"A jest!" he said; "it might have been a strange jest, if they had got into the maiden"s sleeping room! And they would have done so, had it not been for the honest friendly voice from betwixt the b.u.t.tresses, which, if it were not that of the blessed saint--though what am I that the holy person should speak to me?--could not sound in that place without her permission and a.s.sent, and for which I will promise her a wax candle at her shrine, as long as my whinger; and I would I had had my two handed broadsword instead, both for the sake of St. Johnston and of the rogues, for of a certain those whingers are pretty toys, but more fit for a boy"s hand than a man"s. Oh, my old two handed Trojan, hadst thou been in my hands, as thou hang"st presently at the tester of my bed, the legs of those rogues had not carried their bodies so clean off the field. But there come lighted torches and drawn swords. So ho--stand! Are you for St. Johnston? If friends to the bonny burgh, you are well come."
"We have been but bootless hunters," said the townsmen. "We followed by the tracks of the blood into the Dominican burial ground, and we started two fellows from amongst the tombs, supporting betwixt them a third, who had probably got some of your marks about him, Harry. They got to the postern gate before we could overtake them, and rang the sanctuary bell; the gate opened, and in went they. So they are safe in girth and sanctuary, and we may go to our cold beds and warm us."
"Ay," said one of the party, "the good Dominicans have always some devout brother of their convent sitting up to open the gate of the sanctuary to any poor soul that is in trouble, and desires shelter in the church."
"Yes, if the poor hunted soul can pay for it," said another "but, truly, if he be poor in purse as well as in spirit, he may stand on the outside till the hounds come up with him."
A third, who had been poring for a few minutes upon the ground by advantage of his torch, now looked upwards and spoke. He was a brisk, forward, rather corpulent little man, called Oliver Proudfute, reasonably wealthy, and a leading man in his craft, which was that of bonnet makers; he, therefore, spoke as one in authority.
"Canst tell us, jolly smith"--for they recognised each other by the lights which were brought into the streets--"what manner of fellows they were who raised up this fray within burgh?"
"The two that I first saw," answered the armourer, "seemed to me, as well as I could observe them, to have Highland plaids about them."
"Like enough--like enough," answered another citizen, shaking his head.
"It"s a shame the breaches in our walls are not repaired, and that these landlouping Highland scoundrels are left at liberty to take honest men and women out of their beds any night that is dark enough."
"But look here, neighbours," said Oliver Proudfute, showing a b.l.o.o.d.y hand which he had picked up from the ground; "when did such a hand as this tie a Highlandman"s brogues? It is large, indeed, and bony, but as fine as a lady"s, with a ring that sparkles like a gleaming candle.
Simon Glover has made gloves for this hand before now, if I am not much mistaken, for he works for all the courtiers."
The spectators here began to gaze on the b.l.o.o.d.y token with various comments.
"If that is the case," said one, "Harry Smith had best show a clean pair of heels for it, since the justiciar will scarce think the protecting a burgess"s house an excuse for cutting off a gentleman"s hand. There be hard laws against mutilation."
"Fie upon you, that you will say so, Michael Webster," answered the bonnet maker; "are we not representatives and successors of the stout old Romans, who built Perth as like to their own city as they could? And have we not charters from all our n.o.ble kings and progenitors, as being their loving liegemen? And would you have us now yield up our rights, privileges, and immunities, our outfang and infang, our handhaband, our back bearand, and our blood suits, and amerciaments, escheats, and commodities, and suffer an honest burgess"s house to be a.s.saulted without seeking for redress? No, brave citizens, craftsmen, and burgesses, the Tay shall flow back to Dunkeld before we submit to such injustice!"
"And how can we help it?" said a grave old man, who stood leaning on a two handed sword. "What would you have us do?"
"Marry, Bailie Craigdallie, I wonder that you, of all men, ask the question. I would have you pa.s.s like true men from this very place to the King"s Grace"s presence, raise him from his royal rest, and presenting to him the piteous case of our being called forth from our beds at this season, with little better covering than these shirts, I would show him this b.l.o.o.d.y token, and know from his Grace"s own royal lips whether it is just and honest that his loving lieges should be thus treated by the knights and n.o.bles of his deboshed court. And this I call pushing our cause warmly."
"Warmly, sayst thou?" replied the old burgess; "why, so warmly, that we shall all die of cold, man, before the porter turn a key to let us into the royal presence. Come, friends, the night is bitter, we have kept our watch and ward like men, and our jolly smith hath given a warning to those that would wrong us, which shall be worth twenty proclamations of the king. Tomorrow is a new day; we will consult on this matter on this self same spot, and consider what measures should be taken for discovery and pursuit of the villains. And therefore let us dismiss before the heart"s blood freeze in our veins."
"Bravo--bravo, neighbour Craigdallie! St. Johnston for ever!"
Oliver Proudfute would still have spoken; for he was one of those pitiless orators who think that their eloquence can overcome all inconveniences in time, place, and circ.u.mstances. But no one would listen, and the citizens dispersed to their own houses by the light of the dawn, which began now to streak the horizon.
They were scarce gone ere the door of the glover"s house opened, and seizing the smith by the hand, the old man pulled him in.
"Where is the prisoner?" demanded the armourer.
"He is gone--escaped--fled--what do I know of him?" said the glover. "He got out at the back door, and so through the little garden. Think not of him, but come and see the Valentine whose honour and life you have saved this morning."
"Let me but sheathe my weapon," said the smith, "let me but wash my hands."
"There is not an instant to lose, she is up and almost dressed. Come on, man. She shall see thee with thy good weapon in thy hand, and with villain"s blood on thy fingers, that she may know what is the value of a true man"s service. She has stopped my mouth overlong with her pruderies and her scruples. I will have her know what a brave man"s love is worth, and a bold burgess"s to boot."
CHAPTER V.
Up! lady fair, and braid thy hair, And rouse thee in the breezy air, Up! quit thy bower, late wears the hour, Long have the rooks caw"d round the tower.
JOANNA BAILLIE.
Startled from her repose by the noise of the affray, the Fair Maid of Perth had listened in breathless terror to the sounds of violence and outcry which arose from the street. She had sunk on her knees to pray for a.s.sistance, and when she distinguished the voices of neighbours and friends collected for her protection, she remained in the same posture to return thanks. She was still kneeling when her father almost thrust her champion, Henry Smith, into her apartment; the bashful lover hanging back at first, as if afraid to give offence, and, on observing her posture, from respect to her devotion.
"Father," said the armourer, "she prays; I dare no more speak to her than to a bishop when he says ma.s.s."
"Now, go thy ways, for a right valiant and courageous blockhead," said her father--and then speaking to his daughter, he added, "Heaven is best thanked, my daughter, by grat.i.tude shown to our fellow creatures. Here comes the instrument by whom G.o.d has rescued thee from death, or perhaps from dishonour worse than death. Receive him, Catharine, as thy true Valentine, and him whom I desire to see my affectionate son."
"Not thus--father," replied Catharine. "I can see--can speak to no one now. I am not ungrateful--perhaps I am too thankful to the instrument of our safety; but let me thank the guardian saint who sent me this timely relief, and give me but a moment to don my kirtle."
"Nay, G.o.d-a-mercy, wench, it were hard to deny thee time to busk thy body clothes, since the request is the only words like a woman that thou hast uttered for these ten days. Truly, son Harry, I would my daughter would put off being entirely a saint till the time comes for her being canonised for St. Catherine the Second."
"Nay, jest not, father; for I will swear she has at least one sincere adorer already, who hath devoted himself to her pleasure, so far as sinful man may. Fare thee well, then, for the moment, fair maiden," he concluded, raising his voice, "and Heaven send thee dreams as peaceful as thy waking thoughts. I go to watch thy slumbers, and woe with him that shall intrude on them!"
"Nay, good and brave Henry, whose warm heart is at such variance with thy reckless hand, thrust thyself into no farther quarrels tonight; but take the kindest thanks, and with these, try to a.s.sume the peaceful thoughts which you a.s.sign to me. Tomorrow we will meet, that I may a.s.sure you of my grat.i.tude. Farewell."
"And farewell, lady and light of my heart!" said the armourer, and, descending the stair which led to Catharine"s apartment, was about to sally forth into the street, when the glover caught him by the arm.
"I shall like the ruffle of tonight," said he, "better than I ever thought to do the clashing of steel, if it brings my daughter to her senses, Harry, and teaches her what thou art worth. By St. Macgrider!
I even love these roysterers, and am sorry for that poor lover who will never wear left handed chevron again. Ay! he has lost that which he will miss all the days of his life, especially when he goes to pull on his gloves; ay, he will pay but half a fee to my craft in future. Nay, not a step from this house tonight," he continued "Thou dost not leave us, I promise thee, my son."
"I do not mean it. But I will, with your permission, watch in the street. The attack may be renewed."
"And if it be," said Simon, "thou wilt have better access to drive them back, having the vantage of the house. It is the way of fighting which suits us burghers best--that of resisting from behind stone walls. Our duty of watch and ward teaches us that trick; besides, enough are awake and astir to ensure us peace and quiet till morning. So come in this way."
So saying, he drew Henry, nothing loth, into the same apartment where they had supped, and where the old woman, who was on foot, disturbed as others had been by the nocturnal affray, soon roused up the fire.
"And now, my doughty son," said the glover, "what liquor wilt thou pledge thy father in?"
Henry Smith had suffered himself to sink mechanically upon a seat of old black oak, and now gazed on the fire, that flashed back a ruddy light over his manly features. He muttered to himself half audibly: "Good Henry--brave Henry. Ah! had she but said, dear Henry!"
"What liquors be these?" said the old glover, laughing. "My cellar holds none such; but if sack, or Rhenish, or wine of Gascony can serve, why, say the word and the flagon foams, that is all."
"The kindest thanks," said the armourer, still musing, "that"s more than she ever said to me before--the kindest thanks--what may not that stretch to?"
"It shall stretch like kid"s leather, man," said the glover, "if thou wilt but be ruled, and say what thou wilt take for thy morning"s draught."
"Whatever thou wilt, father," answered the armourer, carelessly, and relapsed into the a.n.a.lysis of Catharine"s speech to him. "She spoke of my warm heart; but she also spoke of my reckless hand. What earthly thing can I do to get rid of this fighting fancy? Certainly I were best strike my right hand off, and nail it to the door of a church, that it may never do me discredit more."
"You have chopped off hands enough for one night," said his friend, setting a flagon of wine on the table. "Why dost thou vex thyself, man?
She would love thee twice as well did she not see how thou doatest upon her. But it becomes serious now. I am not to have the risk of my booth being broken and my house plundered by the h.e.l.l raking followers of the n.o.bles, because she is called the Fair Maid of Perth, an"t please ye.
No, she shall know I am her father, and will have that obedience to which law and gospel give me right. I will have her thy wife, Henry, my heart of gold--thy wife, my man of mettle, and that before many weeks are over. Come--come, here is to thy merry bridal, jolly smith."
The father quaffed a large cup, and filled it to his adopted son, who raised it slowly to his head; then, ere it had reached his lips, replaced it suddenly on the table and shook his head.
"Nay, if thou wilt not pledge me to such a health, I know no one who will," said Simon. "What canst thou mean, thou foolish lad? Here has a chance happened, which in a manner places her in thy power, since from one end of the city to the other all would cry fie on her if she should say thee nay. Here am I, her father, not only consenting to the cutting out of the match, but willing to see you two as closely united together as ever needle st.i.tched buckskin. And with all this on thy side--fortune, father, and all--thou lookest like a distracted lover in a ballad, more like to pitch thyself into the Tay than to woo a la.s.s that may be had for the asking, if you can but choose the lucky minute."