"O! your honour may be a.s.sured he will be back in a quarter of an hour," said Dame Nelly; "he is not the lad to stay out twenty-four hours at a stretch. And for the papers, I am sure your honour will pardon him for just giving me a peep at the corner, as I was giving him a small cup, not so large as my thimble, of distilled waters, to fortify his stomach against the damps, and it was directed to the King"s Most Excellent Majesty; and so doubtless his Majesty has kept Richie out of civility to consider of your honour"s letter, and send back a fitting reply."
Dame Nelly here hit by chance on a more available topic of consolation than those she had hitherto touched upon; for the youthful lord had himself some vague hopes that his messenger might have been delayed at Court until a fitting and favourable answer should be dispatched back to him. Inexperienced, however, in public affairs as he certainly was, it required only a moment"s consideration to convince him of the improbability of an expectation so contrary to all he had heard of etiquette, as well as the dilatory proceedings in a court suit, and he answered the good-natured hostess with a sigh, that he doubted whether the king would even look on the paper addressed to him, far less take it into his immediate consideration.
"Now, out upon you for a faint-hearted gentleman!" said the good dame; "and why should he not do as much for us as our gracious Queen Elizabeth? Many people say this and that about a queen and a king, but I think a king comes more natural to us English folks; and this good gentleman goes as often down by water to Greenwich, and employs as many of the barge-men and water-men of all kinds; and maintains, in his royal grace, John Taylor, the water-poet, who keeps both a sculler and a pair of oars. And he has made a comely Court at Whitehall, just by the river; and since the king is so good a friend to the Thames, I cannot see, if it please your honour, why all his subjects, and your honour in specialty, should not have satisfaction by his hands."
"True, dame--true,--let us hope for the best; but I must take my cloak and rapier, and pray your husband in courtesy to teach me the way to a magistrate."
"Sure, sir," said the prompt dame, "I can do that as well as he, who has been a slow man of his tongue all his life, though I will give him his due for being a loving husband, and a man as well to pa.s.s in the world as any betwixt us and the top of the lane. And so there is the sitting alderman, that is always at the Guildhall, which is close by Paul"s, and so I warrant you he puts all to rights in the city that wisdom can mend; and for the rest there is no help but patience. But I wish I were as sure of forty pounds as I am that the young man will come back safe and sound."
Olifaunt, in great and anxious doubt of what the good dame so strongly averred, flung his cloak on one shoulder, and was about to belt on his rapier, when first the voice of Richie Moniplies on the stair, and then that faithful emissary"s appearance in the chamber, put the matter beyond question. Dame Nelly, after congratulating Moniplies on his return, and paying several compliments to her own sagacity for having foretold it, was at length pleased to leave the apartment. The truth was, that, besides some instinctive feelings of good breeding which combated her curiosity, she saw there was no chance of Richie"s proceeding in his narrative while she was in the room, and she therefore retreated, trusting that her own address would get the secret out of one or other of the young men, when she should have either by himself.
"Now, in Heaven"s name, what is the matter?" said Nigel Olifaunt.-- "Where have you been, or what have you been about? You look as pale as death. There is blood on your hand, and your clothes are torn. What barns-breaking have you been at? You have been drunk, Richard, and fighting."
"Fighting I have been," said Richard, "in a small way; but for being drunk, that"s a job ill to manage in this town, without money to come by liquor; and as for barns-breaking, the deil a thing"s broken but my head. It"s not made of iron, I wot, nor my claithes of chenzie-mail; so a club smashed the tane, and a claught damaged the t.i.ther. Some misleard rascals abused my country, but I think I cleared the causey of them. However, the haill hive was ower mony for me at last, and I got this eclipse on the crown, and then I was carried, beyond my kenning, to a sma" booth at the Temple Port, whare they sell the whirligigs and mony-go-rounds that measure out time as a man wad measure a tartan web; and then they bled me, wold I nold I, and were reasonably civil, especially an auld country-man of ours, of whom more hereafter."
"And at what o"clock might this be?" said Nigel.
"The twa iron carles yonder, at the kirk beside the Port, were just banging out sax o" the clock."
"And why came you not home as soon as you recovered?" said Nigel.
"In troth, my lord, every why has its _wherefore_, and this has a gude ane," answered his follower. "To come hame, I behoved to ken whare hame was; now, I had clean tint the name of the wynd, and the mair I asked, the mair the folk leugh, and the farther they sent me wrang; sae I gave it up till G.o.d should send daylight to help me; and as I saw mysell near a kirk at the lang run, I e"en c.r.a.p in to take up my night"s quarters in the kirkyard."
"In the churchyard?" said Nigel--"But I need not ask what drove you to such a pinch."
"It wasna sae much the want o" siller, my Lord Nigel," said Richie, with an air of mysterious importance, "for I was no sae absolute without means, of whilk mair anon; but I thought I wad never ware a saxpence sterling on ane of their saucy chamberlains at a hostelry, sae lang as I could sleep fresh and fine in a fair, dry, spring night. Mony a time, when I hae come hame ower late, and faund the West-Port steekit, and the waiter ill-w.i.l.l.y, I have garr"d the s.e.xton of Saint Cuthbert"s calf-ward serve me for my quarters. But then there are dainty green graffs in Saint Cuthbert"s kirkyard, whare ane may sleep as if they were in a down-bed, till they hear the lavrock singing up in the air as high as the Castle; whereas, and behold, these London kirkyards are causeyed with through-stanes, panged hard and fast thegither; and my cloak being something threadbare, made but a thin mattress, so I was fain to give up my bed before every limb about me was crippled. Dead folks may sleep yonder sound enow, but deil haet else."
"And what became of you next?" said his master.
"I just took to a canny bulkhead, as they ca" them here; that is, the boards on the tap of their bits of outshots of stalls and booths, and there I sleepit as sound as if I was in a castle. Not but I was disturbed with some of the night-walking queans and swaggering billies, but when they found there was nothing to be got by me but a slash of my Andrew Ferrara, they bid me good-night for a beggarly Scot; and I was e"en weel pleased to be sae cheap rid of them. And in the morning, I cam daikering here, but sad wark I had to find the way, for I had been east as far as the place they ca" Mile-End, though it is mair like sax-mile-end."
"Well, Richie," answered Nigel, "I am glad all this has ended so well --go get something to eat. I am sure you need it."
"In troth do I, sir," replied Moniplies; "but, with your lordship"s leave--"
"Forget the lordship for the present, Richie, as I have often told you before."
"Faith," replied Richie, "I could weel forget that your honour was a lord, but then I behoved to forget that I am a lord"s man, and that"s not so easy. But, however," he added, a.s.sisting his description with the thumb and the two forefingers of his right hand, thrust out after the fashion of a bird"s claw, while the little finger and ring-finger were closed upon the palm, "to the Court I went, and my friend that promised me a sight of his Majesty"s most gracious presence, was as gude as his word, and carried me into the back offices, where I got the best breakfast I have had since we came here, and it did me gude for the rest of the day; for as to what I have eaten in this accursed town, it is aye sauced with the disquieting thought that it maun be paid for. After a", there was but beef banes and fat brose; but king"s cauff, your honour kens, is better than ither folk"s corn; at ony rate, it was a" in free awmous.--But I see," he added, stopping short, "that your honour waxes impatient."
"By no means, Richie," said the young n.o.bleman, with an air of resignation, for he well knew his domestic would not mend his pace for goading; "you have suffered enough in the emba.s.sy to have a right to tell the story in your own way. Only let me pray for the name of the friend who was to introduce you into the king"s presence. You were very mysterious on the subject, when you undertook, through his means, to have the Supplication put into his Majesty"s own hands, since those sent heretofore, I have every reason to think, went no farther than his secretary"s."
"Weel, my lord," said Richie, "I did not tell you his name and quality at first, because I thought you would be affronted at the like of him having to do in your lordship"s affairs. But mony a man climbs up in Court by waur help. It was just Laurie Linklater, one of the yeomen of the kitchen, that was my father"s apprentice lang syne."
"A yeoman in the kitchen--a scullion!" exclaimed Lord Nigel, pacing the room in displeasure.
"But consider, sir," said Richie, composedly, "that a" your great friends hung back, and shunned to own you, or to advocate your pet.i.tion; and then, though I am sure I wish Laurie a higher office, for your lordship"s sake and for mine, and specially for his ain sake, being a friendly lad, yet your lordship must consider, that a scullion, if a yeoman of the king"s most royal kitchen may be called a scullion, may weel rank with a master-cook elsewhere; being that king"s cauff, as I said before, is better than--"
"You are right, and I was wrong," said the young n.o.bleman. "I have no choice of means of making my case known, so that they be honest."
"Laurie is as honest a lad as ever lifted a ladle," said Richie; "not but what I dare to say he can lick his fingers like other folk, and reason good. But, in fine, for I see your honour is waxing impatient, he brought me to the palace, where a" was astir for the king going out to hunt or hawk on Blackheath, I think they ca"d it. And there was a horse stood with all the quarries about it, a bonny grey as ever was foaled; and the saddle and the stirrups, and the curb and bit, o" burning gowd, or silver gilded at least; and down, sir, came the king, with all his n.o.bles, dressed out in his hunting-suit of green, doubly laced, and laid down with gowd. I minded the very face o" him, though it was lang since I saw him. But my certie, lad, thought I, times are changed since ye came fleeing down the back stairs of auld Holyrood House, in grit fear, having your breeks in your hand without time to put them on, and Frank Stewart, the wild Earl of Bothwell, hard at your haunches; and if auld Lord Glenvarloch hadna cast his mantle about his arm, and taken bluidy wounds mair than ane in your behalf, you wald not have craw"d sae crouse this day; and so saying, I could not but think your lordship"s Sifflication could not be less than most acceptable; and so I banged in among the crowd of lords. Laurie thought me mad, and held me by the cloak-lap till the cloth rave in his hand; and so I banged in right before the king just as he mounted, and crammed the Sifflication into his hand, and he opened it like in amaze; and just as he saw the first line, I was minded to make a reverence, and I had the ill luck to hit his jaud o" a beast on the nose with my hat, and scaur the creature, and she swarved aside, and the king, that sits na mickle better than a draff-pock on the saddle, was like to have gotten a clean coup, and that might have cost my craig a raxing-and he flung down the paper amang the beast"s feet, and cried, "Away wi" the fause loon that brought it!" And they grippit me, and cried treason; and I thought of the Ruthvens that were dirked in their ain house, for, it may be, as small a forfeit. However, they spak only of scourging me, and had me away to the porter"s lodge to try the tawse on my back, and I was crying mercy as loud as I could; and the king, when he had righted himself on the saddle, and gathered his breath, cried to do me nae harm; for, said he, he is ane of our ain Norland stots, I ken by the rowt of him,--and they a" laughed and rowted loud eneugh. And then he said, "Gie him a copy of the Proclamation, and let him go down to the North by the next light collier, before waur come o"t." So they let me go, and rode out, a sn.i.g.g.e.ring, laughing, and rounding in ilk ither"s lugs. A sair life I had wi" Laurie Linklater; for he said it wad be the ruin of him. And then, when I told him it was in your matter, he said if he had known before he would have risked a scauding for you, because he minded the brave old lord, your father. And then he showed how I suld have done, --and that I suld have held up my hand to my brow, as if the grandeur of the king and his horse-graith thegither had casten the glaiks in my een, and mair jackanape tricks I suld hae played, instead of offering the Sifflication, he said, as if I had been bringing guts to a bear. [Footnote: I am certain this prudential advice is not original on Mr. Linklater"s part, but I am not at present able to produce my authority. I think it amounted to this, that James flung down a pet.i.tion presented by some supplicant who paid no compliments to his horse, and expressed no admiration at the splendour of his furniture, saying, "Shall a king c.u.mber himself about the pet.i.tion of a beggar, while the beggar disregards the king"s splendour?" It is, I think, Sir John Harrington who recommends, as a sure mode to the king"s favour, to praise the paces of the royal palfrey.]
"For," said he, "Richie, the king is a weel-natured and just man of his ain kindly nature, but he has a wheen maggots that maun be cannily guided; and then, Richie," says he, in a very laigh tone, "I would tell it to nane but a wise man like yoursell, but the king has them about him wad corrupt an angel from heaven; but I could have gi"en you avis.e.m.e.nt how to have guided him, but now it"s like after meat mustard."--"Aweel, aweel, Laurie," said I, "it may be as you say", but since I am clear of the tawse and the porter"s lodge, sifflicate wha like, deil hae Richie Moniplies if he come sifflicating here again."-- And so away I came, and I wasna far by the Temple Port, or Bar, or whatever they ca" it, when I met with the misadventure that I tauld you of before."
"Well, my honest Richie," said Lord Nigel, "your attempt was well meant, and not so ill conducted, I think, as to have deserved so bad an issue; but go to your beef and mustard, and we"ll talk of the rest afterwards."
"There is nae mair to be spoken, sir," said his follower, "except that I met ane very honest, fair-spoken, weel-put-on gentleman, or rather burgher, as I think, that was in the whigmaleery man"s back-shop; and when he learned wha I was, behold he was a kindly Scot himsell, and, what is more, a town"s-bairn o" the gude town, and he behoved to compel me to take this Portugal piece, to drink, forsooth--my certie, thought I, we ken better, for we will eat it--and he spoke of paying your lordship a visit."
"You did not tell him where I lived, you knave?" said the Lord Nigel, angrily. ""Sdeath! I shall have every clownish burgher from Edinburgh come to gaze on my distress, and pay a shilling for having seen the motion of the Poor n.o.ble!"
"Tell him where you lived?" said Richie, evading the question; "How could I tell him what I kendna mysell? If I had minded the name of the wynd, I need not have slept in the kirkyard yestreen."
"See, then, that you give no one notice of our lodging," said the young n.o.bleman; "those with whom I have business I can meet at Paul"s, or in the Court of Requests."
"This is steeking the stable-door when the steed is stolen," thought Richie to himself; "but I must put him on another pin."
So thinking, he asked the young lord what was in the Proclamation which he still held folded in his hand; "for, having little time to spell at it," said he, "your lordship well knows I ken nought about it but the grand blazon at the tap--the lion has gotten a claught of our auld Scottish shield now, but it was as weel upheld when it had a unicorn on ilk side of it."
Lord Nigel read the Proclamation, and he coloured deep with shame and indignation as he read; for the purport was, to his injured feelings, like the pouring of ardent spirits upon a recent wound.
"What deil"s in the paper, my lord?" said Richie, unable to suppress his curiosity as he observed his master change colour; "I wadna ask such a thing, only the Proclamation is not a private thing, but is meant for a" men"s hearing."
"It is indeed meant for all men"s hearing," replied Lord Nigel, "and it proclaims the shame of our country, and the ingrat.i.tude of our Prince."
"Now the Lord preserve us! and to publish it in London, too!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Moniplies.
"Hark ye, Richard," said Nigel Olifaunt, "in this paper the Lords of the Council set forth, that, "in consideration of the resort of idle persons of low condition forth from his Majesty"s kingdom of Scotland to his English Court--filling the same with their suits and supplications, and dishonouring the royal presence with their base, poor, and beggarly persons, to the disgrace of their country in the estimation of the English; these are to prohibit the skippers, masters of vessels and others, in every part of Scotland, from bringing such miserable creatures up to Court under pain of fine and impisonment.""
"I marle the skipper took us on board," said Richie.
"Then you need not marvel how you are to get back again," said Lord Nigel, "for here is a clause which says, that such idle suitors are to be transported back to Scotland at his Majesty"s expense, and punished for their audacity with stripes, stocking, or incarceration, according to their demerits--that is to say, I suppose, according to the degree of their poverty, for I see no other demerit specified."
"This will scarcely," said Richie, "square with our old proverb-- A King"s face Should give grace-- But what says the paper farther, my lord?"
"O, only a small clause which especially concerns us, making some still heavier denunciations against those suitors who shall be so bold as to approach the Court, under pretext of seeking payment of old debts due to them by the king, which, the paper states, is, of all species of importunity, that which is most odious to his Majesty."
"The king has neighbours in that matter," said Richie; "but it is not every one that can shift off that sort of cattle so easily as he does."
Their conversation was here interrupted by a knocking at the door. Olifaunt looked out at the window, and saw an elderly respectable person whom he knew not. Richie also peeped, and recognised, but, recognising, chose not to acknowledge, his friend of the preceding evening. Afraid that his share in the visit might be detected, he made his escape out of the apartment under pretext of going to his breakfast; and left their landlady the task of ushering Master George into Lord Nigel"s apartment, which she performed with much courtesy.
CHAPTER IV.
Ay, sir, the clouted shoe hath oft times craft in"t, As says the rustic proverb; and your citizen, In"s grogram suit, gold chain, and well-black"d shoes, Bears under his flat cap ofttimes a brain Wiser than burns beneath the cap and feather, Or seethes within the statesman"s velvet nightcap. _Read me my Riddle._ The young Scottish n.o.bleman received the citizen with distant politeness, expressing that sort of reserve by which those of the higher ranks are sometimes willing to make a plebeian sensible that he is an intruder. But Master George seemed neither displeased nor disconcerted. He a.s.sumed the chair, which, in deference to his respectable appearance, Lord Nigel offered to him, and said, after a moment"s pause, during which he had looked attentively at the young man, with respect not unmingled with emotion--"You will forgive me for this rudeness, my lord; but I was endeavouring to trace in your youthful countenance the features of my good old lord, your excellent father."
There was a moment"s pause ere young Glenvarloch replied, still with a reserved manner,--"I have been reckoned like my father, sir; and am happy to see any one that respects his memory. But the business which calls me to this city is of a hasty as well as a private nature, and--"
"I understand the hint, my lord," said Master George, "and would not be guilty of long detaining you from business, or more agreeable conversation. My errand is almost done when I have said that my name is George Heriot, warmly befriended, and introduced into the employment of the Royal Family of Scotland, more than twenty years since, by your excellent father; and that, learning from a follower of yours that your lordship was in this city in prosecution of some business of importance, it is my duty,--it is my pleasure,--to wait on the son of my respected patron; and, as I am somewhat known both at the Court, and in the city, to offer him such aid in the furthering of his affairs as my credit and experience may be able to afford."
"I have no doubt of either, Master Heriot," said Lord Nigel, "and I thank you heartily for the good-will with which you have placed them at a stranger"s disposal; but my business at Court is done and ended, and I intend to leave London and, indeed, the island, for foreign travel and military service. I may add, that the suddenness of my departure occasions my having little time at my disposal."
Master Heriot did not take the hint, but sat fast, with an embarra.s.sed countenance however, like one who had something to say that he knew not exactly how to make effectual. At length he said, with a dubious smile, "You are fortunate, my lord, in having so soon dispatched your business at Court. Your talking landlady informs me you have been but a fortnight in this city. It is usually months and years ere the Court and a suitor shake hands and part."
"My business," said Lord Nigel, with a brevity which was intended to stop further discussion, "was summarily dispatched."
Still Master Heriot remained seated, and there was a cordial good- humour added to the reverence of his appearance, which rendered it impossible for Lord Nigel to be more explicit in requesting his absence.
"Your lordship has not yet had time," said the citizen, still attempting to sustain the conversation, "to visit the places of amus.e.m.e.nt,--the playhouses, and other places to which youth resort. But I see in your lordship"s hand one of the new-invented plots of the piece, [Footnote: Meaning, probably, playbills.] which they hand about of late--May I ask what play?"
"Oh! a well-known piece," said Lord Nigel, impatiently throwing down the Proclamation, which he had hitherto been twisting to and fro in his hand,--"an excellent and well-approved piece--_A New Way to Pay Old Debts._"
Master Heriot stooped down, saying, "Ah! my old acquaintance, Philip Ma.s.singer;" but, having opened the paper and seen the purport, he looked at Lord Nigel with surprise, saying, "I trust your lordship does not think this prohibition can extend either to your person or your claims?" "I should scarce have thought so myself," said the young n.o.bleman; "but so it proves. His Majesty, to close this discourse at once, has been pleased to send me this Proclamation, in answer to a respectful Supplication for the repayment of large loans advanced by my father for the service of the State, in the king"s utmost emergencies."
"It is impossible!" said the citizen--"it is absolutely impossible!-- If the king could forget what was due to your father"s memory, still he would not have wished--would not, I may say, have dared--to be so flagrantly unjust to the memory of such a man as your father, who, dead in the body, will long live in the memory of the Scottish people." "I should have been of your opinion," answered Lord Nigel, in the same tone as before; "but there is no fighting with facts."
"What was the tenor of this Supplication?" said Heriot; "or by whom was it presented? Something strange there must have been in the contents, or else--"
"You may see my original draught," said the young lord, taking it out of a small travelling strong-box; "the technical part is by my lawyer in Scotland, a skilful and sensible man; the rest is my own, drawn, I hope, with due deference and modesty."
Master Heriot hastly cast his eye over the draught. "Nothing," he said, "can be more well-tempered and respectful. Is it possible the king can have treated this pet.i.tion with contempt?"
"He threw it down on the pavement," said the Lord of Glenvarloch, "and sent me for answer that Proclamation, in which he cla.s.ses me with the paupers and mendicants from Scotland, who disgrace his Court in the eyes of the proud English--that is all. Had not my father stood by him with heart, sword, and fortune, he might never have seen the Court of England himself."
"But by whom was this Supplication presented, my lord?" said Heriot; "for the distaste taken at the messenger will sometimes extend itself to the message."
"By my servant," said the Lord Nigel; "by the man you saw, and, I think, were kind to."
"By your servant, my lord?" said the citizen; "he seems a shrewd fellow, and doubtless a faithful; but surely--"
"You would say," said Lord Nigel, "he is no fit messenger to a king"s presence?--Surely he is not; but what could I do? Every attempt I had made to lay my case before the king had miscarried, and my pet.i.tions got no farther than the budgets of clerks and secretaries; this fellow pretended he had a friend in the household that would bring him to the king"s presence,--and so--"
"I understand," said Heriot; "but, my lord, why should you not, in right of your rank and birth, have appeared at Court, and required an audience, which could not have been denied to you?"
The young lord blushed a little, and looked at his dress, which was very plain; and, though in perfect good order, had the appearance of having seen service.
"I know not why I should be ashamed of speaking the truth," he said, after a momentary hesitation,--"I had no dress suitable for appearing at Court. I am determined to incur no expenses which I cannot discharge; and I think you, sir, would not advise me to stand at the palace-door, in person, and deliver my pet.i.tion, along with those who are in very deed pleading their necessity, and begging an alms."
"That had been, indeed, unseemly," said the citizen; "but yet, my lord, my mind runs strangely that there must be some mistake.--Can I speak with your domestic?"
"I see little good it can do," answered the young lord, "but the interest you take in my misfortunes seems sincere, and therefore----" He stamped on the floor, and in a few seconds afterwards Moniplies appeared, wiping from his beard and mustaches the crumbs of bread, and the froth of the ale-pot, which plainly showed how he had been employed.--"Will your lordship grant permission," said Heriot, "that I ask your groom a few questions?" "His lordship"s page, Master George," answered Moniplies, with a nod of acknowledgment, "if you are minded to speak according to the letter."
"Hold your saucy tongue," said his master, "and reply distinctly to the questions you are to be asked."
"And _truly,_ if it like your pageship," said the citizen, "for you may remember I have a gift to discover falset."
"Weel, weel, weel," replied the domestic, somewhat embarra.s.sed, in spite of his effrontery--"though I think that the sort of truth that serves my master, may weel serve ony ane else."
"Pages lie to their masters by right of custom," said the citizen; "and you write yourself in that band, though I think you be among the oldest of such springalds; but to me you must speak truth, if you would not have it end in the whipping-post."
"And that"s e"en a bad resting-place," said the well-grown page; "so come away with your questions, Master George."
"Well, then," demanded the citizen, "I am given to understand that you yesterday presented to his Majesty"s hand a Supplication, or pet.i.tion, from this honourable lord, your master."
"Troth, there"s nae gainsaying that, sir," replied Moniplies; "there were enow to see it besides me."
"And you pretend that his Majesty flung it from him with contempt?" said the citizen. "Take heed, for I have means of knowing the truth; and you were better up to the neck in the Nor-Loch, which you like so well, than tell a leasing where his Majesty"s name is concerned."
"There is nae occasion for leasing-making about the matter," answered Moniplies, firmly; "his Majesty e"en flung it frae him as if it had dirtied his fingers."
"You hear, sir," said Olifaunt, addressing Heriot.
"Hush!" said the sagacious citizen; "this fellow is not ill named--he has more plies than one in his cloak. Stay, fellow," for Moniplies, muttering somewhat about finishing his breakfast, was beginning to shamble towards the door, "answer me this farther question--When you gave your master"s pet.i.tion to his Majesty, gave you nothing with it?"
"Ou, what should I give wi" it, ye ken, Master George?"
"That is what I desire and insist to know," replied his interrogator.
"Weel, then--I am not free to say, that maybe I might not just slip into the king"s hand a wee bit Sifflication of mine ain, along with my lord"s--just to save his Majesty trouble--and that he might consider them baith at ance."
"A supplication of your own, you varlet!" said his master.
"Ou dear, ay, my lord," said Richie--"puir bodies hae their bits of sifflications as weel as their betters."
"And pray, what might your worshipful pet.i.tion import?" said Master Heriot.--"Nay, for Heaven"s sake, my lord, keep your patience, or we shall never learn the truth of this strange matter.--Speak out, sirrah, and I will stand your friend with my lord."
"It"s a lang story to tell--but the upshot is, that it"s a sc.r.a.pe of an auld accompt due to my father"s yestate by her Majesty the king"s maist gracious mother, when she lived in the Castle, and had sundry providings and furnishings forth of our booth, whilk nae doubt was an honour to my father to supply, and whilk, doubtless, it will be a credit to his Majesty to satisfy, as it will be grit convenience to me to receive the saam."
"What string of impertinence is this?" said his master.
"Every word as true as e"er John Knox spoke," said Richie; "here"s the bit double of the Sifflication."
Master George took a crumpled paper from the fellow"s hand, and said, muttering betwixt his teeth--""Humbly showeth--um--um--his Majesty"s maist gracious mother--um--um--justly addebted and owing the sum of fifteen merks--the compt whereof followeth--Twelve nowte"s feet for jellies--ane lamb, being Christmas--ane roasted capin in grease for the privy chalmer, when my Lord of Bothwell suppit with her Grace."--I think, my lord, you can hardly be surprised that the king gave this pet.i.tion a brisk reception; and I conclude, Master Page, that you took care to present your own Supplication before your master"s?"
"Troth did I not," answered Moniplies. "I thought to have given my lord"s first, as was reason gude; and besides that, it wad have redd the gate for my ain little bill. But what wi" the dirdum an" confusion, an" the loupin here and there of the skeigh brute of a horse, I believe I crammed them baith into his hand cheek-by-jowl, and maybe my ain was bunemost; and say there was aught wrang, I am sure I had a" the fright and a" the risk--"
"And shall have all the beating, you rascal knave," said Nigel; "am I to be insulted and dishonoured by your pragmatical insolence, in blending your base concerns with mine?"
"Nay, nay, nay, my lord," said the good-humoured citizen, interposing, "I have been the means of bringing the fellow"s blunder to light-- allow me interest enough with your lordship to be bail for his bones. You have cause to be angry, but still I think the knave mistook more out of conceit than of purpose; and I judge you will have the better service of him another time, if you overlook this fault--Get you gone, sirrah--I"ll make your peace."
"Na, na," said Moniplies, keeping his ground firmly, "if he likes to strike a lad that has followed him for pure love, for I think there has been little servant"s fee between us, a" the way frae Scotland, just let my lord be doing, and see the credit he will get by it--and I would rather (mony thanks to you though, Master George) stand by a lick of his baton, than it suld e"er be said a stranger came between us."
"Go, then," said his master, "and get out of my sight."