"It"s evident, then, your honour will be right," said Ratcliffe.
"Then, Rat, you and I will go with the party oursells this night, and see him in grips or we are done wi" him."
"I seena muckle use I can be o" to your honour," said Ratcliffe, reluctantly.
"Use?" answered Sharpitlaw--"You can guide the party--you ken the ground.
Besides, I do not intend to quit sight o" you, my good friend, till I have him in hand."
"Weel, sir," said Ratcliffe, but in no joyful tone of acquiescence; "Ye maun hae it your ain way--but mind he"s a desperate man."
"We shall have that with us," answered Sharpitlaw, "that will settle him, if it is necessary."
"But, sir," answered Ratcliffe, "I am sure I couldna undertake to guide you to Muschat"s Cairn in the night-time; I ken the place as mony does, in fair day-light, but how to find it by moonshine, amang sae mony crags and stanes, as like to each other as the collier to the deil, is mair than I can tell. I might as soon seek moonshine in water."
"What"s the meaning o" this, Ratcliffe?" said Sharpitlaw, while he fixed his eye on the recusant, with a fatal and ominous expression,--"Have you forgotten that you are still under sentence of death?"
"No, sir," said Ratcliffe, "that"s a thing no easily put out o" memory; and if my presence be judged necessary, nae doubt I maun gang wi" your honour. But I was gaun to tell your honour of ane that has mair skeel o"
the gate than me, and that"s e"en Madge Wildfire."
"The devil she has!--Do you think me as mad as she, is, to trust to her guidance on such an occasion?"
"Your honour is the best judge," answered Ratcliffe; "but I ken I can keep her in tune, and garr her haud the straight path--she often sleeps out, or rambles about amang thae hills the haill simmer night, the daft limmer."
"Weel, Ratcliffe," replied the procurator-fiscal, "if you think she can guide us the right way--but take heed to what you are about--your life depends on your behaviour."
"It"s a sair judgment on a man," said Ratcliffe, "when he has ance gane sae far wrang as I hae done, that deil a bit he can be honest, try"t whilk way he will."
Such was the reflection of Ratcliffe, when he was left for a few minutes to himself, while the retainer of justice went to procure a proper warrant, and give the necessary directions.
The rising moon saw the whole party free from the walls of the city, and entering upon the open ground. Arthur"s Seat, like a couchant lion of immense size--Salisbury Crags, like a huge belt or girdle of granite, were dimly visible. Holding their path along the southern side of the Canongate, they gained the Abbey of Holyrood House, and from thence found their way by step and stile into the King"s Park. They were at first four in number--an officer of justice and Sharpitlaw, who were well armed with pistols and cutla.s.ses; Ratcliffe, who was not trusted with weapons, lest, he might, peradventure, have used them on the wrong side; and the female.
But at the last stile, when they entered the Chase, they were joined by other two officers, whom Sharpitlaw, desirous to secure sufficient force for his purpose, and at the same time to avoid observation, had directed to wait for him at this place. Ratcliffe saw this accession of strength with some disquietude, for he had hitherto thought it likely that Robertson, who was a bold, stout, and active young fellow, might have made his escape from Sharpitlaw and the single officer, by force or agility, without his being implicated in the matter. But the present strength of the followers of justice was overpowering, and the only mode of saving Robertson (which the old sinner was well disposed to do, providing always he could accomplish his purpose without compromising his own safety), must be by contriving that he should have some signal of their approach. It was probably with this view that Ratcliffe had requested the addition of Madge to the party, having considerable confidence in her propensity to exert her lungs. Indeed, she had already given them so many specimens of her clamorous loquacity, that Sharpitlaw half determined to send her back with one of the officers, rather than carry forward in his company a person so extremely ill qualified to be a guide in a secret expedition. It seemed, too, as if the open air, the approach to the hills, and the ascent of the moon, supposed to be so portentous over those whose brain is infirm, made her spirits rise in a degree tenfold more loquacious than she had hitherto exhibited. To silence her by fair means seemed impossible; authoritative commands and coaxing entreaties she set alike at defiance, and threats only made her sulky and altogether intractable.
"Is there no one of you," said Sharpitlaw, impatiently, "that knows the way to this accursed place--this Nichol Muschat"s Cairn--excepting this mad clavering idiot?"
"Deil ane o" them kens it except mysell," exclaimed Madge; "how suld they, the puir fule cowards! But I hae sat on the grave frae batfleeing time till cook-crow, and had mony a fine crack wi" Muschat and Ailie Muschat, that are lying sleeping below."
"The devil take your crazy brain," said Sharpitlaw; "will you not allow the men to answer a question?"
The officers obtaining a moment"s audience while Ratcliffe diverted Madge"s attention, declared that, though they had a general knowledge of the spot, they could not undertake to guide the party to it by the uncertain light of the moon, with such accuracy as to insure success to their expedition.
"What shall we do, Ratcliffe?" said Sharpitlaw, "if he sees us before we see him,--and that"s what he is certain to do, if we go strolling about, without keeping the straight road,--we may bid gude day to the job, and I would rather lose one hundred pounds, baith for the credit of the police, and because the provost says somebody maun be hanged for this job o"
Porteous, come o"t what likes."
"I think," said Ratcliffe, "we maun just try Madge; and I"ll see if I can get her keepit in ony better order. And at ony rate, if he suld hear her skirting her auld ends o" sangs, he"s no to ken for that that there"s onybody wi" her."
"That"s true," said Sharpitlaw; "and if he thinks her alone, he"s as like to come towards her as to rin frae her. So set forward--we hae lost ower muckle time already--see to get her to keep the right road."
"And what sort o" house does Nichol Muschat and his wife keep now?" said Ratcliffe to the mad woman, by way of humouring her vein of folly; "they were but thrawn folk lang syne, an a" tales be true."
"Ou, ay, ay, ay--but a"s forgotten now," replied Madge, in the confidential tone of a gossip giving the history of her next-door neighbour--"Ye see, I spoke to them mysell, and tauld them byganes suld be byganes--her throat"s sair misguggled and mashackered though; she wears her corpse-sheet drawn weel up to hide it, but that canna hinder the bluid seiping through, ye ken. I wussed her to wash it in St.
Anthony"s Well, and that will cleanse if onything can--But they say bluid never bleaches out o" linen claith--Deacon Sanders"s new cleansing draps winna do"t--I tried them mysell on a bit rag we hae at hame that was mailed wi" the bluid of a bit skirting wean that was hurt some gate, but out it winna come--Weel, yell say that"s queer; but I will bring it out to St. Anthony"s blessed Well some braw night just like this, and I"ll cry up Ailie Muschat, and she and I will hae a grand bouking-washing, and bleach our claes in the beams of the bonny Lady Moon, that"s far pleasanter to me than the sun--the sun"s ower het, and ken ye, c.u.mmers, my brains are het eneugh already. But the moon, and the dew, and the night-wind, they are just like a caller kail-blade laid on my brow; and whiles I think the moon just shines on purpose to pleasure me, when naebody sees her but mysell."
This raving discourse she continued with prodigious volubility, walking on at a great pace, and dragging Ratcliffe along with her, while he endeavoured, in appearance at least, if not in reality, to induce her to moderate her voice.
All at once she stopped short upon the top of a little hillock, gazed upward fixedly, and said not one word for the s.p.a.ce of five minutes.
"What the devil is the matter with her now?" said Sharpitlaw to Ratcliffe--"Can you not get her forward?"
"Ye maun just take a grain o" patience wi" her, sir," said Ratcliffe.
"She"ll no gae a foot faster than she likes herself."
"D--n her," said Sharpitlaw, "I"ll take care she has her time in Bedlam or Bridewell, or both, for she"s both mad and mischievous."
In the meanwhile, Madge, who had looked very pensive when she first stopped, suddenly burst into a vehement fit of laughter, then paused and sighed bitterly,--then was seized with a second fit of laughter--then, fixing her eyes on the moon, lifted up her voice and sung,--
"Good even, good fair moon, good even to thee; I prithee, dear moon, now show to me The form and the features, the speech and degree, Of the man that true lover of mine shall be.
But I need not ask that of the bonny Lady Moon--I ken that weel eneugh mysell--_true_-love though he wasna--But naebody shall sae that I ever tauld a word about the matter--But whiles I wish the bairn had lived--Weel, G.o.d guide us, there"s a heaven aboon us a","--(here she sighed bitterly), "and a bonny moon, and sterns in it forby" (and here she laughed once more).
"Are we to stand, here all night!" said Sharpitlaw, very impatiently.
"Drag her forward."
"Ay, sir," said Ratcliffe, "if we kend whilk way to drag her, that would settle it at ance.--Come, Madge, hinny," addressing her, "we"ll no be in time to see Nichol and his wife, unless ye show us the road."
"In troth and that I will, Ratton," said she, seizing him by the arm, and resuming her route with huge strides, considering it was a female who took them. "And I"ll tell ye, Ratton, blithe will Nichol Muschat be to see ye, for he says he kens weel there isna sic a villain out o" h.e.l.l as ye are, and he wad be ravished to hae a crack wi" you--like to like ye ken--it"s a proverb never fails--and ye are baith a pair o" the deevil"s peats I trow--hard to ken whilk deserves the hettest corner o" his ingle-side."
Ratcliffe was conscience-struck, and could not forbear making an involuntary protest against this cla.s.sification. "I never shed blood," he replied.
"But ye hae sauld it, Ratton--ye hae sauld blood mony a time. Folk kill wi" the tongue as weel as wi" the hand--wi" the word as weel as wi" the gulley!--
It is the "bonny butcher lad, That wears the sleeves of blue, He sells the flesh on Sat.u.r.day, On Friday that he slew."
"And what is that I ain doing now?" thought Ratcliffe. "But I"ll hae nae wyte of Robertson"s young bluid, if I can help it;" then speaking apart to Madge, he asked her, "Whether she did not remember ony o" her auld Sangs?"
"Mony a dainty ane," said Madge; "and blithely can I sing them, for lightsome sangs make merry gate." And she sang,--
"When the glede"s in the blue cloud, The lavrock lies still; When the hound"s in the greenwood.
The hind keeps the hill."
"Silence her cursed noise, if you should throttle her," said Sharpitlaw; "I see somebody yonder.--Keep close, my boys, and creep round the shoulder of the height. George Poinder, stay you with Ratcliffe and tha mad yelling b.i.t.c.h; and you other two, come with me round under the shadow of the brae."
And he crept forward with the stealthy pace of an Indian savage, who leads his band to surprise an unsuspecting party of some hostile tribe.
Ratcliffe saw them glide of, avoiding the moonlight, and keeping as much in: the shade as possible.
"Robertson"s done up," said he to himself; "thae young lads are aye sae thoughtless. What deevil could he hae to say to Jeanie Deans, or to ony woman on earth, that he suld gang awa and get his neck raxed for her? And this mad quean, after cracking like a pen-gun, and skirling like a pea-hen for the haill night, behoves just to hae hadden her tongue when her clavers might have dune some gude! But it"s aye the way wi" women; if they ever hand their tongues ava", ye may swear it"s for mischief. I wish I could set her on again without this blood-sucker kenning what I am doing. But he"s as gleg as MacKeachan"s elshin,* that ran through sax plies of bendleather and half-an-inch into the king"s heel."
* [_Elshin,_ a shoemaker"s awl.]