"Locked you up!" replied Edward, in surprise.
"Yes," answered the Miller"s daughter, "you have locked me up into this room--I was in Mary Avenel"s sleeping apartment."
"And can you not remain there till morning," replied Edward, "since it has so chanced?"
"What!" said the Miller"s daughter, in a tone of offended delicacy, "I remain here a moment longer than I can get out without discovery!--I would not, for all the Halidome of St. Mary"s, remain a minute longer in the neighbourhood of a man"s apartment than I can help it--For whom, or for what do you hold me? I promise you my father"s daughter has been better brought up than to put in peril her good name."
"Come forth then, and get to thy chamber in silence," said Edward. So saying, he undid the bolt. The staircase without was in utter darkness, as Mysie had before ascertained. So soon as she stept out, she took hold of Edward as if to support herself, thus interposing her person betwixt him and Sir Piercie Shaffcon, by whom she was closely followed. Thus screened from observation, the Englishman slipped past on tiptoe, unshod and in silence, while the damsel complained to Edward that she wanted a light.
"I cannot get you a light," said he, "for I cannot leave this post; but there is a fire below."
"I will sit below till morning," said the Maid of the Mill; and, tripping down stairs, heard Edward bolt and bar the door of the now tenantless apartment with vain caution.
At the foot of the stair which she descended, she found the object of her care waiting her farther directions. She recommended to him the most absolute silence, which, for once in his life, he seemed not unwilling to observe, conducted him, with as much caution as if he were walking on cracked ice, to a dark recess, used for depositing wood, and instructed him to ensconce himself behind the f.a.gots. She herself lighted her lamp once more at the kitchen fire, and took her distaff and spindle, that she might not seem to be unemployed, in case any one came into the apartment.
From time to time, however, she stole towards the window on tiptoe, to catch the first glance of the dawn, for the farther prosecution of her adventurous project. At length she saw, to her great joy, the first peep of the morning brighten upon the gray clouds of the east, and, clasping her hands together, thanked Our Lady for the sight, and implored protection during the remainder of her enterprise. Ere she had finished her prayer, she started at feeling a man"s arm across her shoulder, while a rough voice spoke in her ear--"What! menseful Mysie of the Mill so soon at her prayers?--now, benison on the bonny eyes that open so early!--I"ll have a kiss for good morrow"s sake."
Dan of the Howlet-hirst, for he was the gallant who paid Mysie this compliment, suited the action with the word, and the action, as is usual in such cases of rustic gallantry, was rewarded with a cuff, which Dan received as a fine gentleman receives a tap with a fan, but which, delivered by the energetic arm of the Miller"s maiden, would have certainly astonished a less robust gallant.
"How now, Sir c.o.xcomb!" said she, "and must you be away from your guard over the English knight, to plague quiet folks with your horse-tricks!"
"Truly you are mistaken, pretty Mysie," said the clown, "for I have not yet relieved Edward at his post; and were it not a shame to let him stay any longer, by my faith, I could find it in my heart not to quit you these two hours."
"Oh, you have hours and hours enough to see any one," said Mysie; "but you must think of the distress of the household even now, and get Edward to sleep for a while, for he has kept watch this whole night."
"I will have another kiss first," answered Dan of the Howlet-hirst.
But Mysie was now on her guard, and, conscious of the vicinity of the wood-hole, offered such strenuous resistance, that the swain cursed the nymph"s bad humour with very unpastoral phrase and emphasis, and ran up stairs to relieve the guard of his comrade. Stealing to the door, she heard the new sentinel hold a brief conversation with Edward, after which the latter withdrew, and the former entered upon the duties of his watch.
Mysie suffered him to walk there a little while undisturbed, until the dawning became more general, by which time she supposed he might have digested her coyness, and then presenting herself before the watchful sentinel, demanded of him "the keys of the outer tower, and of the courtyard gate."
"And for what purpose?" answered the warder.
"To milk the cows, and drive them out to their pasture," said Mysie; "you would not have the poor beasts kept in the byre a" morning, and the family in such distress, that there is na ane fit to do a turn but the byre-woman and myself?"
"And where is the byre-woman?" said Dan.
"Sitting with me in the kitchen, in case these distressed folks want any thing."
"There are the keys, then, Mysie Dorts," said the sentinel.
"Many thanks, Dan Ne"er-do-weel," answered the Maid of the Mill, and escaped down stairs in a moment.
To hasten to the wood-hole, and there to robe the English knight in a short gown and petticoat, which she had provided for the purpose, was the work of another moment. She then undid the gates of the tower, and made towards the byre, or cow-house, which stood in one corner of the courtyard. Sir Piercie Shafton remonstrated against the delay which this would occasion.
"Fair and generous Molinara," he said, "had we not better undo the outward gate, and make the best of our way hence, even like a pair of sea-mews who make towards shelter of the rocks as the storm waxes high?"
"We must drive out the cows first," said Mysie, "for a sin it were to spoil the poor widow"s cattle, both for her sake and the poor beasts"
own; and I have no mind any one shall leave the tower in a hurry to follow us. Besides, you must have your horse, for you will need a fleet one ere all be done."
So saying, she locked and double-locked both the inward and outward door of the tower, proceeded to the cow-house, turned out the cattle, and, giving the knight his own horse to lead, drove them before her out at the court-yard gate, intending to return for her own palfrey.
But the noise attending the first operation caught the wakeful attention of Edward, who, starting to the bartizan, called to know what the matter was.
Mysie answered with great readiness, that "she was driving out the cows, for that they would be spoiled for want of looking to."
"I thank thee, kind maiden," said Edward--"and yet," he added, after a moment"s pause, "what damsel is that thou hast with thee?"
Mysie was about to answer, when Sir Piercie Shafton, who apparently did not desire that the great work of his liberation should be executed without the interposition of his own ingenuity, exclaimed from beneath, "I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd."
"h.e.l.l and darkness!" exclaimed Edward, in a transport of fury and astonishment, "it is Piercie Shafton--What! treason!
treason!--ho!--Dan--Jasper--Martin--the villain escapes!"
"To horse! to horse!" cried Mysie, and in an instant mounted behind the knight, who was already in the saddle.
Edward caught up a cross-bow, and let fly a bolt, which whistled so near Mysie"s ear, that she called to her companion,--"Spur--spur, Sir Knight!--the next will not miss us.--Had it been Halbert instead of Edward who bent that bow, we had been dead."
The knight pressed his horse, which dashed past the cows, and down the knoll on which the tower was situated. Then taking the road down the valley, the gallant animal, reckless of its double burden, soon conveyed them out of hearing of the tumult and alarm with which their departure filled the Tower of Glendearg.
Thus it strangely happened, that two men were flying in different directions at the same time, each accused of being the other"s murderer.
Chapter the Twenty-Ninth.
-------------Sure he cannot Be so unmanly as to leave me here; If he do, maids will not so easily Trust men again.
THE TWO n.o.bLE KINSMEN.
The knight continued to keep the good horse at a pace as quick as the road permitted, until they had cleared the valley of Glendearg, and entered upon the broad dale of the Tweed, which now rolled before them in crystal beauty, displaying on its opposite bank the huge gray Monastery of St. Mary"s, whose towers and pinnacles were scarce yet touched by the newly-risen sun, so deeply the edifice lies shrouded under the mountains which rise to the southward.
Turning to the left, the knight continued his road down to the northern bank of the river, until they arrived nearly opposite to the weir, or dam-dike, where Father Philip concluded his extraordinary aquatic excursion.
Sir Piercie Shafton, whose brain seldom admitted more than one idea at a time, had hitherto pushed forward without very distinctly considering where he was going. But the sight of the Monastery so near to him, reminded, him that he was still on dangerous ground, and that he must necessarily provide for his safety by choosing some settled plan of escape. The situation of his guide and deliverer also occurred to him, for he was far from being either selfish or ungrateful. He listened, and discovered that the Miller"s daughter was sobbing and weeping bitterly as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"What ails thee," he said, "my generous Molinara?--is there aught that Piercie Shafton can do which may show his grat.i.tude to his deliverer?"
Mysie pointed with her finger across the river, but ventured not to turn her eyes in that direction. "Nay, but speak plain, most generous damsel," said the knight, who, for once, was puzzled as much as his own elegance of speech was wont to puzzle others, "for I swear to you that I comprehend nought by the extension of thy fair digit."
"Yonder is my father"s house," said Mysie, in a voice interrupted by the increased burst of her sorrow.
"And I was carrying thee discourteously to a distance from thy habitation?" said Shafton, imagining he had found out the source of her grief. "Wo worth the hour that Piercie Shafton, in attention to his own safety, neglected the accommodation of any female, far less of his most beneficent liberatrice! Dismount, then, O lovely Molinara, unless thou wouldst rather that I should transport thee on horseback to the house of thy molendinary father, which, if thou sayest the word, I am prompt to do, defying all dangers which may arise to me personally, whether by monk or miller."
Mysie suppressed her sobs, and with considerable difficulty muttered her desire to alight, and take her fortune by herself. Sir Piercie Shafton, too devoted a squire of dames to consider the most lowly as exempted from a respectful attention, independent of the claims which the Miller"s maiden possessed over him, dismounted instantly from his horse, and received in his arms the poor girl, who still wept bitterly, and, when placed on the ground, seemed scarce able to support herself, or at least still clung, though, as it appeared, unconsciously, to the support he had afforded. He carried her to a weeping birch tree, which grew on the green-sward bank around which the road winded, and, placing her on the ground beneath it, exhorted her to compose herself. A strong touch of natural feeling struggled with, and half overcame, his acquired affectation, while he said, "Credit me, most generous damsel, the service you have done to Piercie Shafton he would have deemed too dearly bought, had he foreseen it was to cost you these tears and singults. Show me the cause of your grief, and if I can do aught to remove it, believe that the rights you have acquired over me will make your commands sacred as those of an empress. Speak, then, fair Molinara, and command him whom fortune hath rendered at once your debtor and your champion. What are your orders?"
"Only that you will fly and save yourself," said Mysie, mustering up her utmost efforts to utter these few words.
"Yet," said the knight, "let me not leave you without some token of remembrance." Mysie would have said there needed none, and most truly would she have spoken, could she have spoken for weeping. "Piercie Shafton is poor," he continued, "but let this chain testify he is not ungrateful to his deliverer."