"Wha"s this, Charlie, think ye?" said the soldier, laconically.
"I canna say I ken," replied Charlie, closely scrutinising the stranger.
"Hae ye nae guess wha he is?" repeated the soldier.
Charlie shook his head.
"Am I not," said the youth, stepping up to the perplexed sentinel--"am I not Lord Maxwell"s brother?"
"His brither!!!" exclaimed Charlie, in a tone which can only be represented by a regiment of notes of admiration.
"Yes--his brother," repeated the youth, at the same time slightly raising his bonnet so as to give Charlie a peep of a very fair complexion. "Look at me again."
Charlie"s wonder ceased in a moment.
"I daurna dispute what you say."
"Then he is Lord"s Maxwell"s brother!" said the conductor of the youth.
"Wha else should he be?" replied Charlie o" Kirkhouse, at the same time resuming his duties.
Leave of admission was soon obtained for the youth; and, in the course of a few minutes, he stood in the presence of Lord Maxwell. The room into which he was introduced was small and gloomy--for the light was admitted only by a single loophole, guarded by a bar of iron; and everything showed that this was, indeed, a prison. The tenant of this apartment was engaged at a table, placed as near the scanty window as possible, and covered with books and papers, which he seemed to be intently studying.
"Your brother, my lord," said the jailer. "I will return in half-an-hour," he added, turning to the youth, whom he then left standing in the middle of the room.
"My brother Charlie?" exclaimed Lord Maxwell, starting up, and hastening to meet his visiter. "I thought you had been in London. But how? you are not my brother. Charlie was a strapping fellow when last I saw him, and--excuse me--you have the advantage."
But, instead of answering, the youth blushed "celestial rosy red, love"s proper hue"--and that so deeply, that even through the gloom the baron saw the glow on the cheek.
"What! a youth--and to blush!" said he, eyeing his visiter keenly; "it cannot be; and yet who should it be but----"
"You have not forgotten "Johnny Armstrong"s Good-night,"" whispered the youth.
"Nor that voice," added the baron, saluting his pretended brother. "What good spirit has brought you here, my dear Lady Margaret?"
"I have brought you the means of escape: you can disguise yourself in my cloak and hat; the jailer will not know the difference in this dismal light, or rather darkness; the sentinel at the end of the court is Charlie o"Kirkhouse, who may be sent as your guide and guard to the gate; the cloak and hat will deceive the rest, whose recollection is doubtless by this time faint enough to favour the attempt."
"It must not be; for, even though no evil were to result from the attempt, I would not have you subjected to the rudeness of menials."
"Say not so, my lord, for n.o.body will dare to injure me. I never made a request before, and I may never make another."
"Nay--not so, I hope; but it cannot be that I should meanly leave you in my stead. Forgive me, my dear lady, if I refuse to avail myself of the means of escape which you propose; but deem me not so selfish as to value my own freedom above yours--as to skulk in disguise from these walls, and leave you here exposed to the insults of the angry underlings deputed by a suspicious enemy to watch my every movement."
"Would that I could prevail upon you, my dear lord," said Lady Margaret, affectionately, "to make the attempt; and would that I could prevail upon you to cast aside your schemes of vengeance, to devote your energies to the cause of your country, and to hear in your halls the sounds of merriment rather than the wailings of sorrow over friends whose lives have been lost in feudal warfare."
"Would that I could prevail upon myself," rejoined Lord Maxwell, "and be content to pa.s.s my years in peace and in happiness, with none save one to care for. But I forget myself: these things cannot come to pa.s.s."
"And why not?--why may they not now? If you will sign a bond, disavowing all intent of renewing your hereditary warfare with your hereditary foes, you would be placed at liberty; and my brother will pledge his life and land for your word."
"No more--tempt me no more; my will was weak and wavering; but I have not yet renounced my vow. You have spoken of my hereditary foes--shall I be the first of my race to cast away my heritage? Happiness is a dream: I know it now--for this moment--though bolts and bars retain me here--though the sun"s blessed ray scarce reaches me--though I have pa.s.sed my days in tumult and trouble, which will accompany me till life has reached its close. But this is all a dream: in a little while, you, my dear lady, will leave me; and with you, the dream will depart."
"Is there no hope left? Is your heart closed against me? Is your ear deaf to my prayer? Will you not hasten from these horrid walls? Will you sign no bond?"
"Never--never: I would as soon sign my own death-warrant, or yours; for to sign my own would not wring my heart. I will sign no bond: I will give no pledge. I need no man"s honour to be gauged for my forbearance.
Pardon me, if I seem rude, and rough, and stern. I would that the time were come when it might not be so--that my destiny were accomplished; for it may be that, by brooding over schemes of vengeance, our minds are filled with strange presentiments. When one deed has been done--when my first task has been completed--when my vow is fulfilled--happiness may yet be in store."
Neither the tears nor the entreaties of Lady Margaret could prevail on the inflexible baron; who, however, declared his resolution to try some other means of escape; and with this view suggested the propriety of ascertaining what a.s.sistance could now be rendered by Charlie o"
Kirkhouse. Lady Margaret, as she was conducted from the baron"s cell, communicated to the trooper the joint wishes of his chief and of herself.
Lord Maxwell now occupied his mind with projects of escape; and closely examined the aperture which admitted a scanty portion of light into the apartment; but its construction presented almost insuperable obstacles.
Nothing daunted, however, he resolved to try whether, by displacing a part of the wall, he might not be able to open a pa.s.sage; but the rate at which the work advanced was so slow, that a whole lifetime would have been required to accomplish his object.
As he had one evening arranged the rubbish according to his usual custom before meal-times, so that his operations might not be visible to the jailer, that functionary entered; but, instead of quietly placing on the table the viands which he bore, he addressed himself, in an under tone, to Lord Maxwell: "Would you like to escape, my lord?"
"Charlie o" Kirkhouse, as I"m a living man!" exclaimed the baron. "How got you here?"
"Hush--you shall know afterwards. Let us change dresses; I will remain in your stead."
"But you must not run into danger on my account."
"Danger! What danger? They dinna care to meddle wi" sma" gentry like me.
You maun do as I bid you."
"Well, well, Charlie," said the baron, nothing loth to seize the opportunity of escape, undeterred by any feeling of delicacy in the event of his subst.i.tute being discovered, and satisfying his scruples with the reflection that Charlie"s insignificance would protect him from insult or injury.
The exchange was forthwith made; and so well had Charlie selected the hour, that Lord Maxwell received no interruption, except from the sentry at the outer gate, who wanted to crack a joke with his friend Charlie o"Kirkhouse. Though the soldier looked somewhat suspicious when his joke was acknowledged only by a "humph," yet nothing further occurring to strengthen his suspicions, he quietly resumed his measured tread.
The baron soon provided himself with a horse; and the following morning found him at Thrieve Castle.
Meanwhile, Charlie o"Kirkhouse, who remained the tenant of Lord Maxwell"s apartment, was missed by his comrades; but the story of the sentinel, that he had seen "the Nithsdale trooper in a huff trampin"
doun the toun," satisfied them for the night. The jailer--who had a second key, and thus was able to obtain admission--was taken aback on visiting the cell on the following morning, when he found himself rather roughly hugged by the prisoner, who thrust him head over heels into a recess filled with what was, in courtesy, called a bed. Before the astounded functionary could open his mouth, he heard the door locked, and found himself a prisoner. He shouted, kicked, and thumped on the door, and made all the din in his power. Charlie found the key in the door at the end of a pa.s.sage which led to the cell, and which had prevented him from making his escape in the night-time; but his dress attracted the notice and suspicion of some officers. He was seized without delay. His excuse, however, that he had been "a guizardin" would have served his purpose, had not the imprisoned jailer, by dint of clamour, brought some of his comrades to the door, and let them know the state of the case. Charlie was immediately pursued; and, as he had not reached the castle gate, he was captured without difficulty.
"A pretty fellow you are," said Will o"Gunmerlie, "ye leein sc.o.o.n"rel!
but yese get your ser"in for lattin aff yon villain, that ye used to misca" waur nor ony Johnstone. Here. Habbie, Dandie, gie him a roun"
dizzen--and sync arither--and sync anither."
Charlie o" Kirkhouse fidgeted a little on hearing this order issued, and he would fain have made another attempt to escape; but it was in vain.
"Come ane, come a"," he recklessly cried, when no hope was left, "I carena; four dizzen"s nae waur nor ane." The punishment was inflicted with full vigour by Will o" Gunmerlie"s ministers of justice; and the luckless Charlie was thrust out of the castle, to find comfort and shelter where he might.
Meanwhile, Lord Maxwell tried to raise the barons of Nithsdale; but the times had changed so greatly since the accession of James to the English throne, that the lairds felt themselves more independent than they were of old, when their only choice was either to join the standard of some powerful chief, or to suffer their possessions to be spoiled by his retainers. Besides, they were weary of contests with their neighbours; and most of them peremptorily refused to comply with the baron"s wishes.
His wrath may be more easily conceived than described. After spending some weeks in ineffectual attempts to overcome the resolution of his refractory va.s.sals, he applied to Sir Robert Maxwell of Orchardstone (who, as has already been stated, was connected by marriage with Sir James Johnstone), for the purpose of obtaining an interview with his antagonist, and of trying whether that baron could not be prevailed upon to intercede for him with the king. The aged knight, gratified at the conciliatory disposition shown by Lord Maxwell, fixed time and place for a meeting between the two chiefs, who accordingly hastened, each with a small body of attendants, to the confines of their respective territories, with the view of holding an amicable conference. Leaving most of their attendants at some distance, Sir Robert Maxwell of Orchardstone, Sir James Johnstone, accompanied by Will o" Gunmerlie, and Lord Maxwell, accompanied by Charlie o" Kirkhouse (who had recovered from the effects of his whipping), proceeded to enter on the business which had called them together.
"I houp ye"re nane the waur o" bein i" the castle, Charlie," cried Will o"Gunmerlie, sneeringly.
"Nae thanks to you; I"ll hae it oot o" yer hide some day. Tak ye tent, ma man; ye"ve taen gude whangs o" ither folk"s leather--look to yer ain."
"Ha! ha! ha!" was the only reply of the other.