It was not many hours after his arrival at the castle, that he summoned to his presence a certain trusty attendant of the name of William Buchanan, and thus schooled him in the duties of a particular mission in which he desired his services.
"Willie," said the good-humoured monarch, "at the further end of the Rottenrow of this good city of Glasgow--that is, at the western end of the said row--there stands a fair mansion on the edge of the brae, and overlooking the strath of the Clyde. It is the residence of a certain fair young lady of the name of Craig. Now, Willie, what I desire of you to do is this: you will go to this young lady from me, carrying her this gold ring, and say to her that I intend, with her permission, doing myself the honour of paying her a visit in the course of this afternoon.
"Make your observations, Willie, and let me know how the land lies when you return. But, pray thee, keep out of the way of our worthy knight of Dunrod; and if thou shouldst chance to meet him, and he should question thee, seeing that you wear our livery, breathe no syllable of what thou art about, otherwise he may prove somewhat troublesome to both of us. At any rate, to a certainty, he would crop thy ears, Willie; and thou knowest, king though I be, I could not put them on again, nor give thee another pair in their stead. So keep those thou hast out of the hands of Sir Robert Lindsay of Dunrod, I pray thee."
Charged with his mission, Willie, who had been often employed on matters of this kind before, proceeded to the street with the unsavoury name already mentioned; but, not knowing exactly where to find the house he wanted, he looked around him to see if he could see any one to whom he might apply for information. There happened to be n.o.body on the street at the time; but his eye at length fell on an old weaver--as, from the short green ap.r.o.n he wore, he appeared to be--standing at a door.
Towards this person Willie now advanced, discarding, however, as much as possible, all appearance of having any particular object in view; for he prided himself on the caution and dexterity with which he managed all such matters as that he was now engaged in.
"Fine day, honest man," said Willie, approaching the old weaver. "Gran wather for the hairst."
"It"s just that, noo," replied the old man, gazing at Willie with a look of inquiry. "Just uncommon pleesant wather."
"A bit nice airy place up here," remarked the latter.
"Ou ay, weel aneuch for that," replied the weaver. "But air "ll no fill the wame."
"No very substantially," said Willie. "Some gran hooses up here, though.
Wha"s is that?" and he pointed to a very handsome mansion-house opposite.
"That"s the rector o" Hamilton"s," replied the weaver.
"And that are there?"
"That"s the rector o" Carstairs"."
"And that?"
"That"s the rector o" Erskine"s."
""Od, but ye do leeve in a G.o.dly neighbourhood here," said Willie, impatient with these clerical iterations. "Do a" the best houses hereawa belang to the clergy?"
"Indeed, the maist f.e.c.k o" them," said the weaver. "Leave ye them alane for that. The best o" everything fa"s to their share."
"Yonder"s anither handsome hoose, noo," said Willie, pointing to one he had not yet indicated. "Does yon belang to the clergy too?"
"Ou no; yon"s the late Mr. Craig"s," replied the weaver; "ane o" oor walthiest merchants, wha died some time ago."
"Ou ay," said Willie, drily; "just sae. Gude mornin", friend." And thinking he had managed his inquiries very dexterously, he sauntered slowly away--still a.s.suming to have no special object in view--towards the particular house just spoken of, and which, we need not say, was precisely the one he wanted.
It was a large isolated building, with an extensive garden behind, and stretching down the face of what is now called the Deanside Brae. On the side next the street, the entrance was by a tall, narrow, iron gate.
This gate Willie now approached, but found it locked hard and fast.
Finding this, he bawled out, at the top of his voice, for some one to come to him. After a time, an old woman made her appearance, and, in no very pleasant mood, asked him what he wanted.
"I hae a particular message, frae a very particular person, to the young leddy o" this hoose," replied Willie.
"Ye maun gang and seek the young leddy o" this hoose ither whars than here, then," said the old dame, making back to the house again, without intending any further communication on the subject.
"Do ye mean to say that she"s no in the hoose?" shouted Willie.
"Ay, I mean to say that, and mair too," replied the old crone. "She hasna been in"t for a gey while, and winna be in"t for a guid while langer; and sae ye may tell them that sent ye."
Saying this, she pa.s.sed into the house; and by doing so, would have put an end to all further conference.
But Willie was not to be thus baffled in his object. Changing his tactics from the imperative to the wheedling, in which last he believed himself to be exceedingly dexterous--
"Mistress--I say, Mistress," he shouted, in a loud, but coaxing tone; "speak a word, woman--just a word or two. Ye maybe winna fare the waur o"t."
Whether it was the hint conveyed in the last clause of Willie"s address, or that the old woman felt some curiosity to hear what so urgent a visitor had to say, she returned to the door, where, standing fast, and looking across the courtyard at Willie, whose sly though simple-looking face was pressed against the iron bars of the outer gate, she replied to him with a--
"Weel, man, what is"t ye want?"
"Tuts, woman, come across--come across," said Willie, wagging her towards him with his forefinger. "I canna be roarin" out what I hae to say to ye a" that distance. I micht as weel cry it oot at the cross.
See, there"s something to bring ye a wee nearer."
And he held out several small silver coin through the bars of the gate.
The production of the cash had the desired effect. The old woman, who was lame, and who walked by the aid of a short thick stick with a crooked head, hobbled towards him, and, having accepted the proffered coin, again asked, though with much more civility than before, what it was he wanted?
"Tuts, woman, open the yett," said Willie in his cagiest manner, "and I"ll tell ye a" aboot it. It"s hardly ceevil to be keeping a body speakin" this way wi" his nose thrust through atwixt twa cauld bars o"
airn, like a rattin atween a pair o" tangs."
"Some folks are safest that way, though," replied the old woman, with something like an attempt at a laugh. "Bars o" airn are amang the best freens we hae sometimes. But as ye seem a civil sort o" a chiel, after a", I"ll let ye in, although I dinna see what ye"ll be the better o"
that."
So saying, she took a large iron key from her girdle, inserted it in the lock, and in the next moment the gate grated on its hinges; yielding partly to the pressure of Willie from without, and partly to the co-operative efforts of the old woman from within.
"Noo," said Willie, on gaining the interior of the courtyard--"Noo," he said, affecting his most coaxing manner, "you and me "ll hae a bit crack thegither, guidwife."
And, sitting down on a stone bench that ran along the front of the house, he motioned to the old lady to take a seat beside him, which she did.
"I understand, guidwife," began Willie, who meant to be very cunning in his mode of procedure, "that she"s just an uncommon bonny leddy your mistress; just wonderfu"."
"Whaever tell"t ye that, didna misinform ye," replied the old woman drily.
"And has mints o" siller?" rejoined Mr. Buchanan.
"No ill aff in that way either," said the old woman.
"But it"s her beauty--it"s her extraordinary beauty--that"s the wonder, and that I hear everybody speakin" aboot," said Willie. "I wad gie the price o" sax fat hens to see her. Could ye no get me a glisk o" her ony way, just for ae minute?"
"Didna I tell ye before that she"s no at hame?" said the old dame, threatening again to get restive on Willie"s hands.
"Od, so ye did; I forgot," said Mr. Buchanan, affecting obliviousness of the fact. "Whaur may she be noo?" he added in his simplest and _couthiest_ manner.
"Wad ye like to ken?" replied the old lady with a satirical sneer.
""Deed wad I; and there"s mae than me wad like to ken," replied Willie; "and them that wad pay handsomely for the information."