A loud laugh from within was the reply to this speech. What next could this mean? The farmer was confounded, the hinds stared, and every one looked at another. Here were men who five minutes before were fighting like fiends, who had been deceived and confined, struck and ill-used, indulging in a good jolly laugh at the broaching of a question concerning their liberty. The mystery was increased, the affair was more extraordinary, the development more difficult and distant.
"Ay, ay," continued the farmer, "ye may laugh; but, maybe, the laugh may be on the ither side when ye get oot. This may be an a.s.sumed guid nature, to blind us. I"m as far ben as ye, though no in the barn. Come, come. It is a serious affair. Will ye pledge the honour o" a knight, that, if I draw the bolts, ye"ll let alane for let alane?"
"Surely, surely," was the ready reply, and another laugh accompanied the condition.
"Right merry prisoners, by my saul!" continued the farmer. "Will they laugh at the loss o" their horse, I wonder?" (To his friends.)
"That"s a" very weel," he continued, in a higher voice. "I hae witnesses here to the pledge; but I"m sorry to inform ye that that deevil o" a beggar, wha stole yer king"s mace, is aff and awa, the Lord kens whaur, wi" the best horse o" a" yer cavalcade. Will ye forgie this to the boot?"
Another burst of laughter responded from the barn, mixed with cries of--
"Ay, ay; never mind the horse. Let him go with the mace. The king of the beggars deserveth a steed."
"Weel, these are the maist pleasant faes I ever saw," said the farmer; "but I hae a" my fears there"s a decoy duck i" the pond. Haud firm yer kevels, friends, in case a" this guid nature may, like the blink o" an autumn sun, be followed by the fire-flaughts o" their revenge."
The men stood prepared to fight, if necessary; the bolts were withdrawn, and out came the knights, as merry as larks, making the air resound with their laughter. The farmer and his friends were still more amazed, as, for their very souls, they could see nothing in discomfiture and imprisonment to make any man laugh. But the fact was now certain, that the prisoners were right glad and hearty; and the sincerity of their good humour was to be tested in a manner that seemed as extraordinary as anything that had yet been witnessed on this eventful evening. Not one of them ever mentioned the beggar or the loss of the horse--a circ.u.mstance remarkable enough; and, not contented with this scrupulous regard of the treaty, the chief of them, slapping the farmer on the back, proposed that, as they had so unceremoniously broken up the sports of the evening, they should not depart till they saw the dancing again commenced, and till they each and every man of them should dance a reel with the blooming maidens they had seen on their entry. This request, though as remarkable as the former proceedings, was received with loud applause. The parties were again collected; Tam the piper again took his seat; the ale flowed in its former abundance; and in a short time the brave knights were seen tripping it gaily through the mazes of the merry dance. This was another change of the moral peristrephic panorama of that extraordinary evening; and, as the farmer looked at the merry knights with their surtouts of green, and their buff baldricks and clanging swords, busy dancing in that very barn where they had, a few minutes before, been fighting like Turks, he held up his hands in wonder, and would have moralised on the chances and changes of life, if a barn had been a proper place, a Maiden a proper occasion, and the hour of relief from a great evil a proper time for the indulgence of such fancies.
The knights danced only for a very short time; and there can be no doubt that they did their best to please themselves, and to exhibit to their host and his friends the greatest triumphs of the gay art; but all their efforts only tended to bring into higher contrast their best and most intricate evolutions, their highest and most joyous humours, their pleasantest and merriest tricks, with the devil-daring, jumping, roaring, laughing, kissing, and hugging of the jolly gaberlunzie, who outran all compet.i.tors in the production of fun, as much as ever did an Arab steed the plough-nag at a fair gallop. There was not a knight among them that could, as the saying goeth, "hold the candle to him;" and as for the private opinions of the "damysells," the very best judges of the properties of man, they would not have given one hair in the beard of the jolly gaberlunzie for all the short crops of the chins of all the knights put together. His thefts and vagaries were lost, like spots on the sun, in the blaze of his convivial splendour; and, coming and flying off like a comet, as he had done, he had left them in a darkness which all the tiny lights of the good-natured crew of bannerets could not illumine beyond the twinkle that only served to exhibit more clearly their gloom. _Sic transit gloria mundi!_--they might never see his like again.
The knights, after enjoying themselves in the manner we have mentioned, mounted their horses, (the one whose steed was stolen, having borrowed one from the farmer,) and having been supplied with a good stirrup-cup, galloped away, without ever having said one word, either of good or evil, of the mysterious gaberlunzie of whom they came in search. The Maiden was finished soon after, and the guidman of Cairnkibbie retired with his guidwife to rest, and in their waking moments to wonder at the strange events of the day. The fears of evil, resulting from his own conduct, had in a great measure ceased; but, alas! they ceased only to be revived in the morning, and increased to a degree that made him still lament having forced the king"s messengers, and harboured a thief. About eleven o"clock of the succeeding day, a horseman, booted and spurred, arrived in great haste at the door of the farm-house of Cairnkibbie, and requested to see the guidman.
"What"s your will, sir?" said the farmer to the messenger, as he went to the door.
"I bear his Highness the King"s schedule, to be delivered to William Hume, the tenant of Cairnkibbie."
"The King"s schedule!" answered William, as he took the paper out of the messenger"s hands--"what hae I dune to offend the king?"
"Read it," said the messenger; and William complied.
"These are to show our high will and pleasor, that whereas ane gaberlunzie, of the name of Wat Wilson, or at least ane wandering vagabond to whom that denomination does by common use or courtesie effeir, did, in our guid toun of Dunse, on Wednesday last past, of this current month of October, when our servitors and officers marching rank-on-raw, before and behint our person, reft frae the hands o" our mace-bearer, our mace of authority, fabricat of real siller, and embossed with dewysses of goold, whar-with he did flee trayterly to the protection and refuge of thee, William Hume, tenant of Cairnkibbie, wha, with thy tenants, domestics, and retainers, and others, did harbour him, even against our officers of justice, wham thou didst pummel, and lik, and abuse in a maist shameful manner, and thereafter didst confine in ane auld barn the whyle thou didst let off the said gaberlunzie, and steal ane o" the very choicest horses o" our knights; for all the whylk thou (and eke thy aiders and abettors) shalt answer at our present ambulatory Court, at our auld burgh of Dunse, wharto thou art summonit by this schedule, to attend on the day after thou receivest this, at 12 of the forenoon; whylk, if thou disregardest, thou shalt dree the punishment o" our righteous vengeance. Given at Dunse, this----day of October 15--. JAMES R."
"The Lord hae mercy on the house o" Cairnkibbie!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the farmer, as he read this fulmination of an incensed king"s wrath. "What am I to do? How can I face the king after abusing his officers, and harbouring the thief wha stole the royal mace, as weel as the horse o" his officer?
Can ye no intercede for me, sir, or at least gie me some advice how I am to act in this fearfu business?"
And the farmer stamped on the ground, and paced backwards and forwards in great distress. The officer who brought the schedule seemed to sympathise with the unhappy man; but, looking over to the door of the farm house, and seeing Lilly standing on the landing-place, combing her fair locks, he smiled as if some hope for the unfortunate farmer had broken in on his mind.
"Is that your daughter?" said he.
"It is," answered the farmer; "but that question has sma" concern with this present misery that has overtaken the house o" her father."
"More than thou thinkest, mayhap," answered the horseman. "Bring her with thee, man, to Court. The king cannot resist the appeal of beauty.
If that fair wench will but hold up that face of hers, while thou settest forth thy defence, I"ll guarantee thy liberation for a score o"
placks. But see thou attendest; otherwise, messengers will be sent to force thy presence."
Saying these words, the messenger clapped spurs to his horse, and was out of sight in an instant, leaving the poor farmer in a state of unabated terror. He went into the house, and reported the direful issue of last night"s adventure to his wife and daughter. The sympathetic communications of their mutual fears increased their sorrow and apprehension, till the females burst into tears, and the guidman himself groaned, at the prospect of his inevitable ruin. During the day and the night, the subject formed the continual theme of their conversation; and the terror of meeting the sovereign, the weakness of the defence, and the fear of ruinous consequences, alternated their influence over their clouded minds, without a moment"s intermission of ease. The guidwife was determined she would not leave her husband in the hands of his enemies; Lilly agreed to accompany them, at the request of her father; and Will Carr, with one or two of the farm-servants, were to go as exculpatory witnesses. The farmer had in his grief resolved upon a candid defence.
The truth, he was satisfied, might bring him off, while any attempt at concealment or falsification could not fail to hasten and increase the punishment he dreaded. At an early hour next day, the party were all on their way to Dunse; the farmer dressed in his long blue coat and blue bonnet, his wife with her manky kirtle and high-crowned mutch, bedizened with large bows of red ribbons; and Lilly, with her "Lincolme gown" and wimple-bound hair, looking like the Queen of May herself. On their entry into the town of Dunse, they were met by two men having the appearance of officers, who claimed them in the king"s name as criminals, and conducted them to a small castle at the end of the town, at that time used as a garrison for the king"s troops. After pa.s.sing through a long pa.s.sage (their hearts palpitating with terror and awe), they came to a room of a large and stately appearance, hung round, as they could see by their side glances--for they were terrified to look up--with loose hangings of rich cloth, whereon were many curious figures, that seemed to stand out apart from that on which they were set forth. About the middle of the room--so far as they could guess by their oblique investigation--they were seated on a species of "lang settle;" and when they found themselves seated, they began (after drawing nearer and nearer to each other) to look up and around.
There was a considerable number of individuals in the hall, some standing and some sitting, and all dressed in the most gorgeous style.
On an elevated seat, covered by a temporary canopy of velvet, sat the august monarch of Scotland, the Fifth James; and at his feet were three or four individuals in the habiliments of barons. All this was little suited to calming the beating hearts of the simple individuals who were so strangely situated. There was not (and the circ.u.mstance seemed strange) an ordinary individual present. Those who acted as officers were clearly knights, or high gentlemen in the confidence of the king.
All was silence for a few minutes, when a loud voice called out the name of "William Hume."
"Here," answered William, with a choking voice, while his wife and daughter shook till their very clothes rustled.
"Stand up, sir," cried the same fearful voice again.
William obeyed; and now, unimaginable awe! the voice of Majesty itself sounded through the hall.
"Read the indictment, Dempster," said the King.
The indictment was accordingly read.
"Is it true, sir," began his Majesty, "that thou didst harbour this man called Wat Wilson, knowing him to have stolen our mace, and thereafter didst beat and confine our messengers who were sent to apprehend him?"
Like many other timid witnesses, William Hume, regained his self-possession the moment he was fairly committed to giving evidence by a plain question being put to him.
"I cam here this day," replied William, looking up and around him with increasing confidence, "to tell your Highness G.o.d"s truth. I canna deny the charge."
"Knowest thou the punishment of deforcing the king"s messengers?"
rejoined the King.
"No, yer Highness," replied William; "but my fears tell me it"s no sma"."
"Hast thou anything to say in palliation of thy crime?"
"Owre muckle, I fear, yer Highness," answered William. "I say owre muckle; for now, when I look back upon the dement.i.t proceedings o" that nicht, I have almost come to the conclusion that that gaberlunzie wha has brought me into a" this trouble, was neither mair nor less than his august Majesty wha"----
"Who, who?" cried the King impatiently; while several of the lords began to laugh, and whisper, "He knows him, he knows him."
"--Than his august Majesty," continued William, "wha haulds his court there--there"--(pointing his finger downwards.) "To be plain, yer Highness, I do on my saul believe he was the Deevil himsel!"
The king laughed a loud laugh, and all the barons burst fair out into a hearty "guffaw;" while some of them muttered, "A compliment--a compliment, in good faith, to the King"--a whisper which, if William Hume had heard, he might have construed into a hint that the gaberlunzie was no other that the king himself; but, luckily for the naivete of William"s testimony, he remained in his ignorance.
"What, man!" exclaimed the King, when he had again arranged his jaws into something like gravity--"Dost thou believe he was the Devil?"
"Troth do I," replied William, now getting bolder by the laughter that had rung in his ears; "and the mair I think o" him and his wild and wonderfu" feiks and freits, the mair satisfied am I o"t."
William"s adherence to his position produced another burst of merriment.
"What _did_ he do," continued the King, "to ent.i.tle him to that character? It would ill become us to punish a subject for the acts of the Evil One."
"What did he _no_ do, your Highness?" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the farmer--"he did everything the enemy could do, and man couldna. We were hauldin our Maiden when he cam to the door, and were determined no to let him in; but he turned a" oor hearts in an instant, and the enemies o" his entrance becam the freends o" his presence. Then began he to act his part: he played as nae man ever played; drank as nae man ever drank; danced, and made ithers dance, langer and blyther than ever man did on the face o" this earth; caught men"s hearts like bullfinches wi" his sangs, the women"s by the rub o" his beard; and sent through a" and owre a" sic a glamour and witchery o" fun, and frolic, and enjoyment--ay, and luve o" himsel--that nae mortal cratur was ever seen to hae sic power since the days o" Adam."
William drew breath, and the king and lords again laughed heartily.
"But a" that was naething," continued William; "I"m a plain man, as ye may see--and wha, looking at me, would say that a mortal gaberlunzie could twist me round his finger as easily as he could do a packthread?
Yet this beggar did that. Your Highness" troops cam to seize him--and wha before ever saw the guidman o" Cairnkibbie harbour a thief? The Deevil had thrown owre me and the hail menyie the charm o" his cantraps.
We swore we would defend him--ay, even though we saw the stowen mace in his hand; we did defend him, and he had nae mair to do than to blaw in oor lugs, when clap went the barn-doors, and a" yer Highness" knights were imprisoned as if by magic. Could a beggar o" ordinar flesh and blude hae dune a" that, yer Highness?"
William again drew breath, and again the hall resounded with the laugh of the king and his lords.