("Deil a doot"s o"t--mony a ane; and that I hae met wi" the nicht"s ane o" them. But what"s strange in the notion o" me gaun aboot the country?
How else could I mak a leevin o"t?")
"His faither had the same trick before him," replied the laird to his wife"s remarks.
("That"s a curst lie--my faither, honest man, was a douce, decent, sober-livin weaver.")
"I reckon"t, guidwife, a lucky thing that he has come oor way."
("Do ye, indeed!--then, feth, say do I.")
"He"ll no forget oor kindness, I dare say."
("The ne"er a bit o" that I"ll do.")
"And maybe he"ll help us to oor ain again, frae the laird o"
Haudthegrip."
("Wi" great pleasure. But hoo do you expect such a service as that frae the like o" me?")
"I"ve heard o" his doin the like afore. But I say, guidwife, mind we maunna just let on barefacedly that we ken wha he is; for I can see, frae the way he took my hints the nicht, that he doesna like it. A" that I could do, I could na drive him into a corner on that subject. He aye shyed the question. Sae we maun tak nae mair notice o"t; for ye ken kings are kittle cattle to deal wi"."
("Kings! Whar the deevil are ye noo, laird? What"s a" this aboot?")
"So they"re said to be, John," replied the laird"s better half; "and I think the less we hae to do wi" them the better."
("My feth, ye"re richt there, guidwife, as I ken to my cost. I was ance very near hanged by the king by mistake, amang a wheen Border rievers that he strung up. The rope was aboot my neck before he wad listen to my story, or be convinced that I wasna ane o" the gang.")
"This is the first night," continued the laird"s wife, "ever a king was under my roof, and I hope it"ll be the last."
Here we must interrupt the dialogue for a moment to say that it would have done any man"s heart good to have seen the expression of Willie"s countenance when this last sentence reached his ear. The painter"s art alone could convey a correct idea of the look of perplexity and amazement which it exhibited. A glimmering of the facts of that singular case which will shortly be made to appear plain enough, began to break in upon him. But, as he could not yet entirely trust to its feeble light--in other words, could not believe what he heard, or rather could not believe that it applied to him--he lay as still as death, scarcely daring to breathe till he should gather something more regarding the strange insinuation that had just reached him; and for this he had not long to wait.
"Speak laigh, Jenny--speak laigh, woman," said the laird, in reply to his wife"s disloyal remark. "He"s maybe no sleepin; and I wadna for the best cow in my byre that he heard ye say what ye hae said. I a.s.sure you, for my part, guidwife, I"m very proud o" the honour. He"s just as guid a fellow as ever I spent a nicht wi". My faith, he tooms his bicker like a man, as your greybeard "ill witness in the mornin, guidwife."
Here a loud and long-drawn whee-o-ou from Willie announced that he was now fully enlightened on the mysterious subject of the extraordinary attention, kindness, and hospitality of the Laird of Whinnyhill, and his wife.
There was, in short, he felt, no longer any doubt of the fact, that he had been mistaken by them for no less a personage than the king, James V., who as all our readers know was in the habit of going about the country frequently in disguise; and it was true, as the laird had said, he had heard that he was at this moment abroad on one of those whimsical perambulations; and it was farther true, that he was in the neighbourhood of Whinnyhill.
Here, then, was rather an odd predicament for the south-land harper. And he felt it to be so.
"Ta"en for the king, as I"m a sinner!" said Willie--thus following up the whistle of amazement with which he had hailed the disclosure of the astounding fact. ""Od, this cowes the gowan! I"ve met wi" mony a queer thing in my life, but this beats a" oot and oot, as the weaver"s wife said when she couldna find an end to the puddin." And Willie forthwith proceeded to ruminate internally on the singular situation in which he now found himself; and it was while thus ruminating that he was struck with the bright idea which forms the leading feature in the sequel of our tale. This idea was, to maintain the character which had been thrust upon him, and to continue to enjoy the good living which, judging from what he had already met with, was likely to accrue from the deception.
He determined, therefore, to try and throw a little more dignity into his manner, and to be a little more guarded in his language--a good deal of which he felt would scarcely be becoming in a king, whatever character he might choose to personify; and, in conclusion, he resolved, in all cases where he should perceive that he was not mistaken for a prince in disguise--which he was conscious would, after all, be but seldom--to give such hints as should induce the desired belief; and, where it should appear to exist, to confirm it by the same means.
Having chalked out this line of conduct for himself, and having indulged in a few more speculations on the subject, Willie resigned himself to sleep, and, in the morning, awoke--a king in disguise.
True to the resolutions he had formed overnight, and not without ability to act up to them, Willie, on the laird"s entrance into the apartment in the morning, to inquire how he had slept, looked as majestic as he could; and, in a familiar, but somewhat condescending manner, saluted him with--
"Ha, laird! how dost? None the worse for thy potations last night? On my royal--ah! on my word, I mean--thou hast been nearer regicide than thou wotest of. Another such night and I would be a dead man!"
"The deil a fear o" ye, sir!" said the laird, now fully confirmed in his belief that it was James that stood before him. "It"s no a drap guid soun" liquor that"ll kill ye, I warrant; and it was nane o" the warst ye had last nicht, I a.s.sure ye. It wad hae been ill my pairt if it had.
And noo, sir," he continued, producing at the same time a huge bottle of brandy which he had hitherto concealed behind his back--"Ye"ll just tak a hair o" the dog that bit ye. A toothfu" o" this," filling up a large cup, ""ll keep the cauld morning air aff yer stomach; for, nae doot, sir, yours, after a", is just like other folks."
"Richt soond advice, laird, as I"m a--a sinner. I"ll pledge thee most cheerfully," said Willie, stretching out his hand to take the proffered cup, and, thereafter, draining it to the bottom with an eagerness and relish that amazed even the laird, who certainly thought it rather odd in a king.
"Anither, sir?" said the latter, encouraged by the rapidity of his guest"s execution, and looking at him slily as he spoke.
"Why, laird, I don"t mind if I do," replied Willie. "It warms me like a yard o" Welsh flannel. If my mother"s milk had been like that, laird, I would have been sucking still!" Saying this, he turned over another cup with undiminished gusto. Here, in truth, was a weak point in Willie"s character. He could not resist liquor; and had the laird persevered in giving him more drink, he would very soon have unhinged him; for there is little doubt that he would have forgotten his a.s.sumed dignity, and have swallowed much more than became a king at that unseasonable hour.
Luckily for his guest, however, the laird desisted from pressing the bottle farther, and this danger was avoided.
Willie, again conducted by his host, now proceeded to an apartment, where he found a sumptuous breakfast prepared for him, of which he partook with an appet.i.te that impressed his host with a very high and satisfactory opinion of the state of his sovereign"s health; and, being a loyal subject, the circ.u.mstance filled him with unfeigned joy.
On the conclusion of the repast--"Weel, sir," said Willie"s host, "what direction do ye propose takin noo? I hear there"s to be a gran" hanlin at Braehead the nicht. Ye might get some rare fun there, sir, an" ye gaed--just o" the kind ye like."
"Why, thank ye, Whinnyhill--thank ye for the hint! I"ll just e"en go there, then. But what"s the occasion, laird?"
"A very guid ane, sir--a hoose-heatin. The laird o" Tumlinwa"s takin possession o" his new hoose, and he"s no ane to stint his freens o"
either meat or drink when he brings them thegither. Ye"ll want for naething, I"se warrant ye."
"Why, faith, mine honest friend, and these are just the quarters I like," replied Willie, very well pleased to have got such a useful hint as to the direction he ought next to take.
"But," continued the laird, "mind the Middlema.s.s wood, sir, and keep a gleg ee about ye when ye"re pa.s.sin through"t; for, as I was sayin before, there"s some gay unchancy chiels thereabouts enow."
"Never fear me, laird," replied Willie; "I"ll gie as guid"s I get ony day--let who likes try"t."
Willie being now ready to resume his journey, and having expressed a wish to do so without farther delay--for, in truth, he was not sure how long he might escape detection--the laird accompanied him a little way, to see him, as he said, fairly on his way.
At parting, Willie took his host by the hand, and said, with all the dignity he could muster, and with a look which was intended to convey a great deal more than it would have been perfectly proper to express--
"Fare-ye-well, laird, and many thanks for your hospitality. Depend upon it, I will not soon forget it. It may stand thee in good stead some day." And with this he walked off with as much majesty as he could conveniently a.s.sume, leaving the laird of Whinnyhill highly delighted with his good fortune in having had an opportunity of making the personal acquaintance and friendship of his sovereign.
Willie, in the meantime, pursued his way; and, after two or three hours"
smart walking, found himself entering the wood about which he had been cautioned by his late host; and, although as indifferent to danger of the kind here threatened as most men, he thought there would be no harm in keeping the sharp look-out recommended to him.
He now accordingly proceeded with a more wary step, and kept peering around him as he advanced, to prevent his being taken by surprise. And it was not long ere he found that neither his own caution nor the hints which his late host had given him were unnecessary. When he had got about half way through the wood, he perceived three or four suspicious-looking fellows skulking amongst the trees a little in advance of him, and directly in the route he was pursuing.
"By St. Andrew, there they are!" said Willie, on observing the persons alluded to--"the very chiels the laird spoke aboot, or I"m greatly mistaen." And he began to free his sword hilt from those parts of his garment which were likely to interfere with its ready use. Although somewhat alarmed at the appalling odds against him, Willie resolutely held on his course till he arrived within a few paces of the foremost, who stood directly in his way with a drawn sword in his hand, and who he now perceived was masked and m.u.f.fled to the eyes in a cloak, as were also all his companions.
On perceiving the hostile att.i.tude of the fellow, Willie also drew, stopped short, and demanded the reason of his being thus interrupted in his peaceful progress. To this inquiry no immediate reply was made. The ruffians seemed doubtful of their object--indeed, Willie overheard them say as much; and they appeared, besides, rather disconcerted by his resolute bearing and by the circ.u.mstance of his being armed. This he also overheard. Observing their hesitation, and thinking his a.s.sumed dignity, if announced, might terrify the fellows, and save him from the perils of an unequal encounter, Willie called out to them--"What, ye knaves! would ye kill your King?" Never were expressions more unluckily chosen--never imposition worse timed.
"It is him! it is him!" shouted out the ruffians in reply. "Down with the tyrant!--down with the spoiler! Strike, Geordie, strike, for a thousand merks." And the whole rushed upon Willie at once, repeating their cries of "Down with the tyrant! the spoiler!" &c. But this was much easier said than done. Willie instantly retreated before his enemies. But it was by no means from fear. He was practising a very ingenious _ruse_; and it was one that he brought to a very successful issue. He retired from his a.s.sailants in order to separate them; and, having succeeded in this, he suddenly turned round, and, before the man who was nearest him was aware of his intention, ran him through the body. Having accomplished this dexterous feat, which he did quick as thought, he continued his flight until another had got considerably in advance of his companions, when he repeated the experiment, but this time by striking a desperate back blow with his sword, which, taking full effect on the face of his pursuer, inflicted a hideous wound that instantly disabled him from all further exertion. The other two, seeing the fate of their a.s.sociates, and horror-struck with the ghastly appearance of him that was just wounded, lost heart, and fled. But, for one of them at least, this attempt was vain. Willie"s blood was now up; and, not content with what he had already done, he gave chase, shouting out, as he pursued, "Down wi" the tyrant, ye villains! By St. Andrew, we"ll see wha"ll be doun first! If I dinna gie ye yer kail through the reek, may I never chew cheese again!" And with this--for Willie was as supple of limb, as dexterous and ready of hand--having overtaken the hindmost of the fugitives, he ran the flying ruffian through the back, who instantly fell forward on his face, a dead man. Thinking he had now done enough, and not a little exhausted with the exertions he had made, Willie, allowing the last of his a.s.sailants to escape, flung himself on the ground, to recover breath, exclaiming, as he did so, after a long drawn respiration, "Hech, but this has been a deevil o" a teuch job!
This kingcraft "ill never do. Here have I been as near murdered on account o"t as ony decent man wad wish to be. I"ve nae notion o" the tred ava, whar ye"re cuttled up ae nicht like a sick wife, wi" the best to eat and drink, and the next to hae yer throat cut. It"s no the thing, by ony means."
Such were the reflections in which Willie indulged on this occasion--an occasion which had shown him that the life of a king, as kings and subjects were in Scotland in his time, whatever respect it might procure him, in some instances was one of no small peril. Although, however, he had determined, from the experience which he had just had of the dangers of royalty, to resign the character, and disavow all claims to its dignities very shortly, he yet resolved on going through with it for one day longer--that is, until he had tried what sort of treatment it would procure him at Braehead, whither, the reader will recollect, he was now proceeding on the recommendation of the laird of Whinnyhill.
In this resolution, therefore, he in a few minutes started once more to his feet, and resumed his journey, leaving the dead bodies of the slain where they had fallen; but not, it must be observed, before he had carefully searched them, to see whether or not there was anything about them to reward him for the trouble of killing them. But in this he was disappointed. On none of them was there anything of the smallest value.
""Od, ye"ve been as puir"s mysel," he said, on completing his fruitless scrutiny into the pockets of the deceased. "Deil a bodle! No as muckle as wad supper a midge."