"Base loon!" cried the stranger, starting to his feet, "ye shall rue that blow." And he flung off his bonnet as if to return it.
"Hooly, billy," said Andrew, "there is as little manliness in fighting afore women as there was in your conduct to my bit Janet. But naething will gie me mair satisfaction than a round wi" ye--so wi" a" my heart--come to the door, and the best man for it."
Blood was issuing from the lips of the stranger, but he seemed nothing loath to accompany his quondam friend to the door. Janet, however, flung her arms around Andrew, and the old woman stood between them, and implored them, for her sake, to keep the peace towards each other.
"O sir!" cried she, "let there be nae such carryings on in my house. My dochter and me are twa lone women, and the disgrace o" such an on-carrying, and at such a time, too, when the king an a" the gentry are in the neighbourhood, might be attended by there"s nae saying what consequences to me and mine. Andrew, man, I wonder that ye haena mair sense."
"Sense!" returned Andrew, "I hae baith sense and feeling; and had it been the king himsel that I saw layin a hand upon my Janet, I would hae served him in the same way that I did that man."
"Ye brag largely and freely, neighbour," said the stranger; throwing down a n.o.ble upon the table to pay for his entertainment; "but we shall meet again, where there are no women to interfere."
"Tak up your gowd, sir," replied Andrew, "for though I can boast o" nae sic siller, coppers will pay for a" that we have had. I brought you in here to treat ye, and our quarrel shall make nae difference as to that.
Sae put up your gowd again; and as to meeting ye--I will meet ye the night, the morn, at ony place, or at ony time."
"I shall ask ye to meet me before ye dare," said the stranger; and leaving the coin upon the table as he left the house, "the gowd," added he, "will buy a gown and a bodice for the bosom of bonny Janet."
"I insist, sir, that you tak back the siller," cried Andrew.
"Dearsake, Andrew," said old Nancy, "he"s no offering it to you! It"s no you that has ony richt to refuse it." And taking up the piece, she examined it with a look of satisfaction, turning it round and round in her fingers--wrapped it in a small piece of linen rag, which lay in a corner of the room, and mechanically slipped it into her pocket. But it was neither every day, every week, nor every year, that Nancy Hewitt saw a coin of gold.
On the third day after the encounter between Strong Andrew and the stranger, the last and great day of the festivities on Lamberton took place; for on that day the royal bride was to arrive. The summer sun ushered in a glorious morning--its beams fell as a sheet of gold on the broad ocean, melting down and chaining its waves in repose. To the south lay Lindisferne, where St. Cuthbert had wrought miracles, with the Ferne Isles where he lived, prayed, and died, and the proud rock on which King Ida reigned.[2] They seemed to sleep in the morning sunbeams--smiling in sleep. To the north was gigantic St. Abb"s, stretching out into the sea, as if reposing on its breast; amidst their feet and behind them, stretched the Moor and its purple heather; while, from the distance, the Cheviots looked down on them; and Hallidon, manured by the bones of slaughtered thousands, lay at their hand.
Yet, before sunrise, thousands were crowding to the gay scene, from every corner of Berwickshire, and from Roxburgh and the Eastern Lothian.
The pavilions exhibited more costly decorations. Fair ladies, in their gayest attire, hung upon the arms of brave knights. An immense amphitheatre, where the great tourneyings and combats of the day were to take place, was seated round; and at one part of it was a richly canopied dais, where the young king, with his blooming queen, and the chief peers and ladies of both countries, were to sit, and witness the spectacle. Merry music reverbed in every direction, and the rocks and the glens re-echoed it; and ever and anon, as it pealed around, the a.s.sembled thousands shouted--"Long live our guid king James, and his bonny bride." Around the pavilions, too, strutted the courtiers with the huge ruffles of their shirts reaching over their shoulders--their scented gloves--flat bonnets, set on the one side of their heads like the cap of a modern dandy--spangled slippers, and a bunch of ribbons at their knees.
Amongst the more humble followers of the court, the immortal Dunbar, who was neglected in his own day, and who has been scarce less neglected and overlooked by posterity, was conspicuous. The poet-priest appeared to be a director of the intellectual amus.e.m.e.nts of the day. But although they delighted the mult.i.tude, and he afterwards immortalised the marriage of his royal master, by his exquisite poem of "The Thistle and the Rose," he was doomed to experience that genius could neither procure the patronage of kings nor church preferment; and, in truth, it was small preferment with which Dunbar would have been satisfied, for, after dancing the courtier in vain (and they were then a race of beings of new-birth in Scotland), we find him saying--
"Greit abbais graith I nill to gather But _ane kirk scant coverit with hadder, For I of lytil wald be fane_."
But, in the days of poor Dunbar, church patronage seems to have been conferred somewhat after the fashion of our own times, if not worse, for he again says--
"I knaw nocht how the kirk is gydit, But benefices are nocht leil divydit; Sum men hes sevin, and I nocht ane!"
All around wore a glad and a sunny look, and, while the morning was yet young, the sound of the salute from the cannon on the ramparts of Berwick, announced that the royal bride was approaching. The pavilions occupied a commanding situation on the heath, and the n.o.ble retinue of the princes could be observed moving along, their gay colours flashing in the sun, a few minutes after they issued from the walls of the town.
A loud, a long, and a glad shout burst from the Scottish host, as they observed them approach, and hundreds of knights and n.o.bles, dashing their glittering spurs into the sides of their proudly caparisoned steeds, rode forth to meet them, and to give their welcome, and offer their first homage to their future queen. There was a movement and a buzz of joy throughout the mult.i.tude; and they moved towards the ancient kirk.
The procession that accompanied the young princess of England into Scotland drew near; at its head rode the proud Earl of Surrey, the Earl of Northumberland, warden of the eastern marches, with many hundreds more, the flower of England"s n.o.bility and gentry, in their costliest array. In the procession, also, were thousands of the inhabitants of Northumberland; and the good citizens of Berwick-upon-Tweed, headed by their captain, Lord Thomas Darcy, and the porter of their gates, Mr.
Christopher Clapham, who was appointed one of the trustees on the part of the king of England, to see that the terms of his daughter"s jointure were duly fulfilled.
There, however, was less eagerness on the part of the young monarch to behold his bride than on that of his subjects. We will not say that he had exactly imbibed the principles of a libertine, but it is well known that he was a _gallant_ in the most _liberal_ signification of the term, and that his amours extended to all ranks. He had, therefore, until he had well nigh reached his thirtieth year, evaded the curb of matrimony; and it was not until the necessity of his marriage, for the welfare of his country, was urged upon him by his n.o.bles, that he agreed to take the hand of young Margaret of England. And of her it might have been truly said, that his
"Peggy was a young thing, Just entering in her teens,"
for she had hardly completed her fourteenth year. But she was a well-grown girl, one on whom was opening the dawn of loveliest womanhood--she was beautiful, and the gentleness of her temper exceeded her beauty. Young James was the most chivalrous prince of his age: he worshipped beauty, and he could not appear coldly before one of the s.e.x.
And having come to the determination (though unwillingly) to give up his bachelorism, or, as he called it, liberty, he at length resolved to meet his bride as became one whose name was chronicled on the page of chivalry. He accordingly arrayed himself in a jacket of black velvet, edged with crimson, and the edgings bordered with a white fur. His doublet was of the finest satin, and of a violet colour; his spurs were of gold, his hose crimson, and precious stones bespangled his shirt-collar. The reiterated shouts of the mult.i.tude announced the approach of the queen, and, thus arrayed, the young king rode forth to greet her.
He entered the kirk, at the further end of which stood his fair bride between the Earls of Surrey and Northumberland. He started, he seemed to pause as his eyes fell upon her, but in a moment they were again lighted up with more than their wonted l.u.s.tre. He had heard of her loveliness, but report had failed in doing justice to the picture. He approached to where she stood--he sank upon his knee--he raised her hand to his lips.
The English n.o.bility were struck with admiration at the delicate gallantry of the Scottish king.
I need not enter into the particulars of the ceremony. The youthful monarch conducted his yet more youthful bride and her attendants to his pavilion, while the heralds summoned the knights to the tournament, and prepared the other sports of the day. He took his lute and performed before her, and he sang words of his own composition, which related to her--for, like others of his family that had gone before, and that came after him, James had a spark of poetry in his soul.
"And dost thou understand this instrument, my own love?" said he, handing her the lute.
She blushed, and, taking it in her hand, began to "discourse most eloquent music," and James, filled with admiration, again sinking on his knee, and clasping his hands together, remained in this att.i.tude before her, until the trumpets of the heralds announced that the knights were in readiness for the tournament.
Thousands were crowded around the circle in which the knights were to exhibit their skill and prowess. The royal party took their seats on the dais prepared for them. Several trials of skill, with sword, spear, and battle-axe, had taken place, and the spectators had awarded to the successful compet.i.tors their shouts of approbation, when the young king, who sat beside his queen, surrounded by the Lords Surrey and Northumberland, and the n.o.bles of his kindred, together with the ladies of high degree, said--
"Troth, my lords, and whatever ye may think, they play it but coldly.
Excuse me, your Majesty, for a few minutes," continued he, addressing his young bride; "I must put spirit into the spectacle."
Thus saying, the young monarch left the side of his bride, and, for a time, the same breaking of swords, spears, and battle-axes continued, when the chief herald of the tournament announced the SAVAGE KNIGHT. He entered the lists on foot, a visor concealing his face, arrayed as an Indian chief. He was clothed in a skin fitting tightly to his body, which gave half of it the appearance of nudity. In his left hand he held a javelin, in his right hand he brandished a spear.
"Who is he?" was the murmur that rang through the crowd; but no one could tell, and the knights in the area knew not. He walked towards the centre of the circle--he raised his spear--he shook it in defiance towards every knight that stood around--and they were there from England as well as from Scotland. But they seemed to demur amongst themselves who should first measure their strength with him. Not that they either feared his strength or skill, but that, knowing the eccentricity of the king, they apprehended that the individual whom he had sent against them, in such an uncouth garb, and who was to hold combat with them at such extravagant odds, they being on horseback, while he was on foot, might be no true knight, but some base-born man whom the monarch had sent against them for a jest"s sake. But, while they communed together, the _Savage Knight_ approached near where they stood, and, crying to them, said--
"What is it ye fear, Sir Knights, that ye hold consultation together.
Is it my mailed body, or panoplied steed?--or fear ye that my blood is base enough to rust your swords? Come on, ye are welcome to a trial of its colour."
Provoked by his taunt, several sprang from their horses, and appeared emulous who should encounter him. But, at the very onset, the Savage Knight wrested the sword of the first who opposed him from his hand. In a few minutes the second was in like manner discomfited, and, after a long and desperate encounter, the third was hurled to the ground, and the weapon of the wild knight was pointed to his throat. The spectators rent the air with acclamations. Again the unknown stood in the midst of the circle, and brandished his spear in defiance. But enough had been seen of his strength and his skill, and no man dared to encounter him.
Again the mult.i.tude shouted more loudly, and he walked around the amphitheatre, bowing lowly towards the spectators, and receiving their congratulations.
Now, in the midst of the motley congregation, and almost at the point farthest removed from the dais of royalty, stood none other than Strong Andrew, with bonny Janet under his arm; and it so happened, that when the Savage Knight was within view of where Andrew stood, his visor fell, and, though it was instantly replaced, it enabled our st.u.r.dy fisherman to obtain a glance of his countenance, and he exclaimed--
""Od save us, Janet, woman, look, look look!--do ye see wha it is!
Confound me, if it isna the very chield that I gied the clout in the lug to in your mother"s the other night for his good behaviour. Weel, as sure as death, I gie him credit for what he has done--he"s ta"en the measure o" their feet, onyway! A knight!--he"s nae mair a knight than I"m ane--but it shows that knights are nae better than other folk."
There was a pause for a short s.p.a.ce--again the monarch sat upon the dais by the side of his blooming bride. The great spectacle of the day was about to be exhibited. This spectacle was a battle in earnest between an equal number of Borderers and Highlanders. The heralds and the marshals of the combat rode round the amphitheatre, and proclaimed that rewards would be bestowed on all who signalized themselves by their courage, and to the most distinguished a purse of gold would be given by the hands of the king himself. Numbers of armed clansmen and Borderers entered the area. Andrew"s fingers began to move, and his fists were suddenly clenched, relaxed, and clenched again. He began to move his shoulders also. His whole body became restless, and his soul manifested the same symptoms, and he half involuntarily exclaimed--
"Now, here"s a chance!"
"Chance for what, Andrew dear?" inquired Janet, tremulously--for she knew his nature.
"To mak a fortune in a moment," returned he, eagerly--"to be married the morn! The king is to gie a purse o" gold!"
Now, the only obstacle that stood between the immediate union of Andrew and Janet was his poverty.
"Oh, come awa, Andrew, love," said she, imploringly, and pulling his arm as she spoke; "I see your drift!--come awa--come awa--we have seen enough. Dinna be after ony sic nonsense, or thrawing awa your life on sic an errand."
"Wheesht, Janet, hinny--wheesht," said he; "dinna be talking havers.
Just stand you here--there"s not the smallest danger--I"ll be back to ye in ten minutes or a quarter of an hour at the utmost--ye may tak my word upon that."
"Andrew!" cried she, "are ye out o" yer mind a"thegither--or do ye want to put me out o" mine! I really think it looks like it! O man, would ye be guilty o" murdering yoursel, I may say!--come awa--come awa, dear--for I"ll no stand to see it."
"Hoot, Janet, hinny," returned he, "come, dear, dinna be silly."
Now, the number of the Highland party was completed, and they stood, a band of hardy, determined, and desperate-looking men; but the party of the Borderers was one deficient.
"Is there not another," cried the herald, "to stand forth, and maintain with his sword the honour and courage of the Borders?"
"Yes! here am I!" shouted Andrew, and drawing Janet"s arm from his; "now, dearest," added he, hastily, "just hae patience--just stand here for ten minutes--and I"ll let ye see what I can do."