She would have detained him; but in a moment he sprang into the amphitheatre, and exclaimed--
"Now, Sir Knights, ye that hae been trying yer hands at the tourneyings, will ony o" ye hae the guidness to obleege me wi" the loan o" yer sword for a wee while, and I"ll be bond for ye I"ll no disgrace it--I"ll try the temper o" it in earnest."
Andrew instantly had a dozen to choose upon; and he took his place amongst the Borderers.
When he joined them, those who knew him, said--"The day is ours--Andrew is a host in himsel."
The marshals gave the signal for the onset; and a deadly, a savage onset it was. Swords were shivered to the hilt. Men, who had done each other no wrong, who had never met before, grasped each other by the throat--the Highland dirk and the Border knife were drawn. Men plunged them into each other--they fell together--they rolled, the one over the other, in the struggles and the agonies of death. The wounded strewed the ground--they strove to crawl from the strife of their comrades. The dead lay upon the dying, and the dying on the dead. Death had reaped a harvest from both parties; and no man could tell on which side would lie the victory. Yet no man could stand before the sword-arm of Andrew--antagonist after antagonist fell before him. He rushed to every part of the combat; and wheresoever he went, the advantage was in favour of the Borderers. He was the champion of the field--the hero of the fight. The king gave a signal (perhaps because his young queen was horrified with the game of butchery), and at the command of the marshals the combatants on both sides laid down their arms. Reiterated shouts again rang from the spectators. Some clapped their hands and cried--"Eyemouth yet!"--"Wha"s like Andrew!"--"We"ll carry him hame shouther high!" cried some of his townsmen.
During the combat, poor Janet had been blind with anxiety, and was supported in the arms of the spectators who saw him rush from her side.
But as the shouts of his name burst on her ear, consciousness returned; and she beheld him, with the sword in his hand, hastening towards her.
Yet ere he had reached where she stood, he was summoned, by the men-at-arms, who had kept the mult.i.tude from pressing into the amphitheatre, to appear before the king, to receive from his hands the promised reward.
Anxious as he had been to obtain the prize, poor Andrew, notwithstanding his heroism, trembled at the thought of appearing in the presence of a monarch. His idea of the king was composed of imaginings of power, and greatness, and wisdom, and splendour--he knew him to be a man, but he did not think of him as such. And he said to those who summoned him to the royal presence--
"Oh, save us a", sirs! what shall I say to him? or what will he say to me? How shall I behave? I would rather want the siller than gang wi"
ye!"
In this state of tremor and anxiety, Andrew was conducted towards the canopied dais before the Majesty of Scotland. He was led to the foot of the steps which ascended to the seat where the monarch and his bride sat. His eyes were riveted to the ground, and he needed not to doff his bonnet, for he had lost it in the conflict.
"Look up, brave c.o.c.k o" the Borders," said the monarch; "certes, man, ye would hae an ill-faured face if ye needed to hide it, after exhibiting sic a heart and arm."
Andrew raised his head in confusion; but scarce had his eyes fallen on the countenance of the king, when he started back, as though he beheld the face of a spirit.
"Ha! traitor!" exclaimed the monarch, and a frown gathered on his brow.
In a moment, Andrew perceived that his victor-wrestler--his crony in Lucky Hewitt"s--the tempter of his Janet--the man whom he had felled with a blow, and whose blood he had drawn--and the King of Scotland, was one and the same person.
"Guid gracious!" exclaimed Andrew, "I"m a done man!"
"Seize him!" said the king.
But ere he had said it, Andrew recollected that if he had a good right hand, he had a pair of as good heels; and if he had trusted to the one a few minutes before, he would trust to the latter now, and away he bounded like a startled deer, carrying his sword in his hand.
A few seconds elapsed before the astonished servants of the king recovered presence of mind to pursue him. As he fled, the dense crowd that encircled the amphitheatre surrounded him; but many of them knew him--none had forgotten his terrible courage--and, although they heard the cry re-echoed by the attendants of the monarch to seize him, they opened an avenue when he approached, and permitted him to rush through them. Though, perhaps, the fear of the sword which he brandished in his hand, and the terrible effects of which they had all witnessed, contributed not less than admiration of his courage, to procure him his ready egress from amongst them.
He rushed towards the sea-banks, and suddenly disappeared where they seemed precipitous, and was lost to his pursuers; and after an hour"s search, they returned to the king, stating that they had lost trace of him, and could not find him.
"Go back, ye bull-dogs!" exclaimed our monarch, angrily; "seek him--find him--nor again enter our presence until ye again bring him bound before us at Holyrood."
They therefore again proceeded in quest of the unfortunate fugitive; and the monarch having conducted his royal bride to the pavilion, cast off his jacket of black velvet, and arrayed himself in one of cloth of gold, with edgings of purple and of sable fur. His favourite steed, caparisoned to carry two, and with its panoply embroidered with jewels, was brought before his pavilion. The monarch approached the door, leading his queen in his hand. He lightly vaulted into the saddle--he again took the hand of his bride, and placed her behind him; and in this manner, a hundred peers and n.o.bles following in his train, the King of Scotland conducted his young queen through the land, and to the palace of his fathers. The people shouted as the royal cavalcade departed, and Scotch and English voices joined in the cry of--"Long live Scotland"s king and queen." Yet there were some who were silent, and who thought that poor Andrew the fisherman, the champion of the day, had been cruelly treated, though they knew not his offence. Those who knew him, said--
"It bangs a"! we"re sure Andrew never saw the king in his life before.
He never was ten miles out o" Eyemouth in his days. We ha"e kenned him since a callant, and never heard a word laid against his character. The king must hae taken him for somebody else--and he was foolish to run for it."
But, while the mult.i.tude shouted, and joined in the festivities of the day, there was one that hurried through the midst of them, wringing her hands, and weeping as she went--even poor Janet. At the moment when she was roused from the stupefaction of feeling produced by the horrors of the conflict, and when her arms were outstretched to welcome her hero, as he was flying to them in triumph, she had seen him led before his prince, to receive his praise and his royal gifts; but, instead of these, she heard him denounced as a _traitor_, as the king"s words were echoed round. She beheld him fly for safety, and armed men pursuing him.
She was bewildered--wildly bewildered. But every motion gave place to anguish; and she returned to her mother"s house alone, and sank upon her bed, and wept.
She could scarce relate to her parent the cause of her grief; but others, who had been witnesses of the regal festival, called at Widow Hewitt"s for refreshment, as they returned home, and from them she gathered that her intended son-in-law had been the champion of the day; but that, when he had been led forward to receive the purse from the hands of the king, the monarch, instead of bestowing it, denounced him as a traitor; "and when he fled," added they, "his majesty ordered him to be brought to him dead or alive!"--for, in the days of our fathers, men used the _license_ that is exemplified in the fable of the Black Crows, quite as much as it is used now. The king certainly had commanded that Andrew should be brought to him; but he had said nothing of his being brought _dead_.
Nancy lifted her hands in astonishment as high as her ceiling (and it was not a high one, and was formed of rushes)--"Preserve us, sirs!" said she, "ye perfectly astonish me athegither! Poor chield! I"m sure Andrew wadna harm a dog! A _traitor!_ say ye, the king ca"ed him? That"s something very bad, isn"t it? An" surely--na, na, Andrew couldna be guilty o"t--the king maun be a strange sort o" man."
But, about midnight, a gentle knocking was heard at the window, and a well-known voice said, in an undertone--
"Janet! Janet! it is me!"
"It is _him_ mother! it is Andrew! they haena gotten him yet!" And she ran to the door and admitted him; and, when he had entered, she continued, "O Andrew! what, in the name o" wonder, is the meaning o" the king"s being in a pa.s.sion at ye? What did ye say or do to him?--or what can be the meaning o"t?"
"It is really very singular, Andrew," interrupted the old woman; "what _hae_ ye done?--what _is really the meaning o"t_?"
"Meaning!" said Andrew, "ye may weel ask that! I maun get awa" into England this very night, or my life"s no worth a straw; and it"s ten chances to ane that it may be safe there. Wha is the king, think ye?--now, just think wha?"
"Wha _is_ the king!" said Nancy, with a look, and in a tone of astonishment--"I dinna comprehend ye, Andrew--what do ye mean? Wha can the king be, but just the king."
"Oh!" said Andrew, "ye mind the chield that cam here wi" me the other night, that left the gowd n.o.ble for the three haddies that him and I had atween us, and that I gied a clout in the haffets to, and brought the blood ower his lips, for his behaviour to Jenny!--_yon was the king!_"
"Yon the king!" cried Janet.
"Yon the king?" exclaimed her mother; "and hae I really had the king o"
Scotland in my house, sitting at my fireside, and cooked a supper for him! Weel, I think, yon the king! Aha! he"s a bonny man!"
"O mother!" exclaimed Janet; "bonny here, bonny there, dinna talk sae--he is threatening the life o" poor Andrew, who has got into trouble and sorrow on my account. Oh, dear me! what shall I do, Andrew!--Andrew!" she continued, and wrung her hands.
"There"s just ae thing, hinny," said he; "I must endeavour to get to the other side o" the Tweed, before folk are astir in the morning; so I maun leave ye directly, but I just ventured to come and bid ye fareweel. And there"s just ae thing that I hae to say and to request, and that is, that, if I darena come back to Scotland to marry ye, that ye will come owre to England to me, as soon as I can get into some way o" providing for ye. Will ye promise, Jenny?"
"Oh yes! yes, Andrew!" she cried, "I"ll come to ye--for it is entirely on my account that ye"ve to flee. But I"ll do mair than that; for this very week I will go to Edinburgh, and I will watch in the way o" the king and the queen, and on my knees I"ll implore him to pardon ye; and if he refuses, I ken what I ken."
"Na, na, Jenny dear," said he, "dinna think o" that--I wad rather suffer banishment, and live in jeopardy for ever, than that ye should place yoursel in his power or in his presence. But what do ye ken, dear?"
"Ken!" replied she; "if he refuses to pardon ye, I"ll threaten to tell the queen what he said to me, and what offers he made to me when ye was running out after the powny."
Andrew was about to answer her, when he started at a heavy sound of footsteps approaching the cottage.
"They are in search o" me!" he exclaimed.
Instantly a dozen of armed men entered the cottage.
"We have found him," cried they to their companions without; "the traitor is here."
Andrew, finding that resistance would be hopeless, gave up the sword which he still carried, and suffered them to bind his arms. Jenny clung round his neck and wept. Her mother sat speechless with terror.
"Fareweel, Jenny, dear!" said Andrew--"fareweel!--Dinna distress yoursel sae--things mayna turn out sae ill as we apprehend. I can hardly think that the king will be sae cruel and sae unjust as to tak my life. Is that no your opinion, sirs?" added he, addressing the armed men.
"We are not to be your judges," said he who appeared to be their leader; "ye are our prisoner, by his Majesty"s command, and that is a" we ken about the matter. But ye are denounced as a traitor, and the king spares nane such."
Poor Janet shrieked as she heard the hopeless and cruel words, and again cried--
"But the queen shall ken a"!"