The seneschal withdrew, though reluctantly, and casting his eyes about for the indispensable Katherine; but she was not within his reach, and he felt himself compelled, by the impatience of the old baron, to admit the merchant. The creaking hinges of the bridge resounded through the castle and the merchant and his mules were seen by Katherine, looking through a loophole, slowly making their way into the castle. It was too late for her now to consider of the propriety of the permission to enter; so she leant her chin on her hand, and quietly scanned the stranger, as he crossed the bridge, driving his mules before him with a large stick, which he brought down with a loud thwack on their backs--accompanying his act with a loud "Whoop, ho!" and occasionally throwing his eyes over the walls as he proceeded.
"Whom have we here?" said she, as she communed with herself, and nodded her head, still apparent through the loophole. "By"r Lady! neither Gascon nor Fleming, or my eyes are no better than my father"s, when he looks at _antiques_ through the red medium of his vintage of "90.
Perchance, a lover come to run away with Kate Kennedy. Hey! the thought tickles my wild wits, and sends me on the wings of fancy into the regions of romance. Yet I have not read that the catching and carrying off of _Tartars_ hath anything to do with the themes of romantic love-errantry. I"m witty at the expense of this poor packman; but, seriously, Katherine Kennedy must carry off her lover. True to the difference that opposes me to the rest of my s.e.x, I could not love a man whom I did not vanquish and abduct, as a riever does the chattels of the farmer."
Continuing her gaze, as she laughed at her own strange thoughts, she saw the merchant bind his mules to a ring fixed in the inside of the wall, and take out of his panniers a vessel, with which he proceeded in the direction of the door that led to the hall. When the merchant had disappeared, she saw one of the retainers of the castle examining intently the mules and their panniers. He looked up and caught her eye; and placing his finger on his forehead, made a sign for her to come down. She obeyed with her usual alacrity, and in a moment was at the side of the retainer, who, slipping gently under the shade of the castle, so as to be out of the view of those within the hall, communicated to the ear of Katherine some intelligence of an important nature. The man looked grave; Kate snapped her fingers; the fire of her eyes glanced from the b.a.l.l.s like the sparks of struck flint, and the expression of her countenance indicated that she had formed a purpose which she gloried in executing.
"Hark ye, Gregory," said she; "I am still your debtor, but I require again your services." And, looking carefully around her, she whispered some words into the ear of the man; and, upon receiving his nod of intelligence and a.s.sent, sprung up the steps that led to the hall.
The wine merchant was, as she entered, sitting at the oaken table, opposite to the old baron, who was holding up in his hand a species of gla.s.s jug, and looking through it with that peculiar expression which is only to be found in the face of a luxurious wine-toper in the act of pa.s.sing sentence.
"Wha, in G.o.d"s name, are ye, man?" cried the baron, under the cover of whose speech Kate slipped cleverly up to the window, and sat down, with her cheek resting on her hand, in apparent listlessness, but eyeing intently the stranger. "I could have wad the picture o" my ancestor, Watt o" Flodden, or King Henry"s turret, in the east wing o"
Innerkepple, wi" its twenty wounds, mair precious than goold, that there wasna a cup o" vintage "90 in Scotland except what I had mysel. Whar got ye"t, man? Are ye the Devil? Hae ye brocht it frae my ain cellars?
Speak, Satan!"
"Vy, _mon cher_ Innerkepple," replied the merchant, "did I not know that you were one grand biberon--I mean drinker of vin? It is known all over the marches--I mean the Bordures. Aha! no one Frenchman could cheat the famous Innerkepple; so I brought the best that was in all my celliers.
Is it not grand and magnifique?"
"Grand an" magnifique, man!" replied Innerkepple, as he sipped the wine with the gravity of a judge. "It"s mair than a" that, man, if my tongue could coin a word to express its ain sense o" what it is at this moment enjoying. But the organ"s stupified wi" sheer delight, and forgets its very mither"s tongue; an" nae wonder, for my very een, that didna taste it, reel and get drunk wi" the sight." And the delighted baron took another pull of the goblet.
"Aha! Innerkepple, you are von of the grandest biberons I have ever seen in all this contree," said the merchant. "It is one great pleasir to trafique vit von so learned in the science of _bon gout_. That grand smack of your lips would tempt me to ruin myself, and drink mine own commodity."
"Hae ye a stock o" the treasure?" said the baron; "I canna suppose it."
"Just five barrils in my celliers at Berwick," answered the merchant, "containing quatre hundred pints de Paris in each one of them."
"I could walk on my bare feet to Berwick to see it and taste it," said the baron; "but what clatter o" a horse"s feet is that in the court, Kate?"
"Ha! sure it is my mules," said the Frenchman, starting to his feet in alarm.
"Oh! keep your seat, Monsieur Merchant," cried Kate, laughing and looking out of the window. "Can a lady not despatch her servitor to Selkirk for a pair of sandals, that should this day have been on my feet in place of in Gilbert Skinner"s hands, without raising folks from their wine?"
The Frenchman was satisfied, and retook his seat; but the baron looked at Kate, as if at a loss to know what freak had now come into her inventive head. The letting down of the drawbridge, and the sound of the horse"s feet pa.s.sing along the sounding wood, verified her statement, but carried no conviction to the mind of Innerkepple. He had long ceased, however, the vain effort to understand the workings of his daughter"s mind, and on the present occasion he was occupied about too important a subject to be interested in the vagaries of a madcap wench.
"By the Virgin!" she said again, "my jennet will lose her own sandals in going for mine, if Gregory thus strikes the rowels into her sides."
Covering, by these words, the rapid departure of the messenger, she turned her eyes to continue the study of the merchant, whom she watched with feline a.s.siduity. The conversation was again resumed.
"Five barrels, said ye, Monsieur?" resumed Innerkepple. "Let me see--that, wi" what I hae mysel, may see me out; but it will be a guid heir-loom to Kate"s husband. What is the price?"
"One merk the gallon of four pints de Paris," answered the merchant.
("Yet I see no marks of Otterstone about him," muttered Kate to herself.
"How beautiful he is, maugre his disguise! Had he come on a message of love, in place of war, I would have taken him prisoner, and bound him with the rays of light that come from my languishing eyes.")
"That"s dear, man," said Innerkepple. "But ye"re a cunning rogue; if I keep drinking at this rate, the price will sink as the flavour rises, and ye"ll catch me, as men do gudgeons, by the tongue."
"Aha! _mon cher_ Innerkepple," said the merchant, "you have von excellent humour of fun about ye. If I vere not _un pauvre merchand_, I would have one grand plaisir in getting _mouille_--I mean drunk--vit you."
("Ha! my treacherous Adonis, art on that tack, with a foul wind in thy fair face?" was Kate"s mental e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n. "If thou nearest thy haven, I am a worse pilot than Palinurus.")
"Wi" wine like that before ane," responded the baron, "the topers alongside o" ye may be Frenchmen or Dutchmen, warriors or warlocks, wraiths or wa.s.sailers, merchants or mahouns--a"s alike. It will put a soul into a ghaist, a yearning heart into a gowl, and a spirit o"
n.o.bility in the breast o" ane wha never quartered arms but wi" the fair anes o" flesh an" bluid that belang to his wife. I"ll be oblivious o" a"
warldly things before Kate"s sandals come frae Selkirk; but yer price, man, I fear, will stick to me to the end."
"I cannot make one deduction," said the merchant, "but I vill give to the men in the base-court one jolly debauch of very good vin, vich is in my hampers."
("The kaim of chanticleer is in the wind"s eye," muttered Katherine.
"Thou pointest n.o.bly for the direction of treachery; but my sandals will be back from Selkirk long before I am obliged to march with thee to the prison of Otterstone.")
"Weel, mak it a merk," said Innerkepple, "for five pints, an" a bouse to my retainers, wha are as muckle beloved by me as if they were my bairns; an" I will close wi" ye."
"Vell, that is one covenant _inter nous_," said the merchant; "but I cannot return to Berwick until _demain_--I mean the morrow; and we vill have the long night for one jolly carousal. I vill go _sans delai_, and give the poor fellows, in the meantime, one leetle tasting of the grand cheer."
("Then I am too long here," muttered Kate. "Alexander told his men that the Persian stream was poisonous, to prevent them from stopping to drink, whereby they would have fallen into the hands of the enemy. One not less than he--ha! ha!--will save her men, by telling them there is treachery in the cup.")
She descended instantly to the base-court, and, pa.s.sing from one guard to another, she whispered in their ears certain instructions, which, by the nodding of their heads, they seemed to understand, while those she had not time to visit received from their neighbours the communication at second-hand, and thus, in a short s.p.a.ce of time, she prepared the whole retainers for the part they were destined to play. She had scarcely finished this part of her operations, and got out of the court, when the wine merchant made his appearance on the steps leading to the hall. He nodded pleasantly to the men, and, proceeding to his mules, took out of one of the panniers a large vessel filled with wine. This he laid on the flagstones of the base-court, and alongside of it he placed a large cup. He then called out to the retainers to approach, and seemed pleased with the readiness with which they complied with his request.
"Mine very good fellows," said he, "I have sold your master, Innerkepple, one grand quant.i.ty of vine; and he says I am under one obligation to treat you vit a hamper, for the sake of the grand affection he bears to you. You may drink as much as ever you vill please; and ven this is brought to one termination, I will supply you vit more."
"We"re a" under a suitable obligation to ye, sir," replied the oldest of the retainers, a sly, pawky Scotchman--"and winna fail to do credit to the present ye"ve sae n.o.bly presented to us; but do ye no hear Innerkepple callin" for ye frae the ha"? Awa, sir, to the guid baron, and leave us to our carouse."
"Ay," said another; "we"ll inform ye when this is finished."
"Finished!" said a third; "we"ll be a" on oor backs before we see the end o"t."
"Aha! excellent jolly troup!" cried the merchant, delighted with this company.
The voice of Katherine, who appeared on the steps leading to the hall, now arrested their attention.
"My father is impatient for thee, good merchant," said she.
"_Ma chere_ leddy," replied he, "I will be there _a present_." And, looking up to see that she had again disappeared--"Drink, my jolly mates," he continued. "It is the grand matiere, the _bon_ stuff, the excellent good liqueur. Aha! you will be so merry, and you know you have the consent of Innerkepple."
"We"ll be a" as drunk as bats," said he who spoke first, with a sly leer.
"The Deil tak him wha has the beddin" o" us!" said another.
"So say I," added half-a-dozen of voices.
"Then I am the Deil"s property," said the warder, "unless I am saved by the power o" the wine; and, by my faith, I"ll no spare"t."
"Aha! very good! excellent joke!" cried the delighted merchant. "Drink, and shame the Diable, as we say in France. Wine comes from the G.o.ds, and is the grand poison of Beelzebub."
And, after enjoying deep potations, the merchant returned to the hall, amidst the laughter and pretended applause of the men. The moment he had disappeared, Katherine got carried to the spot a measure filled with wine and water; and, having emptied in another vessel the contents of the merchant"s hamper, the thin and innocuous potation was poured in to supply its place. The men a.s.sisted in the operation; and, all being finished, they began to carouse with great glee and jollity.
"I said, my leddy, to the merchant, that we would be a" as drunk as bats," said one of the humorists; "and sure this is a fair beginning; for wha could stand drink o" this fearfu" strength?"
"The Deil tak him wha has the beddin" o" us!" said the other, laughing, as he drank off a gla.s.s of the thin mixture.