"Here, Will, here man," whispered the beggar, as he rioted in his wild humour, and twirled Will Carr about to face Lilly, while he left her for Bess Gordon. "Set to her, man, and dinna spare a kiss and a good squeeze o" her hand, as ye see the auld anes" backs to ye."
And then he drowned his remark with his hoogh! hoogh! sprung up yard high, and clapped his knees opposite the blooming Bess, who would not have given her jolly new partner for a" the Will Carrs in Scotland.
"Change the measure, Tam," cried the beggar, as he foresaw the termination of "The Hunts of Cheviot." "Up wi" "King William"s Note,"
man. Fill his coig, ye lazy loons! Noo, Tam!--hoogh! hoogh!--there up yet, higher and higher, man--hoogh, hoogh!"
The piper felt the inspiration, up mounted the notes to the highest and liveliest measure, and away again flew the merry dancers under all the impulse of the new tune. The clap on the beggar"s knee ever and anon run along, and still he twirled round Will Carr to face Lilly--though not before he had taken her round the fair neck, and kissed her, "nothing loath"--and again presented himself to the welcome face of Bess, whose rosy lips he "prec"d" as often as his many laborious evolutions, hooghs, claps, and cries to the piper would permit. He even made _tacks_ to the side reels, and, laying hold of the damsels of his neighbours, kissed them from lug to lug, and then came back with a roar of laughter behind him, to greet of new Bess Gordon, to whom he seemed more welcome for his gallantry. The guidwife of Cairnkibbie herself was violently laid hold of round the neck and saluted with a loud smack, which, sounding in the ears of the guidman, produced a hearty laugh at the boldness, which was excused by the reckless jollity of the extraordinary gaberlunzie. Nor did he yet allow them to flag.
"Keep at it, Will!" he cried to the young man. "Ye"ll hae aneuch o"
Lilly for ae nicht, or my name"s no Wat Wilson. Aneuch o" "King William"s Note," Tam. Come awa wi" anither--"In Simmer I mawed my meadow," wi" double quick time. Look to his bicker there, ye culroun knaves, wha"ll neither dance, drink, nor mak drink!"
The piper heard the appeal, and struck up the new tune with great glee--
"Gude Lord, how he did lans!
And again the inspiring strain, coming in a new measure, filled the dancers with new energies. There never had been such a reel since ever reels were danced. Heaven knows how long it had lasted, and yet the performers felt no weariness, all through the inspiring devilry, as they termed it, of the gaberlunzie, whose war-cry was as loud and uproarious as ever, and his leaps in the air as high as they had been at the first off-go. He now played off a new trick. He twirled round the partner of the next reel, and made him take his place before Bess Gordon, while he, ambitious of a new face, took the place of his neighbour, and continued the sport in his new locality and company. Bess regretted her change; but his new position was soon changed, for he played the same trick with the next reeling party, and so on through the whole four--for such was the number up at once; and he continued to "prec the mou"s" of every young maiden on the floor, and, returning with many a hoogh, and clap, and leap to his old position, he seemed inclined to keep up the sport till the elder dancers should drop to the ground with sheer fatigue. It seemed to the guidman of Cairnkibbie that there was no remedy but a nod to Piper Tam, who, himself almost blown out, observed with pleasure the master"s indication, and stopped the music even in the very midst of the leaping joy of the interminable gaberlunzie, who would have danced apparently till next moon, if he could have got any one strong enough and willing enough to dance with him.
He was now a universal favourite; all flocked round him as he wiped the perspiration from his forehead, and declared they had never seen such a spirited dancer before. His name, Wat Wilson, flew through the barn, and every one wondered how they had never seen such a jolly beggar in those parts before. But Wat said nothing of his _unde_, his _ubi_, or his _quo_; he only drank to the crowd around him; and, with Lilly on one side of him, and Will Carr on the other, he seized again his own pipes, and, forcing Tam to his feet, and crying to a new party to start, struck up one of the liveliest airs that the folks of the Merse had ever heard.
In an instant again the barn was resounding with mirth; his strains were irresistible.
"Then all the wenches te he they playit, And loud as Will Aitken leuche; But nane cried, Gossip, hyn your gaits, For we have dansit aneugh."
At least none cried they had danced enough while the beggar played; for the very heels seemed to obey the influence of his spirit, as if they had been gifted with some power of sympathy, independently of the bodies to which they were attached. The dance was kept up till the dancers tired--for the beggar"s lungs were as tough as his feet; and when all had, for a time, tired of dancing, they a.s.sembled round their guest, who, of his own accord, struck up many a ranting song, and, by his humour, made the laugh resound through the barn. So fond grew they of his song and his jokes, that they felt no inclination, for a time, to resume again the dance. They drank and laughed, and screamed at every new sally of his wit, and every humorous turn of his song; and no one knows how long this scene might have lasted--for the gaberlunzie seemed inexhaustible--when a sound of horses" feet at the door claimed the attention of the revellers, and some one cried out that a party of hors.e.m.e.n were come to demand the body of a thief, who had that day, at Dunse, stolen the silver mace of King James, and was suspected to be at this Maiden, under the a.s.sumed dress of a wandering piper.
"That is the man," cried a belted knight, as, having dismounted, he trod forward into the middle of the barn, and pointed to the happy gaberlunzie, who had that instant finished his song.
"Ye lee," answered the beggar, in an instant, as he stood up, surrounded by his friends.
"Ha, sirrah!" answered the stranger, "this boldness will avail thee nothing. I know thee; and these, thy new-made friends, will not save thee from the execution of our orders. There are witnesses against thee, who saw thee steal the silver mace. Forward, ye sooth-saying men!"
Two men entered, dressed nearly in the same style as the first, and bearing all the marks and insignia of the grade of Knights.
"Is not this the thief?" inquired the first.
"It is--we will swear to him. He s.n.a.t.c.hed the mace from the royal mace-bearer, in the streets of Dunse, and made off with it amidst the hue and cry of the populace, whose speed he outran as he would that of the greyhound."
"Guid faith," replied the guidman of Cairnkibbie, "if our friend ran as cleverly as he has danced this nicht, a" the greyhounds o" the Merse wadna hae catched him."
"Will ye gie me up to the beadles, freends," cried the beggar, "or will ye stand by him wha has sought yer protection, and partaken o" yer hospitality?"
"Gie ye up!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the spirited old farmer; "in faith, na. If King Jamie war the Cham o" Tartary, or had three kings" heads on his shouthers in place o" ane, we"ll defend ye while there"s a flail in the barn o" Cairnkibbie."
A shout of approbation followed the speech of the old farmer. The maidens, whose chins still smarted from the rub of his jolly beard, flew for flail, and rung, and "hissil ryss," and in an instant every willing hand held a weapon.
"We"ll defend him to the last drap o" oor bluid," cried Will Carr, as he manfully stood forward, and brandished a huge hazel rung.
"And, by my saul," cried the scaumer, Jock Hedderick; "if we fecht as he"ll fecht, whether for auld feid or new, noyt.i.t pows and broken banes will tell the fortune o" the nicht, lang before the play"s played."
"Ha, ha! guidmen, and true guidmen, and true!" cried the beggar, undaunted and laughing; "thank ye, my hinny, Lilly, for this green kevel! By the haly rude, come on now, ye silver-necklaced bull-dogs o"
royalty:--
"The beggar was o" manly mak, To meet him was nae mows, There darena ten come him to tak, Sae noyt will he their pows."
Ye should ken that sang, if ye hae lear aneugh in your steel-bound noddles. Come on, ye calroun caitiffs!"
"Search his wallet," cried the foremost of the strangers; and six or seven men rushed into the barn, and made direct for the window-sole pointed to by the chief; but Will Swan and Will Carr, with half a dozen more stout hensures, flew forward and antic.i.p.ated the searchers.
"Give me my meal-pocks," cried the gaberlunzie; and, having got hold of his wallet, he slung it over his shoulders, and, to the surprise of every one, took out the mace said to have been stolen, and, holding it in his left hand as a badge of his authority, continued, laughing like a cadger, to gibe the strangers--
"Beggars hae a king as weel as belted bannerets," he cried: "see ye my badge? Ken ye wha ye seek? Heard ye ne"er o" Wat Wilson the king o" the beggars, crowned on Hogmanay, on the Warlock"s Hill near Dunse, in presence o" a" the tribe o" kaukers and keelars, collected from Berwick to Lerwick. This is the beggar"s badge. Tak it if ye dare. By ae wag o"t, yer bairns will be kidnapped, your kye yeld, and your mithers"
banes stricken wi" the black sickness."
"Guidman of Cairnkibbie," said the foremost knight, "thou hast now evidence in that bold beggar"s own hand, that he hath stolen a part of the king"s regalia--an act of high treason, incurring death to him and all that give him shelter. Take the badge, examine it, and thou"lt find on it the royal arms. See to thy predicament. If I report a rescue, thou"rt ruined. James will punish thee as a resetter. These misguided men will fall in thy ruin, and sorely wilt thou repent having harboured and defended a thief and a vagabond. Wilt thou give him up, or must we take him at the expense of our blood and thine?"
"A" fair words," answered the guidman; "but this beggar is our guest. He says the badge is his ain, and truly I am bound to say that King Jamie himsel is nae mair like the king o" this auld land, than this jolly gaberlunzie is like the king o" his tribe. Every inch o"m"s a king. He sings like a king, dances like a king, drinks like a king, and kisses the la.s.ses like a king--and, king as he is, feth we"ll be his loyal subjects. What say ye, guid hearts?"
"The same, the same," cried many voices; and a brandishing of flails and kevels showed that they were determined to act up to their pledge of defending the jolly gaberlunzie to the end. Matters now a.s.sumed a serious aspect.
"Thy ruin be on thine own heads!" cried the chief of the strangers.
"Draw for the rights of King James, claim our prisoner, and take him through the blood of rebels who dispute the authority of their king!"
The men from without now began to rush into the barn with drawn swords; and seemed to expect that, when the steel was made apparent, no serious resistance would be offered. Their expectation, however, was vain; for the hinds did not seem to fear the naked swords, and several of them had already aimed blows at the heads of the enemy. The beggar was moving to the right and to the left with great rapidity; brandishing his huge kevel, and whispering something into the ears of his friends. The guidman was busy getting the women removed by a back door; and, in the midst of all the uproar, there seemed some scheme in operation on the part of the defenders, which would either co-operate with their warlike defence, or render the shedding of blood unnecessary. The a.s.sailants clearly did not wish to use the glittering thirsty blades; and continued to ward off the blows of the hinds, and to push them back, with a view to get hold of him who was the object of their search. He, in the meantime, was directing some secret operation with great adroitness and spirit. The confusion increased; the size of the barn, and the pressure of the a.s.sailants forward, apparently with a view to take away the power of the long sticks, prevented in a great measure the full play of the hinds" arms, and some of the king"s men were engaged in a powerful wrestle, with the intention of disarming the hinds, and thus achieving a victory without loss of blood; but their efforts in this respect would have been attended with small success, if the tactics of the beggar had been a deadly contest. The a.s.sailants still pushed on, and it seemed that their opponents were fast receding, while the clanging of sticks on the swords, and the hard breathing and cries of those engaged, seemed to indicate a severe and equally contested strife. The defendants were latterly pushed up to the very farthest end of the apartment, and it seemed apparent that, if they did not make a great effort to redeem their position, and acquire room for the circle of their staves, they must resign the contest. But an extraordinary evolution was now performed. The back door was opened; in an instant, every hind disappeared from the faces of their foes; the door was locked and bolted; and the king"s men turned to retrace their steps and seek the enemy outside. That turn exposed their position, and the trick of the gaberlunzie. The front door was also shut, locked, and riveted. On every side they were shut in, confined in a dark barn, and all means of escape entirely cut off. It was in vain that they roared through the key-holes of the doors. The gaberlunzie, who regulated all the motions of the successful party, responded to them in words of cutting irony, and even set agoing the swelling notes of his pipes, to celebrate his triumph by a poean in the form of a pibroch.
"Ye may tell yer king," he cried, loud enough for them to hear--"that is, when ye get out, if ye ever experience that blessed fortune--that he is not the only king in these realms. And surely Scotland is wide enough for twa. I hae my subjects, he has his; an" Wat Wilson"s no the potentate that wad ever interfere wi" Jamie Stuart, if Jamie Stuart will let alane Wat Wilson. If I happen to pa.s.s Dunse on the morn, I shanna fail to report favourably o" yer prowess; an", abune a", I shall tell him o" the condition o" his belted knichts--how
"There was not ane o" them that day Could do ane ither"s bidden, And there lie three and thretty knights Thrunland in ane midden."
Come now, my friends, we"ll adjourn the feast to the ha", an" let the knights tak their nicht"s rest in the barn, after a" the toil o" their desperate battle."
A loud shout responded to the spirited speech of the gaberlunzie; and the feelings of the kidnapped and discomfited men-at-arms, on hearing the triumph of the beggar, who had out-manoeuvred them, may be conceived, but could not well be expressed by an ordinary goose-quill.
The guidman of Cairnkibbie took as hearty a laugh as the rest, at the trick thus successfully played off upon the king"s men, and his laugh was nothing the less for the quant.i.ty of good ale he had drank before the fray began, and without which potation, perhaps, he would not have patronised an act which might bring him into trouble. There was one thing that, even through the fumes of the ale, struck him as very remarkable--the confined knights made scarcely any noise. There was no bl.u.s.tering or swearing of vengeance, nor threat of the king"s displeasure, nor endeavours to break the doors. They submitted to their durance like lambs in a sheepfold, and seemed to have lost their spirits as well as courage, when they found themselves completely within the power of their enemy. What could this mean? There was a mystery in it, which the farmer, who was an arch old fox, could not explain; and when he put a question to the gaberlunzie, the answer increased his difficulty, for the beggar laughed, and attributed the quietness and meekness of the foes to the terror of his prowess, and the awe which his name inspired throughout a great part of Scotland.
"This is the most extraordinary deevil," said the farmer to himself, "that it has been my fortune to meet. His dancing, roaring, rioting, drinking, piping, singing, joking, fechting, seem a" on a par; an" nane o" them are beat by his power o" winning the hearts o" young an" auld.
He has forced me to like him, will I or nill I; an" my dochter Lilly, an" my guidwife Jean, are nae less fond o" him than I am. Here, noo, is our Maiden broken up, my barn made a warhold, mysel a seneschal o" the king"s troops, my head in a loop, an" my fortunes hanging in the wind o"
the royal displeasure--a" brocht aboot by a wanderin beggar, wha forced himsel into oor happy meeting at the very point o" the bauldest tongue that ever hung in man"s head; an" yet sae supple that it has won the very hearts o" the men that strove to keep him oot, an" brocht me into the hardest sc.r.a.pe I ever was in my life."
Cogitating in this prudential way, the guidman was fast coming to the conclusion that he was in a position of great danger; and that it was necessary that he should take the proper steps for freeing himself from the consequences of his imprudence as soon as it was possible. He turned round to look for the gaberlunzie, that he might commune with him on the prudence of letting the king"s men free. The greater number of the men and women had gone into the house; and some of them stood at a distance, their forms revealed by a glimpse of the moon, which, freed from a cloud, began to illumine the holms of Cairnkibbie.
"Where is the beggar?" inquired the farmer at Will Carr.
"Where is the beggar?" cried Will Carr to his neighbour.
"Where is the gaberlunzie?" shouted several voices at once.
The gaberlunzie was gone. Steenie Thornton said he saw a person mount one of the troopers" horses that stood at the door of the barn, and, turning round the corner of the steading, gallop off at the top of his speed. He thought it was one of the hinds, who was trying the mettle of the king"s horses, and would return instantly, after he had indulged himself with a ride. Now it was apparent to all that it was the strange gaberlunzie himself. He had crowned all his extraordinary actions of the evening by stealing one of the horses of the king, or his knights, and, with meal-pocks, wallet, pipes, and stolen mace, was "owre the Borders and awa," and might never be seen or heard of again; while the farmer, who now saw the extent of his danger, must stand the brunt of the king"s vengeance, and be tried for forcing the king"s messengers in the execution of their duty, for shutting them up in his barn, and stealing (for he would be charged with it) one of the horses, the property of his sovereign. The whole company now a.s.sembled around the farmer, whose position was apparent to the bluntest hind that ever danced at a Maiden.
Some proposed to follow the beggar, and bring him back again; but he had already exhibited such a power of locomotive energy and daring spirit in the former adventures of the evening, that it seemed vain to attempt to overtake him with the quickest steed that was at their command. The difficulty was great, and, apparently, insuperable; and the whole scene enacted by the gaberlunzie appeared like a dream. The farmer swore against him mighty oaths, and directed against himself a part of the objurgatory declamation. But how was he to get out of the sc.r.a.pe? If the doors were opened, and the armed knights let loose, the whole company might be slaughtered, in the fury of the enraged men-at-arms, who would attribute to the farmer and his men their discomfiture, the loss of the thief, their confinement, and the loss of the horse. To keep them confined was, also a fearful resource; for they must be let out _some time_, and every minute of their confinement would add fuel to the flame of their resentment. Many opinions were given. Some were for getting a.s.sistance to enable them to stand on the defensive, against the expected attack, on the knights being let free. Some again were for striking a bargain "wi" the fou hand," as the saying goes, and letting the pursuers free, upon their word of a knight that they would not molest them. This latter plan seemed the best; and a good addendum was made by the greatest simpleton of the whole meeting--viz., that they should include in this act of amnesty the loss of the horse. The farmer proceeded to act upon this resolution.
"We are friendly inclined to ye," said he, in a tone of voice that might reach the prisoners. "Your enemy was that accursed gaberlunzie, wha maun be the very deevil himsel; for he it was wha blew us up against ye, and made us, a parcel o" quiet men, fecht against the servants o" our lawfu king. The cunning rogue"s awa, and left us to bear the dirdum o" his feint or folly; and, a" ungeared as we are for war, we wish, withoot either dewyss or devilry, to ken the condition upon which ye will get yer liberty."