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I not well ?"

" Excellently," said Henry, longing the whole time to
knock his brother martialist down, but wisely taking a
more peaceful way to rid himself of the incumbrance of

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his presence—" Excellently well !— I may want thy help
too — for here are five or six of the Douglasses before as
—they will not fail to try to take the wench from a poor
burgher like myself, so I will be glad of the assistance of
a tearer such as thou art."

" I thank ye — ^I thank ye," answered the Bonnet-
maker ; " but were I not better run, and cause ring the
common bell, and get my great sword ?"

*^ Ay, ay-^run home as fast as you can, ttid say noth-
ing of what you have seen."

" Who, I ? — ^Nay, fear me not. Pah ! I scorn a talc-
bearer."

" Away with you, then ; — I hear the chish of armour.*'

This put life and metde into the heels of the Bonnet-
maker, who, turning his back on the supposed danger,
set off at a pace which the Smith never doubted would
speedily bring him to his own house.

" Here is another chattering jay to deal with," thought
the Smith ; " but I have a hank over him too. The min-
streb have a fabliau of a daw with borrowed feathers, —
why, this Oliver i^ the very bird, and, by St. Dunstan, if
he lets his chattering tongue run on at my expense, I will
so pluck him as never hawk plumed a partridge. And
this he knows."

As these reflections thronged on his mind, he had near-
ly reached the end of his journey } and, with the glee-
maiden still hanging on his cloak, exhausted, partly with
fear, partly with fatigue, he at length arrived at the mid-
dle of the Wynd, which was honoured with his own hab-
itation, and from which, in the uncertainty that then
attended the application of surnames, he derived one o
his own appellatives. Here, on ordinary days, his furnace
was seen to blaze, and four half-stripped knaves stunned
the neighbourhood with the clang of hammer and siithy.
But St. Valentine's holiday was an excuse for these me:i
of steel having shut the shop, and for the present bein^
absent on their own errands of devotion or pleasure.
The house which adjoined to the smithy called Henry its
owner ; and though it was small, and situated in a nar-

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TOW stf^t, yet, as a there was a large garden with fruit
trees behind it, it constituted upon the' whole a pleasant
dwelling. The Smith, instead of knocking or calling,
which would hare dra^n neighbours to doors and win-
dows, drew out a pass-key of his own fabrication, then a
great and envied curiosity, and opening the door of his
bouse, introduced his companion into his habitation.

The apartment which received Henry and the glee-
maiden was the kitchen, which served amongst those of
the Sinitli*8 station for the family sitting-room, although
one or two individuals, like Simon Gbver, had ah eating-
room apart from that in which their victuals were pre-
pared. In the comer of this apartment, which was ar-
ranged with an unusual attention to cleanliness, sat an old
woman, whose neatness of attire, and the precision with
which her scarlet plaid was drawn over her head, so as
to descend to her shoulders on each side, might have
indicated a higher rank than that of Luckie Shoolbred,
the Smith's housekeeper. Yet such and no other was her
designation ; and not having attended mass in the morn-
ing, she was quietly reposing herself by the side of the
fire^ her beads, half told, hanging over her left arm ; her
prayers, half said, loitering upon her tongue ; her eyes,
half closed, resigning themselves to slumber, while she
expected the return of her foster-son, without being able
to guess at what hour it was likely to happen. She start-
ed up at the sound of his entrance, and bent her eye upon
his companion, at Jrst with a look of the utmost surprise,
which gradually was exchanged for one expressive ot
great displeasm'e,

" Now the Saints bless mine eye-sight,Henry Smith ! — "
she exclaimed, very devoutly. \

" Amen, with all my heart. Get some food ready
presently, good nurse, for I fear me this traveller hath
..dined but lightly."

" And again I pray that Our Lady would preserve my
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" So be it^ I tell you, good woman. But what is the
use of all this pattering and prayering ? Do you not hawc
me ? or will you not do as I bid you ?"

" It must be himself, tlien, whatever is of it ! But on I
it is more like tlie foul Fiend in his likefness, to have such
a baggage hanging upon his cloak.~0 Harry Smith, men
called you a wild lad for less things ! But who would
ever have thought that Harry would have brought a light
leman under tfie roof that sheltered his worthy mother,
and where his own nurse has dwelt for thirty years 1"

" Hold your peace, old woman, and be reasonable,"
said the Smith. " This glee-woman is no leman of mine,
nor of any other person that I know of ; but she is going
off for Dundee to-morrow by the boats, and we must give
her quarters till then."

" Quarters !" said the old woman. " You may give
quarters to such cattle if you like it yourself, Harry
Wynd ; but the same house shall not quarter that trum-
pery quean and me, and of that you may assure yourself."

" Your mother is angry with me," said Louise, mis-
construing the connexion of the parties. " I will not
remain to give her any offence. If there is a stably or a
cowhouse, an empty stall will be bed enough for Chariot
and me."

" Ay, ay ; I am thinking it is the quarters you are best
used to," said Dame Shoolbred.

« Hark ye, Narse Shoolbred," said the Smith. " You
know I love you for your own sake, |ind for my mother's ;
but Sy St. Dunstan, who was a saiiit of my own craft, I
will have the command of my own house ; and if you
leave me without any better reason but your own nonsen-
sical suspicions, you must think how you will have the
door open to you when you return ; for you shall have
no help of mine, I promise you."

" Aweel, my bairn, and that will never make me risk
the honest name I have kept for sixty years. It was never
your mother's custom, and it shall never be mine, to take
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I am ]K>t 9o far to seek for a dwelling) &at the same rooi
sIUHild c(^er me and a tratnping princess like that."

Widi this the refractory gouvemante began in great
hurry to adjust her tartan mantle for going abroad, by
pulling it so far forward as to conceal the white linen
cap, ti^ edges of which bordered her shrivelled but stilt
&ei^ and healthful countenance. This done, she seized
upon a staff, the ttus^ companion ci her journeys, and
was fairly trudging towards the door, when the Smith
stepped between her and the passage.

^ Wait at least, old woman, tiU we have cleared scores.
I owe you for fee and bountith."

'^ An' that's e'en a dream of your owm fool's head.
What fee or bountith am I to take from the son of your
mother, that fed, clad, and bidded me as if I had been a
sister ?"

^* And wdl you repay it, nurse, leaving her only child
at his utmost need."

This seemed to strike the obstinate old woman with
compuncticui. She stopped and locdced at her master and
the minstrel alternately ; then^hook her head, and seem-
ed about to resume her motion towards the door.

" I oriy receive this poor wanderer under my roof,"
urged the Smith, ^< to save her from the prison and the
scourge."

" And why should you save her ?" said the inexorable
Dame Sboolbted. << I dare say Ae has deserved them
both as well as ever thief deserved a hempen collar."
. *^ For au^t I know she may, or she may not. But
she cannot deserve to be scourged to death, or imprison-
ed till she is starved to death ; and that is the lot of them
that the Black Douglas bears makalent against."

" And you are going to thraw the Black Douglas, for
the sake of a glee-woman ? This will be the worst of
your feuds ye?t.— Oh, Henry Gow, diere is as much iron
in your head as in your anvU !"

" 1 have sometimes thought this myself, Mistress Shool-
hred ; bpt if I do get a cut or two on thb new argument,

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I wonder who is to cure them, if you run away Irom me
like a scared wild-goose ? Ay, and moreover, who is to
receive my bonny bride, that I hope to bring up the Wynd
one of these days ?"

" Ah, Harry, Harry," said the old woman, shakiog
her head, "this is not the way to prepare an honest
man's house for a young bride — you should be guided by
modesty and discretion, and not by chambering and wan-
tonness.",

" I tell you again, tins poor creature is nothing to me.
I wish her only to be safely taken care of ; and 1 think
the boldest Borderman in Perth will respect the bar of
my door as much as the gate of Carlisle Castle. — I am
going down to Sim Glover's — I may stay there aU night,
for the Highland cub is run back to the hills, like a wolf-
whelp as he is, and so there is a bed to spare, and father
Simon will make me welcome to the use of it. Yon will
remain with this poor creature, feed her, and protect her
during the night, and I will call on her before day ; and
thou may'st go with her to the boat thyself and thou wilt,
and so thou wilt set the last eyes on her at the same time
1 shall."

'^ There is some reason in that, said Dame Shoolbred ;
" though why you should put your reputation in risk for
a creature that would find a lodging for a silver twopence
and less matter, is a mystery to me."

" Trust me with that, old woman, and be kmd to the
girl."

" Kinder than she deserves, I warrant you ; and truly,
though I little like the company of such cattle, yet I think
[ am less like to take harm from her than you — unless
she be a witch, indeed, which may well come to be thft
case, as the devil is very powerful with all this wayfanng
clanjamfray."

" No more a witch than I am a warlock," said the
honest Smith ; " a poor broken-hearted thing, that, if she
hath done evil, has dreed a sore weird for it. Be kind to
her — And you, my musical damsel — I will call on you
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This old woman will treat you kindly, if you say notliing
to her but what becomes honest ears."

The poor minstrel had listened to this dialogue, with-
out understanding more than its general tendency ; for,
tliough she spoke English well, she had acquired the lan-
guage in England itseli, and the northern dialect was then,
as now, of a broader and harsher character. She saw,
however, that she was to remain with the old lady, and
meekly folding her arms on her bosom, bent her head with
humility. She next looked towards the Smith with a
strong expression of thankfulness, then raising her ey^s
to heaven, took his passive hand, and seemed about to
kiss the sinewy fingers, in tokeh of deep and afiectiohate
gratitude. But Dame Shoolbred did not give license to
the stranger's mode of expressing her feelings. She
thrust in between them, and pushing poor Louise aside,
said, " No, no, I'll have none of that work. Go into the
(fliiraney-nook, mistress, and when Harry Smith's gone,
if you mnst have hands to kiss, you shall kiss mine as
long as you like. — ^And you, Harryy-away down to Sim
Glover's, for if pretty Mistress Catharine hears of the
company you have brought home, she may chance to like
them as little as I do. — What's the matter now ? — -is the
man demented ? — are you going out without your buckler,
and the whole town in misrule ?"

" You are right, dame," said the armourer j and
throwing the buckler over his broad shoulders, he depart-
ed from his house without abiding farther question.



CHAPTER XIII.

How in the noon of nig'ht that pibroch thriUs,
Savag^e and shrill ! But with the breath which fills
Their mountain pipe, so fill the mountaineers
With the fierce native daring which instils
The stirring memory of a thousand years.>— Btrok.

We must now leave the lower parties in our historical
drama, to attend to the incidents which took place among
those of a higher rank and greater importance.

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We pass from the hut of an armourer, to the co«ncil-
room of a monarch ; and resume our story just when, the
tumuh beneath being settled, the angry chieftabs were
summoned to the royal presence. They entered, dis-
pleased With and lowering upon each other, each so ex-
clusively filled with his own fancied injuries, as to be
equally unwilling and unjable to attend to reason or ar-
gument. Albany alcme, calm and crafty, seemed pre-
pared to u^ their dissatisfacticm fcnr his own purposes,
and tinm each incident as it qbotild occur to the further-
ance of his own indirect ends.

The King's irresolution, although it amounted eren to
timidity, did not prevent his assuming the exterior bear-
ing becoming his situation. It was only when hard
pressed, as in the preceding scene, that he lost his
apparent composure. In general, he might be driven
from his purpose, but seldom from his dignity of man-
ner. He received Albany, Douglas, March, and the
Prior, (those ill-assorted members of his motley council,)
with a mixture of courtesy and loftiness, which reminded
each haughty peer that he stood in the presence of his
Sovereign, and compelled him to do the beseeming rev-
erence.

Having received their salutations, the King motioned
them to be seated ; and they were obeying his commands
when Rothsay entered. He walked gracefully up to his
father, and, kneeling at his footstool, requested his bless-
ing. Robert, with an aspect in which fopdness and sorrow
were ill disguised, made an attempt to assume a look of
reproof, as he laid his hand on the youth's head, and said,
with a sigh, ^^ God bless thee, my thoughtless boy, and
make thee a wiser man in thy future years !"

" Amen, my dearest father !" said Rothsay, in a tone
of feeling such as his happier moments often evinced.
He then kissed the royal hand, with the reverence of a
son and a subject ; and instead of taking a place at the
council boafd, remqfoed sftanding behind the King's chair,
in ?ucb a positbn ithat be r^igbx, when hf .chc^e, whisper
iiito his father's e^i\

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The King next made a sign to the Prior of St. Domi-
nic to take his place at the table, on which there were
writing materials, which, of all the subjects present, Al-
bany excepted, the churchman was alone abletouse.^
The King then opened the purpose of their meeting, by
saying, with much dignity,

** Our business, my lords, respected these unhappy
dissensions, in the Highlands, which, we learn by our latest
1 messengers, are about to occasion the waste and destruc-
tion of the country, even withb a few miles of thl^ our
own court. But near as this trouble is, our ill fate, and
ilie instigadons of wicked men, have raised up one yet
nearer, by throwing strife and contention among the citi-
zens of Perth and those attendants who follow your loid-
ships, and others our knights and nobles. I must first,
therefore, apply to yourselves, my lords, to know why our
court is disturbed by such unseemly contendings, and by
what means they ought to be repressed ? — Brother of
Albany, do you tell us first your sentiments on this matter."

" Sir, our royal Sovereign and brother," said the
Duke, " being in attendance on your Grace's person when
the fray began, I am not acquainted with its origin."

" And for me," said the Prince, " I heard no worse
•war-cry than a minstrel wench's ballad, and saw no more
dangerous bolts flying than hazel nuts.''

" And I," said the Earl of March, " could only per-
ceive that the stout citizens of Perth had in chase some
knaves who had assumed the Bloody Heart on their
shoulders. They ran too fast to be actually the men of
the Earl of Douglas."

Douglas understood the sneer, but only replied to it by
one of those withering looks with which he was accus-
tomed to intimate his mortal resentment. He sjoke,
however, with haughty composure.

" My liege," he said, " must of course know it is
Douglas who must answer to this heavy charge ; for when
was there strife or bloodshed in Scotland, but there were
foul tongues to asperse a Douglas or a Douglas's man, as
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nesses, I speak not of my Lord of Albany, who has
only said that he was, as well becomes him, by your
Grace's side. And I say nothing of my Lord of Roth-
say, who, as befits his rank, years, and understanding,
was cracking nuts with a strolling musician. — He smiles
— Here he may say his plea'sure — 1 shall not forget a tie
which he seems to have forgotten. But here is my Lord
of March, who saw my followers flying before the clowns
of Perth ! I can tell that Earl, that the followers of tlie
Bloody Heart advance or retreat, when their chieftain
commands, and the good of Scotland requires."

" And I can answer — " exclaimed the equally proua
Earl of March, his blood rushing into his face, when the
King interrupted him

" Peace ! angry lords," said the King, " and remem-
ber in whose presence you stand ! — And you, my Lord
of Douglas, tell us, if you can, the cause of thb mutiny .
and why your followers, whose general good services we
are most willing to acknowledge, were thus active in
private brawl ?"

" I obey, my lord," said Douglas, slightly stooping i.
head that seldom bent. " I was passing from my lodg-
ings in the Carthusian Convent, through the High Suaei
of Perth, with a few of my ordinary retinue, when I be-
held some of tlie baser sort of citizens crowding around
the Cross, against which there was nailed this placard,
and that which accompanies it."

He took from a pocket in the bosom of his buff-coat>
a human hand and a piece of parchment. Tiie King was
shocked and agitated.

" Read," he said, *^ good Father Prior, and lei that
ghastly spectacle be removed."

The Prior read a placard to the following purpose : —

" Inasmuch as the house of a citizen of Pertli was as -
saulted last night, being St. Valentine's Eve, by a sort oi
disorderly night-walkers, belonging to some company of
the strangers now resident in the Fair City : And where-
as, this hand was struck from one of the lawless limmers
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directed that it ^uld be naOed to the Cross^ in scorn
and contempt of those by whom such bra\i4 was occa*
sioned. And if any one of knightly degree shall say
that this our act is wrongfully done, I, Patrick Charteris of
Kinfauns, knight, wiU justify this cartel in knightly wea-
pons, within the barrace ; or, if any one of meaner birth
shall deny what is here said, he sh&U be met with by a
citizen of the Fair City of Perth, according to his de-
gree. And so God and St. John protect the Fiedr City !'*

** You will not wonder, my lord," resumed Douglas,
*^ that when my aloKHier had read to me the contents of
so insolent a scroll, I caused one of my squires to pluclc
down a trophy so disgraceful to the chivalry and nobility
of Scotland. Whereupon, it seems some of these saucy
burghers took license to hck>t «nd ini^lt the hindmost of
my train, who wheeled their horses on them, and would
soon hare settled the feud, but for my positive command
that they should follow me in as much peace as the ras-
cally vulgar would permit. And thus they arrived here
in the gui^e of flying men, when, with my command to
repel force by force, they might have set fire to the four
comers of this wretched borough, and stifled. the insolent
churls, like malicious fox-cubs in a burning br^fc^ of furze."

There was a sil^ice when Douglas had d6ne speaking,
until the Duke of Rothsay answered, addressing bis
father —

^^ Since the Earl of Douglas possesses the power of
burning the town wh«re your Grace holds your court, so
soon as the Provost and he difier about a night riot, or
the terms of a cartel, I am sure we ought all to be thank-'
ful that he has not the will to do so."

" The Duke of RtHhsay,** said Douglas, who seemed
resolved to maintain command of his temper, " may have
reason to thank Heaven in a more serious tone than he
now uses, that the Douglas is as true as he is powerful.
This is a time when the subjects in all countries rise
against the law ; we have heard of the insurgents of the
Jacquerie in France ; and of Jack Straw, and Hob Mil-
ler, and Parson Ball, among the.Soutbron, and we may

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be sure there is fud endugh to catch aMcb a.flajuey wen?
it spreading to our frontiers. When I see peasants chal-
lenging noblemen^ and nailing the hands of the gentry to
their city Cross, I. will not say Iftar mntmy— -kxr that
would be false— but 1 foresee, and wiB standi well pre-
pared for it."

^' And why does my L#ord Douglas say," answered the
Earl of March) ^^ diat this cartel has been doae by
churk i I see Sir Patrick Charteris's name there,, and
he, I ween, is of no churl'a bloods The Douglas liim-
self, since he takes the matter so warmly, migi)t lift Sir
Patrick's gauntlet without soiling of his honour,"

" My Lord of March," replied Douglas, '* slK>«Id
speak but of what he understands* I do no injustice to
the descendant of the Red Rover, when I say be is too
slight to be weighed with thie Douglas. The heir of
Thomas Randolph might have a better claim to his an-
swer."

^' And, by my honour, it shall not miss for want of my
asking the grace," said the Earl of March, pulling bis
glove off.

" Stay, my ford," said the King. " Do^ us not so
gross an injury bs to bring yoUr feud to mortal defiance
here ; but rather ofier yoinr ungloved hand in kindness to
the noble Earl, and embrace, in token of your mutual
fealty to the crown of Scotland."

" Not so, my liege," answered March, " your Majesty
may command nie \Jb return my gauntlet, for that and all
the armour it belongs to are at your command, while I
continue to hold my Earldom of the crown of Scotland
-—but when I clasp Douglas, it must be with a mailed
hand. Farewell, my Mege. My counsels here avail not,
nay, are so unfavourably received, that perhaps farther
stay were unwholesome for my safety. May God keep
your Highness from open enemies and treacherous
friends ! — 1 am for my Casde of Dunbar, from whence
t think you will soon hear news. Farewell to you,
ray Lords of Albany and Douglas ; you are playing a
high game, look you play it fairly — Farewell, poor

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thoughtless Prince, who art sporting like a fawn within
spring of a tiger !— Farewell all— George of Dunbar sees
the evil he cannot remedy. — Adieu, all."

The King would have spoken, but tlie accents died on
his tongue, as he received from Albany a look cautioning
him to forbear. The Earl of March left the apartment,
receiving the mute salutations of the members of the
council whom he had severally addressed, excepting from
Douglas alone, who returned to his farewell speech a
glance of contemptuous defiance.

" The recreant goes to betray us to the Southron," he
said ; " his pride rests on his possessing that sea-worn
tlold which can admit the English into Lothian. — Nay,
look not alarmed, my liege, I will hold good what I say
— ^nevertheless, it is yet time. Speak but the word, my
liege — ^say but, ' Arrest him,' and March shall not yet
cross the Earn on his traitorous journey."

" Nay, gallant Earl," said Albany, who wished rather
tfi^t the two powerful lords should counterbalance each
other, than that one should obtain a decisive superiority,
" that were too hasty counsel. The Earl of March came
hither on the King's warrant of safe-conduct, and it may
not consist with my royal brother's honour to break it.
Yet, if your lordsliip can bring any detailed proof "

Here they were interrupted by a flourish of trumpets.

*' His Grace of Albany is unwontedly scrupulous to-
day," said Douglas ; " but it skills not wasting words —
the time is past — these are March's trumpets, and I war-
rant me he rides at flight-speed so soon as he passes the
South Port. We shall hear of him in time ; and if it be
as I have conjectured, he shall be met with though all
England backed his treachery."

"Nay, let, us hope better of the noble Earl," said



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