Jane Seton; or, The King's Advocate: A Scottish Historical Romance
They saw no one: the place was desolate, and perfectly silent.
The moon, which had been partially obscured, shone forth for a
moment, and revealed a pool of blood on the dusty road which skirted
the base of the hill. Near it lay a lady's glove, and a man's bonnet
of coarse blue cloth, but no traces of a fray.
On the bonnet was a pewter badge.
"'Tis the cognisance of Redhall," said Roland, tossing the bonnet
away, and placing the glove in his belt.
After frequently hallooing, and searching long and fruitlessly, the
three friends again sought St. Ann's Yard, but not to finish the
remaining flasks; for Roland and Leslie had to prepare for their
march by daybreak on the morrow, and now the hour was late.
CHAPTER XVII.
A LORD ADVOCATE OF THE SIXTEENTH CENTURY.
"_Camilla_. Thou execrable man, beware!--
"_Cenci_. Of thee?
Nay this is idle:--We should know each other.
As to my character for what men call _crime_,
Seeing I please my senses as I list,
And vindicate that right with force of guile,
It is a public matter, and I care not
If I discuss it with you."--_The Cenci_.
The young earl and Lady Sybil were loth to part, for they had met but
recently; and after a long and painful separation--painful by its
danger and uncertainty--and full of themselves and their plans for
the future, the hours stole swiftly past them. Thus the earl delayed
so long in accompanying his impatient sister, that the dusk had
almost set in before they left the house, on their promised visit to
her friend at St. Katherine's, where Jane proposed remaining until
the noon of the next day.
The night was cloudy, and the streets were dark and misty, so that
two men, who emerged half tipsy from the _Cross and Gillstoup_,
following them softly and warily, and at the gate of Redhall's house
were joined by five others, were quite unobserved.
The earl was still disguised and liveried as Vipont's valet. He wore
a cuirass below his doublet, and carried the conspicuous long rapier
over his shoulder. Jane was muffled in a close hood, so as to be
completely unknown to the few persons who were abroad in the dusk;
and thus with security she accompanied him, and leant upon his arm.
Two servants of their own name, from the earl's barony in
Forfarshire, marched before them with lighted links. Both these men
were tall, athletic and well armed, with jacks and caps of iron,
swords, daggers and hacques, or small handguns, about three-quarters
of a yard long. In those dangerous times every trifling visit and
affair had quite the aspect of a conspiracy.
The brother and sister were chatting merrily, and each was speaking
of the person whose image and interest lay nearest their hearts: thus
Jane spoke of Roland, his courage and sincerity, his truth and hope;
and of King James's ingratitude in neglecting to reward his valour
and loyal service.
The earl spoke of his dark-eyed Sybil, and how he would one day place
his father's coronet on her brow; and would do so on the morrow, if
she would but fly with him to England, where they might wed without
that dispensation which was yet required in Catholic Scotland, as
they were both within the prohibited degrees--a dispensation which
the cardinal's hostility, he feared, would withhold for ever, for
Beaton was legate of Paul III., north of the English frontier.
Rendered wary by necessity, and from the nature of the times
instinctively cautious, the earl looked back more than once to
observe whether they were followed. The streets were almost
deserted, and echoed to no other footsteps than their own. They
descended the Canongate, which was then more open and less regular as
a street than now; and passing down a narrow loan between hedges,
having a barnyard on one side and a large "Berne-Kilne and Kobill"
(the appurtenances of an ancient distillery) on the other, they found
themselves on the solitary horseway which skirted the city on the
south, and led straight from the Cowgate Porte to the Palace and St.
Anne's Yard.
On one side the craigs heaved up their tremendous front; on the other
rose a lofty ridge, at the north end of which stood a chapel of St.
John, at the south end a chapel dedicated to St. Leonard, the Hermit
of Orleans, and midway between, the sharp ridgy roof of a large
convent--St. Mary's of Placentia--cut the sky. About its walls grew
a number of willows, planted by the fair recluses, in the spirit of
that beautiful old tradition which tells that our Saviour had been
scourged by willow rods, for which offence the trees had drooped or
wept in sorrow ever after. And there the migrating crossbills built
their nests--a bird, said by another old legend to have taken its
name from the circumstance of having striven with its little bill to
draw forth the nails from the feet and hands of the dead Christ.
A faint and pale light in the east brought the ridge and its triple
edifices forward in strong outline, and the gigantic willows were
seen waving their graceful branches mournfully in the rising wind.
The darkness of utter obscurity veiled the front of the craigs, and
the deep hollow at their base, then a rough and savage gorge, round
the edge of which lay the road the earl and his sister were to pursue.
A bell rang.
"Oh, Archibald, let us hasten," said Lady Jane; "the nuns are already
saying the compline at St. Mary's yonder; see how the chapel is
lighted up!"
"Faith! my good sister, I have dwelt so long under English Henry's
roof, that I have well-nigh forgotten these small items of our
ancient faith. I have seen church lands turned into fair lay
baronies, and more than one stately priory become an earl's fief, its
chapel a dining-hall, its cloisters a stableyard, its refectory a
dog's kennel. But omit not to ask the fair Josina* to say one prayer
for me, though I am such a reprobate pagan. By all the furies! it
seems very droll to think that my little friend Josina hath become a
prioress! I cannot realize it! She will have quite forgotten me."
* Josina Henrison was prioress of the Dominicans, at the Siennes,
near Edinburgh, in the time of James V.
"Do not think so, for she still uses the missal you gave her
before----"
"My kinswoman Sybil came home from the convent at Northberwick," said
the earl, quickly. "Poor Josina!--and I shall see her once more."
"To-morrow at noon, when you and Roland come for me--and yet perhaps
it were better not."
"Thou art right, sister of mine. Poor Josina!" and, with a sigh that
told its own little story, the earl paused.
"A religious life certainly never seemed to be her vocation; and yet
I pray God that she is happy. How now?" he added, on hearing his
followers wind up the wheels of their hacques by the spanners (as
they were named) which were attached to the locks by small chains;
"what dost thou hear, Gilzean?"
"Footsteps, my lord."
"The echoes of our own, perhaps; but where?"
"Behind; to be forewarned is to be forearmed."
Lady Jane clung to her brother's arm, and drew her hood closer over
her face. They were now in a most lonely part of the road. Above
them, about a hundred and fifty yards up the hill, towered the
convent of St. Mary, with its high black walls and waving willows;
below them, on the left, the lights of Holyrood were twinkling like
wildfire, in the hollow afar off, at the foot of the Craigs. The
clouds were flying in masses from west to east, and the tremulous
stars looked forth at intervals like red and fiery eyes.
"Turn, my lord!" cried Gilzean, "for armed men are close behind us."
"Armed?"
"Like oursels. 'Odslife! I heard the clink of iron-graith!"
"Let us halt, then. Look to your arms, and extinguish the links;
for, if friends, we may proceed together; if foes, we must drive them
back. But Jane, in God's name, girl, do not cling to me
thus--release my sword-arm;--tush, lassie, dost forget thou art half
Seton, half Douglas?"
Over his left shoulder the earl unsheathed the long weapon with which
Roland, partly in frolic, had accoutred him; his two followers wound
up their wheel-locks, stood by his side, and peered into the gloom
behind. They counted seven dark shadows approaching in the starlight.
"I see steel bonnets and Jedwood staves," said the earl.
"And I, drawn whingers and bent pistolettes. Their hints are alow,"
replied Gilzean, meaning that their matches were lighted. "Three to
seven!"
"Tush! Gilzean, my good man and true, what matters that? I will
spit the odd four, like so many mavises, on this long rapier."
"Stand and surrender, or you are three dead men!" cried one, through
the obscurity.
"Zounds!" said the earl, clenching his sword; "surely I know that
voice."
"And I, too," added Jane, trembling excessively.
"'Tis either the Laird of Redhall, or auld Hornie himsel'!" muttered
Gilzean Seton.
"We are right, then--I am discovered at last! and my lord advocate
comes like a common messenger, the vilest of villains, to arrest me."
"Do you yield, sirs?" asked the same person, who was now within ten
yards of them.
"Not to the assassins of Sir Thomas M'Clelland of Bombie!" replied
the earl, his heart animated by ferocious joy, while his sister's
whole form vibrated with terror. "Keep aside, close to the
fauld-dyke, my good sister, and leave us freely to deal with these
rascals; the first onset is everything!"
Ashkirk led his sister close to the turf wall of the field which
bordered the roadway, and cried to his followers--"Fire! and fire
low!"
Gilzean and his comrade levelled their hacques, the wheels revolved
like lightning, producing fire by the friction of the pyrites; the
combined report of these two handguns resounded at once, and one man
fell on the roadway with a wild cry that sank into a hollow groan.
The red flashes of three pistolettes replied; with a thousand
reverberations, their echoes died away among the cliffs, and the
bullets whistled harmlessly past the ears of the earl and his
vassals. With the _cri de guerre_ of his family,
"Ashkirk and SET ON,"
the gallant noble and his two devoted followers fell bravely on their
six adversaries, with whom a close and furious contest ensued.
The earl singled out the leader, and on engaging him, found that he
had three others to deal with at the same time, and was thus
compelled to act merely on the defensive, a perilous predicament with
so unwieldy a weapon. He swayed it with both hands, according to the
best rules then in use for handling those ponderous wall-swords, and
bent low his head (which was protected by a tempered cabosset of
proof), seeking to discover the faces of his adversaries, but all
seemed blackness. They were masked. Red sparks flew in showers from
their swords, and the sudden emission of more than one cry of pain
acquainted the earl that the few thrusts which he ventured to give
had proved successful.
"Lord earl, yield up your weapon!" cried the clear, full voice of
Redhall. Jane, as she cowered by the wall, recognized it, and
uttered a low cry of terror. "Yield!--yield!"
"To thee?" said Ashkirk, with a scornful laugh. "May eternal
execration lie upon me if I do!"
"Traitor, thou shalt rue this dearly!" replied the other, wrathfully;
"charge me your pistolettes again," he said to his followers, "and
make service surely!"
Ashkirk replied by a tremendous back-handed blow, that would
infallibly have cut the speaker in two; but he sprang back nimbly,
and, by the fury of his stroke, the earl overstruck himself so far,
that, before he could recover his guard, six vigorous hands were upon
him, as many weapons gleamed darkly at his throat, and then, for the
first time, he discovered that both his faithful followers were
slain. Rising to his full height, and towering above his capturers,