Jane Seton; or, The King's Advocate: A Scottish Historical Romance
far to the south and eastward. Haggard in aspect, wearied with
weeping, and though the month was June, benumbed and cold by want of
rest, Jane, who for these fourteen days and nights had never dared to
undress, or to avail herself of the luxurious couch provided for her,
and who had never dared to sleep, save by snatches in an arm-chair,
now turned with a wild, startled, and almost fierce expression of
inquiry to Sir Adam Otterburn, as he entered; for never was there a
face more admirably calculated to express the two very opposite
aspects of mildness and disdain than hers.
"Proud, relentless, and pitiless woman!" thought this bold abductor,
as he approached, "at last I have thee completely in my power--at my
mercy, utterly!"
Lady Jane had risen full of anger and defiance, but there was an
expression in the eyes of her admirer that terrified her; and feeling
completely (as he had thought) at his mercy, she could only cling to
her chair, and falter out--
"Oh, my God! Sir Adam Otterburn, what is the meaning of all
this?--why am I imprisoned here?--and what seek you from me?"
"Pardon," said he, in his gentlest voice, and with clasped hand,
bending his eyes on the ground--"pardon for this wrong, which the
excess of love alone has committed."
"And why hast thou dared to do me this wrong?"
"I dare do anything, fair Jane, but excite your displeasure. For
heaven's sake be composed. Oh, spare me your hatred, and look not so
wildly. Think of the depth and of the ardour of my sentiments--the
sincerity of my intentions towards you. Long, long have I borne this
fatal love in my heart, as a secret--a secret to brood over, since
those days when you so thoughtlessly permitted me to nourish it."
Jane would have spoken, but he continued, sadly and energetically:
"Amid the splendid pageants, the costly banquets, the stately
mummeries of a court, and the dull tedium of public business, it has
ever been in my heart, in my soul, and on my lips--this secret, which
I would have given the world to muse over in some noiseless solitude,
where nothing would dispel the bright illusions love raised within
me. Ever among the crowds of the city, and the debates of the
parliament, it came to me--a soft, low whisper of your name. I heard
it only; and the voices of those around me became as a drowsy hum,
and sounded as if afar off, for my whole soul was with thee. Oh,
Lady Jane, this secret has been a part of my very being. Night after
night I have prayed for you, and have laid my head on its pillow
without consolation; day after day I have blessed you, on awaking to
a world that was without hope for me, and yet I have lived, and
loved, and lingered on. But pardon me--I am grieving you."
He paused on seeing that Jane, overcome either by her feelings or by
exhaustion, had again punk into a chair. Her alarm subsided at the
sound of his sad, solemn, and harmonious voice; and something of pity
rose in her bosom, for she saw that he was indeed frightfully pale
and careworn.
"My brother," said she; "and what hast thou dared to do with him?"
"Nothing, dear madam: he is safe."
"But where?"
"Below us."
"Below? Gracious me!" said Jane, breathlessly, as her horror and
hatred revived; for she saw the cruel game about to be played by
Redhall. "Wretch! and to coerce the miserable sister, thou holdest
in thy guilty hands the life and death of the brother!"
"Nay, do not think me so base; warrants are out for the apprehension
of the earl as a traitor, and nowhere is he safe save in the secresy
of this abode, which, however, both you and he will soon change for
the sunnier atmosphere of my country tower at Redhall."
Lady Jane's anger at the coolness with which this was intimated,
prevented her making an immediate reply; but she looked all she felt,
yet only for a time; there was again in the black eyes of Sir Adam
that magnetic--that almost superhuman glance, which terrified her.
She thought of her mother's legends of the "Evil Eye;" and unable to
sustain the powerful gaze of this remarkable man, she paused, and her
eyelids drooped, to be raised again with hesitation; for the basilisk
expression of his eyes was no less singular than the melodious tone
of his soft and modulated voice was pleasing and subduing.
"Lady Jane Seton, you cannot have forgotten our last meeting, and the
interview to which I referred at Holyrood; that interview which
occurred now nearly a long year ago, in the garden of the abbot. Do
you still remember that soft moonlight night, and the tenor of our
conversation--a conversation, to me, so full of hope, of joy, of
tumult, and of giddy expectation. Ah, you did not then repel me with
eyes of proud disdain, or words of studied scorn. That night,
whenever I spoke, you were all earnestness, all smiles, and all
attention."
"Because, Sir Adam--and I call Heaven to be my witness,--I knew not
that your words meant more than the mere gallantry of a well-bred man
when conversing with a pretty woman."
"This is mere coquetry," said he, emphatically; "but since that night
I have been a dotard--a fool--the moon-gazing slave of an illusion.
My God! on that night I could not believe in the excess of my joy,
when I thought you were permitting me to love you: nor have I since
been able to realize the full extent of my misery and suspense. Oh,
I have been as one in a dream--a long and fearful dream; for in a
dream we feel so much more acutely than when awake!" He paused; and,
clasping his hands, continued again:
"Listen! I have a high office in the kingdom; my power is nearly
equal to that of his eminense the cardinal. I am the grand
inquisitor of the state, and the interrogator, the questioner, the
torturer of all alleged criminals. I may throw the highest in the
land into a dungeon, with or without a charge, if it suits my purpose
or my fancy so to do; and I have at all times the ear of the king and
his chancellor. Ponder over this, dear lady, for thou art the
daughter of a fallen race. I have a noble estate, which ere long
will be erected into an earldom----"
"On the ruin of my gallant brother's--hah!"
"On the ruin of none: but won honourably."
"I despise all earldoms that are not won as my forefathers' were, by
the sword."
"There spoke thy mother's haughty spirit, lady, and I love it well;
but if thou didst know, fully and sorrowfully as I do, the
irreparable destruction which hovers over thee and thine--a
destruction which I alone can avert--thou wouldst listen to my sad,
my earnest, my honourable proposal, with more of patience, and less,
perhaps, of petulance and pride."
"And I say unto thee, Adam Otterburn of Redhall, that if thou knewest
the horror and repugnance with which a virtuous woman--one whose
heart, in all its first freshness and the first flush of its feeling,
is wholly with another--listens to the accents of love from any but
the chosen of that heart, thou wouldst know what I endure in hearing
these laboured addresses of thine."
Stung to the very soul by this studied reply, which was alike
calculated to kindle his jealousy and extinguish his hopes, the face
of that dark and stern man assumed a white and ghastly expression;
his basilisk eye again terrified her, and she shrunk within herself.
"Impossible!" said he, as he grasped her arm, and a deadly smile
curled his thin but finely-formed lips; "it is impossible that you,
so pure in mind, so high in spirit, so accomplished and refined, can
love this fop, this fool--this mere soldier, of whom you know so
little. Your love for him is a mere childish fantasy, of which you
are the victim. Ever brawling and fighting, this hair-brained
cut-throat will probably never return from Douglasdale, whither he
has marched on the king's service; but doubtless you think that this
gay cavalier, this Vipont, with his tall plume and gilt armour, would
make a much more romantic spouse than your most humble and more
matter-of-fact serviteur."
Jane heard only one part of this rude sneer--that which informed her
Roland was gone to Douglasdale. She felt consoled; his absence was
thus accounted for.
"Ah, my gallant Vipont!" said she, unable to resist the ardour his
name kindled within her, and the temptation to sting his enemy;
"hadst thou been in Edinburgh, I had long since been free, avenged,
and at my mother's side."
"'Tis time to put an end to this folly," said Redhall, gnashing his
teeth. "Listen! Thy mother's side? Thy mother is a prisoner in the
castle of Inchkeith; there in ward, under Hamilton of Barncleugh,
charged with treason, and resetting the traitor her son."
"My mother! oh, my poor mother!" faltered Jane, clasping her hands.
"The same warrant included the arrest of you, lady, and of the
unfortunate earl, your brother; but the people deem that thou and he
are fled. But better were thou and he in the grave, than living to
encounter all that fate has in store for you on falling into the
hands of that government to which I can surrender you both in an
hour!"
"My brother--who will dare to touch my brave brother?"
"Who?" replied Redhall, with one of those cutting smiles which
sometimes exasperated even his best friends; "the worthy gentlemen
who handled him so roughly a few nights ago."
"And what awaits him?"
"Can you ask me? The dungeon of the castle--the high court of
parliament--the solemn sentence--the ignominious scaffold--the spiked
head--the blighted name, and the torn banner; yet each and all of
these I can avert, if--if----"
"What?"
"Thou wilt only try to love me!"
"Horrible! love thee? Oh, this is mere insanity!"
"I, who have done, can undo. I will restore him to his power at
court, his coronet, his castles, and his baronies, to his seat in
parliament, his offices of great cupbearer to the king and governor
of Blackness; I will restore him to the world, to rank, to honour,
yea, to life itself, I may say, for it is doubly forfeited, if thou
wilt but love me. Thy mother, old, infirm, and broken in spirit by
grief, by shame, and wounded pride, I will take from that lonely
island prison, where she is exposed to so many severe degradations
and privations, from the damp mists of the German Sea, and many other
miseries that old age cannot long endure, and will restore her to her
wonted place, as mistress of the household and first lady of the
court, if thou wilt but love me. A hundred gallant knights of her
father's house, with the great Angus himself, shall be restored to
place, to power, to home, to happiness, and to honour, and the
Hamiltons of Arran shall be subverted and exiled to Cadyow and
Kinniel, even though I should unroll my own banner against them, if
thou wilt only permit me to love thee in return. Still no reply!
Think, lady, think of all I say, for these things are well worth
pondering over. All these may be done by a word, but withhold that
word, and they shall remain undone. Dost thou hear me, lady?"
"Yes; I have heard that thou who hast _done_ can _undo_!"
"And thine answer?"
"_Is_--that I despise and abhor thee, from whom my kinsmen of Seton
and Douglas have endured so much;" and she turned haughtily away.
"Be it so," said he, calmly but sternly. "Then, let banishment and
proscription, the headsman's axe and the doomster's hand, hang over
the lords and barons, the knights and adherents of Ashkirk and of
Angus; let infamy and vengeance, destruction and death, dog them
close, since thou hast abandoned them--thou who by a word could have
saved them all. They are each but as puppets in my hands--puppets
whose destiny I may lengthen or shorten as I choose, for the strings
of their fate are in my power, and I will be merciless to them, as
thou, Jane Seton, hast been this day to me!"