第40章 A LEGEND OF MONTROSE.(33)

And the maiden said,"Give me comfort,Lady,I am an orphan child."And the Lady replied,"How can I give that which I have not?I am the widow of a slain lord,--the mother of a perished child.When I fled in my fear from the vengeance of my husband's foes,our bark was overwhelmed in the tide,and my infant perished.This was on St.Bridget's morn,near the strong Lyns of Campsie.May ill luck light upon the day."And the maiden answered,"It was on St.Bridget's morn,and twelve harvests before this time,that the fishermen of Campsie drew in their nets neither grilse nor salmon,but an infant half dead,who hath since lived in misery,and must die,unless she is now aided."

And the Lady answered,"Blessed be Saint Bridget and her morn,for these are the dark eyes and the falcon look of my slain lord;

and thine shall be the inheritance of his widow."And she called for her waiting attendants,and she bade them clothe that maiden in silk,and in samite;and the pearls which they wove among her black tresses,were whiter than the frozen hail-drops.

While the song proceeded,Lord Menteith observed,with some surprise,that it appeared to produce a much deeper effect upon the mind of Sir Duncan Campbell,than he could possibly have anticipated from his age and character.He well knew that the Highlanders of that period possessed a much greater sensibility both for tale and song than was found among their Lowland neighbours;but even this,he thought,hardly accounted for the embarrassment with which the old man withdrew his eyes from the songstress,as if unwilling to suffer them to rest on an object so interesting.Still less was it to be expected,that features which expressed pride,stern common sense,and the austere habit of authority,should have been so much agitated by so trivial a circumstance.As the Chief's brow became clouded,he drooped his large shaggy grey eyebrows until they almost concealed his eyes,on the lids of which something like a tear might be seen to glisten.He remained silent and fixed in the same posture for a minute or two,after the last note had ceased to vibrate.He then raised his head,and having looked at Annot Lyle,as if purposing to speak to her,he as suddenly changed that purpose,and was about to address Allan,when the door opened,and the Lord of the Castle made his appearance.

CHAPTER X.

Dark on their journey lour'd the gloomy day,Wild were the hills,and doubtful grew the way;

More dark,more gloomy,and more doubtful,show'd The mansion,which received them from the road.

THE TRAVELLERS,A ROMANCE.

Angus M'Aulay was charged with a message which he seemed to find some difficulty in communicating;for it was not till after he had framed his speech several different ways,and blundered them all,that he succeeded in letting Sir Duncan Campbell know,that the cavalier who was to accompany him was waiting in readiness,and that all was prepared for his return to Inverary.Sir Duncan Campbell rose up very indignantly;the affront which this message implied immediately driving out of his recollection the sensibility which had been awakened by the music.

"I little expected this,"he said,looking indignantly at Angus M'Aulay."I little thought that there was a Chief in the West Highlands,who,at the pleasure of a Saxon,would have bid the Knight of Ardenvohr leave his castle,when the sun was declining from the meridian,and ere the second cup had been filled.But farewell,sir,the food of a churl does not satisfy the appetite;

when I next revisit Darnlinvarach,it shall be with a naked sword in one hand,and a firebrand in the other."

"And if you so come,"said Angus,"I pledge myself to meet you fairly,though you brought five hundred Campbells at your back,and to afford you and them such entertainment,that you shall not again complain of the hospitality of Darnlinvarach."

"Threatened men,"said Sir Duncan,"live long.Your turn for gasconading,Laird of M'Aulay,is too well known,that men of honour should regard your vaunts.To you,my lord,and to Allan,who have supplied the place of my churlish host,I leave my thanks.--And to you,pretty mistress,"he said,addressing Annot Lyle,"this little token,for having opened a fountain which hath been dry for many a year."So saying,he left the apartment,and commanded his attendants to be summoned.Angus M'Aulay,equally embarrassed and incensed at the charge of inhospitality,which was the greatest possible affront to a Highlander,did not follow Sir Duncan to the court-yard,where,mounting his palfrey,which was in readiness,followed by six mounted attendants,and accompanied by the noble Captain Dalgetty,who had also awaited him,holding Gustavus ready for action,though he did not draw his girths and mount till Sir Duncan appeared,the whole cavalcade left the castle.

The journey was long and toilsome,but without any of the extreme privations which the Laird of M'Aulay had prophesied.In truth,Sir Duncan was very cautious to avoid those nearer and more secret paths,by means of which the county of Argyle was accessible from the eastward;for his relation and chief,the Marquis,was used to boast,that he would not for a hundred thousand crowns any mortal should know the passes by which an armed force could penetrate into his country.

Sir Duncan Campbell,therefore,rather shunned the Highlands,and falling into the Low-country,made for the nearest seaport in the vicinity,where he had several half-decked galleys,or birlings,as they were called,at his command.In one of these they embarked,with Gustavus in company,who was so seasoned to adventure,that land and sea seemed as indifferent to him as to his master.

The wind being favourable,they pursued their way rapidly with sails and oars;and early the next morning it was announced to Captain Dalgetty,then in a small cabin beneath the hall-deck,that the galley was under the walls of Sir Duncan Campbell's castle.