Jane Seton; or, The King's Advocate: A Scottish Historical RomanceGrant, James
History
Jane Seton; or, The King's Advocate: A Scottish Historical Romance
Grant, James
Scotland -- History -- James V, 1513-1542 -- Fiction
Lady Jane and the earl, her brother, were both now safe in his
house--a strong edifice, which, if properly garrisoned, might have
stood a siege of all their faction; and there we shall, ere long, pay
them a visit. The earl he valued at a thousand merks; but his sister
he prized more than all the wealth of the Indies. Restless and
anxious, this arch-conspirator could not feel sure of his capture,
while so enterprising a pair of comrades as Vipont and Leslie were in
Edinburgh; and burning with impatience to see them fairly depart (on
an expedition from which he was resolved they should never return),
he had never undressed or been in bed, and had now come to observe if
they marched, before the tidings of the countess's arrest, and the
disappearance of her daughter, spread throughout the city.
In those stirring times, the most daring outrages were esteemed but
casual occurrences, and were thought little more of than a shower of
rain. A day never passed in which a dozen of castles were not
stormed, or petty conflicts fought, in various parts of the country;
and the good folks of Edinburgh were so much accustomed to the clash
of swords, and seeing men run each other through the body for no
better reason than because their worthy fathers had done the same
before them, that the din of steel on the Hiegait was deemed scarcely
worth raising one's window for. Ten thousand clansmen might fight a
battle now and then in the wilds of Ross or Argyle, and might even
burn Inverness by way of variety; and two months after, the news
thereof would reach Holyrood. The energy and ability of James V. and
the cardinal established the Courts of Session and Justiciary for the
repression of such outrages; but these tribunals did not prevent the
lord high treasurer from carrying off an heiress, a ward of the
crown, and marrying her, _bongré malgré_, to his son; while the next
generation saw without surprise the lord high chancellor murdering
the secretary of state under the very eyes of royalty; consequently,
the reader must not imagine that it was any qualm of fear or
conscience either that disturbed Redhall, and banished sleep from his
eyes. No; restless exultation alone kept him awake. The time to
visit his fair captive had not yet come; the first paroxysm of her
grief and anger had to pass; and then to cool his excitement and see
his rival fairly _en route_ for Douglasdale, he had walked forth with
the first peep of dawn.
Who that saw his grave and thoughtful face, and knew his stern and
lofty character, would have imagined that amid the sea of vast
political matters in which he and the cardinal were immersed, and
amid the busy whirl of their tumultuous public duties, gentle love
had found a passage to his iron heart? An infernal joy had now
kindled a new glow within it; and there was a wild gleam in his eyes,
and a feverish flush on his cheek, as Roland Vipont approached him.
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