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
As the sun set, he employed himself in tapping with the handle of the
knife the various stones of the partition wall, for the idea of
effecting a breach through the vast solidity of the external barrier
never occurred to him.
There was one part of the inner wall which was jointed with
remarkably large and square stones, where, by the frequent sound of
feet ascending and descending, he felt assured there was a stair
behind; and there he resolved to commence operations the moment he
was confident of being left undisturbed for that night.
He was singularly facetious with Tam Trotter when the latter, as
usual, left him for the last time about six o'clock, and secured all
the doors. By this time the earl had decided upon which stone to
operate, and selected one about four feet from the floor; he marked
it with a cross for good luck, and after viewing his treasured knife
for the thousandth time, repaired to his little window to watch the
lagging sunset.
Never, even when longing for a meeting with Sybil, did the moments
pass so slowly.
The evening was still and calm, and not a leaf was stirring in the
venerable chestnuts and sycamores at the foot of the little park
which extended towards the south, behind the house of Redhall. The
sunlight died away on Arthur's Seat, and the sky gradually deepened
to a darker and more cerulean blue, and one by one the stars came out
of its bosom; the hum of the city, and other sounds of life without,
ceased gradually, and nothing was heard but now and then the striking
of a friary clock, or the jangling bells in the convent of Placentia.
Night--the short but beautiful night of June--had come on; and one
might have imagined that another and a softer day was dawning in the
glorious light of the midsummer moon, as it rose in unclouded
magnificence above the craigs of Salisbury; then, with the first ray
that shone into his chamber, the earl, whose heartbeat rapidly and
almost fiercely with anxiety, and whose hands trembled, but with
eagerness, drew forth his treasured knife, and commenced the arduous
and exciting work of escape.
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