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
The enormous weem he had entered was one of those caverns from which
a part of the coast obtains its name--Wemyss; and though the outer
part of it was brilliantly illuminated by a fire of drift wood and
pine-logs that blazed on the rocky floor, on progressing, the earl
was impressed with a feeling of awe by the uncertainty of the vast
profundity to which it penetrated; for the inner end of this
frightful chasm or fissure yawned away obscurely and horribly into
the bowels of the earth. It had, doubtless, been formed, like many
others along the rocky coast, by that wondrous upheaval of the
Scottish shores, which geologists suppose must have taken place some
two thousand years ago, or when, the sea receded thirty feet from its
ancient margin, which to this day is visible along the summits of all
the headlands in Fifeshire and Lothian.
Though several culinary utensils, Dutch kegs and tubs were placed in
little cupboard-like recesses, the cavern did not seem to have been
long occupied by its tenants, who were six in number, strong and
muscular men, whose long matted beards flowed nearly to their
girdles; and whose attire declared them to be partly beggars, partly
robbers, and wholly desperadoes. That they lived at enmity with
their fellow-subjects was apparent from the multiplicity and aspect
of the swords, poniards, and poleaxes with which they were armed.
The earl found, when too late, that he had made an unfortunate choice
of hosts, when such a price was on his head, but grasping his broken
spear with one hand, and his gory bundle by the other, he confronted
them resolutely.
"Now, who are you?" asked one who seemed to be the leader.
"It matters nothing to thee, thou dour carle, so lay down thy maul,
or beware!" replied the earl.
"Then, what are you?"
"A gaberlunzie--a beggar!" said Ashkirk, bitterly.
"Then, where is thy parish token?"
"I spoke but metaphorically, for I Lave not yet taken me unto _that_
trade; and when I do, I will see King James at Jericho, and his
parliament too, before I will sew a pewter badge on my doublet,
tattered though it be. I will not conform to this new law, believe
me, brother rogue. But I repeat, nevertheless, that I _am_ a beggar,
because I seek food without having the wherewithal to pay for it;
and, moreover, that I am, like thyself, an outlaw."
"Gude and better!" replied the other; "but there is blood on thy
sleeve; why man, thou art red handed!"
"Blood! true--I shed a little in my own defence, and what then? I
have committed no murder. Believe me, fellow, there is more blood on
thy soul than on my fingers. But, enough of this. I seek what every
man who hath them not hath a right to seek from those who hath--food,
fire, and shelter."
"What is this in your cloak?"
"Something that thou hast no concern with."
"We will soon see that," cried several, laying hands on their knives
and daggers.
"If thou darest!" replied the earl, raising his truncheon, and
confronting the strongest and the boldest.
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