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
Resolving to wait till midnight, when all the inhabitants of the town
most probably would be asleep, and when, with more security, he could
make a reconnaissance of the isle and the barbican wall, the earl
guided his boat into the narrow little fissure, which is one of many
that perforate the island. While endeavouring to prevent its jarring
on the flinty rocks, he was greatly alarmed by perceiving a human
figure spring off a shelf of the volcanic wall, and plunge heavily
into the deep dark water of the chasm, which penetrated, he knew not
how far, into the heart of the island, but which, as it receded,
became more appalling by its utter obscurity and subterranean
character.
Incident to the age, rather than the man, the earl's supernatural
fears of kelpies, gnomes, and water-spirits, now became altogether
secondary to the dread of having been discovered by some human
denizen of the place. He felt for his poniard, and paused. Behind
him yawned the pointed arch of the cavern, with the distant sea-beach
shining in the moonlight; before him lay rocks and water buried in
darkness. He lingered, oar in hand, scarcely daring to breathe, but
heard only the ripple of the rising tide as it chafed on the walls of
the chasm.
Suddenly, another sound smote his ear, that as of a diver rising to
the surface; then came a hard breathing on the water, and the
regulated plashing as of some one swimming away into that very
obscurity which the earl's eyes ached with regarding, but failed to
penetrate. His hair bristled, and his heart quailed with momentary
terror of a spirit, or evil thing; but from that very terror he
gathered a courage, and, by his oar and hands, feeling the rocks on
each side, shot further in his sharp-prowed boat, intent on
overtaking the swimmer, and discovering whether it was a man or
devil; but he had not gone twenty yards when the chasm terminated in
a sheer wall of rock; and again he paused to listen. The dash of the
water had ceased.
He thought he heard other sounds, like those of footsteps clambering
up the rock; but feared he was mistaken, for all became immediately
still, and he heard only the murmur of the water as it boiled among
the reefs without.
"Tush!" thought he, reddening with shame at his own alarm; "it has
only been some poor seal or sea-dog basking on the rocks in the
summer moonlight. By midnight the moon will be in the west--till
then let me sleep, for these last two nights I have never closed an
eye;" and looping a rope round a pinnacle of rock, he securely moored
the boat, and reclined within it to sleep.
Such was the effect of the weariness oppressing him, that in three
minutes he was buried in profound slumber, rocked by the motion of
the boat, which gently rose and fell on the undulations of the water;
for though around the isle the swell was heavy, the waves being
broken by the jutting of the rocks at the cavern mouth, they rolled
gently and smoothly into its dark recesses.
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