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
And while their slipshod attendant was bringing the fresh supply,
these worthies proceeded to examine their poniards, in case they
should be required, and tried whether the guards were true, the
points sharp, the hilts fitting well to the blades, and the blades to
the hilts; for to them deeds of outrage and cruelty were the business
of life; and we may add that, by the loose lives of the clergy prior
to the Reformation--a measure which that very laxity of discipline
brought about--religion and morality were fast sinking to a low ebb
in Scotland.
CHAPTER XIV.
THE CHANCELLOR OF SCOTLAND.
"I made such service to our Sovereign King,
He did promote me still to high estate;
A prince above all priestis for to reign,
Archbishop of St. Andrew's consecrate.
To that honour when I was elevate,
My prideful heart was not content withal,
Till that I was created cardinal."
Sir D. LINDESAY'S _Tragedie of the Cardinal_.
With his long rapier under his arm, and his bonnet drawn well over
his face, the lord advocate, with all the air of a man who has found
a clue to something, or is mentally pursuing a distant object,
hurried, as we have said, from the church, and threaded his way
between the fleshers' stalls, which encumbered both sides of the
street about the Nether-bow and arch of the Blackfriars Wynd.
Descending the latter, he reached the residence of Cardinal Beaton,
where, through the medium of several pages, esquires, and pikemen, he
sent up his name, requesting an audience, and was immediately
admitted.
David Beaton was then in the prime of life; his stature was
commanding, his air was dignified, his bearing noble. As we may see
by the portraits of him, still preserved at Edinburgh, his face was
grave, dark, and eminently handsome; his eyes were bright and
piercing, and he wore his beard and moustaches pointed _à la
cavalier_, rather than shaven off like a priest. He was seated in an
easy-chair, and wore his red baretta, black cassock, and gold cross.
His large scarlet hat lay upon a side table, near the two-handed
sword of his grandfather, old Sir David of Pitmilly.
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