Great Britain -- History -- 17th century -- Fiction; Historical fiction
But the matter did not seem much better now that I had returned. I was
an outlawed man, with no dwelling and scarce any friends, since the men
of my own house were either hostile or powerless to aid. My estates were
a prey to my enemies. I had naught to trust to save my own good fortune
and a tolerably ready sword, and, to crown all, my love was in the
direst danger. If she abode at Dawyck the bitter persecution must be
renewed, and that the poor maid should suffer this was more than I could
endure. I had no fear of her faithfulness, for I knew of old her
steadfast heart and brave spirit, but I feared my cousin as I feared no
other on earth. He cared not a fig for the scruples of ordinary men,
and he was possessed of a most devilish cunning, before which I felt
powerless as a babe. Yet I doubtless wronged him by suspicion, for,
after all, he was a Burnet, and fought openly as a man of honour should.
But he had a gang of marauding ruffians at his heels, and God alone knew
what might happen.
At all events, I must wait till what time my servant Nicol should arrive
from Leith. I had no fear of his failing, for he had the readiest wit
that ever man had, and I verily believe the longest legs. He should be
at Dawyck ere noonday, when he should advise me as to my course. Nor
was there any immediate danger pressing, for so long as Gilbert abode at
Leith he could not come to Dawyck, and unless our schemes grievously
miscarried, he could not yet have been apprised of my escape. Moreover,
the soldiers to whom I had given the slip the night before, could as yet
have no inkling either of my identity or my present harbour. So for the
meantime I was safe to meditate on the future.
Marjory, woman-like, was assured that now I had come back her sorrows
were at an end. She would hear nothing of danger to be. "Now that you
are here, John," she would say, "I am afraid of nothing. I do not care
if Gilbert return and plague me a thousandfold more; I shall well
support it if I know that you are in the land. It is for you I fear,
for what must you do save go to the hills and hide like the hillmen in
caves and peatbogs? It is surely a sad use for your learning, sir."
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