Great Britain -- History -- 17th century -- Fiction; Historical fiction
Some one of the disputants grumbled, but the others seemed heartily to
share in this opinion, and bidding us sit down, they removed our
travelling gear, and set food before us. Our appetites were sharp with
the long hill journey, and we were not slow in getting to supper.
Meanwhile the long man to whom we had first spoken busied himself with
serving us, for in that desert place every man was his own servant.
Afterwards Marjory went to the women, and soon won their liking, for the
heart would be hard indeed which was not moved by her pretty ways and
graces.
When I had done I sat down on the settle with the rest, and the fire
which burned in a corner of the cave was made up, and soon the place was
less dismal but a thousandfold more fantastic. I could scarce keep from
thinking that it was all a dream; that my landing, and midnight ride,
and Nicol’s news, and my perilous predicament were all figments of the
brain. I was too tired to have any anxiety, for I would have you
remember that I had ridden all the night and most of the day without a
wink of sleep, besides having just come off a sea voyage. My eyelids
drooped, and I was constantly sinking off into a doze. The whole place
tended to drowsiness; the shadows and the light, the low hum of talk,
the heavy air, for the outlet for smoke was but narrow. But the man I
have spoken of came and sat down beside me and would engage me in talk.
"I do not think you know me, Master Burnet," said he; "but I knew your
father well, and our houses used to be well acquaint. I am one o’ the
Carnwath Lockharts, that ye may hae heard o’. My name is Francis
Lockhart o’ the Beltyne."
I knew him when he uttered the words, for I had often heard tell of him
for a gallant gentleman who had seen service under Gustavus and in many
Low Country wars. I complimented myself on his acquaintance, which
kindness he proceeded to repay. So we fell to discussing many things—men
I had known in Leyden, men I had known in Tweeddale, together with the
more momentous question of the future of each of us. I gave him a full
account of my recent fortunes, that he might have wherewith to
contradict any rumours as to my reasons for taking to the hills. He in
turn spoke to me of his life, and his sorrow at the fate of his land.
The man spoke in such unfeigned grief, and likewise with such a
gentleman-like note of fairness, that I felt myself drawn to him. It
was while thus engaged that he spoke a word which brought upon him the
condemnation of one of the ethers.
"Oh," said he, "I would that some way might be found to redd up thae
weary times and set the king richt on his throne, for I canna but
believe that in this matter loyalty and religion go hand in hand; and
that were James Stewart but free from his wanchancy advisers there would
be less talk of persecuting."
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