"Would I could adequately reward you for your charity!" answered the
countess, pouring gold into his hand;--"but Heaven will not forget this
deed of mercy!"
She found the girl upon the steps, as she had been led to expect, and
she immediately followed her to a door about the centre of the building
to the south of the court, when, bidding her wait for a moment, the
girl disappeared. Lady Nithsdale trembled from head to foot: her heart
seemed almost to stop its pulsations, so agonising was the fear that
now, on the very threshold, something might occur to disappoint her
hopes.
Intense as was her anxiety to see her husband, as the moment actually
approached, a dread came over her at the notion of seeing him under
such circumstances. Her thoughts were painfully broken in upon by
the sounds of merriment and revelry which burst from one of the
neighbouring windows--loud songs and shouts of laughter! They jarred
upon her ear as something out of tune, unfitting for the place or
season, and she wondered how gaolers could be so devoid of feeling as
to indulge in noisy jollity, within hearing of their prisoners.
The young girl quickly returned.
"This is the moment, madam. The guards are all engaged; they are going
to convey those prisoner lords, whom you may hear carousing within,
back to their several apartments; and now you can slip up unperceived."
"The axe suspended over their heads," thought Lady Nithsdale, "and this
unseemly recklessness! and shall such as they find mercy, while my
lord----"
In a few seconds she had mounted the narrow stairs; passed the outer
room, which was at that moment vacant; and the young maiden having
gently unbolted the farther door, she found herself in her husband's
presence!
He was reading by a dimly burning candle, and started at the sound
of footsteps; but before he could ascertain the cause of this
interruption, his wife was on his bosom, her arms were around his neck.
"I am here! I am with you at last! It is your own Winifred!" she
exclaimed.
"Then Heaven has mercy still in store for me!" he replied.
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