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Many a beck and many a bow welcomed these noble guests to as good
entertainment as persons of such rank could set before such visitors;
and the old dame, who had formerly lived in Ravenswood Castle, and
knew, as she said, the ways of the nobility, was in no whit wanting in
arranging matters, as well as circumstances permitted, according to the
etiquette of the times. The cooper’s house was so roomy that each guest
had his separate retiring-room, to which they were ushered with all due
ceremony, while the plentiful supper was in the act of being placed
upon the table.
Ravenswood no sooner found himself alone than, impelled by a thousand
feelings, he left the apartment, the house, and the village, and
hastily retraced his steps to the brow of the hill, which rose betwixt
the village and screened it from the tower, in order to view the final
fall of the house of his fathers. Some idle boys from the hamlet had
taken the same direction out of curiosity, having first witnessed the
arrival of the coach and six and its attendants. As they ran one by one
past the Master, calling to each other to “Come and see the auld tower
blaw up in the lift like the peelings of an ingan,” he could not but
feel himself moved with indignation. “And these are the sons of my
father’s vassals,” he said—“of men bound, both by law and gratitude, to
follow our steps through battle, and fire, and flood; and now the
destruction of their liege lord’s house is but a holiday’s sight to
them.”
These exasperating reflections were partly expressed in the acrimony
with which he exclaimed, on feeling himself pulled by the cloak: “What
do you want, you dog?”
“I am a dog, and an auld dog too,” answered Caleb, for it was he who
had taken the freedom, “and I am like to get a dog’s wages; but it does
not signification a pinch of sneesing, for I am ower auld a dog to
learn new tricks, or to follow a new master.”
As he spoke, Ravenswood attained the ridge of the hill from which
Wolf’s Crag was visible; the flames had entirely sunk down, and, to his
great surprise, there was only a dusky reddening upon the clouds
immediately over the castle, which seemed the reflection of the embers
of the sunken fire.
“The place cannot have blown up,” said the Master; “we must have heard
the report: if a quarter of the gunpowder was there you tell me of, it
would have been heard twenty miles off.”
“It’ve very like it wad,” said Balderstone, composedly.
“Then the fire cannot have reached the vaults?”
“It’s like no,” answered Caleb, with the same impenetrable gravity.
“Hark ye, Caleb,” said his master, “this grows a little too much for my
patience. I must go and examine how matters stand at Wolf’s Crag
myself.”
“Your honour is ganging to gang nae sic gate,” said Caleb, firmly.
“And why not?” said Ravenswood, sharply; “who or what shall prevent
me?”
“Even I mysell,” said Caleb, with the same determination.
“You, Balderstone!” replied the Master; “you are forgetting yourself, I
think.”
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