The Caged LionYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
History
The Caged Lion
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
James I, King of Scotland, 1394-1437 -- Fiction; Scotland -- History -- James I, 1406-1437 -- Fiction
One night was spent at Durham, the parent of Coldingham, and here Malcolm
felt at home, far more grand as was that mighty cathedral institution.
There it stood, with the Weir encircling it, on its own fair though
mighty hill, with all the glory of its Norman mister and lovely
Lady-chapel; yet it seemed to the boy more like a glorified Coldingham
than like a strange region.
'The peace of God rests on the place,' he said, when Sir James asked his
thoughts as he looked back at the grand mass of buildings. 'These are
the only spots where the holy and tender can grow, like the Palestine
lilies sheltered from the blast in the Abbot's garden at Coldingham.'
'Nay, lad, it were an ill world did lilies only grow in abbots' gardens.'
'It is an ill world,' said Malcolm.
'Let us hear what you say in a month's time,' replied the knight,
lightly: then dreaming over the words.
A few days more, and they were riding among the lovely rock and woodland
scenery of Yorkshire, when suddenly there leaped from behind a bush three
or four young men, with a loud shout of 'Stand.'
'Reivers!' thought Malcolm, sick with dismay, as the foremost grasped Sir
James's bridle; but the latter merely laughed, saying, 'How now, Hal! be
these your old tricks?'
'Ay, when such prizes are errant,' said the assailant and Sir James,
springing from his horse, embraced him and his companion with a
cordiality that made Malcolm not a little uneasy. Could he have been
kidnapped by a false Englishman into a den of robbers for the sake of his
ransom?
'You are strict to your time,' said the chief robber. 'I knew you would
be. So, when Ned Marmion came to Beverley, and would have us to see his
hunting at Tanfield, we came on thinking to meet you. Marmion here has a
nooning spread in the forest; ere we go on to Thirsk, where I have a
matter to settle between two wrong-headed churls. How has it been with
you, Jamie? you have added to your meine.'
'Ah, Hal! never in all your cut-purse days did you fall on such an
emprise as I have achieved.'
'Let us hear,' said Hal, linking his arm in Sir James's, who turned for a
moment to say, 'Take care of the lad, John; he is a young kinsman of
mine.'
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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