The Three Perils of Man; or, War, Women, and Witchcraft, Vol. 1 (of 3)Hogg, James
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The Three Perils of Man; or, War, Women, and Witchcraft, Vol. 1 (of 3)
Hogg, James
Historical fiction; Scotland -- History -- Robert II, 1371-1390 -- Fiction
Next morning Dan was aroused at an early hour by his supposed prince,
who said to him, "Brave yeoman, from a long conversation that I have had
last night with these English strangers, I am convinced that they are
despatched on some traitorous mission; and as the warden is in
Northumberland, I propose conveying them straight to Douglas' camp,
there to be tried for their lives. If you will engage to take charge of
them, and deliver them safely to the captain before night, you shall
have a high reward; but if you fail, and suffer any of them to escape,
your neck shall answer for it. How many men can you raise for this
service?"
"Our men are maistly up already," said Dan; "but muckle Charlie o'
Yardbire gaed hame last night wi' twa or three kye, like oursels. Gin
Charlie an' his lads come, I sal answer for the English chaps, if they
war twa to ane. I hae mysel an' my three billies, deil a shank mae; but
an Charlie come he's as gude as some three, an' his backman's nae
bean-swaup neither."
"Then," said the counterfeit prince, "I shall leave all my attendants to
assist you save my page,--we two must pursue our journey with all
expedition. All that is required of you is to deliver the prisoners safe
to the Douglas. I will despatch a message to him by the way, apprising
him of the circumstances."
The Lady Margaret and her page then mounted their palfreys and rode off
without delay; but, instead of taking the road by Gorranberry, as they
had proposed over night, they scoured away at a light gallop down the
side of the Teviot. At the town of Hawick she caused her page, who was
her chief waiting-maid and confidant, likewise in boy's clothes, to cut
out her beautiful fleece of black hair, that glittered like the wing of
the raven, being determined to attend in disguise the issue of the
contest. She then procured a red curled wig, and dressing herself in a
Highland garb, with a plumed bonnet, tartan jacket and trowsers, and
Highland hose and brogues, her appearance was so completely altered,
that even no one who had seen her the day before, in the character of
the prince her brother, could possibly have known her to be the same
person; and leaving her page near the camp to await her private orders,
she rode straight up to head-quarters by herself.
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