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
In the same grotesque guise as formerly described, Charlie at length
came with his two prisoners to the outposts of the Scottish army. The
rest of the train had passed by before him, and warned their friends who
was coming, and in what stile; for no one thought it worth his while to
tarry with Charlie and his overloaden horse. When he came near the
soldiers they hurra'd, and waved their bonnets, and gathering about
Charlie in crowds, they would not let him onward. Besides, some fell a
loosing the prisoner behind him, and others holding up their arms to
release him of the one he carried before; and, seeing how impatient he
was, and how determined to keep his hold, they grew still more
importunate in frolic. But it had nearly cost some of them dear; for
Charlie, growing wroth, squeezed the Lady Jane so strait with the left
arm, that she was forced to cry out; and putting his right over his
shoulder, he drew out his tremendous two-hand sword, "Now stand back,
devils," cried Charlie, "or, gude faith, I'll gar Corby ride ower the
taps o' the best o' ye. I hae had ower sair a trial for heart o' flesh
already; but when I stood that, it sanna be the arm o' flesh that takes
them frae me now, till I gie them into the Douglas's ain hands. Stand
back, ye devils; a Scott never gies up his trust as lang as his arm can
dimple at the elbow."
The soldiers flew away from around him like a flight of geese, and with
the same kind of noise too,--every one being giggling and laughing,--and
up rode Charlie to the door of the Douglas' pavilion, where he shouted
aloud for the captain. Douglas, impatient to see his illustrious
prisoner, left the others abruptly, and hasted out at Charlie's call.
"Gude faith, my lord," said Charlie, "I beg your pardon for garring you
come running out that gate; but here's a bit English lord for ye, an'
his henchman,--sic master, sic man, as the saying is. There war terrible
charges gi'en about them, sae I thought I wad secure them, an' gie them
into your ain hands."
"I am much beholden to you, gallant Yardbire," said Douglas: "The care
and pains you have taken shall not be forgotten."
This encouraging Charlie, he spoke to the earl with great freedom, who
was mightily diverted with his manner, as well as with his mode of
securing the prisoners.
"There's his lordship for ye," said Charlie, holding him out like a
small bale of goods: "Mind ye hae gotten him safe off my hand; an'
here's another chap I hae fastened to my back. An a' the English nobles
war like thir twa, I hae been thinking, my lord, that they might tak'
our lasses frae us, but we wadna be ill pinched to tak their kye frae
them; an' it wad be nae hard bargain for us neither." So saying, he cut
his belts and thongs of raw hide, and let the attendant lady, in page's
clothes, free of his body. "He's a little, fine, soft, cozey callan
this," added Charlie, "he has made my hinderlands as warm as they had
been in an oon."
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