The Three Perils of Man; or, War, Women, and Witchcraft, Vol. 2 (of 3)Hogg, James
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The Three Perils of Man; or, War, Women, and Witchcraft, Vol. 2 (of 3)
Hogg, James
Historical fiction; Scotland -- History -- Robert II, 1371-1390 -- Fiction
Afraid that I had still been too slightly obliging, and that I run the
risk of being separated from her, I studied the whole day on the most
becoming way of conducting myself, and entered on several most amorous
resolutions; but the higher my resolves were, the more pusillanimous was
my behaviour when put to the test. I durst not even touch the side of
her bed that night; but the wicked unsonsy bogle still continued its
scratchings, sometimes on the one side of the bed, and sometimes on the
other, I was therefore obliged once more to sit down on her bed side, to
guard her from its inroads. In sitting there I dropt asleep, and my head
fell down on her pillow--it was impossible I could help that; and then
she kindly laid the uppermost coverlet over me for fear of my catching
cold; but I was by far too sound asleep to perceive it. She had to pull
the covering from below me, in order that she might lay it above
me,--for all that I did not awake, which was a great pity, but always
as she made the greatest stir, I sniffed the louder. A while after, I
turned myself about, and gave my head a ketch toward the back of the
bed, till my cheek came in contact with something soft; but it was in my
sleep,--and I was in one so so profound, that I could not possibly know
what that thing was. What a fright I got next morning on perceiving my
situation! I sprung from the bed, and ran away to the hills to my
charge, without speaking a word.
I was, however, quite intoxicated with delight, and endeavoured to
ingratiate myself with my master, by paying every possible attention to
his behests, lest I should lose so delightful a place both for stolen
meat and approaching pleasures, which I perceived would still grow more
and more sublime, and was glad when he said to me one day that Kell had
given over complaining of my rudeness and incivility, and he would trust
me as her companion for a little while longer. In the mean while, I was
to take care and do nothing improper; but he had such trust to put in
me, he was not afraid of that.
He was informed every day by this subservient beauty how matters
proceeded; so he let them go on by degrees till they arrived at such a
crisis as he desired, which was no more than a boy lying on a girl's
bed-side with his clothes on. He then came up with a light one night at
midnight to see how his child was resting, pretending that he thought
her ill, and found me lying sound asleep, where perhaps I should not
have been, though I was as innocent and as free of his mistress as the
child that lay in her bosom. He was in great wrath, and pulled me over
the bed, giving me two or three gentle thwacks with his open hand: he
also rebuked her very sharply, but said to us before going away: "Keep
your own secret. For both your sakes I will conceal what I have seen,
although you have acted so _very_ improperly; but let me never catch you
in the like fault again. If the church get hold of you, you are both
undone."
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