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
"I have observed of late," said he, "that that gentleman never searches
that he does not find, and never accuses that he does not bring proof. I
have caused several to be executed on the evidences raised by him, and
have always remarked that he is the only profiter by their being put
down. We must move with more caution. Let that wench be brought before
me, and stop the execution of Jock's Sandy, whom I ordered to be hanged
to-morrow."
My late benevolent master was watching the course of these events with
punctuality, and was terribly chagrined when he heard that his neighbour
Jock's Sandy was reprieved. He was almost beside himself; but, having
great influence with the holy brethren, he persuaded them to retain Kell
under their jurisdiction, and not give her up to Lord William. In the
course of his scrutiny he had likewise discovered some of his gold
pieces on her, and had doomed her to destruction with the rest; yet, at
the same time, he told the holy fathers to be lenient, and altogether to
overlook that fault, which had originated from the first, and that was
one to which youth was liable. He conjured them not to give her up to
William the Severe, who would infallibly doom her to an ignominous
death. If she had deserved that, he said, it was much better that she
should die privately, in which case he would pay seventy merks annually
to the church for the securing of her soul. He was frightened for the
meeting of so many criminals before Lord William, wicked as we were; and
so high was the influence of the convent, of which this was a branch,
that the brethren refused to give up the offender to Lord William's
officers.
After my first examination was over, I was thrust into a dungeon beside
Jock's Sandy, who had been cast to die for stealing the ox which I
myself slew; and, when we began to converse freely together, what a
tissue of deceit was unraveled! He asked me if I knew any thing about
that ox for which he was to lose his life! I said I knew very well about
the ox, for I had killed him myself: "And what a great fool you were,"
said I, "to incur so much danger for the sake of a nout's hide and a
pair of horns, for these you certainly did steal."
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