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
"Hout! Gude Lord, friar man, haud your tongue," said Charlie
interrupting him: "What signifies making sic a frase as a' this? or what
good will it do? I hae run mysel into mony a priminary in my life, but I
never fand that mony words did muckle good. I trowed that ye had mair
art about ye than to be feared for a stane an' lime wa,' an' twa or
three airn staincheons. Pith can do muckle, but art can do mair."
Charlie meant the black art; but the friar taking him up in another
meaning, shook him by the hand and blessed him.
It may not have occurred to the reader and it is not likely it should,
that this same friar was an English monk, the most celebrated man of
that age, then exiled from his country, and obliged to skulk in
disguise, for fear of being apprehended and burnt as a wizard and
necromancer. He was the greatest philosopher and chemist of the age, the
real inventor of gun-powder, and many other wonderful discoveries, and,
withal, a pious and good man,--although one whose character was
tinctured with peculiarities so striking, that some took him for a man
crazed in his mind, but far more for a powerful necromancer. His name is
familiar to every man in the least acquainted with the literature or the
science of that age; but while he remained in Scotland being always
denominated the gospel friar, we have judged it best to call him by that
name. If the reader has not discovered this, it is time he should know
it; and whether the friar was a necromancer or not, will appear in the
sequel.
When the party got leisure to converse together, their first words were
expressive of the astonishment they laboured under at sight of the
warlike force kept up by the Master. Charlie only testified his regret
that there was not a right and mutual understanding between him and the
warden; but the maid Delany was the first to remark that she did not
think they were right men, because their faces were all alike, and their
eyes were not like the eyes of any human being she had ever before
looked on. In this every one present acquiesced, and great was their
wonder how or whence that mighty armed force had sprung; but they agreed
that there was no contending with such numbers, of whatsoever nature
they might be, and that there was nothing for it but submitting to the
Master's will.
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