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
When he saw that he was overtaken and overpowered by numbers, he only
laughed at them; and assured them that, in spite of all they could do,
he would have possession of her, and that they should see. The girl
wept and complained of being hurt; but then he only laughed and mocked
the louder. Some of them proposed that they should hew him all to
pieces, but the friar had resolved on his measures, and, at his request,
they took the culprit up before the Master, and there lodged their
accusations against him. But the Master either durst not, or would not
say a word against him; for, in fact, it appeared that this great man,
without his familiar spirits, shrunk into nothing, and was not only
afraid of his own bondsman, but of every thing around him, deeming
himself altogether without help.
The friar's eye burned with indignation and rage, at witnessing such
arrogance on the one hand, and imbecility on the other; but his bootless
wrath only delighted the steward the more; and it was evident that, had
it not been for fear of Charlie Scott's long sword and heavy hand, he
would have taken his prey from the midst of them.
Delany still wept and sobbed till her bosom was like to rend, and begged
to be taken away from the castle, or to be killed and put in her grave.
The friar tried, with all the fair and kind speeches he was master of,
to comfort her; but when she saw the poet pale, bleeding, and sitting
still unable to rise, she only waxed worse, and hid herself from the eye
of the wretch behind the friar's frock.
"Daughter of my love, and child of many misfortunes, be thou comforted,"
said the friar; "for though the wicked triumph for a space in their
iniquity, yet shall they not thrive. They who refuse to do justice to
the innocent and upright in heart shall perish in their sin, and pass
away as the smoke that is driven by the wind. Therefore, my daughter, be
thou comforted; and that thy heart may be cheered, I will show thee a
wonder of my art,--a wonder so great that whosoever seeth it his heart
shall melt within him; and whosoever heareth of it his ears shall
tingle. Come, whoso listeth, forth into the open air, and I will do it
in the sight of heaven and of man."
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