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
The friar, however, knew well enough by what means he was taken away;
and though he never explained it as long as he remained in Scotland, it
is meet that the readers of this tale should know the truth. It can be
told in a few words. The friar had brought his huge wallet full of the
strongest gunpowder he had been able to make, to shew off his wonderful
feats, and astonish the great Master. The exigency of the moment induced
him to part with it all at once; and, in all probability, he could not
have caused so much astonishment by any experiment he could have put in
practice.
He was guilty, however, of a manifest oversight; one that had well
nigh proved fatal to the whole party in its consequences, When they
found themselves freed from their vile persecutor, and the great
Master rather their prisoner than they his, their first thought
was of departing from that unhallowed place, and awaiting, in the
neighbourhood, the wizard's final answer, without which they durst not
well return to the warden.
Charlie jumped on the battlement with very joy that he would now get
down to the mill to see what was become of Corby, and how he fared; and
he was the first man to proceed down the narrow stair-case, leading the
way to the fair fields. But, alas, how transient are all sublunary joys
and hopes! In the middle of this confined and difficult stair, just at
its darkest and most acute turn, there was a massive iron door, which
Charlie ran his nose against in his descent, and soon found, to his
mortification and disappointment, that it was locked and double locked.
He returned to those above with the dismal information. The friar's
countenance fell, and he became pale as ashes, when it was thus brought
to his recollection that he had not only blown the brutal seneschal to
the devil, but that he had blown the keys of the castle along with him;
and there were they left on the roof to perish with hunger.
After many ineffectual attempts to break open that door, having no other
resource, they agreed to go to the topmost tower, and there unite their
voices, in order to raise the country to their assistance; for, without
ropes and ladders, they saw no means of escape. Accordingly they
ascended, and uttered many a prolonged and tremendous shout, for the
space of a whole hour. But these unwonted cries only drove the hinds to
a greater distance from the castle. Many of them had witnessed the
mighty explosion at the exit of the seneschal, which, in the middle of
the lurid gloom, had a hideous effect; and when they heard such long and
loud howls proceeding from the battlements of that gloomy and desolate
pile, they weened that a whole host of demons had assembled about it,
and kept far aloof.
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