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
If it was true that the Master sung these ridiculous lines, which is not
very likely, his "sovereign and brother" had not accepted of his
sacrifice, nor paid due deference to his incense of praise. For, a
little before the break of day, our group were aroused from their
profound slumbers by loud and reiterated cries. The lamp was still
burning feebly and blue. Charlie, whose ear was well trained to catch
any alarm, was the first to start up; but the sight that he saw soon
laid him again flat on the floor, though not before he had leaped clear
over a narrow oak-table and two forms. There was a black being, that
appeared to be half-man and half-beast, dragging Master Michael Scott
along the room toward the door; yet he dragged him with difficulty, and
at some times the wizard seemed rather to prevail. Horrible as this
phantom was, all those who saw it agreed that there was something about
it that instantly reminded them of the late seneschal; and, as they
raised their heads and beheld it, every heart was chilled with terror.
Charlie pronounced his short, loud prayer, which has already been
recorded in this history, and which consisted merely of one vehement
sentence of three syllables; yea, he pronounced it as he flew; and then
squatting in a corner, and covering his head with his cloak, that,
whatever dreadful thing happened, he might not see it, there he lay
repeating his little prayer as fast as human breath could utter it.
The demon struggled hard with the Master; and the latter, as may well be
supposed, exerted his utmost power,--so that his adversary only got him
toward the door as it were by inches. When he found himself losing
ground, he always made a certain writhing motion, which cannot be
described, and which every time extricated him somewhat from his
adversary's clutches. Then the apparition laid hold of him again by the
left side with his lobster claws, and that gripe uniformly caused the
wizard to utter a loud and piercing cry. At such times Charlie's little
prayer might be heard waxing still louder as the strife increased; and,
though he lifted not his face from the earth, he continued a kind of
spurning motion with his feet, as if he would fain have burrowed under
the wall like a mole.
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