The Three Perils of Man; or, War, Women, and Witchcraft, Vol. 3 (of 3)Hogg, James
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The Three Perils of Man; or, War, Women, and Witchcraft, Vol. 3 (of 3)
Hogg, James
Historical fiction; Scotland -- History -- Robert II, 1371-1390 -- Fiction
During the time of this last speech and solemn oath, the sobs of the
monk Benjamin became so audible that all eyes were turned to him, for
they thought that his delicate frame would burst with its emotions.
And, besides, he was all the while fumbling about his throat, so that
they dreaded he had purposed some mortal injury to himself. But in
place of that, he had been unloosing some clasps or knots about his
tunick; for with a motion quicker than thought, he flung at once his
cowl, frock, and beard away,--and there stood arrayed as a royal bride
the Princess Margaret of Scotland! "Journeyer of earth, where art thou
now?"
Yes; there stood, in one moment, disclosed to the eyes of all present,
_the princess Margaret Stuart herself_, embellished in all the
ornaments of virgin royalty, and blooming in a glow of new born
beauties."
"Thank heaven I have been deceived!" cried she, with great emphasis;
and when she had said this, she stood up motionless by the side of
lady Jane Howard, and cast her eyes on the ground. No pen can do
justice to the scene. It must be left wholly to conception, after the
fact is told that no one present had the slightest conception of the
disguise save the Queen, who had been initiated into the princess's
project of trying the real state of the Douglas's affections on the
preceding night. It was like a scene of enchantment, such as might
have been produced at the castle of Aikwood. But a moment ago all was
sorrow and despair; now all was one burst of joyful surprise. And, to
make it still more interesting, there stood the two rival beauties of
Scotland and England, side by side, as if each were vying with the
other for the palm to be bestowed on her native country. But to this
day the connoisseurs in female beauty have never decided whether the
dark falcon eyes and lofty forehead of the one, or the soft blushing
roses and blue liquid eyes of the other, were the most irresistible.
The King was the first to burst from the silence of surprise. He flew
to his daughter's arms with more vigour than a cripple could well be
supposed to exert, kissed and embraced her, took her on his knee and
wept on her neck; then, striking his crutch on the floor, he scolded
her most heartily for the poignant and unnecessary pain she had
occasioned to him. "And the worst of it is," added he, "that you have
caused me show too much interest in an imp that has been the constant
plague of my life with her whims and vagaries; an interest, and an
intensity of feeling, that I shall be ashamed of the longest day I
have to live."
"Indeed but you shall not, my dear lord and father, for I will now
teaze another than you, and teaze him only to deeds of valour and
renown; to lead your troops to certain conquest, till you are fully
avenged of the oppressors of your people."
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