The Yellow Frigate; or, The Three SistersGrant, James
History
The Yellow Frigate; or, The Three Sisters
Grant, James
Scotland -- History -- 1057-1603 -- Fiction
After all he had undergone, it was evident that he never could reach
the ships without succour; but, fortunately, the uproar or the beach
had been observed by the watch on deck; the fainting swimmer was seen
to make signals of distress; a boat was piped away and lowered; and
just as poor Falconer was slowly and despairingly relaxing his
efforts, and sinking beneath the calm glassy current of the river, he
was seized by the strong nervous hands of Willie Wad and Cuddie
Clewline, and dragged on board.
Sybilla uttered a cry of joy and fainted, just as the first cannon of
the royal salute pealed over the shining river.
CHAPTER XXV.
HOWARD AND MARGARET.
"Lady, those hours for aye are gone.
Our days of youth and joy are past;
And each new year but rolls along
To that which soon must be our last.
Our early friendship--early joy,
Moments affectionate and dear,
The rules of life too soon destroy,
And leave a barren desert here."
Margaret had now been three days on board of the _Harry_, which, with
her consorts, the _White Rose_ and _Cressi_, had been vainly
endeavouring to weather the dangerous Ness of Buchan, and gain the
open German Sea; but as Howard's evil fortune would have it, the
stiff breeze blew right ahead, and they were forced to tack and tack
again, running eastward and westward on the same line, like that
fated ship which, in the nautical legend, is ever striving in vain to
weather Table Bay.
Howard, on leaving England, had provided two attendants for
Margaret--pretty young English girls, whose names are recorded as
Rose and Cicely. They were gentle and attentive, and did all that
their kind natures dictated to soothe the prisoner's grief, which,
after the first wild paroxysm had subsided, became a calm and settled
bitterness, sadness, and dejection; and her tears fell incessantly
for her child, which had been left in the secret alcove, where,
perhaps, none might discover it, and where its feeble cries might be
unheard till it perished; but then she remembered that Rothesay would
know and reveal the place, and save its little life at all hazards.
She was now aware of being in the power of Henry's agents, and that
she would be removed in secret, to make way for an English princess.
Howard, a gallant and polished gentleman, had visited her twice; the
first time she repulsed him with flashing eyes and wild upbraidings
of inhumanity and cruelty; the second time she heard all he had to
say in silence, remaining pale and immovable, with eyes downcast,
weeping and inflamed, for her powers of utterance were almost gone,
and despair was coming fast upon her. Her great beauty of face and
grace of form, when united to her grief, touched the manly heart of
Howard; deep and sincere emotions of pity were stirred within him;
and soon a deeper and a softer influence began to steal into his
breast, and he muttered to himself again and again, as he walked on
the weather-side of his poop--
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