The Yellow Frigate; or, The Three SistersGrant, James
History
The Yellow Frigate; or, The Three Sisters
Grant, James
Scotland -- History -- 1057-1603 -- Fiction
In the house of Barton, the insurgent nobles held a deep carouse, and
drank the Rhenish and Malvoisie of the umquhile Sir Andrew with a
relish all the greater that it cost them nothing. Among the company
were four persons, at least, who would rather have hailed a
disastrous defeat than this unexpected victory.
These were the Lords Home and Hailes--who had great hopes that their
troublesome rivals might have been sent to a better world; but
chiefly Sir Patrick Gray and Sir James Shaw, with others of their
servile and infamous faction, who were thunderstruck by the
intelligence; for they had never doubted, when the Admiral dropped
down the river with two vessels only, that he was running into the
jaws of destruction. But it is strange that Wood, in all his naval
battles, had to contend against great odds, yet never _once_ was
beaten. And now the cosmopolitans of the English faction trembled,
as they remembered their bond with Henry, and feared that unless the
lips of Margaret Drummond were sealed for ever, their projects would
all be revealed to Rothesay, of whom, boy as he was, they knew enough
to be assured of a terrible retribution.
Lord Drummond--that irascible old patrician--had peremptorily warned
his daughters Euphemia and Sybilla to prepare for being espoused by
Home and Hailes, whose new patents of nobility, he believed, would be
issued as soon as the king's _flight_--his murder was yet
unknown--was ascertained, and as soon as Rothesay was proclaimed
king. Their uncle, the Dean of Dunblane--a facile priest, in all
things subservient to his brother as chief of the clan Drummond, and,
like most Scottish churchmen of that age, bent solely on the
aggrandizement of his family,--was to perform the ceremony, which was
fixed to take place on an early day. And as the venerable dean had
long since been abstracted from all human sympathies, and become a
mere mummy in a cassock and scapular, the poor girls had now no hope
in anything, and no resource but their tears, which were likely to
avail them little; for in Scotland, in those days, the rights of
women were as little known, or nearly as ill defined, as among the
Asiatics in the present; for cruel coercion and abduction at the
sword's point were of daily occurrence, as the criminal records show,
until the middle of the last century.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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