The Yellow Frigate; or, The Three SistersGrant, James
History
The Yellow Frigate; or, The Three Sisters
Grant, James
Scotland -- History -- 1057-1603 -- Fiction
"Then, sirs," said the English captain, "when you have signed it,
this shall acquaint King Henry that ye are his liegemen, and pledge
yourselves, with life, limb, and fortune, to further the English
alliance of His Grace the Duke of Rothesay, on the understanding that
Henry, by his new ambassador, urges your claims to the peerage, and
that, on the espousal day, you each receive the sum of twenty
thousand English crowns."
"It is agreed," said Shaw of Sauchie, as he and Gray touched the pen
of Kraft, who wrote the names they were unable to sign; but
Borthwick, having been educated as a priest, wrote in a bold hand,
amid a multitude of flourishes, _Heu Bortwyck, Knyt_, at the bottom
of this precious document.
"From the Inchcape, gentlemen, we must run over to St. Abb's-head;
and after hanging off the land for a day or two, we will stand again
towards the Tay. Here, on the evening of the 10th--St. Anthony's
Day--we will be in the offing; if by that time you can give me this
dainty dame to stow under hatch, all your fortunes are made."
"Enough--we shall see to it, Captain Howard," said Sir Patrick Gray,
resuming his mask and cloak.
"Remember this, sir captain," said Borthwick: "the king's chaplain,
James, Bishop of Dunblane, who is returning from Rome, will pass
through England in disguise. I would recommend his capture, and the
seizure of whatever papers may be found in his possession, for they
may prove of much service to Henry, your king."
"Another thousand crowns to thee, Master Borthwick! Zookers! man,
thou wilt die rich as a Jew of Lombard-street! Now then, Kraft, hast
thou scribbled all this into thy devil's log-book?"
"Yes, sir," replied the secretary, securing his volume by a curious
lock in the iron band which encircled it.
"Then fill the wine-pots. Take another cup, gentlemen," said the
Englishman, with that contempt for his guests which the necessity of
pandering to the snake-like policy of his court could not repress.
"'Tis time we were all in our hammocks; and your boat is waiting,
sirs."
Shaw and Gray, who knew very well that they were in his power, gave
him dark and savage glances; and as they left the cabin, they heard
him issue orders to--
"Lower away the port-lids, larboard and starboard; to run back the
culverins--lash and make fast; to stand off before the land breeze;
for," said he, "we must make the offing ere daybreak--ay, and be hull
down, if we can."
They left the English ship just as the bell rang the middle watch,
and the hoarse voice of the boatswain was heard ringing in prolonged
echoes between decks. Howard, who mistrusted his visitors, by an
after-thought, came in person to see them over the ship's side, and
into their boat.
"Fare ye well, gentlemen," said he, in his jibing way. "Adieu, noble
Master Borthwick--I beg pardon--_Sir Hew_. I hope you will not
forget your visit to Ned Howard, and the good ship _Harry_. I pray
it may not shorten your cruise for life."
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