Historical fiction; Jacobite Rebellion, 1745-1746 -- Fiction; Scotland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
With this discourse they reached the castle, and Waverley soon prepared
his dispatches for Tully-Veolan. As he knew the Baron was punctilious
in such matters, he was about to impress his billet with a seal on
which his armorial bearings were engraved, but he did not find it at his
watch, and thought he must have left it at Tully-Veolan. He mentioned
his loss, borrowing at the same time the family seal of the Chieftain.
'Surely,' said Miss Mac-Ivor, 'Donald Bean Lean would not--'
'My life for him, in such circumstances,' answered her
brother;--'besides, he would never have left the watch behind.'
'After all, Fergus,' said Flora,' and with every allowance, I am
surprised you can countenance that man.'
'I countenance him!--This kind sister of mine would persuade you,
Captain Waverley, that I take what the people of old used to call "a
steakraid," that is, a "collop of the foray," or, in plainer words,
a portion of the robber's booty, paid by him to the Laird, or Chief,
through whose grounds he drove his prey. Oh, it is certain, that unless
I can find some way to charm Flora's tongue, General Blakeney will send
a sergeant's party from Stirling (this he said with haughty and emphatic
irony) to seize Vich Ian Vohr, as they nickname me, in his own castle.'
'Now, Fergus, must not our guest be sensible that all this is folly
and affectation? You have men enough to serve you without enlisting a
banditti, and your own honour is above taint.--Why don't you send this
Donald Bean Lean, whom I hate for his smoothness and duplicity, even
more than for his rapine, out of your country at once? No cause should
induce me to tolerate such a character.'
'NO cause, Flora?' said the Chieftain, significantly.
'No cause, Fergus! not even that which is nearest to my heart. Spare it
the omen of such evil supporters!'
'Oh, but, sister,' rejoined the Chief, gaily, 'you don't consider
my respect for LA BELLE PASSION. Evan Dhu Maccombich is in love with
Donald's daughter, Alice, and you cannot expect me to disturb him in his
amours. Why, the whole clan would cry shame on me. You know it is one
of their wise sayings, that a kinsman is part of a man's body, but a
foster-brother is a piece of his heart.'
'Well, Fergus, there is no disputing with you; but I would all this may
end well.'
'Devoutly prayed, my dear and prophetic sister, and the best way in the
world to close a dubious argument.--But hear ye not the pipes, Captain
Waverley? Perhaps you will like better to dance to them in the hall,
than to be deafened with their harmony without taking part in the
exercise they invite us to.'
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