Waverley; or, 'Tis sixty years since — CompleteScott, Walter
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Waverley; or, 'Tis sixty years since — Complete
Scott, Walter
Historical fiction; Jacobite Rebellion, 1745-1746 -- Fiction; Scotland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
But as Jinker was entered full sail upon the pedigree of Balmawhapple's
mare, having already got as far as great-grandsire and great-grand-dam,
and while Waverley was watching for an opportunity to obtain from him
intelligence of more interest, the noble captain checked his horse
until they came up, and then, without directly appearing to notice
Edward, said sternly to the genealogist, 'I thought, lieutenant, my
orders were preceese, that no one should speak to the prisoner?'
The metamorphosed horse-dealer was silenced of course, and slunk to the
rear, where he consoled himself by entering into a vehement dispute
upon the price of hay with a farmer who had reluctantly followed his
laird to the field rather than give up his farm, whereof the lease had
just expired. Waverley was therefore once more consigned to silence,
foreseeing that further attempts at conversation with any of the party
would only give Balmawhapple a wished-for opportunity to display the
insolence of authority, and the sulky spite of a temper naturally
dogged, and rendered more so by habits of low indulgence and the
incense of servile adulation.
In about two hours' time the party were near the Castle of Stirling,
over whose battlements the union flag was brightened as it waved in the
evening sun. To shorten his journey, or perhaps to display his
importance and insult the English garrison, Balmawhapple, inclining to
the right, took his route through the royal park, which reaches to and
surrounds the rock upon which the fortress is situated.
With a mind more at ease Waverley could not have failed to admire the
mixture of romance and beauty which renders interesting the scene
through which he was now passing--the field which had been the scene of
the tournaments of old--the rock from which the ladies beheld the
contest, while each made vows for the success of some favourite
knight--the towers of the Gothic church, where these vows might be
paid--and, surmounting all, the fortress itself, at once a castle and
palace, where valour received the prize from royalty, and knights and
dames closed the evening amid the revelry of the dance, the song, and
the feast. All these were objects fitted to arouse and interest a
romantic imagination.
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