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
that the attachment and courage of the chiefs and gentlemen are not to
be doubted; and that, as they will be in the midst of the enemy, their
clansmen will as surely follow them; in fine, that having drawn the
sword we should throw away the scabbard, and trust our cause to battle
and to the God of battles. Will Mr. Waverley favour us with his opinion
in these arduous circumstances?'
Waverley coloured high betwixt pleasure and modesty at the distinction
implied in this question, and answered, with equal spirit and
readiness, that he could not venture to offer an opinion as derived
from military skill, but that the counsel would be far the most
acceptable to him which should first afford him an opportunity to
evince his zeal in his Royal Highness's service.
'Spoken like a Waverley!' answered Charles Edward; 'and that you may
hold a rank in some degree corresponding to your name, allow me,
instead of the captain's commission which you have lost, to offer you
the brevet rank of major in my service, with the advantage of acting as
one of my aides-de-camp until you can be attached to a regiment, of
which I hope several will be speedily embodied.'
'Your Royal Highness will forgive me,' answered Waverley (for his
recollection turned to Balmawhapple and his scanty troop), 'if I
decline accepting any rank until the time and place where I may have
interest enough to raise a sufficient body of men to make my command
useful to your Royal Highness's service. In the meanwhile, I hope for
your permission to serve as a volunteer under my friend Fergus
Mac-Ivor.'
'At least,' said the Prince, who was obviously pleased with this
proposal, 'allow me the pleasure of arming you after the Highland
fashion.' With these words, he unbuckled the broadsword which he wore,
the belt of which was plaited with silver, and the steel basket-hilt
richly and curiously inlaid. 'The blade,' said the Prince, 'is a
genuine Andrea Ferrara; it has been a sort of heir-loom in our family;
but I am convinced I put it into better hands than my own, and will add
to it pistols of the same workmanship. Colonel Mac-Ivor, you must have
much to say to your friend; I will detain you no longer from your
private conversation; but remember we expect you both to attend us in
the evening. It may be perhaps the last night we may enjoy in these
halls, and as we go to the field with a clear conscience, we will spend
the eve of battle merrily.'
Thus licensed, the Chief and Waverley left the presence-chamber.
CHAPTER XLI
THE MYSTERY BEGINS TO BE CLEARED UP
'How do you like him?' was Fergus's first question, as they descended
the large stone staircase.
'A prince to live and die under' was Waverley's enthusiastic answer.
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