Waverley; or, 'Tis sixty years since — Volume 1Scott, Walter
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Waverley; or, 'Tis sixty years since — Volume 1
Scott, Walter
Historical fiction; Jacobite Rebellion, 1745-1746 -- Fiction; Scotland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
He stopped and addressed several of the inhabitants whom curiosity
had withdrawn from their labour to gaze at him; but at the sound
of his voice, and still more on perceiving the St. George's Cross
in the caps of his followers, they fled, with a loud cry, 'that
the Southrons were returned.' The knight endeavoured to
expostulate with the fugitives, who were chiefly aged men, women,
and children; but their dread of the English name accelerated
their flight, and in a few minutes, excepting the knight and his
attendants, the place was deserted by all. He paced through the
village to seek a shelter for the night, and, despairing to find
one either in the inaccessible tower or the plundered huts of the
peasantry, he directed his course to the left hand, where he spied
a small decent habitation, apparently the abode of a man
considerably above the common rank. After much knocking, the
proprietor at length showed himself at the window, and speaking in
the English dialect, with great signs of apprehension, demanded
their business. The warrior replied that his quality was an
English knight and baron, and that he was travelling to the court
of the King of Scotland on affairs of consequence to both
kingdoms.
'Pardon my hesitation, noble Sir Knight,' said the old man, as he
unbolted and unbarred his doors--'Pardon my hesitation, but we are
here exposed to too many intrusions to admit of our exercising
unlimited and unsuspicious hospitality. What I have is yours; and
God send your mission may bring back peace and the good days of
our old Queen Margaret!'
'Amen, worthy Franklin,' quoth the Knight--'Did you know her?'
'I came to this country in her train,' said the Franklin; 'and the
care of some of her jointure lands which she devolved on me
occasioned my settling here.'
'And how do you, being an Englishman,' said the Knight, 'protect
your life and property here, when one of your nation cannot obtain
a single night's lodging, or a draught of water were he thirsty?'
'Marry, noble sir,' answered the Franklin, 'use, as they say, will
make a man live in a lion's den; and as I settled here in a quiet
time, and have never given cause of offence, I am respected by my
neighbours, and even, as you see, by our FORAYERS from England.'
'I rejoice to hear it, and accept your hospitality. Isabella, my
love, our worthy host will provide you a bed. My daughter, good
Franklin, is ill at ease. We will occupy your house till the
Scottish King shall return from his northern expedition; meanwhile
call me Lord Lacy of Chester.'
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