Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"Had I been asking for myself," rejoined the horseman, "I should not
have complained of your wariness; but surely you won't be so churlish as
refuse quarters to a lady on such a night as this. She can scarce retain
her seat on the saddle. Besides, you shall be handsomely paid for any
trouble you may be put to."
"Oh do, good sir, allow me to remain with you for the night, for I am
indeed very much fatigued," came up to the ear of Henderson, in feeble
but silvery tones, from the fair companion of the horseman, with the
addition, after a short pause, of "You shall be well rewarded for the
kindness."
At a loss what to do, Henderson made no immediate reply, but, scratching
his head, withdrew from the window a moment to consult his wife.
Learning that there was a lady in the case, and judging from this
circumstance that no violence or mischief of any kind was likely to be
intended, the latter agreed, although still with some reluctance, to her
husband's suggestion that the benighted travellers should be admitted.
On this resolution being come to, Henderson returned to the window, and
thrusting out his head, exclaimed, "Wait there a moment, and I will
admit you."
In the next instant he had unbarred the outer door, and had stepped out
to assist the lady in dismounting; but was anticipated in this courtesy
by her companion, who had already placed her on the ground.
"Shall I put up your horse, sir?" said Henderson, addressing the
stranger, but now with more deference than before; as, from his dress
and manner, which he had now an opportunity of observing more closely,
he had no doubt he was a man of rank.
"Oh no, thank you, friend," replied the latter. "My business is
pressing, and I must go on; but allow me to recommend this fair lady to
your kindest attention. To-morrow I will return and carry her away."
Saying this, he again threw himself on his horse--a noble-looking
charger--took bridle in hand, struck his spurs into his side, and
regardless of all obstacles, and of the profound darkness of the night,
darted off with the speed of the wind.
In an instant after, both horse and rider were lost in the gloom; but
their furious career might for some time be tracked, even after they had
disappeared, by the streams of fire which poured from the fierce
collision of the horse's hoofs with the stony road over which he was
tearing his way with such desperate velocity.
Henderson in the meantime had conducted his fair charge into the house,
and had consigned her to the care of his wife, who had now risen for the
purpose of attending her.
A servant having been also called up, a cheerful fire soon blazed on the
hearth of the best apartment in the house--that into which the strange
lady had been ushered.
The kind-hearted farmer's wife now also supplied her fair guest with dry
clothing and other necessaries, and did everything in her power to
render her as comfortable as possible.
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