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
"Our good Sir Robert of Dunrod," said the latter, who was no other than
James V., advancing half-way to meet the Provost, and taking him kindly
and familiarly by the hand as he spoke. "How did'st learn of our
coming?"
"The movements of kings are not easily kept secret," replied Sir Robert,
evasively.
"By St. Bridget, it would seem not," replied James, laughingly. "My
visit to your good city, Sir Robert, I did not mean to be a formal one,
and therefore had mentioned it only to one or two. In truth,
I--I"--added James, with some embarrassment of manner--"I had just one
particular purpose, and that of a private nature, in view. No state
matter at all, Sir Robert--nothing of a public character. So that, to be
plain with you, Sir Robert, I could have dispensed with the honour you
have done me in bringing out these good citizens to receive me; that
being, I presume, your purpose. Not but that I should have been most
happy to meet yourself, Sir Robert; but it was quite unnecessary to
trouble these worthy people."
"It was our bounden duty, your Grace," replied Sir Robert, not at all
disconcerted by this royal damper on his loyalty. "It was our bounden
duty, on learning that your Grace was at Bothwell Castle, and that you
intended visiting our poor town of Glasgow, to acknowledge the favour
in the best way in our power. And these worthy gentlemen and myself
could think of no better than coming out to meet and welcome your
Grace."
"Well, well, since it is so, Sir Robert," replied the king,
good-humouredly, "we shall take the kindness as it is meant. Let us
proceed."
Riding side by side, and followed by their respective parties, James and
the Provost now resumed their progress towards Glasgow, where they
shortly after arrived, and where they were received with noisy
acclamations by the populace, whom rumour had informed of the king's
approach.
On reaching the city, the latter proceeded to the Bishop's Castle,--an
edifice which has long since disappeared, but which at this time stood
on or near the site of the infirmary,--in which he intended taking up
his residence.
Having seen the king within the castle gates, his citizen escort
dispersed, and sought their several homes; going off, in twos and
threes, in different directions.
"Ken ye, Sir Robert, what has brought his Grace here at present?" said
an old wealthy merchant, who had been one of the cavalcade that went to
meet James, and whom the Provost overtook as he was leisurely jogging
down the High Street, on his way home.
"Hem," ejaculated Sir Robert. "Perhaps I have half a guess, Mr, Morton.
The king visits places on very particular sorts of errands sometimes.
His Grace didn't above half thank us for our attendance to-day. He would
rather have got somewhat more quietly into the city; but I had reasons
for desiring it to be otherwise, so did not mind his hints about his
wish for privacy."
"And no doubt he had his reasons for the privacy he hinted at," said Sir
Robert's companion.
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