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
In carrying the young lady to Woodlands, and leaving her there, Sir
Robert, although apparently under the compulsion of circumstances, was
acting advisedly. He knew Henderson to be a man of excellent character
and great respectability; and in the secrecy and mystery he observed, he
sought to preclude all possibility of his interference in the affair
ever reaching the ears of the king. What he had told to old Morton, he
knew would go no further; that person having been an intimate friend of
the young lady's father, and of course interested in all that concerned
her welfare.
The palace of a bishop was not very appropriate quarters for one who
came on such an errand as that which brought James to Glasgow. But this
was a circumstance that did not give much concern to that merry and
somewhat eccentric monarch; and the less so, that the bishop himself
happened to be from home at the time, on a visit to his brother of St.
Andrews.
Having the house thus to himself, James did not hesitate to make as free
use of it as if he had been at Holyrood.
It was not many hours after his arrival at the castle, that he summoned
to his presence a certain trusty attendant of the name of William
Buchanan, and thus schooled him in the duties of a particular mission in
which he desired his services.
"Willie," said the good-humoured monarch, "at the further end of the
Rottenrow of this good city of Glasgow--that is, at the western end of
the said row--there stands a fair mansion on the edge of the brae, and
overlooking the strath of the Clyde. It is the residence of a certain
fair young lady of the name of Craig. Now, Willie, what I desire of you
to do is this: you will go to this young lady from me, carrying her this
gold ring, and say to her that I intend, with her permission, doing
myself the honour of paying her a visit in the course of this afternoon.
"Make your observations, Willie, and let me know how the land lies when
you return. But, pray thee, keep out of the way of our worthy knight of
Dunrod; and if thou shouldst chance to meet him, and he should question
thee, seeing that you wear our livery, breathe no syllable of what thou
art about, otherwise he may prove somewhat troublesome to both of us. At
any rate, to a certainty, he would crop thy ears, Willie; and thou
knowest, king though I be, I could not put them on again, nor give thee
another pair in their stead. So keep those thou hast out of the hands of
Sir Robert Lindsay of Dunrod, I pray thee."
Charged with his mission, Willie, who had been often employed on matters
of this kind before, proceeded to the street with the unsavoury name
already mentioned; but, not knowing exactly where to find the house he
wanted, he looked around him to see if he could see any one to whom he
might apply for information. There happened to be nobody on the street
at the time; but his eye at length fell on an old weaver--as, from the
short green apron he wore, he appeared to be--standing at a door.
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