Part 23 (1/2)
”Hear me, foul hag,” said the Lady Lochleven,--”but what avails speaking to thee?--Bring Dryfesdale hither, and let them be confronted together.”
”You may spare your retainers the labour,” replied Magdalen Graeme. ”I came not here to be confronted with a base groom, nor to answer the interrogatories of James's heretical leman--I came to speak with the Queen of Scotland--Give place there!”
And while the Lady Lochleven stood confounded at her boldness, and at the reproach she had cast upon her, Magdalen Graeme strode past her into the bedchamber of the Queen, and, kneeling on the floor, made a salutation as if, in the Oriental fas.h.i.+on, she meant to touch the earth with her forehead.
”Hail, Princess!” she said, ”hail, daughter of many a King, but graced above them all in that thou art called to suffer for the true faith--hail to thee, the pure gold of whose crown has been tried in the seven-times heated furnace of affliction--hear the comfort which G.o.d and Our Lady send thee by the mouth of thy unworthy servant.--But first”--and stooping her head she crossed herself repeatedly, and, still upon her knees, appeared to be rapidly reciting some formula of devotion.
”Seize her, and drag her to the ma.s.sy-more!--to the deepest dungeon with the sorceress, whose master, the Devil, could alone have inspired her with boldness enough to insult the mother of Douglas in his own castle!”
Thus spoke the incensed Lady of Lochleven, but the physician presumed to interpose.
”I pray of you, honoured madam, she be permitted to take her course without interruption. Peradventure we shall learn something concerning the nostrum she hath ventured, contrary to law and the rules of art, to adhibit to these ladies, through the medium of the steward Dryfesdale.”
”For a fool,” replied the Lady of Lochleven, ”thou hast counselled wisely--I will bridle my resentment till their conference be over.”
”G.o.d forbid, honoured Lady,” said Doctor Lundin, ”that you should suppress it longer--nothing may more endanger the frame of your honoured body; and truly, if there be witchcraft in this matter, it is held by the vulgar, and even by solid authors on Demonology, that three scruples of the ashes of the witch, when she hath been well and carefully burned at a stake, is a grand Catholicon in such matter, even as they prescribe crinis canis rabidi, a hair of the dog that bit the patient, in cases of hydrophobia. I warrant neither treatment, being out of the regular practice of the schools; but, in the present case, there can be little harm in trying the conclusion upon this old necromancer and quacksalver-fiat experimentum (as we say) in corpore vili.”
”Peace, fool!” said the Lady, ”she is about to speak.”
At that moment Magdalen Graeme arose from her knees, and turned her countenance on the Queen, at the same time advancing her foot, extending her arm, and a.s.suming the mien and att.i.tude of a Sibyl in frenzy. As her gray hair floated back from beneath her coif, and her eye gleamed fire from under its s.h.a.ggy eyebrow, the effect of her expressive though emaciated features, was heightened by an enthusiasm approaching to insanity, and her appearance struck with awe all who were present. Her eyes for a time glanced wildly around as if seeking for something to aid her in collecting her powers of expression, and her lips had a nervous and quivering motion, as those of one who would fain speak, yet rejects as inadequate the words which present themselves. Mary herself caught the infection as if by a sort of magnetic influence, and raising herself from her bed, without being able to withdraw her eyes from those of Magdalen, waited as if for the oracle of a Pythoness. She waited not long, for no sooner had the enthusiast collected herself, than her gaze became instantly steady, her features a.s.sumed a determined energy, and when she began to speak, the words flowed from her with a profuse fluency, which might have pa.s.sed for inspiration, and which, perhaps, she herself mistook for such.
”Arise,” she said, ”Queen of France and of England! Arise, Lioness of Scotland, and be not dismayed though the nets of the hunters have encircled thee! Stoop not to feign with the false ones, whom thou shall soon meet in the field. The issue of battle is with the G.o.d of armies, but by battle thy cause shall be tried. Lay aside, then, the arts of lower mortals, and a.s.sume those which become a Queen! True defender of the only true faith, the armoury of heaven is open to thee! Faithful daughter of the Church, take the keys of St. Peter, to bind and to loose!--Royal Princess of the land, take the sword of St. Paul, to smite and to shear! There is darkness in thy destiny;--but not in these towers, not under the rule of their haughty mistress, shall that destiny be closed--In other lands the lioness may crouch to the power of the tigress, but not in her own--not in Scotland shall the Queen of Scotland long remain captive--nor is the fate of the royal Stuart in the hands of the traitor Douglas. Let the Lady of Lochleven double her bolts and deepen her dungeons, they shall not retain thee--each element shall give thee its a.s.sistance ere thou shalt continue captive--the land shall lend its earthquakes, the water its waves, the air its tempests, the fire its devouring flames, to desolate this house, rather than it shall continue the place of thy captivity.--Hear this, and tremble, all ye who fight against the light, for she says it, to whom it hath been a.s.sured!”
She was silent, and the astonished physician said, ”If there was ever an Energumene, or possessed demoniac, in our days, there is a devil speaking with that woman's tongue!”
”Practice,” said the Lady of Lochleven, recovering her surprise; ”here is all practice and imposture--To the dungeon with her!”
”Lady of Lochleven,” said Mary, arising from her bed, and coming forward with her wonted dignity, ”ere you make arrest on any one in our presence, hear me but one word. I have done you some wrong--I believed you privy to the murderous purpose of your va.s.sal, and I deceived you in suffering you to believe it had taken effect. I did you wrong, Lady of Lochleven, for I perceive your purpose to aid me was sincere. We tasted not of the liquid, nor are we now sick, save that we languish for our freedom.”
”It is avowed like Mary of Scotland,” said Magdalen Graeme; ”and know, besides, that had the Queen drained the drought to the dregs, it was harmless as the water from a sainted spring. Trow ye, proud woman,” she added, addressing herself to the Lady of Lochleven, ”that I--I--would have been the wretch to put poison into the hands of a servant or va.s.sal of the house of Lochleven, knowing whom that house contained? as soon would I have furnished drug to slay my own daughter!”
”Am I thus bearded in mine own castle?” said the Lady; ”to the dungeon with her!--she shall abye what is due to the vender of poisons and practiser of witchcraft.”
”Yet hear me for an instant, Lady of Lochleven,” said Mary; ”and do you,” to Magdalen, ”be silent at my command.--Your steward, lady, has by confession attempted my life, and those of my household, and this woman hath done her best to save them, by furnis.h.i.+ng him with what was harmless, in place of the fatal drugs which he expected. Methinks I propose to you but a fair exchange when I say I forgive your va.s.sal with all my heart, and leave vengeance to G.o.d, and to his conscience, so that you also forgive the boldness of this woman in your presence; for we trust you do not hold it as a crime, that she subst.i.tuted an innocent beverage for the mortal poison which was to have drenched our cup.”
”Heaven forfend, madam,” said the Lady, ”that I should account that a crime which saved the house of Douglas from a foul breach of honour and hospitality! We have written to our son touching our va.s.sal's delict, and he must abide his doom, which will most likely be death. Touching this woman, her trade is d.a.m.nable by Scripture, and is mortally punished by the wise laws of our ancestry--she also must abide her doom.”
”And have I then,” said the Queen, ”no claim on the house of Lochleven for the wrong I hare so nearly suffered within their walls? I ask but in requital, the life of a frail and aged woman, whose brain, as yourself may judge, seems somewhat affected by years and suffering.”
”If the Lady Mary,” replied the inflexible Lady of Lochleven, ”hath been menaced with wrong in the house of Douglas, it may be regarded as some compensation, that her complots have cost that house the exile of a valued son.”
”Plead no more for me, my gracious Sovereign,” said Magdalen Graeme, ”nor abase yourself to ask so much as a gray hair of my head at her hands. I knew the risk at which I served my Church and my Queen, and was ever prompt to pay my poor life as the ransom. It is a comfort to think, that in slaying me, or in restraining my freedom, or even in injuring that single gray hair, the house, whose honour she boasts so highly, will have filled up the measure of their shame by the breach of their solemn written a.s.surance of safety.”--And taking from her bosom a paper, she handed it to the Queen.
”It is a solemn a.s.surance of safety in life and limb,” said Queen Mary, ”with s.p.a.ce to come and go, under the hand and seal of the Chamberlain of Kinross, granted to Magdalen Graeme, commonly called Mother Nicneven, in consideration of her consenting to put herself, for the s.p.a.ce of twenty-four hours, if required, within the iron gate of the Castle of Lochleven.”
”Knave!” said the Lady, turning to the Chamberlain, ”how dared you grant her such a protection?”
”It was by your Ladys.h.i.+p's orders, transmitted by Randal, as he can bear witness,” replied Doctor Lundin; ”nay, I am only like the pharmacopolist, who compounds the drugs after the order of the mediciner.”
”I remember--I remember,” answered the Lady; ”but I meant the a.s.surance only to be used in case, by residing in another jurisdiction, she could not have been apprehended under our warrant.”
”Nevertheless,” said the Queen, ”the Lady of Lochleven is bound by the action of her deputy in granting the a.s.surance.”
”Madam,” replied the Lady, ”the house of Douglas have never broken their safe-conduct, and never will--too deeply did they suffer by such a breach of trust, exercised on themselves, when your Grace's ancestor, the second James, in defiance of the rights of hospitality, and of his own written a.s.surance of safety, poniarded the brave Earl of Douglas with his own hand, and within two yards of the social board, at which he had just before sat the King of Scotland's honoured guest.”
”Methinks,” said the Queen, carelessly, ”in consideration of so very recent and enormous a tragedy, which I think only chanced some six-score years agone, the Dougla.s.ses should have shown themselves less tenacious of the company of their sovereigns, than you, Lady of Lochleven, seem to be of mine.”
”Let Randal,” said the Lady, ”take the hag back to Kinross, and set her at full liberty, discharging her from our bounds in future, on peril of her head.--And let your wisdom,” to the Chamberlain, ”keep her company. And fear not for your character, though I send you in such company; for, granting her to be a witch, it would be a waste of f.a.gots to burn you for a wizard.”
The crest-fallen Chamberlain was preparing to depart; but Magdalen Graeme, collecting herself, was about to reply, when the Queen interposed, saying, ”Good mother, we heartily thank you for your unfeigned zeal towards our person, and pray you, as our liege-woman, that you abstain from whatever may lead you into personal danger; and, farther, it is our will that you depart without a word of farther parley with any one in this castle. For thy present guerdon, take this small reliquary--it was given to us by our uncle the Cardinal, and hath had the benediction of the Holy Father himself;--and now depart in peace and in silence.--For you, learned sir,” continued the Queen, advancing to the Doctor, who made his reverence in a manner doubly embarra.s.sed by the awe of the Queen's presence, which made him fear to do too little, and by the apprehension of his lady's displeasure, in case he should chance to do too much--”for you, learned sir, as it was not your fault, though surely our own good fortune, that we did not need your skill at this time, it would not become us, however circ.u.mstanced, to suffer our leech to leave us without such guerdon as we can offer.”
With these words, and with the grace which never forsook her, though, in the present case, there might lurk under it a little gentle ridicule, she offered a small embroidered purse to the Chamberlain, who, with extended hand and arched back, his learned face stooping until a physiognomist might have practised the metoposcopical science upon it, as seen from behind betwixt his gambadoes, was about to accept of the professional recompense offered by so fair as well as ill.u.s.trious a hand. But the Lady interposed, and, regarding the Chamberlain, said aloud, ”No servant of our house, without instantly relinquis.h.i.+ng that character, and incurring withal our highest displeasure, shall dare receive any gratuity at the hand of the Lady Mary.”
Sadly and slowly the Chamberlain raised his depressed stature into the perpendicular att.i.tude, and left the apartment dejectedly, followed by Magdalen Graeme, after, with mute but expressive gesture, she had kissed the reliquary with which the Queen had presented her, and, raising her clasped hands and uplifted eyes towards Heaven, had seemed to entreat a benediction upon the royal dame. As she left the castle, and went towards the quay where the boat lay, Roland Graeme, anxious to communicate with her if possible, threw himself in her way, and might have succeeded in exchanging a few words with her, as she was guarded only by the dejected Chamberlain and his halberdiers, but she seemed to have taken, in its most strict and literal acceptation, the command to be silent which she had received from the Queen; for, to the repeated signs of her grandson, she only replied by laying her finger on her lip. Dr. Lundin was not so reserved. Regret for the handsome gratuity, and for the compulsory task of self-denial imposed on him, had grieved the spirit of that worthy officer and learned mediciner--”Even thus, my friend,” said he, squeezing the page's hand as he bade him farewell, ”is merit rewarded. I came to cure this unhappy Lady--and I profess she well deserves the trouble, for, say what they will of her, she hath a most winning manner, a sweet voice, a gracious smile, and a most majestic wave of her hand. If she was not poisoned, say, my dear Master Roland, was that fault of mine, I being ready to cure her if she had?--and now I am denied the permission to accept my well-earned honorarium--O Galen! O Hippocrates! is the graduate's cap and doctor's scarlet brought to this pa.s.s! Frustra fatigamus remediis aegros!”
He wiped his eyes, stepped on the gunwale, and the boat pushed off from the sh.o.r.e, and went merrily across the lake, which was dimpled by the summer wind. [Footnote: A romancer, to use a Scottish phrase, wants but a hair to make a tether of. The whole detail of the steward's supposed conspiracy against the life of Mary, is grounded upon an expression in one of her letters, which affirms, that Jasper Dryfesdale, one of the Laird of Lochleven's servants, had threatened to murder William Douglas, (for his share in the Queen's escape,) and averred that he would plant a dagger in Mary's own heart.--CHALMER'S Life of Queen Mary, vol. i. p. 278.]
Chapter the Thirty-Third.
Death distant?--No, alas! he's ever with us, And shakes the dart at us in all our actings: He lurks within our cup, while we're in health; Sits by our sick-bed, mocks our medicines; We cannot walk, or sit, or ride, or travel, But Death is by to seize us when he lists. THE SPANISH FATHER.
From the agitating scene in the Queen's presence-chamber, the Lady of Lochleven retreated to her own apartment, and ordered the steward to be called before her.
”Have they not disarmed thee, Dryfesdale?” she said, on seeing him enter, accoutred, as usual, with sword and dagger.
”No!” replied the old man; ”how should they?--Your ladys.h.i.+p, when you commanded me to ward, said nought of laying down my arms; and, I think none of your menials, without your order, or your son's, dare approach Jasper Dryfesdale for such a purpose.--Shall I now give up my sword to you?--it is worth little now, for it has fought for your house till it is worn down to old iron, like the pantler's old chipping knife.”
”You have attempted a deadly crime--poison under trust.”
”Under trust?--hem!--I know not what your ladys.h.i.+p thinks of it, but the world without thinks the trust was given you even for that very end; and you would have been well off had it been so ended as I proposed, and you neither the worse nor the wiser.”
”Wretch!” exclaimed the lady, ”and fool as well as villain, who could not even execute the crime he had planned!”
”I bid as fair for it as man could,” replied Dryfesdale; ”I went to a woman--a witch and a Papist--If I found not poison, it was because it was otherwise predestined. I tried fair for it; but the half-done job may be clouted, if you will.”
”Villain! I am even now about to send off an express messenger to my son, to take order how thou shouldst be disposed of. Prepare thyself for death, if thou canst.”
”He that looks on death, Lady,” answered Dryfesdale, ”as that which he may not shun, and which has its own fixed and certain hour, is ever prepared for it. He that is hanged in May will eat no flaunes [footnote: Pancakes] in midsummer--so there is the moan made for the old serving-man. But whom, pray I, send you on so fair an errand?”
”There will be no lack of messengers,” answered his mistress.
”By my hand, but there will,” replied the old man; ”your castle is but poorly manned, considering the watches that you must keep, having this charge--There is the warder, and two others, whom you discarded for tampering with Master George; then for the warder's tower, the bailie, the donjon--five men mount each guard, and the rest must sleep for the most part in their clothes. To send away another man, were to hara.s.s the sentinels to death--unthrifty misuse for a household. To take in new soldiers were dangerous, the charge requiring tried men. I see but one thing for it--I will do your errand to Sir William Douglas myself.”
”That were indeed a resource!--And on what day within twenty years would it be done?” said the Lady.