Volume Iii Part 1 (1/2)
The Three Perils of Man.
Vol. 3.
by James Hogg.
CHAP. I.
And he said unto Satan; whence comest thou?
And he answered, and said, thou knowest it is true, That I come from wandering on the earth, And from going to and fro on it, Like a masterless dog, with my bow-wow-wow.
_Zach. Boyd's Bible._
At the very time they were disputing about the right of Tam to proceed with his tale, their ears were astounded by a loud hollo! at the gate.
Every man's heart leaped for joy, and every one was instantly on his feet; but Charlie was first on the platform, and answered the hollo!
with full stentorian voice. The same voice called again,
”A Bellandine.”
”Where bye?” answered Charlie.
”By the moon,” said the voice.
”And the seven stars!” rejoined Yardbire, clapping his hands, and shouting for joy, ”The Warden for ever! My chief for ever! He is the man that cares for his own! Ah! he is the n.o.ble master.”
Charlie well knew the voice that hailed him. It was that of his friend and companion in arms, Dan Chisholm, whom the Warden had indeed despatched all the way from Northumberland to Aikwood, to see what was become of his emba.s.sy, with six-and-twenty chosen troopers. Charlie Scott's arm was a bulwark of strength, and his breast a tower of fidelity, the value of which Sir Ringan knew how to estimate, while his acts of kindness and regard made a deep impression on Charlie's honest unsophisticated heart; and before he would say a word about the situation of either himself or his a.s.sociates, he caused Dan to inform him of the Warden's fortune and success in their absence. Being satisfied concerning these, he called out,
”What ither uncos, Dan? What mair news are come out?”
”O, G.o.d s.h.i.+eld you!” cried Dan, ”Do nae ye ken that the world's amaist turned up-side-down sin ye left us? The trees hae turned their wrang ends upmost--the waters hae drowned the towns, and the hills hae been rent asunder and riddled up like heaps o' chaff. 'Tis thought that there has been a siege o' h.e.l.l, and that the citadel has been won, for the deils are a' broken loose and rinning jabbering through the land. They hae been seen, and they hae been heard; and nae man kens what's to be the issue, or what's to fa' out neist.”
”Blaw lown, Dan; ye dinna ken wha may hear ye,” said Charlie. ”We hae had hand in these matter oursels: But for the sake of a' that's dear to you and to us bring gavelocks and ern mells, pinching-bars, and howies, and break open every gate, bar, and door in this castle; for here are we a' imprisoned on the top of it, and famis.h.i.+ng to dead wi'
hunger and starvation.”
”That I will do wi' a' expedition,” answered Dan. ”It is a shame for the master of the castle to imprison his kinsmen's friends, who came to him in peace and good fellows.h.i.+p. What strength of opposition holds he?”
”Nane, good Chisholm, but these gates. The great Master is himself a prisoner, and suffering with us.”
”That dings a'!” said Dan; ”I canna understand it! But its a' ane for that; ye maunna stay there. I shall gar his gates flee a' into as mony flinders as there are hairs on his grey beard.”
”If you demolish one bar of these gates, young man,” cried the Master fiercely, ”you do it at your peril.”
”So I do, and so I will,” answered Dan: ”Either bring down my friends and companions to me this instant, or--I have orders,--and here goes.”
”Man of mystery and of misery, what dost thou mean?” said the friar.
”Lo I have saved thy life; and if thou refusest to let us escape from the face of death, I will even throw thee from the top of thy tower, and thy blood shall be sprinkled on the wall.”
The Master gave him a fierce look, but made no reply. As he strode the battlement, however, he muttered to himself with great violence, ”Does the Christian dog dare to beard me thus? To what am I fallen? I am fallen low, but not to this. And not to know what I am! nor what power remains with me? Would that I were in the midst of my arcana and of the spirits once more! Young warrior, use your liberty. Break up and demolish. Set us all free, and see who is the profiter.”
Dan scarcely needed such permission. He and twenty others had each a stone of at least half his own weight heaved on his shoulder, which, at a given signal, they all dashed on the gate at once. The bars bent, but nothing gave way; and it was not before the twentieth broadside, in the same irresistible style, that the cross bars became like a bow and the lock slipped. As for the large bolt, one of the men had climbed over the counterguard on the shoulders of the rest and drawn it. When they came to the gate of the castle, entrance seemed hopeless. It was stedfast and immoveable, the door being double. Dan bellowed for the porter, and asked those on the top what was become of him; but none made answer to his rash question. After waiting a while for it, with his face placed horizontally, he muttered to himself, ”Aha! mum there! He has gane nae gude gate, I'll warrant him. It's a queer place this, an' as queer folk about it.”