Volume Iii Part 9 (2/2)
”He is delivered as a knight of most n.o.ble bearing and courtly deportment,” answered the knight in waiting. ”I suppose we must admit him, and hear what he has to say,” said the Warden, again taking his seat.
”O yes. By all means. Let us hear what he has to say,” said d.i.c.kie, sitting down likewise.
As the courtly and athletic form of the Lord Douglas came up the hovel, the Border gentlemen stood all up to receive him, save Sir Ringan, who throwing himself back on his seat, leaned his chin on his hand, and in that indifferent posture awaited till the quality of his guest was made manifest. But no sooner did the voice of Douglas reach his ear, than he rose up to salute and receive him with as much ease as if he had been his daily visitor.
”You are hard of admission, n.o.ble Sir Ringan,” said he, ”thus to let your friends wait at the door of your pavilion, after riding so far in the dark to see you.”
”I am chafed with visitors from both countries every hour of the day, Lord Douglas; many of them coming with complaints which it is out of my power to rectify. I have therefore a sly inquisition established around me, that might haply give your Lords.h.i.+p some interruption. But it was your own blame. Had you announced the name of Douglas, that would have opened a lane for you from my farthest outpost to this chair, which I request you to occupy, while I take my place here at your right hand. You are welcome, n.o.ble Earl of Douglas and Mar, to our rude habitation. There is no man more so, beneath our sovereign lord the King. I give you and your attendants all kind welcome and greeting.”
”You are become as much an accomplished courtier among these wild wastes as you were before an accomplished warrior, Sir Ringan,” said Douglas.
”I always make points of speaking as I am spoken to, drinking as I am drunk to, and going to a battle when sent for,” said the Warden. ”H'm h'm h'm,” neighed d.i.c.kie o' Dryhope, s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up his mouth on one side like a shrew: ”It is all true our Captain tells you, Lord Douglas. That's his rule. Mh? mh? Mh? H'm h'm h'm.” The Douglas cast at d.i.c.kie a curious searching glance from his dark eye that was half hid by a s.h.a.ggy eyebrow; and then turning to Sir Ringan, replied, ”I am heartily glad of it, n.o.ble Baron of Mountcomyn, it having been for that very purpose I sought this interview with you. Sir Ringan Redhough, you must to battle with me to-morrow.”
”With all my heart, my lord,” was the reply.
”Come, that is as it should be. We'll no more of it. We _can_ have no more of it,” said Douglas: ”Let us have a flaggon of your best wine to drink success to our arms.”
The wine was soon produced, with plenty of other good cheer, with which the Warden's camp was then abundantly stored; and the two chiefs conversed together with as much freedom, and as little apparent jealousy with regard to rank or fame, as if they had been two brothers. The Douglas delineated his affairs as in that posture in which success could not fail him; at the same time he admitted the ticklish situation in which he stood, owing to the diversion made by the captain of Berwick, and that without an instant effort he would be inclosed between two fires. Sir Ringan answered, that he had heard of the incursion, and therefore he had drawn his troops down from the dales of Northumberland to support his friend and firm ally in any case of necessity; and he concluded by boldly proffering either to supply the Douglas's place in the blockade, or march to the west, and hold Sir Thomas Musgrave in check. Douglas was delighted to find the crabbed, cross-grained Warden, as he was wont to call him, in such a complaisant humour; and testified that delight by many well-turned compliments and encomiums on his vigilance and gallant support. He got introduced to all the gentlemen of the party, with whom he exchanged civilities, desiring them all to regard him as their friend, and one ready to do them a kindness whenever it lay in his power. ”And now, Sir Ringan, since you hold the taking of the castle of Roxburgh so light,” said he, ”I think it is meet that my men and I should march and give battle to Musgrave. Probably you may have taken possession of that troublesome garrison before we return.”
”If I do, my Lord of Douglas, I take it for myself,” replied Sir Ringan; ”and claim all the privileges, rights, and immunities that were to devolve on you as the reducer of it. Now, if I should take the castle of Roxburgh before your return, I suspect you would find it as hard work to expel me, and these Border warriors of mine, as the half-starved English that you have there already. I have all these brave fellows to hold in beef and malt, my Lord of Douglas; and for their sakes I have laid down a golden rule to walk by, which is, _To do nothing for nothing_. If I take the castle of Roxburgh, I take it for myself and them.”
Douglas, who knew nothing of the prophecy and injunctions from the book of the destinies of men, became more convinced than ever, that the Warden knew of some flaw or some tangible point in the garrison; and if there existed a knowledge of such a thing, he resolved to avail himself of it by any means. He knew Sir Ringan too well to suppose he would confide his secret to him, without a certainty of reaping due advantage; and that, therefore, it behoved to give him a prevailing interest in it. With this view, he answered him, jocularly: ”Though you were to receive all that was promised to me, in the event of my success, you would probably find yourself only a loser by the guerdon.”
”Why, are you not to be made the king's son-in-law,” replied Sir Ringan? ”and thereby the first subject, or rather the first man of the realm; for, by the indolence and retired habits of our sovereign, you would have the whole kingdom at your beck. Call you this nothing, my Lord? Or would it be fair and reasonable,--supposing the thing possible, which I do not pretend to say it is,--that if my warriors and I should put you in possessession of all this power, riches, and honours, would it be fair, I say, that we should be again turned out to these Border wastes, to live by our s.h.i.+fts, without reaping any thing of the benefit?”
”Should you take the castle for me, in my absence, n.o.ble Sir Ringan, your reward shall be of your own naming.”
”Would it not be better, Lord Douglas, that the reward were settled before-hand; and, then, I lose or gain at my own risk and peril. If I deliver you no produce, I ask no pay.”
”And what is the reward Sir Ringan would ask for such a piece of incalculable service?”
”My choice of seven baronies on the West Border, to divide amongst these gentlemen commoners, to whose support I owe every thing.”
”You are a master worth serving, brave Sir Ringan. But such a grant would break my power on the Border for ever.”
”It is that your power on the Border _may not_ be broken for ever, Lord Douglas, that I make the proffer. I am safer without the venture. But you are a day's march nearer to the English army,--draw off your men silently before the break of day, and march against it. I shall supply your place at the blockade, to the west of the castle, without loss of time, and answer to you at your return for all ingress or egress that takes place in that division. If Sir Thomas proves hard for you, you have only to keep your men together, and fall back toward the entrenchments. You shall find you have some good back-friends there.”
Douglas had determined on no account to let this proffer of the Warden's ingenious head and powerful arm in the taking of the fortress pa.s.s without trial; so, without more ado, he called for the friar's tablets, and made out a grant to Sir Ringan, in free present, of the barony and lands of Gilterscleuch, and his choice of seven of the best baronies belonging to the house of Douglas in the districts adjoining to the West Border, in the event of his putting James, Lord of Douglas and Mar, in full possession of the castle of Roxburgh. This grant signed and sealed, the Douglas departed, after pledging the Warden and his friends in a hearty stirrup cup, both chiefs being alike well pleased with the agreement they had entered into. The Douglas posted back to Roxburgh, and reached it just in time to put the western division of his army in motion at break of day; while Sir Ringan made his musters by the light of the moon, and marched off to the siege of Roxburgh.
CHAPTER VII.
Aboon his skins he sat and rockit, And fiercely up his bonnet c.o.c.kit; Then at ha' doors he crousely knockit Withouten dread, Till wives and bairns around him flockit, But now he's dead.
Then he wad claw, and he wad hustle, Till all the skins played rap and rustle; While up his thighs, wi' devilish bustle, Ran mony a ked; Now they hae lost their eume and gustle, Sin' Robin's dead.
De'il on the yaud, that I should ban!
That brak the neck of sic ane man; Now wha will wucked dames traupan Wi' siccan speed?
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