Part 8 (2/2)
”And shall I be permitted, my lord, to read these doc.u.ments, or must I, allured by my confidence in those who present them to me, sign them with my eyes shut?”
”No, madam,” Ruthven returned; ”the Secret Council desire, on the contrary, that you acquaint yourself with them, for you must sign them freely.”
”Read me these doc.u.ments, my lord; for such a reading is, I think, included in the strange duties you have accepted.”
Lord Ruthven took one of the two papers that he had in his hand, and read with the impa.s.siveness of his usual voice the following:
”Summoned from my tenderest youth to the government of the kingdom and to the crown of Scotland, I have carefully attended to the administration; but I have experienced so much fatigue and trouble that I no longer find my mind free enough nor my strength great enough to support the burden of affairs of State: accordingly, and as Divine favour has granted us a son whom we desire to see during our lifetime bear the crown which he has acquired by right of birth, we have resolved to abdicate, and we abdicate in his favour, by these presents, freely and voluntarily, all our rights to the crown and to the government of Scotland, desiring that he may immediately ascend the throne, as if he were called to it by our natural death, and not as the effect of our own will; and that our present abdication may have a more complete and solemn effect, and that no one should put forward the claim of ignorance, we give full powers to our trusty and faithful cousins, the lords Lindsay of Byres and William Ruthven, to appear in our name before the n.o.bility, the clergy, and the burgesses of Scotland, of whom they will convoke an a.s.sembly at Stirling, and to there renounce, publicly and solemnly, on our part, all our claims to the crown and to the government of Scotland.
”Signed freely and as the testimony of one of our last royal wishes, in our castle of Lochleven, the ___ June 1567”. (The date was left blank.)
There was a moment's silence after this reading, then
”Did you hear, madam?” asked Ruthven.
”Yes,” replied Mary Stuart,-”yes, I have heard rebellious words that I have not understood, and I thought that my ears, that one has tried to accustom for some time to a strange language, still deceived me, and that I have thought for your honour, my lord William Ruthven, and my lord Lindsay of Byres.”
”Madam,” answered Lindsay, out of patience at having kept silence so long, ”our honour has nothing to do with the opinion of a woman who has so ill known how to watch over her own.”
”My lord!” said Melville, risking a word.
”Let him speak, Robert,” returned the queen. ”We have in our conscience armour as well tempered as that with which Lord Lindsay is so prudently covered, although, to the shame of justice, we no longer have a sword.
Continue, my lord,” the queen went on, turning to Lord Ruthven: ”is this all that my subjects require of me? A date and a signature? Ah!
doubtless it is too little; and this second paper, which you have kept in order to proceed by degrees, probably contains some demand more difficult to grant than that of yielding to a child scarcely a year old a crown which belongs to me by birthright, and to abandon my sceptre to take a distaff.”
”This other paper,” replied Ruthven, without letting himself be intimidated by the tone of bitter irony adopted by the queen, ”is the deed by which your Grace confirms the decision of the Secret Council which has named your beloved brother, the Earl of Murray, regent of the kingdom.”
”Indeed!” said Mary. ”The Secret Council thinks it needs my confirmation to an act of such slight importance? And my beloved brother, to bear it without remorse, needs that it should be I who add a fresh t.i.tle to those of Earl of Mar and of Murray that I have already bestowed upon him? But one cannot desire anything more respectful and touching than all this, and I should be very wrong to complain. My lords,” continued the queen, rising and changing her tone, ”return to those who have sent you, and tell them that to such demands Mary Stuart has no answer to give.”
”Take care, madam,” responded Ruthven; ”for I have told you it is only on these conditions that your pardon can be granted you.”
”And if I refuse this generous pardon,” asked Mary, ”what will happen?”
”I cannot p.r.o.nounce beforehand, madam; but your Grace has enough knowledge of the laws, and above all of the history of Scotland and England, to know that murder and adultery are crimes for which more than one queen has been punished with death.”
”And upon what proofs could such a charge be founded, my lord? Pardon my persistence, which takes up your precious time; but I am sufficiently interested in the matter to be permitted such a question.”
”The proof, madam?” returned Ruthven. ”There is but one, I know; but that one is unexceptionable: it is the precipitate marriage of the widow of the a.s.sa.s.sinated with the chief a.s.sa.s.sin, and the letters which have been handed over to us by James Balfour, which prove that the guilty persons had united their adulterous hearts before it was permitted them to unite their b.l.o.o.d.y hands.”
”My lord,” cried the queen, ”do you forget a certain repast given in an Edinburgh tavern, by this same Bothwell, to those same n.o.blemen who treat him to-day as an adulterer and a murderer; do you forget that at the end of that meal, and on the same table at which it had been given, a paper was signed to invite that same woman, to whom to-day you make the haste of her new wedding a crime, to leave off a widow's mourning to rea.s.sume a marriage robe? for if you have forgotten it, my lords, which would do no more honour to your sobriety than to your memory, I undertake to show it to you, I who have preserved it; and perhaps if we search well we shall find among the signatures the names of Lindsay of Byres and William Ruthven. O n.o.ble Lord Herries,” cried Mary, ”loyal James Melville, you alone were right then, when you threw yourselves at my feet, entreating me not to conclude this marriage, which, I see it clearly to-day, was only a trap set for an ignorant woman by perfidious advisers or disloyal lords.”
”Madam,” cried Ruthven, in spite of his cold impa.s.sivity beginning to lose command of himself, while Lindsay was giving still more noisy and less equivocal signs of impatience, ”madam, all these discussions are beside our aim: I beg you to return to it, then, and inform us if, your life and honour guaranteed, you consent to abdicate the crown of Scotland.”
”And what safeguard should I have that the promises you here make me will be kept?”
”Our word, madam,” proudly replied Ruthven.
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