Part 10 (1/2)
However, I am to obey commands.--There comes the liquor; put it down, my good old lady.”
He decanted about one-half of a quart bottle of claret into a wooden quaigh or bicker, and took it off at a draught.
”You did your good wine injustice, my friend;--it's better than your brandy, though that's good too. Will you pledge me to the king's health?”
”With pleasure,” said Milnwood, ”in ale,--but I never drink claret, and keep only a very little for some honoured friends.”
”Like me, I suppose,” said Bothwell; and then, pus.h.i.+ng the bottle to Henry, he said, ”Here, young man, pledge you the king's health.”
Henry filled a moderate gla.s.s in silence, regardless of the hints and pushes of his uncle, which seemed to indicate that he ought to have followed his example, in preferring beer to wine.
”Well,” said Bothwell, ”have ye all drank the toast?--What is that old wife about? Give her a gla.s.s of brandy, she shall drink the king's health, by”--”If your honour pleases,” said Cuddie, with great stolidity of aspect, ”this is my mither, stir; and she's as deaf as Corra-linn; we canna mak her hear day nor door; but if your honour pleases, I am ready to drink the king's health for her in as mony gla.s.ses of brandy as ye think neshessary.”
”I dare swear you are,” answered Bothwell; ”you look like a fellow that would stick to brandy--help thyself, man; all's free where'er I come.-- Tom, help the maid to a comfortable cup, though she's but a dirty jilt neither. Fill round once more--Here's to our n.o.ble commander, Colonel Graham of Claverhouse!--What the devil is the old woman groaning for? She looks as very a whig as ever sate on a hill-side--Do you renounce the Covenant, good woman?”
”Whilk Covenant is your honour meaning? Is it the Covenant of Works, or the Covenant of Grace?” said Cuddie, interposing.
”Any covenant; all covenants that ever were hatched,” answered the trooper.
”Mither,” cried Cuddie, affecting to speak as to a deaf person, ”the gentleman wants to ken if ye will renunce the Covenant of Works?”
”With all my heart, Cuddie,” said Mause, ”and pray that my feet may be delivered from the snare thereof.”
”Come,” said Bothwell, ”the old dame has come more frankly off than I expected. Another cup round, and then we'll proceed to business.--You have all heard, I suppose, of the horrid and barbarous murder committed upon the person of the Archbishop of St Andrews, by ten or eleven armed fanatics?”
All started and looked at each other; at length Milnwood himself answered, ”They had heard of some such misfortune, but were in hopes it had not been true.”
”There is the relation published by government, old gentleman; what do you think of it?”
”Think, sir? Wh--wh--whatever the council please to think of it,”
stammered Milnwood.
”I desire to have your opinion more explicitly, my friend,” said the dragoon, authoritatively.
Milnwood's eyes hastily glanced through the paper to pick out the strongest expressions of censure with which it abounded, in gleaning which he was greatly aided by their being printed in italics.
”I think it a--b.l.o.o.d.y and execrable--murder and parricide--devised by h.e.l.lish and implacable cruelty--utterly abominable, and a scandal to the land.”
”Well said, old gentleman!” said the querist--”Here's to thee, and I wish you joy of your good principles. You owe me a cup of thanks for having taught you them; nay, thou shalt pledge me in thine own sack--sour ale sits ill upon a loyal stomach.--Now comes your turn, young man; what think you of the matter in hand?”
”I should have little objection to answer you,” said Henry, ”if I knew what right you had to put the question.”
”The Lord preserve us!” said the old housekeeper, ”to ask the like o'
that at a trooper, when a' folk ken they do whatever they like through the haill country wi' man and woman, beast and body.”
The old gentleman exclaimed, in the same horror at his nephew's audacity, ”Hold your peace, sir, or answer the gentleman discreetly. Do you mean to affront the king's authority in the person of a sergeant of the Life-Guards?”
”Silence, all of you!” exclaimed Bothwell, striking his hand fiercely on the table--”Silence, every one of you, and hear me!--You ask me for my right to examine you, sir (to Henry); my c.o.c.kade and my broadsword are my commission, and a better one than ever Old Nol gave to his roundheads; and if you want to know more about it, you may look at the act of council empowering his majesty's officers and soldiers to search for, examine, and apprehend suspicious persons; and, therefore, once more, I ask you your opinion of the death of Archbishop Sharpe--it's a new touch-stone we have got for trying people's metal.”
Henry had, by this time, reflected upon the useless risk to which he would expose the family by resisting the tyrannical power which was delegated to such rude hands; he therefore read the narrative over, and replied, composedly, ”I have no hesitation to say, that the perpetrators of this a.s.sa.s.sination have committed, in my opinion, a rash and wicked action, which I regret the more, as I foresee it will be made the cause of proceedings against many who are both innocent of the deed, and as far from approving it as myself.”