thy having been so shall advantage thee. Send or take the body to the chapel at Scotland's wall, or to the church of Ballanry, and tell what tale thou wilt of his having fallen in a brawl with some unruly guests of thine. Auchtermuchty knows nought else, nor are the times so peaceful as to admit close-looking into such accounts.'
'Nay, let him tell the truth,' said Seyton, 'so far as it harms not our scheme.?Say that Henry Seyton met with him, my good fellow;?I care not a brass bodle for the feud.'
'A feud with the Douglas was ever to be feared, however,' said George, displeasure mingling with his natural deep gravity of manner.
'Not when the best of the name is on my side,' replied Seyton.
'Alas! Henry, if thou meanest me, I am but half a Douglas in this emprize?half head, half heart, and half hand.?But I will think on one who can never be forgotten, and be all, or more, than any of my ancestors was ever.?Keltie, say it was Henry Seyton did the deed; but beware, not a word of me!?Let Auchtermuchty carry this packet' (which he had resealed with his own signet) 'to my father at Edinburgh; and here is to pay for the funeral expenses, and thy loss of custom.'
'And the washing of the floor,' said the landlord, 'which will be an extraordinary job; for blood they say, will scarcely ever cleanse out.'
'But as for your plan,' said George of Douglas, addressing Seyton, as if in continuation of what they had been before treating of, 'it has a good face; but, under your favour, you are yourself too hot and too young, besides other reasons which are much against your playing the part you propose.'
'We will consult the Father Abbot upon it,' said the youth. 'Do you ride to Kinross to-night?'
'Ay?so I purpose,' answered Douglas; 'the night will be dark, and suits a muffled man. [34]?Keltie, I forgot, there should be a stone laid on that man's grave, recording his name, and his only merit, which was being a faithful servant to the Douglas.'
'What religion was the man of?' said Seyton; 'he used words, which make me fear I have sent Satan a subject before his time.'
'I can tell you little of that,' said George Douglas; 'he was noted for disliking both Rome and Geneva, and spoke of lights he had learned among the fierce sectaries of Lower Germany?an evil doctrine it was, if we judge by the fruits. God keep us from presumptuously judging of Heaven's secrets!'
'Amen!' said the young Seyton, 'and from meeting any encounter this evening.'
'It is not thy wont to pray so,' said George Douglas.
'No! I leave that to you,' replied the youth, 'when you are seized with scruples of engaging with your father's vassals. But I would fain have this old man's blood off these hands of mine ere I shed more?I will confess to the Abbot to-night, and I trust to have light penance for ridding the earth of such a miscreant. All I sorrow for is, that he was not a score of years younger?He drew steel first, however, that is one comfort.'
Chapter the Thirty-Fourth.
The tenor of our tale carries us back to the Castle of Lochleven, where we take up the order of events on the same remarkable day on which Dryfesdale had been dismissed from the castle. It was past noon, the usual hour of dinner, yet no preparations seemed made for the Queen's entertainment. Mary herself had retired into her own apartment, where she was closely engaged in writing. Her attendants were together in the presence- chamber, and much disposed to speculate on the delay of the dinner; for it may be recollected that their breakfast had been interrupted. 'I believe in my conscience,' said the page, 'that having found the poisoning scheme miscarry, by having gone to the wrong merchant for their deadly wares, they are now about to try how famine will work upon us.'
Lady Fleming was somewhat alarmed at this surmise, but comforted herself by observing that the chimney of the kitchen had reeked that whole day in a manner which contradicted the supposition.?Catherine Seyton presently exclaimed, 'They were bearing the dishes across the court, marshalled by the Lady Lochleven herself, dressed out in her highest and stiffest ruff, with her partlet and sleeves of cyprus, and her huge old-fashioned farthingale of crimson velvet.'
'I believe on my word,' said the page, approaching the window also, 'it was in that very farthingale that she captivated the heart of gentle King Jamie, which procured our poor Queen her precious bargain of a brother.'
'That may hardly be, Master Roland,' answered the Lady Fleming, who was a great recorder of the changes of fashion, 'since the farthingales came first in when the Queen Regent went to Saint Andrews, after the battle of Pinkie, and were then called
She would have proceeded farther in this important discussion, but was interrupted by the entrance of the Lady of Lochleven, who preceded the servants bearing the dishes, and formally discharged the duty of tasting each of them. Lady Fleming regretted, in courtly phrase, that the Lady of Lochleven should have undertaken so troublesome an office.'
'After the strange incident of this day, madam,' said the Lady, 'it is necessary for my honour and that of my son, that I partake whatever is offered to my involuntary guest. Please to inform the Lady Mary that I attend her commands.'