'Doubt not me, Catherine,' replied the Queen; 'a while since I was overborne, but I have recalled the spirit of my earlier and more sprightly days, when I used to accompany my armed nobles, and wish to be myself a man, to know what life it was to be in the fields with sword and buckler, jack, and knapscap.'
'Oh, the lark lives not a gayer life, nor sings a lighter and gayer song than the merry soldier,' answered Catherine. 'Your Grace shall be in the midst of them soon, and the look of such a liege Sovereign will make each of your host worth three in the hour of need:?but I must to my task.'
'We have but brief time,' said Queen Mary; 'one of the two lights in the cottage is extinguished?that shows the boat is put off.'
'They will row very slow,' said the page, 'or kent where depth permits, to avoid noise.?To our several tasks?I will communicate with the good Father.'
At the dead hour of midnight, when all was silent in the castle, the page put the key into the lock of the wicket which opened into the garden, and which was at the bottom of a staircase which descended from the Queen's apartment. 'Now, turn smooth and softly, thou good bolt,' said he, 'if ever oil softened rust!' and his precautions had been so effectual, that the bolt revolved with little or no sound of resistance. He ventured not to cross the threshold, but exchanging a word with the disguised Abbot, asked if the boat were ready?
'This half hour,' said the sentinel. 'She lies beneath the wall, too close under the islet to be seen by the warder, but I fear she will hardly escape his notice in putting off again.'
'The darkness,' said the page, 'and our profound silence, may take her off unobserved, as she came in. Hildebrand has the watch on the tower?a heavy-headed knave, who holds a can of ale to be the best headpiece upon a night-watch. He sleeps, for a wager.'
'Then bring the Queen,' said the Abbot, 'and I will call Henry Seyton to assist them to the boat.'
On tiptoe, with noiseless step and suppressed breath, trembling at every rustle of their own apparel, one after another the fair prisoners glided down the winding stair, under the guidance of Roland Graeme, and were received at the wicket-gate by Henry Seyton and the churchman. The former seemed instantly to take upon himself the whole direction of the enterprise. 'My Lord Abbot,' he said, 'give my sister your arm?I will conduct the Queen?and that youth will have the honour to guide Lady Fleming.'
This was no time to dispute the arrangement, although it was not that which Roland Graeme would have chosen. Catherine Seyton, who well knew the garden path, tripped on before like a sylph, rather leading the Abbot than receiving assistance?the Queen, her native spirit prevailing over female fear, and a thousand painful reflections, moved steadily forward, by the assistance of Henry Seyton?while the Lady Fleming, encumbered with her fears and her helplessness Roland Graeme, who followed in the rear, and who bore under the other arm a packet of necessaries belonging to the Queen. The door of the garden, which communicated with the shore of the islet, yielded to one of the keys of which Roland had possessed himself, although not until he had tried several,?a moment of anxious terror and expectation. The ladies were then partly led, partly carried, to the side of the lake, where a boat with six rowers attended them, the men couched along the bottom to secure them from observation. Henry Seyton placed the Queen in the stern; the Abbot offered to assist Catherine, but she was seated by the Queen's side before he could utter his proffer of help; and Roland Graeme was just lifting Lady Fleming over the boat-side, when a thought suddenly occurred to him, and exclaiming, 'Forgotten, forgotten! wait for me but one half-minute,' he replaced on the shore the helpless Lady of the bed-chamber, threw the Queen's packet into the boat, and sped back through the garden with the noiseless speed of a bird on the wing.
'By Heaven, he is false at last!' said Seyton; 'I ever feared it!'
'He is as true,' said Catherine, 'as Heaven itself, and that I will maintain.'
'Be silent, minion,' said her brother, 'for shame, if not for fear? Fellows, put off, and row for your lives!'
'Help me, help me on board!' said the deserted Lady Fleming, and that louder than prudence warranted.
'Put off?put off!' cried Henry Seyton; 'leave all behind, so the Queen is safe.'
'Will you permit this, madam?' said Catherine, imploringly; 'you leave your deliverer to death.'
'I will not,' said the Queen.?'Seyton I command you to stay at every risk.'
'Pardon me, madam, if I disobey,' said the intractable young man; and with one hand lifting in Lady Fleming, he began himself to push off the boat.
She was two fathoms' length from the shore, and the rowers were getting her head round, when Roland Graeme, arriving, bounded from the beach, and attained the boat, overturning Seyton, on whom he lighted. The youth swore a deep but suppressed oath, and stopping Graeme as he stepped towards the stern, said, 'Your place is not with high-born dames?keep at the head and trim the vessel?Now give way?give way?Row, for God and the Queen!'
The rowers obeyed, and began to pull vigorously.
'Why did ye not muffle the oars?' said Roland Graeme; 'the dash must awaken the sentinel?Row, lads, and get out of reach of shot; for had not old Hildebrand, the warder, supped upon poppy-porridge, this whispering must have waked him.'
'It was all thine own delay,' said Seyton; 'thou shalt reckon, with me hereafter for that and other matters.'
But Roland's apprehension was verified too instantly to permit him to reply. The sentinel, whose slumbering had withstood the whispering, was alarmed by the dash of the oars. His challenge was instantly heard. 'A boat?-a boat!?bring to, or I shoot!' And, as they continued to ply their oars, he called aloud, 'Treason! treason!' rung the bell of the castle, and discharged his harquebuss at the boat. The ladies crowded on each other like startled wild foul, at the flash and report of the piece, while the men urged the rowers to the utmost speed. They heard more than one ball whiz along the surface of the lake, at no great distance from their little bark; and from the lights, which glanced like meteors from window to window, it was evident the whole castle was alarmed, and their escape discovered.
'Pull!' again exclaimed Seyton; 'stretch to your oars, or I will spur you to the task with my dagger?they will launch a boat immediately.'
'That is cared for,' said Roland; 'I locked gate and wicket on them when I went back, and no boat will stir from the island this night, if doors of good oak and bolts of iron can keep men within stone-walls.?And now I
