When Warden had left the apartment, the Lady of Avenel gave way to the feelings of tenderness which the sight of the boy, his sudden danger, and his recent escape, had inspired; and no longer awed by the sternness, as she deemed it, of the preacher, heaped with caresses the lovely and interesting child. He was now, in some measure, recovered from the consequences of his accident, and received passively, though not without wonder, the tokens of kindness with which he was thus loaded. The face of the lady was strange to him, and her dress different and far more sumptuous than any he remembered. But the boy was naturally of an undaunted temper; and indeed children are generally acute physiognomists, and not only pleased by that which is beautiful in itself, but peculiarly quick in distinguishing and replying to the attentions of those who really love them. If they see a person in company, though a perfect stranger, who is by nature fond of children, the little imps seem to discover it by a sort of free-masonry, while the awkward attempts of those who make advances to them for the purpose of recommending themselves to the parents, usually fail in attracting their reciprocal attention. The little boy, therefore, appeared in some degree sensible of the lady's caresses, and it was with difficulty she withdrew herself from his pillow, to afford him leisure for necessary repose.
'To whom belongs our little rescued varlet?' was the first question which the Lady of Avenel put to her handmaiden Lilias, when they had retired to the hall.
'To an old woman in the hamlet,' said Lilias, 'who is even now come so far as the porter's lodge to inquire concerning his safety. Is it your pleasure that she be admitted?'
'Is it my pleasure?' said the Lady of Avenel, echoing the question with a strong accent of displeasure and surprise; 'can you make any doubt of it? What woman but must pity the agony of the mother, whose heart is throbbing for the safety of a child so lovely!'
'Nay, but, madam,' said Lilias, 'this woman is too old to be the mother of the child; I rather think she must be his grandmother, or some more distant relation.'
'Be she who she will, Lilias,' replied the Lady, 'she must have an aching heart while the safety of a creature so lovely is uncertain. Go instantly and bring her hither. Besides, I would willingly learn something concerning his birth.'
Lilias left the hall, and presently afterwards returned, ushering in a tall female very poorly dressed, yet with more pretension to decency and cleanliness than was usually combined with such coarse garments. The Lady of Avenel knew her figure the instant she presented herself. It was the fashion of the family, that upon every Sabbath, and on two evenings in the week besides, Henry Warden preached or lectured in the chapel at the castle. The extension of the Protestant faith was, upon principle, as well as in good policy, a primary object with the Knight of Avenel. The inhabitants of the village were therefore invited to attend upon the instructions of Henry Warden, and many of them were speedily won to the doctrine which their master and protector approved. These sermons, homilies, and lectures, had made a great impression on the mind of the Abbot Eustace, or Eustatius, and were a sufficient spur to the severity and sharpness of his controversy with his old fellow-collegiate; and, ere Queen Mary was dethroned, and while the Catholics still had considerable authority in the Border provinces, he more than once threatened to levy his vassals, and assail and level with the earth that stronghold of heresy the Castle of Avenel. But notwithstanding the Abbot's impotent resentment, and notwithstanding also the disinclination of the country to favour the new religion, Henry Warden proceeded without remission in his labours, and made weekly converts from the faith of Rome to that of the reformed church. Amongst those who gave most earnest and constant attendance on his ministry, was the aged woman, whose form, tall, and otherwise too remarkable to be forgotten, the Lady had of late observed frequently as being conspicuous among the little audience. She had indeed more than once desired to know who that stately-looking woman was, whose appearance was so much above the poverty of her vestments. But the reply had always been, that she was an Englishwoman, who was tarrying for a season at the hamlet, and that no one knew more concerning her. She now asked her after her name and birth.
'Magdalen Graeme is my name,' said the woman; 'I come of the Graemes of Heathergill, in Nicol Forest,[2] a people of ancient blood.'
'And what make you,' continued the Lady, 'so far distant from your home?'
'I have no home,' said Magdalen Graeme, 'it was burnt by your Border-riders?my husband and my son were slain?there is not a drop's blood left in the veins of any one which is of kin to mine.'
'That is no uncommon fate in these wild times, and in this unsettled land,' said the Lady; 'the English hands have been as deeply dyed in our blood as ever those of Scotsmen have been in yours.'
'You have right to say it, Lady,' answered Magdalen Graeme; 'for men tell of a time when this castle was not strong enough to save your father's life, or to afford your mother and her infant a place of refuge. And why ask ye me, then, wherefore I dwell not in mine own home, and with mine own people?'
'It was indeed an idle question,' answered the Lady, 'where misery so often makes wanderers; but wherefore take refuge in a hostile country?'
'My neighbours were Popish and mass-mongers,' said the old woman; 'it has pleased Heaven to give me a clearer sight of the gospel, and I have tarried here to enjoy the ministry of that worthy man Henry Warden, who, to the praise and comfort of many, teacheth the Evangel in truth and in sincerity.'
'Are you poor?' again demanded the Lady of Avenel.
'You hear me ask alms of no one,' answered the Englishwoman.
Here there was a pause. The manner of the woman was, if not disrespectful, at least much less than gracious; and she appeared to give no encouragement to farther communication. The Lady of Avenel renewed the conversation on a different topic.
'You have heard of the danger in which your boy has been placed?'
'I have, Lady, and how by an especial providence he was rescued from death. May Heaven make him thankful, and me!'
'What relation do you bear to him?'
'I am his grandmother, lady, if it so please you; the only relation he hath left upon earth to take charge of
