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And a man entered in the ordinary dress of a nobleman's retainer, wearing at his girdle a sword and buckler?'I sought you,' said he, 'my mother, and him whom I see with you.' Then addressing himself to Roland Graeme, he said to him, 'Hast thou not a packet from George Douglas?'
'I have,' said the page, suddenly recollecting that which had been committed to his charge in the morning, 'but I may not deliver it to any one without some token that they have a right to ask it.'
'You say well,' replied the serving-man, and whispered into his ear, 'The packet which I ask is the report to his father?will this token suffice?'
'It will,' replied the page, and taking the packet from his bosom, gave it to the man.
'I will return presently,' said the serving-man, and left the cottage.
Roland had now sufficiently recovered his surprise to accost his relative in turn, and request to know the reason why he found her in so precarious a disguise, and a place so dangerous?'You cannot be ignorant,' he said, 'of the hatred that the Lady of Lochleven bears to those of your?that is of our religion?your present disguise lays you open to suspicion of a different kind, but inferring no less hazard; and whether as a Catholic, or as a sorceress, or as a friend to the unfortunate Queen, you are in equal danger, if apprehended within the bounds of the Douglas; and in the chamberlain who administers their authority, you have, for his own reasons, an enemy, and a bitter one.'
'I know it,' said the matron, her eyes kindling with triumph; 'I know that, vain of his school-craft, and carnal wisdom, Luke Lundin views with jealousy and hatred the blessings which the saints have conferred on my prayers, and on the holy relics, before the touch, nay, before the bare presence of which, disease and death have so often been known to retreat.?I know he would rend and tear me; but there is a chain and a muzzle on the ban dog that shall restrain his fury, and the Master's servant shall not be offended by him until the Master's work is wrought. When that hour comes, let the shadows of the evening descend on me in thunder and in tempest; the time shall be welcome that relieves my eyes from seeing guilt, and my ears from listening to blasphemy. Do thou but be constant?play thy part as I have played and will play mine, and my release shall be like that of a blessed martyr whose ascent to heaven angels hail with psalm and song, while earth pursues him with hiss and with execration.'
As she concluded, the serving-man again entered the cottage, and said, 'All is well! the time holds for to- morrow night.'
'What time? what holds?' exclaimed Roland Graeme; 'I trust I have given the Douglas's packet to no wrong?'
'Content yourself, young man,' answered the serving-man; 'thou hast my word and token.'
'I know not if the token be right,' said the page; 'and I care not much for the word of a stranger.'
'What,' said the matron, 'although thou mayest have given a packet delivered to thy charge by one of the Queen's rebels into the hand of a loyal subject?there were no great mistake in that, thou hot-brained boy!'
'By Saint Andrew, there were foul mistake, though,' answered the page; 'it is the very spirit of my duty, in this first stage of chivalry, to be faithful to my trust; and had the devil given me a message to discharge, I would not (so I had plighted my faith to the contrary) betray his counsel to an angel of light.'
'Now, by the love I once bore thee,' said the matron, 'I could slay thee with mine own hand, when I hear thee talk of a dearer faith being due to rebels and heretics, than thou owest to thy church and thy prince!'
'Be patient, my good sister,' said the serving-man; 'I will give him such reasons as shall counterbalance the scruples which beset him?-the spirit is honourable, though now it may be mistimed and misplaced.?Follow me, young man.'
'Ere I go to call this stranger to a reckoning,' said the page to the matron, 'is there nothing I can do for your comfort and safety?'
'Nothing,' she replied, 'nothing, save what will lead more to thine own honour;?the saints who have protected me thus far, will lend me succour as I need it. Tread the path of glory that is before thee, and only think of me as the creature on earth who will be most delighted to hear of thy fame.?Follow the stranger?he hath tidings for you that you little expect.'
The stranger remained on the threshold as if waiting for Roland, and as soon as he saw him put himself in motion, he moved on before at a quick pace. Diving still deeper down the lane, Roland perceived that it was now bordered by buildings upon the one side only, and that the other was fenced by a high old wall, over which some trees extended their branches. Descending a good way farther, they came to a small door in the wall. Roland's guide paused, looked around an instant to see if any one were within sight, then taking a key from his pocket, opened the door and entered, making a sign to Roland Graeme to follow him. He did so, and the stranger locked the door carefully on the inside. During this operation the page had a moment to look around, and perceived that he was in a small orchard very trimly kept.
The stranger led him through an alley or two, shaded by trees loaded with summer-fruit, into a pleached arbour, where, taking the turf-seat which was on the one side, he motioned to Roland to occupy that which was opposite to him, and, after a momentary silence, opened the conversation as follows: 'You have asked a better warrant than the word of a mere stranger, to satisfy you that I have the authority of George of Douglas for possessing myself of the packet intrusted to your charge.'
'It is precisely the point on which I demand reckoning of you,' said Roland. 'I fear I have acted hastily; if so, I must redeem my error as I best may.'
'You hold me then as a perfect stranger?' said the man. 'Look at my face more attentively, and see if the features do not resemble those of a man much known to you formerly.'
Roland gazed attentively; but the ideas recalled to his mind were so inconsistent with the mean and servile dress of the person before him, that he did not venture to express the opinion which he was irresistibly induced to form.
'Yes, my son,' said the stranger, observing his embarrassment, 'you do indeed see before you the unfortunate Father Ambrosius, who once accounted his ministry crowned in your preservation from the snares of heresy, but who is now condemned to lament thee as a castaway!'
Roland Graeme's kindness of heart was at least equal to his vivacity of temper?he could not bear to see his ancient and honoured master and spiritual guide in a situation which inferred a change of fortune so melancholy,
