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Chapter 15


He strikes no coin,'tis true, but coins new phrases,
And vends them forth as knaves vend gilded counters,
Which wise men scorn, and fools accept in payment.
OLD PLAY.

In the morning Christie of the Clinthill was nowhere to be seen. As this
worthy personage did seldom pique himself on sounding a trumpet before
his movements, no one was surprised at his moonlight departure, though
some alarm was excited lest he had not made it empty-handed. So, in the
language of the national ballad,


Some ran to cupboard, and some to kist,
But nought was away that could be mist.

All was in order, the key of the stable left above the door, and that
of the iron-grate in the inside of the lock. In short, the retreat had
been made with scrupulous attention to the security of the garrison,
and so far Christie left them nothing to complain of.

The safety of the premises was ascertained by Halbert, who instead of
catching up a gun or cross-bow, and sallying out for the day as had
been his frequent custom, now, with a gravity beyond his years, took a
survey of all around the tower, and then returned to the spence, or
public apartment, in which, at the early hour of seven, the morning
meal was prepared.

There he found the Euphuist in the same elegant posture of abstruse
calculation which he had exhibited on the preceding evening, his arms
folded in the same angle, his eyes turned up to the same cobwebs, and
his heels resting on the ground as before. Tired of this affectation
of indolent importance, and not much flattered with his guest's
persevering in it to the last, Halbert resolved at once to break the
ice, being determined to know what circumstance had brought to the
tower of Glendinning a guest at once so supercilious and so silent.

"Sir Knight," he said with some firmness, "I have twice given you good
morning, to which the absence of your mind hath, I presume, prevented
you from yielding attention, or from making return. This exchange of
courtesy is at your pleasure to give or withhold--But, as what I have
further to say concerns your comfort and your motions in an especial
manner, I will entreat you to give me some signs of attention, that I
may be sure I am not wasting my words on a monumental image."

At this unexpected address, Sir Piercie Shafton opened his eyes, and
afforded the speaker a broad stare; but as Halbert returned the glance
without either confusion or dismay, the knight thought proper to
change his posture, draw in his legs, raise his eyes, fix them on
young Glendinning, and assume the appearance of one who listens to
what is said to him. Nay, to make his purpose more evident, he gave
voice to his resolution in these words, "Speak! we do hear."

"Sir Knight," said the youth, "it is the custom of this Halidome, or
patrimony of St. Mary's, to trouble with inquiries no guests who
receive our hospitality, providing they tarry in our house only for a
single revolution of the sun. We know that both criminals and debtors
come hither for sanctuary, and we scorn to extort from the pilgrim,
whom chance may make our guest, an avowal of the cause of his
pilgrimage and penance. But when one so high above our rank as
yourself, Sir Knight, and especially one to whom the possession of
such pre-eminence is not indifferent, shows his determination to be
our guest for a longer time, it is our usage to inquire of him whence
he comes, and what is the cause of his journey?"

The English knight gaped twice or thrice before he answered, and then
replied in a bantering tone, "Truly, good villagio, your question hath
in it somewhat of embarrassment, for you ask me of things concerning
which I am not as yet altogether determined what answer I may find it
convenient to make. Let it suffice thee, kind juvenal, that thou hast
the Lord Abbot's authority for treating me to the best of that power
of thine, which, indeed, may not always so well suffice for my
accommodation as either of us would desire."

"I must have a more precise answer than this, Sir Knight," said the
young Glendinning.

"Friend," said the knight, "be not outrageous. It may suit your
northern manners thus to press harshly upon the secrets of thy
betters; but believe me, that even as the lute, struck by an unskilful
hand, doth produce discords, so----" At this moment the door of the
apartment opened, and Mary Avenel presented herself--"But who can talk
of discords," said the knight, assuming his complimentary vein and
humour, "when the soul of harmony descends upon us in the presence of
surpassing beauty! For even as foxes, wolves, and other animals void
of sense and reason, do fly from the presence of the resplendent sun
of heaven when he arises in his glory, so do strife, wrath, and all
ireful passions retreat, and, as it were, scud away, from the face
which now beams upon us, with power to compose our angry passions,
illuminate our errors and difficulties, soothe our wounded minds, and
lull to rest our disorderly apprehensions; for as the heat and warmth
of the eye of day is to the material and physical world, so is the eye
which I now bow down before to that of the intellectual microcosm."

He concluded with a profound bow; and Mary Avenel, gazing from one to
the other, and plainly seeing that something was amiss, could only
say, "For heaven's sake, what is the meaning of this?"

The newly-acquired tact and intelligence of her foster-brother was as
yet insufficient to enable him to give an answer. He was quite
uncertain how he ought to deal with a guest, who preserving a
singularly high tone of assumed superiority and importance, seemed
nevertheless so little serious in what he said, that it was quite
impossible to discern with accuracy whether he was in jest or earnest.

Forming, however, the internal resolution to bring Sir Piercie Shafton
to a reckoning at a more fit place and season, he resolved to
prosecute the matter no farther at present; and the entrance of his
mother with the damsel of the Mill, and the return of the honest
Miller from the stack-yard, where he had been numbering and
calculating the probable amount of the season's grist, rendered
farther discussion impossible for the moment.

In the course of the calculation it could not but strike the man of
meal and grindstones, that after the church's dues were paid, and
after all which he himself could by any means deduct from the crop,
still the residue which must revert to Dame Glendinning could not be
less than considerable. I wot not if this led the honest Miller to
nourish any plans similar to those adopted by Elspeth; but it is
certain that he accepted with grateful alacrity an invitation which
the dame gave to his daughter, to remain a week or two as her guest at
Glendearg.

The principal persons being thus in high good humour with each other,
all business gave place to the hilarity of the morning repast; and so
much did Sir Piercie appear gratified by the attention which was paid
to every word that he uttered by the nut-brown Mysie, that,
notwithstanding his high birth and distinguished quality, he bestowed
on her some of the more ordinary and second-rate tropes of his
elocution.

Mary Avenel, when relieved from the awkwardness of feeling the full
weight of his conversation addressed to herself, enjoyed it much more;
and the good knight, encouraged by those conciliating marks of
approbation from the sex, for whose sake he cultivated his oratorical
talents, made speedy intimation of his purpose to be more
communicative than he had shown himself in his conversation with
Halbert Glendinning, and gave them to understand, that it was in
consequence of some pressing danger that he was at present their
involuntary guest.

The conclusion of the breakfast was a signal for the separation of the
company. The Miller went to prepare for his departure; his daughter to
arrange matters for her unexpected stay; Edward was summoned to
consultation by Martin concerning some agricultural matter, in which
Halbert could not be brought to interest himself; the dame left the
room upon her household concerns, and Mary was in the act of following
her, when she suddenly recollected, that if she did so, the strange
knight and Halbert must be left alone together, at the risk of another
quarrel.

The maiden no sooner observed this circumstance, than she instantly
returned from the door of the apartment, and, seating herself in a
small stone window-seat, resolved to maintain that curb which she was
sensible her presence imposed on Halbert Glendinning, of whose quick
temper she had some apprehensions.

The stranger marked her motions, and, either interpreting them as
inviting his society, or obedient to those laws of gallantry which
permitted him not to leave a lady in silence and solitude, he
instantly placed himself near to her side and opened the conversation
as follows:--

"Credit me, fair lady" he said, addressing Mary Avenel, "it much
rejoiceth me, being, as I am, a banished man from the delights of mine
own country, that I shall find here in this obscure and silvan cottage
of the north, a fair form and a candid soul, with whom I may explain
my mutual sentiments. And let me pray you in particular, lovely lady,
that, according to the universal custom now predominant in our court,
the garden of superior wits, you will exchange with me some epithet
whereby you may mark my devotion to your service. Be henceforward
named, for example, my Protection, and let me be your Affability."

"Our northern and country manners, Sir Knight, do not permit us to
exchange epithets with those to whom we are strangers," replied Mary
Avenel.

"Nay, but see now," said the knight, "how you are startled! even as
the unbroken steed, which swerves aside from the shaking of a
handkerchief, though he must in time encounter the waving of a pennon.
This courtly exchange of epithets of honour, is no more than the
compliments which pass between valour and beauty, wherever they meet,
and under whatever circumstances. Elizabeth of England herself calls
Philip Sydney her Courage, and he in return calls that princess his
Inspiration. Wherefore, my fair Protection, for by such epithet it
shall be mine to denominate you--"

"Not without the young lady's consent, sir!" interrupted Halbert;
"most truly do I hope your courtly and quaint breeding will not so far
prevail over the more ordinary rules of civil behaviour."

"Fair tenant of an indifferent copyhold," replied the knight, with the
same coolness and civility of mien, but in a tone somewhat more lofty
than he used to the young lady, "we do not in the southern parts, much
intermingle discourse, save with those with whom we may stand on some
footing of equality; and I must, in all discretion, remind you, that
the necessity which makes us inhabitants of the same cabin, doth not
place us otherwise on a level with each other."

"By Saint Mary," replied young Glendinning, "it is my thought that it
does; for plain men hold, that he who asks the shelter is indebted to
him who gives it; and so far, therefore, is our rank equalized while
this roof covers us both."

"Thou art altogether deceived," answered Sir Piercie; "and that thou
mayst fully adapt thyself to our relative condition, know that I
account not myself thy guest, but that of thy master, the Lord Abbot
of Saint Mary's, who, for reasons best known to himself and me,
chooseth to administer his hospitality to me through the means of
thee, his servant and vassal, who art, therefore, in good truth, as
passive an instrument of my accommodation as this ill-made and rugged
joint-stool on which I sit, or as the wooden trencher from which I eat
my coarse commons. Wherefore," he added, turning to Mary, "fairest
mistress, or rather, as I said before, most lovely Protection--"
[Footnote: There are many instances to be met with in the ancient
dramas of this whimsical and conceited custom of persons who formed an
intimacy, distinguishing: each, other by some quaint epithet. In
_Every Man out of his Humour_, there is a humorous debate upon
names most fit to bind the relation betwixt Sogliardo and Cavaliero
Shift, which ends by adopting those of Countenance and Resolution.
What is more to the point is in the speech of Hedon, a voluptuary and
a courtier in _Cynthia's Revels_. "you know that I call Madam
Plilantia my _Honour,_ and she calls me her _Ambition._ Now,
when I meet her in the presence, anon, I will come to her and say,
'Sweet Honour, I have hitherto contented my sense with the lilies of
your hand, and now I will taste the roses of your lip.' To which she
cannot but blushing answer, 'Nay, now you are too ambitious;' and then
do I reply, 'I cannot be too ambitious of Honour, sweet lady. Wilt not
be good?'"--I think there is some remnant of this foppery preserved in
masonic lodges, where each brother is distinguished by a name in the
Lodge, signifying some abstract quality as Discretion, or the like.
See the poems of Gavin Wilson.]

Mary Avenel was about to reply to him, when the stern, fierce, and
resentful expression of voice and countenance with which Halbert
exclaimed, "not from the King of Scotland, did he live, would I brook
such terms!" induced her to throw herself between him and the
stranger, exclaiming, "for God's sake, Halbert, beware what you do!"

"Fear not, fairest Protection," replied Sir Piercie, with the utmost
serenity, "that I can be provoked by this rustical and mistaught
juvenal to do aught misbecoming your presence or mine own dignity; for
as soon shall the gunner's linstock give fire unto the icicle, as the
spark of passion inflame my blood, tempered as it is to serenity by
the respect due to the presence of my gracious Protection."

"You may well call her your protection, Sir Knight" said Halbert; "by
Saint Andrew, it is the only sensible word I have heard you speak! But
we may meet where her protection shall no longer afford you shelter."

"Fairest Protection," continued the courtier, not even honouring with
a look, far less with a direct reply, the threat of the incensed
Halbert, "doubt not that thy faithful Affability will be more commoved
by the speech of this rudesby, than the bright and serene moon is
perturbed by the baying of the cottage-cur, proud of the height of his
own dunghill, which, in his conceit, lifteth him nearer unto the
majestic luminary."

To what lengths so unsavoury a simile might have driven Halbert's
indignation, is left uncertain; for at that moment Edward rushed into
the apartment with the intelligence that two most important officers
of the Convent, the Kitchener and Refectioner, were just arrived with
a sumpter-mule, loaded with provisions, announcing that the Lord
Abbot, the Sub-Prior, and the Sacristan, were on their way thither. A
circumstance so very extraordinary had never been recorded in the
annals of Saint Mary's, or in the traditions of Glendearg, though
there was a faint legendary report that a certain Abbot had dined
there in old days, after having been bewildered in a hunting
expedition amongst the wilds which lie to the northward. But that the
present Lord Abbot should have taken a voluntary journey to so wild
and dreary a spot, the very Kamtschatka of the Halidome, was a thing
never dreamt of; and the news excited the greatest surprise in all the
members of the family saving Halbert alone.

This fiery youth was too full of the insult he had received to think
of anything as unconnected with it. "I am glad of it," he exclaimed;
"I am glad the Abbot comes hither. I will know of him by what right
this stranger is sent hither to domineer over us under our father's
roof, as if we were slaves and not freemen. I will tell the proud
priest to his beard--"

"Alas! alas! my brother," said Edward, "think what these words may
cost thee!"

"And what will, or what can they cost me," said Halbert, "that I should
sacrifice my human feelings and my justifiable resentment to the fear of
what the Abbot can do?"

"Our mother--our mother!" exclaimed Edward; "think, if she is deprived
of her home, expelled from her property, how can you amend what
your rashness may ruin?"

"It is too true, by Heaven!" said Halbert, striking his forehead.
Then, stamping his foot against the floor to express the full energy
of the passion to which he dared no longer give vent, he turned round
and left the apartment.

Mary Avenel looked at the stranger knight, while she was endeavouring
to frame a request that he would not report the intemperate violence
of her foster-brother to the prejudice of his family, in the mind of
the Abbot. But Sir Piercie, the very pink of courtesy, conjectured her
meaning from her embarrassment, and waited not to be entreated.

"Credit me, fairest Protection," said he, "your Affability is less
than capable of seeing or hearing, far less of reciting or
reiterating, aught of an unseemly nature which may have chanced while
I enjoyed the Elysium of your presence. The winds of idle passion may
indeed rudely agitate the bosom of the rude; but the heart of the
courtier is polished to resist them. As the frozen lake receives not
the influence of the breeze, even so--"

The voice of Dame Glendinning, in shrill summons, here demanded Mary
Avenel's attendance, who instantly obeyed, not a little glad to escape
from the compliments and similes of this courtlike gallant. Nor was it
apparently less a relief on his part; for no sooner was she past the
threshold of the room, than he exchanged the look of formal and
elaborate politeness which had accompanied each word he had uttered
hitherto, for an expression of the utmost lassitude and ennui; and
after indulging in one or two portentous yawns, broke forth into a
soliloquy.

"What the foul fiend sent this wench hither? As if it were not
sufficient plague to be harboured in a hovel that would hardly serve
for a dog's kennel in England, baited by a rude peasant-boy, and
dependent on the faith of a mercenary ruffian, but I cannot even have
time to muse over my own mishap, but must come aloft, frisk, fidget,
and make speeches, to please this pale hectic phantom, because she has
gentle blood in her veins? By mine honour, setting prejudice aside,
the mill-wench is the more attractive of the two--But patienza,
Piercie Shafton; thou must not lose thy well-earned claim to be
accounted a devout servant of the fair sex, a witty-brained, prompt,
and accomplished courtier. Rather thank heaven, Piercie Shafton, which
hath sent thee a subject, wherein, without derogating from thy rank,
(since the honours of the Avenel family are beyond dispute,) thou
mayest find a whetstone for thy witty compliments, a strop whereon to
sharpen thine acute engine, a butt whereat to shoot the arrows of thy
gallantry. For even as a Bilboa blade, the more it is rubbed, the
brighter and the sharper will it prove, so--But what need I waste my
stock of similitudes in holding converse with myself?--Yonder comes
the monkish retinue, like some half score of crows winging their way
slowly up the valley--I hope, a'gad, they have not forgotten my
trunk-mails of apparel amid the ample provision they have made for
their own belly-timber--Mercy, a'gad, I were finely helped up if the
vesture has miscarried among the thievish Borderers!"

Stung by this reflection, he ran hastily down stairs, and caused his
horse to be saddled, that he might, as soon as possible, ascertain
this important point, by meeting the Lord Abbot and his retinue as
they came up the glen. He had not ridden a mile before he met them
advancing with the slowness and decorum which became persons of their
dignity and profession. The knight failed not to greet the Lord Abbot
with all the formal compliments with which men of rank at that period
exchanged courtesies. He had the good fortune to find that his mails
were numbered among the train of baggage which attended upon the
party; and, satisfied in that particular, he turned his horse's head,
and accompanied the Abbot to the Tower of Glendearg.

Great, in the meanwhile, had been the turmoil of the good Dame Elspeth
and her coadjutors, to prepare for the fitting reception of the Father
Lord Abbot and his retinue. The monks had indeed taken care not to
trust too much to the state of her pantry; but she was not the less
anxious to make such additions as might enable her to claim the thanks
of her feudal lord and spiritual father. Meeting Halbert, as, with his
blood on fire, he returned from his altercation with her guest, she
commanded him instantly to go forth to the hill, and not to return
without venison; reminding him that he was apt enough to go thither
for his own pleasure, and must now do so for the credit of the house.

The Miller, who was now hastening his journey homewards, promised to
send up some salmon by his own servant. Dame Elspeth, who by this time
thought she had guests enough, had begun to repent of her invitation
to poor Mysie, and was just considering by what means, short of giving
offence, she could send off the Maid of the Mill behind her father,
and adjourn all her own aerial architecture till some future
opportunity, when this unexpected generosity on the part of the sire
rendered any present attempt to return his daughter on his hands too
highly ungracious to be farther thought on. So the Miller departed
alone on his homeward journey.

Dame Elspeth's sense of hospitality proved in this instance its own
reward; for Mysie had dwelt too near the Convent to be altogether
ignorant of the noble art of cookery, which her father patronized to
the extent of consuming on festival days such dainties as his daughter
could prepare in emulation of the luxuries of the Abbot's kitchen.
Laying aside, therefore, her holiday kirtle, and adopting a dress more
suitable to the occasion, the good-humored maiden bared her snowy arms
above the elbows; and, as Elspeth acknowledged, in the language of the
time and country, took "entire and aefauld part with her" in the
labours of the day; showing unparalleled talent, and indefatigable
industry, in the preparation of _mortreux_, _blanc-manger_,
and heaven knows what delicacies besides, which Dame Glendinning,
unassisted by her skill, dared not even have dreamt of presenting.
Leaving this able substitute in the kitchen, and regretting that Mary
Avenel was so brought up, that she could intrust nothing to her care,
unless it might be seeing the great chamber strewed with rushes, and
ornamented with such flowers and branches as the season afforded, Dame
Elspeth hastily donned her best attire, and with a beating heart
presented herself at the door of her little tower, to make her
obeisance to the Lord Abbot as he crossed her humble threshold. Edward
stood by his mother, and felt the same palpitation, which his
philosophy was at a loss to account for. He was yet to learn how long
it is ere our reason is enabled to triumph over the force of external
circumstances, and how much our feelings are affected by novelty, and
blunted by use and habit.

On the present occasion, he witnessed with wonder and awe the approach
of some half-score of riders, sober men upon sober palfreys, muffled
in their long black garments, and only relieved by their white
scapularies, showing more like a funeral procession than aught else,
and not quickening their pace beyond that which permitted easy
conversation and easy digestion. The sobriety of the scene was indeed
somewhat enlivened by the presence of Sir Piercie Shafton, who, to
show that his skill in the manege was not inferior to his other
accomplishments, kept alternately pressing and checking his gay
courser, forcing him to piaffe, to caracole, to passage, and to do all
the other feats of the school, to the great annoyance of the Lord
Abbot, the wonted sobriety of whose palfrey became at length
discomposed by the vivacity of its companion, while the dignitary kept
crying out in bodily alarm, "I do pray you--Sir Knight--good now, Sir
Piercie--Be quiet, Benedict, there is a good steed--soh, poor fellow"
and uttering all the other precatory and soothing exclamations by
which a timid horseman usually bespeaks the favour of a frisky
companion, or of his own unquiet nag, and concluding the bead-roll
with a sincere _Deo gratias_ so soon as he alighted in the
court-yard of the Tower of Glendearg.

The inhabitants unanimously knelt down to kiss the hand of the Lord
Abbot, a ceremony which even the monks were often condemned to. Good
Abbot Boniface was too much fluttered by the incidents of the latter
part of his journey, to go through this ceremony with much solemnity,
or indeed with much patience. He kept wiping his brow with a
snow-white handkerchief with one hand, while another was abandoned to
the homage of his vassals; and then signing the cross with his
outstretched arm, and exclaiming, "Bless ye--bless ye, my children" he
hastened into the house, and murmured not a little at the darkness and
steepness of the rugged winding stair, whereby he at length scaled the
spence destined for his entertainment, and, overcome with fatigue,
threw himself, I do not say into an easy chair, but into the easiest
the apartment afforded.

Sir Walter Scott