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Chapter 16

A courtier extraordinary, who by diet
Of meats and drinks, his temperate exercise,
Choice music, frequent bath, his horary shifts
Of shirts and waistcoats, means to immortalize
Mortality itself, and makes the essence
Of his whole happiness the trim of court.

When the Lord Abbot had suddenly and superciliously vanished from the
eyes of his expectant vassals, the Sub-Prior made amends for the
negligence of his principal, by the kind and affectionate greeting
which he gave to all the members of the family, but especially to Dame
Elspeth, her foster-daughter, and her son Edward. "Where," he even
condescended to inquire, "is that naughty Nimrod, Halbert?--He hath
not yet, I trust, turned, like his great prototype, his hunting-spear
against man!"

"O no, an it please your reverence," said Dame Glendinning, "Halbert
is up at the glen to get some venison, or surely he would not have been
absent when such a day of honour dawned upon me and mine."

"Oh, to get savoury meat, such as our soul loveth," muttered the
Sub-Prior; "it has been at times an acceptable gift.--I bid you good
morrow, my good dame, as I must attend upon his lordship the Father

"And O, reverend sir," said the good widow, detaining him, "if it
might be your pleasure to take part with us if there is any thing
wrong; and if there is any thing wanted, to say that it is just
coming, or to make some excuses your learning best knows how. Every
bit of vassail and silver work have we been spoiled of since Pinkie
Cleuch, when I lost poor Simon Glendinning, that was the warst of a'."

"Never mind--never fear," said the Sub-Prior, gently extricating his
garment from the anxious grasp of Dame Elspeth, "the Refectioner has
with him the Abbot's plate and drinking cups; and I pray you to believe
that whatever is short in your entertainment will be deemed amply made
up in your good-will."

So saying, he escaped from her and went into the spence, where such
preparations as haste permitted were making for the noon collation of
the Abbot and the English knight. Here he found the Lord Abbot, for
whom a cushion, composed of all the plaids in the house, had been
unable to render Simon's huge elbow-chair a soft or comfortable place
of rest.

"Benedicite!" said Abbot Boniface, "now marry fie upon these hard
benches with all my heart--they are as uneasy as the _scabella_
of our novices. Saint Jude be with us, Sir Knight, how have you
contrived to pass over the night in this dungeon? An your bed was no
softer than your seat, you might as well have slept on the stone couch
of Saint Pacomius. After trotting a full ten miles, a man needs a
softer seat than has fallen to my hard lot."

With sympathizing faces, the Sacristan and the Refectioner ran to
raise the Lord Abbot, and to adjust his seat to his mind, which was at
length accomplished in some sort, although he continued alternately to
bewail his fatigue, and to exult in the conscious sense of having
discharged an arduous duty. "You errant cavaliers," said he,
addressing the knight, "may now perceive that others have their
travail and their toils to undergo as well as your honoured faculty.
And this I will say for myself and the soldiers of Saint Mary, among
whom I may be termed captain, that it is not our wont to flinch from
the heat of the service, or to withdraw from the good fight. No, by
Saint Mary!--no sooner did I learn that you were here, and dared
not for certain reasons come to the Monastery, where, with as good
will, and with more convenience, we might have given you a better
reception, than, striking the table with my hammer, I called a
brother--Timothy, said I, let them saddle Benedict--let them saddle my
black palfrey, and bid the Sub-Prior and some half-score of attendants
be in readiness tomorrow after matins--we would ride to
Glendearg.--Brother Timothy stared, thinking, I imagine, that his ears
had scarce done him justice--but I repeated my commands, and said, Let
the Kitchener and Refectioner go before to aid the poor vassals to
whom the place belongs in making a suitable collation. So that you
will consider, good Sir Piercie, our mutual in commodities, and
forgive whatever you may find amiss"

"By my faith," said Sir Piercie Shafton, "there is nothing to
forgive--If you spiritual warriors have to submit to the grievous
incommodities which your lordship narrates, it would ill become me, a
sinful and secular man, to complain of a bed as hard as a board, of
broth which relished as if made of burnt wool, of flesh, which, in its
sable and singed shape, seemed to put me on a level with Richard
Coeur-de-Lion,--when he ate up the head of a Moor carbonadoed, and of
other viands savouring rather of the rusticity of this northern

"By the good Saints, sir," said the Abbot, somewhat touched in point
of his character for hospitality, of which he was in truth a most
faithful and zealous professor, "it grieves me to the heart that you
have found our vassals no better provided for your reception--Yet I
crave leave to observe, that if Sir Piercie Shafton's affairs had
permitted him to honour with his company our poor house of Saint
Mary's, he might have had less to complain of in respect of

"To give your lordship the reasons," said Sir Piercie Shafton, "why I
could not at this present time approach your dwelling, or avail myself
of its well-known and undoubted hospitality, craves either some delay,
or," looking around him, "a limited audience."

The Lord Abbot immediately issued his mandate to the Refectioner: "Hie
thee to the kitchen, Brother Hilarius, and there make inquiry of our
brother the Kitchener, within what time he opines that our collation
may be prepared, since sin and sorrow it were, considering the
hardships of this noble and gallant knight, no whit mentioning
or--weighing those we ourselves have endured, if we were now either to
advance or retard the hour of refection beyond the time when the
viands are fit to be set before us."

Brother Hilarius parted with an eager alertness to execute the will of
his Superior, and returned with the assurance, that punctually at one
afternoon would the collation be ready.

"Before that time," said the accurate Refectioner, "the wafers,
flamms, and pastry-meat, will scarce have had the just degree of fire
which learned pottingers prescribe as fittest for the body; and if it
should be past one o'clock, were it but ten minutes, our brother the
Kitchener opines, that the haunch of venison would suffer in spite of
the skill of the little turn-broche whom he has recommended to your
holiness by his praises."

"How!" said the Abbot, "a haunch of venison!--from whence comes that
dainty? I remember not thou didst intimate its presence in thy hamper
of vivers."

"So please your holiness and lordship," said the Refectioner, "he is a
son of the woman of the house who has shot it and sent it in--killed
but now; yet, as the animal heat hath not left the body, the Kitchener
undertakes it shall eat as tender as a young chicken--and this youth
hath a special gift in shooting deer, and never misses the heart or
the brain; so that the blood is not driven through the flesh, as
happens too often with us. It is a hart of grease--your holiness has
seldom seen such a haunch."

"Silence, Brother Hilarius," said the Abbot, wiping his mouth; "it is
not beseeming our order to talk of food so earnestly, especially as we
must oft have our animal powers exhausted by fasting, and be
accessible (as being ever mere mortals) to those signs of longing" (he
again wiped his mouth) "which arise on the mention of victuals to an
hungry man.--Minute down, however, the name of that youth--it is
fitting merit should be rewarded, and he shall hereafter be a
_frater ad succurrendum_ in the kitchen and buttery."

"Alas! reverend Father and my good lord," replied the Refectioner, "I
did inquire after the youth, and I learn he is one who prefers the
casque to the cowl, and the sword of the flesh to the weapons of the

"And if it be so," said the Abbot, "see that thou retain him as a
deputy-keeper and man-at-arms, and not as a lay brother of the
Monastery--for old Tallboy, our forester, waxes dim-eyed, and hath
twice spoiled a noble buck, by hitting him unwarily on the haunch. Ah!
'tis a foul fault, the abusing by evil-killing, evil-dressing,
evil-appetite, or otherwise, the good creatures indulged to us for our
use. Wherefore, secure us the service of this youth, Brother Hilarius,
in the way that may best suit him.--And now, Sir Piercie Shafton,
since the fates have assigned us a space of well-nigh an hour, ere we
dare hope to enjoy more than the vapour or savour of our repast, may I
pray you, of your courtesy, to tell me the cause of this visit; and,
above all, to inform us, why you will not approach our more pleasant
and better furnished _hospitium_?"

"Reverend Father, and my very good lord," said Sir Piercie Shafton,
"it is well known to your wisdom, that there are stone walls which
have ears, and that secrecy is to be looked to in matters which
concern a man's head." The Abbot signed to his attendants, excepting
the Sub-Prior, to leave the room, and then said, "Your valour, Sir
Piercie, may freely unburden yourself before our faithful friend and
counsellor Father Eustace, the benefits of whose advice we may too
soon lose, inasmuch as his merits will speedily recommend him to an
higher station, in which we trust he may find the blessing of a friend
and adviser as valuable as himself, since I may say of him, as our
claustral rhyme goeth,[Footnote: The rest of this doggerel rhyme may
be found in Fosbrooke's Learned work on British Monachism.]

'Dixit Abbas ad Prioris,
Tu es homo boni moris,
Quia semper sanioris
Mihi das concilia.'

Indeed," he added, "the office of Sub-Prior is altogether beneath our
dear brother; nor can we elevate him unto that of Prior, which, for
certain reasons, is at present kept vacant amongst us. Howbeit, Father
Eustace is fully possessed of my confidence, and worthy of yours, and
well may it be said of him, _Intravit in secretis nostris_."

Sir Piercie Shafton bowed to the reverend brethren, and, heaving a
sigh, as if he would burst his steel cuirass, he thus commenced his

"Certes, reverend sirs, I may well heave such a suspiration, who have,
as it were, exchanged heaven for purgatory, leaving the lightsome
sphere of the royal court of England for a remote nook in this
inaccessible desert--quitting the tilt-yard, where I was ever ready
among my compeers to splinter a lance, either for the love of honour,
or for the honour of love, in order to couch my knightly spear against
base and pilfering besognios and marauders--exchanging the lighted
halls, wherein I used nimbly to pace the swift coranto, or to move
with a loftier grace in the stately galliard, for this rugged and
decayed dungeon of rusty-coloured stone--quitting the gay theatre, for
the solitary chimney-nook of a Scottish dog-house--bartering the
sounds of the soul-ravishing lute, and the love-awaking viol-de-gamba,
for the discordant squeak of a northern bagpipe--above all, exchanging
the smiles of those beauties, who form a gay galaxy around the throne
of England, for the cold courtesy of an untaught damsel, and the
bewildered stare of a miller's maiden. More might I say of the
exchange of the conversation of gallant knights and gay courtiers of
mine own order and capacity, whose conceits are bright and vivid as
the lightning, for that of monks and churchmen--but it were
discourteous to urge that topic."

The Abbot listened to this list of complaints with great round eyes,
which evinced no exact intelligence of the orator's meaning; and when
the knight paused to take breath, he looked with a doubtful and
inquiring eye at the Sub-Prior, not well knowing in what tone he
should reply to an exordium so extraordinary. The Sub-Prior
accordingly stepped in to the relief of his principal.

"We deeply sympathize with you, Sir Knight, in the several
mortifications and hardships to which fate has subjected you,
particularly in that which has thrown you into the society of those,
who, as they were conscious they deserved not such an honour, so
neither did they at all desire it. But all this goes little way to
expound the cause of this train of disasters, or, in plainer words,
the reason which has compelled you into a situation having so few
charms for you."

"Gentle and reverend sir," replied the knight, "forgive an unhappy
person, who, in giving a history of his miseries, dilateth upon them
extremely, even as he who, having fallen from a precipice, looketh
upward to measure the height from which he hath been precipitated."

"Yea, but," said Father Eustace, "methinks it were wiser in him to tell
those who come to lift him up, which of his bones have been broken."

"You, reverend sir," said the knight, "have, in the encounter of our
wits, made a fair attaint; whereas I may be in some sort said to have
broken my staff across. [Footnote: _Attaint_ was a term of
tilting used to express the champion's having _attained_ his
mark, or, in other words, struck his lance straight and fair against
the helmet or breast of his adversary. Whereas to break the lance
across, intimated a total failure in directing the point of the weapon
on the object of his aim.] Pardon me, grave sir, that I speak in the
language of the tilt-yard, which is doubtless strange to your reverend
years.--Ah! brave resort of the noble, the fair and the gay!--Ah!
throne of love, and citadel of honour!--Ah! celestial beauties, by
whose bright eyes it is graced! Never more shall Piercie Shafton
advance, as the centre of your radiant glances, couch his lance, and
spur his horse at the sound of the spirit-stirring trumpets, nobly
called the voice of war--never more shall he baffle his adversary's
encounter boldly, break his spear dexterously, and ambling around the
lovely circle, receive the rewards with which beauty honours

Here he paused, wrung his hands, looked upwards, and seemed lost in
contemplation of his own fallen fortunes.

"Mad, very mad," whispered the Abbot to the Sub-Prior; "I would we
were fairly rid of him; for, of a truth, I expect he will proceed from
raving to mischief--Were it not better to call up the rest of the

But the Sub-Prior knew better than his Superior how to distinguish the
jargon of affectation from the ravings of insanity, and although the
extremity of the knight's passion seemed altogether fantastic, yet he
was not ignorant to what extravagancies the fashion of the day can
conduct its votaries.

Allowing, therefore, two minutes' space to permit the knight's
enthusiastic feelings to exhaust themselves, he again gravely reminded
him that the Lord Abbot had taken a journey, unwonted to his age and
habits, solely to learn in what he could serve Sir Piercie
Shafton--that it was altogether impossible he could do so without his
receiving distinct information of the situation in which he had now
sought refuge in Scotland.--"The day wore on," he observed, looking at
the window; "and if the Abbot should be obliged to return to the
Monastery without obtaining the necessary intelligence, the regret
might be mutual, but the inconvenience was like to be all on Sir
Piercie's own side."

The hint was not thrown away.

"O, goddess of courtesy!" said the knight, "can I so far have
forgotten thy behests as to make this good prelate's ease and time a
sacrifice to my vain complaints! Know, then, most worthy, and not less
worshipful, that I, your poor visitor and guest, am by birth nearly
bound to the Piercie of Northumberland, whose fame is so widely blown
through all parts of the world where English worth hath been known.
Now, this present Earl of Northumberland, of whom I propose to give
you the brief history----"

"It is altogether unnecessary," said the Abbot; "we know him to be a
good and true nobleman, and a sworn upholder of our Catholic faith, in
the spite of the heretical woman who now sits upon the throne of
England. And it is specially as his kinsman, and as knowing that ye
partake with him in such devout and faithful belief and adherence to
our holy Mother Church, that we say to you, Sir Piercie Shafton, that
ye be heartily welcome to us, and that, and we wist how, we would
labour to do you good service in your extremity."

"For such kind offer I rest your most humble debtor," said Sir
Piercie, "nor need I at this moment say more than that my Right
Honourable Cousin of Northumberland, having devised with me and some
others, the choice and picked spirits of the age, how and by what
means the worship of God, according to the Catholic Church, might be
again introduced into this distracted kingdom of England, (even as one
deviseth, by the assistance of his friend, to catch and bridle a
runaway steed,) it pleased him so deeply to intrust me in those
communications, that my personal safety becomes, as it were, entwined
or complicated therewith. Natheless, as we have had sudden reason to
believe, this Princess Elizabeth, who maintaineth around her a sort of
counsellors skilful in tracking whatever schemes may be pursued for
bringing her title into challenge, or for erecting again the
discipline of the Catholic Church, has obtained certain knowledge of
the trains which we had laid before we could give fire unto them.
Wherefore, my Right Honourable Cousin of Northumberland, thinking it
best belike that one man should take both blame and shame for the
whole, did lay the burden of all this trafficking upon my back; which
load I am the rather content to bear, in that he hath always shown
himself my kind and honourable kinsman, as well as that my estate, I
wot not how, hath of late been somewhat insufficient to maintain the
expense of those braveries, wherewith it is incumbent on us, who are
chosen and selected spirits, to distinguish ourselves from the

"So that possibly," said the Sub-Prior, "your private affairs rendered a
foreign journey less incommodious to you than it might have been to the
noble earl, your right worthy cousin?"

"You are right, reverend sir," answered the courtier; "_rem
acu_--you have touched the point with a needle--My cost and
expenses had been indeed somewhat lavish at the late triumphs and
tourneys, and the flat-capp'd citizens had shown themselves unwilling
to furnish my pocket for new gallantries for the honour of the nation,
as well as for mine own peculiar glory--and, to speak truth, it was in
some part the hope of seeing these matters amended that led me to
desire a new world in England."

"So that the miscarriage of your public enterprise, with the
derangement of your own private affairs," said the Sub-Prior, "have
induced you to seek Scotland as a place of refuge?"

"_Rem acu_, once again," said Sir Piercie; and not without good
cause, since my neck, if I remained, might have been brought within
the circumstances of a halter--and so speedy was my journey northward,
that I had but time to exchange my peach-coloured doublet of Genoa
velvet, thickly laid over with goldsmith's work, for this cuirass,
which was made by Bonamico of Milan, and travelled northward with all
speed, judging that I might do well to visit my Right Honourable
Cousin of Northumberland, at one of his numerous castles. But as I
posted towards Alnwick, even with the speed of a star, which, darting
from its native sphere, shoots wildly downwards, I was met at
Northallerton by one Henry Vaughan, a servant of my right honourable
kinsman, who showed me, that as then I might not with safety come to
his presence, seeing that, in obedience to orders from his court, he
was obliged to issue out letters for my incarceration."

"This," said the Abbot, "seems but hard measure on the part of your
honourable kinsman."

"It might be so judged, my lord," replied Sir Piercie; "nevertheless,
I will stand to the death for the honour of my Right Honourable Cousin
of Northumberland. Also, Henry Vaughan gave me, from my said cousin, a
good horse, and a purse of gold, with two Border-prickers, as they are
called, for my guides, who conducted me, by such roads and by-paths as
have never been seen since the days of Sir Lancelot and Sir Tristrem,
into this kingdom of Scotland, and to the house of a certain baron, or
one who holds the style of such, called Julian Avenel, with whom I
found such reception as the place and party could afford."

"And that," said the Abbot, "must have been right wretched; for to
judge from the appetite which Julian showeth when abroad, he hath not, I
judge, over-abundant provision at home."

"You are right, sir--your reverence is in the right," continued Sir
Piercie; "we had but lenten fare, and, what was worse, a score to
clear at the departure; for though this Julian Avenel called us to no
reckoning, yet he did so extravagantly admire the fashion of my
poniard--the _poignet_ being of silver exquisitely hatched, and
indeed the weapon being altogether a piece of exceeding rare device
and beauty--that in faith I could not for very shame's sake but pray
his acceptance of it; words which he gave me not the trouble of
repeating twice, before he had stuck it into his greasy buff-belt,
where, credit me, reverend sir, it showed more like a butcher's knife
than a gentleman's dagger."

"So goodly a gift might at least have purchased you a few days'
hospitality," said Father Eustace.

"Reverend sir," said Sir Piercie, "had I abidden with him, I should
have been complimented out of every remnant of my wardrobe--actually
flayed, by the hospitable gods I swear it! Sir, he secured my spare
doublet, and had a pluck at my galligaskins--I was enforced to beat a
retreat before I was altogether unrigged. That Border knave, his
serving man, had a pluck at me too, and usurped a scarlet cassock and
steel cuirass belonging to the page of my body, whom I was fain to
leave behind me. In good time I received a letter from my Right
Honourable Cousin, showing me that he had written to you in my behalf,
and sent to your charge two mails filled with wearing apparel--namely,
my rich crimson silk doublet, slashed out and lined with cloth of
gold, which I wore at the last revels, with baldric and trimmings to
correspond--also two pair black silk slops, with hanging garters of
carnation silk--also the flesh-coloured silken doublet, with the
trimmings of fur, in which I danced the salvage man at the Gray's-Inn

"Sir Knight," said the Sub-Prior, "I pray you to spare the farther
inventory of your wardrobe. The monks of Saint Mary's are no
free-booting barons, and whatever part of your vestments arrived at
our house, have been this day faithfully brought hither, with the
mails which contained them. I may presume from what has been said, as
we have indeed been, given to understand by the Earl of
Northumberland, that your desire is to remain for the present as
unknown and as unnoticed, as may be consistent with your high worth
and distinction?"

"Alas, reverend father!" replied the courtier, "a blade when it is in
the scabbard cannot give lustre, a diamond when it is in the casket
cannot give light, and worth, when it is compelled by circumstances to
obscure itself, cannot draw observation--my retreat can only attract
the admiration of those few to whom circumstances permit its
displaying itself."

"I conceive now, my venerable father and lord," said the Sub-Prior,
"that your wisdom will assign such a course of conduct to this noble
knight, as may be alike consistent with his safety, and with the weal
of the community. For you wot well, that perilous strides have been
made in these audacious days, to the destruction of all ecclesiastical
foundations, and that our holy community has been repeatedly menaced.
Hitherto they have found no flaw in our raiment; but a party, friendly
as well to the Queen of England, as to the heretical doctrines of the
schismatical church, or even to worse and wilder forms of heresy,
prevails now at the court of our sovereign, who dare not yield to her
suffering clergy the protection she would gladly extend to them."

"My lord, and reverend sir," said the knight, "I will gladly relieve
you of my presence, while ye canvass this matter at your freedom; and
to speak truly, I am desirous to see in what case the chamberlain of
my noble kinsman hath found my wardrobe, and how he hath packed the
same, and whether it has suffered from the journey--there are four
suits of as pure and elegant device as ever the fancy of a fair lady
doated upon, every one having a treble, and appropriate change of
ribbons, trimmings, and fringes, which, in case of need, may as it
were renew each of them, and multiply the four into twelve.--There is
also my sad-coloured riding-suit, and three cut-work shirts with
falling bands--I pray you, pardon me--I must needs see how matters
stand with them without farther dallying."

Thus speaking, he left the room; and the Sub-Prior, looking after him
significantly, added, "Where the treasure is will the heart be also."

"Saint Mary preserve our wits!" said the Abbot, stunned with the
knight's abundance of words; "were man's brains ever so stuffed with
silk and broadcloth, cut-work, and I wot not what besides! And what
could move the Earl of Northumberland to assume for his bosom
counsellor, in. matters of death and danger, such a feather-brained
coxcomb as this?"

"Had he been other than what he is, venerable father," said the
Sub-Prior, "he had been less fitted for the part of scape-goat, to which
his Right Honourable Cousin had probably destined him from the
commencement, in case of their plot failing. I know something of this
Piercie Shafton. The legitimacy of his mother's descent from the
Piercie family, the point on which he is most jealous, hath been
called in question. If hairbrained courage, and an outrageous spirit
of gallantry, can make good his pretensions to the high lineage he
claims, these qualities have never been denied him. For the rest, he
is one of the ruffling gallants of the time, like Howland Yorke,

[Footnote: "Yorke," says Camden, "was a Londoner, a man of
loose and dissolute behaviour, and desperately audacious--famous in
his time amongst the common bullies and swaggerers, as being the first
that, to the great admiration of many at his boldness, brought into
England the bold and dangerous way of fencing with the rapier in
duelling. Whereas, till that time, the English used to fight with long
swords and bucklers, striking with the edge, and thought it no part of
man either to push or strike beneath the girdle.

Having a command in the Low Countries, Yorke revolted to the
Spaniards, and died miserably, poisoned, as was supposed, by his new
allies. Three years afterwards, his bones were dug up and gibbeted by
the command of the States of Holland.

Thomas Stukely, another distinguished gallant of the time, was bred a
merchant, being the son of a rich clothier in the west. He wedded the
daughter and heiress of a wealthy alderman of London, named Curtis,
after whose death he squandered the riches he thus acquired in all
manner of extravagance. His wife, whose fortune supplied his waste,
represented to him that he ought to make more of her. Stukely replied,
"I will make as much of thee, believe me, as it is possible for any to
do;" and he kept his word in one sense, having stripped her even of
her wearing apparel, before he finally ran away from her.

Having fled to Italy, he contrived to impose upon the Pope, with a
plan of invading Ireland, for which he levied soldiers, and made some
preparations, but ended by engaging himself and his troops in the
service of King Sebastian of Portugal. He sailed with that prince on
his fatal voyage to Barbary, and fell with him at the battle of

Stukely, as one of the first gallants of the time, has had the honour
to be chronicled in song, in Evans' Old Ballads, vol. iii, edition
1810. His fate is also introduced in a tragedy, by George Peel, as has
been supposed, called the Battle of Alcazar, from which play Dryden is
alleged to have taken the idea of Don Sebastian; if so, it is
surprising he omitted a character so congenial to King Charles the
Second's time as the witty, brave, and profligate Thomas Stukely.]

and others, who wear out their fortunes, and endanger their lives, in
idle braveries, in order that they may be esteemed the only choice
gallants of the time; and afterwards endeavour to repair their
estate, by engaging in the desperate plots and conspiracies which
wiser heads have devised. To use one of his own conceited similitudes,
such courageous fools resemble hawks, which the wiser conspirator
keeps hooded and blinded on his wrist until the quarry is on the wing,
and who are then flown at them."

"Saint Mary," said the Abbot, "he were an evil guest to introduce into
our quiet household. Our young monks make bustle enough, and more than
is beseeming God's servants, about their outward attire already--this
knight were enough to turn their brains, from the _Vestiarius_
down to the very scullion boy."

"A worse evil might follow," said the Sub-Prior: "in these bad days,
the patrimony of the church is bought and sold, forfeited and
distrained, as if it were the unhallowed soil appertaining to a
secular baron. Think what penalty awaits us, were we convicted of
harbouring a rebel to her whom they call the Queen of England! There
would neither be wanting Scottish parasites to beg the lands of the
foundation, nor an army from England to burn and harry the Halidome.
The men of Scotland were once Scotsmen, firm and united in the love of
their country, and throwing every other consideration aside when the
frontier was menaced--now they are--what shall I call them--the one
part French, the other part English, considering their dear native
country merely as a prize-fighting stage, upon which foreigners are
welcome to decide their quarrels."

"Benedictine!" replied the Abbot, "they are indeed slippery and evil

"And therefore," said Father Eustace, "we must walk warily--we must
not, for example, bring this man--this Sir Piercie Shafton, to our
house of Saint Mary's."

"But how then shall we dispose of him?" replied the Abbot; "bethink
thee that he is a sufferer for holy Church's sake--that his patron,
the Earl of Northumberland, hath been our friend, and that, lying so
near us, he may work us weal or wo according as we deal with his

"And, accordingly," said the Sub-Prior, "for these reasons, as well as
for discharge of the great duty of Christian charity, I would protect
and relieve this man. Let him not go back to Julian Avenel--that
unconscientious baron would not stick to plunder the exiled
stranger--Let him remain here--the spot is secluded, and if the
accommodation be beneath his quality, discovery will become the less
likely. We will make such means for his convenience as we can devise."

"Will he be persuaded, thinkest thou?" said the Abbot; "I will leave
my own travelling bed for his repose, and send up a suitable

"With such easements," said the Sub-Prior, "he must not complain; and
then, if threatened by any sudden danger, he can soon come down to the
sanctuary, where we will harbour him in secret until means can be
devised of dismissing him in safety."

"Were we not better," said the Abbot, "send him on to the court, and
get rid of him at once?"

"Ay, but at the expense of our friends--this butterfly may fold his
wings, and lie under cover in the cold air of Glendearg; but were he
at Holyrood, he would, did his life depend on it, expand his spangled
drapery in the eyes of the queen and court--Rather than fail of
distinction, he would sue for love to our gracious sovereign--the eyes
of all men would be upon him in the course of three short days, and
the international peace of the two ends of the island endangered for a
creature, who, like a silly moth, cannot abstain from fluttering round
a light."

"Thou hast prevailed with me, Father Eustace," said the Abbot, "and it
will go hard but I improve on thy plan--I will send up in secret, not
only household stuff, but wine and wassell-bread. There is a young
swankie here who shoots venison well. I will give him directions to
see that the knight lacks none."

"Whatever accommodation he can have, which infers not a risk of
discovery," said the Sub-Prior, "it is our duty to afford him."

"Nay," said the Abbot, "we will do more, and will instantly despatch a
servant express to the keeper of our revestiary to send us such things
as he may want, even this night. See it done, good father."

"I will," answered Father Eustace; "but I hear the gull clamorous for
some one to truss his points.[Footnote: The points were the strings of
cord or ribbon, (so called, because _pointed_ with metal like the
laces of women's stays,) which attached the doublet to the hose. They
were very numerous, and required assistance to tie them properly,
which was called _trussing_.] He will be fortunate if he lights
on any one here who can do him the office of groom of the chamber."

"I would he would appear," said the Abbot, "for here comes the
Refectioner with the collation--By my faith, the ride hath given me a
sharp appetite!"

Sir Walter Scott