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Chapter 22

Yes, life hath left him--every busy thought,
Each fiery passion, every strong affection,
All sense of outward ill and inward sorrow,
Are fled at once from the pale trunk before me;
And I have given that which spoke and moved,
Thought, acted, suffer'd as a living man,
To be a ghastly form of bloody clay,
Soon the foul food for reptiles.

I believe few successful duellists (if the word successful can be
applied to a superiority so fatal) have beheld their dead antagonist
stretched on the earth at their feet, without wishing they could
redeem with their own blood that which it has been their fate to
spill. Least of all could such indifference be the lot of so young a
man as Halbert Glendinning, who, unused to the sight of human blood,
was not only struck with sorrow, but with terror, when he beheld Sir
Piercie Shafton lie stretched on the green-sward before him, vomiting
gore as if impelled by the strokes of a pump. He threw his bloody
sword on the ground, and hastened to kneel and support him, vainly
striving, at the same time, to stanch his wound, which seemed rather
to bleed inwardly than externally.

The unfortunate knight spoke at intervals, when the syncope would
permit him, and his words, so far as intelligible, partook of his
affected and conceited, yet not ungenerous character.

"Most rustical youth," he said, "thy fortune hath prevailed over
knightly skill--and Audacity hath overcome Condescension, even as the
kite hath sometimes hawked at and struck down the falcon-gentle.--Fly
and save thyself!--Take my purse--it is in the nether pocket of my
carnation-coloured hose--and is worth a clown's acceptance. See that
my mails, with my vestments, be sent to the Monastery of Saint
Mary's"--(here his voice grew weak, and his mind and recollection
seemed to waver)--"I bestow the cut velvet jerkin, with close breeches
conforming--for--oh!--the good of my soul."

"Be of good comfort, sir," said Halbert, half distracted with his agony
of pity and remorse. "I trust you shall yet do well--Oh for a leech!"

"Were there twenty physicians, O most generous Audacity, and that were
a grave spectacle--I might not survive, my life is ebbing
fast.--Commend me to the rustical nymph whom I called my Discretion--O
Claridiana!--true empress of this bleeding heart--which now bleedeth
in sad earnest!--Place me on the ground at my length, most rustical
victor, born to quench the pride of the burning light of the most
felicitous court of Feliciana--O saints and angels---knights and
ladies--masques and theatres--quaint devices--chain-work and
broidery--love, honour, and beauty!----"

While muttering these last words, which slid from him, as it were
unawares, while doubtless he was calling to mind the glories of the
English court, the gallant Sir Piercie Shafton stretched out his
limbs--groaned deeply, shut his eyes, and became motionless.

The victor tore his hair for very sorrow, as he looked on the pale
countenance of his victim. Life, he thought, had not utterly fled, but
without better aid than his own, he saw not how it could be preserved.

"Why," he exclaimed in vain penitence, "why did I provoke him to an
issue so fatal! Would to God I had submitted to the worst insult man
could receive from man, rather than be the bloody instrument of this
bloody deed--and doubly cursed be this evil-boding spot, which,
haunted as I knew it to be by a witch or a devil, I yet chose for the
place of combat! In any other place, save this, there had been help to
be gotten by speed of foot, or by uplifting of voice--but here there
is no one to be found by search, no one to hear my shouts, save the
evil spirit who has counselled this mischief. It is not her hour--I
will essay the spell howsoever; and if she can give me aid, she
_shall_ do it, or know of what a madman is capable even against
those of another world!"

He spurned his bloody shoe from his foot, and repeated the spell with
which the reader is well acquainted; but there was neither voice,
apparition, nor signal of answer. The youth, in the impatience of his
despair, and with the rash hardihood which formed the basis of his
character, shouted aloud, "Witch--Sorceress--Fiend!--art thou deaf to
my cries of help, and so ready to appear and answer those of
vengeance? Arise and speak to me, or I will choke up thy fountain,
tear down thy hollybush, and leave thy haunt as waste and bare as thy
fatal assistance has made me waste of comfort and bare of
counsel!"--This furious and raving invocation was suddenly interrupted
by a distant sound, resembling a hollo, from the gorge of the ravine.
"Now may Saint Mary be praised," said the youth, hastily fastening his
sandal, "I hear the voice of some living man, who may give me counsel
and help in this fearful extremity."

Having donned his sandal, Halbert Glendinning, hallooing at intervals,
in answer to the sound which he had heard, ran with the speed of a
hunted buck down the rugged defile, as if paradise had been before
him, hell and all her furies behind, and his eternal happiness or
misery had depended upon the speed which he exerted. In a space
incredibly short for any one but a Scottish mountaineer having his
nerves strung by the deepest and most passionate interest, the youth
reached the entrance of the ravine, through which the rill that flows
down Corri-nan-shian discharges itself, and unites with the brook that
waters the little valley of Glendearg.

Here he paused, and looked around him upwards and downwards through
the glen, without perceiving a human form. His heart sank within him.
But the windings of the glen intercepted his prospect, and the person,
whose voice he had heard, might therefore, be at no great distance,
though not obvious to his sight. The branches of an oak-tree, which
shot straight out from the face of a tall cliff, proffered to his bold
spirit, steady head, and active limbs, the means of ascending it as a
place of out-look, although the enterprise was what most men would
have shrunk from. But by one bound from the earth, the active youth
caught hold of the lower branch, and swung himself up into the tree,
and in a minute more gained the top of the cliff, from which he could
easily descry a human figure descending the valley. It was not that
of a shepherd, or of a hunter, and scarcely any others used to
traverse this deserted solitude, especially coming from the north,
since the reader may remember that the brook took its rise from an
extensive and dangerous morass which lay in that direction.

But Halbert Glendinning did not pause to consider who the traveller
might be, or what might be the purpose of his journey. To know that he
saw a human being, and might receive, in the extremity of his
distress, the countenance and advice of a fellow-creature, was enough
for him at the moment. He threw himself from the pinnacle of the cliff
once more into the arms of the projecting oak-tree, whose boughs waved
in middle air, anchored by the roots in a huge rift or chasm of the
rock. Catching at the branch which was nearest to him, he dropped
himself from that height upon the ground; and such was the athletic
springiness of his youthful sinews, that he pitched there as lightly,
and with as little injury, as the falcon stooping from her wheel.

To resume his race at full speed up the glen, was the work of an
instant; and as he turned angle after angle of the indented banks of
the valley, without meeting that which he sought, he became half
afraid that the form which he had seen at such a distance had already
melted into thin air, and was either a deception of his own
imagination, or of the elementary spirits by which the valley was
supposed to be haunted.

But to his inexpressible joy, as he turned round the base of a huge
and distinguished crag, he saw, straight before and very near to him,
a person, whose dress, as he viewed it hastily, resembled that of a

He was a man of advanced life, and wearing a long beard, having on his
head a large slouched hat, without either band or brooch. His dress
was a tunic of black serge, which, like those commonly called
hussar-cloaks, had an upper part, which covered the arms and fell down
on the lower; a small scrip and bottle, which hung at his back, with a
stout staff in his hand, completed his equipage. His step was feeble,
like that of one exhausted by a toilsome journey.

"Save ye, good father!" said the youth. "God and Our Lady have sent
you to my assistance."

"And in what, my son, can so frail a creature as I am, be of service
to you?" said the old man, not a little surprised at being thus
accosted by so handsome a youth, his features discomposed by anxiety,
his face flushed with exertion, his hands and much of his dress
stained with blood. "A man bleeds to death in the valley here, hard
by. Come with me--come with me! You are aged--you have
experience--you have at least your senses--and mine have well nigh
left me."

"A man--and bleeding to death--and here in this desolate spot!" said
the stranger.

"Stay not to question it, father," said the youth, "but come instantly
to his rescue. Follow me,--follow me, without an instant's delay."

"Nay, but, my son," said the old man, "we do not lightly follow the
guides who present themselves thus suddenly in the bosom of a howling
wilderness. Ere I follow thee, thou must expound to me thy name, thy
purpose, and thy cause."

"There is no time to expound any thing," said Halbert; "I tell thee a
man's life is at stake, and thou must come to aid him, or I will carry
thee thither by force!"

"Nay, thou shalt not need," said the traveller; "if it indeed be as
thou sayest, I will follow thee of free-will--the rather that I am not
wholly unskilled in leech-craft, and have in my scrip that which may
do thy friend a service--Yet walk more slowly, I pray thee, for I am
already well-nigh forespent with travel."

With the indignant impatience of the fiery steed when compelled by his
rider to keep pace with some slow drudge upon the highway, Halbert
accompanied the wayfarer, burning with anxiety which he endeavoured to
subdue, that he might not alarm his companion, who was obviously
afraid to trust him. When they reached the place where they were to
turn off the wider glen into the Corri, the traveller made a doubtful
pause, as if unwilling to leave the broader path--"Young man," he
said, "if thou meanest aught but good to these gray hairs, thou wilt
gain little by thy cruelty--I have no earthly treasure to tempt either
robber or murderer."

"And I," said the youth, "am neither--and yet--God of Heaven!--I
_may_ be a murderer, unless your aid comes in time to this
wounded wretch!"

"Is it even so," said the traveller; "and do human passions disturb the
breast of nature, even in her deepest solitude?--Yet why should I marvel
that where darkness abides the works of darkness should abound?--By its
fruits is the tree known--Lead on, unhappy youth--I follow thee!"

And with better will to the journey than he had evinced hitherto, the
stranger exerted himself to the uttermost, and seemed to forget his own
fatigue in his efforts to keep pace with his impatient guide.

What was the surprise of Halbert Glendinning, when, upon arriving at
the fatal spot, he saw no appearance of the body of Sir Piercie
Shafton! The traces of the fray were otherwise sufficiently visible.
The knight's cloak had indeed vanished as well as his body, but his
doublet remained where he had laid it down, and the turf on which he
had been stretched was stained with blood in many a dark crimson spot.

As he gazed round him in terror and astonishment, Halbert's eyes fell
upon the place of sepulture which had so lately appeared to gape for a
victim. It was no longer open, and it seemed that earth had received
the expected tenant; for the usual narrow hillock was piled over what
had lately been an open grave, and the green sod was adjusted over all
with the accuracy of an experienced sexton. Halbert stood aghast. The
idea rushed on his mind irresistibly, that the earth-heap before him
enclosed what had lately been a living, moving, and sentient
fellow-creature, whom, on little provocation, his fell act had reduced
to a clod of the valley, as senseless and as cold as the turf under
which he rested. The hand that scooped the grave had completed its
word; and whose hand could it be save that of the mysterious being of
doubtful quality, whom his rashness had invoked, and whom he had
suffered to intermingle in his destinies?

As he stood with clasped hands and uplifted eyes, bitterly ruing his
rashness, he was roused by the voice of the stranger, whose suspicions
of his guide had again been awakened by finding the scene so different
from what Halbert had led him to expect.--"Young man," he said, "hast
thou baited thy tongue with falsehood to cut perhaps only a few days
from the life of one whom Nature will soon call home, without guilt on
thy part to hasten his journey?"

"By the blessed Heaven!--by our dear Lady!" ejaculated Halbert--

"Swear not at all!" said the stranger, interrupting him, "neither by
Heaven, for it is God's throne, nor by earth, for it is his
footstool--nor by the creatures whom he hath made, for they are but
earth and clay as we are. Let thy yea be yea, and thy nay, nay. Tell
me in a word, why and for what purpose thou hast feigned a tale, to
lead a bewildered traveller yet farther astray?"

"As I am a Christian man," said Glendinning, "I left him here bleeding
to death--and now I nowhere spy him, and much I doubt that the tomb
that thou seest has closed on his mortal remains."

"And who is he for whose fate thou art so anxious?" said the stranger;
"or how is it possible that this wounded man could have been either
removed from, or interred in, a place so solitary?"

"His name," said Halbert, after a moment's pause, "is Piercie
Shafton--there, on that very spot I left him bleeding; and what power
has conveyed him hence, I know no more than thou dost."

"Piercie Shafton?" said the stranger; "Sir Piercie Shafton of
Wilverton, a kinsman, as it is said, of the great Piercie of
Northumberland? If thou hast slain him, to return to the territories
of the proud Abbot is to give thy neck to the gallows. He is well
known, that Piercie Shafton; the meddling tool of wiser plotters--a
harebrained trafficker in treason--a champion of the Pope, employed as
a forlorn hope by those more politic heads, who have more will to work
mischief, than valour to encounter danger.--Come with me, youth, and
save thyself from the evil consequences of this deed--Guide me to the
Castle of Avenel, and thy reward shall be protection and safety."

Again Halbert paused, and summoned his mind to a hasty council. The
vengeance with which the Abbot was likely to visit the slaughter of
Shafton, his friend, and in some measure his guest, was likely to be
severe; yet, in the various contingencies which he had considered
previous to their duel, he had unaccountably omitted to reflect what
was to be his line of conduct in case of Sir Piercie falling by his
hand. If he returned to Glendearg, he was sure to draw on his whole
family, including Mary Avenel, the resentment of the Abbot and
community, whereas it was possible that flight might make him be
regarded as the sole author of the deed, and might avert the
indignation of the monks from the rest of the inhabitants of his
paternal tower. Halbert recollected also the favour expressed for the
household, and especially for Edward, by the Sub-Prior; and he
conceived that he could, by communicating his own guilt to that worthy
ecclesiastic, when at a distance from Glendearg, secure his powerful
interposition in favour of his family. These thoughts rapidly passed
through his mind, and he determined on flight. The stranger's company
and his promised protection came in aid of that resolution; but he was
unable to reconcile the invitation which the old man gave him to
accompany him for safety to the Castle of Avenel, with the connexions
of Julian, the present usurper of that inheritance.

"Good father," he said, "I fear that you mistake the man with whom you
wish me to harbour. Avenel guided Piercie Shafton into Scotland, and
his henchman, Christie of the Clinthill, brought the Southron hither."

"Of that," said the old man, "I am well aware. Yet if thou wilt trust
to me, as I have shown no reluctance to confide in thee, thou shalt
find with Julian Avenel welcome, or at least safety."

"Father," replied Halbert, "though I can ill reconcile what thou
sayest with what Julian Avenel hath done, yet caring little about the
safety of a creature so lost as myself, and as thy words seem those of
truth and honesty, and finally, as thou didst render thyself frankly
up to my conduct, I will return the confidence thou hast shown, and
accompany thee to the Castle of Avenel by a road which thou thyself
couldst never have discovered." He led the way, and the old man
followed for some time in silence.

Sir Walter Scott