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The King Intervenes.

Late evening had fallen on the gray walls of Stirling Castle, and dark night on the town itself, where narrow streets and high gables gave early welcome to the murk, while the westward-facing turrets of the castle still reflected the departing glory of the sky. With some suggestion of stealth in his movements, a young man picked his way through the thickening gloom of the streets. There was still light enough to show that, judging by his costume, he was of the well-to-do farmer class. This was proclaimed by his broad, coarse bonnet, and the great check-blade which he wore, not looped to the shoulder and pinned there by a brooch, Highland fashion, but wrapped round his middle, with the two ends brought over the shoulders and tucked under the wide belt, which the plate itself made.

The fringes hanging down at each knee, as a lowland shepherd might have worn the garment. As he threaded his way through the tortuous streets, ever descending, he heard the clatter of a troop of horse coming up, and paused, looking to the right and left, as if desirous of escaping an encounter which seemed inevitable. But if such were his object, the stoppage, although momentary, was already too long. For ere he could deflect his course, the foremost of the horsemen was upon him, a well-known noble of the Scottish court. "'Out o my way, fellow!' cried the rider, and barely giving him time to obey, the horseman struck at the pedestrian fiercely with his whip.

The young man's agility saved him. Nimbly he placed his back against the wall. Thus avoiding the horse's hoop, and the rider's lash. The victim's right hand made a swift motion to his left hip, but finding no weapon of defense there, the arm fell back to his side again, and he laughed quietly to himself. The next motion of his hand was more in accordance with his station, for it removed his bonnet, and he stood uncovered until the proud cavalcade passed him. When the street was once more clear, and the echoing sounds had died away in the direction of the castle, the youth descended and descended until he came to the lower part of the town, where, turning aside up a narrow lane, he knocked at the door of a closed and shuttered building, evidently an abiding place of the poor inhabitants of Stirling.

With some degree of caution, the door was slightly opened, But when the occupant saw, by the flash of a light that came from within, who his visitor was, he threw the portal wide, and warmly welcomed the newcomer. "'Hey, guidemond,' he cried, "'yer late the night in Stirling.' "'Yes,' said the young man, stepping inside, "'but the farm will see nothing of me till the morning.' "'I've a friend in town who gives me a bed for myself and a stall for my horse, and gets the same in return when he pays a visit to the country.' "'A fair exchange,' replied the host, as he closed and barred the door. The low room in which the stranger found himself was palpably a cobbler's shop. Boots and shoes of various sizes and different degrees of ill repair strewed the floor.

And the bench in the corner under a lighted cruise held implements of the trade, while the apron, which enveloped the man of the door, proclaimed his occupation. The incomer seated himself on a stool, and the cobbler returned to his last, resuming his interrupted work. He looked up, however, from time to time, in kindly fashion, at his visitor, who seemed to be a welcome guest. "'Well,' said the shoemaker, with a laugh, "'what's wrong with you?' "'Wrong with me? Nothing. Why do you think there's anything amiss? You are flushed in the face, your breath comes quick, as if you had been running, and there's a set about your lips that spells anger.' "'You are a very observing man, Fleming,' replied he of the plate.

"'I have been walking fast, so that I should have little chance of meeting anyone.' But it is as well to tell the whole truth as only part of it. I had a fright up the street. One of those young court sprigs, riding to the castle, tried to trample me under the feet of his horse, and struck at me with his whip for getting into his road. So I had just to plaster my back against somebody's front door and keep out of the way. It's easy to see that you live in the country, Ballengeich. replied the cobbler, or you would never get red in the face over a little thing like that. I had some thought of pulling him off his horse, nevertheless, said the laird of Ballengeich, whose brow wrinkled into a frown at the thought of the indignity he had suffered.

It was just as well you left him alone, commented the cobbler, for an unarmed man must Even take whatever those court gallants think fit to offer, and if wise he keeps the gap in his face shut, for fear he gets a bigger gap opened in his head. Such doings on the part of the nobles do not make them exactly popular. Still, I am speaking rather freely, and doubtless you are a firm friend of the new king." And the shoemaker cast a cautious, sidelong glance at his visitor. "'A friend of the king. I wonder to hear you. I doubt if he has a greater enemy than myself in all Scotland.' "'Do you mean that, Ballengeich?' inquired the shoemaker with more of interest than the subject appeared to demand, laying down his hammer as he spoke, and looking intently at his guest.

"'I never say it if it wasn't true,' replied the laird. It was some moments before the workman spoke. And then he surprised the laird by a remark which had apparently nothing to do with what had been said before. "'You're not a married man, I think you told me?' "'No, I'm not. There's time enough for that yet,' returned the other with a smile. "'You see, I'm new to my situation of responsibility, and it's as well not to take in the wife till you are sure you can support her.' What like a house have you got, and how far is it from Stirling? The house is well enough in its way. There's more room in it than I care to occupy. It's strongly built of stone and could stand a siege if necessary, as very likely it has done in days long past, for it's a stout old mansion.

It's near enough to Stirling for me to come in and see my friend the Cobbler in the evening, and sleep in my own bed that night, if I care to do so. Is it in a lonely place? I can hardly say that. It is at the top of a bit hill, yet there's room enough to give you rest and retirement, if you should think of keeping retreat from the busy world of the town. What's on your mind, Fleming? Are you swithering whether you'll turn farmer or no? Let me inform you that it's a poor occupation. I tell you what's on my mind, Ballangege, if you'll swear piously to keep it a secret. Indeed, I'll do nothing of the sort, replied the young man decisively. An honest man's bare word is as good as his bond, and the strongest oath ever sworn, never yet kept "'A rascal from divulging a secret entrusted to him.'" "'You're right in that, you're right in that,' the cobbler hastened to add.

"'But this involves others as well as myself, and all are bound to each other by oaths. Then I venture to say you are engaged in some nefarious business. What is it?' I'll tell nobody, and mayhap young as I am, I can give you some plain, useful advice from the green fields that will counteract the pernicious notions that rise in the stifling winds of the crowded town. Well, I'm not at all sure that we don't need it, for, to tell the truth, I have met with a wild set of lads, and find myself wondering how long my head will be in partnership with my body. Is the case so serious as that? Aye, it is. Then why not withdraw? Ah, that's easier said than done. When you once shut a spring door on yourself, it isn't by saying, I will that you get out.

You'll not have forgotten the first night we met, when you jumped down on my back from the wall of the Greyfriars Church. I remember it very distinctly. But which was the more surprised you or I, I have never yet been able to settle. I know I was very much taken aback. "'Not so much as I,' interrupted the cobbler dryly, "'when you came plump on my shoulders.' "'I was going to say,' went on Ballengeich, "'that I am afraid my explanation about taking a shortcut was rather incoherent.' "'Oh, no more than mine.' that I was there to catch a thief. It was none of my business to learn why you were in the kirk-yard. By the way, did you ever hear any more of the thief you were after? That's just the point I'm coming to.

The man we were after was his youthful majesty, James V of Scotland. "'What, the king?' exclaimed the amazed laird. "'Just him and no other,' replied the cobbler. And very glad I am that the ploy miscarried, although I fear it's to come on again. I never heard the like of this. You may well say that. You see, it is known that the king in disguise visits a certain house. For what purpose his majesty will be able to tell you better than I? He goes unattended and secretly, and this gives us our chance. But what in the name of the god of fools, whoever he happens to be, would you do with Jamie once you got him? Indeed, there's many things that might be mended in this country, as you very well know, and the king can mend them, if he likes, with a word.

Now, rather than have his throat cut, our leader thinks he will agree to reasonable reform. And supposing he doesn't agree, are you going to cut his throat? I don't know what would happen if he proved stubborn. The moderate section is just for locking him by somewhere until he listens to wisdom. And it is in your mind that my house should become a prison for the king? It seems to me worth considering. There seems to me very little worth considering the matter. It's a mad scheme. Supposing the king promised under compulsion What would be his first action the moment he returned to Stirling Castle? He would scour the country for you, and your heads would come off one by one like buttons from an old coat.

That's what I said. Trust the word of a steward, says I. It's pure nonsense. Oh, I'm not sure, but the word of a steward is as good as the word of any other man. replied Ballengage, with a ring of anger in his voice, at which the cobbler looked up surprised. "'You're not such an enemy of the king as you let on at first,' commented the mender of shoes. "'I doubt if I should have told you all this. Have no fear. I can pledge you that my word is as good as a steward's, at least. I hope it's a good deal better.' Your plan is not only useless, but dangerous, my friend. I told you I would give you my advice, and now you have it. Do you think James is a lad that you can tie to your bench stool here?

Lock your door and expect to find him when you come back? You must remember that James has been in captivity before, when the Earl of Angus thought he had him secure in the stronghold of Falkland. And yet, Jamie, who was then but a lad of sixteen, managed to escape. Man, Fleming, I must tell you about that some day. Tell me about what? inquired the shoemaker. Oh, well, it may not be true after all, said young Ballengeich in confusion, but a friend of mine was gardener at Falkland and knew the whole story about James's escape. Never mind that. My advice to you is to shake hands with all such schemes, and turn your back on them. Oh, that's soon said, cried the cobbler with some impatience. Keep out of the fire, and ye'll not be burnt, says the branch on the tree to the faggot on the woodman's back.

You see, Balengeish, in this matter I'm between the cartwheel and the hard road. My head's off if this ploy miscarries, as you've just told me, and my throat's cut if I withdraw from the secret conclave. It's but a choice between two hashings. There's a dead cobbler in any event. I see your difficulty, said the laird. Do you want to be helped out of it? Does the toad want to get from under the harrow? When is your next meeting, and where? The meetings are held in this room, and the next will be on Wednesday night at eleven o'clock. Bless my soul, cried Ballengeich. Would nothing content you but to drink the whole bucketful? The rendezvous in your shop? Then whoever escapes your head's on a pike.

Aye, murmured the shoemaker dismally. "'It isn't taking very many of you to overturn the house of Stuart,' said the lad, looking about the room, which was small. "'There's just one less than a dozen,' replied the cobbler. "'Then we'll make up the number to the even twelve, hoping good luck will attend us, for we will be as many as the apostles. Between now and Wednesday you might confer with your leaders, Fleming.' Tell them you know a young man you can trust who owns exactly the kind of house that James can be kept fast in if he is captured. Say that your new conspirator will take the oath or anything else they like to give, and add, what is more to the purpose, that he has a plot of his own which differs from theirs, in giving at least as much chance of success, and possesses the additional advantage of being safe.

Whether his plan miscarries or not, there will be no need to fear a reprisal, and that is much to say in its favour. "'It is everything in its favour,' said the shoemaker, with a sigh of relief. "'Very well, then. I will meet you here on Wednesday night at this time.' and learned whether or no they agreed to have me as one of their number. If they refuse, there's no harm done. I shall say nothing, and the king will know no more about the matter than he does now. I could not ask better assurance than that," said the host cordially as his guest rose. They shook hands and the guidemen of Ballengeich after peering out into the darkness to see that the way was clear took his sleep. Chapter One, Part One.

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The Prince of Goodfellows.

The Prince of Goodfellows. Chapter One. Part Two.

The laird was prompt in keeping his appointment on the following Wednesday, and learned that the conspirators were glad of his assistance. The cobbler's toolbox had been pushed out of the way, and a makeshift table, composed of three boards and two trestles, occupied the center of the room. A bench made up in similar fashion ran along the back wall, and there were, besides, half a dozen stools. A hospitable pitcher of strong drink stood on the rude table, with a few small measures, cups and horns. As if the weight of conspiracy had lain heavy on his shoulders, the young laird of Ballengeich seemed older than he had ever looked before. Lines of care marked his brow, and his distraught manner proclaimed the plot-monger new to a dangerous business.

The lights, however, were dim, and Ballengeich doubted if any there present would recognise him should they meet him in broad day, and this, in a measure, was comforting. The cobbler sat very quiet on his accustomed bench, the others occupying the stools and the board along the wall. "'We have been told,' began the leader, who filled the chair at the head of the table. where he had ministered the oath with much solemnity to their new member. "'We have been told that you own a house which you will place at our disposal should the purpose for which we are gathered here together succeed. I have such a house,' said the laird, "'and it is of course placed freely at your service.' But the plan you propose is so full of danger that I wonder if you have given the project the deep consideration it deserves.

It will be a hazardous undertaking to get the king safely into my house. But let us suppose that done. How are you going to keep him there? We will set a guard over him. Very good. Which of you are to be the guardsmen, and how many? The conspirators looked one at another, but no one replied. At last the leader said, "'It will be time to settle that when we have him safely under bolt.' "'Pardon me, not so. The time to arrange all things is now. Everything must be cut and dried, or failure is certain. The moment the king is missing the country will be scored for him.' There will be no possible place of refuge for miles round that will not be searched for the missing monarch. We will suppose that four of you are guarding the king.

Two and two turn about. What are the four and myself to say to the king's soldiers when they demand entrance to my house? The king is but a boy, and when he sees death or compliance before him, he will accede to our demands. He is a boy, it is true, agreed the laird. But he is a boy, as I pointed out to my friend Fleming, who escaped from the clutches of the Earl of Angus out of the stronghold of Falkland Palace, and who afterwards drew the Earl and many of the Douglas leaders into English exile. That is the kind of boy you have to deal with. Suppose then he gives consent to all you place before him? Do you think he will keep his word? I doubt it, said the cobbler, speaking for the first time.

The word of a steward is not worth a snap of my finger. On the other hand, if he does not accede, continued Ballengeich, what are we to do with him? Cut his throat, replied the leader decisively. No, no! cried several others, and for a moment there was a clamor of discussion, all speaking at once, while the laird stood silently regarding the vociferous disputants. Finally their leader said, "'What better plan have you to propose?' "'The king is a boy,' spoke up Ballengeich. "'As you have said.' At the sound of his voice instant silence reigned. But he is a boy, as I have told you, extremely difficult to handle with violence. I propose then to approach him peaceably. The fact that he is a boy, or a very young man at least, implies that his mind will be more impressionable than that of an older person whose ideas are set.

I propose then that a deputation wait upon his majesty, and place before him the evils that require remedying, being prepared to answer any question he may ask regarding the method of their amendment. If feasibly means fail, then try violence, say I. But it is hardly fair to the young man to approach him at the beginning of his reign with a dirt in the hand. His answer would likely be a reference to his headsman. That is a favourite Stuart mode of argument. "'I have some friends about the castle,' continued the lad. "'I supply them with various necessaries from the farm, and if I do say it myself, I am well thought of by some in authority. I can guarantee you, I am sure, a safe conduct for your mission.' But if safe conduct be refused, said the leader, in that case no harm's done.

I shall divulge the names of none here present, for indeed I know the name of none, except of my friend the cobbler. Will you head the delegation and be its spokesman? No. My power to serve you lies in the fact that I am well thought of in the palace. This power would be instantly destroyed, were I known as disaffected. I would put it on this basis. My friend Fleming is the spokesman of ten others who have grievances to place before His Majesty. Therefore, as a matter of friendship between Fleming and myself, I ask safe conduct for the eleven. Indeed, cried the cobbler, I wish you would leave my name out of the affair, since no one else seems eager to put his own forward. "'I put mine forward in making the request,' said Ballengeich.

"'Aye, but not as one of the deputation.' "'Very well,' agreed the lad in an often manner. "'If you make a point of it, I have no objection to saying that I shall make one of the concert.' I only propose to keep out of it because it is always wise to have an unbiased person to put in his word at a critical moment, and it seems to me important to have such a person on the outside. But it shall be exactly as you please. I care little one way or the other. I have made my proposal, and with you rests the acceptance or the rejection of it. If you think it safer to kidnap a king than to have a friendly chat with him, amicably arranged beforehand, then all I can say is that I don't in the least agree with you.

Please yourselves, please yourselves. We have but one neck apiece, and surely we can risk it in the manner that brings us most content. There is wisdom in what the laird says. cried one of the more moderate party. "'I never liked the kidnapping idea.' "'Nor I,' said the cobbler, "'it was but a wild-heelon notion.' "'My project has this advantage,' continued Ballengeich with nonchalant impartiality, "'that if it does not succeed, you can then fall back upon abduction. "'Nothing in this proposal interferes with the ultimate carrying out of your first plan.' It is putting our heads in the lion's mouth, objected the leader. But in the discussion that followed he was outvoted. Then came the choosing of the delegates, on which rock the enterprise was nearly wrecked, for there seemed to be no anxiety on the part of any fore present to form the committee of expostulation, which was to meet the monarch.

At last it was decided that all should go if Ballengeich could produce a written safe conduct signed by the king, which would include eleven persons. Within three days this document was placed in the hands of the cobbler by Ballengeich, who told him that it had been signed that morning, and he added that the king had expressed himself as well pleased to receive a deputation of his loyal subjects. The cobbler handled the passport gingerly, as if he were not altogether assured of its potency to protect him. "'The conference is for Wednesday at midday,' said Ballengeich. "'Assemble some minutes before that hour in the courtyard of the castle, and you will be conducted to the presence.' "'Wednesday!' echoed the cobbler, his face turning pale.

"'Why Wednesday, the day of our weekly meetings.' Did you suggest it? It was the king's suggestion, of course, replied Ballengeich. It is merely a coincidence, and is, I think, a good omen. I wish I were sure of it, moaned the cobbler. Before the bell rang twelve, the conspirators were gathered together in the courtyard of Castle Stirling. Huddle would perhaps be the more accurate word. For they were eleven very frightened men. More than one cast longing looks towards the gate by which they had come in, but some places are easier to enter than to leave, and the portal was well guarded by stalwart soldiers. As the bell slowly tolled twelve, an official came from the palace into the courtyard, searched the delegation for concealed weapons, and curtly commanded them to follow him.

Climbing the stone stairway, they were ushered into a large room, containing a long oaken table, with five chairs on one side and six on the other. At the head of the table was a high-backed seat resembling a throne. The official left them standing there alone, and after he had closed the door, they heard the ominous sound of bolts being thrust into their places. The silence which followed seemed oppressive. Almost suffocating. No man spoke, but each stood like a statue holding his cap in his hand. At last the tension was broken, but it would scarcely be correct to say that it was relieved. The heavy curtains parted, and the king entered the room, clad in the imposing robes of his high state.

A frown was on his brow, and he advanced straight from the doorway to the throne. at the head of the table, without speaking or casting a glance at any one of the eleven. When he had seated himself, he said gruffly, "'There is a chair for each of you. Sit down.' It is doubtful if any of the company, except the cobbler, at first recognized their ruler as the alleged laird of Ballengeich, but at the sound of the monarch's voice several started, and looked anxiously One at another. Again the king addressed them. "'A week ago to-night I met you in Fleming's room. I appointed this day for the conference, that the routine of your meetings might not be disturbed, as I thought it well that the last of your rebellious gatherings should be held in the castle of Stirling, for I am resolved that this conclave shall be your final effort in treason.' One of your number has stated that the word of a steward is not to be trusted.

This reputation appears to have descended to me, and it is a pity I should not take advantage of it. When the king ceased speaking, he lifted a small mallet and smote a resounding bell, which was on the table before him. A curtain parted, and two men entered, bearing between them a block covered with black cloth. This they placed silently in the centre of the floor, and withdrew. Again the king smote the bell, and there entered a masked executioner with a gleaming axe over his shoulder. He took his place beside the block, resting the head of his axe on the floor. "'This,' continued the king, "'is the entertainment I have provided for you. Each of you shall taste of that.' And he pointed to the heading-block.

The cobbler rose unsteadily to his feet, drawing from his bosom with trembling fingers, the parchment bearing the king's signature. He moistened his dry lips with his tongue, then spoke in a low voice. Sir, he said, we are here under safe conduct from the king. Safe conduct to where? cried James angrily. That is the point. I stand by the document. Read it! Read it! Sir, it's a safe conduct for eleven men here present, under protection of your royal word. You do not keep to the point, Cobbler, shouted the king, bringing his fist down on the table. Safe conduct to where? I asked. The parchment does not say safe conduct back into Stirling again. Safe conduct to heaven or elsewhere was what I guaranteed.

That is but an advocate's quibble, your majesty. Safe conduct is a phrase well understood by high and low alike. But we have placed our heads in the lion's mouth, as our leader said last Wednesday night, and we cannot complain if now his jaws are shut. Nevertheless, I would respectfully submit to your majesty that I alone of those present doubted a steward's word, and am like to have my doubts practically confirmed. I would also point out to your majesty that my comrades would not have been here had I not trusted the master of Ballengeich, and through him the king. Therefore I ask you to let me alone pay the penalty of my error. and allow my friends to go scathily from the grim walls of Stirling.

"'There is reason in what you say,' replied the king. "'Are you all agreed to that?' he asked of the others. "'No, by God!' cried the leader, springing to his feet and smiting the table with his fist as lustily as the king had done. "'We stand together or fall together.' The mistake was ours as much as his, and we entered these gates with our eyes open. Headsmen, said the king, do your duty. The headsman whipped off the black cloth and displayed underneath it a box containing a large jug, surrounded by eleven drinking-horns. Those present, all now on their feet, glanced with amazement from the masked man to the king. The sternness had vanished from his majesty's face, as if a dark cloud had passed from the sun and allowed it to shine again.

There sparkled in the king's eye all the jubilant mischief of the incorrigible boy, and his laughter rang to the ceiling. Somewhat recovering his gravity, he stretched out his hand and pointed a finger at the cobbler. "'I frightened you, Fleming!' He cried. "'I frightened you. Don't deny it. I'll wager my gold crown against a weaver's woollen bonnet. I frightened the whole eleven of you.' "'Indeed,' said the cobbler with an uneasy laugh, "'I shall be the first to admit it. Your face was as white as a harvest moon in mid-sky, and I heard somebody's teeth chatter.' Now the drink we have had at our meetings heretofore was vile, and no more fitted for a Christian throat than is the headsman's axe.

But if you ever tasted anything better than this, tell me where to get a hog's head of it. The headsman having filled their horns, the leader raised the flagon above his head and said, "'I give you the toast to the king.' "'No, no,' proclaimed the boyish monarch. "'I want to drink this myself. I'll give you a toast. May there never come a time when a Scotchman is afraid to risk his head for what he thinks is right.' And this toast they drank together.

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The Prince of Goodfellows. Chapter Two. The King Dines.

"'When kings frown, courtiers tremble,' said Sir Donald Sinclair to the Archbishop of St. Andrews. "'But in Stirling the case seems reversed. The courtiers frown, and the king looks anxiously towards them.' "'Indeed,' replied the prelate. "'That may well be.' When a man invites a company to dine with him, and then makes the discovery that his larder is empty, there is cause for anxiety, be king or churl. In truth, my way am beginning to think my throat's cut. And the learned churchman sympathetically smoothed down that portion of his person, first named. whose rounded contour gave evidence that its owner was accustomed to ample rations regularly served. "'Ah, well,' continued Sir Donald, "'his youthful majesty's foot is hardly in the stirrup yet, and I'm much mistaken in the glint of his eye and the tint of his beard.

If once he is firmly in the saddle, the horse will not feel the prick of the spur, should he try any tricks with him.' "'Scotland would be none the worse of a firm king,' admitted the archbishop, glancing furtively at the person they were discussing. "'But he aims as been so long under the control of others that it will need some force of character to establish a will of his own. I doubt he is but a naught pausing as a nine,' concluded his reverence in a lower tone of voice. "'I know little of mathematics,' said Sir Donald, "'but yet enough to tell me that a knot needs merely a flourish to become a nine, and those nines among us who think him a knot may become knots should he prove a nine. There's a problem in figures for you, Archbishop, with a warning at the end of it, like the flourish at the tail of the nine.' The young man to whom they referred, James V of that name, had been pacing the floor a little distance from the large group of hungry men who were awaiting their dinner with some impatience.

Now and then the king paused in his perambulation and gazed out of a window, overlooking the courtyard, again resuming his disturbed march when his brief scrutiny was completed. The members of the group talked in whispers, one with another, none too well pleased at being kept waiting for so important a function as a meal. Suddenly there was a clatter of horses'hoofs in the courtyard. The king turned once more to the window, glanced a moment at the commotion below, then gave utterance to an exclamation of annoyance, his right hand clenching angrily. Wheeling quickly to the guards at the door, he cried, Bring the chief huntsman here at once, and a prod in the back, with the pike may make up for his loitering in the courtyard.

The men who stood like statues with long axes at the doorway, made no move, but two soldiers sitting on a bench outside sprang to their feet and ran clattering down the stair. They returned presently with the chief huntsman, whom they projected suddenly into the room, with a violence little to the woodman's taste, for he neglected to remove his bonnet in the royal presence, and so far forgot himself as to turn his head when he recovered his equilibrium, roundly cursing those who had made a projectile of him. "'Well, woodlander!' cried the king, his stern voice ringing down again from the lofty rafters of the great hall. "'Are there no deer in my forests of the north?' "'Deer in plenty, your majesty,' answered the fellow with a mixture of deference and disrespect, which in truth seemed to tinge the manners of all present.

"'There are deer in the king's forest, and yet a lack of venison in the king's larder.' "'What means you by that, you scoundrel?' exclaimed the king, a flush overspreading his face, ruddy as his beard. Have your marksmen lost their skill with bow and arrow, that you return destitute to the castle? The marksmen are expert as ever, your majesty, and their arrows fly as unerringly to their billet. But in these rude times, your majesty, the sting of an arrow may not be followed by the wetting of a butcher's knife. The king took an impatient step forward, then checked himself. One or two among the group of noblemen near the door laughed, and there was a ripple of suppressed merriment over the whole company.

At first the frown on the king's brow deepened, and then as suddenly it cleared away as a puff of wind scatters the mist from the heights of Stirling. When the king spoke again, it was in a calm, even voice. "'As I understand you,' There was no difficulty in capturing the deer, but you encountered some obstacle between the forest and Stirling, which caused you to return empty-handed. I hope you have not added the occupation of itinerant Flesher to the noble calling of forest huntsmen. "'Indeed, your majesty,' replied the unabashed hunter, "'the profession of Flesher was forced upon me.' The deer we had slaughtered found it impossible to win by the gates of Arnprior. Ah, John Buchanan then happened to need venison as you passed?

Your Majesty has hit the gold there. Buchanan not only needed it, but took it from us. Did you inform him that your cargo was intended for the larder of the king? I told him that in so many words, your majesty, and he replied that if James was king in Stirling, John was king in Kippen, and having the shorter name, he took the shorter method of supplying his kitchen. Made you an effort to defend your gear? Truth to say, your majesty, that were a useless trial. The huntsman who will face the deer thinks no shame to turn his back on the wild boar, And Bohatnan, when he demanded your majesty's venison, was well supported by a number of madcaterens with drawn swords in their hands, who had made up for a lack of good meat with a plentitude of strong drink.

Resistance was futile, and we were fain to take the bannock that was handed to us even though the ashes were upon it. Ronald of the Hills, a daft ha'lan man, who knew no better, drew an arrow to his ear, and would have pinned Bochanan to his own gate, resulting in the destruction of us all, had I not, with my stave, smote the weapon from his hand. Then the mad youth made such to do that we had just to tie him up and bring him to Stirling on the horse's back like a sack of fodder. Your caution does credit to your lowland breeding, master huntsman. and the conduct of Ronal cannot be too severely condemned. Bring him here, I beg of you, that he may receive the king's censure. Ronal was brought in, a wild, unkempt figure, his scanty dress disordered, bearing witness to the struggle in which he had but lately been engaged.

His elbows were pinioned behind him, and his shock of red hair stood out like a heather broom. He scowled fiercely at the huntsman, and that cautious individual edged away from him, bound as he was. "'By the beardus the men of the heathen east swear,' said the king, "'his hair somewhat matches my own in you. "'Ronald, what is the first duty of a huntsman?' "'He speaks only the Gaelic, your majesty,' explained the royal ranger. "'You have the Gaelic, continued the king, addressing one of his train. Expound to him, I beg of you my question. What is the first duty of a huntsman? Macnish, stepping forward, put the question in Gaelic, and received Ronald's reply. He says, your majesty, that a huntsman's first duty is to kill the game he is sent for.

Quite right, and the king nodded approval. Ask him if he knows as well the second duty of a huntsman. Ronald's eye flashed as he gave his answer with the vehemence that caused the chief huntsman to move still farther away from him. "'He says, your majesty,' translated MacNesh, "'that the second duty of a huntsman is to cut the throat of any catering who presumes to interfere with the progress of the provender from the forest to his master's kitchen.' "'Right again,' cried the king, smiting his thigh. and an Arthur worthy of all commendation. Tell him this, Macnish, that hereafter he is the chief huntsman to the castle of Stirling. We will place this cowardly Helion in the kitchen, where he will be safe from the hungry frenzy of a Buchanan drunk or sober.

"'But your majesty,' protested the deposed stranger. "'To the kitchen with him,' sternly commanded the king. Strip off the woodlander's jacket, he is disgraced, and tie round him the strings of a scullion's apron, which will suit his middle better than the belt of a sword. Then the king, flashing forth his own weapon, and stepping aside, swung it over the head of the highlander, who stood like a statue in spite of the menace, And the sword came down with the deft accuracy which severed the binding cords without touching the person of the prisoner, freeing him at a stroke. A murmur of admiration at the dexterity of the king went up from the assemblage, every member of which was himself an expert with a weapon.

The freed Highlander raised his brawny arms above his head and gave startling vent to the war-cry of his clan. Lach shloy, Lach shloy, unmindful of the presence in which he stood. Then he knelt swiftly and brought his lips to the buckle of the king's shoe. Gratitude in a Macfarlane, sneered Magneche. Aye, said the king, and bravery too, for he never winked an eyelash when the sword swung above him. An admirable combination of qualities, whether in a Macfarlane or a Macnish. "'And now, gentlemen,' continued His Majesty, "'although the affair of the huntsman is settled, it brings us no nearer our venison. If the cook will not to the king, then must the king to the cook. Gentlemen, to your arms and your horses.' They say a Scotsman fights well when he is hungry.

Let us put the proverb to the test. We ride and dine with his majesty of Kippen. A spontaneous cheer burst from every man in the great hall to the accompaniment of a rattle of swords. Most of those present were more anxious to follow the king to a contest than into a council chamber. When silence ensued, the mild voice of the archbishop, perhaps because it was duty's profession, put in a seasonable word, and the nobles scowled, for they knew he had great influence with the king. "'Your majesty, if the Buchanens are drunk—' "'If they are drunk, my lord archbishop,' interrupted James, "'we will sober them.' "'Tis a duty even the church owes to the inebriate," and with that he led the way out of the hall, his reply clearing the brows of his followers.

A few minutes later, a clattering cavalcade rode forth from the castle of Stirling, through the town and down the path of Ballengege, a score of soldiers bringing up the tail of the procession. And in due time the company came to the entrance of Arnprior Castle. There seemed like to be opposition at the gate, but Sir Donald, spurring his horse forward among the guard, scattered the members of it right and left, and, raising both voice and sword, shouted, "'The King! The King! Make way for the King of Scotland!' The defenders, seeing themselves outnumbered, as the huntsmen had been in that locality a short time before, gave up their axes to the invaders as meekly as the royal rangers had given up their venison.

The king placed his own guard at the gate. Springing from his horse, he entered the castle door, and mounted the stone steps, sword in hand, his retinue close at his heels. The great hall to which they ascended was no monk's chapel of silence. There was wafted to them, or rather blown down upon them, a fierce hurricane, The martial strains of Buchanan for ever, played by pipers anything but scant of wind. Yet even this tornado was not sufficient to drown the roar of human voices, some singing, others apparently in the heat of altercation. And during the height of this deafening clamour, the king and his followers entered the dining-hall practically unobserved. On the long oaken table, servitors were busily placing smoking vines soon to be consumed.

Others were filling the drinking-horns, while some of the guests were engaged in emptying them, although the meal had not yet begun. Buchanan, his back towards the incomers, his brawny hands on the table, leaning forward, was shouting to the company, commanding his guests to seat themselves and fall to, while the venison was hot. There seemed to be several loud-voiced disputes going on regarding precedence. The first intimation that the bellowing laird had of the intruder's presence was the cold touch of steel on his bare neck. He sprang round as if a wasp had stung him, his right hand swinging instinctively to the hilt of his sword, but the point of another was within an inch of his throat, and his hand fell away from his weapon.

"'The fame of your hospitality has spread abroad, Buchanan,' spoke the clear voice of the king. "'So we have come to test his quality.' The pipers had stopped in their march, and with the ceasing of the music, the wind from the bags escaped to the outer air with a long, wailing groan. The tumult of discussion subsided, and all eyes turned towards the speaker, some of the guests hastily drawing swords, but returning them again to the scabbards when they saw themselves confronted by the king. Buchanan steadied himself with his back against the table, and in the sudden silence it seemed long ere he found his tongue. At last he said, Does the king come as a guest with a drawn sword in his hand? As you get north of Stirling, Buchanan, replied James with a smile, it is customary to bring the knife with you when you go out to dine.

But I am quite in agreement with the laird of Arnprayor in thinking the sword an ill ornament in a banqueting hall. Therefore bestow your weapons on Sir Donald here, and command your clan now present to disarm. With visible reluctance Buchanan divested himself of sword and dirt, and his comrades, now stricken dumb, followed his example. The weapons were thrown together in a corner of the hall, where some of the king's soldiers stood guard over them. His Majesty's prediction regarding the sobering effect of his advent was amply fulfilled. The disarmed men looked with dismay on one another, for they knew that such a prelude might well have its grand finale at the block of the gibbet. The king, although seemingly in high spirits, was an unknown quantity, and before now there had been those in power who, with a smile on their lips, had sent doomed men to a scaffold.

In intercepting my venison, Buchanan, continued the king with the utmost politeness, you were acuted by one of two motives. Your intervention was either an insult to the king. Or it was an intimation that you desired to become his cook. In which light am I to view your action, Buchanan? There was in the king's voice a sinister ring as he uttered the sentence that belied the smile upon his lips, and apprehension deepened as all present awaited Buchanan's reply. At the word cook he had straightened himself, And a deeper flush than the wine had left there overspread his countenance. Now he bowed with deference and said, "'It has ever been my ambition to see your Majesty Grace with his presence, my humble board.' "'I was sure of it,' cried James with a hearty laugh, which brought relief to the anxious hearts of many standing before him.

The king thrust his sword into a scabbard, and with a clangour of hilt on iron, Those behind him followed his example. "'And now,' cried James, "'let the king's men eat while the laird's men wait upon them. And as for you, John Bochanan, it is to-day my pleasure that you have the honour of being my cup-bearer.' Whether the honour thus thrust upon the laird of Arnprior was as much to his liking as an invitation to sit down with his guest would have been is questionable. But he served his majesty with good grace, and the king was loved in his praise of the venison, although his compliments fell sadly on the ears of the hungry men, who watched it disappear so rapidly. At the end of the feast, James rose with his flagon in his hand.

"'I give you the king,' he cried, "'the king of Kippen.' When I left Stirling, I had made up my mind that there could be but one king in a country. But glorious Scotland shall have no such restriction, and I bestow upon Buchanan, whose ample cheer we have done justice to, the title of King of Kippen, so long as he does not fall into the error of supposing that Kippen includes all of Scotland. Instead of Scotland including Kippen, and so, Laird of Arnprior, King of Kippen, we drink your good health, and when next my venison passes your door, take only that portion of it which bears the same relation to the whole as the district of Kippen does to broad Scotland. The toast was drunk with cheers, and when silence came, The king of Kippen, casting a rueful glance along the empty board, said, "'I thank your majesty for good wishes, but in truth the advice you give will be hard to follow, for I see I should have stolen twice the quantity of venison I did, because as I have not done so, I and my men are alike to go hungry.' And thus Buchanan came into his title of king of Kippen.

Although he had to wait some time for his dinner on the day he acquired the distinction.

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The Prince of Goodfellows.

The Prince of Goodfellows by Robert Barr. Chapter Three, Part One. The King's Tryst. The king ruled. There was none to question the supremacy of James V. At the age of twenty-two he now sat firmly on his throne. He was at peace with England, friendly with France, and was pledged to take a wife from that country. His great-grandfather James II had crushed the Black Douglas, and he himself had scattered the Red Douglas to exile. No Scottish noble was now powerful enough to threaten the stability of the throne. The country was contented and prosperous, so James might well take his pleasure as best pleased him. If any danger lurked near him, it was unseen and unthought of. The king, ever first in the chase, whether the quarry ran on four legs or on two, found himself alone on the road leading northwest from Stirling, Having outstripped his comrades in their hunt of the deer.

Evening was falling, and James, being some miles from Stirling Castle, raised his bugle to his lips to call together his scattered followers. But before a blast broke the stillness, his majesty was accosted by a woman who emerged suddenly and unnoticed from the forest on his left hand. "'My lord, the king,' she said, and her voice, like the sound of silver bells, thrilled with a note of inquiry. "'Yes, my lassie,' answered the young man, peering down at his questioner, lowering his bugle, and reining in his frightened horse, which was startled by the sudden apparition before him. The dusk had not yet so far thickened, but the king could see that his interlocutor was young and strikingly beautiful.

Although dressed in the garb of the lower orders, there was a quiet and imposing dignity in her demeanour as she stood there by the side of the road. Her head was uncovered, the shawl she wore over it having slipped down to her shoulders, and her abundant hair, unknotted and unribboned, was ruddy as spun gold. Her complexion was dazzlingly fair, her eyes of the deepest blue, and her features perfection. Except that her small mouth showed a trifle too much firmness, a quality which her strong but finely-moulded chin corroborated and emphasised. The king, ever connoisseur of womanly loveliness, almost held his breath as he gazed down upon the comely face upturned to him. "'They told me at Stirling,' she said, "'that you were hunting through this district, and I have been searching for you in the forest.' "'Good heavens, girl!' cried the king.

"'Have you walked all the way from Stirling?' "'Aye, and much further. It is nothing, for I am accustomed to it, and now I crave a word with your majesty.' "'Surely, surely!' replied the king with enthusiasm. No thought of danger in this unconventional encounter even occurring to him. The natural prudence of James invariably deserted him. where a pretty woman was concerned. Now, instead of summoning his train, he looked anxiously up and down the road, listening for any sound of his men. But the stillness seemed to increase with the darkness, and the silence was profound, not even the rustle of a leaf disturbing it. "'And who, my girl, are you?' continued the king, noticing that her eyes followed his glance up and down the road.

with some trace of apprehension in them, and that she hesitated to speak. May it please your gracious majesty. I am humble tirewoman to that noble lady, Marguerite Stewart, your honored mother. The king gave a whistle of astonishment. My mother, he exclaimed, then what in the name of heaven are you doing here and alone, so far from Metwen? We came from Metwen yesterday to her ladyship's Castle of Doon. Then her ladyship must have come to a very sudden resolution to travel, for the constable of Doon is in my hunting party, and I'll swear he expected no visitors. My gracious lady did not wish Stuart, the constable, to expect her, nor does she now desire his knowledge of her presence in the castle.

She commanded me to ask your majesty to request the constable to remain in Stirling, where she understands he spends most of his time. She begs your majesty to come to her with all speed and secrecy. I wonder what is wrong now, mused the king. I have not heard from her for nearly a year. She has quarrelled with her third husband, I suppose. For the Tudors are all daft where matrimony is concerned. "'What does your majesty say?' asked the girl. "'I was speaking to myself rather than to you, but I may add that I am ready to go anywhere if you are to be my guide. Lend me your hand and spring up here behind me. We will gallop to doon at once.' The young woman drew back a step or two. "'No, no!' She said, "'The lady margaret is most anxious that your visit should be unknown to any but herself, so she begs you to dismiss your followers and lay your commands upon Constable Stuart of Doon.' "'But my followers are all of them old enough to look after themselves,' objected the king, "'and the constable is not likely to leave Stirling, where he has remained these many months.' The lady margaret thought—' persisted the girl, that if your retinue returned to Stirling and learnt of your continued absence, anxiety would ensue, and a search might be undertaken that would extend to doom.

"'How did my lady mother know I was hunting, when you could not have learnt of my excursion until you reached Stirling?' asked the king with a glimmer of that caution, which appeared to have deserted him. The girl seemed somewhat nonplussed by the question. But she answered presently with quiet deliberation. "'Her ladyship was much perturbed and feared I should not find you at the castle. She gave me various instructions which she trusted I could accommodate to wearing contingencies.' "'My girl,' said the king, leaning towards her, "'you do not speak like a serving-maid. What is your name?' "'I have been a gentlewoman, sire,' she answered simply. But women, alas, cannot control their fortunes.

My name is Catherine. I will now forward to Doon, and wait for you at the further side of the new bridge the tailor has built over the Taith. If you will secure your horse somewhere before coming to the river, and meet me there on foot, I will conduct you to the castle. Will you come? Of a surety, cried the king in a tone that left no doubt of his intentions. I shall overtake you long before you are at the bridge. As he said this, the girl fled away in the darkness, and then he raised his bugle to his lips and blew a blast that speedily brought answering calls. James's unexplained absences were so frequent that his announcement of an intention not to return home that night caused no surprise among his company.

So, bidding him good-night, they cantered off towards Stirling. While he, unaccompanied, set his face to the northwest, and his spurs to the horse's flanks. But his steed was already tied out, and could not now keep pace with his impatience. To his disappointment, he did not overtake the girl, but found her waiting for him at the new bridge, and together they walked a short half-mile to the castle. The young man was inclined to be conversional, But the girl made brief replies, and finally besought his silence. The night had proved exceedingly dark, and they were almost at the castle before its huge bulk loomed blackly before them. There was something so sinister in its dim, grim contour, that for the first time since he set out on this night adventure, a suspicion that he was acting unwisely crossed the king's mind.

Still, he meditated, it was his mother's own castle, the constable of which was a warm friend of his, almost, as one might say, a relative, for Stuart was the younger brother of his mother's husband, so what could be amiss with this visit? You are not taking me to the main entrance, he whispered. No, to the poster and door. But the poster and door is situated in the wall high above my reach. It is intended for the exit of a possible messenger during a siege, and not for the entrance of a guest. "'I am acting in accordance with my instructions,' replied the girl. "'A rope-ladder descends from the postern door. "'A rope-ladder? That sounds promising. Will you ascend it?' "'Yes, sire. But meanwhile I implore your majesty to be silent.' The king said no more until the rope-ladder was in his hand.

"'I hope it is strong,' he murmured. Then he mounted lightly up in the darkness until he stood on the sill of the narrow doorway. When he reached forward his hand to assist his lower comrade in mounting, but she sprang past him without availing herself of his aid. In a low voice she begged pardon for preceding him, then walked up and up, a winding stone staircase, on whose steps there was barely room for two to pass each other. She pushed open a door and allowed some light to stream through on the turret stair, which disappeared in the darkness still further aloft. The king found himself in a large square apartment, either on the first or second story. It appeared in some sort to be a lady's boudoir, for the benches were cushioned and comfortable.

And there were evidences about on small tables of tapestry work and other needle employment recently abandoned. "'Will your majesty kindly be seated?' said the girl. "'I must draw up the ladder, close the postern door, and then inform my lady that you are here.' She went out by the way they had entered, and shut the door with a force that seemed to the king unnecessary. But he caught his breath an instant later, as his quick air seemed to tell him that a bolt had fallen. He rose at once, tried to open the door, and discovered it was indeed barred on the outside. One other exit remained to be tested, a larger door evidently communicating with another room or passage, that also he found locked.

He returned to the middle of the room, and stood there for a few moments with knitted brow. Trapped, Jamie, my lad, trapped, he muttered to himself. Now what object can my mother have in this? Does she expect by such childish means to resume her authority over me? Does she hope that her third husband shall rule Scotland in my name, as did her second, with me a prisoner? By St. Andrew, no. The king seized a bench, raised it over his head, and crashed it in bits against the larger door with a noise that reverberated through the castle. "'Open!' he cried. "'Open instantly!' Then he paused, awaiting the result of his fury. Presently he thought he heard light footsteps coming along the passage, and an instant later the huge key turned slowly in the lock.

The door opened, And to his amazement he saw standing before him, with wide frightened eyes, his guide, but dressed now as a lady. "'Madam,' said the king sternly, "'I ask you the meaning of this pleasantry.' "'Pleasantry!' echoed the girl, staring at him with her hand upon a huge iron-key, alert to run if this handsome maniac, strewn round by the wreckage of the bench he had broken, attempted to lay hands on her. Pleasantry, she repeated. That is a question I may well ask you. Who are you, sir, and what are you doing here? Who I am, and what I am doing here, you know very well, because you brought me here. A change of garb does not change a well-remembered face. And the king bowed to his visitor, with the return of his customer courtliness, now that his suspicions were allayed, for he knew how to deal with pretty women.

"'Madam, there is no queen in Scotland, but you are queen by right of nature, and though you doff your gown, you cannot change your golden crown.' The girl's hand unconsciously went up to her ruddy hair, while she murmured more to herself than to him. This is some of Catherine's work. Catherine was your name in the forest, my lady. What is your name in the castle? Isabel is my name in castle and forest alike. You have met my twin sister, Catherine. Why has she brought you here? Like an obedient son, I am here at the command of my honorable mother, and your sister, if indeed goddesses so strangely fair, And so strangely similar can be two persons, as gone to acquaint my mother of my arrival. The girl's alarm seemed to increase as the king's diminished.

Trouble, dismay, and fear marred her perfect face, and as the king scrutinized her more minutely, he saw that the firm mouth and the resolute chin of her sister had no place in the more softened and womanly features of the lady before him. Your mother? Who is she? First, Margrit Tudor, daughter of the King of England. Second, Margrit Stuart, wife of the King of Scotland. Third, Margrit Douglas, ill-mate of the Earl of Angus. Fourth, and let us hope finally, Margrit Stuart again, spouse of Lord Metwyn, and owner of this castle. The girl swayed as if she would fall. All color struck suddenly from her face. She leaned nearly fainting against the stone wall, passing her hand once or twice across her terror-filled eyes.

"'Great God!' she moaned. "'Do not tell me that you are James, King of Scotland here, and alone in this den of Douglasses.' "'Douglas!' cried the king, roused at the hated name. "'How can there be douglases in the castle of Doon, my mother's house, constabled by my friend, Young Stuart?' "'Your mother's house,' said the girl with an uncanny laugh. "'When has the lady Margrit set foot in Doon?' "'Not since she was divorced from my uncle Archibald Douglas, Earl of Angus. And the constable—ay, the constable is in Stirling—' Doon Castle stands gloomy and alone, but in Stirling with the young king there are masks and hunting and gaiety. Young Stuart draws the revenues of his charge, but pays slight attention to the fulfillment of his duty.

You are then Isabel Doughloss? And now to echo your own question. How came you here? If this is a den of Doughlosses, as you say, How comes my mother's castle to be officered by the enemies of her son? That you ask such a question shows little foresight on knowledge of men. When your first stepfather and my uncle Archibald Douglas had control of this castle through your mother's name, he filled it with his own adherents. Naturally, nepotism was a well-known trait of my domineering stepfather. which did not add to his popularity in Scotland. Who can get office or justice against a douglas? was their cry. But did not young Stuart, when he was made constable, put in his own men? The constable cares nothing for this stronghold so long as it furnishes money which he may spend gaily in sterling.

I see. So you and your sister found refuge among your underlings? And were so safe from search as within the king's mother's own fortress, almost under the shadow of Stirling. An admirable device. Why, then, do you jeopardize your safety by letting me into the secret? The girl sighed deeply with downcast eyes. Then she flashed a glance at him, which had something in it of the old Douglas Hauteur. I fear, she said. that it is not our safety which is jeopardized. You mean that I am in danger? The same stronghold which gives immunity to a family of the Red Doughlases can hardly be expected to confer security upon James V, the persecutor. No, certainly. That would be too much to expect. Are you then in this plot against me, my lady?

I have not heard of any plot. If there is one, I know nothing of it. I merely acquaint you with some hint of my fears. Then I charge you as a loyal subject of the lawful king, to guide me from this stronghold, into which I have been coisined by treachery and falsehood.

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The Prince of Goodfellows by Robert Barr. Chapter Three, Part Two.

Catherine, who had entered silently and unnoticed through the smaller door, now stepped forward, drew her sister into the room, took out the huge key, closed the door and locked it, then turned fiercely to the king. Her beautiful white right arm was bare to the elbow, the loose sleeve rolled up, and in her hand she held a dagger. With her back against the newly-locked door, she said, "'I'll be your majesty's guide from this castle.' And your perjured soul shall find exit through a postern gate made by my dagger. Oh, Catherine, Catherine, sobbed Isabel, weeping in fear and horror of the situation. You cannot contemplate so awful a deed, a murder so foul, for however unworthy he may be, he is still the king.

What is there foul in ridding the world of a reptile such as he? How many innocent lives has he taken to encompass his revenge? How many now of our name are exiled and starving because of his action? I shall strike the blow with greater surety, for in killing him I extinguish his treacherous race. No good can come from assassination, Catherine. What greater evil can spring from his death than from his life? His killing will not bring back those whom he has slain. It will not cause our banished kinsmen to return. It would be a murder for revenge. And not the first in Scotland, said Catherine grimly. The king had once more seated himself, and now resting his chin on his open palm, listened to the discussion with the interested bearing of one who had little concern with its result.

A half-amused smile writhed his lips, and once or twice he made a motion as if he would intervene, but on second thoughts kept silent. "'Do not attempt this fell deed, dear sister,' pleaded Isabel earnestly. "'Let us away as we intended. The horses are ready and waiting for us. Our mother is looking for our coming in her room. The night wears on, and we must pass Stirling while it is yet dark, so there is no time to be lost. Dear sister, let us quit Scotland as we purposed, an accursed land to all of our name. But let us quit it with unstained hands. Isabel, darling, said Catherine in a low voice that quavered with the emotion caused by her sister's distress and appeal. What unlucky chance brought you to this fatal door at such a moment?

Can you not understand that I have gone too far to retreat? Who, having caged the tiger, dare open again the gate and set him free? If for no other reason the king must die, because he is here and because I brought him here. Open the door behind you, Isabel. Go down the circular stair, and at the post and step you will find the rope ladder by which I ascended. Get you to the courtyard, and there wait for me, saying nothing. Catherine, Catherine, the king will pardon you. He will surely forgive what you have done in exchange for his life. "'Forgiveness!' cried Catherine, her eyes blazing again. "'I want no forgiveness from the King of Scotland. Pardon! The tiger would pardon till once he is free again.

The King must die!' "'I shall go as you have bid me, Catherine, but not to do your bidding. I shall arouse this castle and prevent an abominable crime.' Catherine laughed harshly. Whom would you call to your assistance? Doglases, doglases, doglases, how many of your way of thinking will you find in the castle? You know well, one only, and that is our mother, old and helpless. Rouse the castle, Isabel, if you will, and find a dead man, and perhaps a dead sister, when you break in this locked door. The helpless Isabelle sank her head against the wall and burst into a fury of weeping. Ladies, said the king soothingly, rising to his feet, will you graciously condone my intervention in this dispute?

You are discussing an important act from the commission of which all sentiment should be eliminated, an act which requires the hard, strong mind of a man Brought to bear upon the pros and cons of its consummation. You are dealing with it entirely from the standpoint of the heart and not of the head, an error common with women, and one that has ever precluded their effective dealing with matters of state. You will pardon me, Lady Isabel, when I say that your sister takes a much more practical view of the situation than you do. She is perfectly right in holding that. Having me prisoner here, it is impossible to allow me to go scathless. There is no greater folly than the folly of half-doing a thing.

Does your majesty argue in favour of your own murder? asked Isabel, amazed, gazing at the young man through her tears. Not so. But still, that is a consideration which I must endeavour to eliminate from my mind, if my advice is to be impartial and of service to you. May I beg of you to be seated. We have the night before us, and may consider the various interesting points at our leisure, and thus no irremediable mistake need be made. Isabel, well-nigh exhausted with the intensity of her feelings, sank upon the bench, But Catherine still stood motionless, dagger in hand, her back against the door. The king, seeing she did not intend to obey, went on suavely. There was a light of intense admiration in his eye as he regarded the standing woman.

"'Ladies,' he said, "'can you tell me when last the king of Scotland? I James also?' and a Catherine Doughlass bore relation to each other in somewhat similar circumstances. The king paused, but the girl, lowering at him, made no reply, and after a few moments the young man went on. It was a year more than a century ago when the life of James I was not only threatened but distinguished not by one brave woman but by a mob of cowardly assassins. Then Catherine Doughlas nearly saved the life of her king. She thrust her fair young arm into the iron loops of a door, and had it shattered by those craven miscreants. Isabel wept quietly, her face in her two open hands, but Catherine answered in anger.

Why did the Catherine Doughlas of that day risk her life to save the king? Because James I was a just monarch. Why does the Catherine Doughlas of today wish to thrust her dagger into the false heart of James V? Because he has turned on the hand that nurtured him. The hand that imprisoned him, Lady Catherine. Pardon my correction. He turned on the man who governed Scotland wisely and well. Again, pardon me. He had no right to govern. I was the king, not Archibald Doughlas. But all that is beside the question, and recrimination is as bad as sentiment for clouding cold reason. What I wish to point out is that assassination of kings, or the capture of them, very rarely accomplishes its object. James I was assassinated, and as a result two stewards, two grahams, and two chambresys, were tortured and executed.

So his murderers profited little. My grandfather, James, the third, was carried off by the Boyds, but Sir Alexander Boyd was beheaded, and his brother and nephew suffered forfeiture. I think I have shown, then, that violence is usually futile. Not so, answered Katharine. Your grandfather was assassinated, and the man who killed him is not known to this day. Your great-grandfather basely murdered the black douglas in Stirling, thus breaking his word of honour, for he had given douglas safe conduct, yet he profited by his act and crushed my kinsman. "'I see, Lady Catherine, that you are too well versed in history for me to contend with you successfully on that subject,' said the king with a silent laugh.

We will therefore restrict inquiry to the present case, as wise people should. Tell me, then, so that I may be better able to advise you, what is your true object, revenge and my death, or the wringing from me of concessions for your family. I could not wring concessions from you because you could not make good those concessions unless I released you. I dare not release you because I dare not trust you. I foresaw your difficulty, and so I told your sister that, having gone so far, you could not retreat. The issue is therefore narrowed down to death, and how it may best be accomplished. You have made the tactical mistake of forewarning me. I cannot understand why you did not mount my horse beside me and stab me in the back as we rode through the forest.

Did this not occur to you, Lady Catherine? It did, but there were objections. Your horse would doubtless have escaped me, and would have galloped riderless to Stirling. Your body would have been found by break of day, and we but a few hours marched from Stirling. Here I expect you to lie undiscovered in this locked room till we are safe in England. "'That is clear reasoning,' commented the king with impartiality. "'But have you looked beyond? Who will be the successor of the throne? I have neither brother nor sister. My two uncles died before I was born, and I perish childless. I think you mention that you wish to extinguish our line.' Very well, what follows, who is heir to the throne. "'It matters nothing to me,' said Catherine firmly.

"'Whoever rules Scotland could not be a greater enemy to my race than you are.' "'I am not so sure of that. I think your dagger blow will bring consequences you do not look for, and that your kin, now exiled in England, will find the stroke a savage one for them.' You forget that the stern king of England is my uncle, and on this relationship may lay claim to the Scottish throne. Be that as it may, it will be no secret that a douglas committed the murder, and think you Henry the Eight will offer safe refuge to his nephew's assassins? You much misjudge him if you do. It would have been far better to have slain me in the forest. This castle business is but an ill-judged, ill-thought-out plan. I am sorry to appear adversely critical, but such is my opinion, and it confirms me in the belief that women should leave Steele and State alone.

I dare not let you go, reiterated Catherine. Of a surety, you dare not. That is what I have said from the beginning. On the other hand, I can make no concession under coercion that would save my life. You see, we are both cowardly each in a different way. And now, having come to the absolutely logical conclusion that the king must die, you should turn your mind to the difficulties that confront you. I, you see, am also armed. The king, as he spoke, took from his doublet a dagger almost similar to the one held by the girl. A gentle smile grazed his lips as he ran his thumb along the edge, and then glanced up at the two in time to notice their consternation at this new element in the situation.

If you enter a tiger's cage you should expect the touch of his claws. So, Lady Catherine, Your task is more serious than you anticipated. There is, furthermore, another source of danger against you, and it is my sincere wish that in the struggle to come you may not be too severely handicapped. While the issue of our contest is still in doubt, your sister will assuredly unlock the door and give the alarm, hoping to prevent your contemplated crime or my killing of you. I think it right that you should not be called upon to suffer this intervention, for, if you will permit me to say so, I admire your determination as much as I admire in another way the Lady Isabel's leaning towards Mercy. I shall then take this key from the larger door and place it with your sister outside on the narrow stairway.

You have withdrawn the rope-ladder so she cannot alarm the garrison. But I have not withdrawn it, said Catherine quickly. My sister must not leave this room, or she will bring interference. Then, said the king calmly, as he rose and took the key from the large door, we shall at least make it impossible for her to open the way into the hall. And so saying, he stepped to the smaller door, which he opened, and before either of the women could prevent his action, or even grasp an inkling of his design, He stepped outside, key in hand, and thrust to their places the bolts of the stairway door. The two girls looked at each other for a moment in silence, Isabelle plainly panic-stricken, while in Catherine's face anger struggled with chagrin.

Each was quick to see the sudden consequences of this turning of the tables. The two were helpless prisoners in a remote portion of the castle. No one within its walls being acquainted with their whereabouts. The king, insulted, hoodwinked, and all but murdered, was now at liberty, free to ride the few short leagues that lay between Doon and Stirling, and before daybreak the fortress would be in the hands of an overwhelming force with the present garrisoned prisoners. In the avid stillness an unexpected sound came to them from the outside. The sound of a man endeavouring to suppress the hearty laughter that overmastered him. To be doomed is bad enough, but to be made the subject of levity was too much for the dauntless Catherine.

She flung her dagger, ringing to the stone floor with a gesture of rage, then sank upon a bench and gave way to tears—tears of bitter humiliation and rage. "'Ladies,' said the king from the outside, I beg that you will allow me to open the door. But receiving no answer, the bolts were drawn once more. James again entered the apartment and gazed down upon two fair proud heads, crowned with ruddy hair. Dear ladies, said the king, forgive me my untimely birth. Both of you take matters much too seriously. A little laughter is necessary in this world. My lady Catherine, I told you that I could grant no concessions under coercion, but now coercion has vanished, and I entered this room a free man of my own will.

Tell me, my girl, what is it you want? The rescinding of your father's exile? It is granted. The right to live unmolested in your own castle? It is granted. Safe conduct to England? It is granted. The privilege of remaining in Doone? It is granted. But do not ask me to rescind banishment against Archibald Douglas, Earl of Angus, for that I shall not concede. The Douglas Ambition, and not the Scottish King, has wrecked the Douglas family both black and red. But as far as concerns your own immediate kin, with one exception, I shall give anything you like to ask. Catherine rose to her feet, threw back her auburn tresses, and said curtly, "'We ask nothing but the privilege of leaving the country you rule.' The king bowed.

"'And you, Lady Isabel?' "'I go with my sister and my mother.' "'I grieve at your decision, ladies, and for the first time in my life envy England in getting an advantage of a poor old Scotland.' Which I hope will not be irreparable, for I trust you will return. But if such be your determination, then go in peace, and in the daylight. Your journey shall not be molested by me. But before you add finality to your intentions, I think it would be but fair to inform your lady-mother that the king is anxious to be of service to her, and perhaps she may be content to accept What her daughters are apparently too proud to receive. James placed the key once more in the lock, and turning to Catherine said, My fair antagonist, I bid you good-night.

He stretched out his right hand, and she, with some hesitation and visible reluctance, placed her palm in his. Then the king raised to his lips the hand which at one time seemed like to have stricken him. "'And you, sweet Isabel, whose gentle words I shall not soon forget, you will not refuse me your hand?' "'No, your majesty, if you will promise to think kindly of me.' The king, however, did not raise her hand to his lips, but placing an arm about her waist, he drew her towards him and kissed her. Next moment he was hurrying down the stone steps. And the two were left alone together.

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The King Investigates. The king, wishing to decide wisely, was troubled by a conflict of evidence, the bane of impartial judges all the world over. A courier from England had brought formal complaint that, while the two countries were ostensibly at peace, the condition along the border was practically a state of war. Wraiths were continually being made from the southern portion of Scotland, across the boundary into England, And the robbers retreated unscath to hide themselves among their hills, carrying their booty with them. These ruffians had long gone unpunished, and now England made friendly protest in the matter. The king gathered his nobles about him, and laid the case before them. Not a man among them, but was older than himself, and therefore more experienced.

James requested advice regarding the action it might be thought wise to take. Many of the nobles whose estates lay in the lowlands of Scotland had themselves suffered from highland cattle-lifters, and thus they were imbued with a fellow-feeling for the raided English across the border. The English protest, they said, was courteously made. The evil was undoubted, and had existed unchecked for years, growing worse rather than better. Henry, the eighth, who now occupied the English throne, was a strong and determined man, and this continued source of irritation in the northern part of his realm might easily lead to a deplorable war between the two countries. In addition, James of Scotland was nephew to Henry of England, and the expostulation from uncle to nephew was of the mildest without any threat even intimated.

The nobles thought that James might well put a stop to a state of things which no just man could approve, and thus do an act of justice which would at the same time please an august relative. James admitted that these were powerful arguments, but still, if the border robbers, who had many followers, resisted the Scottish force sent against them, there would be civil war, an outcome not to be looked forward to with light heart. "'In truth,' said the king, "'I would rather lead an army against England with England in the right than against my own countrymen, even if they were in the wrong.' This remark seemed to encourage certain gentlemen there present, who up to that moment had not spoken. The Earl of Bothwell, as the highest in rank among the silent phalanx, stepped forward and said—'I Your Majesty, there are always two sides to question, and with your permission I should be glad to put in a word for those border riders who have been so ruthlessly condemned by men who know nothing of them.

It is for the purpose of hearing all there is to say that I call you together, rejoined the king. Speak, my lord of Bothwell. In the first place, your majesty, these bordermen have had to stand the first brunt of all invasions into our country for centuries past. It is therefore little to be wondered at that they have small liking for the English. We are at peace with those to the south of us now, it is true, but how long that peace will remain unbroken no man can say. There is, however, one thing certain, that if the King of Scotland exercises the power he undoubtedly possesses, and crushes the border forces, he will have destroyed a staunch bulwark of his realm. And I quite agree with those gentlemen who have spoken so elopently against the borderers that the King of England and the people of England will be well pleased.

This statement had a marked effect on King James, and it would have been well if those who agreed with the Earl of Bothwell had been as moderate in their denunciation. But some of them apparently could not forget the youth of the king, and not having the sense to see that His Majesty's desire was to render a just decision, thought he might be frightened by strong language. It is easy for those to speak well of the pike who have not felt the prod... of its point, cried Lord Maxwell angrily. Few English invasions have reached Stirling, but every one of them have crossed the border. What matters the lifting of some English cattle? The southerners never scrupled to eat good Scottish beef whenever they set foot on Scottish soil.

I would hang the English envoy for daring to come to a Scottish king with complaints of cattle-lifting. The king frowned slightly, but said nothing, and then Adam Scott of Tuchelot had to thrust his bull-neck into the nose. "'I give you fair warning,' he cried, "'that if the king's forces are turned against the borderers, my sword helps my neighbours.' "'And I say the same,' shouted Cockburn of Henderland. Some of the opposition were about to speak, but the king held up his hand for silence. "'That is treason,' he said quietly. Adam Scott I have heard that you are called king of the border. Scotland is blessed with the number of men who are king of this or king of that, and I am sure I make no objection as long as they do not forget the difference that exists between a king in name and a king in reality.

I asked for advice, but not for threats. Then, to the whole assemblage, he went on. Gentlemen, I thank you for your counsel. I shall give a soothing reply to my uncle's ambassador, keeping in mind the peace that exists between the two countries, and then I shall take what has been said on each side into consideration, and let you know the result. Accepting this as a dismissal, those there congregated withdrew, save only Sir David Lindsay, the king having made a sign for him to remain. "'Well, Davie,' he said when they were alone, "'what do you think of it all?' "'To tell the truth, your majesty,' answered the poet, "'it's a knotty problem, not to be solved by rhyming brain. "'When the first spokesman finished, I was entirely of his opinion, "'but after that the Earl of Bothwell's plea seemed equally weighty, "'and between the two I don't know what to think.' That is the disadvantage of an unbiased mind, Davie.

Now, with good strong prejudices, one side or the other, the way would be clearer, and yet I despise a man who doesn't know his own mind. "'Scott and Cockburn seem to know their minds very well,' ventured the poet with a smile. "'Yes, and if one or two more of them had spoken as decidedly, I would have been off to the border to-night.' at the head of my troops. It is a weakness of mine, but I can't put up with the threat very well." "'Kings are rarely called upon to thole a threat,' said Sir David, with a laugh. "'I am not so sure of that, Davie. Kings have to thole many things, if they are to rule justly. Now, Davie, if you will but tell me just what to do.' It will be a great help, for then I can take the opposite direction with confidence.

But the poet shook his head. "'I cannot tell you,' he said. "'There seems much to be said for both sides.' "'Then, Davie, send down to the town for the cobbler. Send for Fleming. He is a common-sense, canny body. He shall be the Solomon of the occasion.' That broad-faced hammer of his seems to rap out wisdom as well as drive pegs. Bring him up with you, and we'll place the case before him. As the rimster left the room, Sir Donald Sinclair came clanking in, seemingly in something of a hurry. "'Was it your majesty's pleasure,' began Sir Donald, "'to have detained Adam Scott and Cockburn?' "'No. Why do you ask?' Because they have mounted their horses and are off to the border as fast as two good steeds can carry them.

And where are Bothwell, Holm, and Maxwell, and the lairds of Ferniehurst, Johnston, and Buckley? They are all closeted in the Earl of Bothwell's room, your Majesty. Shall I take any action regarding them? Oh, no. Don't meddle with them. You heard the opinions given a while since, Donnell. What conclusion did you arrive at? I am scarcely an impartial judge, your majesty. A soldier is ever for fighting, and I fear he pays little attention to the right or wrong of it. You would try a fall with the border kings, perhaps? Yes, your majesty, I would. Then I need have no fear, but the troops will respond if I call on them? None in the least, your majesty. Well, I am glad to hear that, Sir Donald. And meanwhile I can think of the project without any doubt regarding my army.

When the cobbler came to the castle with Sir David, the king led the way to one of his small private rooms, and there sketched out the argument on both sides of the question with great impartiality. "'Now, Fleming,' he said at the conclusion, "'what is there to do?' For a long time the shoemaker made no reply. Then he scratched his head in perplexed fashion. At last he said, "'It gets beyond me, your majesty. Thieving is not right unless it's done under cover of law, which these raving lads to the south seem to take small account of. On the other hand, to destroy them root and branch may be leaving Scotland naked to her enemy. I admit I'm fairly in a corner.' Sir David Lindsay laughed. You're as bad as I am, Cobbler," he said.

There is one point, commented the king, that no one seems to have taken any notice of, and that is this. Those who speak against the border marauders are those who know little of them except by hearsay, while the lords in their neighborhood, who should know them well, stand up for them, and even threaten to draw sword on their behalf. "'That certainly speaks well for the villains,' admitted the cobbler. "'Then what is your verdict?' demanded the king. "'Well, I kind of think I should leave them alone,' said Fleming cautiously. "'Do you agree with him, David?' "'I'm not sure, but I do. It seems a choice of two evils.' The king laughed righteously, and smote his thigh. Well, of all half-hearted counsellors, King James has the champion pair, and yet I had made up my mind before I asked the advice of either of you.

And what was that? inquired Sir David. To attack them? No. To leave them alone? suggested the cobbler. No. What then? cried both together. What then? Why, just go to get a little sure information. Here are three men of open minds. I propose that for the next week or thereabouts we three shall be honest cattle merchants who will mount our honest horses and take a quiet bit journey along the border. The scenery, they tell me, is grand, and David here will make poems on it. It's a healthy country, and the cobbler has been bending too assiduously over broken shoes of late. So the fresh air and the exercise will do him good. Lush, your majesty," cried the cobbler in dismay. "'I'm no horseman. I never rode any four-legged thing but a cobbler's bench and that side-saddle fashion.' "'Oh, you will have learned when we reach the border,' said the king with a laugh.

Before two days are past, you'll be riding as well as Sir David, who is at present the worst horseman in all Scotland. Pegasus is the steed I yearn to ride, returned the poet with a wry face. Yes, and even it sometimes throws you, David. You'll never be the psalmist your namesake was. Well, we'll look on it as agreed. Fleming shall be purse-bearer, and so our tour will be an economical one. Here is a purse well filled. You will look after the drovers' costumes, make all disbursements, and take care that you do not betray us by undue lavishness. Thus it came about that three supposed drovers took their way to the border by a route which drovers were never known to travel before. And besides this, they were travelling empty-handed towards England, whereas real drovers faced the South with their herds before them, and the North with those herds sold or stolen.

Not one of the three had in his vocabulary a single word pertaining to the cattle trade, and every man with whom they spoke knew at once that, whatever else they might be, they were not drovers, And so the ill-fated three went blundering through the freebooters' country, climbing hills and descending dales, and frightening honest folk with the questions they asked, questions about men whose names should be spoken in a whisper, and even then with a look of fear over the shoulder. Innkeepers who saw them approach with delight watched them leave with relief, Thanking God that no raider had happened inside to hear their innocent inquiries. Yet the three themselves were enjoying an interesting and instructive journey, and the king had come to the conclusion that the devil was not so black as he was painted.

At last they stumbled into a hostelry kept by a man whose name was Armstrong. Their horses were taken care of, and the trio sat down to a hearty meal. as had been their luck all along the border. "'Landlord, does this meat come from England?' asked the king. The landlord caught his breath. He stood stock-still for a moment, and then replied, "'I hope it is to your lordship's liking.' "'Oh, I'm no lordship,' said James, "'but an honest rover body, trying to find new markets for my stock.' "'I can see that,' replied the landlord. Then you will know that this meat's raised by Scotsmen. Raised, laughed the king. Raised where? In Northumberland? Are you sure lift is not the word you mean? Sir, said the landlord gravely.

There's no lifting of cattle hereabout. This is not the highlands. All in the neighbourhood are honest farmers or foresters. Earning their bread by the sweet of their brow, put in Sir David Lindsay. Doubtless when the English are after them, suggested the cobbler. The landlord did not join in their mirth, but merely said, "'If your dinner is to your liking, my duty is done.' Quite so," answered the king. "'We were merely curious regarding the origin of your viands, but the question seems to be a ticklish one in this district.' "'Oh, not at all,' replied the innkeeper grimly. If you question enough, you are sure to meet someone who will make you a suitable answer. The landlord, seemingly not liking the turn of the conversation, disappeared, and during the rest of the meal they were waited upon by a lowering, silent woman, who scowled savagely at them and made no reply to the raillery of the king, who was in the highest spirits.

They had ridden far that morning since breakfasting, and it was well after midday when they drew away from a table that had been devoted to their satisfying. Sir David and Fleming showed little inclination to proceed with their journey. "'The poor beasts must have a rest,' said the poet, although none of the three were horsemen enough to go out and see how the animals fared at the hands of the stableman. The king was accustomed to be waited upon, and the other two knew little and cared less about horses. As they sat there in great content, they heard suddenly commotion outside, and the clatter of many hoofs on the stone causeway. The door burst in, and there came trampling half a dozen men, who entered with scant ceremony, led by a stalwart individual, who cast a quick glance from one to the other of the three who were seated.

His eye rested on the king, whom with quick intuition he took to be the leader of the expedition, and doffing his feathered bonnet in a salutation that had more of mockery than respect in it, he said, I hear that, like myself, you're in the cattle trade, and that you're anxious to learn the prospect of doing business in this mountainous locality. You are quite right, replied the king. I have my biles nearby. continued the man. Some of the finest turks that ever stood on four hoofs. Would you be willing to come and give me your opinion of them, and say how much you care to pay for as many as you need? Again the man swept his bonnet nearly to the floor, and his six men, who stood back against the wall as if to give the speaker the stage in the center of the floor, glanced one at another.

The king, however, was unruffled, And he replied with a twinkle in his eye, "'My good sir, you are mistaken. We are on the other side of the market. We are sellers, not buyers.' "'So was Judas,' said the incomer, his politeness giving way to an expression of fierceness and cruelty, which went far to terrify two of the seated men. "'Are you sure, sir, that the cattle you sell have not two legs instead of four?' "'I don't understand you,' replied the king. "'Is it men or sterks you would give to the butcher?' "'Still I do not understand you,' repeated the king. "'Oh, very well. How much are you asking for your cattle? We are here rather to see how much may be offered.' "'I can well believe you.

Still you must know something of the price of beasts on hoofs. How much would you want for a good fat Answer me that. The king glanced at his two companions, and his glance said as plainly as words, Give me a hint, in heaven's name, regarding the cost of a beast. But in all Scotland he could not have found two men who knew less about the subject. Oh, well, said the king nonchalantly, not at all liking the turn of affairs had taken. I suppose we would be satisfied with twenty pounds. And this being received with a roar of laughter, he added hastily, "'Twenty pounds, Scots.' "'Oh,' said the big man, "'I was afraid you were going to demand that amount in English currency. "'It is evident you will do well at the trade if you can find such buyers.' "'Then make us an offer,' suggested the king, with the air of a man willing to listen to reason.

"'Where are your cattle?' "'They are in the north.' What part of the north? "'My good fellow,' cried the king, his temper rising. "'You have asked many questions, and answered none. Who are you, and what right have you to make your demands in such a tone?' "'Ah, then there's some spirit among the three of you. I'm glad to see that. Who am I? I'm Johnny Armstrong. Did you ever hear tell of him?' And I suspect that your cattle are grown in the high town of Stirling. Am I right in that? It is in Stirling that you can sell what you may lift on the border, and your cattle will be paid for in King's Gold. You are spies, my fine gentlemen, and know as little of cattle as I know of the King and the court."

The King rejoined calmly. The country is at peace. There can be no spies except in a time of war. Is it even so? Then what are you three doing rampaging up and down my land on the border? That the lands may be yours, we do not dispute, nor have we interfered with them. The highways are the king's, and we three are peaceful subjects of his. claiming, therefore, the right to travel on them, as we will, so long as we infringe not his peace or the liberty of any man. Stoutly spoken, and bravely considering what king's dominion you now find yourself, you have to learn that Johnny and not Jamie is king of the border. And when you're in the hands of a man named Armstrong, you'll find how little a boy named Stuart can do for you.

Tie them up.

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A Prince of Goodfellows by Robert Barr. Chapter Four. Part Two. Before one of the three could move from the stool he occupied, they were set upon by the ruffians, and each sterling man found his ankles fastened together and his elbows tied behind his back with a speed that amazed him. Bless my soul, moaned the poet, all this in broad daylight and in the king's dominion. They were carried outside, and flung thus helpless face downward on horses, like so many sacks of corn, each before a mounted man. Armstrong sprung upon his horse and led his men from the high-road into the forest, his followers numbering something like a score. The captives from their agonizing position on the horses could see nothing of the way they were being taken, except that they journeyed on and on through dense woodland.

They lost all knowledge of direction, and by-and-by came to the margin of a brawling stream, arriving at last, much to their relief, at a stronghold of vast extent, situated on a beetling rock that overhung the river. Here the three were placed on their feet again, and chattering women and children crowded round them, but in no case was there a word of pity or an expression of sympathy for their plight. The striking feature of the castle was a tall, square tower which might be anything from seventy to a hundred feet in height, and connected with it were several stone buildings, some two stories and some three stories high. Round the castle in a wide, irregular circle had been built a stout stone wall, perhaps twenty feet high, wide enough on the top for half a dozen men to walk abreast.

The space enclosed was tolerably flat, and large enough for a small army to exercise in. Leaning against the inside of this wall was an array of sheds, which provided stabling for the horses, and numerous stalls in which many cattle were lowing. The contour of the wall was broken by a gateway through which the troop and their captives had entered. The inlet could be closed by a massive gate, which now stood open, and by a stout portcullis that hung ready to drop when a lever was pulled. But the most gruesome feature of this robber's lair was a stout beam of timber, which projected horizontally from the highest open window of the square tower. Attached to the further end of the beam was a thick rope, the looped end of which encircled the drawn neck of a man, whose lifeless body swayed like A leaden pendulum, helpless in the strong breeze.

Seeing the eyes of the three directed to this pitiful object, Armstrong said to one of his men, "'Just slip that fellow's head from the nose, Peter. We may need the rope again to-night.' Then turning to his prisoners, Armstrong spoke like a courteous host, anxious to exhibit to a welcome guest the striking features of his domain. That's but a grisly sight, gentlemen, to contemplate on a lowering evening. The day was darkening to its close, and a storm coming up out of the west was bringing the night quicker than the hour sanctioned. But here is an ingenious contrivance, continued the freebooter, cheerfully, which has commanded the admiration of many a man we were compelled to hang. You see, there are so many meddlesome bodies in this world that a person like myself who wishes to live in peace with all his fellows must sometimes give the interferers a sharp bit lesson.

I can well believe it, answered the king. An Englishman of great ingenuity had a plan for capturing us. But as it stands, we captured him, and, being a merciful man, always loth to hang when anything else can be done. I set him at work here, and this is one of his constructions. As it's growing dark, come nearer that you may see how it works. At the bottom of the tower, and close to it, there lay a wooden platform, which afforded standing-room for six or seven men. Peter got up on this platform and pulled a cord which opened a concealed sluice gate, and resulted in a roar of pouring water. Gradually the platform lifted, and the king saw that it was placed on top of a tall pine-tree that had been cut in the form of a screw, the gigantic threads of which were well oiled.

A whirling horizontal water-wheel, through the center of which the big screw came slowly upwards, with Peter on the gradually elevating platform, formed the motive power of the contrivance. "'You understand the mechanism?' said Armstrong. "'By pulling one cord, the water comes in on this side of the wheel, and the platform ascends. Another cord closes the sluice, and everything is stationary.' A third cord opens the gate which lets the water drive the wheel in the opposite direction, and then the platform descends. You see, I have taken away the old lower stairway that was originally built for the tower, and this is the only means of getting up and down from the top story. It does not, if you will notice, go entirely to the top, but stops at that door fifty feet from the rock into which Peter is now entering.

"'It's a most ingenious invention,' admitted the king. "'I never saw anything like it before.' "'It would be very useful in a place like Stirling,' said Johnny, looking hard at his prisoner. "'I suppose it would,' replied the king in a tone, indicating that it was no affair of his. "'But you see, I'm not a Stirling man myself.' I belong rather to all Scotland, a man of the world, as you might say. By this time Peter had climbed to the highest room of the tower, worked his way on hands and knees out to the end of the beam, and had drawn up to him the swaying body. With the deftness of expert practice, he loosened the noose, and the body dropped like a plummet through the air, disappearing into the chasm below.

Peter, taking the nose with him, crawled backward like a crab out of sight, and into the tower again. Armstrong from below had opened the other sluice, and the empty platform descended as leisurely and as tremblingly as it had risen. Armstrong himself cut the cords that bound the ankles of his captives. "'Now, gentlemen,' he said, "'if you will step on the platform, I shall have the pleasure of showing you to your rooms.' Three armed men and the three prisoners moved upwards together. "'A fine sylvan view you have,' said the king. "'Is it not?' exclaimed Armstrong, seemingly delighted that it pleased his visitor. After the mechanical device had landed them some fifty feet above the rocks, they ascended several flights of stairs, a man with a torch leading the way.

The prisoners were conducted to a small room which had the roof of the tower for its ceiling. In a corner of the cell cowered a very abject specimen of the human race, who, when the others came, seemed anxious to attract as little attention as possible. Armstrong again, with his own hands, removed the remaining cords from the prisoners, and the three stretched up their arms, glad to find them at liberty once more. Place the torch in its holder, said Johnny. Now, gentlemen, that will last long enough to light you to your supper, which you will find on the floor behind you. I'm sure you will rest here comfortably for the night. The air is pure at this height, and I think you like this eagle's nest better than a dungeon under the ground.

For my own part, I abhor the subterranean cell, and goodness knows I've been in many one. But we are civilized folk here on the border, and try to treat our prisoners kindly. You must indeed earn their fervent gratitude, said the king. We should, we should, returned Johnny, but I'm not certain that we do. Man is a thrown beast as a rule. And now you'll just think over your situation through the night, and be ready to answer me in the morning all the questions I'll ask of you. I'll be wanting to know who sent you here, and what news you have returned to him since you have been on the border. "'We will give your request our deep consideration,' replied the king. "'I'm glad to hear that. You see, we are such merciful people that we have but one rope to hang our enemies with, while we should have a dozen by rights.

Still, I think we could manage three at a pinch. If your answers should happen to displease me, you will excuse the bearing of the door, but the window is open to you if your lodgings are not to your liking, and so good-night, the three of you. "'Good-night to you, Mr. Armstrong,' said the king. Peter had drawn in the rope, and its sinister loop lay on the floor, its further length resting on the window-sill and extending out to the end of the beam. The cobbler examined it with interest. "'Come,' cried the king. "'There is little use letting a supper wait for the eating, merely because we seem to have gone wrong in our inquiries about the cattle.' Neither the poet nor the cobbler had any appetite for supper, but the king was young and hungry, and did justice to the hospitality of the Armstrongs.

"'Have you been here long?' he asked the prisoner in the corner. "'A good while,' answered the latter despondently. "'I don't know for how long they hanged my mate.' "'I saw that. Do they hang many hereabout?' "'I think they do,' replied the prisoner. Some fling themselves down on the rocks, and others are starved to death. You see, the Armstrongs go off on a raid, and there's no one here to bring us food, for the womenfolk don't like to tamper with that machine that comes to the lower stair. I doubt if Johnny starves them intentionally, but he's kept away sometimes longer than he expects. Bless me, cried the king. Think of this happening in Scotland. And now, Kovlor, what are we to do? I'm wondering if this man would venture out to the end of the beam and untie the rope, suggested Fleming.

Oh, I'll do that willingly, cried the prisoner. But what is the use of it? It's about ten times too short, as the Armstrongs well know. Are we likely to be disturbed here through the night? asked Fleming. Oh, no, nor till late in the day to-morrow. They'll be down there eating and drinking till all hours. Then they sleep long. Very well. Untie the other end of the rope and see you crawl back here without falling. As the prisoner obeyed instructions, Fleming rose to his feet and began feeling in his pockets, drawing forth at last a large brown ball. "'What is your plan, Cobbler?' asked the king with interest. "'Well, you see,' replied Fleming, The rope's short, but it's very thick. I don't see how that is to help us.

There are nine or ten strands that have gone to the making of it, and I'm thinking that each of those strands will bear a man. Luckily I've got a ball of my cobbler's wax here, and that will strengthen the strands. Keep the knots from slipping, and make it easier to climb down. Cobbler, cried the king, if that lets us escape— "'I'll knight you.' "'I care little for knighthood,' returned the cobbler. "'But I don't want to be benighted here.' "'After such a remark as that, your majesty,' exclaimed the poet, "'I think you should have him beheaded if he doesn't get us out of this safely.' "'Indeed, sir David,' said the cobbler, as he unwound the rope. If I don't get you out of here, the Armstrongs will save his majesty all trouble on the score of decapitation.

There was silence now as the three watched the deft hands of the cobbler, hurrying to make the most of the last rays of the flickering torch in the wall. He tested the strands and proved them strong, then ran each along the ball of wax, thus cementing their loose thread together. He knotted the ends with extreme care, tried their resistance thoroughly, and waxed them unsparingly. It was a business of breathless interest, but at last the snake-like length of thin rope lay on the floor at his disposal. He tied an end securely to the beam just outside the window-sill, so that there would be no sharp edge to cut the cord. Then he paid out the line into the darkness slowly and carefully, that it might not become entangled.

"'There,' he said at last, with a sigh of satisfaction, "'who's first for the rope? We three await your majesty's commands. "'Do you know the country hereabout?' asked the king of the man, who had been prisoner longest. "'Every inch of it. Can you guide us safely to the north in the darkness? "'Oh, yes, once I am down by the stream.' "'Then,' said the king, Go down by the stream. When you are on a firm footing, say no word, but shake the rope. If you prove a true guide to us this night, we pay you well. "'I shall be well paid with my liberty,' replied the prisoner, crawling cautiously over the stone sill, and disappearing in the darkness. The cobbler held the tout line in his hand. No man spoke.

They hardly seemed to breathe until the cobbler said, "'He's safe. Your Majesty should go next.' "'The captain is the last to leave the ship,' said the king. "'Over you go, Fleming.' After the cobbler, Sir David descended, followed by the king, and they found at the bottom of the ravine some yards of line to spare. Their adventures through that wild night and the next day, until they came to a village where they could purchase horses, form a story in themselves. When the king reached Stirling, and was dressed once more in a costume more suited to his station than that which had been torn by the brambles of the border, he called to him the chief minister of Israel. "'You will arrest immediately,' he said, "'Cockburn of Henroland and Adam Scott of Trujillo, and have them beheaded.' "'With a trial, your majesty?' asked the minister in amazement.

Certainly not without trial, but see that the trial is as short as possible. Their crime is treason. The witnesses as many as you like to choose from our last council meeting. I love and adhere to the process of law, but see that there is no mistake about the block being at the end of your trial. The minister made a note of this, and awaited further instructions. Place the Earl of Bothwell in the strongest room that Edinburgh Castle has vacant. Imprisoned Lord Maxwell and Lord Holm, and the lords of Fernyhurst, Johnston, and Bookloy, in whatever stronghold is most convenient. Let these orders be carried out as speedily as possible. The next man called into the royal presence was Sir Donald Sinclair.

Have you five hundred mountain men ready for the road, Sir Donald? "'Yes, your majesty. A thousand if you want them.' "'Very well. A thousand I shall have, and I shall ride with you to the border.' Nevertheless, when the king came to the inn where he had been captured, there were but twenty troopers with him. Sir Donnell was the spokesman on that occasion. He said to the landlord, whose roving eyes was taking count of the number of horses, "'Go to Johnny Armstrong, and tell him that the king, with twenty mounted men at his back, Commands his presence here, and see that he comes quickly. Johnny was not slow in replying to the invitation, and forty troopers rode behind him. The king sat on his horse a little in advance of his squadron.

As a mounted man, James looked well, and there was but little resemblance between him and the unfortunate drover, who had been taken prisoner at that spot two short weeks before. "'I have come promptly in answer to your majesty's call,' said Armstrong politely, removing his bonnet but making no motion to pay further deference to the king of Scotland. "'It gives me great pleasure to see you,' replied the king suavely. "'You travel with a large escort, Mr. Armstrong.' Yes, your majesty. I'm a sociable man, and I like good company. The more stout fellows that are at my back, the better I am pleased. In this respect, we are very much alike, Mr. Armstrong, as you will admit if you but cast your eyes to the rear of your little company.

At this, Johnny Armstrong violated a strict rule of royal etiquette, and turned the back of his head to his king. He saw the forest alive with mounted men. Their circle closing in upon him. He muttered the word, Trapped, and struck the spurs into his horse's flank. The stung steed pranced in a semicircle, answering his master's rein. But the fence of mounted steel was complete. Every drawn sword a picket. Again Armstrong, laughing uneasily, faced the king, who still stood motionless. Your Majesty has certainly the advantage of me as far as escort is concerned. It would seem so, replied James. You travel with two score of men, I with a thousand. I have ever been a loyal subject of your Majesty, said Armstrong, moistening his dry lips.

I hope I am to take no scath for coming promptly and cordially to welcome your Majesty to my poor district. "'You will be better able to answer your own question when you have replied to a few of mine. Have you ever met me before, Mr. Armstrong?' The robber looked intently at the king. "'I think not,' he said. "'Have you ever seen this man before?' And James motioned Sir David Lindsay from the troop at his side. Armstrong drew the back of his hand across his brow. "'I seem to remember him,' he said. But cannot tell where I have met him. Perhaps this third man will quicken your memory. And the cobbler came forward, dressed as he had been the night he was captured. Armstrong gasped, and a greenish pallor overspread his face.

"'What is your answer, Armstrong?' asked the king. "'I and my forty men will serve your majesty faithfully in your army, if you grant us our lives.' No thieves ride with any of Scotland's brigade, Armstrong. I will load your stoutest horse with gold until he cannot walk if you spare our lives. The revenues of Scotland are sufficient as they are, Armstrong, replied the king. Harry of England will be glad to hear that the king of Scotland has destroyed two score of his stoutest warriors. The king of England is my relative. And I shall be happy to please him. The defence of Scotland is my care, and I have honest men enough in my army to see that it is secure. Have you anything further to say, Armstrong?

It is folly to seek grace at a graceless face. If we are for the tree, then to the tree with us. But if you make this fair forest bear such woeful fruit, You shall see the day when you shall die for lack of stout hearts like ours to follow you, as sure as this day is the fatal thirteenth. The forty-one trees bore their burden, and thirteen years from that time the outlaw's prophecy was fulfilled.

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The King's Gold.

It is strange to record that the first serious difficulty which James encountered with the nobles who supported him arose not over a question of state, but through the machinations of a foreign mountebank. The issue came to a point where, if the king had proceeded to punish the intriguer, his majesty might have stood alone, while the lords of his court would have ranged themselves in support of the charlatan. A most serious state of things. the like of which has before now overturned a throne. In dealing with this unexpected crisis, the young king acted with a wisdom scarcely to be expected from his years. He directed the nobility as a skilful rider manages a mettle some horse, sparing curb and spur, when the use of the one might have unseated him, or the use of the other resulted in a frenzied bolt.

Thus the judicious horseman Keeps his saddle, yet arrives at the destination he has marked out from the beginning. In the dusk of the evening, James went down the high street of Stirling, keeping close to the wall, as was his custom, when about to pay a visit to his friend, the cobbler, for although several members of the court knew that he had a liking for low company, the king was well aware of the haughty disdain with which the nobles regarded those of the mechanical or trading classes. So he thought it best not to run counter to a prejudice so deeply rooted, and for this reason he restricted the knowledge of his visits to a few of his more intimate friends. As the king was about to turn out of the main street, he ran suddenly into the arms of a man coming from the shop of a clothier, who made costumes for the court.

As each started back from the unexpected encounter, The light from the mercer's shop window lit up the face of his majesty's opponent, and the latter saw that he had before him his old friend, Sir David Lindsay. "'Ah, Davie!' cried the king. "'It's surely late in the day to choose the colours for a new jacket.' "'Indeed, your majesty, is in the right,' replied Sir David. "'But I was not selecting cloth.' I was merely enacting the part of an honest man, and liquidating a reckoning of long standing. "'What, a poet with money?' exclaimed the king. "'Who ever heard of such a thing?' "'Man, Davie, you might share the knowledge of your treasure-house with a friend. Kings are always in want of money.

Is your gold mine rich enough for two?' The king spoke jocularly. Placing no particular meaning upon his words, and if Sir David had answered in kind, James would doubtless have thought no more about the matters. But the poet stammered and showed such evident confusion that His Majesty's quick suspicions were at once aroused. He remembered that of late a change had come over the court. Scottish nobles were too poor to be lavish in dress, And frequently the somewhat meagre state of their wardrobe had furnished a subject for jest on the part of ambassadors from France or Spain. But when other foreigners, less privileged than an ambassador, had ventured to make the same theme one for mirth, they speedily found there was no joke in Scottish steel, which was ever at an opponent's service, even if gold were not.

So those who were wise and fond of life became careful not to make invidious comparisons between the gallants of Edinburgh and Stirling, and those of Paris and Madrid. But of late the court at Stirling had blossomed out in fine array, and although this grandeur had attracted the notice of the king and pleased him, he had given no thought to the origin of the new splendour. The king instantly changed his mind regarding his visit to the cobbler, Lint armed with the poet, and together they went up the street. This sudden reversion of direction gave the royal wanderer a new theme for thought and surmise. It seemed as if all the town was on the move, acting as surreptiously as he himself had done a few moments previously.

At first he imagined he had been followed, and the suspicion angered him. In the gloom he was unable to recognise any of the wave-firers, and each seemed anxious to avoid detection, passing hurriedly or slipping quietly down some less frequented alley or lane. Certain of the figures appeared familiar, but none stopped to question the king. Davie, cried James, pausing in the middle of the street, you make a very poor conspirator. Indeed, your majesty. replied the poet earnestly. "'No one is less of a conspirator than I. Davie, you are hiding something from me.' "'That I am not, your majesty. I am quite ready to answer truly any question your majesty cares to ask.' "'The trouble is, Davie, that my majesty has not yet got a clue, which will lead to shrewd questioning, but as a beginning, I ask you, what is the meaning of all this court stir in the old town of Stirling?

How should I know, your majesty? asked the poet in evident distress. There now, Davie, there now. The very first question I propound gets an evasive answer. The man who did not know would have replied that he did not. I dislike being juggled with. And for the first time in my life, Sir David Lindsay, I am angered with you. The knight was visibly perturbed, but at last he answered, "'In this matter I am sworn to secrecy.' "'All secrets revealed themselves at the king's command,' replied James Sturney. "'Speak out, speak fully, and speak quickly.' "'There is no guilt in the secret, your majesty.' I doubt if any of your court would hesitate to tell you all, were it not that they fear ridicule, which is a thing a Scottish noble is loth to put up with, whether from the king or commoner.

Get on, and waste not so much time in the introduction," said his majesty shortly. Well, there came some time since to Stirling, an Italian chemist, who took up his abode and set up his shop in the abandoned refectory of the old monastery. He is the author of many wonderful inventions, but none interests the court so much as the compounding of pure gold in a crucible from the ordinary earth of the fields. "'I can well believe that,' cried the king. "'I have some stout fighters in my court who fear neither man nor devil in battle. Yet would stand with mouth agape before a juggler's tent. But surely, Davie, you who have been in the colleges and have read much from learned books, are not such a fool as to be deluded by that ancient fallacy, the transmutation of any other metals into gold.

Sir David laughed uneasily. I did not say I believed it, your majesty. Still, A man must play some credence in what his eye sees done, as well as in what he reads from books, and after all the proof of the cudgel is the rap on the head. I have beheld the contest, beginning with an empty pot and ending with a bar of gold. Doubtless I have seen a juggler swallow hot iron, but I have never believed it went down his throttle, although it appeared to have done so. Did you get any share of the transmuted gold? That's the practical test, my Davy. That is exactly the test your barons applied. I doubt if their nobilities would take much interest in a scientific experiment, were there no profit at the end of it.

Each man entering the laboratory pays what he pleases to the money-taker at the table, but it must not be less than one gold bonnet-piece. When all have entered, the doors are closed and locked. The amount of money collected is weighed against small bars of gold, which the alchemist places in the opposite scale until the two are equally balanced. This bar of gold he then throws into the crucible. Oh, he puts gold into the crucible, does he? Where, then, is the profit? I thought these necromancers made gold from iron. Signor Farini's method is different, your majesty. He asserts that like attracts like, and that the gold in the crucible will take to itself the minute unseen particles which he believes exist in all soils, the intense heat burning away the dross and leaving the refined gold.

I see. And how ends this experiment? The residue is cooled and weighed. Sometimes it's double the amount of gold put in, sometimes treble, and I have known him, upon occasion, take from the crucible quadruple the gold of the bar, but never have I known a melting fall below double the amount collected by the man at the table. At the final act, each noble has returned to him double or treble the gold he relinquished on entering. Where, then, arises the profit to your Italian? I never knew these foreigners to work for nothing. He says he does it for love of Scotland, and hatred of England, and ancient enemy. Were but the Scottish nation rich, he thinks they could the better withstand incursions from the South.

Well, Davy, that seems to me a most unsubstantial reason. Scotland's protection has been her poverty in all except hard knocks. Were she as wealthy as France, it would be the great temptation for Englishers to overrun the country. My grandfather, James, the third, had a black chest full of golden jewels, yet he was murdered flying from defeat in battle. When does this golden wizard fire his cauldron, Davy? "'To-night, your majesty. That is the reason the nobles of your court were making sly haste to his domicile. Ah, and Sir David Lindsay was hurrying to the same spot so blindly that he nearly overran his monarch. It is even so, your majesty.' "'Then I am hindering you from much profit, and you must even blame yourself for being so long in the telling.' However, it is never too late to turn one bonnet piece into two.

So, Davie, lead the way, for I would see this alchemist turn out gold from a pot as a housewife boils potatoes. I fear, your majesty, that the doors will be shut. If they are, Davie, the king's name will open them. Lead the way. Lead the way. The doors were not shut. But were just on the point of closing when Sir David put his shoulder to them and forced his way in, followed closely by his companion. The king and his henchmen found themselves in a small anteroom, furnished only with a bench and a table. On the latter was a yellow heap of bonnet-pieces of the king's own coinage. Beside this heap lay a scroll with the requisites for writing. The money-taker, a gaunt foreigner clad in long robes like a monk, closed the door and buried it securely, then returned to the table.

He nodded to Sir David and glanced with some distrust upon his plaid-covered companion. "'Whom have you brought to us, Sir Lindsay?' asked the man suspiciously. "'A friend of mine, the master of Ballengeich, one who can keep his own counsel and who wishes to turn an honest penny.' "'We admit none except those connected with the court,' demurred the money-taker. "'Well, in a manner, Ballengeich is connected with the court. He supplies the castle with the products on his farm.' The man shook his head. "'There will not do,' he said. "'My orders are strict. I dare not admit him.' "'Is not my money as good as another's?' asked Ballengeich, speaking for the first time. "'No offense is meant to you, sir, as your friend Sir Lindsay knows, but I have my orders and dare not exceed them.' "'Do you refuse me admittance, then?' "'I am compelled to do so, sir, greatly to my regret.' "'Is not my surety sufficient?' asked Sir David.

"'I am deeply grieved to refuse you, sir, but I cannot disobey my strict instructions.' "'Oh, very well, then,' said the king impatiently. We will stay no further question. Sir David here is a close friend of the king, and a friend of my own. Therefore we will return to the castle, and get the king's warrant, which I trust will open any door in Stirling. The warder seemed nonplussed at this, and looked quickly from one to the other. Finally he said, "'Will you allow me a moment to consult with my master?' "'Very well, so that you do not hold us long.' replied the master of Ballengeich. "'I shall do my errand quickly, for at this moment I am keeping the whole nobility of Scotland waiting.' The man disappeared, taking, however, the gold with him in a bag.

In a short space of time he returned, and bowing to the two waiting men, he said, "'My master is anxious to please you, Sir Lindsay, and will accept the money of your friend.' Whereupon the two placed upon the table five gold pieces each, And the amount was credited opposite their names upon the parchment. Sir David, leading the way, drew aside one heavy curtain, and then a second one, which allowed them to enter a long, low-roofed room, almost in total darkness, as far as the end to which they were introduced was concerned. But the upper portion of the hall was lit in lurid fashion. At the further end of the refectory was a raised platform, on which the heads of the order had dined during the prosperous days of the edifice, while the humbler brethren occupied, as was customary, the main body of the lower floor.

Upon this platform stood a metal tripod, which held a basket of dazzling fire, and in this basket was set a crucible, now changing from red to white, Under the constant exertions of two creatures who looked like imbs from the lower regions, rather than inhabitants of the upper world. These two strove industriously with their huge bellows, which caused the fire to roar fiercely, and this unholy light cast its effulgence upon the faces of many notable men, packed closely together in the body of the hall. It also shone on the figure of a tall man, The ghastly pallor of whose countenance was enhanced by a fringe of hair black as midnight. He had a nose like a vulture's beak, and eyes piercing in their intensity, as black as his midnight hair.

His costume also resembled that of a monk in cut, but it was scarlet in hue, and the radiance of the furnace caused it to glow as if illuminated by some fire from within. At the moment the last two entered, Farini was explaining to his audience, in an accent palpably foreign, that he was a man of science, and that the devil gave him no aid in his researches, an assertion doubtless perfectly accurate. His audience listened to him with visible impatience, evidently anxious for talk to cease and practical work to begin. The wizard held in his right hand the bag of gold that the king had seen taken from the outer room. Presently there entered through another curtain doorway, on what might be called the stage, the money-taker in the monk's dress, who handed to the necromancer the coins given him by Lindsay and Ballengeich, which the wizard tossed carelessly into the bag.

The attendant placed the scroll upon a table, and then came forward with the weighing machine held in his hand. The alchemist placed the gold from the bag upon one side of the scale, and threw into the other bar after bar of yellow metal, until the two were equal. Then the bag of gold was placed on the table beside the scroll, and the wizard carefully deposited the yellow bars within the crucible, The two imps now working the bellows more strenuously than ever. The experiment was carried on precisely as Sir David had foretold, but there was one weird effect which the poet had not mentioned. When the necromancer added to the melting pot huge lumps of what appeared to be common soil from the field, the mixture glared each time with a new colour.

Once a vivid violet colour flamed up, which cast such a livid deathlike hue on the faces of the knights there present, that each looked upon the other in obvious fear. Again the flame was pure white, again scarlet, again blue, again yellow. When at last the incantation was complete, the bellows work was stopped. The crusading cauldron was lifted from the fire by an iron hook and chain. and set upon the stone floor to cool, bubbling and sparkling like a thing of evil. But the radiance became duller and duller as time went on, and finally its contents were poured out into a mould of sand, and there, congealing, the result was lifted by tongs and laid upon the scale. The bag of gold was placed again in the opposite disk, but the heated metal far outweighed it.

The wizard then unlocked a desk and threw coin after coin in the pan that held the bag, until at last the beam of the scale hung level. The secretary now pushed forward a table to the edge of the platform, and on the table placed a rushlight, which served but to illuminate the parchment before him. With great rapidity he counted the gold pieces which were not in the bag, then whispered to his master. The room was deathly still as the man in scarlet stepped forward to make his announcement. "'I regret,' he said, "'that our experiment has not been as successful as I had hoped. This doubtless has been caused by the poverty of the earth from which I took my material. I shall dig elsewhere against our next meeting, and then we may look for better results.

Tonight I can return to you but double the money you gave to my treasurer.' At this there went up what seemed to be a sigh of relief from the audience, which had been holding its breath with all the eagerness of a gambler, who had made a stake and awaited the outcome of the throw. The necromancer taking the parchment called out name after name, and as each title was enunciated, the bearer of it came to the edge of the platform and received from the secretary double the amount of gold pieces set down on the parchment. As each man secreted his treasure, he passed along out of the hall, and so it came about that Sir David and Ballengeich, being the last on the list, received the remaining coins on the table, and silently took their departure.

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The king spoke no word until they had entered the castle, and were within his private room. Once there, the first thing he did was to pull from his pouch the coins he had received, and examine them carefully, one by one. There was no doubt about them. Each was a good Scottish gold piece, with the king's profile and bonnet stamped thereon. "'You will find them genuine,' said Sir David. "'I had my own fears regarding them at first.' Thinking that this foreigner was trying the trick which Robert Cochran, the mason, accomplished so successfully during the reign of your grandfather, mixing the silver coins with copper and lead. But I had them tested by a goldsmith in Edinburgh, and was assured the pieces are just what they claim to be.

Prudent man! exclaimed the king, throwing himself down on a seat and jingling the gold pieces. Well, Davy, what do you think of it all? Give me an opinion as honest as the coin. Truth to tell your majesty, I do not know what to think of it. It may be as he says that the earth here contains particles of gold that are drawn to the bars he throws in the melting pot. If the man is a cheat, where can he hope for his profit? Where, indeed? I mind you told me he'd other marvellous inventions. What are they? He has a plan by which a man in full armour can enter the water and walk beneath it for any length of time without suffocating. Have you seen this trite? No, your majesty. There has been no opportunity.

What an admirable contrivance for invading Ireland! What are his plans as far as England is concerned? He seems, if I remember your tale right, to have some animosity in that direction. He has constructed a pair of wings, and each soldier being provided with them can sail through the air across the border. Admirable! Admirable! exclaimed the king, nodding his head. Now, indeed, is England ours, and France too, for that matter, if his wings will carry so far. Have you seen these wings? Yes, your majesty, but I have not seen them tried. They seem to be made of fine silk stretched on an extremely light framework, and are worked by the arms thrust up or down. Thus, he says, a man may rise or fall at will.

As to the falling, I believe him. And the rising I shall believe when I see it. Has our visit to-night then taught you nothing, David? Nothing but what I knew before. What has it taught your majesty? In the first place our charlatan does not want the king to know what he is doing, because when his subordinate refused me admittance and I said to him I would appeal to the king, He saw at once that this was serious, and wished to consult his master. His master was then willing to admit anyone so long as there was no appeal to the king. I therefore surmise he is most anxious to conceal his operations from me. What is your opinion, Davie? It would seem that your Majesty is in the right. Then again, if he is a real scientist and has discovered an easy method of producing gold, and is desirous to enrich Scotland, why should he object to plain farmer like a goodman of Ballengeich profiting by his production?

That is quite true, your majesty, but I suppose the line must be drawn somewhere, and I imagine he purposes to enrich only those of the highest rank as being more powerful than the geoman. Then we come back, Davie, to what I said before. Why exclude the king, who is of higher rank than any noble? I have already confessed, your majesty, that I cannot fathom his motives. Well, you see at what we have arrived. This foreigner wishes to influence those who can influence the king. He wishes to have among his audience none but those belonging to the court, He has some project that he dare not place before the king. We will now return to the consideration of that project. In the first place, the man is not an Italian.

Did a scholar like you, Davie, fail to notice that when he was in want of a word, it was a French word he used? He is therefore no Italian, but a Frenchman masquerading as an Italian. Therefore, the project, whatever it is, pertains to France, and it is his desire that this shall not be known. Now, what does France most desire Scotland to do at this moment? It thinks we should avenge Flodden, and many belonging to the court are in agreement with France on this point. Has your necromancer ever mentioned Flodden? Once or twice he spoke of it with regret. "'I thought so,' continued the king. "'And now I hope you are beginning to see his design. "'What your majesty says is very ingenious, "'but if I may be permitted to raise an objection to the theory, "'I would ask your majesty why this was not done through the French ambassador.

"'French gold has been used before now in the Scottish court. And it seems to me that a great nation like France would not stoop to enlist the devices of a charlatan, if this man be a charlatan. Ah, now we enter the domain of state secrets, Davie, and there is where a king has an advantage over the commoner. Of course I know many things hidden from you which give colour to my surmise. Some while ago, the French ambassador offered me a subsidy. Now I am not so avaricious as my grandfather, nor so lavish as my father, and I told the ambassador that I would depend on Scottish gold. I acquainted him with the success of my German miners in extracting gold from Leed Hills in the Clydesdale, and I showed him my newly coined pieces.

He was so condescendingly pleased and interested that he begged the privilege of having his own bars of metal coined in my mint in order to disperse his expenses in the coin of the realm, and also to send some of our bonnet pieces as specimens to France itself. This right of coinage I willingly bestowed upon him, firstly because he asked it, Secondly, I was glad to have some account of his expenditure. When I came in just now, I examined these coins closely, and you imagine that I was suspicious of the purity of the metal. This was not so. I told my mint master to coin all the bars the ambassador gave him to keep a strict account of the issue, and to mark each piece with the letter F on the margin.

I find three of the coins which we received to-night bearing this private mark. Therefore they have passed through the hands of the French ambassador to the alchemist. Sir David gave forth an exclamation of surprise. He left his seat, took the bonnet pieces from his pocket, and placed them under the lamp. "'Now,' said the king, "'you need sharp eyes to detect this mark. But here it is.' And there, and there. Let us look a little closer into the object of France. The Battle of Flodden was fought when I was little more than a year old. It destroyed the king, the flower of Scottish nobility, and ten thousand of her common soldiers. Who was responsible for this frightful calamity? My mother was strongly against the campaign, which was to bring the forces of her husband in contention with the forces of her brother, At that moment absent in France.

The man who urged on the conflict was Delamotte, the French ambassador, standing ever at my father's side, whispering his treacherous, poisonous advice into an ear too willing to listen. England was not a bitter enemy, for England did not follow up her victory and march into Scotland, where none were left to command a Scottish army. And no Scottish army was left to obey. Scotland on this occasion was merely the cat's-paw of France. Now I am the son of an English woman. The English king is my uncle. France fears that I will keep the peace with my neighbour, so through his ambassador he sounds me, and learns that such indeed is my intention. France resolves to leave me alone and accomplish its object by corrupting, with gold coined in my own mint, the nobles of my court.

And by God! cried James in sudden anger, bringing his fist down on the table and making the coins jingle. France is succeeding through the blind stupidity of men who might have been expected to know the right hand from their left. The greatest heads of my realm are being coisined by a trickster, befooled in a way that any humble plowman should be ashamed of. You see now why they wish to keep the silly proceedings from the king. I tell you, Davie, that Italian's head comes off, and thus in some small measure I will avenge Flodden. Sir David Lindsay sat meditatively silent for some moments. While the king, in angry impatience, strode up and down the small limits of the room. When the heat of the majesty's temper had partially cooled, Sir David spoke with something of diplomatic shrewdness.

"'I never before realised the depth and penetration of your majesty's mind. You have gone straight to the heart of this mystery, and have thrown light into its obscurest corner, As a dozen flaming torches would have illumined that dark laboratory in the monastery. I have shared the stupidity of your nobles, which the clarity of your judgment now exposes so plainly. Therefore I feel that it would be presumption on my part to offer advice to your majesty in the further prosecution of this affair. No, Davie, no! said the king, stopping in his march and speaking with pleased cordiality. "'No, I value your advice. You are an honest man, and it is not to be expected that the subtlety and craftiness of these foreigners should be as clear to you as the sunshine on a highland hill.

Speak out, Davie. If you give me your counsel, I know it will be as wholesome as oatmeal porridge.' Well, your majesty, you must meet subtlety with subtlety. "'I'm not sure that the adage holds good, Davie,' demurred the king. "'You cannot out-raise a highland man in his own glen, although you may fight him fairly in the open. Once this Frenchman's head is off, you stop his boiling-pot.' That is quite true, your majesty, but if the French ambassador should put in a claim for his worthless carcass, you will find yourself on the eve of a break with France, if you proceed to his execution. But I shall have made France throw off its mask. It is not France I am thinking about, your majesty. Your own nobles have gone clean daft over this Italian.

He is their goose that lays the golden eggs, and you saw yourself to-night with what breathless expectation they watch his experimenting. I am sure, your majesty, that they will stand by him, and that you will find not only France, but Scotland arrayed against you. A moment's reflection will show you the danger. These meetings have been going on for months past, yet no whisper of their progress has reached your majesty's ears. That is true. Even you yourself, Davie, kept silent. I swore an oath of silence, and honestly I did not think that this gold-making was an affair of state. Very well. I will act with caution. The breath of the money-getter tarnishes the polish of the sword, and in my dealings I shall try to recollect that I have to do with men growing rapidly rich, As well as with nobles who should be too proud to accept unearned gold from any man.

Now, Davie, I will need your help in this, and in aiding me you will assist yourself. Thus will virtue be its own reward, as is preached to us. I will give you as many gold pieces as you need, and instead of paying three pieces at the entrance, give the man three hundred. Urge all the nobles to increase their wagers, for thus we shall soon learn the depths of this yellow treasury. If I attempt to wring the neck of the goose before the eggs are laid, my followers would be justified in saying that the English part of my nature had got the better of the Scotch. Meanwhile I will know nothing of this man's doings, and I hope for your sake, Davie, That a gold mine will prove as prolific as my own in the Clydesdale.

The nobles followed the example set to them by the lavish Sir David. They needed no urging from him to increase their stakes. The fever of the gambler was on each of them, and soon the alleged Italian began to be embarrassed in keeping up the pace he had set for himself. It required now an enormous sum to pay, even double the amount taken at the door. The necromancer announced that the meetings would be held less often, but the nobles would not have it so. Then his experiments became less and less successful. One night the bonus amounted only to half the coins given to the treasurer, and then there were ominous grumblings. At the next meeting the bare amount paid in was given back, And the deep roar of resentment which greeted this proclamation made the foreigner tremble in his red robe.

The ambassador was sending messenger after messenger to France, and looked anxiously for their return, while the necromancer did everything to gain time. At last there came an experiment which failed entirely. No gold was produced in the crucible. The alchemist begged for a postponement, But swords flashed forth, and he was compelled on the spot to renew his incantation. "'If gold could be made on one occasion, why not on another?' cried the barons, with some show of reason. The conjurer had conjured up a demon he could not control—the demon of greed. The only man about the court who seemed to know nothing of what was going forward was the king himself. The French ambassador narrowly watched his actions, but James was the same free-hearted, jovial, pleasure-seeking monarch he had always been.

He hunted and carozed, and was the life of any party of pleasure which sallied forth from the castle. He disappeared now and then, as was his custom, and could not be found, although his novels winked at one another, while the perturbed French ambassador looked anxiously for the treasure-ship that never came. At last, the nobles, who, in spite of their threatenings, had too much shrewdness to kill the gold-maker, hoping his lapse of power was only temporary, forced the question to a head, and made appeal to the astonished king himself. Here was a man, they said, who could make gold and wooden. They desired a mandate to go forth, compelling him to resume the lucrative occupation he had abandoned.

The king pressed his amazement at what he heard, and summoned the mountebank before him. The goldmaker abandoned his robe of scarlet, and appeared before James dressed soberly. He confessed that he knew the secret of extracting gold from ordinary soil, but submitted that he was not a Scottish citizen, and therefore could not properly be queersed by the Scottish laws, so long as he infringed none of the statutes. The king held that this appeal was well founded, and disclaimed any desire to coerce a citizen of a friendly state. At this the charlatan brightened perceptibly, and proportionately the gloom on the brows of the nobles deepened. "'But if you can produce gold as you say, why do you refuse to do so?' demanded the king.

"'I respectfully submit to your majesty,' replied the mountbank. that I have now perfected an invention of infinitely greater value than the gold-making process, an invention that will give Scotland power possessed by no other nation, and which will enable it to conquer any kingdom, no matter how remote it may be from this land, I so much honour. I wish then to devout the remaining energies of my life to the enlarging of this invention, rather than waste my time in what is, after all, the lowest pursuit to which a man may demean himself, namely the mere gathering of money. And the speaker cast a glance of triumph at the disgruntled barons. "'I quite agree with you regarding your estimation of acquisitiveness,' said the king cordially, giving no heed to the murmurs of his followers.

In what does this new invention consist? It is simply a pair of wings, your majesty, made from the finest silk, which I import from France. They may be fitted to any human being, and they give that human being the power which birds have long possessed. Well, said the king with a laugh, I should be the last to teach a Scottish warrior to fly. Still, the ability to do so would have been on several occasions advantageous to us. Have you your wings at hand? Yes, your majesty. Then you yourself shall test them in our presence. But I should like to spend your majesty some further time on preparation, demurred the man uneasily. I thought you said a moment ago that the invention was perfect. Nothing human is perfect, your majesty, and if I said so I spoke with the over-confidence of the inventor.

I have however succeeded in sailing through the air, but cannot yet make way against a wind. Oh, you have succeeded so far as to interest us in a most attractive experiment. Bid your assistant bring them at once, and let us understand their principle. I rejoice to know that Scotland is to have the benefit of your great genius. Farini showed little enthusiasm and the king's confidence in him. He had, during the colloquy, cast many an anxious glance towards the French ambassador. Apparently much to the annoyance of that high dignitary, for now the Frenchman, seeing his continued hesitation, said sharply, "'You have heard His Majesty's commands. Get on your paraphernalia.' When the Italian was at last equipped, looking like a demon in a painting that hung in the chapel, the king led the way to the edge of Stirling Cliff.

"'There,' he said, indicating a spot on the brow of the precipice, "'you could not find in all Scotland a better vantage point for a flight.' The terrified man stood for a moment on the verge of the appalling precipice. Then he gave utterance to a remarkable pronouncement, the import of which was perhaps misunderstood because of the chattering of his teeth. "'Not here, your majesty. Forgive me. I will confess everything, the goal which I pretended to.' "'Fly, you fool!' cried the French ambassador, pushing the Italian suddenly between the shoulders and launching him into space. With a wild scream, Farini endeavoured to support himself with his gauze-like wings, and for a moment seemed to hover in the mid-air, but the framework cracked and the victim whirling head over heels fell like a plummet to the bottom of the cliff.

"'I fear you have been too impetuous with him,' said the king severely. Although, as his majesty glanced at Sir David Lindsay, the faint suspicion of a wink momentarily obscured his eye. A temporary veiling of the royal refulgence, which passed unnoticed as every one else was gazing over the cliff at the motionless form of the fallen man. "'I am to blame, sire,' replied the ambassador contritely. "'But I think the villain is an impostor.' And I could not bear to see your royal indulgence trifle with. However, I am willing to make amends for my imprudence, and if the scoundrel lives, I shall at my own expense transport him instantly to France, where he shall have the attendance of the best surgeons the country affords.

That is very generous of you, replied the king, and the ambassador, craving permission to retire, hastened to translate his benevolence into action. Farini was still unconscious when the ambassador and his attendants reached him, but the French nobleman proved as good as his word, for he had the injured man whose thigh-bone was broken, conveyed in a litter to a late, and from their ship to France. But it was many a day before the Scottish nobles ceased to deplore the untimely departure of their gold-maker.

End of chapter 5, part 2. Ridd by Lars Rolander.

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The Prince of Goodfellows by Robert Barr. Chapter Six, Part One. The King a-begging. Literary ambition has before now led men into difficulties. The king had completed a poem in thirteen stanzas entitled The Beggar Man, and the prime requisite of a completed poem is an audience to listen to it. In spite of the fact that he wrote poetry, the king was a sensible person, and he knew that if he read his verses to the court, the members thereof were not the persons to criticise adequately, The merits of such a composition. For you cannot expect a high noble who, if he ever notices a beggar, merely does so to throw a curse at him, or lay the flat of his sword over his shoulders, to appreciate an epic which celebrates the free life led by a mendicant.

The king was well aware that he would receive ample praise for his production. King's goods are ever the best in the market. And though, like every other literary man, it was praise and not criticism that James wanted, still he preferred to have such praise from the lips of one who knew something of the life he tried to sing. Therefore, as evening came on, the monarch dressed himself in his farmer costume, and, taking his thirteen stanzas with him, ventured upon a cautious visit to his friend, the cobbler, in the lower town of Stirling. The cobbler listened with an attention which was itself flattering, and paid his royal visitor the additional compliment of asking him to repeat certain of the verses, which the king in his own heart thought were the best.

Then, when the Thirteenth Stanza was arrived at with the, Know that bad commendation, which is dear to the heart of the Chary Scotsman, be he of high or low degree, Fleming continued. They might be worse, and we've had many a poet of great reputation in Scotland who would not be ashamed to father them. But I'm thinking you paint the existence of a beggar in brighter colours than the life itself warrants. No, no, Fleming, protested the king earnestly. I'm convinced that only the beggar knows what true contentment is. You see, he begins at the very bottom of the ladder, and every step he takes must be a step upward. Now imagine a man at the top, like myself. Any move I make in the way of changing my conditions must be downward.

A beggar is the real king, and a king is but a beggar, for he holds his position by the favour of others. You see, Fleming, anything a beggar gets is so much to the good. And as he has nothing to lose, not even his head, for who would send a beggar to the block, he must needs be therefore the most contented man on the face of the footstool. "'Oh, that may be true enough,' replied Fleming. Set in his own notion, notwithstanding it was the king who opposed him. But look you what a scope of beggar has for envy for there's nobody he meets that's not better off than himself. You go to extremes, Fleming. An envious man is unhappy wherever you place him. But I'm speaking of ordinary persons like ourselves, with charity and goodwill toward all their fellowkind.

That man, I say, is happier as a beggar than as a king. Well, In so far as concerns myself, your majesty, I like to be sure of a roof over my head when the rain's coming down, and of that a beggar never can be. A king or a cobbler has a place to lay his head at any rate. Aye, admitted the king, but sometimes that place is the block. To tell you the truth, Fleming, I'm thinking of taking a week at the begging myself. A poet should have practical knowledge of the subject about which he writes. Give me a week on the road, Fleming, and I'll pen you a poem on beggary that will get warmer praise from you than this has had. I give your rhyming the very highest praise, and say that Gavin Douglas himself might have been proud had he put those lines together.

To this the king made no reply, and the cobbler, looking up at him, saw that a frown marred his brow. Then he remembered, as usual a trifle late, James's hatred of the Douglas name, a hatred that had been honestly earned by the Earl of Angus, head of that clan. Fleming was learning that it was as dangerous to praise as to criticise a king. With a native caution, however, the cobbler took no notice of His Majesty's pleasure, but added an amendment to his first statement. It would perhaps be more truthful to say that the verses are worthy of Sir David Lindsay. In fact, although Sir David is a greater poet than Gavin Douglas, I doubt very much if in his happiest moment he could have equalled the beggar-man.

In mentioning Sir David Lindsay, Fleming had named the king's greatest friend, and the cobbler's desire to please could not have escaped the notice of a man much less shrewd than was James V. The king rose to his feet, shaking a laugh. "'Man, Fleming,' he said, "'I wonder at you. Have you forgotten that Sir David Lindsay married Janet Douglas?' The palpable dismay of the cobbler's countenance caused the young man to laugh outright. "'The cobbler should stick to his honesty, and not to endeavour to tread the slippery path of courtiership, Fleming.' If I wanted flattery, I could get that up at the castle. I come down here for something better. If anything I could write were half so good as Sir David's worst, I should be a pleased man.

But I'm learning, Fleming, I'm learning. This very day some of my most powerful nobles have presented me with a respectful petition. A year ago I should have said no before I had got to the signature of it, but now I have thanked them for their attention to affairs of state, although between me and you and that bench, Fleming, it's a pure matter of their own greed and selfishness. So I've told them I will give the subject my deepest consideration, and that they shall have their answer this day fortnight. Is not that the wisdom of the serpent combined with the harmlessness of the dove? It is indeed, agreed the cobbler. Very well. To-morrow it shall be given out that this petition will occupy my mind for at least a week, and during that time the king is invisible to all comers, high or low.

To-morrow, Fleming, you will get me as clean a suit of beggars' rags as you can lay your hands on. I'll come down here as the master of Ballengeich, and leave these farmers close in your care. I shall pass from this door as a beggar, and come back to it in the same condition a week or ten days hence, so see that you're at hand to receive me. Does your majesty intend to go alone? Entirely alone, Fleming. Bless me! Do you imagine I would tramp the country as a beggar with a troop of horse at my back? Your Majesty, would be wise to think twice of such a project, warned the cobbler. Oh, well, I've doubled the number. I've thought four times about it, once when I was writing the poem, and three times while you were raising objections to my assertion that the beggar is the happiest man on earth.

If your majesty's mind is fixed, then there's no more to be said. But take my advice, and put a belt round your body with a number of gold pieces in it, for the time may come when you'll want a horse in a hurry, and perhaps you may be refused lodgings even when you greatly need them. In either case, a few gold rascals will stand your friend. That's canny counsel, Fleming, and I'll act on it. And perhaps it might be as well to leave with someone in whom you have confidence instructions so that you could be communicated with if your presence was needed hurriedly at Stirling. No, no, Fleming, nothing can go wrong in a week. A beggar with a string tied to his legs that someone in Stirling can pull at his pleasure is not a real beggar but a slave.

If they should want me sorely in Stirling before I return, they'll think the more of me once I am back. And thus it came about that the King of Scotland, with a belt of gold around his waist in case of need, and garments concealing the belt, which gave little indication that anything worth a robber's care was underneath. Tramped the high roads and byways of a part of Scotland, finding in general a welcome wherever he went, for he could tell a story that would bring a laugh, and sing a song that would bring a tear, and all such rarely starve or lack shelter in this sympathetic world. Only once did he feel himself in danger, and that was on what he thought to be the last day of his tramp. For in the evening he expected to reach the lower town of Stirling, even though he came to it late in the night.

But the weather of Scotland has always something to say to the pedestrian, and it delights in upsetting his plans. He was still more than two leagues from his castle, and the dark forest of Torwood lay between him and Royal Stirling, when, towards the end of a lowering day, There came up over the hills to the west one of the fiercest storms he had ever beheld, which drove him for shelter to a wayside inn on the outskirts of the forest. The place of shelter was low and forbidding enough, but needs must when a Scottish storm drives, and the king burst in on a drinking company, bringing a swirl of rain and a blast of wind with him. So fierce in truth was the wind that one of the drinkers had to spring to his feet, and put his shoulder to the door before the king could get it closed again.

He found but scant welcome in the company. Those seated on the benches by the fire scowled at him, and the landlord, seeing he was but a beggar, did not limit his displeasure to so silent a censor. "'What in the fiend's name?' he cried angrily. "'Does the like of you want in here?' The king nonchalantly shook the water from his rags, and took a step nearer the fire. "'That is a very unnecessary question, landlord,' said the young man, with a smile. "'Nevertheless, I will answer it. I want shelter in the first place, and food and drink as soon as you can bring them.' "'Shelter you can get behind a stone-dike, or in the forest,' retorted his host. Food and drink are for those who can pay for it.

Get you gone. You mar good company. In truth, landlord, your company is none to my liking, but I happen to prefer it to the storm. Food and drink, you say, are for those who can pay. You see one of them before you. Therefore, sir, hasten to your duty, or it may be mine to hurry you unpleasantly. The truculence on the part of a supposed beggar had not the effect one might have expected of increasing the boisterousness of the landlord. That individual well knew that many beggars were better able to pay their way than was he himself when he took to journeying. So he replied more civilly. "'I'll take your order for a meal when I have seen the colour of your money.' "'Quite right,' said the king, "'and only fair Scottish caution.' Then, with the lack of that quality he had just commended, He drew his belt out from under his coat, and taking a gold piece from it, threw the coin on the table.

The entrance of the king and the manner of his reception exposed him to the danger almost sure to attend the display of so much wealth in such forbidding company. A moment later he realized the jeopardy in which his rashness had placed him, by the significant glances which the half-dozen rough men there seated gave to each other. He was alone and unarmed in a disreputable booth on the edge of a forest well known as the Refuge of Desperate Characters. He wished that he had even one of the sharp knives belonging to his friend the cobbler, so that he might defend himself. However, the evil was done, if evil it was, and there was no help for it. James was never a man to cross a bridge before he came to it.

So he set himself down to the steaming venison brought for his refreshment, and made no inquiry whether it were poached or not, being well aware that any question in that direction was as unnecessary as had been the landlord's first query to himself. He was young, his appetite at all times of the best, was sharpened by his journey, and the ale, poor as it was, seemed to him the finest brew he had ever tasted. The landlord was now all obsequiousness, and told the beggar he could command the best in the house. When the time came to retire, his host brought the king by a ladder to a loft, which occupied the whole length of the building, and muttered something about the others sleeping here as well.

But thank heaven there was room enough for an army. "'This will not do for me,' said the beggar, coming down again. "'I'll take to the storm first.' What is this chamber leading out from the tap-room? "'That is my own,' replied the landlord, with some return of his old incivility, "'and I'll give it up to no beggar.' The king, without answering, opened the door of the chamber, and found himself in a room that could be barricaded. Taking a light with him, he examined it more minutely. "'Is this matchlock loaded?' he asked, pointing to a clumsy gun. which had doubtless caused the death of more than one deer in the forest. The landlord answered in surly fashion that it was, but the king tested the point for himself.

Now, he said, I rest here, and you will see that I am not disturbed. Any man who attempts to enter this room gets the contents of this gun in him, and I'll trust to my two daggers to take care of the rest. He had no dagger with him, but he spoke for the benefit of the company in the taproom. Something in his resolute manner seemed to impress the landlord, who grumbled, muttering half to himself and half to his companions. But he nevertheless retired, leaving the king alone, whereupon James fortified the door, and afterwards slept unmolested, the sleep of a tired man, until broad day woke him. Wonderful is the change wrought in a man's feelings by a fair morning. A new day, a new lease of life, the recurrent morning must have been contrived to give discouraged humanity a fresh chance.

The king, amazed to find that he had slept so soundly, in spite of the weight of apprehension on his mind the night before, discovered this apprehension to be groundless in the clear light of the new day. The sulky villains of the taproom were now honest fellows who would harm no one, and James laughed aloud at his needless fears, the loaded matchlock in the corner, giving no hint of its influence towards a peaceful night. The landlord seemed indeed a most civil person, who would be the last to turn a penniless man from his door. James, over his breakfast, asked what had become of the company, And his host replied that they were woodlanders, good lads in their way, but abashed before strangers.

Some of them had gone to their affairs in the forest, and others had proceeded to St. Ninian's to enjoy the hanging set for that day. "'And which way may your honour be yearning?' asked the innkeeper, "'For I see that you're no beggar. I'm no beggar at such an inhospitable house as this.' replied the wayfarer. But elsewhere I am a beggar. That is to say, the gold I come by is asked for, and not earned. Ah, that's it, is it? said the other with a nod. But for such a trade you need your weapons by your side. The deadliest weapons, rejoined the king mysteriously, are not always those most plainly on view. The sting of the wasp is generally felt before it is seen. The landlord was plainly disturbed by the intelligence he had received, and now made some a dough to get the change for the gold piece.

But his guest replied airily that it did not matter. "'With whatever's coming to me,' he said, "'feed the next beggar that applies to you on a rainy night with less at his belt to commend him than I have.' "'Well, good day to you, and thank you,' said the innkeeper. If you're going Stirling Way, you're road straight through the forest, and when you come to St. Ninian's you'll be in time to see a fine hanging, for they're throttling Baldy Hutchinson to-day, the biggest man between here and the border. Yes, and beyond it, I warrant. "'That will be interesting,' replied the king. "'Good day to you.' At the side of the wall, which ran from the end of the hostel and enclosed a bit of ground appertaining to it, James stooped ostensibly to tie his shoe, but in reality to learn if his late host made any move, for he suspected that the sinister company of the night before might not be so far away as the landlord had intimated.

His stratagem was not without its reward. The back door opened, And he heard the landlord say in a husky whisper to someone unseen, Run, Jock, as fast as you can to the second turning in the road, and tell Steeny and his men they'd best leave this chap alone. He's a robber himself. The king smiled as he walked slowly north towards the forest, and saw a bare-legged boy race at great speed across the field, and disappear at their margin. He resolved to give time for this message to arrive, so that he might not be molested, and therefore sauntered at a more leisurely rate than that at which a man usually begins a journey on an inspiring morning. Entering the forest at last, he relaxed no precaution, but kept to the middle of the road with his stout stick ready in his hand.

Whether Jock found his men or not he never learnt. But at the second turning five stalwart ruffians fell upon him, two armed with knives and three with cudgels. The king's early athletic training was to be put to a practical test. His first action was to break the wrist of one of the scoundrels who held a knife, But before he could pay attention to any of the others, he had received two or three resounding blows from the cudgels, and now was fully occupied warding off their strokes, backing down the road to keep his assailants in front of him. His great agility gave him an advantage over the comparative clumsiness of the four jocals who pressed him, but he was well aware that an unguarded blow might lay him at their mercy.

He was more afraid of the single knife than of the three clubs, and, springing through a fortunate opening, was delighted to crack the crown of the man who held the blade, stretching him helpless in a cart-rut. The three who remained seemed in no way disheartened by the discomfiture of their comrades, but came on with greater fury. The king retreated and retreated, baffling their evident desire to get in his rear. And thus the fighting four came to the corner of the road that James had passed a short time previously. One of the trio got in a nasty crack on the top of the beggar's bonnet, which brought him to his knees, and before he could recover his footing, a blow on the shoulder felled him.

At this critical juncture there rose a wild shout down the road, for the fighting party, in coming round the turn, had brought themselves within view of a sturdy pedestrian, forging along at A great pace, which he nevertheless marvellously accelerated on seeing the melee. For a moment the dazed man on the ground thought that the landlord had come to his rescue, but it was not so. It seemed as if a remnant of the storm had swept like a whirlwind among the aggressors, for the newcomer in the fray with savage exclamations which showed his delight in a tumult scattered the enemy as a tornado drives before it the leaves of a forest. The king raised himself on his elbow, and watched the gigantic stranger lay about him with his stick, while the five with cries of terror disappeared into the forest, for the two that were prostrate had now recovered wind enough to run.

"'Blosh!' panted the giant, returning to the man on the road. "'I wish I'd been here at the beginning.' "'Thank goodness you came at the end,' said the king, staggering unsteadily to his feet. "'Are you hurt?' asked the stranger. "'I'm not sure yet,' replied the king, removing his bonnet and rubbing the top of his head with the circular movement of his hand. "'Just a bit clore on the croon,' said the other in broad lowland scotch. It's done as a man, but it's nothing of a when ye can stand on your ain feet. Oh, it's not the first time I've had to fight for my crown, said James with a laugh, but five to one are odds a little more heavy than I care to encounter. Are ye able to walk on, for I'm in a bit of hurry, as ye'd have seen if your attention hadna been turned to the north.

Oh, quite able. replied the king as they strode along together. "'What's wrong with those scamps to lay on a poor beggarman?' asked the stranger. "'Nothing except that the beggarman is not so poor as he looks, and has a belt of gold about him, which he was foolish enough to show last night at the inn where these lads were drinking.' "'Then the lesson hasn't taught you much, or you wouldn't say that to a complete stranger in the middle of a black forest.' And you alone with him, that is, unless they've succeeded in raving the belt away from you. No, they have not robbed me, and to show you that I'm not such a fool as you take me for, I may add that the moment you came up I resolved to give to my rescuer every gold piece that is in my belt.

So, you see, if you thought of robbing me, there is little use in taking by force what a man is more than willing to give you of his own free will. The giant threw back his head, and the wood resounded with his laughter.

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A Prince of Goodfellows, chapter six, part two.

What I have said seems to amuse you. said the king, not too well pleased at the boisterous merriment of his companion. "'It does that,' replied the stranger, still struggling with his mirth. Then, striking the king on the shoulder, he continued, "'I suppose there is not another man in all broad Scotland to-day but me, that wouldn't give the snap of his fingers for all the gold you ever carried.' "'Then you must be wealthy,' commented the king. Yet it can't be that for the richest men I know are the greediest. "'No, it isn't that,' rejoined the stranger. "'But if you wander anywhere about this region, you will understand what I mean when I tell you that I am Baldi Hutchinson.' "'Baldi Hutchinson?' echoed the king, wrinkling his brows, trying to remember where he had heard that name before.

Then with sudden enlightenment. What? Not the man who is to be hanged to-day at St. Ninian's? The very same, so you see that all the gold ever minted is so little use to a man with a tightening rope round his neck. And the comicality of the situation again overcoming Mr. Hutchinson, his robust sides shook once more with laughter. The king stopped in the middle of the road and stared at his companion with amazement. Surely you're aware, he said at last, that you are on the direct road to St. Ninian's? Surely, surely, replied Baldy, and you remind me that we must not stand yammering here, for there will be a great gathering there to see the hanging. All my friends are there now, and if I say it, who shouldn't?

I've more friends than possibly any other man in this part of Scotland. "'But do you mean that you are going voluntarily to your own hanging? Bless my soul, man. Turn in your tracks and make for across the border.' Hutchinson shook his head. "'If I had intended to do that,' he said, "'I could have saved myself many a long step yesterday and this morning, for I was a good deal nearer the border than I am at this moment. No, no, you see, I have passed my word.' The sheriff gave me a week among my own friends to settle my worldly affairs, and bid the wife and the bairns good-bye. So I said to the sheriff, Arm your man whenever you are ready for the hanging. Now the word of Baldi Hutchinson has never been broken yet, and the sheriff knew it, although, I must admit, he swithered long ere he trusted it on an occasion like this.

But at last he said to me, "'Baldi,' says he, "'I'll take your plighted word. You've got a week before you, and you must just go and come as quietly as you can, and be here before the clock strikes twelve on Friday, for folk'll want to see you hang before they have their dinners. And that's what way I'm in such a hurry now, for I'm feared the farmers will be gathered, and that it will be difficult for me to place myself in the hands of the sheriff without somebody getting to chalouse what has happened. "'I've heard many a strange tale,' said the king. "'But this beats anything in my experience.' "'Oh, there's a great deal to be picked up by tramping the roads,' replied Hutchinson sagely. "'What is your crime?' inquired his majesty.

Oh, the crime's neither here nor there. If they want to hang a man, they'll hang him crime or no crime. But why should they want to hang a man with so many friends? Well, you see, a man may have many friends, and yet two or three powerful enemies. My crime, as you call it, is that I'm related to the Douglases. That's the real crime. But that's not what I'm to be hanged for. Oh, no, it's all done according to the legal satisfaction of the lawyers. I'm hanged for treason to the king. A right royal crime that doves a man a gentleman as much as if the king's sword slaps his bended back. A crime that better men than me have often suffered for. and that many will suffer, for yet ere kings are abolished.

I'm thinking, you see, as I said, I'm married into the Douglas family, and when the Earl of Angus let his young sprig of a king slip through his fingers, it was as much as one's very life was worth to whisper the name of Douglas. Now I think the Earl of Angus a good man. And when he was driven to England, and the Doughlases scattered far and wide by this rapscallion calhant with a crown on his head, I, being an outspoken man, gave my opinion of the king, damned him, and there were plenty to report it. I did not deny it, indeed. I do not deny to-day. Therefore my neck's like to be longer before the sun goes down. But surely— exclaimed the beggar. They will not hang a man in Scotland for merely saying a hasty word against the king.

There's more happens in this realm than the king kens of, and all done in his name, too. But to speak truth, there was a bit extra against me as well. A wean of the daft bodies in Stirling made up a slip of a plot to trap the king, and put him in hiding for a while, until he listened to what they called reason. There were two weavers among them, and weavers are always plotting, a cobbler and suchlike people, and they sent word, would I come and help them? I was fool enough to write them a note, and entrusted it to their messenger. I told them to leave the king alone until I came to Stirling, And then I would just nab him myself, put him under my oxter, and walk down towards the border with him, for I knew that if they went on, they'd but lose their silly heads.

And so, wishing no harm to the king, I made my way to Stirling, but did not get within a mile of it, for they tripped me up at St. Ninian's, having captured my letter. So I was sentenced, and it seems the king found out all about their plots as I knew he would, and pardoned the men who were going to kidnap him, while the man who wanted to stop such foolishness is to be hanged in his name. "'That seems villainously unfair,' said the beggar. "'Didn't the eleven try to do anything for you?' "'How do you know there were eleven?' cried Hutchinson, turning round upon him. I thought you said eleven. Well, maybe I did, maybe I did, yes. There were eleven of them. They never got my letter. Their messenger was a traitor, as is usually the case, and merely told them I would have nothing to do with their foolish venture.

And that brings me to the point I have been coming to. You see, although I would keep my word in any case, Yet I'm not so fair to approach St. Ninian's as another man might be. Young Jamie, the king seems to have more sense in his noodle than he gets credit for. Some of his forebears would have snapped off the heads of that eleven without thinking more of the matter, but he seems to have recognized they were but poor silly bodies, and so let them go. Now the moment they set me at liberty, A week since, I got a messenger I could trust, and sent him to the cobbler, Fleming by name. I told Fleming I was to be hanged, but he had still a week to get me a reprieve. I asked him to go to the king and tell him the whole truth of the matter, so I'm thinking that a pardon will be on the scaffold there before me.

Still, the disappointment of the hundreds waiting to see the hanging will be great. "'Good God!' cried the beggar, aghast, stopping dead in the middle of the road, and regarding his comrade with horror. "'What's wrong with you?' asked the big man, stopping also. "'As it never occurred to you that the king may be away from the palace, and no one in the place able to find him?' No one able to find the king of Scotland. That's an unheard-of thing. Listen to me, Hutchinson. Let us avoid St. Ninian's and go direct to Stirling. It's only a mile or two further on. Let us see the cobbler before running your neck into a noose. But, man, the cobbler will be at St. Ninian's, either with a pardon or to see me hanged, like the good friend he is.

There will be no pardon at St. Ninian's. Let us to Stirling, let us to Stirling. I know that the king has not been at home for a week past. How can you know that? Never mind how I know it. Will you do what I tell you? Not I. I'm a lad of my word. Then you are a doomed man. I tell you, the king has not been in Stirling since you left St. Ninian's. Then, with a burst of impatience, James cried, "'You stubborn fool! I am the king!' At first the big man seemed inclined to laugh, and he looked over the beggar from top to toe, but presently an expression of pity overspread his countenance, and he spoke soothingly to his comrade. "'Yes, yes, my man,' he said. "'I knew you were the king from the very first.' "'Just sit down on this stone for a minute, and let me examine that clip you got on the top of the head.

I fear me it's worse than I thought it was.' "'Nonsense!' cried the king. "'My head is perfectly right. It is yours that is gone aglee.' "'True enough, true enough,' continued Hutchinson mildly in the tone that he would have used towards a fractious child. "'And you're not the first that said it, but let us get on to St. Ninian's.' "'No, let us make direct for Stirling.' "'I'll tell you what we'll do,' continued Hutchinson, in the same tone of exasperating tolerance. "'I'll choose St. Ninjans and let them know the king's pardon's coming. You'll trot along to Stirling, put on your king's clothes, and then come and set me free. That's the way we'll arrange it, my manny.' The king made a gesture of despair, but remained silent, and they walked rapidly down the road together.

They had quitted the forest, and the village of St. Ninjans was now in view. As they approached the place more nearly, Hutchinson was pleased to see that a great crowd had gathered to view the hanging. He seemed to take this as a personal compliment to himself, as an evidence of his popularity. The two made their way to the back of the great assemblage, where a few soldiers guarded an enclosure within which was the anxious sheriff and his minor officials. Bless me, Baldy! cried the sheriff in a tone of great relief. "'I thought you had given me the slip.' "'Ye thought nothing o'er the kind, sheriff,' rejoined Baldy, complacently. "'I said I would be here, and here I am.' "'You are just late enough,' grumbled the sheriff.

"'The people have been waiting this two hours.' "'They'll think it all the better when they see it,' commented Baldy. I was held back a bit on the road. Has there no message come from the king? Could you expect it when the crime's treason? Asked the sheriff impatiently. But there's been a cobbler here that's given me more bother than twenty kings, and cannot be pacified. He says the king's away from Stirling, and this execution must be put by for another ten days, which is impossible. Allow me a word in your ear privately, said the beggar to the sheriff. I'll see you after the job's done, replied the badgered man. I've no more places to give you away. You must just stand your chances with the mob.

Baldi put his open hand to the side of his mouth and whispered to the sheriff. This beggar man, he said, has been misused by a gang of thieves in Torwood Forest. "'I cannot attend to that now,' rejoined the sheriff, with increasing irritation. "'No, no,' continued Baldi suavely. "'It's not that, but he's got a frightful dooner on the top of the head, and he thinks he's the king.' "'I am the king,' cried the beggar, overhearing the last word of caution. "'And I warn you, sir, that you proceed with this execution at your peril. I am James of Scotland.' And I forbid the hanging. At this moment there broke through the insufficient military guard, a wild, unkempt figure whose appearance caused trepidation to the already much-tried sheriff.

There's the crazy cobbler again, he moaned dejectedly. Now the fat's all in the fire. I think I'll hang the three of them, trial or no trial. Oh, your majesty, cried the cobbler. And it was hard to say which of the two was the more disreputable in appearance. "'This man, Hutchinson, is innocent. You will surely not allow the hanging to take place now. You are here.' "'I'll not allow it if I can prevent it, and can get this fool of a sheriff to listen.' "'Fool of a sheriff, say you,' stuttered that official in rising anger. "'Here, guard.' Take these two ragamuffins into custody and see that they are kept quiet till this hanging's done with. Hatchinson, get up on the scaffold. This is all your fault.

Hangman, do your duty. Baldi Hatchinson, begging the cobbler to make no further trouble, mounted the steps leading to the platform, the hangman close behind him. Before the guard could lay hands on the king, he sprang also up the steps and took a place on the outward edge of the scaffold. Raising his hand, he demanded silence. "'I am James, King of Scotland,' he proclaimed in stentorian tones. "'I command you as loyal subjects to depart to your homes. There will be no execution to-day. The king reprieves Baldy Hutchinson.' The cobbler stood at the king's back, and when he had ended lifted his voice and shouted, "'God save the king!' The mob heard the announcement in silence, and then a roar of laughter followed as they gazed at the two tattered figures on the edge of the platform.

But the laughter was followed by an ominous howl of rage, as they understood that they were like to be cheated of a spectacle. "'Lors, I'll king him,' shouted the indignant sheriff as he mounted the steps, and before the beggar or his comrade could defend themselves, that official with his own hands precipitated them down among the assemblage at the foot of the scaffold. And now the spirit of a wild beast was let loose among the rabble. The king and his henchmen staggered to their feet, and beat off, as well as they could, the multitude that pressed Walk eferiously upon them. A soldier struggling through tried to arrest the beggar-man, but the king nimbly wrested his sword from him and circled the blade in the air with a venomous hiss of steel that caused the nearer portion of the mob to press back eagerly as a moment before they had pressed forward.

The man who swung a blade like that was certainly worthy of respect, be he beggar or monarch. The cobbler's face was grimed and bleeding, but the king's newly-won sword cleared a space around him, and now the bellowing voice of Baldy Hutchinson made itself heard above the din. Stand back from him! He shouted. They're decent, honest bodies, even if they've gone clean mad. But now these at the back of the crowd were forcing the others forward, and Baldy saw that in spite of the sword, his old and his new friend would be presently engulfed. He turned to one of the upright posts of the scaffold, and gave it a tremendous shuddering kick. Then, reaching up to the crossbar and exerting his Samson-like strength, he wrenched it with a crash of tearing wood down from its position, and armed with this formidable weapon, he sprung into the mob, scattering it right and left with his hangman's beam.

A riot and a rescue, roared the sheriff. Mount Trooper Mackenzie, and ride as if the devil were after you to Stirling, to Stirling Man, and bring back with you a troop of the King's horse. We must stop that man getting to Stirling, said Baldy, or he'll have the King's men on you. I'll clear a way for you through the people, and then you two must take leg-bail for it to the forest. Stand where you are, said the beggar. The king's horse is what I want to see. Dodds, you'll see them soon enough. Look at that gallop. Mackenzie, indeed, had lost no time in getting astride his steed, and was now disappearing toward Stirling like the wind. The more timorous of the assemblage, fearing the oncoming of the cavalry, which usually made short work of all opposition, caring little who was tramped beneath horses' hoofs, began to disperse and seek stations of greater safety than the space before the scaffold afforded.

Believe me, said Baldi earnestly to his two friends, you'd better make your legs save your throttle. This is a hanging affair for you as well as for me, for you've interfered with the due course of the law. It's not the first time I've done so, said the beggar with great composure. And shortly after they heard the thunder of horses'hoofs coming from the north. "'Thank God!' said the sheriff when he heard the welcome sound. The mob dissolved and left a free passage for the galloping cavalcade. The stout Baldi Hutchinson and his two comrades stood alone to receive the onset. The king took a few steps forward, raised his sword aloft, and shouted, "'Halt, Sir Donald!' Sir Donald Sinclair obeyed the command so suddenly that his horse's front feet tore up the turf as he reined back, while his sharp order to the troop behind him brought the company to an almost instantaneous stand.

Sir Donald, said the king, I'm for Stirling with my two friends here. See that we are not followed, and ask this hilarious company to disperse quietly to their homes. Do it kindly, Sir Donald. There is no particular hurry, and they have all the afternoon before them. Bring your troop back to Stirling in an hour or two. Will your majesty not take my horse? asked Sir Donald Sinclair. No, Donald, replied the king, with a smile glancing down at his rags. Scottish horsemen have always looked well in the saddle. Yourself are an example of that. and I have no wish to make this costume fashionable as a riding suit. The sheriff who stood by with drop-jaw now flung himself on his knees and craved pardon for laying hands on the Lord's anointed.

The least said of that, the better, remarked the king dryly. But if you are sorry, sheriff, that the people should be disappointed at not seeing a man hanged, I think you would make a very good substitute for my big friend, Baldi here. The sheriff tremulously asserted that the populace were but too pleased at this exhibition of the royal clemency. "'If that is the case, then,' replied His Majesty, "'we shall not need to trouble you, and so far-well to you.'" The king, Baldy, and the cobbler took the road toward Stirling, and Sir Donald spread out his troop to intercept traffic in that direction. Advancing toward the bewildered crowd, Sir Donald spoke to them. "'You will go quietly to your homes,' he said.

"'You have not seen the hanging, but you have witnessed to-day what none in Scotland ever saw before. The king intervened personally to save a doomed man. Therefore be satisfied, and go home.' Someone in the mob cried. "'Horray for the poor man's king! Cheer, lads, cheer!' A great uproar was lifted to the skies. Afar off, the three pedestrians heard it, and Baldy, the man of many friends, taking the clamour as a public compliment to insult, waved his bonnet at the distant, vociferious multitude.

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A Prince of Goodfellows by Robert Barr. Chapter Seven, Part One. The King's Visit. "'No, no,' said the king decisively. "'Bring them in, bring them in. I'll have none cast into prison without at least a hearing. Have any of your men been killed?' "'No, your majesty,' replied Sir Donald. "'But some of them have wounds they will not forget in a hurry. The highlandmen fought like tiger-cats.' "'How many are there of them?' asked the king. Something more than a score with a piper that's noisier than the other twenty, led by a breechless ruffian, although I must say he knows what to do with a sword. All armed, you say? Every one of them but the piper. About half an hour ago they came marching up the main street of Stirling, each man with his sword drawn, and the pipes skirling death in defiance.

They had the whole town at their heels, laughing and jeering at them, and imitating the wild highland music. At first they paid little attention to the mob that followed them, but in the square their leader gave a word in Gaelic, and at once the whole company swerved about and charged the crowd. There was instant panic among the townspeople, who fled in all directions, out screaming the Pai Broch in their fright. No one was hurt, for the highlandmen struck them with the flat of their swords, But several were tramped under foot, and are none the better for it. "'It serves them right,' commented the king. "'I hope it will teach them manners towards strangers, at least.' What followed? A whistle from their leader collected the helots again, and so they marched straight from the square to the gates of the castle.

The two soldiers on guard crossed pikes before them, but the leader without a word struck down their weapons and attempted to march in. brave as you please. Who but they? There was a bit of a scuffle at the gate. Then the bugle sounded, and we surrounded them, trying to disarm them peaceably at first. But they fought like demons, and so there some sore heads among them. You disarmed them, of course? Certainly, your majesty. Very well. Bring them in, and let us hear what they have to say for themselves. The door was flung open, a sharp command was given, and presently there ended the group of Highlanders, disarmed and with their elbows tied behind their backs. A strong guard of the soldiery accompanied them on either side.

The Highlanders were men of magnificent physique, a quality that was enhanced by the picturesque costume they wore, in spite of the fact that in some instances this costume was in tatters, and the wearers cut and bleeding. But stalwart as his followers were, their leader far outmeasured them in height and girth, a truly magnificent specimen of the human race, who strode up the long room with an imperial swagger, such as had never before been seen in Stirling, in spite of the fact that his arms were pinioned. He marched on until he came before the king, and there took his stand, without any indication of bowing his bonneted head or bending his sturdy bare knees. The moment the leader set his foot across the threshold, the unabashed piper immediately protruded his chest and struck up the wild strain of Feilte-mich-en-Aba, or the salute to the chief.

Stop it, ye devil! cried the captain of the guard. How dare you set up such a squawking in the presence of the king? And as the piper paid not the slightest attention to him, he struck the mouthpiece from the lips of the performer. This, however, did not cause a cessation of the music, for the bag under the piper's elbow was filled with wind, and the fingers of the musician bravely kept up the strain on the reed-chanter with its nine holes, and thus he played until his chief came to a stand before the king. The king gazed with undisguised admiration upon the foremost highlander, and said quietly to the captain of the guard, Unbind him. On finding his arms released, the mountaineer stretched them out once or twice, then folded them across his breast, making no motion, however, to remove his plumbed bonnet, although every one else in the room except himself and his men were uncovered.

You have come in from the country. began the king, a suspicion of a smile hovering about his lips, to enjoy the metropolitan delights of Stirling. How are you satisfied with your reception? The big highland man made no reply, but frowned heavily, and bestowed a savage glance on several of the courtiers, among whom a light ripple of laughter had run after the king put his question. "'These savages,' suggested Sir Donald, Do not understand anything but the Gaelic. Is it your majesty's pleasure that the interpreter be called? Yes, bring him in. When the interpreter arrived, the king said, Ask this man if his action is the forefront of a highland invasion of the lowlands, or merely a little private attempt on his own part to take the castle by assault.

The interpreter put a question in Gaelic, and was answered with gruff brevity. by the marauder. The interpreter, bowing low to the king, said smoothly, "'This man humbly begs to inform your majesty.' "'Speak truth, Macpherson,' cautioned the king. "'Translate faithfully exactly what he says. Our friend here, by the look of him, does not do anything humbly, or fawn, or beg. Translate accurately. What does he say?' The polite Macpherson was taken aback by this reproof, but answered, "'He says, your majesty, he will hold no communication with me, because I am of an inferior clan, which is untrue. The Macphersons were a civilized clan centuries ago, which the McNabs are not to this day. So please, your majesty.' The McNab's hand darted to his left side, but finding no sword to his grasp, it fell away again.

"'You are a lawyer.' cried the chief in very passably English, which was not to be misunderstood. The Macpherson's are no clan, but an insignificant branch of the Chutton. Touch not the cut is your motto, and a good one, for a Macpherson can scratch, but he cannot handle the broadsword. Macpherson drew himself up, his face reddening with anger. His hand also sought instinctively the hilt of his sword. But the presence in which he stood restricted him. "'It is quite safe,' he said with something like the spit of a cat, "'for a heathen to insult a Christian in the presence of his king, and the macnabs have ever shown a taste for the cautious cause.' "'Tut, tut!' cried the king with impatience. "'Am I to find myself involved in a highland feud in my own hall?

Macpherson, it seems this man does not require your interpreting.' So perhaps it will further the peace of our realm if you withdraw quietly. Macpherson, with a low obeisance, did so. Then to McNabb the king spoke. Sir, it appears you are acquainted with our language. Why did you not reply to the question I put to you? Because I would have you know it was not the proper kind of question to ask the like of me. I am a descendant of kings. Well, as far as that goes, I am a descendant of kings myself, though sorry I should be to defend all their actions. Your family only began with Robert de Bruce. Mine was old ere he came to the throne. That may well be. Still, you must admit what Robert lacked in ancestry.

He furnished forth inability. But the clan McNabb defeated him at the Battle of Delory. True, with some assistance, which you ignore, from Alexander of Argyll. However, if this discussion is to become a competition in history for the benefit of our ignorant courtiers, I may be allowed to add that my good ancestor Robert did not forget the actions of the McNabs at Delory, and later overran their country, dismantled their fortresses, leaving the clan in a more sane and chastened condition. than that in which he found it. But what has all this to do with your coming storming into a peaceable town like Stirling? "'In truth, your majesty,' whispered Sir David Lindsay, "'I think they must have come to replenish their wardrobe, and in that they are not a moment too soon.' "'I came,' said the chief, who had not heard this last remark, "'because of the foray you have mentioned.' I came because Robert the Bruce desolated our country.

"'Why, my good sword,' cried James, speaking as one king to another, "'your revenge is somewhat belated. A lapse of two centuries should have outlawed the debt. Do you expect then to take Stirling with twenty men?' "'I expected King James V to rectify the wrong done by King Robert I.' Your expectation does honour to my reputation as a just man, but I have already disclaimed responsibility for the deeds of ancestors less remote than good King Robert. You have made proclamations in the highlands that the chieftains must bring you proof of their right to occupy their lands. I have, and some have preferred to me their deeds of tenure, others prepared to fight. The cases have been settled in both instances.

To which of these two classes do you belong, Chief of the Clan McNabb? To neither. I cannot submit to you our parchments, because Robert, your ancestor, destroyed them. I cannot fight the army of the lowlands, because my clan is small. Therefore I, Finlay McNabb, Fifth of my name, as you are Fifth of yours, come to you in peace. asking you to repair the wrong done by your ancestor. Indeed, cried the king. If the present advent typifies your idea of a peaceful visit, then God forfend that I should ever meet you in anger. I came in peace, and have been shamefully used. You must not hold that against us, said James. Look you now. If I had come storming at your castle door, sword in hand, How would you have treated me, Finlay V?

If you had come with only twenty men behind you, I should treat you with all the hospitality of Glendohart, which far exceeds that of Stirling or any other part of your money-making lowlands, where gold coin is valued more than a steel blade. It has all been a mistake, said the king with great cordiality. The parchment you seek shall be given you. And I trust that your generosity, Lord of Glendoghurt, will allow me to amend your opinion of Stirling hospitality. I shall take it kindly if you will be my guest in the castle until my officers of law repair the harshness of my ancestor Robert. Then, turning to the guard, the king continued. Unbind these gentlemen, and return to them their arms. While the loosening of the men was rapidly being accomplished, the captain of the guard brought the chief his sword, and would have presented it to him, but the king himself rose and took the weapon in his own hand, tendering it to its owner.

The chieftain accepted the sword, and rested its point on the floor. Then, in dignified native courtesy, he doffed his broad, feathered bonnet. "'Sire,' he said with slow deliberation, Scotland has a king that this good blade shall ever be proud to serve. For three days the McNabs were the guests of the king in the castle, while the legal documents were being prepared. King and Chieftain walked the town together, and all that Stirling had to show, McNab beheld. The king was desirous of costuming, at his own expense, the portion of the clan that was now in his castle, Whose disarray was largely due to his own soldiers, but he feared the proposal might offend the pride of Finlay, the fifth. James Takt, however, overcame the difficulty.

"'When I visit you, McNabb, over by Loch Tay, there is one favour I must ask. I want your tailors to make for me and the men of my following suits of kilts in the McNabb Tartan.' "'Surely, surely,' replied the chief, "'and a better weaving you will get nowhere in the highlands.' "'I like the colour of it,' continued the king. "'There is a royal red in it that pleases me. "'Now there is a good deal of red in the Stuart Tartan, "'and I should be greatly gratified if you would permit your men "'to wear my colours as my men shall wear yours.' My tailors here will be proud to boast that they have made costumes for the clan McNabb. You know what tradesmen bodies are. They are pleased when we take a little notice of them.

Surely, again replied McNabb, more dubiously, and I shall send them the money for it when I get home. Indeed, said the king, if you think I am going to have a full purse when I am in the McNabb country, you are mistaken. "'I never suggested such a thing,' replied the chief indignantly. "'You'll count nain of your ain bobbies when you're with me.' "'Ah, well,' rejoined the king, "'that's right, and so you will just leave me to settle with my own tailor's hair.'"

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A Prince of Goodfellows by Robert Barr. Chapter Seven. Part Two.

Thus the recostuming came about, and all in all it was just as well that McNabb did not insist on his own tartan, for there was none of it in Stirling, while of the steward played there was a sufficiency to clothe a regiment.

On the last night there was a banquet given, which was the best that Stirling could bestow in honour of the clan McNabb. The great hall was decorated with the colours of the clan, and at the further end had been painted the arms of the McNabb, the open boat with its oars on the sea proper, the head of the savage, the two supporting figures, and the Latin motto underneath, Timur Obnis Abseto. Five pipers of the king's court had learned the salute to the chief, and now, headed by McNabb's own, they paced up and down the long room, Making it ring with their warlike music. The king and the chieftain came in together, and as the latter took his place at his host's right hand, his impassive face betrayed no surprise at the splendid preparations which had been made for his reception.

Indeed, the Highlanders all acted as if they had been accustomed to sit down to such a banquet every night. Many dainties were placed on the ample board, Cunningly prepared by foreign cooks, the like which the Highlanders had never before tasted. But the mountaineers ate stolidly whatever was set in front of them, and if unusual flavours saluted their palates, the strangers made no sign of approval or the reverse. The red wine of Burgundy, grown old in the king's cellars, was new to most of them, and they drank it like water, Emptying their tankards as fast as the attendant could refill them. Soon the ruddy fluid, whose potency had been underestimated, began to have its effect, and the dinner-table became noisy as the meal progressed, songs bursting forth now and then with strange shouts and cries more familiar to the hills of Loughtay than to the rafters of Stirling.

The chief himself lost the solemn dignity which had at first characterized him, and as he emptied flagon after flagon he boasted loudly of the prowess of his clan, foretold what he would do in future fields now that he was allied with the king of Scotland. Often forgetting himself, he fell into the Gaelic, roaring forth a torrent of words that had no meaning for many there present, Then, remembering the king did not understand the language, he expressed his pity for a man in such condition, saying the Gaelic was the oldest tongue in existence, and the first spoken by human lips upon this earth. It was much more expressive, he said, than the dialect of the lowlands, and the only language that could fittingly describe war and battle, just as the Pipproch was the only music suitable to strife.

To all of which the smiling king nodded approval. At last McNabb sprang to his feet, holding aloft his brimming flagon, which literally rained Burgundy down upon him, and called for cheers for the King of Scotland, a worthy prince who knew well how to entertain a brother-prince. Repeating this in Gaelic, his men, who had also risen with their chief, now sprang upon the benches, where, standing unsteadily, they raised a series of yells so wild that a shudder of fear passed through many of the courtiers there present. The chief, calling to his piper, commanded him instantly to compose a piproch for the king, and that ready musician, swelling with pride, marched up and down and round and round the great hall, pouring forth a triumphal quickstep with many wonderful flourishes and variations.

Then, at a word from the chief, each man placed his flagon on the table, whipped out his sword, swung it overhead to the amazement of the courtiers, for it is not in accord with etiquette to show cold steel to the eyes of the king. Down came the blades instantly, and together each man splitting in two the goblet he had drunk from. "'You must all come to Lochte!' cried the chief. And I will show you a banqueting-hall in honor of James V, such as you have never before seen. Then, to the horror of the courtiers, he suddenly smote the king on the back with his open palm and cried, "'Jamy, my lad, you'll come and visit me at Loch Tay.' The smitten king laughed heartily and replied, "'Yes, Finlay, I will.' The next day the McNabs marched from the castle and down through the town of Stirling with much pomp and circumstance.

They were escorted by the king's own guard, and this time the Popolars made no sneering remarks but thronged the windows and the roofs, cheering heartily, while the Highlanders kept proud step to the shrill music of the pipes. And thus the clansmen set faces towards the north on their long tramp home. "'What proud devils they are!' said Sir David Lindsay to the king, after the Northern Company had departed. "'I have been through the McNabb country from one end of it to the other, and there is not a decent hut on the hillside, let alone a castle fit to entertain a king. Yet the chief gives an imitation in the heat of wine, and when he is sobered He is too proud to admit that he cannot make good the words he has uttered.

"'That very thing is troubling me,' replied the king. "'But it's a long time till July, and between now and then we will make him some excuse for not returning his visit, and thus avoid putting the old man to shame.' "'But that, too, will offend him beyond repair,' objected the poet. "'Well, we must just lay our heads together, Davie,' answered the king, "'and think of some way that will neither be an insult nor a humiliation. It might not be a bad plan for me to put on disguise and visit Finlay alone.' "'Would you trust yourself unaccompanied among those wild catarons? One doesn't know what they might do.' "'I wish I were as safe in Stirling as I should be among the MacNabs,' replied the king.

However, affairs of state did not permit the carrying out of the king's intention. Embassies came from various countries, and the king must entertain the foreigners in a manner becoming their importance. This, however, gave James the valid excuse he required, and so he sent A commission to the chief of the McNabs. His Majesty, said the head commissioner, is entertaining the ambassadors from Spain and from France, and likewise a legate from the Pope. If he came north, he must at least bring with him these great noblemen with their retinues, and while he would have been glad to visit you with some of his own men, he could not impose upon the hospitality thus generously tendered By bringing also a large number of strangers and foreigners.

Tell his majesty, replied McNabb with dignity, that whether he bring with him the King of Spain, the Emperor of France, or even the Pope himself, none of these princes is, in the estimation of McNabb, superior to James V of Scotland. The entertainment, therefore, which the king graciously condescends to accept, is certainly good enough for any foreigners that may accompany him, be their nobility ever so high. When this reply was reported to the king, he first smiled, and then sighed. "'I can do nothing further,' he said. "'Return to McNabb and tell him that the Pope's legate desires to visit the priory on Lochtey. Tell the chief that we will take the boat along the lake on the day arranged. Say that the foreigners are anxious to taste the venison of the hills, and that nothing could be better than to give us a dinner under the trees.

Tell him that he need not be at any trouble to provide us lodging, for we shall return to the island priory and there sleep. In the early morning, the king and his followers, the ambassadors and their train, embarked on boats that had been brought overland for their accommodation, and sailed from the island priory the length of the beautiful lake, the numerous craft being driven through the water by strong northern oarsmen, their wild, jaunting choruses echoing back from the picturesque mountains as they bent to their work. The evening before, horses for the party had been led through forests over the hills, and along the Strand to the meeting-place at the other end of the lake. Here they were greeted by the McNabs, Pipers and all, and mounting the horses, the gay cavalcade was led up the valley.

The king had warned their foreign highnessness that they were not to expect in this wilderness the niceties of Rome, Paris, or Madrid. And each of the ambassadors expressed his delight at the prospect of an outing certain to contain so much that was novel and unusual to them. A summer haze hung in the valley, and when the king came in sight of the stronghold of the McNabs, he rubbed his eyes in wonder, thinking the misty uncertainty of the atmosphere was playing wizard trick with his vision. There, before them, stood the most bulky edifice, the most extraordinary pile he had ever beheld. Tremendous in extent, it seemed to have embodied every marked feature of a medieval castle. At one end, a great square keep arose, its amazing height looming gigantically in the gauze-like magic of the mist.

A high wall machiculated at the top connected this keep with a small octagonal tower, whose twin was placed some distance to the left, leaving an opening between for a wide entrance. The two octagonal towers formed a sort of frame for a roaring waterfall in the background. From the second octagonal tower another extended lofty wall connected it with a round peel as high as the key. This castle of a size so enormous that it made all others its beholders had ever seen shrink into comparative insignificance, was surrounded by a bailey wall. Outside of that was a moat which proved to be a foaming river, fed by the volume of water which came down to the precipice behind the castle. The lashing current and the snow-white cascade formed a striking contrast to the deep moss-green hue of the castle itself.

"'We have many great strongholds in Italy.' said the Pope's legate, but never have I seen anything to compare with this. Oh, said McNabb slightingly, we are but a small clan. You should see the highland castles further north. They are of stone, indeed our own fortresses, which are further inland, are also of stone. This is merely our pleasure house built of pine trees. "'A castle of logs!' exclaimed the postlegate. "'I never before heard of such a thing!' They crossed the bridge, passed between the two octagonal towers, and entered the extensive courtyard, surrounded by the castle itself, a courtyard broad enough to afford manoeuvring ground for an army. The interior walls were as attractive as the outside was grim and forbidding.

Balconies ran around three sides of the enclosure, tall, thin, straight pine-poles rising three stories high, supporting them, each pole fluttering a flag at the top. The balconies were all festooned with branches of living green. The air was tremulous with the thunder of the cataract, and the courtyard was cut in two by a rushing torrent, spanned by rustic bridges. The walls were peopled by cheering clansmen, and nearly a score of pipers did much to increase the din. Inside, the king and his men found ample accommodation. Their rooms were carpeted with moss and with flowers, forming a variety of color, and yielding a softness to the foot which the artificial piles of eastern looms would have attempted to rival in vain.

Here, for three days, the royal party was entertained, Hunting in the forest gave them prodigious appetites, and there was no criticism of the cooking. The supply of food and drink was lavish in the extreme. Fish from the river and the loch, game from the moors, and venison from the hills. It was evening of the third day when the cavalcade set out again for the priory. The chief, Finlay macnab, accompanied his guests down the valley, and when some distance from the castle of Loggs James smote him on the shoulder, coping thus his own astonishing action. "'Sir Finlay,' he cried, "'a king's hand should be no less potent than a king's sword, and thus I create thee a knight of my realm. For never before has a monarch been so royally entertained, and now I pause here to look once more on your castle of pine.'" So they all stayed progress, and turned their eyes toward the wooden palace they had left.

If it were built of stone, said the Pope's legate, it would be the strongest house in the world, as it is the largest. A bulwark of bones is better than a castle of stones, said Sir Finlay. That is an old Highland saying with us, which means that a brave following is the best ward. I will show you my bulwark of bones. And with that, bowing to the king as if to ask permission, he raised his bugle to his lips and blew a blast. Instantly from the corner of the further bastion a torch flamed forth, and that torch lighted the one next it, and this its neighbour, so that speedily a line of fire ran along the outlines of the castle, Marking out the square towers and the round, lining the curtain, the smaller towers, turrets, and parapets.

Then, at the top of the bailey wall, a circle of Highlanders lit torch after torch, and thus was the whole castle illumined by a circle of fire. The huge edifice was etched in flame against the sombre background of the high mountain. Confess, Legate, cried the king. That you never saw anything more beautiful even in fair Italy. "'I am willing to admit as much,' replied the Roman. Another blast from the bugle, and all the torches on the castle itself disappeared, although the fire on the Bailey wall remained intact, and the reason for this soon became apparent. From magicolated tower, keep, peel, and curtain, the nimble Highlanders torchless scrambled down, cheering as they came. It seemed incredible that they could have attained such speed, peeking their precarious way by grasping protruding branch or stump or limb, or by thrusting hand between the interstices of the timber, without slipping, falling, and breaking their necks.

For a moment the castle walls were alive with fluttering tartans, strongly illuminated by the torches from the outer bailey. Each man held his breath while this perilous acrobatic performance was being accomplished, and silence reigned over the royal party until suddenly broken by the Italian. "'Heilander!' he cried. "'Your castle is on fire!' "'A-ay,' said the Highlander calmly, raising his bugle again to his lips. At the next blast, those on the bailey wall thrust their torches, still burning among the chinks of the logs, and swarmed to the ground as speedily and as safely as those on the main building had done. Now the lighted torches that had been thrown on the roof of the castle, disappearing a moment from sight, gave evidence of their existence.

Here and there a long tongue of flame sprung up and died down again. "'Can nothing be done to save the palace?' shouted the excitable Frenchman. "'The waterfall, the waterfall! Let us go back, or the castle will be destroyed.' "'Stand where you are,' said the chief, "'and you will see a sight worth coming north for.' Now, almost with the suddenness of an explosion, great sheets of flame rose, towering into a mountain of fire, as if this roaring furnace would emulate in height The wooded hills behind it. The logs themselves seemed to redden as the light glowed through every crevice between them. The bastions, the bailey walls, were great wheels of flame, encircling a palace that had all the vivid radiance of molten gold.

The valley, for miles up and down, was lighter than the sun ever made it. "'Chieftain,' said the legate in an aid whisper, Is this conflagration accident or design? It is our custom, replied McNabb. A monarch's pathway must be lighted, and it is not fitting that a residence once honoured by our king should ever again be occupied by anyone less noble. The pine-tree is the badge of my clan. At my behest, the pine-tree sheltered the king. And now, at the blast of my bugle, it sends forth to the glen its farewell of flame.

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The King Explores. James was pleased with himself. He had finished a poem, admitted by all the court, to excel anything that Sir David Lindsay ever wrote, and he had outdistanced James MacDonald, son of the Laird of Sleet, in a contest for the preference of the fairest lady in Stirling. And young MacDonald was certainly the handsomest sprig about the palace. So the double victory in the art of rhythm and of love naturally induced the king to hold a great conceit of himself. Poor Davie, who was as modest a man regarding his own merits as could be found in the realm, quite readily and honestly hailed the king his superior in the construction of jingling rime. But the strapping young Highlander was proud as any scion of the royal house, and he took his defeat less diffidently.

"'If the king,' he said boldly, "'was plain jamie stewart, as I am jamie MacDonald, We would soon see who was winner of the bonniest lass, and if he objected to fair play, I'd not scruple to meet him sword in hand on the heather of the hills, but not on the stones of Stirling. It is the crown that has won, and not the face underneath it. Now, this was rank treason, for you must never talk of swords in relation to a king, except that they be drawn in his defence. The inexperienced young man made a very poor courtier, for he spoke as his mind prompted him, a reckless habit that has brought many a head to the block. Although MacDonald had a number of friends who admired the frank, if somewhat hot-headed nature of the youth, his Highland's swagger often earned for him not a few enemies, who would have been glad of his downfall.

Besides this, there are always about a court plenty of sycophants, eager to carry favour with the ruling power, and so it was not long after these injudicious utterances had been given forth that they were brought with many exaggerations to the ears of the king. "'You think, then,' said his majesty to one of the table-bearers, "'that if Jamie had the chance he would run his iron through my royal person?' "'There is little doubt of it, your majesty,' replied the parasite. "'Ah, well,' commented James. "'Kings must take their luck like other folk, and some day Jamie and I may meet on the heather with no other witnesses than the mountains around us and the blue sky above us, and in that case I shall have to do the best I can.

I make no doubt that MacDonald's position in Stirling is less pleasant than my own.' He is practically a prisoner held hostage here for the good conduct of his father, the firebrand of sleet, so we must not take too seriously the vapouring of a youth whose leg is tied. I was once a captive myself to the Douglas, and I used words that would scarcely have been pleasant for my jailer to hear, had some kind friend carried them. So I have ever a soft side for the man in thrall. To the amazement of the courtiers, who had shown some inclination to avoid the company of MacDonald after he had unburdened his soul, the king continued to treat the Highlander as affably as ever. But many thought His Majesty was merely biding his time, which was indeed the case.

The wiser heads about the court strongly approved of this diplomacy, as before they had looked askance at the king's rivalry with the irascible youth. They knew that affairs were not going well in the north, and so loose were the bonds restraining MacDonald, that at any moment he might very readily have escaped, ridden to the hills, and there augmented the almost constant warfare in those mountainous regions. Every clan that could be kept quiet was so much to the good, for although they fought mostly among themselves, There was ever a danger or combination which might threaten the throne of Scotland. Very often the king recklessly offended those whom he should conciliate, but even the wiseacres were compelled to admit that his jaunty kindness frequently smoothed out what looked like a dangerous quarrel.

The sage councillors, however, thought the king should keep a closer watch on those highland chieftains who were practically hostages in his court. But to this advice James would never listen. Having been a captive himself not so very long before, as he frequently remarked, he thus felt an intense sympathy for those in like condition, even though he himself kept them so through the necessity of internal politics. Yet he always endeavoured to make the restraint sit as lightly as possible on his victims. Some weeks after the ill-considered anti-royal threats had been made, Their promulgator was one of a group in the courtyard of the castle, when the captain of the guard came forward and said the king wished to see him in his private chamber.

MacDonald may have been taken aback by the unexpected summons, but he carried the matter off nonchalantly enough, with the air of one who fears neither potentate nor peasant, and so accompanied the captain. But the gossips nodded their heads sagely at one another, Whispering that it would be well to take good view of MacDonald's back, as they were little likely to see him soon again. And this whisper proved true, for next day MacDonald had completely disappeared. No one knew whither. When James, the large son, entered the presence of James the King, the latter said as soon as the captain had left them alone together, "'Jimmy, my man!' You understand the Gaelic, so it is possible you understand those who speak it.

If your majesty means the Highlanders, they are easily enough understood. They are plain, simple, honest bodies who speak what's on their minds, and who are always willing, in an argument, to exchange the wag of the tongue for a swoop of the black knife. I admit, said the king with a smile, that they are Gilles pastoral people, Easy to get on with, if you comprehend them. But that is where I am at loss, and I thought your head might supplement my own. "'I am delighted to hear you want my head for no other purpose but that of giving advice,' returned the Highlander candidly. "'Truth to tell, Jamie, your head would be of little use to me were it not on your shoulders.' If the head were that of a winsome lassie, I might be tempted to take it on my own shoulder, but otherwise I am well content to let heads remain where providence places them.

Whether intentional or not, the king had touched a sore spot when he referred to the laying of a winsome lassie's head on his shoulder, and MacDonald drew himself up rather stiffly. In any ploy with the ladies, he said, Your Majesty has the weight of an ermine cloak in your favour, and we all know how the lass is like millinery. Then, Jamie, in a fair field you think you would have the advantage of me, as, for example, if our carpet were the heather instead of the weaving of an eastern loom. "'I just think that,' said MacDonald stoutly. The King threw back his head and laughed the generous laugh of the all-conquering man. "'Eh, good, Jamie, my man!' We may put that to the test before long, but it is in the high realms of statesmanship I want your advice, and not in the frivolous courts of love.

You may give that advice the more freely when I tell you that I have made up my mind what to do in any case, and am not likely to be swayed one way or other by the counsel I shall receive. Then why does your majesty wish to have my opinion? asked the Highlander. Lord, I'll want more than your opinion before this is done with, but I may tell you at once that there's troublesome news from Skye. Are the Maklots up again? Aye, they're up and down. They're up in their anger and down on their neighbours. I cannot fathom the intricacies of their disputes, but it may interest you to know that some of your clan are engaged in it. I suspect that Alexander MacLeod of Dunvigan is behind all this, although he may not be an active participant.

"'Ah, that is Alister Crottach,' said the young man, knitting his brows. "'Alister, yes. But what does Crottach mean?' asked the king. "'It means the humpback. Yes, that's the man, and a crafty, plausible old gentleman he is. He got a charter under the great seal.' of all his lands from my father, dated the 15th of June, Fourteen sixty-eighth. This did not satisfy him, and when I came to the throne he asked for a similar charter from me, which I signed on the 13th of February last. Its conditions seemed to be most advantageous to him, for all that was required of him was that he should keep for my use a galley of twenty-six oars, and likewise keep the peace. I am not aware whether the galley has been built or not, but there is certainly very little peace where a MacLeod has a claymore in his hand.

Now, Jamie, the MacLeods are your neighbors in sleet, so tell me what you would do were the king's crown on your head. "'I should withdraw their charter,' said MacDonald. "'That seems but just,' concurred the king. Still, I doubt if our friend the humpback places very much value on the writing of his august sovereign. He knows he holds his lance as he holds his sword, his grip on the one relaxing when he loses his grip on the other. We will suppose, however, the charter withdrawn and the MacLeod laughing defiance at us. What next, MacDonald? Next I would raise an army and march against him, and make him laugh on the other side of his crooked mouth. Hum, said the king. That means traversing the country of the Grahams, who would probably let us by.

Then we next meet the Stuarts, and for my name's sake perhaps they might not molest us. We march out of their country into the land of the McNabs, And the chief is an old friend of mine, so we need fear no disturbance there. After that, we must trust ourselves to the tender mercies of the Campbells, and the outcome would depend on what they could make by attacking us or by leaving us alone. Next, the clan Cameroon confronts us, and are more likely than not to dispute our passage. After them, the MacDonalds, And there, of course, you stand, my friend. When at last we reached the sound of sleet, how many of us would be left, and how are we to get across to Skye with the MacLeods on the mainland to the north of us?

I am thinking, Jamie, there are lions in that path. The lions are imaginary, your majesty. The Grahams, the Stuarts, the McNabs would race not against you. But for you, delighted to be led by their king. The campbells themselves must join you if your force were large enough to do without them. Among the MacDonalds alone I could guarantee you an army. You forget that the Highland man is always anxious for warfare. Leave Stirling with a thousand men, and you will have ten thousand before you are at the shores of Sleet. The king meditated for a few moments, then he looked up at his comrade with that engaging smile of his. "'It may all be as you say, Jamie. Perhaps the highlands would rise with me instead of against me.

But a prudent commander must not ignore the possibility of the reverse. However, apart from all this I am desirous of quelling the military ardour of the highlands, not of augmenting it.' It's easy enough setting the heather on fire in dry weather, but he is a wise prophet who tells where the conflagration ends. I would rather carry a bucket of water than a sword, even though it may be heavier. If your majesty will tell me what you have resolved upon, then I shall very blithely give you my opinion on it. It is always easier to criticise the plans of another than to put forward sensible plans of one's own. You are right in that, Jamie, and the remark shows I have chosen a wise councillor. Very well, then.

I have never seen the renowned island of Skye. They tell me it is even more picturesque than Stirling itself. I propose then to don a disguise, visit Skye, and find out, if I can, what the turbulent islanders want. If I am not able to grant their desire, I can at least deal the better with them for being acquainted. Your Majesty does not propose going alone, cried MacDonald in amazement. Certainly not. I shall be well guarded. Ah, that is a different matter, and exactly what I advised. You advised an army, which I shall not take with me. I shall be well guarded by my good right arm, and by the still more potent right arm, if I may believe his own statement, of my friend, Jamie MacDonald of Sleet.

With bent brows, MacDonald pondered for a few moments, then, looking up, said, Will your majesty trust yourself in the wilderness with a prisoner? There is no question of any prisoner. If you refer to yourself, you have always been at liberty to come and go as pleased you. As for trusting, I trust myself to a good comrade and a highland gentleman. The king rose as he spoke, and extended his hand, which the other grasped with great cordiality. "'You will get yourself out of Stirling to-night,' continued the king, as quietly as possible. And hie you to my castle of Doon, and there wait until I come, which may be in a day or may be in a week. I will tell the court that you have gone to your own home, which will be true enough.

That will keep the gossips from saying we have each made away with the other if we both leave together. You see, Jamie, I must have someone with me who speaks the Gaelic. My advice has been slighted so far. said MacDonald. Yet I must give you another piece of it. We are going into Kittlish country. I advise you to order your fleet into some safe cove on the west coast. It will do the West Highlanders good to see what ships you have, for they think that no one but themselves and Noah could build a boat. When we come up into my own country, we will get a ghillie or two that can be depended on to wait on us. Then, if we are nipped, one or other of these gillies can easily steal a boat and make for the fleet with your orders to the admiral.

"'That is not a bad plan, Jamie,' said the king, "'and we will arrange it as you suggest.' The court wondered greatly at the sudden disappearance of James MacDonald, but none dared to make inquiry, some thinking he had escaped to the north. Others, that a dungeon in Stirling Castle might reveal his whereabouts. The king was as genial as ever, and the wiseacres surmised from his manner that he meditated going off on Tramp again. The fleet was ordered to Loch Torridon, where it could keep a watchful eye on turbulent sky. The king spent three days in setting those affairs of the realm, which demanded immediate attention. left Sir Donald Sinclair in temporary command, and rode off to Doon Castle.

From this stronghold there issued next morning before daylight two well-mounted young men, who struck in a north-westerly direction for the wild highland country. Their adventures were many and various, but MacDonald's Gaelic and knowledge of the locality carried them scathless to the coast, although much of the journey was done on foot. For before half the way was accomplished, the insurmountable difficulty of the passes compelled them to relinquish their horses. As it was unadvisable for them to enter sky in anything like state, the two travelers contented themselves with an ordinary fishing-boat, which spread sail when the winds were fair, and depended on the oars of the crew when the sea was calm.

They were accompanied by two gillies who were intended to be useful on any ordinary occasion, and necessary in case of emergency, for the boat and its crew were to wait in any harbour of sky that was determined upon, and carry news to Loch Toredon if the presence of the fleet was demanded necessary.

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It was a beautiful evening, with the sea as smooth as glass, when the fishing-boat, with sails folded propelled by the stalwart arms of the rowers, entered a land-locked harbour guarded by both headlands. The name given to the place by MacDonald was so unpronounceable in Gaelic that it completely baffled the Saxon tongue of the king. But although His Majesty was not aware of the fact, His own presence was to remedy that difficulty, because the place was ever afterwards known as the haven of the king, Porthry. The scattered village climbed up the steep acclivity, and as the royal party rounded the headland and came in sight of the place, it seemed as if the inhabitants knew a distinguished visitor was about to honour them with his presence, for the whole population cheering and gesticulating was gathered along the shore.

The ghillie, however, informed his master that the demonstration was probably on the occasion of the launch of the handsome ship which they now saw covered with flags, riding placidly on the surface of the bay. She was evidently new, for her sides were fresh from the axe, without stain of either weather or wave. "'It seems the boat is yours.' said MacDonald to the king in English. It is the Twenty-sixth-Ord Galley that Aleister Crottach was bound by his agreement to build for you. My man tells me that it is to be taken tomorrow to Dunvegan Castle, so it is likely to be used by Aleister Crottach himself before your majesty sets foot in it. For if it had been intended only for the king, it would have been left here so that it might be convenient to the mainland.

It has been built by Malcom MacLeod, the leader of all the people in these parts. He thinks himself the most famous boatbuilder in the world. So Alistair has at least fulfilled one part of his agreement, and Doubtless believes this to be the finest craft afloat. It is indeed a beautiful barge. assented the king, admiring the graceful lines of the ship. But what is that long-haired, bare-legged cateran screaming about with his arms going like a windmill? The crowd evidently appreciates his efforts, for they are rapturous in their applause. MacDonald held up his hand, and the oarsman paused, while the boat gently glided towards the shore. In the still air across the water, the impassioned Gaelic words came clearly to the voyagers.

"'He is saying,' translated MacDonald, after a few moments listening, "'that the MacLeods are like the eternal rocks of sky, and their enemies like the waves of the sea. Their enemies dash against them, and they remain unmoved, while the wave is shattered into infinitesimal spray.' So do the MacLeods defy and scorn all who come against them. The king shrugged his shoulders. The man forgets that the sea also is eternal, and that it ultimately wears away the cliff. This appears to be an incitement towards war, then? Oh, not so, replied MacDonald. The man is one of their poets, and he is reciting an epic he has written, doubtless in praise of Malcom's boat-building. "'God save us!' cried the king.

"'Have we then poets in skye?' "'The whole of the Highlands is a land of poetry, your majesty,' affirmed MacDonald, drawing himself up proudly. "'Although the very poor judges of the earth in Stirling may not be aware of the fact.' The king laughed heartily at this. "'I must tell that to Dave Lindsay,' he said. "'But here we have another follower of the muse who has taken the place of the first. Surely nowhere else is the goddess served by votaries so unkempt. What is this one saying?' "'He says that beautiful is the western sky when the sun sinks beneath the wave.' But more beautiful still is the cheek of the Rose of Skye, the daughter of their chieftain. Ah, that is better and more reassuring.

I think either of us, Jemmy, would rather be within sight of the smiles of the Rose of Skye than within reach of the clamors of her kinsmen. By this time the assemblage on shore became aware that visitors were approaching, and the declamation ceased. Malcolm McLeod himself came forward on the landing to greet the new-comers. He was a huge man of about fifty, tall and well proportioned, with an honest but masterful face, all in all a magnificent specimen of the race, destined by nature to be a leader of men. He received his visitors with dignified courtesy. "'I am James MacDonald.' explained that young man by way of introduction. "'Son of the laird of sleet, we heard you had built a boat for the king, and so have come to see it.

This is James Stewart, a friend of mine from the lowlands, and I have brought him with me that he may learn what boat-building really is.' "'You are very welcome,' said MacLeod. And just in time, for they are taking her round the headland to Dunvegan to-morrow morning. Ay, she's a bonny boat, if I do say it myself, for no one knows her and what she'll do better than I. The king should be proud of her, said MacDonald. MacLeod tossed his shaggy head and replied with a sneer. It's little the king knows about boats. He should be playing with a shallop in a tub of water instead of meddling with men's affairs. Aleister Crottach is our king, and if he graciously pleases to tickle the lad in Stirling by saying he owns the boat, Aleister himself will have the using of her.

I would not spike a plank for the king, but I'd build a fleet for Aleister if he wanted it. "'Has your friend the Gaelic? If he has, he may tell the king what I say when he goes back to the lowlands. "'No, he has no Gaelic, Malcolm, but I'll put it into the English, whatever you like to say.' And so he gave to the king a free rendition of MacLeod's remarks, toning them down a little. But James was shrewd enough to suspect from the manner of the Man of Skye that he held his normal monarch in slight esteem. Malcom MacLeod took the strangers to his own house, which was the best in the village. Almost the entire population of the port had been working on the king's boat, and now that it was finished and launched, the place had earned a holiday.

Malcom was delighted to have visitors who could bear witness to the skill of his designing, appreciate the genius of the poets, and listen to the scrape of the piping. The strangers were most hospitably entertained, and entered thoroughly into the spirit of the festivities. The morning after their arrival, they cheered as lustily as the others, when the twenty-six oars of the king's barge struck the water, and the craft moved majestically out of the harbour. They seemed to have come into a land of good-will toward all mankind, High and low vying with each other to make their stay as pleasant as possible. "'Losh, dear me,' said the king to his friend two or three days after their arrival, "'I might well have ignored your advice about the ships, as I did your base counsel about the army.

I need no fleet here to protect me in Skye, where every man is my friend.' "'That is very true,' replied MacDonald. "'But you must not forget that no one has any suspicion who you are. Every one is a friend of James Stewart of the Lowlands, but I hear nobody say a good word for the king. What have they against him? asked the Gidman of Ballengeish, with a frown, for it was not complimentary to hear that in a part of his own dominion he was thought little of. It isn't exactly that they have anything against the king, said MacDonald, perhaps not slow to prick the self-esteem of his comrade. But they consider him merely a boy of small weight in their affairs one way or another. They neither fear him nor respect him.

The real monarch of these regions is the humpback in Dunvegan Castle, and even if they knew you were the king, Your sternest command would have no effect against his slightest wish, unless you had irresistible force at the back of you. Ah, Jamie, you are simply trying to justify the bringing of the fleet round Scotland? Indeed, and I am not. The only use to which you can put your fleet will be to get you away from here in case of trouble. As far as its force is concerned, these islanders would simply take to the hills and defy it. Ah, well, said the king. I'll make them think better of me before I'm done with them. The week's festivities were to end with a grand poetical contest. All the bards of the island were scribbling, at any rate those who could write.

The poets who had not that gift were committing their verses to memory, that they might be prepared to recite them before the judges. Three famous ministrels who were chosen from three districts on the island, thus giving variety and a chance of fairness to their decisions. The king resolved to enter this competition, and he employed MacDonald every evening, translating into the language of Skye the poem which had been considered so good in Stirling. And MacDonald was to recite it for him at the contest. But this Homeric competition was endangered by disquieting news brought to the island by the fishermen. They reported that a powerful fleet had been seen rounding the northern coast of Scotland, and was now making towards the south.

This unexpected intelligence seemed to change instantaneously the attitude of the islanders towards their two guests. Suspicion electrified the air. The news of the sighting of the fleet coming so quickly on the advent of two strangers, who apparently had no particular business on the island, caused them to be looked upon as spies, and for a day or two they were in danger of being treated as such. The king's alertness of mind saved the situation. He had brought with him from Stirling in case of emergencies several sheets of blank parchment, Each bearing the great seal of Scotland. Once more the useful MacDonald was his amanuensis. A proclamation in Gaelic was written, and the signature of James V inscribed thereon.

This document was enclosed with a communication containing directions to the admiral of the fleet, and MacDonald entrusted the packet to one of his gillies, with orders that sail should be set for Loch Toredon. and the message given to the officer in command. Three days later, the ferment on the island was immeasurably increased when the guard on the headland reported that a ship of war was making direct for the harbour. A horseman was dispatched full gallop to Dunnevegan Castle to inform the head of the clan of the mysterious visit of the two men, followed so soon by the approach of a belligerent vessel. But before the messenger was ten miles on his way, the ceremony was over and done with. The big ship sailed majestically through the narrows, cast anchor, and fired a salute.

A well-maned boat was lowered and rowed to the shore. There stepped from the boat an officer in a splendid uniform, followed by a lieutenant and half a dozen men, one of whom carried the flag of Scotland. This company marched to the cross, which stood in the centre of the village, and the crowd sullenly followed, with Malcom MacLeod at their head, not knowing what the action of the naval officer might portend, and in absence of definite orders from their chief, hesitating to oppose this inland march. Many of those on the fleet were Highlanders, and the second in command was one of them, This man mounted the three steps at the foot of the cross, and stood with his back against the upright stone.

His chief handed him a roll of parchment, and the subordinate officer, in a loud voice and an excellent Gaelic, cried, A proclamation from His Most Excellent Majesty, James, the Fifth of Scotland, God save the King! At this the chief officer raised his sword in salute. and his men sent up a cheer, but the aggregation was not seconded by any of the large concourse there gathered together. Undaunted by this frigid reception, the officer unrolled the manuscript, and read its contents in a voice that reached to the furthest outskirts of the crowd. I, James of Scotland, lawful king of this realm, do proclaim to all loyal subjects That the safety and liberty of my land depends on an unconquerable fleet, and that the merit of the fleet consists in stout, well-built ships.

Therefore the man whom I, the King, delight to honour is he whose skill produces the best sea-going craft. So I hereon inscribe the name of Malcol MacLeod, master shipbuilder, a man who has designed and constructed a boat of which all Scotland has reason to be proud. The King's Barge of Twenty-Six Oars, planned by Malcom MacLeod and built for him by the people of Skye, will be used as a model for all ship-builders in the Scottish Navy. The reader now looked up from his parchment and gazed over the assemblage. Is Malcom MacLeod here? he asked. Let him step forward. The giant, somewhat dazed, walking like a man in a dream, approached the foot of the cross. The officer rolled the proclamation and presented it to the shipbuilder, saying, From the hand of the king to the hand of Malcolm MacLeod.

Malcolm accepted it, muttering half with a smile, half with a frown. Eh, good, the king knows a good boat when he gets it. Then the officer uplifted his sword and cried, God save the king! And now the hills around re-echoed with a cheering. The little company without another word retracted their steps to the small boat, and made for the ship which was now facing outward. Anchor hoisted, and sails spread once more, so the watching Highlanders had a view of a large vessel superbly managed, as the west wind which brought her into the harbour took her safely out again. The royal young man had a striking lesson on the fickleness of the populace. Heretofore, as MacDonald had truly said, no one had a good word to say for the king.

Now it was evident that James V of Scotland was the greatest and wisest monarch that ever sat on a throne. Malcom MacLeod had been always so proud of his skill that this proclamation could hardly augment his self-esteem. But it suddenly changed his views regarding his august overlord. In conversation, ever after it became, I am the king, and he was almost willing to admit that James was very nearly as great a man as Alexander MacLeod of Dunvegan. The enthusiasm was so great that several bards composed special poems in honor of the king of Scotland. And next day the effusions were to be heard at the cross and the prizes awarded. The first thing done, however, after the departure of the ship, was to send another mounted messenger to Dunvegan Castle, so that the Lord of the island might learn that no invasion was to be feared from the fleet.

The parchment proclamation was sent on to the chief, ostensibly in explanation of the ship's visit. but probably because Malcom was not loth to let the head of the clan know what the head of the country thought of his workmanship. It was early next morning that the reading and reciting of the poems began, and so lengthy were these effusions that it was well past noon before the last had been heard. To the chagrin of James he found himself fifteenth on the list when the honours were awarded. MacDonald endeavouring to keep a straight face, told the king of the judge's decision, adding, "'It will be as well not to let Davy Lynne say no of this.' "'Oh, you may tell whom you please,' cried the king.

"'I was sure you would bungle it in the Gaelic.' The king was pacing up and down the room, in no very good humour, so the young Highlander thought it best not to reply. He was saved, however, from the embarrassment of silence by the entrance of Malcom MacLeod. "'You are in great good fortune,' said Malcom. "'The messengers have returned with a score of horsemen at their backs, and Dunvegan himself invites you to the castle.' MacDonald seemed in a way jubilant over what his host considered the outmost honour that could be bestowed upon two strangers. "'What does he say?' demanded the king. "'He says that MacLeod of Dunvegan has invited us to his castle.' "'Well, we will go, then. I suppose we can get horses here, or shall we journey round by boat?' "'I understand,' replied MacDonald, "'that the chief has sent horses for us, and furthermore an escort of a score of men, so I am thinking we have very little choice about the matter.' "'Very well,' returned the king with a shrug of indifference.

"'Let us be off and see our new host.' I wonder if he will be as easily flattered as the one we are leaving. I doubt it," said MacDonald seriously.

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A Prince of Goodfellows by Robert Barr. Chapter Nine. Part One.

The two young men mounted the small shaggy horses that had been provided for them by the forethought of their future host, MacLeod of Dunvegan. Apparently, the king had forgotten all about his crushing defeat in the poetical contest of the day before, for he was blithe and gay, the most cheerful of those assembled, adventuring now and then scraps of Gaelic that he had picked up. and his pronunciation contributed much to the hilarity of the occasion. MacDonald, on the other hand, was gloomy and taciturn, as if already some premonition of the fate that awaited him at Dunvegan cast its shadow before. The news of the great condescension of the laird in inviting two strangers to his castle had spread through all the land.

And early as was the hour, the whole population of the district had gathered to wish the travelers a cordial farewell. The escort, as the king called a score of men who were to act as convoy from one port to the other, or the guard, as MacDonald termed them, sat on their horses in silence, awaiting the word of command to set forth. At last this word was given, and the procession began its march amidst the cheers of the people and skirling of the pipes. The distance was little more than seven leagues over a wild, uninviting country. MacDonald sat his horse dejected and silent, for the prospect confronting him was far from alluring. The king was incognito, he was not. And he had begun to doubt the wisdom of having given his actual designation to the people of Skye, for the relations between this island and the mainland were at that time far from being of the most cordial description.

Dunvegan Castle was a grim stronghold, in which the MacLeods sat so secure that all the efforts of all the MacDonalds, even if they were for once united, could not dislodge them. It was one of the most remote inhabited places in all Scotland, its next neighbour to the west being that new land of America discovered not yet fifty years. For the son of one highland chieftain to come so completely into the power of another, his own people knowing practically nothing of his whereabouts, was a situation that did not commend itself to the young man. Aleister Crottach was celebrated more for craft than for violence. He had extended and consolidated his possessions with the skill of a diplomatist rather than by the arms of his soldiers, and MacDonald thought it quite likely that a slice of sleet might be the ransom for his release.

If through any incautious remark of his comrade the Crottach became aware that he held not only MacDonald of sleet, But also the King of Scotland, the fates only knew what might happen. The King, however, appeared to have no forebodings, but trotted along with great complacency, commenting now and then on the bareness of the landscape. The party had accomplished little more than half the distance, when, as they fronted a slight elevation, there came to them over the hills wild pipe music, Louder than anything of that kind the king had ever heard. "'The MacLeod is evidently about to welcome us in state,' said His Majesty to MacDonald. "'He must have the very monarch of pipers in his train.' "'The Macrymon,' admitted MacDonald, "'are acknowledged to be the best pipers in all the highlands, "'and they are hereditary musicians to the MacLeod.' The sounds we hear indicate that a number of pipers are playing in unison.

On reaching the brow of the hill, they found this was indeed the case. There were from thirty to fifty pipers, but they evidently bore no greeting to the travelers, for the musical party was marching in the same direction as themselves, playing vigorously as they swung along. At the instance of the king, MacDonald made inquiry regarding this extraordinary spectacle. The taciturn commander of the guard answered briefly that it was the College of Pipers. The students were marching back to Bockreg, on the other side of Loch Follart, where instruction in piping was bestowed by the Macrymon. This excursion over the hills, giving them training in piping, and in tramping at the same time. The musical regiment took its way straight across the moors, and so very soon was lost sight of by the two travelers, who kept to a track which was more or less of a road.

In due time the cavalcade reached Dunvegan Castle, and even a man accustomed to so stout a fortress as that of Stirling could not but be struck by the size, the strength and the situation of this frowning stronghold, Yet extensive as it was, its proprietor evidently found it inadequate for his ambitions, as he was now building a massive tower which added a further dignity to the structure. The king and his companion were received at the front entrance by an old man, whom each at once knew could not be their host, for his back had originally been straight enough, though now slightly stooped through age. He led them within, and up a stair, direct to the apartments reserved for them. Their age conductor spoke no English, so the burden of conversation fell on MacDonald.

As soon as the latter perceived that he and his friend were to be separated, the king lodged at one end of the castle, and himself at the other. He protested against this arrangement, demanding two adjoining rooms. The old man replied that he was following instructions given. And if the rooms assigned were not satisfactory, his master would doubtless change them on the morrow. "'But, my good man,' expostulated MacDonald, "'we expect to be leaving the castle to-morrow.' "'In that case,' replied their Cicero, with a scarcely perceptible shrug of the shoulders, "'it makes but little difference for one night.' The king, inquiring into the purport of the discussion, quite agreed with the elderly guide, that the matter was of small moment.

If our genial innkeeper intends to murder us, he said, we shall be quite as helpless together as separate, for he has irresistible force at his command. If we are in a trap, there is little use in snarling at the bars. By all accounts, Dunvegan is a shrewd man, and I can see no object which he can attain by doing harm to either of us. If he had a son who was next heir to the position I hold, I confess I might sleep uneasily to-night. But as he must know that the King's fleet is hovering about his coast, and that his castle would make a most excellent target for it, as he cannot transport his house to the hills should the ship sail up the loch, I don't see what he can gain by maltreating two men.

whom he must suspect of having some connection with the advent of the fleet. Oh, I have not thought, replied MacDonald, that the Eagle of Dunvegan would fly so high as you suggest. But there are lowly reperches on which he may like to fix his talons. He has long cast Covetius' eyes across the sound of sleet to the mainland, and whatever he knows or suspects, he is sure of one thing— which is that he has the son of the laird of Sleet safely landed in his own house. "'How distrustful you highlanders are of each other!' cried the young monarch, laughing. "'Bless me, Jamie! No bargain made in Durance will hold. "'Then you must remember you have me behind you, and I have all the power in Scotland behind me.' That is very true, but the power of nothing is behind either of us if we cannot get word to the outside world.

Last night on learning we were invited to this place I searched for my gillies, but without success. My boat and its crew have been taken elsewhere, so you see there is at least a design to cut our communications. I'm thinking we'll see more Loch Follart from this window for a while than of the field of Banopburn from Stirling Towers. I quite agree with you, Jamie, that we are fairly nabbed. But the old gentleman who has us in thrall can make nothing by ill-using us. Sooner or later he must divulge his plan, whatever it is, before he can benefit from it. And when he does that, it will be time enough to consider what course we are to pursue. Then, turning suddenly towards their guide, who had been standing motionless during this conversation, the king said sharply in English, "'Is your master at home?' The old man made no reply, but looked at MacDonald as if for translation.

The latter repeated the question in Gaelic, and received an affirmative answer. He says the lad is at home. He has no English. I wasn't just sure of that, so I tested it by an abrupt question, thus locking the door after the horse was stolen, for we have spoken rather plainly before him, and so have proved ourselves in the beginning very poor conspirators. However, I care little what the next move is, so long as it brings us something to eat. Clear your gloomy brow, Jamie, and tell them in the most culinary Gaelic that this is not a fast day with us, and the ride across the moors has increased our appetites. MacDonald followed his custodian down the long corridor, and the king entered the apartment assigned to him.

After sufficient time had elapsed to allow the travelers to remove the traces of travel from their persons, they were summoned to a small room, where they found a most welcome and substantial meal set out for them. A generous flagon of wine stood by each trencher. It was the first the king had had an opportunity of tasting since he left his capital, and he seized upon the measure with some eagerness. "'Here's to the MacLeod,' he cried. "'I drink to the king, and good luck to him,' said MacDonald. "'I drink to anything so long as the wine is sound.' rejoined his majesty, enjoying a deep draught. "'Egoo, Jamie,' he cried, setting the flagon down again. "'That's better, Clarre, than we have in Stirling.' "'There is no reason why it shouldn't be excellent,' replied MacDonald, "'for the Laird's own ships bring it direct from the coast of France to the coast of Skye, and there's little chance of adulteration between the two.' When the repast was finished, the aged man who had received them at the door entered, and announced that MacLeod of MacLeod was ready to greet them in his study.

They followed him, and were ushered into an oblong room, somewhat larger than the one they had left. The king was astonished to find the walls lined with numerous volumes, some of the tombs massive in heavy binding. As books were not over-plentiful even in the realms of civilisation, he had not expected to find them in a corner of the world so remote. Alistair the Hunchback sat by the side of a huge oaken table, and he did not rise from his chair when his visitors were presented to him, either because he wished the better to conceal the deformity which gave him his nickname, Or because he did not consider his guests of such importance as to deserve a more courteous reception. He addressed them in excellent English, and the king constituted himself spokesman for the occasion, MacDonald standing by taciturn in spite of the excellence of the wine, which, indeed, he had consumed somewhat sparingly.

"'I understand,' began MacLeod. "'That you have honoured my poor rugged island of Skye with your presence for some days.' "'The honour, sir, has been ours,' replied the king with an inclination of his head. "'I was visiting my friend MacDonald in Sleet, and heard of the king's barge, so he came over to see it. "'This is your friend MacDonald of Sleet, then?' Yes, may I have the pleasure of presenting Mr. James MacDonald to the MacLeod? The two Highlanders, one sitting, one standing, bowed somewhat distantly to each other, as the King, with a flourish of his hand, made the introduction. Perhaps, continued MacLeod suavely, your friend from Sleet will do a like obligement for yourself. "'I shall not put him to that trouble,' said the king airily.

"'I am of such small account that it would be pity to put upon a highland chieftain the task of pronouncing my name. I am called the Gidman of Ballengeich. Very much at your service, sir.' "'Gidman meaning farmer, of course,' asked Dunvegan. "'Meaning small farmer,' said the king, with a graceful inclination of the head. The tones of the MacLeod had not been too cordial from the first, but they became less so at this confession of low quality on the part of his visitor. You will forgive my ignorance, but where is Ballengeich? It is a little steady near Stirling, but of more value than its size would indicate, for I am fortunate in possessing the custom of the court. You cater for the castle, then?

asked MacLeod frigidly. Yes, in various ways. MacLeod turned from his loquacious guest, as if he desired to hold no further converse with him, and thus, however crafty he might be, he convinced the king that the castle had no suspicion whom it held. MacLeod said abruptly to his other visitor, fastening his piercing eyes upon him, "'I heard you were a prisoner at Stirling. Pr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r- The red colour mounting to the roots of his hair, but before he could speak further his garrulous companion struck in. "'What an absurd rumour! MacDonald a prisoner! I assure you he was no more a prisoner at Stirling Castle than he is at this moment in Dunvegan Castle.' "'Ah!' said MacLeod, turning again to the farmer, his eyes partially closing.

examining the other with more severe scrutiny than had previously been the case. He was at liberty to come and go as he pleased, then. As free as air, sir. Otherwise how could he have visited my slight holding, and thus become acquainted with me? I thought perhaps he had met you in the courtyard of Stirling with a sack of corn on your shoulder. The king laughed heartily at this. "'I said, a small farmer, certainly, but I'm not quite so unimportant as you seem to imply. I have a better horse to carry my corn than the one that to-day carried me to Dunvegan.' The lad ignored this disparagement of his cattle. "'You came to Skye, then, to see the king's boat, of which you had heard favourable report.

The news of her seems to have travelled very quickly.' Indeed, and that's true, said the king complacently. Information spreads rapidly in the highlands. It seems to spread to the lowlands as well. You heard the king's proclamation, perhaps? Yes, we heard the pronouncement. It's possible you came from the fleet? No, we came over land. Had you heard of the fame of Malcom's boat before you left Stirling?

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I did not say we left Stirling. As a matter of fact, we left the small village of Doone some miles to the north of it, and at that time had heard nothing either of Malcolm or his boat. Hum, ejaculated the laird, rummaging among his papers on the table. The king, glancing in the direction of MacLeod's hand, saw spread out the charter which he himself had signed, giving MacLeod tenure of his land. And beside it, as if this island magnate had been comparing the signatures, was the recent draft of the proclamation commending Malcom MacLeod's boat. This document Dunvegan passed to the Gidman of Ballengeich. "'You know the King's writing, perhaps. Will you tell me whether this is as I suspect a forgery?' James wrinkled his brows and examined the signature with minute care.

"'I have seen the writing of His Majesty,' he said at last. "'But MacDonald here knows it better than I. What do you think of it, Jamie?' he continued, passing on the parchment to his friend. "'Is this the real MacKay, or is it not?' "'It is,' said MacDonald shortly and definitely. "'You say that is the actual signature of the king?' inquired MacLeod. "'I could swear it is as genuine as the one on your charter.' replied MacDonald. "'Well, now,' said MacLeod, leaning back in his chair, "'will you resolve a mystery for me? How is it likely that James Fifth ever heard of Malcom MacLeod's boat? And if he did, do you consider it probable that an August monarch would complement a Highland Catarant's skill with the axe?' "'James is a doose body,' said the king.

and knows more of what is going on in his realm than folk who think themselves wiser might imagine. You hint, then, said MacLeod, drawing down his black brows, that his majesty may have spice in sky. Truth to tell, laird of Danvigan. It is more than likely, admitted the king with an air of great candour. The frown on MacLeod's countenance deepened, and he said harshly. "'You two gentlemen probably know the fate of spies when they are captured. Their fate is a short thrift and a long rope, and quite properly so,' rejoined the king promptly. "'I am glad that you are so well informed and need no instruction from me,' commented the crottach, with menace in his tone. Suddenly the king's manner changed, and the air of authority which was natural to him asserted itself.

"'Macleod of Skye,' he cried, "'this discussion and beating about the bush is interesting, but nothing at all to the purpose. You are hinting that we two are spies, and I tell you there are no spies, and can be no spies on this island.' "'I have only your word to set against my own doubts,' said the macleod. "'My word and your doubts are both aside from the purpose. Your mind has become confused.' Unless you are at war with James of Scotland, there can be spies neither in the domain you hold under his hand, nor in the kingdom over which he rules. Are you a rebel against your King, MacLeod of Skye? That I am not, answered Alister hastily and with evident discomposure. Very well, then. You see the absurdity of an argument on espionage.

Macdonald and I have as much right on the island of Skye as you have, because it is part of the kingdom of Scotland, and we are loyal if humble subjects of his majesty. You are not come here then to report on the condition of Skye? We came here of our own free will, the messengers of no man, and we are to report to no man. If the king should ask me any question regarding my visit to Skye, I would answer him that I had met with the utmost courtesy except from its chief. I would say that MacLeod of MacLeod was so ignorant regarding the usages of good society that he received us sitting down and never asked us to be seated, an error in politeness which I was myself forced to amend. MacDonald, plant yourself on that chair beside you.

I will take this one. MacDonald promptly obeyed the command, and the king seated himself, throwing one leg over the other, and leaning back in comfort. "'Now, my lord of Skye,' he said, "'have you any further questions to ask, or any additional hints to bestow upon your guests, at present in your sullen presence upon your own invitation?' The chieftain regarded the king in silence for a few moments, then said without change of countenance, By God, you may be a small farmer, but you are a brave man. You are the first who has questioned the authority of the MacLeod on his own ground. So, the case being without precedent, one has to be made, and that will require some thought. We will postpone the question until later.

I trust you will both honour me with your presence at dinner this evening, but if you prefer it, you may sup alone in your own apartments. "'We are sociable travellers,' said the king, rising, for the lad's words had in them an inflection of dismissal. "'And we will have great pleasure in accepting seats at your table.' Then, with a bow to the man who still remained in his chair, the king and his comrade withdrew. They consulted together for a time in the room of the former, but reached no definite decision. MacDonald urged that they should come to an understanding with their host at once, and learn whether they were prisoners or free men. But the king held that Alistair should have the time for thinking over the situation which had been practically agreed on.

"'There is no hurry,' he said. "'Each of us is younger than Alistair, and so there is time to bide.' On being summoned to the great dining-hall that night, They found a company awaiting dinner numbering perhaps a score, all men. A piper was marching up and down the room, making the timbers ring with his martial music. The McLeod stood at the head of his table, a stalwart man whose massive head seemed sunk rather deep between his broad shoulders, but otherwise, perhaps because his costume was cunningly arranged, There was slight indication of the deformity with which he was afflicted. He greeted his guests with no great show of affability, and indicated the bench at his right hand as the seat of MacDonald.

The young Highlander hesitated to take the place of preference, and glanced uneasily at his comrade. "'I am slightly deaf in my right ear,' said the king, good-naturedly. And as I should be grieved to miss any observations you may make, I will with your permission occupy the place you would bestow upon my friend. MacLeod looked sternly at the speaker for a moment, but seeing that MacDonald without protest moved speedily round to the left, he said at last, "'Settle it as pleases you, but I should have thought a Highland chieftain took precedence over a lowland huckster.' Not a huckster, exactly. exclaimed the king with a smile. My patrimony of Ballengeich may be small, but such as it is, I am the undisputed laird of it, while at best MacDonald is but the son of a laird.

So, because of my deaf ear and according to your own rules of residence, I think I may claim the place of honour at your right. And as the MacLeod with an angry growl sat down, the king and MacDonald followed his example. The others took their places in some haste, and with more or less of disorder. It was plain that MacLeod preferred the silent Highlander to the more loquacious farmer of Ballengeich, for during the meal he addressed most of his remarks to the man on his left, although his advances were not as cordially received as perhaps they might have been. The king showed no resentment at this neglect, But concentrated his attention on the business at hand. When the eating was done with, the servants placed three large flagons before their master, and the two who sat on either side of him.

These they filled to the brim with wine. "'Gentlemen,' said MacLeod, "'it is a custom—' in this castle, that our guests to show they are good men and true, each empty one of these flagons at a draught, and without drawing breadth. Will you then accompany me to any toast you may care to name? The wine I have already consumed at your hospitable board, said the king, is the best that ever ran down a thirsty man's throat, but if I supplement it with so generous and instant an addition, I fear my legs will refuse their service, even if my head retain sense enough to give the command. "'That need not trouble you,' said MacLeod, for in the last hundred years no man has insulted this vintage by leaving the hall on his own feet.

There stand your legs against the wall, Gidman of Ballengeich.' The king, glancing over his shoulder, saw standing against the wall a row of brawny gillies. Each two of whom supported a stretcher, whose use was at once apparent. "'Very well,' cried the king to his host. "'Give you a suitable toast, MacLeod, and I will enter with you the rosy realms of the red wine.' MacLeod then stood up. "'I give you,' he said, "'the king of Scotland. May he be blessed with more wisdom than were some of his ancestors.' This he repeated in Gaelic, and the sentiment was received uproariously, for the wine was already making itself felt in the great hall. If MacLeod had any design in offering this toast, it did not appear on the surface, and if he expected a hesitancy on the part of his guests to do honour to it, he was disappointed, for each young man rose with the rest.

"'Here's to the king,' cried the one on his right. "'And may he imbibe wisdom as I imbibe wine.' Then, raising the flagon to his lips, he drained it dry, and set it with a crash on the table again. MacLeod and MacDonald drank more slowly, but they ultimately achieved the same end. Then all seated themselves once more, and the drinking continued without the useless intervention of further talk. One by one the revellers sank under the table, Unnoticed by their noisy comrades, to be quickly pounced upon by the watchful stretcher-bearers, who, with a deftness evidently the result of much practice, placed the helpless individual on the carrier and marched off with him. This continuous disappearance of the fallen rapidly thinned the ranks of the combatants, struggling with the giant Bacchus.

The king had been reluctant to enter this contest, fearing the red wine would loosen his tongue. But as the evening wore on, he found all his resolution concentrated in a determination to walk to his bed. MacDonald proved no protection. Early in the boat, his unaccustomed head descended gently upon the table, and he was promptly carried off to rest. At last, MacLeod and the king sat alone in the hall, That looked larger now as it was so nearly empty. And James, as a test of what sense remained to him, set himself to count the torches burning more and more dimly in the haze of their own smoke. But he gave up the attempt when he saw that they had increased by hundreds and thousands, and were engaged in a wild pyrotechnic dance to the rhythm of the last march that had been played on the pipes.

He swayed over towards his host and smote him uncertainly on the shoulder. "'Macleod,' he cried, "'I challenge you to stand, and I'll wager you I can walk further down the corridor with fewer collisions against either wall than any man in sky.' With difficulty the king rose to his feet, and as he did so, the stool on which he sat, Because of a lurch against it fell clattering to the floor. "'The very benches are drunk, MacLeod, and the table sways like a ship at sea. That stool is as insecure as a throne. Rise up if you can and see if yours is any better.' But MacLeod sat helpless, glaring at him from under his shaggy eyebrows. Seeing him stationary, the king laughed so heartily. that he nearly unbalanced himself, and was forced to cling for support to the edge of the table.

Then, straightening himself to excessive rigidity, he muttered, "'Good-night, MacLeod. Sit there and see the rule of your house broken by your—' If the next word were monarch or king, it was never uttered, or as James made his uncertain way towards the door, The expert gillies who knew their business came up behind him, swooped the stretcher against his unreliant legs, and they, failing instantly, he fell backward on the stoutly woven web between the two poles. There was a guttural laugh from a cloud, and the prone man, helplessly waving his hands, shouted, "'Unfair by St. Andrew, unfair!' Curse the foe who attacks a man from the rear.

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The King Sails. The young men awoke somewhat late next day, with heads reasonably clear, a very practical testimonial to the soundness of their previous night's vintage. "'What's to be done?' asked the king. MacDonald proposed that they should repair instantly to MacLeod, and demand of him conveyance and safe conduct to the mainland. "'We can scarcely do that,' demurred the king. Until we are sure that detention is intended. Let us put the matter at once to a practical test, and see if we are prevented from leaving the castle. If we are, then is the time for protest. Acting on his suggestion, the two went outside and took the road by which they had come. They found an agile young ghillie at their heels before they were out of sight of Dunvegan.

Why are you following us? asked MacDonald in Gaelic. I was told to wait on your lordships, returned the man. We need no waiting on. Turn back. But the ghillie shook his shaggy, uncovered head, and patiently trod in their footsteps. Let us see how far you will follow, said the king as he strode on. The ghillie accompanied them for half an hour or more without making any protest. But at last he said to MacDonald that he thought it was time to return. "'We are going through to the coast we came from,' replied MacDonald, "'and do not intend to return.' At this, Sir Gilly drew from his belt a short black tube that looked like a practicing chanter, which indeed it was, and on this he blew a few shrill notes.

Up to that moment the way had been clear, but now there appeared over the hill in front of them a dozen armed men, who approached carelessly as if they had merely happened to be in the neighborhood, or were journeying together toward the castle. "'I think it is time to go back,' suggested the ghillie in a dull, uninterested voice. "'I think it myself,' replied MacDonald. And so their futile excursion came to an end. Once more in the castle they were confronted again by the question, "'What next?' I'm certain," said the king, that if MacLeod is attempting to hold us, there is little use in making appeal to him, and we have small chance of getting word to the fleet. I propose then to queers him.

He was alone in his study yesterday, and he may be alone there now. A sword's point at a man's throat is an irresistible argument. But will he keep his word if he gives it under distress? objected MacDonald. I think he will, but it is better not to put too strong a temptation on him. If we come on him alone, we will make him sign a pass for us. Then we will gag and tie him securely, convey him when the way is clear to this room, where he will be less likely to be looked for. We will then give him the consolation that if his past proves useless, we will return and finish the business by sending him into a less troublesome world. This advice was not sooner promulgated than it was acted upon. The pair traversed the corridors unseen until they came to the door of the study.

Then, slipping out their swords, they entered quickly unannounced. The sight which confronted them was so unexpected that each stood there with drawn sword in hand as if stricken into stone. MacLeod was not in the room, but in his stead beside the wall of books, her hand upraised, taking down a small vellum-covered volume, was the most beautiful young girl of perhaps nineteen or twenty that either of them had ever looked upon. She seemed surprised at their abrupt entrance, and remained statuesquely in her position, as motionless as they. The young woman was the first of the three to recover her composure. Relinquishing the book to the shelf, the hand came down to her side, and she said in most charming liquid tones, but in broken English, "'You are looking for my father, perhaps?' The King Evergallant swept his hat from his head, and bowed low, his alertness of mind saving the situation, for he answered quickly.

"'Indeed no, my lady. We thought the room was empty. So I implore you to pardon our intrusion. We were here yesterday, and my friend and I have just had a dispute regarding the size of these gigantic tombs on the lower shelf, my friend insisting that they exceeded our sword-blades in length. Pardon me, madam.' And the king stepped briskly to the largest book, laying his sword down its back as if in measurement. "'There, Jamie,' he cried. "'I have won the wager. I knew it was not more than three quarters the length of my blade.' The glance of fear to which the young woman had treated them departed from her face, and she smiled slightly at the young man's eagerness. "'I gather from your remark,' he said, "'that you are Miss MacLeod of Dunvegan.' May I introduce my friend, James MacDonald of Sleet.

My own is James Stewart, and for a time we are your father's guests at Dunvegan. The young lady with inimitable grace bowed her queenly head to each of them in turn. The men slipped their swords quietly back into their scabbards. "'I give you good welcome to Dunvegan,' said the girl. "'I regret that I do not speak fairly English.' Indeed, my lady, rejoined the susceptible king. It is the most charming English I ever heard. The fair stranger laughed in low and most melodious cadence, like a distant cathedral's chime falling on the evening air. I am thinking you will be flattering me, she said, but I know my English is not good, for there are few in these parts that I can speak to in it. "'I shall be delighted to be your teacher,' replied the king with his most courteous intonation.

He knew from experience that any offer of tutorship from him had always proved exceedingly acceptable to the more dainty sex, and this knowledge gave him unbounded confidence while it augmented his natural self-esteem. "'It is perhaps that you already speak the Gaelic,' suggested the young woman. "'Alas, no, madam!' But I should be overjoyed to learn, and there, it may be, you will accept me in the part of pupil. You will find me a devoted and most obedient scholar. I am in a way what you might call a poet, and I am told on every hand that Gaelic is the proper medium for that art. A puzzled expression troubled the face of the girl as she endeavored to follow the communication addressed to her.

But MacDonald sprang somewhat eagerly to the rescue, and delivered a long harangue in her native language. Her delight was instant, the cloud on her brow disappearing as if by magic under the genial influence of the accustomed converse. The king's physiognomy also underwent a change, but the transformation was not so pleasing as that which had illumined the countenance of the girl. His Majesty distinctly scowled at the intrepid subject who had so impetuously intervened, but the pair paid slight attention to him, conversing amiably together, much to their mutual pleasure. Now it is nowhere considered polite to use a language not understood by some one person in the party. This fact MacDonald knew perfectly well, and he doubtless would have acted differently if he had taken the time to think.

But he had become so engrossed by the beauty of the lady, that for the moment every other consideration seemed to have fled from his mind. Miss MacLeod is to be excused, because she probably supposed a steward to be more or less acquainted with the language, in spite of his former disclaimer, which, it is not likely, she fully comprehended. So she talked fluently, and laughed lightly. While one of her auditors was consumed by an anger he dared not show. The tension of the situation was changed rather than relieved by the silent opening of the door, and the pause of MacLeod himself on the threshold, gazing dubiously at the group before him. The animation of the girl fell from her the moment she beheld her father, and the young men turning were confronted by the gloomy features of the chieftain.

The macleod closed the door softly, and without a word walked to his chair beside the table. The girl, bowing slightly with visible restraint, quitted the room, and as she did so MacDonald's alertness again proved his friend, for he tiptoed quickly to the door before the king, accustomed to be waited upon rather than waiting, recollected himself and held it open for the lady, making a gallant sweep with his bonnet as she passed out. When the subtle young man returned to his place beside the king, he said in a whisper, "'No swords point play with the father of such a beauty, eh?' To this remark his majesty made no reply, but said rather gruffly and abruptly to his host, "'Do you hold us prisoners in this castle, sir?' "'That will depend on the answers I get from you,' replied the MacLeod slowly.

Are you two or either of you emissars of the king? We are not. Does the king know you are here? Regarding the king, his knowledge or his doings, you had better address your inquiries to him personally. We have no authority to speak for his majesty. You are merely two private gentlemen, then? Come all this distance to satisfy a love of travel and a taste for scenery? You have stated the case with great accuracy, sir. Yesterday you spoke of my lack of manners in failing to ask you to be seated. I shall now refer to a breach of politeness on your own part. It is customary when strangers visit a province under an acknowledged ruler, that they should make a formal call upon the ruler before betaking themselves to other portions of his territory.

You remained for several days in Skye without taking the trouble to inform me of your arrival. Sir, replied James haughtily, I dispute your contention entirely. You are not the ruler of Skye. Who is then? The King of Scotland, of course. The MacLeod laughed in a fashion that somewhat resembled the snarl of an angry dog. Of course, as you say. No one disputes that James is king of all Scotland, and I would be the last to question his right, because I hold my lands under charter, bearing his signature, carrying the great seal of the kingdom. Nevertheless, the MacLeods held sky long before the present royal family of Scotland were heard of, and I would have been MacLeod of MacLeod, although James had never put his hand to this parchment.

Meanwhile, I take the risk of detaining you until I learn more about you, and if the king makes objection, I shall apologize. You will apologize," said James Sternly. Oh, it's easily done, and fair words smooth many a difficulty. I shall write to him if he complain that I asked especially if you were his men, that you denied it, and so both for his safety in my own. I considered it well to discover whether or not you were enemies of the realm. If the father of MacDonald is offended, I shall be pleased to meet him either on sea or land, in anger or in friendship. And as for you, who talk so glibly of the king, I would warn you that many things happen in Skye that the king knows nothing of, besides the making of strong drink.

The king made him a courtier like Baal. for his long speech, and answered lightly, "'The cock crows blithely on his own midden. Your midden is here, while mine is far away. Therefore the contest in crowing is somewhat uneven. Nevertheless I indulge in a final flapping of my wings, and an effort of the throat when I say that you will apologise not by writing at your ease in Dunvegan Castle, but on your bended knees at Stirling.' "'That's as may be,' said MacLeod indifferently, and it was quite obvious that he remained unmoved by the threat. "'Gentlemen, I have the honour to wish you good-morning. One moment, are we then to consider ourselves prisoners?' "'You may consider yourselves whatever best pleases you.

If you make another attempt like the one you indulged in this morning, I shall clap you both in the deepest dungeons I possess.' Some would even go so far as to call that imprisonment, but if each gives me his word of honour that he will make no attempt at escape, and also that he will not communicate with Stirling, then you are as free of my house and my grounds as if you were the most welcome of guests. But I warn you that if, when you pass your words, you attempt to tamper with any of my men, I shall know of it very soon after. And then comes the dungeon. The king hesitated and looked at his friend, but MacDonald, who had taken no part in this conversation, seemed in an absent dream, his eyes gazing on vacancy, or perhaps beholding a vision that entranced him.

"'What do you say, MacDonald?' inquired the king sharply. MacDonald recovered himself with a start. "'To what?' he asked. "'To the terms proposed by our jailer?' I did not hear them. What are they? Will you give your word not to escape? Oh, willingly. And not to communicate with Stirling? I don't care if I never see Stirling again. The king turned to the chief. There is little difficulty, you see, he said, with your fellow Highlander. I, however, am supposed to be a lowlander, and therefore cautious. I give you my word not to communicate with Stirling. As for the other proviso, I amend it as follows. I shall not leave this island without your knowledge and your company. If that is satisfactory, I pledge my faith.

Perfectly satisfactory, answered the MacLeod, and with that the two young men took their departure.

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A Prince of Goodfellows by Robert Barr. Chapter 10. Part 2. Once more in the king's room, from which earlier in the day they had set out so confidently, MacDonald flung himself upon a bench, but the king paced up and down the apartment. The former thought the latter was ruminating on the conditions that had been wrung from him, but the first words of the king proved his mistake. "'Jamy, you hardly gave me fair play, you and your Gaelic, with that dainty offspring of so grim a sire.' Master of Ballengeich, replied the Highlander. A man plays for his own hand. You should have learnt the Gaelic long ago. The king stopped abruptly in his walk. Why do you call me by that name? Merely to show that in this ploy the royal prerogative is not brought into play.

It is already settled that when I meet the king I am defeated. It remains to be seen what luck Plainyams MacDonald has in a contest with Plainyams Stewart. Oh, it's to be a contest, then? Not unless you wish it so. I am content to exchange all the fair damsels of Stirling for this one Highland lassie. You'll exchange? cried the king. I make bold to say she is not yours to exchange. I intend to make her mine. "'Ah, we'll see about that, Jamie.' "'We will, Ballengeich,' said MacDonald with confident precision. And so the contest began. "'The girl who saw few in her father's castle to be compared with those whom she supposed to be mere visitors at Dunvegan was at first equally charming to each. A younger sister was her almost constant companion, which was very well at first But latterly became irksome to both the suitors.

Occasionally, however, one James saw the other, saw her alone, and made the most of the opportunity presented, but the king soon found himself tremendously handicapped in the matter of language. The young lady possessed a keen sense of humour, and this with the ever-present knowledge that her English was not that of the schools, made her loth to adventure in their tongue before one accustomed to its polished use. This same sense of humour was equally embarrassing when the king madly plunged into the intricacies and ambushes of the Gaelic. His majesty was brave enough for anything, and did not hesitate, as a forlorn hope, to call his scant knowledge of the Gaelic to his aid. But even he could see that the result was invariably unhappy.

For although the girl made every endeavor to retain her composure, there were times when some unfortunate phrase made her slight friend quiver with suppressed merriment. And no one knew better than the baffled king, that laughter banishes sentiment. The serious Highlander, not less manly and handsome than his competitor, was gifted with an immeasurable advantage in his familiarity with every phrase and inflection of his native vernacular. In his despair, the king struck up a close friendship with Donald, the second son of the MacLeod, the elder son being absent on some foray or expedition, and his majesty made a frantic effort to learn the only speech with which his new comrade was equipped. But this race against time gave MacDonald long and uninterrupted conferences with his inamorata, and the king saw too late the futility of his endeavour.

It might have been wiser if he had taken his lessons from the girl herself instead of from her brother, but His Majesty was more proficient in teaching than in learning from the fair sex. He had come to the conclusion that his uninteresting rambles with Donald were not likely to further his quest, and was sitting in his room cogitating upon some new method of attack when MacDonald burst into the apartment with radiant face. The king looked up at his visitor with no great good nature, and said sharply, "'Well, what is it?' "'Your majesty,' cried MacDonald jubilantly, "'I think I have found a method of escape, and that without in any way impugning our pledges.' "'Oh, is that all?' said the king, with the air of snubbing too enthusiastic a courtier.

"'I thought the house was on fire.' "'And I thought, your majesty,' returned MacDonald, "'that this subject was ever uppermost in your mind.' The king rested his closed fist on his hip, leaned his head a little to one side, and examined his rival critically. "'Why have you returned so unexpectedly to the phrase, your majesty?' "'Vecause, your majesty,' answered Macdonald, laughing, "'the phrase, Gidman of Ballengeich, no longer matters. I do not understand you. It is to make myself understood that I have come so hurriedly. I beg then to inform your majesty that Miss MacLeod has consented to become my wife. I have spoken to her father, who has somewhat grudgingly and conditionally given his consent.

"'It occurred to me that if I wedded the daughter of your jailer, I may have enough influence with the family to secure your majesty's release.' "'I have no doubt,' said the king, "'that this was your object from the beginning, and so you have exchanged a temporary jailer for one that will last you all your life.' The highlander knit his brow and compressed his lips, as if to hold back some retort which later he might regret. There was a moment's constrained silence. Then the king flung off his ill-humour as if it were a cloak. Forgive me, Jamie, he cried, springing to his feet. Forgive the wounded vanity of the vanquished. He extended his hand impetuously, which the other grasped with eager cordiality.

Jamie, my lad, you were right. The crown weighs heavy when it is thrown into the scale. But with this lassie I well believe it would have made not an ounce of difference. Let the best man win, say I, and you're the victor, so you have my warmest congratulation. Still, Jamie, you must admit that the Gaelic is the cursedest lingo ever a poor lowland-bred man tried to get his tongue round. So now you see, Jamie, we are even again. You think the crown defeated you at Stirling, and I hold the language defeated me in Skye. Thus we are both able to retain a good opinion of ourselves, which is the splendid privilege of every Scotsman to hold. Your bravery deserves success, for it requires some courage to face your future father-in-law.

What did the old Carmigian say? He gave little indication of pleasure, or the reverse. He offered me my liberty now that I had pledged it in another direction, but he refused to release you, so I declined to accept his clemency. Then my proposed rescue must await the marriage ceremony? Not so. I have a more immediate and practical remedy. You have not forgotten the twenty-six-oared barge which the MacLeod was to keep for the king, and which Malcom MacLeod built for him? It is not very likely when I issued a proclamation commending Malcom as the greatest shipbuilder in the world. Well, Malcom has arrived at Dunvegan to receive into his own hands once more that same proclamation. I asked him in MacLeod's presence if the fleet still lingered in Torredon Bay, and he answered that it did.

MacLeod pricked up his ears at this, and thinking he was to get some information. Now that I proposed myself as a member of his family, inquired if I knew why it remained so long. I said I had a suspicion of the cause. If Malcolm had not replied to the king's proclamation, it was natural that the fleet would wait until he did. Old Alexander and Malcolm seemed surprised that a response was expected, Malcolm being but a simple yeoman. However, we wrote out a courteous reply to the king in Gaelic, and Malcolm is to send it to the fleet as soon as he returns to the northern coast. I don't see how that is to help us, demurred his majesty. Here is my proposal. If you will now write out an order to the admiral commanding the fleet to peer before Dunvegan Castle, I will ride part of the way home with Malcolm, and suggest to him at parting that perhaps none of the officers of the fleet understand Gaelic, or at least that none can read it.

So I will fasten your letter to the other document, and tell Malcolm it is a translation of his Gaelic effusion. Neither Malcolm nor any of his friends at the port can read English, and as he is a simple-minded man, it is not likely that he will return and allow the laird a perusal. So, in that way, we may get word to the fleet. Even if the letter is discovered, you will have kept your word, for you promised only not to communicate with Stirling. The king pronounced the device a feasible one, and set himself at once to the writing of the letter. MacDonald succeeded in getting the unsuspicious malcolm to take charge of the supposed English version of his note, and the king was left to await the result with whatever patience was vouchsafed him.

The island had suddenly lost all interest for him, and he fervently wished himself safely in Stirling once more. He complimented the girl on the excellent choice she had made, and she returned his compliment laughingly in Gaelic, glancing timidly at MacDonald as she asked him to be her interpreter. Two or three days later there was a commotion in the castle. The guards on the western headlands reported the approach of numerous ships, and by-and-by from the castle wall itself the fleet could be seen sailing slowly up Lochfallart. For the first time since they had known him, lines of deep anxiety marked the frowning brow of MacLeod, as he stood gazing at the approaching vessels. Here were visitors who, if they proved not to his liking, he could scarcely threaten with the dungeons of Dunbegan.

"'What do you make of this, MacDonald?' said the chieftain, turning to his future son-in-law, as if already he looked to him for support and counsel. But MacDonald shook his head, in spite of the fact that his wife, who was to be, stood very close to him. "'All negotiations have been carried on by my friend here, and so to him I must refer you. He is the leader of our expedition of two.' During his brief acquaintance, MacLeod had but thinly veiled his dislike of the lowlander, who had always ventured to speak with him in a free and easy manner, to which he was unaccustomed. Instead then of addressing his question to the other, he returned to his occupation of watching the ships manoeuvring in the loch before him.

But his air of expectancy seemed to indicate that he thought the usual glibness exhibited by the man at his right would bring forth some sort of explanation. But the king stood as silent as himself, his eyes fixed on the fleet. One by one the ships came to anchor, And even an amateur in the art of naval warfare could see by the protruding guns that they were prepared for action. McLeod could restrain his impatience no longer, so without glancing at his visitor he said, "'Perhaps you, sir, can tell me the purport of all this display.' "'Assuredly,' answered the king with a trace of sternness in his tone that had hitherto been absent in his converse with his jailer, The fleet comes at the command of the king to take away your prisoners if they are unharmed, or to batter down your castle if they have been molested.

I suppose then I should be thankful they are unharmed. You have reason," said the king shortly. His majesty must set great value on your heads if he sends his whole fleet to secour you. He does. How did he know you were here, if you did not break your parole and communicate with Stirling? The king knows there is more going on in Skye than the making of strong drink. I did not break my parole, neither did MacDonald. In spite of what you said to me, you must have told the king before you left Stirling where you were going. I did not. Then word must have been brought to him from Skye. It was not. In that case, the only conclusion I can come to is that the king is unaware of your presence here. He is well aware of it.

You speak in riddles, my friend. However, I had no real wish to detain you, and you might have gone where you pleased any time this fortnight or more. So you say now. It is true enough, and if you wish to visit the fleet, one of my boats will be ready to carry you the moment you give the order. I told you the first day that if you were a friend of the king's or an emissary of his, you could go on your way unchecked. Did I not, MacDonald? You said something of that sort, sir. You denied being a friend of the king's, persisted MacLeod, and said you were but a small farmer near Stirling. I deny that I am a friend of the king. On the contrary, I don't mind confessing to you that I am the greatest enemy he has in the world.

And it is well he knows it. "'You amaze me. Then you do not wish to meet the fleet? On the contrary, I do, and I ask you to order a suitable boat for me.' "'You shall have the best boat in my possession,' said MacLeod, leaving them for a moment to give his command. In a short time a large boat with ten oarsmen was waiting at the landing. "'They are ready for you,' said MacLeod. with an effort at geniality which gave a most sinister effect to his face. "'I'm sorry to bid you good-bye, but I hope you bear away with you no ill-will against Dunvegan.' "'Sir,' said the king, ignoring his compliments, "'that boat will not do for me.' "'It is the best I have,' said MacLeod, looking at his truculent guest with new anxiety.

The boat you must bring to the landing is the Twenty-six oared barge, which Malcolm McLeod builded so well. The McLeod stepped back two paces. That boat is for the king, he said in a voice scarcely above a whisper. Yes, it is for the king. Therefore the king demands it. Give the order instantly that it be brought to the landing, well manned with Twenty-six rowers. All color left MacLeod's face. His next words were to MacDonald. "'Is this true?' he said. "'Yes,' answered MacDonald. "'It is true.' The girl, her wide eyes distended with fear, clutched the arm of her lover. Even she knew this was a case for the headsman. But MacLeod, with not a quiver in his voice, called down to his followers. "' Bring round the king's barge and see it is well manned.

I myself will take the rudder. The stern face of the king relaxed as he saw this chieftain stand straighter than ever before since he had known him, ready to take on his head whatever might befall. The girl impetuously flung herself at the king's feet, and in her excitement for getting the limitations of his learning, she poured forth a plea for her father in galley. The king smiled as he stooped and raised the suppliant. "'My dear,' he said, "'I shall never hear that language without thinking of you, and of my own discomfiture. If it were not that MacDonald stands there with that Dour Highland look on his face, it is I would kneel at your feet. Your father is to come with me to Stirling, for I have said he should.' And I must keep my word with myself as well as I have kept it with him.

Do not draw away your hand in spite of MacDonald's scowls, for I have this to promise you. If you and he will accompany us to Stirling, I pledge to you the King's words that I shall grant you whatever you ask. So you see you need have no fear for your father's safety. Saying this, the King, with that courtly manner which so well became him, Gave the hand of the girl into that of MacDonald. Thus it came about that the MacLeod took a voyage he had not intended, and came so unscathed from it that he long outlived the man who was the cause of his journey.

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The King Weds.

Even a stranger in Stirling must have been impressed by the fact that something unusual was afoot, not to be explained by the mere preparation for ushering in the new year. Inquiry soon solved the problem of the decorations and the rejoicings. James V, the most popular king Scotland had possessed since the days of Bruce, was about to be married, and most of his subjects thought it high time. For he had reached the mature age of twenty-six, and monarchs are expected to take a mate somewhat earlier than other folk. As the king with a splendid retinue was to depart shortly after the new year on a journey to France to claim his bride, the capital city flung its bunting to the breeze, and the inhabitants thereof pledged each other, and the king in bumpers of exhilarating beverages.

Indeed, all Scotland was following the example set to it by Stirling, for the marriage was extremely well liked throughout the land. The king's father had linked himself to an English princess, and the Scottish people thought little of her. The precipitate marriage of this queen only a few months after her husband's death still further lowered her in public estimation. Scotland professed slight regard for Margrit of England, and was glad when her son refused the offer of his uncle, Henry, the eighth, to provide him with a wife. Indeed, James was at that moment the most sought-after young man in the world, so far as matrimony was concerned. The Pope, who now addressed him as defender of the faith, had a favourite candidate for his hand.

Henry, the eighth, was anxious that he should have all England to pick and choose from. The Emperor Charles V wished him to marry Princess Mary of Portugal. Francis I of France was eager to supply him with a well-dowered bride. Never before had any youth such an embarrassment of choice, but James himself decided that he would go a-wooing to France, and his subjects universally applauded his preference. James's elderly relative, John, Duke of Albany, had married the heiress of de la Tour d'auvergne, and the young king resolved to follow his example. Apart from this, James, in a manner, was pledged from the time he was three years of age, for Albany, when regent of Scotland, had promised France that the young ruler should seek his consort in that country.

So there had now been chosen for him Mary, daughter of the Duc de Vendon, who was reported beautiful, and what was more to the purpose in a thrifty nation, was known to be wealthy. This courting by all Europe might have turned the head of a less sensible young man than James, but he well knew the reason that so many distinguished persons desired his alliance. Henry, the eighth, was at loggerheads with France. The Emperor Charles and Francis I were engaged in one of their customary aimless wars, the advantage as usual inclining rather to the Emperor's sight. Scotland was at peace with itself and with all the world. The Scots were excellent fighters in whatever part of the world they encountered an enemy, and the strong fleet which James the Fourth had builded was augmented by his son, and might prove a powerful factor in European politics.

France and Scotland had long been traditional friends, and so this new meeting aroused enthusiasm in both countries. Thus Stirling put on a gay attire, and her citizens went about with smiles on their faces, all except one, and that one was James himself. who became more and more gloomy as the time for his departure approached. He had no desire to take upon himself the trammels of the matrimonial estate, and although his uncle, the strenuous Henry, was ultimately to set an example before the world of the ease with which the restrictions of marriage were to be shuffled off, yet at this time Henry himself was merely an amateur at the business. engaged in getting rid of Catherine of Aragon, a task which he had not yet succeeded in accomplishing.

James had postponed and re-postponed the fateful journey, but at last he saw it must be taken, or a friendly country, one of the proudest on earth, would be deliberately insulted in the face of the world. Not only this, but his own subjects were getting restive. And he knew as well as they that a disputed succession in the event of his early death might lead to civil war. So, making the best of the hard bargain which is imposed on princes, where what should be the most endearing ties of human affection are concerned, James set his face resolutely towards the south, and, attended by a brilliant escort, sailed for France. After a stormy voyage, for the month was January, The royal party landed in France, and was met by a company of nobles only less splendid than itself in that the king was one of the visitors, for Francis had remained at Lough's to welcome his brother's sovereign at that great and sinister stronghold, where the court of France for the moment held its seat.

Both time and weather seemed unpropitious for joyous occasion. News arrived at Lough's that the French army had suffered defeat in its invasion of the Duke of Savoy's territory, and these tidings exercised a depressing influence on the welcoming delegation. As the united escorts of France and Scotland set out on their journey to Loche, a flurry of damp snow filled the air, raw from off the channel, and the road proved well-nigh impassable through depth of mud. The discontented countenance of the king, who was wont to be the life of any party of which he was a member, lowered the spirits of his Scottish followers to the level of those saddened by military defeat, and the horsemen made their way through the quagmires of northern France more like a slow funeral procession than wedding guests.

At the castle where they halted at the end of the first day's journey, The king speedily retired to the apartment assigned to him without a word of cheer even to the most intimate of his comrades. The travelers had accomplished only about twelve leagues from the sea-coast on their first day's journey, and darkness had set in before the horsemen clattered through the narrow streets of a little town, and came to the frowning gates of a great castle, whose huge tower in the glare of numerous torches loomed out white against the wintry sky. The chief room of the suite reserved for the king was the only cheerful object His Majesty had seen that day. A roaring bonfire of bulky logs shed a flickering radiance on the tapestry that hung along the wall, almost giving animation to the knight's picture thereon, sternly battling against foes in anger, or merrily joycing with friends for pleasure at some forgotten tournament.

The king, probably actuated by the military instincts of his race, urging him to get his bearings even though he was in the care of a friendly country, strode to one of the windows and looked out. Dark as was the night and cloudy the sky, the landscape was nevertheless edged in tolerable distinctness by the snow that had fallen, and he saw far beneath him the depths of a profound valley. and what appeared to be a town much lower than the one through which he had just ridden. The stronghold appeared to stand on a platform of rock, which was at least impregnable from this side. James turned from the wintry scene outside to the more alluring prospect within the apartment. A stout oaken table in the center of the room was weighted with a sumptuous repast, and the king, with a stalwart appetite of youth and health, Augmented by a tiresome journey in keen air, forthwith fell to, and did ample justice to the providing of his unknown host.

The choicest vintages of France did something to dispel that depression which had settled down upon him, and the outside glow of the great fire supplemented the inward ardour of good wine. The king drew up his cushioned chair to the blaze, and while his attendant speedily cleared the board, A delicious drowsiness stole over him. He was partially aroused from this by the entrance of his poetical friend and confidant, Sir David Lindsay. Your Majesty, said the Rimster. The constable of these towers craves permission to pay his respects to you, extending a welcome on behalf of his master, the King of France. Bring him in, Davy, cried James. For in truth he has already extended the most cordial of welcomes, and I desire to thank him for my reception.

Shortly after, Sir David Lindsay ushered into the room a young man of about the same age as the king, dressed in that superb and picturesque costume which denoted a high noble of France, and which added the luster of fine raiment to the distinguished court of Francis I. The king greeted his visitor with that affability which invariably drew even the most surly toward him, without relaxing the dignity which is supposed to be the heritage of a monarch. "'I'm delighted to think,' said the new-comer, "'that the king of Scotland has honoured my house by making it his first halting-place in that realm which has ever been the friend of his country.' "'Sir,' replied James, The obligation rests entirely upon me.

After a stormy voyage and an inclement land-journey, the hospitality of your board is one of the most grateful encounters I have ever met with. I plead an ignorance of geography which is deplorable, and cannot in the least guess where I am, beyond the fact that the boundaries of France encompass me. "'I shall not pretend,' said the young man. That my house is unworthy even of the distinguished guest which it now holds. Your Majesty stands within historic walls, for in an adjoining apartment was born William, the founder of the great race of English kings. Scotsmen have defended this castle, and Scotsmen have assaulted it, so its very stones are linked with the fortunes of your country. Brave Henry V of England captured it, and France took it from his successor.

My own family, like the Scotch, have both stood its guard and have been the foremost through a breach to sack it. I am but now employed in repairing the ravages of recent turmoil. Here the king interrupted him as if to mend the reputation of ignorance he had bestowed upon himself. I take it, then, that I speak to one of the renowned name of Talbot, and that this fortress is no other than the Castle of Falaise. And the king impetuously extended his hand to him. "'We both come of a stormy line, Talbot. Indeed, we are even more intimately associated than you have hinted, for one of your name had the temerity to invade Scotland itself in the interest of Edward Balliol. Yes, by the rood, and successfully too.' "'Ah, your majesty, it does not become the pride of our house to refer to Richard Talbot For three years later, the Scots took him prisoner, and he retired defeated from your country.

Indeed, replied the king gaily, if my memory serves me truly, we valued your valiant ancestors so highly that we made the king of England pay two thousand marks for him. We Scots are a frugal people. We weigh many of the blessings of life against good hard coin. And by St. Andrew of Scotland, Talbot, I hold myself to-day no better than the rest. For speaking as young man to young man, I think it unworthy of either king or peasant to take a woman to his bosom for aught save love of her. In that I cordially agree with your majesty, said Talbot, with the fervour that made the king glance at him with even more of sympathy than he had already exhibited. A wave of emotion seemed to overwhelm the sensitive James, and submerge for the moment all discretion.

He appeared to forget that he spoke to a stranger, and one foreign to him. Yet James rarely mistook his man, and in this case his intuition was not at fault. To lay bare the secrets of his heart to one unknown to him shortly before was an experiment of risk. But as he had said, He spoke as young man to young man, and healthy youth is rarely cynical, no matter to what country it belongs. The heart knows nothing of nationality, and a true man is a true man wherever he hails from. James sprang to his feet and paced the long room in an excess of excitement, a cloud on his brow, hands clenching and unclenching as he walked, equally with the lowest in his realm, He felt the need of a compassionate confidant.

At last the words poured forth from him in an ecstasy of confession. "'Tolbot,' he cried, "'I am on a journey that shames my very manhood. I have lived my life as others of my age, and whatever of contrition I may feel, that rests between my Maker and myself.' I am as he formed me, and if I was made imperfect I may be to blame that I strove so little to overcome my deficiency. But, by God, I say it here, I never bought another nor sold myself. Now, on the contrary, I go to the loud market-place. Now I approach a woman I have never seen, and who has never seen me, to pledge our lives together. The consideration for this union set down on parchment, and a stipulated sum paid over in lands and gold.

The king stopped suddenly in his perambulation, raised his hands, and said impressively, "'I tell you, friend and host, I'm no better than my fellows, and worse than many of them. But when the priest mutters the words that bind, I say the man should have no thought in his mind but of the woman who stands beside him.' And she no thought in hers but of the man in whose hand she places her own. "'Then why go on with this quest?' cried young Talbot with an impetuosity equal to that of his guest. "'Why go on? How can I stop? The fate of kingdoms depends on my action. My honour is at stake. My pledged word is given. How can I withdraw?' "'Your majesty need not withdraw!' My master Francis is the very prince of lovers, and every word you have uttered will awake and echo in his own heart, although he is our senior by twenty years.

If I may venture to offer humbly such advice as occurs to me, you should tell him that you have come to France not to be chosen for, but to choose. France is the flower-garden of the human race. Here bloom the fairest lilies of womanhood, Fit to grace the proudest throne in Christendom. Choice is the prerogative of kings. Indeed, Talbot, it is not, said the king dolefully. It should be so, and can be so, where a monarch boldly demands the right exercised unquestioned by the meanest mind. Whom shall you offend by stoutly claiming your right? Not France, for you will wed one of her daughters. Not a king, for he is anxious to bestow upon you the lady you may prefer. Whom then? Merely the Duke of Vendon, whose vaulting ambition it is to place a crown upon the head of his daughter, though its weight may crush her.

The king looked fixedly at the perturbed young man, and a faint smile chased away the sternness of his countenance. I have never known an instance, he said slowly, where the burden of a crown was urged as an objection even by the most romantic of women. It would be so urged by Mary of Vendme were she allowed to give utterance to her wishes. You know her, then? I am proud to claim her as a friend and to assert she is the very pearl of France. Ah, you interest me. You hint then that I come a bootless wooer? That is turning the tables indeed. And now you rouse an emulation which heretofore was absent in me. You think I cannot win and wear this jewel of the realm? That you may wear it, there is no doubt.

That you may win it is another matter. Mary will place her listless hand in yours. Knowing thus she pleases the king and her father. But it is rumoured her affections are fixed upon another. Sir, you stir me up to competition. Now we enter the lists. You bring the keen incentive of rivalry into play. Such, your majesty, was far from my intention. I spoke as a friend of the lady. She has no more choice in this bargain than you deplored the lack of a moment since. The former gloom again overspread the king's face. "'There is the devil of it,' he cried impatiently. "'If I could meet her on even terms, plain man and woman, then if I loved her I would win her, were all the nobles of France in the scales against me.

But I come to her chained, a jingling captive, and she approaches me alike in thrall.' It is a cursed fate, and I chaff at the clanking links, though they hold me nevertheless. And all my life I can never be sure of her, the chiming metal ever between us. I come in pomp and display, as public as the street I walk on, and the Union is as brazen as a slave-market, despite cathedral bells and archbishop's blessing. Ah, well, there is nothing gained by ranting. Do you ride to loch's with me? I follow your majesty a day behind, but hope to overtake you before you are well past tours. I'm glad of it. Good night. I see you stand, my friend, and before this comes to a climax we may have need to consult together.

Good night. Good night. Next morning early the itinerants were on horseback again, facing southward. The day was wild and stormy, and so was the next that followed it. But after leaving Tours they seemed to have entered an enchanted land, for the clouds were dispersed and the warm sun came forth, endowing the travelers with a genial climate like late springtime in Scotland. As they approached Lough's Even the king was amazed by the striking sight of the castle, a place formidable in its strength and in extent resembling a small city. The gay and gallant Francis received his fellow monarch with a cordiality that left no doubt of its genuine character. The French king had the geniality to meet James in the courtyard itself.

He embraced him at the very gates as soon as James had dismounted from his horse. Notwithstanding his twenty years of seniority, Francis seemed as young as the Scottish king. "'By St. Denis, James,' he cried, "'you are a visitor of good omen, for you have brought fine weather with you and the breath of spring. All this winter we have endured the climate of Hades itself without its warmth.' The two rulers stood together in the courtyard, entirely alone. For no man dare frequent their immediate neighbourhood, but in a circle some distance removed from their centre, the Scotch and the French fraternised together, a pre-eminent assemblage numbering a thousand or more, and from the balcony's beautiful ladies looked down on the inspiring scene.

The gates were still open, and the drawbridge down, when a horseman came clattering over the causeway, And, heedless of the distinguished audience which he scattered to right and left, amid curses on his clumsiness, drew up his foaming horse in the very presence of royalty itself. Francis cried out angrily at this interruption. Unmannerly, varlet, how dare you come dashing through this throng like a drunken ploughman? The rider flung himself off the panting horse and knelt before his enraged master. Sayor, he said. My news may perhaps plead for me. The army of the Emperor Charles in Provence is broken and in flight. Spain has met a crushing defeat, and no foe insults the soil of France except by lying dead upon it.

Now, my good fellow, cried the king with dancing eyes, you are forgiven if you had ridden down half of my nobility. The joyous news spread like wildfire, and cheer upon cheer rose to heaven like vocal flame to mark its advance. "'Brother!' cried the great king to his newly-arrived guest, placing an arm lovingly over his shoulder, his voice with suspicion of tremulousness about it. "'You stalwart Scots have always brought luck to our fair land of France.' This glad news is the more welcome to me that you are here when I receive it. And so the two, like affectionate kinsmen, walked together into the castle, which, although James did not then know it, was to be his home for many months. There was a dinner of state that evening, so gay and on a scale so grand, that James had little time or opportunity for reflection on his mission.

Here, indeed, as Talbot had truly said, was the flower-garden of the human race, and the Scottish king saw many a proud lady to whom probably he would have been delighted to bend the knee. But his pride was not among the number. The Duchess de Vendome explained to the king that her daughter was suffering from a slight illness, and, apart from this, was anxious to greet her future husband in a conference more private than the present occasion afforded. This was certainly reasonable enough, and the important meeting took place the following afternoon. Mary of Vendome might truly be called the Pearl of France, if Whiteness of Visage gave claim to that title. The king found himself confronted by a drooping young woman, whose stern mother gave her a support which was certainly needed.

Her face was of the pallor of wax, And never once during that fateful interview did she raise the heavy lids from her eyes. That she had once been beautiful was undoubted, but now her face was almost gaunt in its excessive thinness. The deathlike dew of her delicate skin, the fact that she seemed scarce to breathe, and that she never ventured to speak, Gave her suitor the impression that she more resembled one preparing for the tomb than a young girl anticipating her bridal. She courtesied like one in a trance, but the keen eyes of the king saw the tightening of her mother's firm hand on her wrist while she made the obeisance which etiquette demanded. Short as was their formal greeting, it was too long for this anaemic creature.

Who would have sunk to the floor were it not for the clutch in which the determined mother held her. Even the king, self-contained as he usually was, found little to say beyond empty expressions of concern regarding her recent illness, ending with a brief remark to the effect that he hoped she would soon recover from her indisposition. But once the ordeal was over, James was filled with the frenzy to be alone. Tortured as he was by an agony of mind, which made any encounter with his fellows intolerable. He strode through the seemingly interminable corridors of the great castle, paying slight heed to his direction. All doors opened before him, and sentinels saluted as he passed. At last, not knowing where he was or how to get outside, he said to one of the human statues who held a pipe, Tell me, good fellow, the Quickest way to the outer air, some spot where I can be entirely alone.

The guard saluting called a page, whispered a word to him, and the boy led the king to a door, which gave access to a secluded garden, enclosed on every side by high battlements, yet nevertheless filled with great trees, under which ran paths both straight and winding. Beside one wall lay the longest walk of this little park, And up and down this grave old way, his hands clasped behind him. The young king strode in more disturbance of mind than had ever before afflicted him. Oh, God save me! God save me! He cried. Am I to be wedded to a ghost? That woman is not even alive to say whether she is willing or no. Have I come to France to act the goal and rob the grave of its due? Saints in heaven, help me!

What am I to do? I cannot insult France, yet I cannot chain my living body to that dead woman. Why is not Talbot here? He said he would overtake me a tour, and yet is he not come. The pearl of France, said he, the jewel of a toad's head, say I, my honor staked, and to that unbreathing image of Tallow. Is this my punishment? Do the sins of your youth thus overtake us, and in such ghastly form? Bones of my ancestors, I will not wed the grave, though war and slaughter come of it, and yet— And yet my faith is plighted, blindly, unknowingly plighted. Why does not Talbot come? He knew what my emotions would be on seeing that denizen of another world, and so warned me. These muttered meditations were suddenly interrupted by a clear, sweet voice from above.

Eccose, Scottish Knight, please rescue for me my handkerchief, which I have, alas, let fall. Wrap a stone in it and throw it hither. I beg of you. The startled king looked up and beheld peering over at him from the battlements above, one of the most piquant and pretty laughing faces he had ever seen. Innocent mischief sparkled in the Lucio's dark eyes. which regarded him from a seemingly inaccessible perch. A wealth of dark, trussled hair made a midnight frame for a lovely countenance in the first flush of maidenly youth. Nothing could be more marked than the difference between the reality, which thus came unexpectedly into view, and his sombre vision of another. There also sifted down to him from a loft, Whisperings that were evidently protests from persons unseen.

But the minks who was the cause of them merrily bade her counsellors be quiet. She must get her handkerchief, she said, and the Scot was the only one to recover it. Fluttering white from one of the lower branches was a dainty bit of filmy lace, much too fragile a covering for the stone she had suggested. The despair which enveloped the king was dispelled as the mist vanishes before the beaming sun. He whipped out his thin rapier and deftly disentangled the light burden from the detaining branch. It fluttered to his hand, and was raised gallantly to his lips, at which the girl laughed most joyfully, as if this action were intensely humorous. Other faces peep momentarily over the balustrade, to be as quickly withdrawn when they saw the stranger looking up at them.

But the hussy herself, whoever she was, seemed troubled by no such timorousness. Resting her arms upon the stone balustrade, with her chin above them, her inviting eyes gazing mockingly on the man below. The king placed the handkerchief in the bosom of his doublet, thrust home the rapier in its scabbard, Grasped the lower branch of the tree, and swung himself up on it with the agility of an acrobat. Now the insolence of those eyes was chased away by a look of alarm. "'No, no!' she cried. "'Stay where you are. You are too bold, Scottish knight!' But she had to reckon with one who was a snimble wall-climber, either up or down, whose expertness in descent had often saved him from the consequences of too ambitious climbing.

The young man answered not a word, but made his way speedily up along branches until he stood at a level with the parapet. Across the chasm which divided him from the wall, he saw a broad platform railed round with a stone balustrade, this elevated floor forming an ample promenade that was nevertheless secluded because of the higher castle walls on every side, walls that were unpierced by any window. A door at the farther end of the platform gave access to the interior of the palace. A short distance back from the balustrade stood a group of some half-duzen very frightened women. But the first cause of all this commotion remained in the forefront of the assemblage, angry and defiant. "'How dare you, sir?' she cried.

"'Go back! I command you!' Then seeing, he made no motion to obey her, but was measuring with his keen eye the distance between the bending limb on which he held his precarious position, and the parapet, something more of a supplication, came into her voice, and she continued. My good fellow, place the handkerchief on the point of your sword, and one of my women will reach for it. Be careful, I beg of you. That bow will break under your weight if you venture further. The outreached arm and the sword will span the space. "'Madam,' said the king, "'the sword's point is for my enemy. "'On bended knee must I present a lady, "'that which belongs to her.'" End of chapter 11, read by L. Rolander.

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A Prince of Goodfellows by Robert Barr. Chapter 11. Part Two.

And with this, before further expostulation was possible, the young man made his perilous leap, clutched the parapet with his left arm, hung suspended for one breathless moment, then flung his right leg, a most shapely member, over the balustrade. And next instant was kneeling at her feet, offering the gossomire token. In the instant of crisis, the young lady had given utterance to a little shriek. which she instantly suppressed, glancing nervously over her shoulder. One of her women ran towards the door, but the girl peremptorily ordered her to return. "'The Scot will not eat you,' she cried impatiently, "'even if he is a savage.' "'Madam, your handkerchief,' explained the savage, still offering it.

"'I shall not accept it,' she exclaimed. Her eyes blazing with resentment at his presumption. The king sprang to his feet and swept off his plumed hat with the air of an Italian. "'Ten thousand thanks, madam, for your cherished gift," saying, which he thrust the slight web back into his doublet again. "'Tis not a gift. Render it to me at once, sir," she demanded with feminine inconsistency. She extended her hand. But the king, instead of returning the article in dispute, grasped her fingers unawares and raised them to his lips. She drew away her hand with an expression of the utmost contempt, but nevertheless stood her ground, in spite of the evident anxiety to be elsewhere of the bivie behind her.

Sir, you are unmannerly. No one has ever ventured to treat me thus. Then I am delighted to be the first to introduce to you some amiable a custom. Unmannerly? Not so. We savages learn our manners from the charming land of France, and I have been told that in one or two instances this country has known not only the fingers, but the lips to be kissed. I implore you, sir, to desist and take your departure the way you came. Further, I warn you that danger threatens. I need no such warning, my lady. The danger has already encompassed me, and my heart shall never free itself from its presence, while remembrance of the lightning of those eyes abides with me. The girl laughed with a trace of nervousness, and the rich colour mounted to her cheek.

Sir, you are learning your lesson well in France. My lady, the lowest hind in my country, could not do otherwise under such tutelage. You should turn your gifts to the service of your master. Go, woo for him, poor Mary of Vendome, and see if you can cure her who is dying of love for young Talbot of Falaise. For a moment the king stood as if struck by the lightning he had just referred to. Then, staggering back a step, rested his hand on the parapet, and steadied himself. "'Good God!' he muttered in low tones. "'Is that true?' All coquetry disappeared from the girl as she saw the dramatic effect her words had produced. She moved lightly forward, then held back again, anxiety on her brow. "'Sir, what is wrong with you?

Are you ill? Are you a friend of Talbot's?' Yes, I am a friend of his. And did you not know this? I thought everyone knew it. Does not the King of Scotland know? What will he do when he learns, think you, or will it make a difference? The King of Scotland is a blind fool, a conceited coxcomb, who thinks every woman that sees him must fall in love with him. Sir, you amaze me. Are you not a subject of his? You would not speak so in his hearing. Indeed, and that I would, without hesitation, and he knows it. Is he so handsome as they say? Alas, I am thought too young to engage in court festivities, and in spite of my pleadings I was not allowed even to see his arrival. The king had now recovered his composure, and there was a return of his gallant bearing.

Madam, tell me your name, and I shall intercede that so rigid a rule for one so fair may be relaxed. Ah, now your impudence reasserts itself. My name is not for you. How can a humble Scottish knight hope to soften a rule promulgated by the King of France himself? Madam, you forget that we are guests of France, and in this courteous country nothing is denied us. We meet with no refusals except from proud ladies like yourself. I shall ask my captain, he shall pass my request to the general, who will speak to the king of Scotland, and the king, when he knows how beautiful you are, will beg the favour from Francis himself. The girl clasped her hands with exuberant delight. "'I wonder if it is possible,' she said, leaning towards the gay cavalier.

as if he were now her dearest friend. For indeed it was quite evident that she thought much of him in spite of his irregular approach. She was too young to feel the rules of etiquette otherwise than annoying bonds, and, like an imprisoned wild bird, was willing to take any course that promised liberty. Your name, then, madam? My name is Madeleine. I need not ask if you are noble. I'm at least as noble as Mary of Vendome, whom your king is to marry if he's cruel enough. At this point one of the women, who had stationed herself near the door, came running towards the group and warned them that somebody was approaching. The attendants, who had hitherto remained passive, probably with some womanly curiosity regarding the strange interview, Now became wild with excitement, and joined their mistress in begging the stranger to depart.

"'Not until I have whispered in your ear,' he said stoutly. "'I cannot permit it. I cannot permit it. Go at once. I implore you.' "'Then I escort you within the hall to meet whoever comes. Sir, you are importunate. Well, it doesn't matter. Whisper.' He bent toward her and said, "'I Madeleine, you must meet me here alone at this time to-morrow. "'Never, never!' she cried resolutely. "'Very well, then. Here I stay until you consent.' "'You are cruel,' she said, tears springing in her eyes. Then, appealingly, as a knock sounded against the door, she added, "'I promise, go at once.' The young man precipitated himself over the parapet into the tree. The fortune which attends lovers and drunkards favored him, and the last bending branch lowered him as gently to the gravel of the walk as if he were a son of the forest.

He glanced upward, and saw that the luminous face, in its diaphanous environment of dark hair, was again bent over the parapet, the lips apart and still saying nothing. but by the eloquent eyes questioning. Indeed, he fancied he saw in them some slight solicitude for his safety. He doffed his hat, kissed the tips of his fingers, and wafted the salutation toward her, while a glow of satisfaction filled his breast as he actually saw a similar movement on the part of her own fair fingers, which was quickly translated into a gesture pointing to the garden door. And then she placed a finger-tip to her lips, a silent injunction for silence. He knew when to obey as well as when to disobey, and vanished quickly through the door.

He retreated in no such despairing face of mind as he advanced, but now paid some attention to the geography of the place that he might return unquestioning to his tryst. Arriving At the more public corridors of the palace his first encounter was with the constable of Falaise. Talbot's dress was travel-stained, and his youthful face wore almost the haggardness of age. He looked like a man who had ridden hard, and slept little, finding now small comfort at the end of a toilsome journey. The king, with a cry of pleasure at the meeting, smote his two hands down on the shoulders of the other, who seemed unconsciously to shrink from the boisterous touch. "'Talbot,' he cried, "'you promised to overtake me a tour, but you did not.' "'It is not given to every man to overtake your majesty,' said Talbot hoarsely.

"'Constable of Falaise, you were not honest with me that night in your castle. I spoke to you freely from the bottom of my heart. You answered me from your lips outward.' "'I do not understand, your majesty.' replied the young man grimly. Yes, you do. You love Mary of Vendome. Why did you not tell me so? To what purpose should I have made such a confession, even if it were the fact? To the purpose of truth, if for nothing else. God's sake, man! Is it thus you love in France? Cold Scotland can be in that your tutor. In your place there had been a quick divorce between my sword and scabbard. Were my rival twenty times a king, I'd face him out and say, by Cupid's bow, return or fight. What, this in your castle to your guest?

exclaimed Talbot. No, perhaps not. You are in the right, Constable, you are in the right. I had forgotten your situation for the moment. I should have been polite to him within my own walls, but I should have followed him across my marches and slit his gullet on the King's Highway. Notwithstanding his distraction of mind, the new-comer smiled somewhat wanly at the impetuosity of the other. "'You must remember that while your foot-press is French soil, you are still the guest of all true Frenchmen,' Nevertheless, your majesty's words have put new life into my veins. Did you see, Mary of Vendong? Yes, and there is not three months' life left to her unless she draws vitality from your presence. Man, why stand you here idling?

Climb walls, force bolts, kidnap the girl, and marry her in spite of all the world. Alas, there is not a priest in all France who would dare to marry us, knowing her pledge to your majesty. Priests of France, I have priests in my own train who will at a word from me link you tighter than these stones are cemented together. God's will, Talbot, these obstacles but lend interest to the chase. Is it possible that you, having opportunity, Care not to marry Mary of Vendme? cried the amazed young man, who could not comprehend that where his preference fell another might be indifferent, for she was, as he had said, the pearl of France to him, and it seemed absurd to imagine that she might not be so to all the world.

United Europe with Francis and the Emperor Charles, for once combined, could not force me to marry where I did not love. I failed to understand this when I left Scotland, but I have grown in wisdom since then. "'Who is she?' asked the constable, with eager interest. "'Hark ye, Talbot,' said the king, lowering his voice, and placing an arm affectionately over the shoulder of the other. "'You shall be my guide. Who is the Lady Madeleine of this court?' "'The Lady Madeleine? There are several.' No, there is but one—the youngest, the most beautiful, the most witty, the most charming—who is she? The constable wrinkled his brows in thought. That must be Madeleine de Montmorency. She is the youngest of her name, and is by many accounted beautiful.

I never heard that she was esteemed witty until your majesty said so. Rather reserved and proud. Is that the lady? Proud, yes. Reserved, um, yes. That is perhaps not when she meets a man who knows enough to appreciate her. However, I shall speedily solve the riddle, and must remember that you do not see the lady through a lover's eyes. But I will not further keep you. A change of costume may prove to your advantage, and I doubt not an untroubled night's sleep will further it. "'Your majesty overwhelms me with kindness,' murmured the young lover, warmly grasping the hand extended to him. "'Have I your permission to tell Mary of Vendon?' "'You have my permission to tell her anything. But you will bring her no news, for I am now on my way to see her.' The king gaily marched on, his head held high, a man not to be denied.

And as he passed along, all bowed at his coming. For everyone in the court admired him. There was something unexpectedly French in the dash of this young Scotchman. He strode across the court and up the steps which led him to the Palais Vendôme. The Duchess herself met him with a hard smile on her thin lips. "'Madam,' he said brusquely, "'I would see your daughter alone.' The grim Duchess hesitated. Mary is so shy, she said at last, but the king interrupted her. "'I have a cure for that. Shyness flees in my presence. I will see your daughter alone, madam. Send her to me.' There being no remedy when a king commands, the lady made the best of a dubious proceeding. James was pacing up and down the splendid drawing-room, when from the further door the drooping girl appeared, still with downcast eyes, None like in her meek obedience.

She came forward perhaps a third of the length of the room, faltered and stood. "'Mary,' said the king, "'they told me you were beautiful, but I come to announce to you that such is not my opinion. You are ambitious, it would seem, so I tell you frankly you will never be Queen of Scotland.' For the first time in his presence the girl uncovered her eyes and looked up at him. "'Yes,' said the king, "'your eyes are fine. I am constrained to concede that much. And if I do not wed you myself, it is but right I should nominate a candidate for your hand. There is a friend of mine for whom I shall use my influence with Francis, and your father, that they may persuade you to marry him.' He is young Talbot, constable of Falaise.

A demented stripling who calls you the Pearl of France. Ah, now the colour comes to your cheeks. I would not have believed it. Oh, this demurness then! But the girl had sunk at his feet, grasped his hands, and pressed it to her lips. "'Tut, tut!' he cried hastily. "'That is a reversal of the order of nature.' "'Rise, and when I send young Talbot to you, see that you welcome him, and now good-day to you.' As he passed through the outer room, the Duchess lay in wait for him, and began murmuring apologies for her daughter's diffidence. "'We have arranged all about the wedding, madam,' said the King reassuringly as he left the palace. The next day at the hour when the King had met Madeleine for the first time, He threaded his way eagerly through the mazes of the old castle until he came to the door that led him out into the Elysian garden.

The weather still befriended him, being of an almost summer mildness. For several minutes he paced impatiently up and down the gravel walk, but no laughing face greeted him from the battlements above. At last swearing a good round Scottish oath, he said, I'll solve the mystery of the balcony, and seizing the lower branch of the tree, he was about to climb as he had done before, when a tantalizing silvery laugh brought his arms down to his sides again. It seemed to come from an arbor at the further end of the grounds, but when he reached there, the place proved empty. He pretended to search among the bushes, but nevertheless kept an eye on the arbor, when his sharp ear caught a rustling of silk from behind the summer-house.

He made a dash towards it, then reversed his direction, speeding like the wind, and next instant this elusive specimen of Gaelic womanhood ran plump into his arms, not seeing where she was going, her head averted to watch the danger that threatened from another quarter. Before she could give utterance to more than one exclamatory, Oh! He had kissed her thrice full on the lips. She struggled in his arms like a frightened bird, nobly indignant with shame crimsoned cheeks, smiting him with her powerless little snowflake of a hand. Her royal lover laughed. Ha, my Madeleine, this is the second stage of the game. The hand was paradise on earth. The lips are the seventh heaven itself. Release me, you Scottish clown, cried Madeleine, her black eyes snapping fire.

I will have you whipped from the court for your insolence. My dear, you could not be so cruel. Remember that poor Cupid's back is naked, and he would quiver under every stroke. I'd never condescended to meet you. Did I dream of your acting so? Tis intolerable. The forwardness of you beggarly Scots. Nay, never beggarly, my dear, except where a woman is concerned, and then we beg for favours. You little suspect who I am, or you would not venture to misuse me thus, and be so free with your—my dears. Indeed, lass, in that you are mistaken. I not only found you in the garden, but I found your name as well. You are Madeleine de Montmorency. She ceased to struggle, and actually laughed a little. How clever you are to have discovered so much in such a short time!

Now, let me go, and I will thank you. Nay, more. I promise that if you ask the Duke of Montmorency for his permission and he grants it, I will see you as often as you please. "'Now, Madeleine, I hold you to that, and I will seek an introduction to the Duke at once.' She stepped back from him panting, and sank into a deep courtesy that seemed to be characterized more by ridicule than politeness. "'Oh, thank you, sir,' she said. "'I should dearly love to be an eavesdropper at your conference.' Before he could reply, the door opened by which he had entered the park. "'In the fiend's name, the King,' muttered James, in no manner pleased by the unwelcome interruption. All colour left the girl's face, and she hastily endeavoured to arrange in brief measure the disordered masses of her hair, somewhat tangled in the struggle.

As Francis advanced up the walk, the genial smile froze on his lips, and an expression of deep displeasure overshadowed his countenance, A look of stern resentment coming into his eyes that would have made any man in his realm quail before him. The girl was the first to break the embarrassing silence, saying breathlessly, Your Majesty must not blame this Scottish knight. It is all my fault, for I lured him hither. Peace, child, exclaimed Francis in a voice of cold anger. You know not what you say. What do you hear alone with the King of Scotland? The King of Scotland echoed Madeleine in surprise, her eyes opening wide with renewed interest as she gazed upon him. Then she laughed. They told me the King of Scotland was a handsome man.

James smiled at this imputation of his appearance, and even the rigour of the Lord of France relaxed a trifle. And a gleam of affection for the wayward girl that was not to be concealed rose in his eyes. "'Sire,' said James slowly, "'we are neither of us to blame. "'Tis the accident that brought us together must bear the brunt of consequence. "'I cannot marry Mary of Vendôme, and, indeed, I was about to beg your Majesty to issue your command, that she may wed your constable of Falaise.' If there is to be a union between France and Scotland other than now exists, this lady and this lady alone must say yes or no to it. Premising her free consent, I ask her hand in marriage. She is but a child, objected Francis, breathing a sigh, which had, however, something of relief in it.

I am fully seventeen. Expostulated Madeleine with a promptness that made both men laugh. Sire, youth is a fault which alas travels continually with time its antidote. Said James, if I have your good wishes in this project, on which I confess my heart is set, I shall at once approach the Duke of Montmorency and solicit his consent. The face of Francis had cleared, as if a ray of sunshine had fallen upon it. "'The Duke of Montporenzi!' he cried in astonishment. "'What has he to do with the marriage of my daughter?' James murmured something that may have been a prayer, but sounded otherwise as he turned to the girl, whose delight at thus mystifying the great of earth was only too evident. "'I told him he little suspected who I was,' said Madeleine, with what might have been termed a jiggle in one less highly placed.

"'But these confident Scots think they know everything.' "'Indeed, it is all your own fault, father, in keeping me practically a prisoner, when the whole castle is throbbing with joy and festivity.' Then the irrepressible princess buried her flushed face in her hands. And laughed and laughed, as if this were the most irresistible comedy in the world, instead of a grave affair of state, until at last the two monarchs were forced to laugh in sympathy. "'I could not wish her a braver husband,' said Francis at last. "'I see she has bewitched you, as is her habit with all of us.' And thus it came about that James, the Fifth of Scotland, Married the fair Madeleine of France. The End End of the book A Prince of Good Fellows by Robert Barr.

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