and also remit to the gentleman in the red bonnet,the disparaging epithet of FELLOW,which he has discourteously applied to me,who am no way to be distinguished by the same,unless in so far as I have been called fellow-soldier by the great Gustavus Adolphus,the Lion of the North,and other choice commanders,both in Germany and the Low Countries.But,touching Sir Duncan Campbell's guarantee of my safety,I will gage my life upon his making my words good thereanent,when he comes hither to-morrow."
"If Sir Duncan be soon expected,my Lord,"said one of the intercessors,"it would be a pity to anticipate matters with this poor man."
"Besides that,"said another,"your lordship--I speak with reverence--should,at least,consult the Knight of Ardenvohr's letter,and learn the terms on which this Major Dalgetty,as he calls himself,has been sent hither by him."
They closed around the Marquis,and conversed together in a low tone,both in Gaelic and English.The patriarchal power of the Chiefs was very great,and that of the Marquis of Argyle,armed with all his grants of hereditary jurisdiction,was particularly absolute.But there interferes some check of one kind or other even in the most despotic government.That which mitigated the power of the Celtic Chiefs,was the necessity which they lay under of conciliating the kinsmen who,under them,led out the lower orders to battle,and who formed a sort of council of the tribe in time of peace.The Marquis on this occasion thought himself under the necessity of attending to the remonstrances of this senate,or more properly COUROULTAI,of the name of Campbell,and,slipping out of the circle,gave orders for the prisoner to be removed to a place of security.
"Prisoner!"exclaimed Dalgetty,exerting himself with such force as wellnigh to shake off two Highlanders,who for some minutes past had waited the signal to seize him,and kept for that purpose close at his back.Indeed the soldier had so nearly attained his liberty,that the Marquis of Argyle changed colour,and stepped back two paces,laying,however,his hand on his sword,while several of his clan,with ready devotion,threw themselves betwixt him and the apprehended vengeance of the prisoner.But the Highland guards were too strong to be shaken off,and the unlucky Captain,after having had his offensive weapons taken from him,was dragged off and conducted through several gloomy passages to a small side-door grated with iron,within which was another of wood.These were opened by a grim old Highlander with a long white beard,and displayed a very steep and narrow flight of steps leading downward.The Captain's guards pushed him down two or three steps,then,unloosing his arms,left him to grope his way to the bottom as he could;a task which became difficult and even dangerous,when the two doors being successively locked left the prisoner in total darkness.
CHAPTER XIII.
Whatever stranger visits here,We pity his sad case,Unless to worship he draw near The King of Kings--his Grace.
BURNS'S EPIGRAM ON A VISIT TO INVERARY.
The Captain,finding himself deprived of light in the manner we have described,and placed in a very uncertain situation,proceeded to descend the narrow and broken stair with all the caution in his power,hoping that he might find at the bottom some place to repose himself.But with all his care he could not finally avoid making a false step,which brought him down the four or five last steps too hastily to preserve his equilibrium.
At the bottom he stumbled over a bundle of something soft,which stirred and uttered a groan,so deranging the Captain's descent,that he floundered forward,and finally fell upon his hands and knees on the floor of a damp and stone-paved dungeon.
When Dalgetty had recovered,his first demand was to know over whom he had stumbled.
"He was a man a month since,"answered a hollow and broken voice.
"And what is he now,then,"said Dalgetty,"that he thinks it fitting to lie upon the lowest step of the stairs,and clew'd up like a hurchin,that honourable cavaliers,who chance to be in trouble,may break their noses over him?"
"What is he now?"replied the same voice;"he is a wretched trunk,from which the boughs have one by one been lopped away,and which cares little how soon it is torn up and hewed into billets for the furnace."
"Friend,"said Dalgetty,"I am sorry for you;but PATIENZA,as the Spaniard says.If you had but been as quiet as a log,as you call yourself,I should have saved some excoriations on my hands and knees."
"You are a soldier,"replied his fellow-prisoner;"do you complain on account of a fall for which a boy would not bemoan himself?"
"A soldier?"said the Captain;"and how do you know,in this cursed dark cavern,that I am a soldier?"
"I heard your armour clash as you fell,"replied the prisoner,"and now I see it glimmer.When you have remained as long as I in this darkness,your eyes will distinguish the smallest eft that crawls on the floor."
"I had rather the devil picked them out!"said Dalgetty;"if this be the case,I shall wish for a short turn of the rope,a soldier's prayer,and a leap from a ladder.But what sort of provant have you got here--what food,I mean,brother in affliction?"
"Bread and water once a day,"replied the voice.
"Prithee,friend,let me taste your loaf,"said Dalgetty;"I hope we shall play good comrades while we dwell together in this abominable pit."
"The loaf and jar of water,"answered the other prisoner,"stand in the corner,two steps to your right hand.Take them,and welcome.With earthly food I have wellnigh done."
Dalgetty did not wait for a second invitation,but,groping out the provisions,began to munch at the stale black oaten loaf with as much heartiness as we have seen him play his part at better viands.
