The furious declaration of Allan had destroyed the romantic plan which she had formed,of nursing in secret her pensive tenderness,without seeking any other requital.Long before this,she had dreaded Allan,as much as gratitude,and a sense that he softened towards her a temper so haughty and so violent,could permit her to do;but now she regarded him with unalloyed terror,which a perfect knowledge of his disposition,and of his preceding history,too well authorised her to entertain.
Whatever was in other respects the nobleness of his disposition,he had never been known to resist the wilfulness of passion,--he walked in the house,and in the country of his fathers,like a tamed lion,whom no one dared to contradict,lest they should awaken his natural vehemence of passion.So many years had elapsed since he had experienced contradiction,or even expostulation,that probably nothing but the strong good sense,which,on all points,his mysticism excepted,formed the ground of his character,prevented his proving an annoyance and terror to the whole neighbourhood.But Annot had no time to dwell upon her fears,being interrupted by the entrance of Sir Dugald Dalgetty.
It may well be supposed,that the scenes in which this person had passed his former life,had not much qualified him to shine in female society.He himself felt a sort of consciousness that the language of the barrack,guard-room,and parade,was not proper to entertain ladies.The only peaceful part of his life had been spent at Mareschal-College,Aberdeen;and he had forgot the little he had learned there,except the arts of darning his own hose,and dispatching his commons with unusual celerity,both which had since been kept in good exercise by the necessity of frequent practice.Still it was from an imperfect recollection of what he had acquired during this pacific period,that he drew his sources of conversation when in company with women;in other words,his language became pedantic when it ceased to be military.
"Mistress Annot Lyle,"said he,upon the present occasion,"I am just now like the half-pike,or spontoon of Achilles,one end of which could wound and the other cure--a property belonging neither to Spanish pike,brown-bill,partizan,halberd,Lochaber-axe,or indeed any other modern staff-weapon whatever."
This compliment he repeated twice;but as Annot scarce heard him the first time,and did not comprehend him the second,he was obliged to explain.
"I mean,"he said,"Mistress Annot Lyle,that having been the means of an honourable knight receiving a severe wound in this day's conflict,--he having pistolled,somewhat against the law of arms,my horse,which was named after the immortal King of Sweden,--I am desirous of procuring him such solacement as you,madam,can supply,you being like the heathen god Esculapius"
(meaning possibly Apollo),"skilful not only in song and in music,but in the more noble art of chirurgery-OPIFERQUE PER ORBEM DICOR."
"If you would have the goodness to explain,"said Annot,too sick at heart to be amused by Sir Dugald's airs of pedantic gallantry.
"That,madam,"replied the Knight,"may not be so easy,as I am out of the habit of construing--but we shall try.DICOR,supply EGO--I am called,--OPIFER?OPIFER?--I remember SIGNIFER and FURCIFER--but I believe OPIFER stands in this place for M.D.,that is,Doctor of Physic."
"This is a busy day with us all,"said Annot;"will you say at once what you want with me?"
"Merely,"replied Sir Dugald,"that you will visit my brother knight,and let your maiden bring some medicaments for his wound,which threatens to be what the learned call a DAMNUM FATALE."
Annot Lyle never lingered in the cause of humanity.She informed herself hastily of the nature of the injury,and interesting herself for the dignified old Chief whom she had seen at Darnlinvarach,and whose presence had so much struck her,she hastened to lose the sense of her own sorrow for a time,in the attempt to be useful to another.
Sir Dugald with great form ushered Annot Lyle to the chamber of her patient,in which,to her surprise,she found Lord Menteith.
She could not help blushing deeply at the meeting,but,to hide her confusion,proceeded instantly to examine the wound of the Knight of Ardenvohr,and easily satisfied herself that it was beyond her skill to cure it.As for Sir Dugald,he returned to a large outhouse,on the floor of which,among other wounded men,was deposited the person of Ranald of the Mist.
"Mine old friend,"said the Knight,"as I told you before,I would willingly do anything to pleasure you,in return for the wound you have received while under my safe-conduct.I have,therefore,according to your earnest request,sent Mrs.Annot Lyle to attend upon the wound of the knight of Ardenvohr,though wherein her doing so should benefit you,I cannot imagine.--I think you once spoke of some blood relationship between them;but a soldado,in command and charge like me,has other things to trouble his head with than Highland genealogies."
And indeed,to do the worthy Major justice,he never enquired after,listened to,or recollected,the business of other people,unless it either related to the art military,or was somehow or other connected with his own interest,in either of which cases his memory was very tenacious.
"And now,my good friend of the Mist,"said he,"can you tell me what has become of your hopeful grandson,as I have not seen him since he assisted me to disarm after the action,a negligence which deserveth the strapado?"
"He is not far from hence,"said the wounded outlaw--"lift not your hand upon him,for he is man enough to pay a yard of leathern scourge with a foot of tempered steel."
"A most improper vaunt,"said Sir Dugald;"but I owe you some favours,Ranald,and therefore shall let it pass."
"And if you think you owe me anything,"said the outlaw,"it is in your power to requite me by granting me a boon."
