still
calling me Saxpence, but with such a turn that should rather
uplift me in my own opinion. When Catriona returned, the design became
if possible more
obvious; and she showed off the girl's advantages like
a horse-couper with a horse. My face flamed that she should think me
so obtuse. Now I would fancy the girl was being
innocently made a show
of, and then I could have
beaten the old carline wife with a cudgel;
and now, that perhaps these two had set their heads together to entrap
me, and at that I sat and gloomed betwixt them like the very image of
ill-will. At last the matchmaker had a better
device, which was to
leave the pair of us alone. When my suspicions are anyway roused it is
sometimes a little the wrong side of easy to allay them. But though I
knew what breed she was of, and that was a breed of
thieves, I could
never look in Catriona's face and disbelieve her.
"I must not ask?" says she,
eagerly, the same moment we were left
alone.
"Ah, but to-day I can talk with a free conscience," I replied. "I am
lightened of my
pledge, and indeed (after what has come and gone since
morning) I would not have renewed it were it asked."
"Tell me," she said. "My cousin will not be so long."
So I told her the tale of the
lieutenant from the first step to the
last of it, making it as mirthful as I could, and, indeed, there was
matter of mirth in that absurdity.
"And I think you will be as little fitted for the rudas men as for the
pretty ladies, after all!" says she, when I had done. "But what was
your father that he could not learn you to draw the sword! It is most
ungentle; I have not heard the match of that in anyone."
"It is most misconvenient at least," said I; "and I think my father
(honest man!) must have been wool-gathering to learn me Latin in the
place of it. But you see I do the best I can, and just stand up like
Lot's wife and let them
hammer at me."
"Do you know what makes me smile?" said she. "Well, it is this. I am
made this way, that I should have been a man child. In my own thoughts
it is so I am always; and I go on telling myself about this thing that
is to
befall and that. Then it comes to the place of the fighting, and
it comes over me that I am only a girl at all events, and cannot hold a
sword or give one good blow; and then I have to twist my story round
about, so that the fighting is to stop, and yet me have the best of it,
just like you and the
lieutenant; and I am the boy that makes the fine
speeches all through, like Mr. David Balfour."
"You are a bloodthirsty maid," said I.
"Well, I know it is good to sew and spin, and to make samplers," she
said, "but if you were to do nothing else in the great world, I think
you will say yourself it is a driech business; and it is not that I
want to kill, I think. Did ever you kill anyone?"
"That I have, as it chances. Two, no less, and me still a lad that
should be at the college," said I. "But yet, in the look-back, I take
no shame for it."
"But how did you feel, then - after it?" she asked.
'"Deed, I sat down and grat like a bairn," said I.
"I know that, too," she cried. "I feel where these tears should come
from. And at any rate, I would not wish to kill, only to be Catherine
Douglas that put her arm through the staples of the bolt, where it was
broken. That is my chief hero. Would you not love to die so - for
your king?" she asked.
"Troth," said I, "my
affection for my king, God bless the puggy face of
him, is under more control; and I thought I saw death so near to me
this day already, that I am rather taken up with the notion of living."
"Right," she said, "the right mind of a man! Only you must learn arms;
I would not like to have a friend that cannot strike. But it will not
have been with the sword that you killed these two?"
"Indeed, no," said I, "but with a pair of pistols. And a fortunate
thing it was the men were so near-hand to me, for I am about as clever
with the pistols as I am with the sword."
So then she drew from me the story of our battle in the brig, which I
had omitted in my first
account of my affairs.
"Yes," said she, "you are brave. And your friend, I admire and love
him."
"Well, and I think anyone would!" said I. "He has his faults like
other folk; but he is brave and staunch and kind, God bless him! That
will be a strange day when I forget Alan." And the thought of him, and
that it was within my choice to speak with him that night, had almost
overcome me.
"And where will my head be gone that I have not told my news!" she
cried, and spoke of a letter from her father,
bearing that she might
visit him to-morrow in the castle whither he was now transferred, and
that his affairs were mending. "You do not like to hear it," said she.
"Will you judge my father and not know him?"
"I am a thousand miles from judging," I replied. "And I give you my
word I do
rejoice to know your heart is lightened. If my face fell at
all, as I suppose it must, you will allow this is rather an ill day for
compositions, and the people in power
extremely ill persons to be
compounding with. I have Simon Fraser
extremely heavy on my stomach
still."
"Ah!" she cried, "you will not be evening these two; and you should
bear in mind that Prestongrange and James More, my father, are of the
one blood."
"I never heard tell of that," said I.
"It is rather
singular how little you are acquainted with," said she.
"One part may call themselves Grant, and one Macgregor, but they are
still of the same clan. They are all the sons of Alpin, from whom, I
think, our country has its name."
"What country is that?" I asked.
"My country and yours," said she
"This is my day for discovering I think," said I, "for I always thought
the name of it was Scotland."
"Scotland is the name of what you call Ireland," she replied. "But the
old ancient true name of this place that we have our foot-soles on, and
that our bones are made of, will be Alban. It was Alban they called it
when our forefathers will be fighting for it against Rome and
Alexander; and it is called so still in your own tongue that you
forget."
"Troth," said I, "and that I never learned!" For I lacked heart to
take her up about the Macedonian.
"But your fathers and mothers talked it, one
generation with another,"
said she. "And it was sung about the cradles before you or me were
ever dreamed of; and your name remembers it still. Ah, if you could
talk that language you would find me another girl. The heart speaks in
that tongue."
I had a meal with the two ladies, all very good, served in fine old
plate, and the wine excellent, for it seems that Mrs. Ogilvy was rich.
Our talk, too, was pleasant enough; but as soon as I saw the sun
decline
sharply and the shadows to run out long, I rose to take my
leave. For my mind was now made up to say
farewell to Alan; and it was
needful I should see the trysting wood, and reconnoitre it, by
daylight. Catriona came with me as far as to the garden gate.
"It is long till I see you now?" she asked.
"It is beyond my judging," I replied. "It will be long, it may be
never."
"It may be so," said she. "And you are sorry?"
I bowed my head, looking upon her.
"So am I, at all events," said she. "I have seen you but a small time,
but I put you very high. You are true, you are brave; in time I think
you will be more of a man yet. I will be proud to hear of that. If
you should speed worse, if it will come to fall as we are afraid - O
well! think you have the one friend. Long after you are dead and me an
old wife, I will be telling the bairns about David Balfour, and my
tears
running. I will be telling how we parted, and what I said to
you, and did to you. GOD GO WITH YOU AND GUIDE YOU, PRAYS YOUR LITTLE
FRIEND: so I said - I will be telling them - and here is what I did."
She took up my hand and kissed it. This so surprised my spirits that I
cried out like one hurt. The colour came strong in her face, and she
looked at me and nodded.
"O yes, Mr. David," said she, "that is what I think of you. The head
goes with the lips."
I could read in her face high spirit, and a
chivalry like a brave
child's; not anything besides. She kissed my hand, as she had kissed
Prince Charlie's, with a higher
passion than the common kind of clay
has any sense of. Nothing before had taught me how deep I was her
lover, nor how far I had yet to climb to make her think of me in such a
character. Yet I could tell myself I had
advanced some way, and that
her heart had beat and her blood flowed at thoughts of me.
After that honour she had done me I could offer no more trivial
civility. It was even hard for me to speak; a certain lifting in her
voice had knocked directly at the door of my own tears.
"I praise God for your kindness, dear," said I. "Farewell, my little
friend!" giving her that name which she had given to herself; with
which I bowed and left her.
My way was down the glen of the Leith River, towards Stockbridge and
Silvermills. A path led in the foot of it, the water bickered and sang
in the midst; the sunbeams
overhead struck out of the west among long
shadows and (as the
valley turned) made like a new scene and a new
world of it at every corner. With Catriona behind and Alan before me,
I was like one lifted up. The place besides, and the hour, and the
talking of the water,
infinitely pleased me; and I lingered in my steps
and looked before and behind me as I went. This was the cause, under
Providence, that I spied a little in my rear a red head among some
bushes.
Anger
sprang in my heart, and I turned straight about and walked at a
stiff pace to where I came from. The path lay close by the bushes
where I had remarked the head. The cover came to the
wayside, and as I
passed I was all strung up to meet and to
resist an onfall. No such
thing
befell, I went by unmeddled with; and at that fear increased upon
me. It was still day indeed, but the place
exceedingsolitary. If my
haunters had let slip that fair occasion I could but judge they aimed
at something more than David Balfour. The lives of Alan and James
weighed upon my spirit with the weight of two grown bullocks.
Catriona was yet in the garden walking by herself.
"Catriona," said I, "you see me back again."
"With a changed face," said she.
"I carry two men's lives besides my own," said I. "It would be a sin
and shame not to walk carefully. I was
doubtful whether I did right to
come here. I would like it ill, if it was by that means we were
brought to harm."
"I could tell you one that would be
liking it less, and will like
little enough to hear you talking at this very same time," she cried.
"What have I done, at all events?"
"O, you I you are not alone," I replied. "But since I went off I have
been dogged again, and I can give you the name of him that follows me.
It is Neil, son of Duncan, your man or your father's."
"To be sure you are
mistaken there," she said, with a white face.
"Neil is in Edinburgh on errands from my father."
"It is what I fear," said I, "the last of it. But for his being in
Edinburgh I think I can show you another of that. For sure you have
some signal, a signal of need, such as would bring him to your help, if
he was
anywhere within the reach of ears and legs?"
"Why, how will you know that?" says she.
"By means of a
magical talisman God gave to me when I was born, and the
name they call it by is Common-sense," said I. "Oblige me so far as
make your signal, and I will show you the red head of Neil."
No doubt but I spoke bitter and sharp. My heart was bitter. I blamed
myself and the girl and hated both of us: her for the vile crew that
she was come of, myself for my
wanton folly to have stuck my head in
such a byke of wasps.
Catriona set her fingers to her lips and whistled once, with an
exceeding clear, strong, mounting note, as full as a ploughman's. A
while we stood silent; and I was about to ask her to repeat the same,
when I heard the sound of some one bursting through the bushes below on
the braeside. I
pointed in that direction with a smile, and presently
Neil leaped into the garden. His eyes burned, and he had a black knife
(as they call it on the Highland side) naked in his hand; but, seeing
me beside his
mistress, stood like a man struck.