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CHAPTER XXXVII. I

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CHAPTER XXXVII. I Whom God Hath Touched. I was a Scottish siege so picturesque as jj a'l in the broad summer Aeather-^ tbe wide peasant Strath of Dee glowing under tbe August » D» ttnd the knights of the king's court riding *•« every morning decked aa to a toum&y. Wevertheleas day followed day, and Malise etted in hja smithy, or used-words in the 'Oauest Galloway to tbe King himself—-which, ■"d they been understood of the monarch, might damaged the good intent there was between j B and smith. For they were both fiery by Ore, f-tid Malise cared just as little for what j ftttjes Stewart thought as James Stewart did for bat was the opinion of bis new ally and master "a»OQrer. ^Qt a<i for the effect of all they let loose upon ku6 the great bolts that were shot from o slinga and catapults, the crackings of thenaw ^Wder engines, and the firing of tow-headed 8en* blazing across the river, the might all just as well have blown their or sneezed onoe or twice in tbe direction ?/70l'8ve, for all the progress they made in the ,tilt of it. Ie For Sholto, having had his timea to make had used them as none knew better than ? "Ow to do. He had fortified the whole area « the island with a wall, adding at the weaker Waces one wall behind another, and leaving » between, which at pleasure he could fill i water. More than that, all tbe ground I PPPosite, on the other side of tbe river of Dee j *d been cleared of cover and made bare as J)e palm of one'B band. So that si any moment, Sholto holding as it was, the short iauer lines, j having the breadth of the Water of Dee on sides of him, could, by drawiag his men atop any rush that wa« made closer to 'he water's side. So that the defenders firing torn perfect cover, and .with resist for their «onxe culverins and little irodfnsiis did infinite jwnagejto tbe king's men without reserving BO rp*1 ttB a scratch themselves. •The King, following the advice of his chief th was *or tbe B'ow 8 van cement of work by parallels and cross trenches to the ,rlide-and then, a dash through, and a rush With ladders for the eaolade out when my father board this he was very ry, or, rather in a state betwixt laughter and XuRor. Why let tbem," hecried (and you mighthaVe him on Gairusmorei let tbem gather all ,j|e naims from the burgh schools of Scotland. all 'ads the monks are teaohing to pat frocks their hardies, also all the cow-berda and ™ 'be goose-berds, For theso are exceedingly in the use of tbe 1 biilit-gun,' that deadly *?apon made of the bark of the bore-tree. Tben wads of tow, well chewed, let them practise the fortress of Thrieve. After that, like ■erioho, the walls thereof may have a better of falling down. But aa to this folly of e King's, there are no words which he will *nderatand to tell him how foolish it is. Never- Jhelesa, I will try. But, ah—if I could speak to 'n the Qallowa' Then he wad think but •"tie o' himseiV' So Malise McKim went to the King. *t was, they say, a stormy time Fo^ the King, Qian of wrath from his youth up, could listen I to no man. And aB for Malise, my JjWher—well, by this tifne the world kuns MaliBe J?6 Smith even better than James of the Fiery «*ce. c i" 1 tell yoa, King of Scots," Baid Malise,, j*?ping his bands tightly over the axe-pike he .been in act to make, broad-bladed and like a falcon. 1 tell you plainly tbat ttiay take up your tents and kitchen cullen- remove your blazons and shields hung on Pear shafts. Stands Thrieve ever a whit le3S "onch for these ? Months you have been here, never the nearer by a yard. Also James of is on foot again. My son Herries who the long sight, saw him yesterday (no further Rone) directing the archers to mark down yonr tt, sotliers upon the brae opposite the ford to e south, and in ten minutes there was not a •tan upright upon his legs among the little pivot, Rons, also the oxen that drew them were all dead ,too. Good, my master armourer, said the King, 'B matter in what you Bay, as well as fy0*6 insolence, whieb for this time I pardon in Ufa whom ye have been serving all your Bide there. King James," cried Malise. I nav«, it fa true, a death quarrel with the man bonder—James Douglas. But I was born under Another Douglas-aye, ia the year of Otterburn he at whose funeral they led Percy captive. Ouder 111X Earla have 1 served. Good men and men were they all- bucklers to their king, •^triers against England. These have I served my life, and now at the end this man hath cut off from mine own loyalty as with a deadly Wow. But hark ye, King of Scots, my quarrel j* with the man, and not with the House of ^"Rlaa, tbopgh in my rage I may have said other of it. Nevertheless, I will aid yon to oriog yonder castle to the ground, and the man it to the rope's-end or the edge of the sword that which he hath wrought to me and mine. Almost at Arkinholm my right hand had saved /OO the trouble, bnt someone—I remember not •"Ml who—cam* between me and my ven< Seance The old smith drew his hand slowly over his ab if to clear his brain from Bome encom- PMsiag cloud, posaibly the same reek of hate and which had so nearly turned another 7*n—aa I read in the chronicle which hath been IUen by the lady Margaret herself. was—I saw it not always, but chiefly ^n«n he sat brooding and thinking over his **oi»g8—a certain glowing madness or capacity •or oaadoess in my father, ordinlrily covered up, but ready to break forth at the least njontion of the name of James Douglas. As to daughter, it was otherwise, for he would start suddenly from his chair, or perhaps from a ?*y-dream on a coo) hearth in the smithy, his back against the wall and hie bead deep sank ,n his beard. II Where is Magdalen 7" was ever his cry Rood wife, where is our Magdalen ? I bidj Joo tell me. 'Tis some time since she went out. bides over late on the bills." But there was none to answer as to where —Jjfdalen might be found. ..Meanwhile, all unwitting of this, the King and suite stood watching. James Stewart, having certain curious sympathy for the sorrow of the *B>ith, quieted those benind him with a torn of hand—the which, perhapB because it was tbe "*Dae that bad treacherously slain his best friend *na! greatest Bubject, was not to be regarded ,i i*»a' a certain awe. Why, Master Armourer," said the King, more 'tis very well in a proven man of war Malise of Carlinwark and Mollanes to eornr,aead us young men to return to our wives' Petticoat tails and the surcots and pearled veils Our sweethearts. He hath done his day's Six great lords hath he served—bettor, r ÐØ, than they served the crown At this Malise interrupted once more. *«t, did not yaar gran'tber, young man, one of his daughters upon an Bad ~°HRlas, and never thought himself or her the worse ? Nay, b? what other means doth the JtoWn of the Bruce sit upon your own head, »*mes Stewart, and the first o* your race had not. it. pinned to the bolster of a bride-bed ?" King frowned and then laughed. True," he said, true indeed——. And so rV* we all come from Eve the wife of a gardeDer, had never a bolster at all, nor pillow whereon ? lay her bead. Yet for tbe life df me, Master j^nouier. I cannot see that Buch talk as thine ^'nRs down the walls of Thrieve any faster than tti P°or arbalaBts and bombardB." Before answering, the Smith passed his band pCroiB his brow as if to clear his mind. In these 2*tter days this had become a fashion with him. seemed to get bagged in bis own words, and hen after a while to return with a sodden *rt to the gloomy vengeance to which he had *°wea Ws days.. „ Give me till to-morrow, my Lord the King, I • »*id with more gentleness. "I have somewhat r* *ny head here if only I can disentangle it. f*«lled, it is, and knotted, bat it will lead ns •O'newhither. But first I would speak with my sons—nsy (hs added quickly, correcting lr4"lf) with six only-Sholto, the best of OJI, is J?' yonder. Yet (he added), it is strange,! have "5* cannot curse Sholto." turned gently about, a milder mood being Pon him. ^our Majesty and gentlemen," he said, I your pardon if one to whom God has left w £ brawn than brain, more weight than ta k ttore choler than courtesy, hath used words 1lllt Ubrt Yoar gentrioe. It was far from his intent. to w 0DK nsage, old Malise McKim iB grown aRh as his own smith's apron. Yet if he can "BiOier out tbe thought tbat is in his head, yon 8b tower of Thrieve Bhall fall. And, if God *ve strength to this right arm and enough good shftiP lhe °f Scots, James Douglas Io> ^'e ^op'8 death—for what be bath dont — T wbat be bath done—what was it tbat be did ? I forget. gentlemen. Truly, I forget But it vv j something be shall die for—yes, die for. But* a° man> and everything goes from me. to-morrow we McKimB shall have this te ^K^t of mine hammered out and weJded and to be put before your Majesty, shall hea^ of~ my little wfnch Magdalen, it and • B°- She waB BO beautiful, gentlemen, *»iis 'ooooent-n-and Bat long upon my knees Rer>fi acms about my neck. But she is dead, j She is dead, and the angels took her. ftn old man, a very old man, gentlemen all ^Prar you forgive me." as tK *a^ating with his bonnet brought as low knee in the palm of his right band, wbich if.i- 0 corteous fashion of the ancient time, M '*e of the Strong Thews, my good father, of 5 bim> bis great band upon tbe shoulder *s n rri8.s> ^'a «on> not for support, but lalhtfc A '"ight walk with a staff. aB>y that the king gently laid bis on hU-own brow, jB^yjpg, B. foam$ -in speech with him, my lords. God hath touched the old man, or his trouble of mind. mayhap. He is strong as Samson. His bodily strength is not abated. Only at times, as ye see, there is a lack. Therefore, provoke him not. For whoso doth, it is at bis own peril. His wife shall be a widow, bit; soni to it& own place, and that with- out benefit of clery-of which, to my ripa knowledge the feck of you stand in sor.) need."

CHAPTER XXXVIII.

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