CHAPTER XII.

WHO PRUDENTIA'S SPOUSE PROVED TO BE.

The moon shone palely through a thin white haze that floated over the

Elbe; the level shore lay all sunk in dark shadow, and its reflection

in the water was darker still. The river had still the same white

appearance, and, where edged by the moonbeams, the drooping foliage

of the group of willows seemed turned to bright crystal.

"Zounds!" thought I; "if it should really prove a husband, after

all!" and I could not repress a sensation of bitterness and jealousy,

when I saw Prudentia in close conversation with a tall, swinging

fellow.

A brighter gleam of the moon revealed this person to me; he was a

richly accoutred cavalier, and, being partly armed, his polished

corslet glittered, and his white plumes were nodding in the breeze.

"Oho!" said I; "this is neither a citizen who keeps a booth in the

Bürger-platz, nor a citizen's messenger; but a stout fellow who, like

myself, feeds him with the blade of his good bilbo." Then, all at

once, a horrible suspicion came over me. "Heavens! if Prudentia is

the spy Sir David Drummond referred to! It must be so--else, whence

all this mystery and contradiction?"

I cocked one of M'Gillvray's pistols, blew the match, and,

considering that my suspicions warranted a closer examination,

advanced boldly with my sword drawn, and discovered that a low flat

boat, with six armed men, was concealed close by among the sedges of

the bank.

"Now, sir, what seek you here?" I asked the tall cavalier, who wore a

broad hat with white feathers, and over whose shoulder I recognised

the crimson and gold scarf of our enemies, the Imperialists.

The stranger, who was an eminently handsome man, though advanced in

years, passed a hand hurriedly across his brow, but left the señora

to reply, which she did by laying a hand upon her poniard, and

demanding of me, with considerable asperity, if it was thus I kept my

word?

"Señora," said I, "my good-nature has been imposed upon; while I was

told that you were, what I could not believe you to be--the wife of a

citizen; or rather, while I believed you to be but an actress, I kept

my post without advancing one step; but when I had every reason to

believe that you were betraying me, by conversing with an Imperialist

officer, I considered it my duty to come hither and arrest him."

"In time of truce!" said the cavalier, hastily.

"Truce, or no truce--yield, or I will shoot you through the head."

The Imperialist uttered a loud laugh.

"Stay, my young callant," said he, unsheathing his long toledo, and

speaking with a strong Scottish accent; "I hope my convenience is to

be consulted a little, both in the matter of shooting and taking."

"A Scot!" said I; "and under the banner of the Emperor Ferdinand?"

"When you see the Scottish musketeers of Leslie, Gordon, and

Carlstien in order of battle, you will find that Scots are no rarity

in Austria. Yes, young gentleman," said he emphatically, lowering

the point of his rapier; "a brother Scot, but, like yourself perhaps,

a poor soldier of fortune. Come, let us be friends. Your hand, for

I love your spirit; and my heart warms at the sight of the tartan, as

at the face of an old friend whom one has not seen for many a year.

You serve the Chief of the Protestant League--I the Catholic Emperor;

but we have come from the same land, and in boyhood may have climbed

the same hill, and trod on the same heather. The fortune of war

which places me in thy power to-day, may place thee in mine

to-morrow; so let us never forget that we are kindly Scots, and that

off the battlefield all soldiers are brothers. Seek not to know my

errand, but return to your guard, which the señora tells me you have

so foolishly left (under old Tilly, or the Count of Carlstien, that

would involve the penalty of death); but return before you are

discovered, and return with the conviction that you have had a narrow

escape, for in my boat are six desperate fellows, who at a word from

me would have blown you to pieces with their calivers. Excuse me,

sir, if, instead of my name, and as a small gift to a countryman, I

bestow on you this gold chain;" and, as he concluded, he threw around

my neck a heavy chain, which adorned his own, bowed to the señora,

sprang on board of his boat, and in another moment I saw the blades

of the muffled oars plashing, as six rowers pulled hastily away

towards the Bremen side of the Elbe.

I again offered my hand to the dancer, and led her back towards the

town. After we had proceeded a little way in silence, which I

suppose she found somewhat tiresome--

"Ah, señor!" said she, "you no longer talk with me. I perceive you

are displeased."

"Nay, señora; but I am grieved."

"At what? That I am not a citizen's wife?"

"No; but at your capability, pardon me--for deceit."

"Ah señor, there is no deceit in serving one's country, or one's

religion; and, in serving the Emperor, I aid the cause of both."

"But to be a spy--a spy! oh it is an occupation so base, so horrible,

that the person proved to be one, is deemed worthy of instant

hanging, without judge or jury, mercy or remorse."

"You tell me this," said she, pausing suddenly; "and yet I am going

back among you."

As she spoke, the winning softness of the woman disappeared from her

blue--almost black--eyes, and a red dusky fire, such as might have

filled the orbs of a fallen angel, sparkled in them; and she placed

her hand in her bosom, where the dagger was concealed.

"Trust to me, señora," said I, "rather than to that holiday poniard,

which, to say the least of it----"

"I trusted at yonder willows, and was deceived. You gave me your

word----"

"Not to interrupt your tête-a-tête, with Reichardt, who sells

groceries in the Burger-platz, or his messenger; but I knew not that

the latter would come in the shape of an Imperialist officer."

The fire of her eyes passed away, and they assumed a pensive and

caressing expression.

"Señor, you task my temper too much," she said, in a broken voice; "I

take Heaven--el Altissimo Dios--witness, that I am a poor but honest

girl--a poor actress, and the victim of circumstances. I appear

richly dressed, with jewels on my brow and smiles on my face; the

bright lights are before me, and the gay scenery behind. I see a

thousand admiring eyes; I sing--I seem happy; but oh, señor, this is

often with an aching heart, and withal my life is miserable."

"And yet," said I, moved to hear a sob from this creature of so many

impulses--"and yet I have heard you singing so merrily at times."

"Every heart will have at least a placid moment among its many sad

hours, and I have mine. One day you may know all my secrets; but not

now--not now--here is the gate."

"Ah, señora! after our adventure of to-night, surely you do not mean

to preserve your incognito towards me? What is the secret of that

confounded door, which has so puzzled me, and made me the

laughing-stock of my friends?"

"If I should decline, in revenge you will perhaps discover me to the

burgomaster, who would pull yonder house down to reach me."

"Oh, horror! betray you! can you harbour such a thought? Then do

not tell me--farewell--I have no wish to know----"

"I love your frankness, and will tell you. On reaching the first

landing-place of the stair, remember to pursue the passage to the

left--look behind the first door on the right, and press a black spot

which you will perceive on the wall. To-morrow I will expect you; a

million of thanks for your kind escort, and for to-night, my dear

señor--adieu!"

She kissed her hand to me gracefully, sprang through the klinket of

the barrier, and had disappeared before Gillian M'Bane, could

challenge her approach.

"Quick to your post, Craigrollo," cried he; "for the governor is

going his rounds--he is approaching."

I heard the piper of the guard playing the salute, and in the

moonlight saw Diarmed M'Gillvray drawing up the ranks under arms. I

hurried to my place in front, just as the governor, Sir David

Drummond, a grey old soldier, wearing a broad beaver hat garnished

with a white feather, and having a white sheepskin doublet over his

buff coat, rode up, attended by two of Rittmaster Hume's regiment of

horse.

"Young cavalier," said he, "I pray you keep sure watch and ward; see

that all ingress and egress is prevented, for there are spies in the

city, and the very route of our troops to join the army is known the

moment it is written. Believe me, sir, my most secret orders are

revealed. I dare scarcely think of them, and much less write them,

for some demon seems to inhabit Glückstadt."

My heart tingled, and my cheek reddened with shame, as he rode off.

My soldiers, especially M'Gillvray and M'Bane, had seen the little

actress, and, if they betrayed us, both she and I were lost. But,

happily, they were all related to that great federal tribe to which

my mother belonged--the brave Clanchattan; and thus, in security, I

rolled my plaid around me, and lay down on the hard bench in the

guard-room, to dream of Prudentia, and the pleasures of the coming

day.

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