CHAPTER XXIV

The next day, Elspa Ruet, under the escorting of my grandfather, was

minded to have gone home to Crail, but the news that John Knox was to

preach on the morrow at St Andrews had spread far and wide; no man could

tell by what wonderful reverberation the tidings had awakened the whole

land. From all quarters droves of the Reformed and the pious came

pressing to the gates of the city, like sheep to the fold and doves to

the windows. The Archbishop and the priests and friars were smitten with

dread and consternation; the doom of their fortunes was evident in the

distraction of their minds--but the Earl of Argyle and the Lord James

Stuart, at the priory, remained calm and collected.

Foreseeing that the step they had taken would soon be visited by the

wrath of the Queen Regent, they resolved to prepare for the worst, and

my grandfather was ordered to hold himself in readiness for a journey.

Thus was he prevented from going to Crail with Elspa Ruet, who, with a

heavy heart, went back in the evening with the man and horses that

brought the Reformer to the town. For John Knox, though under the ban of

outlawry, was so encouraged with inward assurances from on High, that he

came openly to the gate, and passed up the crown of the causey on to the

priory, in the presence of the Archbishop's guards, of all the people,

and of the astonished and dismayed priesthood.

As soon as the Antichrist heard of his arrival, he gave orders for all

his armed retainers, to the number of more than a hundred men-at-arms,

to assemble in the cloisters of the monastery of the Blackfriars; for he

was a man of a soldierly spirit, and though a loose and immoral

churchman, would have made a valiant warrior; and going thither himself,

he thence sent word to the Lord James Stuart at the priory, that if John

Knox dared to preach in the cathedral, as was threatened, he would order

his guard to fire on him in the pulpit.

My grandfather, with others of the retinue of the two noblemen, had

accompanied the Archbishop's messenger into the Prior's chamber, where

they were sitting with John Knox when this bold challenge to the

champion of Christ's cause was delivered; and it was plain that both

Argyle and the Lord James were daunted by it, for they well knew the

fearlessness and the fierceness of their consecrated adversary.

After the messenger had retired, and the Lord James, in a particular

manner, had tacitly signified to my grandfather to remain in the room,

and had taken a slip of paper, he began to write thereon, while Argyle

said to the Reformer,--

"Master Knox, this is what we could na but expect; and though it may

seem like a misdooting of our cause now to desist, I'm in a swither if

ye should mak the attempt to preach."

The Reformer made no answer; and the Lord James, laying down his pen,

also said, "My thoughts run wi' Argyle's,--considering the weakness of

our train and the Archbishop's preparations, with his own regardless

character,--I do think we should for a while rest in our intent. The

Queen Regent has come to Falkland wi' her French force, and we are in

no condition to oppose their entrance into the town; besides, your

appearance in the pulpit may lead to the sacrifice of your own most

precious life, and the lives of many others who will no doubt stand

forth in your defence. Whether, therefore, you ought, in such a

predicament, to think of preaching, is a thing to be well considered."

"In the strength of the Lord," exclaimed John Knox, with the voice of an

apostle, "I will preach. God is my witness that I never preached in

contempt of any man, nor would I willingly injure any creature; but I

cannot delay my call to-morrow if I am not hindered by violence. As for

the fear of danger that may come to me, let no man be solicitous; for my

life is in the custody of HIM whose glory I seek, and threats will not

deter me from my duty when Heaven so offereth the occasion. I desire

neither the hand nor the weapon of man to defend me; I only crave

audience, which, if it be denied to me here at this time, I must seek

where I may have it."

The manner and confidence with which this was spoken silenced and

rebuked the two temporal noblemen, and they offered no more

remonstrance, but submitted as servants, to pave the way for this intent

of his courageous piety. Accordingly, after remaining a short time, as

if in expectation to hear what the Earl of Argyle might further have to

say, the Lord James Stuart took up his pen again, and when he had

completed his writing, he gave the paper to my grandfather (it was a

list of some ten or twelve names) saying, "Make haste, Gilhaize, and let

these, our friends in Angus, know the state of peril in which we stand.

Tell them what has chanced; how the gauntlet is thrown; and that our

champion has taken it up, and is prepared for the onset."

My grandfather forthwith departed on his errand, and spared not the spur

till he had delivered his message to every one whose names were written

in the paper; and their souls were kindled and the spirit of the Lord

quickened in their hearts.

The roads sparkled with the feet of summoning horsemen, and the towns

rung with the sound of warlike preparations.

On the third day, towards the afternoon, my grandfather embarked at

Dundee on his return, and was landed at the Fife water-side. There were

many in the boat with him; and it was remarked by some among them, that,

for several days, no one had been observed to smile, and that all men

seemed in the expectation of some great event.

The weather being loun and very sultry, he travelled slowly with those

who were bound for St Andrews, conversing with them on the troubles of

the time, and the clouds that were gathering and darkening over poor

Scotland; but every one spoke from the faith of his own bosom, that the

terrors of the storm would not be of long duration--so confident were

those unlettered men of the goodness of Christ's cause in that epoch of

tribulation.

While they were thus communing together, they came in sight of the city,

with its coronal of golden spires, and Babylonian pride of idolatrous

towers, and they halted for a moment to contemplate the gorgeous

insolence with which Antichrist had there built up and invested the

blood-stained throne of his blasphemous usurpation.

"The walls of Jericho," said one of the travellers, "fell at the sound

but of ram's horns, and shall yon Babel withstand the preaching of John

Knox?"

Scarcely had he said the words, when the glory of its magnificence was

wrapt with a shroud of dust; a dreadful peal of thunder came rolling

soon after, though not a spark of vapour was seen in all the ether of

the blue sky; and the rumble of a dreadful destruction was then heard.

My grandfather clapped spurs to his horse, and galloped on towards the

town. The clouds rose thicker and filled the whole air. Shouts and

cries, as he drew near, were mingled with the crash of falling edifices.

The earth trembled, and his horse stood still, regardless of the rowels,

as if it had seen the angel of the Lord standing in his way. On all

sides monks and nuns came flying from the town, wringing their hands as

if the horrors of the last judgment had surprised them in their sins.

The guards of the Archbishop were scattered among them like chaff in the

swirl of the wind: then his Grace came himself on Sir David Hamilton's

fleet mare, with Sir David and divers of his household fast following.

The wrath of heaven was behind them, and they rattled past my

grandfather like the distempered phantoms that hurry through the dreams

of dying men.

My grandfather's horse at last obeyed the spur, and he rode on and into

the city, the gates of which were deserted. There he beheld on all sides

that the Lord had indeed put the besom of destruction into the hands of

the Reformers; and that not one of all the buildings which had been

polluted by the papistry--no, not one--had escaped the erasing

fierceness of its ruinous sweep. The presence of the magistrates lent

the grace of authority to the zeal of the people, and all things were

done in order. The idols were torn down from the altars, and

deliberately broken by the children with hammers into pieces. There was

no speaking; all was done in silence; the noise of the falling churches,

the rending of the shrines, and the breaking of the images were the only

sounds heard. But for all that, the zeal of not a few was, even in the

midst of their dread solemnity, alloyed with covetousness. My

grandfather himself saw one of the town-council slip the bald head, in

silver, of one of the twelve apostles into his pouch.

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