THE ACCUSATION.
The next morning, soon after their early breakfast, the gatekeeper
stood in the door of Duncan MacPhail’s cottage, with a verbal
summons for Malcolm to appear before his lordship.
“An’ I’m no to lowse sicht o’ ye till ye hae put in yer appearance,”
he added; “sae gien ye dinna come peaceable, I maun gar ye.”
“Whaur’s yer warrant?” asked Malcolm coolly.
“Ye wad hae the impidence to deman’ my warrant, ye yoong sorner!”
cried Bykes indignantly. “Come yer wa’s, my man, or I s’ gar ye
smairt for ’t”
“Haud a quaiet sough, an’ gang hame for yer warrant,” said Malcolm.
“It’s lyin’ there, doobtless, or ye wadna hae daured to shaw yer
face on sic an eeran’.”
Duncan, who was dozing in his chair, awoke at the sound of high
words. His jealous affection perceived at once that Malcolm was
being insulted. He sprang to his feet, stepped swiftly to the wall,
caught down his broadsword, and rushed to the door, making the huge
weapon quiver and whir about his head as if it had been a slip of
tin-plate.
“Where is ta rascal?” he shouted. “She’ll cut him town! Show her ta
lowlan’ thief! She’ll cut him town! Who’ll be insulting her Malcolm?”
But Bykes, at first sight of the weapon, had vanished in dismay.
“Hoot toot, daddy,” said Malcolm, taking him by the arm; “there’s
naebody here. The puir cratur couldna bide the sough o’ the
claymore. He fled like the autumn wind over the stubble. There’s
Ossian for ’t.”
“Ta Lord pe praised!” cried Duncan. “She’ll be confounded her foes.
But what would ta rascal pe wanting, my son?”
Leading him back to his chair, Malcolm told him as much as he knew
of the matter.
“Ton’t you co for _no_ warrant,” said Duncan. “If my lort marquis
will pe senting for you as one chentleman sends for another, _then_
you co.”
Within an hour Bykes reappeared, accompanied by one of the gamekeepers
--an Englishman. The moment he heard the door open, Duncan caught
again at his broadsword.
“We want you, my young man,” said the gamekeeper, standing on the
threshold, with Bykes peeping over his shoulder, in an attitude
indicating one foot already lifted to run.
“What for?”
“That’s as may appear.”
“Whaur’s yer warrant?”
“There.”
“Lay ’t doon o’ the table, an’ gang back to the door, till I get
a sklent at it,” said Malcolm. “Ye’re an honest man, Wull--but I
wadna lippen a snuff-mull ’at had mair nor ae pinch intill ’t wi’
yon cooard cratur ahin’ ye.”
He was afraid of the possible consequences of his grandfather’s
indignation.
The gamekeeper did at once as he was requested, evidently both amused
with the bearing of the two men and admiring it. Having glanced at
the paper, Malcolm put it in his pocket, and whispering a word to
his grandfather, walked away with his captors.
As they went to the House, Bykes was full of threats of which he
sought to enhance the awfulness by the indefiniteness; but Will
told Malcolm as much as he knew of the matter--namely, that the
head gamekeeper, having lost some dozen of his sitting pheasants,
had enjoined a strict watch; and that Bykes, having caught sight
of Malcolm in the very act of getting over the wall, had gone and
given information against him.
No one about the premises except Bykes would have been capable of
harbouring suspicion of Malcolm; and the head gamekeeper had not
the slightest; but, knowing that his lordship found little enough
to amuse him, and anticipating some laughter from the confronting
of two such opposite characters, he had gone to the marquis with
Byke’s report,--and this was the result. His lordship was not a
magistrate, and the so-called warrant was merely a somewhat sternly
worded expression of his desire that Malcolm should appear and
answer to the charge.
The accused was led into a vaulted chamber opening from the hall
--a genuine portion, to judge from its deep low-arched recesses,
the emergence of truncated portions of two or three groins, and
the thickness of its walls, of the old monastery. Close by the door
ascended a right-angled modern staircase.
Lord Lossie entered, and took his seat in a great chair in one of
the recesses.
“So, you young jackanapes!” he said, half angry, and half amused,
“you decline to come, when I send for you, without a magistrate’s
warrant, forsooth! It looks bad to begin with, I must say!”
“Yer lordship wad never hae had me come at sic a summons as that
cankert ted (_toad_) Johnny Bykes broucht me. Gien ye had but hard
him! He spak as gien he had been sent to fess me to yer lordship
by the scruff o’ the neck, an’ I didna believe yer lordship wad
do sic a thing. Ony gait, I wasna gauin’ to stan’ that. Ye wad hae
thocht him a cornel at the sma’est, an’ me a wheen heerin’-guts.
But it _wad_ hae garred ye lauch, my lord, to see hoo the body ran
whan my blin’ gran’father--he canna bide onybody interferin’ wi’
me--made at him wi’ his braid-swoord!”
“Ye leein’ rascal!” cried Bykes; “--_me_ feared at an auld spidder,
’at hasna breath eneuch to fill the bag o’ ’s pipes!”
“Caw canny, Johnny Bykes. Gien ye say an ill word o’ my gran’father,
I s’ gie your neck a thraw--an’ that the meenute we’re oot o’
’s lordship’s presence.”
“Threits! my lord,” said the gatekeeper, appealing.
“And well merited,” returned his lordship. “--Well, then,” he went
on, again addressing Malcolm, “What have you to say for yourself
in regard of stealing my brood pheasants?”
“Maister MacPherson,” said Malcolm, with an inclination of his head
towards the gamekeeper, “micht ha’ fun’ a fitter neuk to fling that
dirt intill. ’Deed, my lord, it’s sae ridic’lous, it hardly angers
me. A man ’at can hae a’ the fish i’ the haill ocean for the takin’
o’ them, to be sic a sneck-drawin’ contemptible vratch as tak yer
lordship’s bonny hen-craturs frae their chuckies--no to mention
the sin o ’t!--it’s past an honest man’s denyin’, my lord. An’
Maister MacPherson kens better, for luik at him lauchin’ in ’s ain
sleeve.”
“Well, we’ve no proof of it,” said the marquis; “but what do you
say to the charge of trespass?”
“The policies hae aye been open to honest fowk, my lord.”
“Then where was the necessity for getting in over the wall!”
“I beg yer pardon, my lord: ye hae nae proof agen me o’ that aither.”
“Daur ye tell _me_,” cried Bykes, recovering himself, “’at I didna
see ye wi’ my twa een, loup the dyke aneth the temple--ay, an
something flutterin’ unco like bird-wings i’ yer han’?”
“Oot or in, Johnny Bykes?”
“Ow! oot.”
“I _did_ loup the dyke my lord; but it was _oot_, no _in_.”
“How did you get in then?” asked the marquis.
“I gat in, my lord,” began Malcolm, and ceased.
“How did you get in?” repeated the marquis.
“Ow! there’s mony w’ys o’ winnin’ in, my lord. The last time I cam
in but ane, it was ’maist ower the carcass o’ Johnny there, wha wad
fain hae hauden me oot, only he hadna my blin’ daddy ahint him to
ile ’s jints.”
“An’ dinna ye ca’ _that_ brakin’ in?” said Bykes.
“Na; there was naething to brak, ’cep it had been your banes, Johnny;
an’ that wad hae been a peety--they’re sae guid for rinnin wi’.”
“You had no right to enter against the will of my gatekeeper,” said
his lordship. “What is a gatekeeper for?”
“I had a richt, my lord, sae lang ’s I was upo’ my leddy’s business.”
“And what was my lady’s business, pray?” questioned the marquis.
“I faun’ a buik upo’ the links, my lord, which was like to be
hers, wi’ the twa beasts ’at stans at yer lordship’s door inside
the brod (_board_) o’ ’t. An’ sae it turned oot to be whan I took it
up to the Hoose. There’s the half-croon she gae me.”
Little did Malcolm think where the daintiest of pearly ears
were listening, and the brightest of blue eyes looking down, half
in merriment, a quarter in anxiety, and the remaining quarter in
interest! On a landing half way up the stair, stood Lady Florimel,
peeping over the balusters, afraid to fix her eyes upon him lest
she should make him look up.
“Yes, yes, I daresay!” acquiesced the marquis; “but,” he persisted,
“what I want to know is, how you got in that time. You seem to have
some reluctance to answer the question.”
“Weel, I hey, my lord.”
“Then I must insist on your doing so.”
“Weel, I jist winna, my lord. It was a’ straucht foret an’ fair;
an’ gien yer lordship war i’ my place, ye wadna say mair yersel’.”
“He’s been after one of the girls about the place,” whispered the
marquis to the gamekeeper.
“Speir at him, my lord, gien ’t please yer lordship, what it was
he hed in ’s han’ whan he lap the park-wa’,” said Bykes.
“Gien ’t be a’ ane till ’s lordship,” said Malcolm, without looking
at Bykes, “it wad be better no to speir, for it gangs sair agen me
to refeese him.”
“I should like to know,” said the marquis.
“Ye maun trust me, my lord, that I was efter no ill. I gie ye my
word for that, my lord.”
“But how am I to know what your word is worth?” returned Lord
Lossie, well pleased with the dignity of the youth’s behaviour.
“To ken what a body’s word ’s worth ye maun trust him first, my lord.
It’s no muckle trust I want o’ ye: it comes but to this--that I
hae rizzons, guid to me, an’ no ill to you gien ye kent them, for
_not_ answerin’ yer lordship’s questons. I’m no denyin’ a word ’at
Johnny Bykes says. I never hard the cratur ca’d a leear. He’s but
a cantankerous argle-barglous body--no fit to be a gatekeeper
’cep it was up upo’ the Binn-side, whaur ’maist naebody gangs oot
or in. He wad maybe be safter-hertit till a fellow-cratur syne.”
“Would you have him let in all the tramps in the country?” said
the marquis.
“Deil ane o’ them, my lord; but I wad hae him no trouble the likes
o’ me ’at fesses the fish to your lordship’s brakfast: sic ’s no
like to be efter mischeef.”
“There is some glimmer of sense in what you say,” returned his
lordship. “But you know it won’t do to let anybody that pleases
get over the park-walls. Why didn’t you go out at the gate?”
“The burn was atween me an’ hit, an’ it’s a lang road roon’.”
“Well, I must lay some penalty upon you, to deter others,” said
the marquis.
“Verra well, my lord. Sae lang ’s it’s fair, I s’ bide it ohn
grutten (_without weeping_).”
“It shan’t be too hard. It’s just this--to give John Bykes the
thrashing he deserves, as soon as you’re out of sight of the House.”
“Na, na, my lord; I canna do that,” said Malcolm.
“So you’re afraid of him, after all!”
“Feared at Johnnie Bykes, my lord! Ha! ha!”
“You threatened him a minute ago, and now, when I give you leave
to thrash him, you decline the honour!”
“The disgrace, my lord. He’s an aulder man, an’ no abune half the
size. But fegs! gien he says anither word agen my gran’father, I
_will_ gie ’s neck a bit thraw.”
“Well, well, be off with you both,” said the marquis rising.
No one heard the rustle of Lady Florimel’s dress as she sped up the
stair, thinking with herself how very odd it was to have a secret
with a fisherman; for a secret it was, seeing the reticence of
Malcolm had been a relief to her, when she shrunk from what seemed
the imminent mention of her name in the affair before the servants.
She had even felt a touch of mingled admiration and gratitude when
she found what a faithful squire he was--capable of an absolute
obstinacy indeed, where she was concerned. For her own sake as well
as his she was glad that he had got off so well, for otherwise she
would have felt bound to tell her father the whole story, and she
was not at all so sure as Malcolm that he would have been satisfied
with his _reasons_, and would not have been indignant with the fellow
for presuming even to be silent concerning his daughter. Indeed
Lady Florimel herself felt somewhat irritated with him, as having
brought her into the awkward situation of sharing a secret with a
youth of his position.