THE GAGE OF BATTLE.
"In an evil hour I left her,
Left her! more I need not say;
Since in my absence came another
Lover, all my peace to slay.
I a captive, he a freeman,
Ah! our fates how different;
Since your arm hath made me captive,
See how justly I lament."
CALDERSON'S _Constant Prince_
Above the clang of steel and the trampling of feet, a voice was heard
that thrilled Jane to the heart; and though feeble, aided by the iron
railing of the bar, she suddenly arose, with her hands outstretched
and her beautiful eyes bent towards the doorway, where the
pike-points were glittering above the heads of the crowd. Love and
despair gave to her aspect a courage and sublimity which vividly
impressed the hearts of all. Between the thick stone mullions and
grotesque tracery of a tall gothic window, and through the painted
glass, the forenoon sun shone bright and joyously, lighting up her
features with a radiance and beauty, the more remarkable by the
fantastic prisms of the oriel, and she stood like a beautiful
Pythoness.
As she turned away, Redhall ventured to gaze upon her, which he had
not yet dared to do; for he felt that he trembled whenever her glance
fell on him. She was but the spectre of what she was, and it was he
that had made that havoc! A beautiful though hectic colour had
momentarily replaced her frightful pallor, but he knew the emotion
that caused it. The old whirlwind of passion arose in his heart, and
he sank into a chair.
The clank of armour, the noise and swaying to and fro of the crowd
continued.
"A rescue!" said the president, and all his brother senators drew
towards him, and grew pale.
"Nay, think not of it, my lord," said one, the Knight of Auldhame,
loosening his sword in its sheath; "for those lances of Sir Andrew
Preston are more than guard enough."
At that moment Roland Vipont, master of the king's ordnance, broke
through the mass of people, and approached the bench, with his armour
rattling and his spurs clanking as he walked. He was cap-à-pié, with
his visor up, and his plume was covered by the dust of a long summer
march. With his sword drawn in one hand, and his gauntlet in the
other, he appeared before the startled tribunal.
Ghastly and pale with fury and fatigue, he looked grimly at the bench
beneath the steel bars of his aventayle; and with an air which he
alone, above all the Scottish noblesse possessed, confronted them
like one valiant Trojan in a Grecian camp.
"Father Abbot, my Lord President, justice--I sue for justice!" said
he.
"And how darest thou come hither in armour to seek it?" demanded the
president, with kindling eyes.
"Armour is my garb, because I am a knight and the king's soldier;
besides, I dare do whatever becometh a Scottish man," replied Vipont;
"and I this day stand before you to demand justice at the sword's
point!"
"It has already been given!"
"Priest and judge though them art, I tell thee them liest! And here
I lay down the gage of battle in accordance with the laws of
Scotland, of justice, and of chivalry, binding myself to maintain
with the edge of this good sword, and by the aid of the blessed God,
on foot or on horseback, in the lists of Edinburgh, or at the
Gallowlee of Leith, that Lady Jane Seton is pure and innocent of the
crimes alleged against her--pure as when Heaven created her, and that
all men who uphold the contrary lie--foully lie! Here lies my
glove!" and he hurled the steel gauntlet on the table with a clash
which made the clerks of the court start from their seats with
dismay; for, like all limbs of the law, they had a mortal aversion to
cold iron in every shape.
There was a momentary pause; and Redhall, who gazed with gloating
eyes upon the lover's agony, felt half-inclined to take up the gage,
for notwithstanding his unruly passions and studied vengeance, he was
both brave and rash; but the stern voice of the president arrested
him, saying--
"Sir Roland Vipont, this claim for the ordeal of battle comes too
late, and cannot be admitted. She has fully and amply confessed;
besides, this man hath found the mark of hell upon her bosom!"
"Her bosom--this man--John Dargavel!" exclaimed Roland, startled on
perceiving the person whom he had compelled to swallow his own poison.
"Nay--no John Dargavel, but a reputable officer of court," said the
president, who felt some compassion for the agony expressed in the
young man's face.
"A villain, who excited the lieges to rebellion in Douglasdale, and
to a resistance of the royal standard, which occasioned me the
killing and wounding of a dozen brave soldiers."
"We have had enough of this," said the president, impatiently; "the
poor youth is so blind with passion, that he would not know a hawk
from the heronshaw. Break up the court. Away, sir! torture hath
been applied, and the ends of justice are satisfied."
"Torture--justice!" reiterated Roland, in a voice like a shriek, and
looking with terror at Jane, who stretched her feeble arms
imploringly towards him. "Lord, Lord, look down upon me, and
preserve my senses. Oh, have ye dared---- Cowards and slaves! is it
justice by rack and torture to wrench confession from the lips of a
poor and helpless woman? Smooth-fronted villains, is there not one
among ye who will dare to take up my gage? Sir William of Balwearie,
Sir John of Lundie, Sir Adam Otterburn of Auldhame, do you hear me?"
Not one of the seven lay senators moved.
"Truly, thou art either a madman or a hero!" said the old president,
gazing on the armed knight with admiration; "but doom hath been
pronounced, and the sorceress must die!"
"_Die!_" repeated Roland, with a fierce smile. "And coldly thou
sayest this? Oh, lord abbot! dastard judge! dost forget that thou
growest old, and a day cometh when thou too shalt die, and be called
to account for this misused authority. Art thou a god to create,
that thou darest thus coolly to destroy; not like a gallant soldier
in the heat of battle--but coldly, calmly, and without anger? But I
see it all now; and though this moment be my last, I will avenge Jane
Seton on Redhall--the angel on the demon! See how the pale coward is
before the brave man! Art thou blanched, Sir Adam, with fear, with
fasting, or remorse? Wretch and villain! who makest use of the laws
to cloak thine own infamous projects of lust, ambition, and revenge;
thus in face of thy deluded compeers, the just God gives thee over to
me--at last--at last I have thee!"
And rushing upon the lord advocate with his long sword drawn back for
a deadly thrust, he had infallibly run him through the body, had not
two of the provost's guard resolutely interposed their halberts, the
heads of which he hewed off by one blow.
"Oh, the fule!" said the host of the _Cross and Gillstoup_, who was
among the crowd. "My thirty crowns! I may whistle on my thumb for
them noo!"
A cry of mingled fear and admiration arose from the people; it
drowned poor Jane's far wilder one of terror: and she made frantic
efforts to free herself from the arquebusiers, and to succour or die
with her brave lover, who, on being pinned against the wall with more
than twenty long pikes, was soon beaten down, pinioned and disarmed.
As he fell, Jane thought they had killed him, and uttered a cry of
despair; all her energies, so briefly recovered, immediately forsook
her; the light left her eyes; her heart forgot to beat. She became
perfectly insensible, and was re-conveyed to the Castle of Edinburgh
in a litter, under the care of Father St. Bernard and John the
physician.
"It matters not, this poor victory!" said Roland, with a bitter
smile; "it matters not, Redhall. I will unmask thee yet, thou subtle
villain, and show our too-credulous king the true aspect of the viper
he has nourished so long."
"Guards! away with him--to ward!" cried the advocate, furiously, as
he signed a hastily-written warrant: and in one hour from that time
Roland found himself committed to the care of Sir James Riddel of
Cranstoun-Riddel, on a charge of high treason, and attempting to
murder in open court Sir Adam Otterburn of Redhall.
The excitement in the city was great.
The whole garrison of Sir James stood to their arms, and buckled on
their harness; the brass culverins of the Spur were loaded; the gates
were closed, and bridges drawn up; while a crowd composed of
thousands covered the south and north sides of the Castle-hill up
even unto the very ramparts of the hornwork, nor dispersed until long
after the lingering sun of July had set behind the hills of Dunblane.