THE EARL'S SUCCESS.
"You will quickly find
I'll reach its gates, although, volcano-like,
With thickest clouds it strikes the bright sun blind,
And lightnings flash, and bolts around me strike."
CALDERON.
During the whole of that day, from his secret hiding-place, the earl
watched the little green valley that lies in the bosom of the island,
and the narrow winding path that ascended from it to the round
gateway in the barbican wall of the tower. The latter was an exact
square of considerable height, surrounded at the summit by a heavy
battlement, having little tourelles at the angles, a row of those
brass cannon then known in Scotland as _chalmers_, and a staff, from
which was displayed the blue national standard, with the white cross
of St. Andrew. But the anxious earl watched fruitlessly; for on this
day, neither at the windows, on the ramparts, on the pathway, nor in
the valley, did the countess or Sybil appear.
About mid-day, Sir James Hamilton of Barncleugh, the governor of the
little stronghold, came forth, and at the gate sat down to his daily
employment of playing chess with his seneschal, and drinking
Rochelle, while a few of his soldiers solaced themselves by a game
with quoits in the valley below, where, as Sabrino endeavoured to
acquaint the earl, the same men had played at the same game, at the
same time, every day since he had been on the island; for so passed
the time in this little isolated and monotonous place; and nothing
ever disturbed the perfect equanimity of its governor (who was
content to vegetate like a fungus or a mussel on the rocks), save
when the Leith provision-boats brought some waggish rumour that his
lady, who was a dame of the tabourette at Holyrood, intended to join
him--the very idea of which made the bluff old knight tremble in his
wide trunk base.
So close were the quoit players to the place of the earl's
concealment, that more than once he shrunk back with alarm, expecting
instant discovery, when any of them overshot the mark, and hurled his
iron discus to the very verge of the dark whins which shrouded the
mouth of the cavern. This group of men continued to play with ardour
until sunset; for of this game (which was famous of old among the
ancients) the Scots in all ages, as in the present day, have been
passionately fond.
While the earl, lover-like, was wasting his time in gazing at the
tower which contained Sybil, the black page sat near him,
cross-legged, engaged in knotting a ladder from a coil of rope he had
found in the boat, and formed it very ingeniously by loops
equidistant on each side of the shaft of a stout boat-hook, solacing
himself the while by a deep guttural croaking, which he meant for a
song, and grinning from ear to ear with delight as his work
progressed.
As the sun set behind the Ochills, a culverin was fired from the high
carved poop of the Admiral Sir Robert Barton's ship, and St. Andrew's
cross was hauled down from the bartizan; the governor and his little
garrison retired to supper, the gates of the tower were closed, and
then a perfect stillness reigned throughout the island, which
exhibited no sign of life, save when a seagull flew screaming round
the tower above, or a wild rabbit shot like an evil spirit across the
darkening valley below.
The night came on calm, still, and solemn, and the stars were
reflected on the broad blue bosom of the Forth. The moon seemed to
linger long behind the distant Lammermuirs; but the myriad of stars
that dotted the canopy above shed a clear white light on the
magnificent river, the bordering hills, and all its rocky isles.
Here and there a red spark, twinkling afar off, marked where a town
or hamlet lay, for thickly were they scattered along its fertile
shores.
The blue waves were rolling in silver light against the black rocks
and volcanic columns of the isle, as the earl guided his boat from
its place of concealment, and moored it by the beach; for on this
night he had resolved to attempt one of those rash and bold essays of
which his life was one continued and exciting succession. With
anxious and longing eyes he gazed at the square and lofty tower which
stood in dark outline between him and the west, where, above the
distant chain of the Ochill mountains, a red light lingered like the
last flame of a dying conflagration.
It marked where the sun had set.
"Now," said the earl, as he sprang ashore, "thank heaven, Sabrino, I
have bidden adieu to thy dark and dirty foxhole!"
Armed with his sword and poniard, and carrying with him a stout rope
and the boat-hook, which, like the boat itself (acting under the law
of necessity), he had appropriated to himself, the adventurous earl,
accompanied by his sable follower, stole up the dark valley, across
which fell the sombre shadow of the tower (for though rising, the
moon was not yet visible), and crept softly close to the rampart of
the barbican.
From thence they piloted their way along the base of the wall, until
they reached an angle that overhung the water, which, at the
frightful depth of a hundred and sixty feet below, was chafing in
foam against the foot of the cliffs, beetling on the very verge of
which the tower was founded. According to Sabrino, the windows of
the apartments occupied by Sybil Douglas and the countess overlooked
this comfortable abyss.
To pass the corner of the wall which overhung the precipice was the
most dangerous part of the adventure; and, observing that his leader
paused with perspiration on his brow and perplexity in his heart, the
negro pulled the skirt of his doublet, and made a motion indicative
of advancing himself.
"My trusty imp!" said the earl, "where a Seton lingers, it will never
do for thee to take the lead; and yet, without the wings of a crow or
the claws of a cat, I know not how the devil I shall pass this
hairbreadth precipice!"
While Ashkirk was speaking, Sabrino, who on many a night before this
had scrambled like a squirrel over every part of the island, shot
past, and, with his arms embracing the corner of the wall, achieved
the feat, and with a guttural laugh held out his hands to assist the
earl round.
"Thou art certainly a son of our old friend with the horns; but, by
my faith, fall or not, I follow thee!" and grasping the hand of the
agile African, with one stride the earl was beside him.
Then he found himself upon a shelf of rock scarcely eighteen inches
broad, with the waves of the Firth hissing in foam far down below--so
far, that their angry boom was but faintly heard, while the scared
seagulls and gigantic Solan geese, flapping their wings like thunder,
flew out of their eyries, plunging and screaming in the abyss beneath.
About three miles off, the lights of Leith were faintly glimmering
through that haze which often shrouds its shores.
Though eminent for courage in a gallant age, the earl felt his heart
grow sick for a moment at his perilous position. At his back was the
wall of the keep, some seventy feet in height; and twenty feet from
where he stood was a large window secured by two bars of iron in the
shape of a cross; and there Sabrino indicated, by a multitude of
signs, contortions, and guttural sounds, the countess resided.
"I have thrown a lance six ells long, at a smaller mark than that
window," said the earl; "and I must be blinder than a bat to miss it;
but as thou knowest, Sabrino, the business just now is not to hit the
window, but to click the boat-hook to the bars. Ah, plague! if we
should only break the glass, and the window be, after all, that of
Sir James Hamilton, or some of his fellows! my blood runs cold at the
thought; they could pop at us so leisurely with their hand-culverins;
and I assure thee, I have no wish to be shot like a poor pigeon here."
As the earl spoke, he secured one end of the rope to the ladder which
had been formed of loops on the shaft of the boat-hook, and tied the
other round his waist; he then, with all the force that his dangerous
footing permitted him to exert, shot up the hook towards the window;
but missing it, was nearly thrown over the cliff by the jerk of its
descent.
"Courage!" said he, grasping it again; "I am only twenty feet from
thee, my dear Sybil."
Again he threw, and with joy beheld the steel hook attach itself to
the iron cross-bar of the window. Then he waited breathlessly to
hear if the noise caused any alarm; for there was as much chance of a
moustached soldier appearing at the window as of Sybil Douglas
presenting her fair face and startled eyes. All remained still but
the screaming of the sea-birds around them, the dash of the breakers
below, and the dull hum of the rising wind as it swept along the
Firth. Then fearlessly the brave earl began his ascent. On the
strength of the rope, the hook, or the shaft, he never bestowed a
thought; but solely intent on seeing his mother and Sybil, clambered
eagerly but carefully up the rough wall, which was grey and
weatherbeaten by the saline atmosphere and ocean storms of many a
century, and against which the ladder swung frightfully to and fro,
until he reached the window, grasped its massive cross-bar, and
gained a comparatively secure seat on its deep, broad sill.
He peered in, and listened, as well as the thick panes of coarse and
encrusted glass, which filled the window, would permit, and between
the yellow damask curtains saw a plainly-furnished sleeping
apartment, in which Sybil and his mother were kneeling at prayer,
before retiring. Their rosaries were at their wrists, and they knelt
before one of those little altars which then formed a part of every
Scottish household; as they do in Catholic countries still. It was
somewhat like a cabinet, and had a figure of the Madonna, bearing in
her arms the little infant Jesus. Upon her head was a wreath of
freshly-gathered flowers, and before her burned two little
wax-tapers, which had been consecrated at the last candle-mass by the
abbot of Inchcolm.
The earl waited until their orisons were over; and while they prayed
his heart swelled within him at their unaffected piety; for his
memory went back to other days, when, in their secluded home at
Ashkirk, in Angus, he had knelt by his mother's side, and first
learned to lisp the very prayers she was now repeating. An emotion
of shame came over him, on reflecting that in the wandering life he
had led, and especially during his exile at the court of the
libertine Henry VIII. of England, he had neglected every office of
religion. He observed that his mother had become paler and thinner,
and that her hair seemed to be silvered with white; but that might
have been the effect of fancy, or of the dim light of the apartment.
Sybil had lost somewhat of her rich bloom; but her dark eyes were
bright as ever. Her black hair flowed from under her triangular cap,
and hung like a silky veil over her shoulders, the curve of which, as
she knelt with her head bent forward, was eminently beautiful. The
edge of each large ringlet, the pearls of her cap, and the top of her
smooth forehead, were all tipped with pale light by the tapers. She
wore a long dress of purple satin, with an open neck; and in the
light and shadow its folds seemed to glitter with many prismatic
hues. It is impossible to say whether it was the brilliant and
piquant expression, the noble features, and pure complexion of
Sybil's face that made her adorable, but, taken together, these
attributes of the old Douglas race made her singularly so.
The moment their orisons were over, the old countess arose to the
full extent of her great stature; and though aged, being unbent, her
figure was remarkably elegant, its height being increased by her
shoes--the "cork-heeled shoon" of our old national ballad--and after
solemnly crossing herself three several times, she extinguished the
tapers on the altar, and kissed Sybil with all the affection of a
mother.
The sole light in the chamber now came from two wax-candles, which
were held in the outstretched arms of a grotesque figure of
Florentine workmanship, placed on the dressing-table at the farther
end, and immediately opposite the window where the earl had perched
himself.