CHAPTER XLI

THE MYSTERY BEGINS TO BE CLEARED UP

'How do you like him?' was Fergus's first question, as they

descended the large stone staircase.

'A prince to live and die under' was Waverley's enthusiastic

answer.

'I knew you would think so when you saw him, and I intended you

should have met earlier, but was prevented by your sprain. And yet

he has his foibles, or rather he has difficult cards to play, and

his Irish officers, [Footnote: See Note 5.] who are much about

him, are but sorry advisers: they cannot discriminate among the

numerous pretensions that are set up. Would you think it--I have

been obliged for the present to suppress an earl's patent, granted

for services rendered ten years ago, for fear of exciting the

jealousy, forsooth, of C----and M----? But you were very right,

Edward, to refuse the situation of aide-de-camp. There are two

vacant, indeed, but Clanronald and Lochiel, and almost all of us,

have requested one for young Aberchallader, and the Lowlanders and

the Irish party are equally desirous to have the other for the

master of F--. Now, if either of these candidates were to be

superseded in your favour, you would make enemies. And then I am

surprised that the Prince should have offered you a majority, when

he knows very well that nothing short of lieutenant-colonel will

satisfy others, who cannot bring one hundred and fifty men to the

field. "But patience, cousin, and shuffle the cards!" It is all

very well for the present, and we must have you properly equipped

for the evening in your new costume; for, to say truth, your

outward man is scarce fit for a court.'

'Why,' said Waverley, looking at his soiled dress,'my shooting

jacket has seen service since we parted; but that probably you, my

friend, know as well or better than I.'

'You do my second-sight too much honour,' said Fergus. 'We were so

busy, first with the scheme of giving battle to Cope, and

afterwards with our operations in the Lowlands, that I could only

give general directions to such of our people as were left in

Perthshire to respect and protect you, should you come in their

way. But let me hear the full story of your adventures, for they

have reached us in a very partial and mutilated manner.'

Waverley then detailed at length the circumstances with which the

reader is already acquainted, to which Fergus listened with great

attention. By this time they had reached the door of his quarters,

which he had taken up in a small paved court, retiring from the

street called the Canongate, at the house of a buxom widow of

forty, who seemed to smile very graciously upon the handsome young

Chief, she being a person with whom good looks and good-humour

were sure to secure an interest, whatever might be the party's

"political opinions". Here Callum Beg received them with a smile

of recognition. 'Callum,' said the Chief, 'call Shemus an Snachad'

(James of the Needle). This was the hereditary tailor of Vich lan

Vohr. 'Shemus, Mr. Waverley is to wear the cath dath (battle

colour, or tartan); his trews must be ready in four hours. You

know the measure of a well-made man--two double nails to the small

of the leg--'

'Eleven from haunch to heel, seven round the waist. I give your

honour leave to hang Shemus, if there's a pair of sheers in the

Highlands that has a baulder sneck than her's ain at the cumadh an

truais' (shape of the trews).

'Get a plaid of Mac-Ivor tartan and sash,' continued the

Chieftain, 'and a blue bonnet of the Prince's pattern, at Mr.

Mouat's in the Crames. My short green coat, with silver lace and

silver buttons, will fit him exactly, and I have never worn it.

Tell Ensign Maccombich to pick out a handsome target from among

mine. The Prince has given Mr. Waverley broadsword and pistols, I

will furnish him with a dirk and purse; add but a pair of low-

heeled shoes, and then, my dear Edward (turning to him), you will

be a complete son of Ivor.'

These necessary directions given, the Chieftain resumed the

subject of Waverley's adventures. 'It is plain,' he said,'that you

have been in the custody of Donald Bean Lean. You must know that,

when I marched away my clan to join the Prince, I laid my

injunctions on that worthy member of society to perform a certain

piece of service, which done, he was to join me with all the force

he could muster. But, instead of doing so, the gentleman, finding

the coast clear, thought it better to make war on his own account,

and has scoured the country, plundering, I believe, both friend

and foe, under pretence of levying blackmail, sometimes as if by

my authority, and sometimes (and be cursed to his consummate

impudence) in his own great name! Upon my honour, if I live to see

the cairn of Benmore again, I shall be tempted to hang that

fellow! I recognise his hand particularly in the mode of your

rescue from that canting rascal Gilfillan, and I have little doubt

that Donald himself played the part of the pedlar on that

occasion; but how he should not have plundered you, or put you to

ransom, or availed himself in some way or other of your captivity

for his own advantage, passes my judgment.'

'When and how did you hear the intelligence of my confinement?'

asked Waverley.

'The Prince himself told me,' said Fergus, 'and inquired very

minutely into your history. He then mentioned your being at that

moment in the power of one of our northern parties--you know I

could not ask him to explain particulars--and requested my opinion

about disposing of you. I recommended that you should be brought

here as a prisoner, because I did not wish to prejudice you

farther with the English government, in case you pursued your

purpose of going southward. I knew nothing, you must recollect, of

the charge brought against you of aiding and abetting high

treason, which, I presume, had some share in changing your

original plan. That sullen, good-for-nothing brute, Balmawhapple,

was sent to escort you from Doune, with what he calls his troop of

horse. As to his behaviour, in addition to his natural antipathy

to everything that resembles a gentleman, I presume his adventure

with Bradwardine rankles in his recollection, the rather that I

daresay his mode of telling that story contributed to the evil

reports which reached your quondam regiment.'

'Very likely,' said Waverley; 'but now surely, my dear Fergus, you

may find time to tell me something of Flora.'

'Why,' replied Fergus, 'I can only tell you that she is well, and

residing for the present with a relation in this city. I thought

it better she should come here, as since our success a good many

ladies of rank attend our military court; and I assure you that

there is a sort of consequence annexed to the near relative of

such a person as Flora Mac-Ivor, and where there is such a

justling of claims and requests, a man must use every fair means

to enhance his importance.'

There was something in this last sentence which grated on

Waverley's feelings. He could not bear that Flora should be

considered as conducing to her brother's preferment by the

admiration which she must unquestionably attract; and although it

was in strict correspondence with many points of Fergus's

character, it shocked him as selfish, and unworthy of his sister's

high mind and his own independent pride. Fergus, to whom such

manoeuvres were familiar, as to one brought up at the French

court, did not observe the unfavourable impression which he had

unwarily made upon his friend's mind, and concluded by saying,'

that they could hardly see Flora before the evening, when she

would be at the concert and ball with which the Prince's party

were to be entertained. She and I had a quarrel about her not

appearing to take leave of you. I am unwilling to renew it by

soliciting her to receive you this morning; and perhaps my doing

so might not only be ineffectual, but prevent your meeting this

evening.'

While thus conversing, Waverley heard in the court, before the

windows of the parlour, a well-known voice. 'I aver to you, my

worthy friend,' said the speaker, 'that it is a total dereliction

of military discipline; and were you not as it were a tyro, your

purpose would deserve strong reprobation. For a prisoner of war is

on no account to be coerced with fetters, or debinded in

ergastulo, as would have been the case had you put this gentleman

into the pit of the peel-house at Balmawhapple. I grant, indeed,

that such a prisoner may for security be coerced in carcere, that

is, in a public prison.'

The growling voice of Balmawhapple was heard as taking leave in

displeasure, but the word 'land-louper' alone was distinctly

audible. He had disappeared before Waverley reached the house in

order to greet the worthy Baron of Bradwardine. The uniform in

which he was now attired, a blue coat, namely, with gold lace, a

scarlet waistcoat and breeches, and immense jack-boots, seemed to

have added fresh stiffness and rigidity to his tall, perpendicular

figure; and the consciousness of military command and authority

had increased, in the same proportion, the self-importance of his

demeanour and the dogmatism of his conversation.

He received Waverley with his usual kindness, and expressed

immediate anxiety to hear an explanation of the circumstances

attending the loss of his commission in Gardiner's dragoons;

'not,' he said, 'that he had the least apprehension of his young

friend having done aught which could merit such ungenerous

treatment as he had received from government, but because it was

right and seemly that the Baron of Bradwardine should be, in point

of trust and in point of power, fully able to refute all calumnies

against the heir of Waverley-Honour, whom he had so much right to

regard as his own son.'

Fergus Mac-Ivor, who had now joined them, went hastily over the

circumstances of Waverley's story, and concluded with the

flattering reception he had met from the young Chevalier. The

Baron listened in silence, and at the conclusion shook Waverley

heartily by the hand and congratulated him upon entering the

service of his lawful Prince. 'For,' continued he, 'although it

has been justly held in all nations a matter of scandal and

dishonour to infringe the sacramentum militare, and that whether

it was taken by each soldier singly, whilk the Romans denominated

per conjurationem, or by one soldier in name of the rest, yet no

one ever doubted that the allegiance so sworn was discharged by

the dimissio, or discharging of a soldier, whose case would be as

hard as that of colliers, salters, and other adscripti glebes, or

slaves of the soil, were it to be accounted otherwise. This is

something like the brocard expressed by the learned Sanchez in his

work "De Jure-jurando" which you have questionless consulted upon

this occasion. As for those who have calumniated you by leasing-

making, I protest to Heaven I think they have justly incurred the

penalty of the "Memnonia Lex," also called "Lex Rhemnia," which is

prelected upon by Tullius in his oration "In Verrem." I should

have deemed, however, Mr. Waverley, that before destining yourself

to any special service in the army of the Prince, ye might have

inquired what rank the old Bradwardine held there, and whether he

would not have been peculiarly happy to have had your services in

the regiment of horse which he is now about to levy.' Edward

eluded this reproach by pleading the necessity of giving an

immediate answer to the Prince's proposal, and his uncertainty at

the moment whether his friend the Baron was with the army or

engaged upon service elsewhere.

This punctilio being settled, Waverley made inquiry after Miss

Bradwardine, and was informed she had come to Edinburgh with Flora

Mac-Ivor, under guard of a party of the Chieftain's men. This step

was indeed necessary, Tully-Veolan having become a very

unpleasant, and even dangerous, place of residence for an

unprotected young lady, on account of its vicinity to the

Highlands, and also to one or two large villages which, from

aversion as much to the caterans as zeal for presbytery, had

declared themselves on the side of government, and formed

irregular bodies of partizans, who had frequent skirmishes with

the mountaineers, and sometimes attacked the houses of the

Jacobite gentry in the braes, or frontier betwixt the mountain and

plain.

'I would propose to you,' continued the Baron,'to walk as far as

my quarters in the Luckenbooths, and to admire in your passage the

High Street, whilk is, beyond a shadow of dubitation, finer than

any street whether in London or Paris. But Rose, poor thing, is

sorely discomposed with the firing of the Castle, though I have

proved to her from Blondel and Coehorn, that it is impossible a

bullet can reach these buildings; and, besides, I have it in

charge from his Royal Highness to go to the camp, or leaguer of

our army, to see that the men do condamare vasa, that is, truss up

their bag and baggage for tomorrow's march.'

'That will be easily done by most of us,' said Mac-Ivor, laughing.

'Craving your pardon, Colonel Mac-Ivor, not quite so easily as ye

seem to opine. I grant most of your folk left the Highlands

expedited as it were, and free from the incumbrance of baggage;

but it is unspeakable the quantity of useless sprechery which they

have collected on their march. I saw one fellow of yours (craving

your pardon once more) with a pier-glass upon his back.'

'Ay,' said Fergus, still in good-humour, 'he would have told you,

if you had questioned him, "a ganging foot is aye getting." But

come, my dear Baron, you know as well as I that a hundred Uhlans,

or a single troop of Schmirschitz's Pandours, would make more

havoc in a country than the knight of the mirror and all the rest

of our clans put together.'

'And that is very true likewise,' replied the Baron; 'they are, as

the heathen author says, ferociores in aspectu, mitiores in actu,

of a horrid and grim visage, but more benign in demeanour than

their physiognomy or aspect might infer. But I stand here talking

to you two youngsters when I should be in the King's Park.'

'But you will dine with Waverley and me on your return? I assure

you, Baron, though I can live like a Highlander when needs must, I

remember my Paris education, and understand perfectly faire la

meilleure chere.'

'And wha the deil doubts it,' quoth the Baron, laughing, 'when ye

bring only the cookery and the gude toun must furnish the

materials? Weel, I have some business in the toun too; but I'll

join you at three, if the vivers can tarry so long.'

So saying, he took leave of his friends and went to look after the

charge which had been assigned him.

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