CHAPTER XI.

Is this thy castle, Baldwin? Melancholy

Displays her sable banner from the donjon,

Darkening the foam of the whole surge beneath.

Were I a habitant, to see this gloom

Pollute the face of nature, and to hear

The ceaseless sound of wave, and seabird’s scream,

I’d wish me in the hut that poorest peasant

E’er framed, to give him temporary shelter.--BROWN.

The gallant Ritt-master would willingly have employed his leisure in

studying the exterior of Sir Duncan’s castle, and verifying his own

military ideas upon the nature of its defences. But a stout sentinel,

who mounted guard with a Lochaber-axe at the door of his apartment, gave

him to understand, by very significant signs, that he was in a sort of

honourable captivity.

It is strange, thought the Ritt-master to himself, how well these

salvages understand the rules and practique of war. Who should have

pre-supposed their acquaintance with the maxim of the great and godlike

Gustavus Adolphus, that a flag of truce should be half a messenger half

a spy?--And, having finished burnishing his arms, he sate down patiently

to compute how much half a dollar per diem would amount to at the end of

a six-months’ campaign; and, when he had settled that problem, proceeded

to the more abstruse calculations necessary for drawing up a brigade of

two thousand men on the principle of extracting the square root.

From his musings, he was roused by the joyful sound of the dinner bell,

on which the Highlander, lately his guard, became his gentleman-usher,

and marshalled him to the hall, where a table with four covers bore

ample proofs of Highland hospitality. Sir Duncan entered, conducting his

lady, a tall, faded, melancholy female, dressed in deep mourning. They

were followed by a Presbyterian clergyman, in his Geneva cloak, and

wearing a black silk skull-cap, covering his short hair so closely, that

it could scarce be seen at all, so that the unrestricted ears had an

undue predominance in the general aspect. This ungraceful fashion was

universal at the time, and partly led to the nicknames of roundheads,

prick-eared curs, and so forth, which the insolence of the cavaliers

liberally bestowed on their political enemies.

Sir Duncan presented his military guest to his lady, who received his

technical salutation with a stiff and silent reverence, in which it

could scarce be judged whether pride or melancholy had the greater

share. The churchman, to whom he was next presented, eyed him with a

glance of mingled dislike and curiosity.

The Captain, well accustomed to worse looks from more dangerous persons,

cared very little either for those of the lady or of the divine, but

bent his whole soul upon assaulting a huge piece of beef, which smoked

at the nether end of the table. But the onslaught, as he would have

termed it, was delayed, until the conclusion of a very long grace,

betwixt every section of which Dalgetty handled his knife and fork, as

he might have done his musket or pike when going upon action, and as

often resigned them unwillingly when the prolix chaplain commenced

another clause of his benediction. Sir Duncan listened with decency,

though he was supposed rather to have joined the Covenanters out of

devotion to his chief, than real respect for the cause either of liberty

or of Presbytery. His lady alone attended to the blessing, with symptoms

of deep acquiescence.

The meal was performed almost in Carthusian silence; for it was none of

Captain Dalgetty’s habits to employ his mouth in talking, while it could

be more profitably occupied. Sir Duncan was absolutely silent, and the

lady and churchman only occasionally exchanged a few words, spoken low,

and indistinctly.

But, when the dishes were removed, and their place supplied by liquors

of various sorts, Captain Dalgetty no longer had, himself, the same

weighty reasons for silence, and began to tire of that of the rest

of the company. He commenced a new attack upon his landlord, upon the

former ground.

“Touching that round monticle, or hill, or eminence, termed Drumsnab, I

would be proud to hold some dialogue with you, Sir Duncan, on the nature

of the sconce to be there constructed; and whether the angles

thereof should be acute or obtuse--anent whilk I have heard the great

Velt-Mareschal Bannier hold a learned argument with General Tiefenbach

during a still-stand of arms.”

“Captain Dalgetty,” answered Sir Duncan very dryly, “it is not our

Highland usage to debate military points with strangers. This castle

is like to hold out against a stronger enemy than any force which the

unfortunate gentlemen we left at Darnlinvarach are able to bring against

it.”

A deep sigh from the lady accompanied the conclusion of her husband’s

speech, which seemed to remind her of some painful circumstance.

“He who gave,” said the clergyman, addressing her in a solemn tone,

“hath taken away. May you, honourable lady, be long enabled to say,

Blessed be his name!”

To this exhortation, which seemed intended for her sole behoof, the

lady answered by an inclination of her head, more humble than Captain

Dalgetty had yet observed her make. Supposing he should now find her in

a more conversible humour, he proceeded to accost her.

“It is indubitably very natural that your ladyship should be downcast

at the mention of military preparations, whilk I have observed to spread

perturbation among women of all nations, and almost all conditions.

Nevertheless, Penthesilea, in ancient times, and also Joan of Arc,

and others, were of a different kidney. And, as I have learned while

I served the Spaniard, the Duke of Alva in former times had the

leaguer-lasses who followed his camp marshalled into TERTIAS (whilk

me call regiments), and officered and commanded by those of their own

feminine gender, and regulated by a commander-in chief, called in German

Hureweibler, or, as we would say vernacularly, Captain of the Queans.

True it is, they were persons not to be named as parallel to your

ladyship, being such QUAE QUAESTUM CORPORIBUS FACIEBANT, as we said

of Jean Drochiels at Mareschal-College; the same whom the French term

CURTISANNES, and we in Scottish--”

“The lady will spare you the trouble of further exposition, Captain

Dalgetty,” said his host, somewhat sternly; to which the clergyman

added, “that such discourse better befitted a watch-tower guarded

by profane soldiery than the board of an honourable person, and the

presence of a lady of quality.”

“Craving your pardon, Dominie, or Doctor, AUT QUOCUNQUE ALIO NOMINE

GAUDES, for I would have you to know I have studied polite letters,”

said the unabashed envoy, filling a great cup of wine, “I see no ground

for your reproof, seeing I did not speak of those TURPES PERSONAE, as if

their occupation or character was a proper subject of conversation

for this lady’s presence, but simply PAR ACCIDENS, as illustrating

the matter in hand, namely, their natural courage and audacity, much

enhanced, doubtless, by the desperate circumstances of their condition.”

“Captain Dalgetty,” said Sir Duncan Campbell, “to break short this

discourse, I must acquaint you, that I have some business to dispatch

to-night, in order to enable me to ride with you to-morrow towards

Inverary; and therefore--”

“To ride with this person to-morrow!” exclaimed his lady; “such cannot

be your purpose, Sir Duncan, unless you have forgotten that the morrow

is a sad anniversary, and dedicated to as sad a solemnity.”

“I had not forgotten,” answered Sir Duncan; “how is it possible I can

ever forget? but the necessity of the times requires I should send this

officer onward to Inverary, without loss of time.”

“Yet, surely, not that you should accompany him in person?” enquired the

lady.

“It were better I did,” said Sir Duncan; “yet I can write to the

Marquis, and follow on the subsequent day.--Captain Dalgetty, I will

dispatch a letter for you, explaining to the Marquis of Argyle your

character and commission, with which you will please to prepare to

travel to Inverary early to-morrow morning.”

“Sir Duncan Campbell,” said Dalgetty, “I am doubtless at your

discretionary disposal in this matter; not the less, I pray you to

remember the blot which will fall upon your own escutcheon, if you do

in any way suffer me, being a commissionate flag of truce, to be

circumvented in this matter, whether CLAM, VI, VEL PRECARIO; I do not

say by your assent to any wrong done to me, but even through absence of

any due care on your part to prevent the same.”

“You are under the safeguard of my honour, sir,” answered Sir Duncan

Campbell, “and that is more than a sufficient security. And now,”

continued he, rising, “I must set the example of retiring.”

Dalgetty saw himself under the necessity of following the hint, though

the hour was early; but, like a skilful general, he availed himself of

every instant of delay which circumstances permitted. “Trusting to

your honourable parole,” said he, filling his cup, “I drink to you, Sir

Duncan, and to the continuance of your honourable-house.” A sigh

from Sir Duncan was the only reply. “Also, madam,” said the soldier,

replenishing the quaigh with all possible dispatch, “I drink to your

honourable health, and fulfilment of all your virtuous desires--and,

reverend sir” (not forgetting to fit the action to the words), “I fill

this cup to the drowning of all unkindness betwixt you and Captain

Dalgetty--I should say Major--and, in respect the flagon contains but

one cup more, I drink to the health of all honourable cavaliers and

brave soldados--and, the flask being empty, I am ready, Sir Duncan, to

attend your functionary or sentinel to my place of private repose.”

He received a formal permission to retire, and an assurance, that as

the wine seemed to be to his taste, another measure of the same vintage

should attend him presently, in order to soothe the hours of his

solitude.

No sooner had the Captain reached the apartment than this promise was

fulfilled; and, in a short time afterwards, the added comforts of a

pasty of red-deer venison rendered him very tolerant both of confinement

and want of society. The same domestic, a sort of chamberlain, who

placed this good cheer in his apartment, delivered to Dalgetty a packet,

sealed and tied up with a silken thread, according to the custom of

the time, addressed with many forms of respect to the High and Mighty

Prince, Archibald, Marquis of Argyle, Lord of Lorne, and so forth. The

chamberlain at the same time apprized the Ritt-master, that he must

take horse at an early hour for Inverary, where the packet of Sir Duncan

would be at once his introduction and his passport. Not forgetting that

it was his object to collect information as well as to act as an envoy,

and desirous, for his own sake, to ascertain Sir Duncan’s reasons for

sending him onward without his personal attendance, the Ritt-master

enquired the domestic, with all the precaution that his experience

suggested, what were the reasons which detained Sir Duncan at home on

the succeeding day. The man, who was from the Lowlands, replied, “that

it was the habit of Sir Duncan and his lady to observe as a day of

solemn fast and humiliation the anniversary on which their castle had

been taken by surprise, and their children, to the number of four,

destroyed cruelly by a band of Highland freebooters during Sir Duncan’s

absence upon an expedition which the Marquis of Argyle had undertaken

against the Macleans of the Isle of Mull.”

“Truly,” said the soldier, “your lord and lady have some cause for fast

and humiliation. Nevertheless, I will venture to pronounce, that if he

had taken the advice of any experienced soldier, having skill in the

practiques of defending places of advantage, he would have built a

sconce upon the small hill which is to the left of the draw-brigg. And

this I can easily prove to you, mine honest friend; for, holding that

pasty to be the castle--What’s your name, friend?”

“Lorimer, sir,” replied the man.

“Here is to your health, honest Lorimer.--I say, Lorimer--holding that

pasty to be the main body or citadel of the place to be defended, and

taking the marrow-bone for the sconce to be erected--”

“I am sorry, sir,” said Lorimer, interrupting him, “that I cannot stay

to hear the rest of your demonstration; but the bell will presently

ring. As worthy Mr. Graneangowl, the Marquis’s own chaplain, does family

worship, and only seven of our household out of sixty persons understand

the Scottish tongue, it would misbecome any one of them to be absent,

and greatly prejudice me in the opinion of my lady. There are pipes and

tobacco, sir, if you please to drink a whiff of smoke, and if you want

anything else, it shall be forthcoming two hours hence, when prayers are

over.” So saying, he left the apartment.

No sooner was he gone, than the heavy toll of the castle-bell summoned

its inhabitants together; and was answered by the shrill clamour of the

females, mixed with the deeper tones of the men, as, talking Earse at

the top of their throats, they hurried from different quarters by a long

but narrow gallery, which served as a communication to many rooms, and,

among others, to that in which Captain Dalgetty was stationed. There

they go as if they were beating to the roll-call, thought the soldier to

himself; if they all attend the parade, I will look out, take a mouthful

of fresh air, and make mine own observations on the practicabilities of

this place.

Accordingly, when all was quiet, he opened his chamber door, and

prepared to leave it, when he saw his friend with the axe advancing

towards him from the distant end of the gallery, half whistling, a

Gaelic tune. To have shown any want of confidence, would have been at

once impolitic, and unbecoming his military character; so the Captain,

putting the best face upon his situation he could, whistled a Swedish

retreat, in a tone still louder than the notes of his sentinel; and

retreating pace by pace, with an air of indifference, as if his only

purpose had been to breathe a little fresh air, he shut the door in the

face of his guard, when the fellow had approached within a few paces of

him.

It is very well, thought the Ritt-master to himself; he annuls my parole

by putting guards upon me, for, as we used to say at Mareschal-College,

FIDES ET FIDUCIA SUNT RELATIVA [See Note I]; and if he does not trust my

word, I do not see how I am bound to keep it, if any motive should occur

for my desiring to depart from it. Surely the moral obligation of the

parole is relaxed, in as far as physical force is substituted instead

thereof.

Thus comforting himself in the metaphysical immunities which he deduced

from the vigilance of his sentinel, Ritt-master Dalgetty retired to his

apartment, where, amid the theoretical calculations of tactics, and the

occasional more practical attacks on the flask and pasty, he consumed

the evening until it was time to go to repose. He was summoned by

Lorimer at break of day, who gave him to understand, that, when he had

broken his fast, for which he produced ample materials, his guide and

horse were in attendance for his journey to Inverary. After complying

with the hospitable hint of the chamberlain, the soldier proceeded

to take horse. In passing through the apartments, he observed that

domestics were busily employed in hanging the great hall with black

cloth, a ceremony which, he said, he had seen practised when the

immortal Gustavus Adolphus lay in state in the Castle of Wolgast, and

which, therefore, he opined, was a testimonial of the strictest and

deepest mourning.

When Dalgetty mounted his steed, he found himself attended, or perhaps

guarded, by five or six Campbells, well armed, commanded by one, who,

from the target at his shoulder, and the short cock’s feather in his

bonnet, as well as from the state which he took upon himself, claimed

the rank of a Dunniewassel, or clansman of superior rank; and indeed,

from his dignity of deportment, could not stand in a more distant degree

of relationship to Sir Duncan, than that of tenth or twelfth cousin at

farthest. But it was impossible to extract positive information on this

or any other subject, inasmuch as neither this commander nor any of

his party spoke English. The Captain rode, and his military attendants

walked; but such was their activity, and so numerous the impediments

which the nature of the road presented to the equestrian mode of

travelling, that far from being retarded by the slowness of their pace,

his difficulty was rather in keeping up with his guides. He observed

that they occasionally watched him with a sharp eye, as if they were

jealous of some effort to escape; and once, as he lingered behind at

crossing a brook, one of the gillies began to blow the match of his

piece, giving him to understand that he would run some risk in case of

an attempt to part company. Dalgetty did not augur much good from the

close watch thus maintained upon his person; but there was no remedy,

for an attempt to escape from his attendants in an impervious and

unknown country, would have been little short of insanity. He therefore

plodded patiently on through a waste and savage wilderness, treading

paths which were only known to the shepherds and cattle-drivers, and

passing with much more of discomfort than satisfaction many of those

sublime combinations of mountainous scenery which now draw visitors from

every corner of England, to feast their eyes upon Highland grandeur, and

mortify their palates upon Highland fare.

At length they arrived on the southern verge of that noble lake upon

which Inverary is situated; and a bugle, which the Dunniewassel winded

till rock and greenwood rang, served as a signal to a well-manned

galley, which, starting from a creek where it lay concealed, received

the party on board, including Gustavus; which sagacious quadruped, an

experienced traveller both by water and land, walked in and out of the

boat with the discretion of a Christian.

Embarked on the bosom of Loch Fine, Captain Dalgetty might have admired

one of the grandest scenes which nature affords. He might have noticed

the rival rivers Aray and Shiray, which pay tribute to the lake, each

issuing from its own dark and wooded retreat. He might have marked, on

the soft and gentle slope that ascends from the shores, the noble old

Gothic castle, with its varied outline, embattled walls, towers, and

outer and inner courts, which, so far as the picturesque is concerned,

presented an aspect much more striking than the present massive and

uniform mansion. He might have admired those dark woods which for many

a mile surrounded this strong and princely dwelling, and his eye might

have dwelt on the picturesque peak of Duniquoich, starting abruptly from

the lake, and raising its scathed brow into the mists of middle sky,

while a solitary watch-tower, perched on its top like an eagle’s nest,

gave dignity to the scene by awakening a sense of possible danger.

All these, and every other accompaniment of this noble scene, Captain

Dalgetty might have marked, if he had been so minded. But, to confess

the truth, the gallant Captain, who had eaten nothing since daybreak,

was chiefly interested by the smoke which ascended from the castle

chimneys, and the expectations which this seemed to warrant of his

encountering an abundant stock of provant, as he was wont to call

supplies of this nature.

The boat soon approached the rugged pier, which abutted into the loch

from the little town of Inverary, then a rude assemblage of huts, with a

very few stone mansions interspersed, stretching upwards from the banks

of Loch Fine to the principal gate of the castle, before which a scene

presented itself that might easily have quelled a less stout heart,

and turned a more delicate stomach, than those of Ritt-master Dugald

Dalgetty, titular of Drumthwacket.

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