CHAPTER XIV.

THE PRINCE'S MARCH TO HEAD-QUARTERS.

No sooner did the vast assemblage collected near the approaches to the

bridge distinguish the tall graceful figure of the young Chevalier

amid the throng of Scottish nobles and chiefs, than all heads were

instantly uncovered, and a loud cry arose of "Long live King James the

Third, and Prince Charles Edward!"

At the same time a band of musicians, stationed at Tom Syddall's door,

and directed by the Jacobite barber in person, struck up the old air

of "The king shall have his own again." But this could scarcely be

heard amid the din caused by the pipers.

Most of the open windows on either side of the street were adorned by

damsels dressed in white, and these fair adherents to the royal House

of Stuart now leaned forward and waved their handkerchiefs to the

prince.

Such a demonstration could not be otherwise than highly gratifying to

the young Chevalier, and he bowed and smiled in acknowledgment of the

salutations offered him, the grace of his manner eliciting fresh

cheers.

So greatly was the crowd excited, that it was with difficulty the

foremost ranks could be prevented from pressing on the prince, who,

however, would not allow his body-guard of Highlanders to interfere.

No untoward circumstance marred the general satisfaction. Bells were

pealing blithely, drums beating, pipes playing, colours flying, men

shouting, kerchiefs waving all the way from the bridge to the

market-place, where a brief halt was made.

Having been joined by his secretary, Mr. Murray, who explained where

his head-quarters were situated, the prince resumed his march, still

preceded by the pipers, and attended by his body-guard of Highlanders.

On reaching the house designed for him, he entered it with his suite,

and disappeared from the view of the shouting crowd who had followed

him. The pipers and the Highland guard drew up in the court-yard.

A sumptuous repast had been prepared in the dining-room, and to this

Charles and his attendants at once sat down.

Little repose, however, was allowed the indefatigable prince. The

chief magistrates, Mr. Fowden and Mr. Walley, were waiting to confer

with him in the audience-chamber, across which, in accordance with Mr.

Murray's suggestion, a green silk curtain had been drawn--the stuff,

however, being slight in texture, the persons on either side the

hanging could be easily distinguished.

The magistrates, therefore, seeing the prince enter the room, attended

by Mr. Murray and Sir Thomas Sheridan, bowed profoundly, and their

obeisances were graciously returned.

Charles Edward then seated himself, and the conference was opened by

his secretary.

"His royal highness thanks you, gentlemen," said Mr. Murray, "for the

excellent arrangements made for him, and desires to express his

gratification at the enthusiastic reception given him on his entrance

into your loyal town. He will now have to put the zeal and devotion of

your fellow-townsmen to the test."

"In what way, sir?" demanded Mr. Walley, uneasily. "We have given

orders that the whole of the prince's forces shall be billeted, and

have directed the excise-money to be sent to you as treasurer. What

further proof can we give of our desire to serve his royal highness?"

"I will explain, gentlemen, in a word," replied the secretary. "The

prince requires a subsidy from the town of five thousand pounds. War

cannot be carried on without money, and our coffers are well-nigh

emptied."

"I fear it will be impossible to raise that amount," said Mr. Fowden.

"We should grieve to have to levy the money by force, but we must have

it. Consult together, gentlemen, and give us your answer."

After a moment's deliberation with his brother magistrate, Mr. Fowden

asked if half the amount would not suffice; whereupon Charles

remarked, in a loud peremptory tone, "Bid them furnish three thousand

pounds--not less."

"You hear, gentlemen. Three thousand pounds must be furnished to the

treasury without delay. You know the penalty of neglect."

"We will do our best," said Mr. Fowden. "But pray give us till

to-morrow."

"Be it so," replied the secretary.

The magistrates then asked if the prince had any further commands.

"His Majesty King James the Third will be proclaimed at the Cross,"

said Mr. Murray; "and it is necessary that both of you should be

present at the ceremony. It is also necessary that one of you should

repeat the proclamation."

The magistrates tried to excuse themselves, but the secretary cut them

short, saying, "You have nothing to fear, gentlemen. We will make it

appear you are acting on compulsion. But take care that the prince's

manifesto and declaration, copies of which will be delivered to you,

are distributed to the crowd. And now, gentlemen, we will not detain

you longer. His royal highness expects to see you to-morrow--with the

money."

The audience then terminated, and the magistrates, who were full of

perplexity, quitted the chamber. The prince and his companions laughed

very heartily when they were gone.

Several other persons were admitted to a private interview, after

which the prince adjourned to a much larger room which had been

prepared for his receptions.

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