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PROTECTED BY THE COMPANION: A
REGENCY ROMANCE
LADIES ON THEIR OWN: GOVERNESSES AND
COMPANIONS (BOOK 5)
ROSE PEARSON
CONTENTS
My Dear Reader
(Book 5
By
Rose Pearson
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G iles scowled, threaded his fingers into his hair, and dropped his
elbows onto the large, polished desk in front of him. Having forced
himself to rise about an hour earlier, he had not yet broken his fast
but had chosen instead to come to the study to look through his
correspondence. In the depths of his heart, he knew that this was
something which he was doing simply to avoid meeting his niece and
her companion, but as yet, it appeared to be working. There was a
great deal of correspondence, and should he decide to respond to
everybody who had written to him, then he could be in his study for
a good part of the day.
And then all that is required is to sit to dinner before we take
our leave for the evening.
Having behaved entirely selfishly the previous evening, Giles
now found himself with a painful headache and a severe weight of
guilt resting upon his heart. Yes, he knew that he ought to have
remained at home to greet his niece and her companion, but he had
been quite unwilling to give up the dinner invitation which Lady
Waterston had offered him. It had been an intimate dinner and he
had enjoyed her company, although he would have much preferred
if the other two gentlemen and ladies had been absent.
Lord Waterston was not yet back from the continent, and Lady
Waterston had declared on more than one occasion just how much
she was missing fine company. The spark in her eye and the
knowing smile had left him with no question about what it was that
she wanted from him, but as yet, he was not willing to give it. From
what he knew of the lady, Giles was concerned that any affection
shared between them would not be kept solely between themselves
- and he had also heard that the lady was somewhat clinging. It had
been an enjoyable evening, but certainly not one that he wanted to
continue any further.
A tap at the door alerted him to the butler’s presence and with a
heavy sigh, he lifted his attention from his correspondence.
“Yes?”
Much to his astonishment, it was not the butler who stepped
into the room. Rather, there appeared a young lady, with blonde hair
pulled back into a delicate chignon and piercing blue eyes which
fixed themselves straight to his.
“Uncle.” Following a quick curtsey, she walked directly into the
room, leaving the door to close behind her. “I thought it best to
come and greet you directly, as I am aware that you are very busy
this morning. Your butler told me that we could not expect to see
you before dinner, but I was not willing to wait that long.”
She did not smile, and for whatever reason, Giles found himself
a little concerned about her presence. For the first time, he realized
that his niece would be corresponding with her mother and father,
and would report his behavior to them directly. If he failed in his
duties, having already offered to take his niece on, then there might
well be hard words from his sister - and surely she had suffered
injury enough already, with the ill health of her husband.
“Good morning, Juliet.” Rising from his chair, Giles went around
the desk to greet his niece. “I am sorry that I was unable to be
present yesterday. I had a pressing engagement which could not be
missed.”
Juliet's blue eyes flickered.
“There must have been a great importance to this dinner and
the ball thereafter, Uncle, since it took precedence over my arrival.”
A slightly cool smile pulled at her lips. “You can imagine my
disappointment.” Giles harrumphed quietly, having never expected to
hear such a thing from his niece. Even though he had never met his
niece, Giles had always believed her to be a quiet sort of girl and
had not thought that he would hear such determined words from
her. “We had a comfortable evening and night, however.” Juliet lifted
her chin, never once shifting her gaze from his face. “I should inform
you that I have moved my companion from the bedchamber you had
designated for her to one that is much more suitable.”
Giles blinked.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I have removed her from the bedchamber which was set aside
for her and placed her in a room closer to my own. You are aware,
Uncle, that she is a companion and not a governess? Not a lady’s
maid?” Astonishment tied a knot in his tongue. “The bedchamber
was most unsuitable. She is the daughter of a Baron and should be
treated as such, do you not think?”
“I do not believe that I have been considering her in any other
way.”
A cold hand tightened around his neck at the cool smile which
spread across his niece’s face.
“Then why, might I ask, did you place her in such a dingy
bedchamber, when there are plenty of perfectly suitable
bedchambers available in your house?” Lady Juliet’s hands went to
her hips, and one eyebrow arched questioningly. Rather than have
an answer ready for her, Giles found himself quite astonished. He
was not angry nor upset, but rather utterly amazed that this slip of a
girl thought she could speak to him in such a manner. Worse, that
she could step into his house and undermine his authority in such a
way! “I believe that Mama has made it perfectly clear to you just
how much Miss Lawder means to us.” Before he could even begin to
form an answer, Lady Juliet was speaking again, perhaps seeing a
flicker of anger in his eyes. “Her father thinks very little of her. She is
considered nothing more than a burden to him, even though, by
rights, she ought to be a lady in amongst society as I am. She
arrived with us very soon after father became ill. Mother thought
that I might gain relief and companionship during what was a
terribly difficult time, but Miss Lawder has brought both Mother, and
myself, a great deal of comfort.” Lady Juliet shook her head and
sighed, finally dropping her gaze from his. “Did you know that her
father, Baron Wakefield, has made certain that any money she
makes is sent directly to him? I do not think that Miss Lawder has a
penny of her own and, of course, she can do nothing about it, for it
is her father’s prerogative to do as he sees fit. For someone who has
been treated so cruelly by her own flesh and blood, I think that we
must do that we can, to show her as much generosity as possible.
As I have just stated, she has become very dear to both myself and
my mother in such a short while.”
Giles drew in a deep breath, his emotions all of a confusion.
“You are certainly rather forthright, Lady Juliet.”
And most able to make me feel very guilty indeed over my
choice of bedchamber for the lady which, in itself, is a very small
thing indeed.
A hint of a smile danced around Lady Juliet’s lips.
“I believe that I am much like my mother, Uncle.”
Despite his frustration, a laugh escaped from the corner of his
mouth.
“In that I believe you are quite right, Lady Juliet. My sister was
always stubborn and determined, and it appears that you may also
have that trait. I do not know how your father survives with both of
you in his house!”
Lady Juliet’s smile lingered.
“I believe that my father would prefer me to be forthright and
blunt, rather than shy and retiring.”
I cannot imagine why.
“You have made your point quite clearly. I confess that I did not
think of Miss Lawder’s social standing when I gave her that
bedchamber.”
Seeing his niece’s eyebrows lift, he spread his hands and
shrugged, thinking that would be enough of an explanation.
“You sought to keep her from society rather than encourage her
to join with it. And that even before you were introduced to her.”
Guilt reared its ugly head in Giles’ heart, but he ignored it with
an effort. Shrugging, he turned away from his niece and picked up
his brandy glass, which was unfortunately empty.
“You forget, Lady Juliet, that I have no knowledge of
companions. I have no experience with such creatures either. I was
only doing as I thought best.”
A small yet triumphant smile caught the edge of Lady Juliet’s
mouth.
“I quite understand, Uncle. I am glad that you are willing to
accept the change in circumstances.”
It is not as though I have any opportunity to refuse it.
“Indeed.” Forcing a smile, Giles gestured to the door. “As you
yourself have said, I am very busy this morning. I fear I shall not
see you again until we dine this evening.”
Much to his frustration, however, Lady Juliet did not move.
“And is there any entertainment for us this evening? Or are you
again to go into society without us?”
This is going to be more difficult than I had anticipated.
“I have nothing planned for this evening as I was certain you
would both require some time to rest and recover after your long
journey to London.”
“How very considerate.” Lady Juliet’s smile was a little fierce.
“Then tomorrow, I assume? I am very much looking forward to
entering society. You do recall that I am to be presented tomorrow
afternoon?”
His mind spinning frantically, Giles gave her a swift nod.
“Yes, tomorrow afternoon, of course. Thereafter, there are many
things I have planned for you and for your companion.”
This was of course a complete mistruth, for Giles had no
invitations secured, nor had he made any plans of his own.
“I am delighted to hear it.” With a smile, Lady Juliet finally
turned towards the door, leaving Giles to breathe out a sigh of relief.
“I shall inform Miss Lawder at once. You have not met her as yet,
have you?”
Giles shook his head.
“No, that pleasure is still to come, and shall happen this
evening.”
Lady Juliet smiled and left him without another word. Giles
dropped his head forward, letting out a sigh of frustration as he did
so.
Now I must find some sort of entertainment for my niece and
her companion for tomorrow night.
For whatever reason, it had not occurred to him that his niece
would require company and entertainment upon her arrival to
London, although he had, at the very least, remembered that she
was to be presented. He had spoken of her presence in London to
no-one, perhaps out of a mistaken hope that the situation might
never take place. In the back of his mind had been the prayer that
Lady Juliet’s father would recover in time for them all come to
London.
“It appears that I have been a little foolish.”
Straightening, Giles turned back to his desk, continuing to
mutter to himself. Picking up his quill, he found that no inspiration
came to him as he prepared to continue with his correspondence.
His thoughts were centered solely on his niece. The last thing he had
expected was to see her so fiery and filled with determination. And
yet, that stubborn trait was a part of his family, and now that he
thought of it, had he not seen it in his own sister many years ago?
Her companion will have much to do to improve her. Lady Juliet
must be shown how to behave and speak appropriately in society.
Dropping his quill, Giles went in search of his empty brandy glass.
The Season stretched out in front of him, no longer filled with joys
and delights, but rather with struggle and strain. He was not to have
the enjoyment he had relished for so many years. Instead, there
was responsibility and burden and Giles wished with every fiber of
his being that he had never agreed to sponsor his niece into society
in the first place.
“GOOD EVENING,
UNCLE.”
Choosing to remain unsmiling, Giles rose from his chair.
“Good evening. It is good of you to finally join me for dinner.”
With a lifted eyebrow, he gestured to the empty chair at the other
end of the table. “It has been at least five minutes since the dinner
gong sounded.”
“Thank you for your patience.” Juliet’s smile was sweet but
there was no brightness in her eyes. “I confess that I was a little
tardy due to a slight tear in my gown. Miss Lawder was quick to fix
it, however, so we are only a few minutes late.” Giles nodded, his
smile tight, as tension began to flood the space between them. They
had only been in each other’s company for a very short while, and
yet it seemed that this unsettling feeling only grew with every
meeting. Perhaps I have upset her by being so inconsiderate – in her
eyes – towards her companion! “You have not yet been introduced
to Miss Lawder.”
“No, indeed I have not.”
Finally pulling his attention away from Lady Juliet, Giles looked
to the young lady standing behind his niece.
“Uncle, this is Miss Emma Lawder. Miss Lawder, this is my uncle,
the Earl of Bargrave.” Lady Juliet smiled. “I should also have
informed you that Miss Lawder is the daughter of Baron Wakefield.”
A slightly knowing smile crept into her eyes as she studied him,
sending another stab of guilt into Giles’ heat.
“Good evening, Miss Lawder.” As the lady stepped into the
candlelight a little more, Giles blinked in surprise. This was not the
picture he had formed in his mind of his niece’s companion. He had
thought that she would have been a good deal older, and perhaps
even a slightly wrinkled creature with much of life behind her. He
had assumed that her father had sent her to be a companion due to
her age – but this willowy young lady could only be, at most, a few
years older than Lady Juliet! Clearing his throat, Giles dropped into a
bow. “I am very glad to meet you.”
“Good evening, Lord Bargrave.” The brown-haired young lady
smiled softly and dropped into an elegant curtsey. “I know that Lady
Juliet is glad indeed to be in London at long last. I will, of course, do
all that I can to support her as she traverses society with your
guidance and patronage. I thank you also for your generosity in
permitting me to reside here for the Season, in what is such a lovely
house.”
Giles did not miss the way Juliet’s eyes lit up at this remark.
Was that particular comment meant to be a comment on the
bedchamber I first gave her?
Shrugging inwardly, he returned to his chair, thinking that it
would be best to leave the conversation where it was at present.
“Come now, the food will be getting cold if we do not sit to eat
together.”
Waiting for the ladies to take their seats, he snapped his fingers
before sitting down himself and, within seconds, the foot was
served.
“It is very exciting that Lady Juliet will be presented tomorrow.”
Giles cleared his throat.
“Yes, indeed, most exciting.”
Another glance towards the companion told him that she and
Lady Juliet were sharing a secret smile. Had they already planned
what they were to converse about? Was there to be an attempt to
pile guilt upon his shoulders?
“What is it that you have planned for Lady Juliet tomorrow
evening, might I ask?”
Miss Lawder sent a warm smile in Giles’ direction, but it only
caused his brows to lower all the more.
This is my niece’s doing. She does not believe that I have made
any plans for her whatsoever.
“You need not concern yourself with my intentions for Lady
Juliet, Miss Lawder. I am more than capable.” The smile on Miss
Lawder’s face quickly dropped, and Giles looked away, clearing his
throat for what was the second time. “I shall inform you tomorrow,
Lady Juliet, about what we are to attend and when we are leaving. I
will make sure to give you enough time to prepare.”
Lady Juliet’s eyes narrowed slightly as she looked straight at
him, her fork clasped in one hand.
“Miss Lawder was only asking, Uncle. And as my companion, it
is her role to be present at most events which I attend, to chaperone
me when you are not immediately available. Is there any need for
such secrecy?”
“I am not being secretive in the slightest. I simply do not need
to be questioned as to whether or not I am able to care for my
niece.”
Miss Lawder blinked rapidly and for a moment, and Giles
thought that she would drop her head and press a napkin to her
eyes. It was not his intention to upset her, of course, but rather that
he wanted to make it quite plain that he was able to take care of his
niece and her requirements without any additional support from a
companion. Then Miss Lawder lifted her head.
“You mistake my intentions, Lord Bargrave. I am not
questioning you, nor am I in anyway suggesting that you are
inadequate. Quite frankly, my Lord, I am a little surprised at such a
reaction.”
Her eyes were clear as they met his for a long moment, leaving
Giles without an answer.
I have reacted badly to the lady, simply because of my niece.
His conscience pricked him, and he opened his mouth to apologize,
only for Lady Juliet to begin a conversation with her companion
which excluded him entirely. Grimacing, Giles picked up his fork and
began to eat. His relationship with his niece was going to be more
difficult to navigate than he had expected, and now he had the
companion to deal with also.
I have two feisty, forthright young ladies residing under my roof.
His scowl grew as he jabbed his fork into the meat on his plate.
This, I fear, will be one of the least enjoyable Seasons that I have
ever known… and it is all my own fault.
CHAPTER THREE
Mr John Haliday having been in hiding on the hills, after the battle
of Pentland, became impatient to hear news concerning the
sufferings of his brethren who had been in arms; and in particular, if
there were any troops scouring the district in which he had found
shelter. Accordingly, he left his hiding-place in the evening, and
travelled towards the valley until about midnight, when, coming to
the house of Gabriel Johnstone, and perceiving a light, he
determined on entering, as he knew him to be a devout man, and one
much concerned about the sufferings of the Church of Scotland.
Mr Haliday, however, approached the house with great caution, for
he rather wondered why there should be a light there at midnight,
while at the same time he neither heard psalms singing nor the
accents of prayer. So, casting off his heavy shoes, for fear of making a
noise, he stole softly up to the little window from whence the light
beamed, and peeped in, where he saw, not Johnstone, but another
man, whom he did not know, in the very act of cutting a soldier’s
throat, while Johnstone’s daughter, a comely girl, about twenty years
of age, was standing deliberately by, and holding the candle to him.
Haliday was seized with an inexpressible terror; for the floor was
all blood, and the man was struggling in the agonies of death, and
from his dress he appeared to have been a cavalier of some
distinction. So completely was the Covenanter overcome with horror,
that he turned and fled from the house with all his might. So much
had Haliday been confounded that he even forgot to lift his shoes,
but fled without them; and he had not run above half a bowshot
before he came upon two men hastening to the house of Gabriel
Johnstone. As soon as they perceived him running towards them
they fled, and he pursued them; for when he saw them so ready to
take alarm, he was sure they were some of the persecuted race, and
tried eagerly to overtake them, exerting his utmost speed, and calling
on them to stop. All this only made them run faster; and when they
came to a feal-dyke they separated, and ran different ways, and he
soon thereafter lost sight of them both.
This house, where Johnstone lived, is said to have been in a lonely
concealed dell, not far from West Linton, in what direction I do not
know, but it was towards that village that Haliday fled, not knowing
whether he went, till he came to the houses. Having no
acquaintances here whom he durst venture to call up, and the
morning having set in frosty, he began to conceive that it was
absolutely necessary for him to return to the house of Gabriel
Johnstone, and try to regain his shoes, as he little knew when or
where it might be in his power to get another pair. Accordingly, he
hasted back by a nearer path, and coming to the place before it was
day, found his shoes. At the same time he heard a fierce contention
within the house, but as there seemed to be a watch he durst not
approach it, but again made his escape.
Having brought some victuals along with him, he did not return to
his hiding-place that day, which was in a wild height, south of Biggar,
but remained in the moss of Craigengaur; and as soon as it drew
dark, descended again into the valley. Again he perceived a light in
the distance, where he thought no light should have been. But he
went towards it, and as he approached he heard the melody of
psalm-singing issuing from the place, and floating far on the still
breeze of the night. He hurried to the spot, and found the reverend
and devout Mr Livingston, in the act of divine worship, in an old void
barn on the lands of Slipperfield, with a great number of serious and
pious people, who were all much affected both by his prayers and
discourse.
After the worship was ended, Haliday made up to the minister,
among many others, to congratulate him on the splendour of his
discourse, and implore “a further supply of the same milk of
redeeming grace, with which they found their souls nourished,
cherished, and exalted.” The good man complied with the request,
and appointed another meeting at the same place on a future night.
Haliday having been formerly well acquainted with the preacher,
convoyed him on his way home, where they condoled with one
another on the hardness of their lots; and Haliday told him of the
scene he had witnessed at the house of Gabriel Johnstone. The heart
of the good minister was wrung with grief, and he deplored the
madness and malice of the people who had committed an act that
would bring down tenfold vengeance on the heads of the whole
persecuted race. At length it was resolved between them that, as soon
as it was day, they would go and reconnoitre, and if they found the
case of the aggravated nature they suspected, they would themselves
be the first to expose it, and give the perpetrators up to justice.
Accordingly, next morning they took another man into the secret,
a William Rankin, one of Mr Livingston’s elders, and the three went
away to Johnstone’s house, to investigate the case of the cavalier’s
murder; but there was a guard of three armed men opposed them,
and neither promises nor threatenings, nor all the minister’s
eloquence, could induce them to give way one inch. The men advised
the intruders to take themselves off, lest a worse thing should befall
them; and as they continued to motion them away, with the most
impatient gestures, the kind divine and his associates thought meet
to retire, and leave the matter as it was; and thus was this mysterious
affair hushed up in silence and darkness for that time, no tongue
having been heard to mention it further than as above recited. The
three armed men were all unknown to the others, but Haliday
observed that one of them was the very youth whom he saw cutting
off the soldier’s head with a knife.
The rage and cruelty of the Popish party seemed to gather new
virulence every day, influencing all the counsels of the king; and the
persecution of the Nonconformists was proportionably severe. One
new act of council was issued after another, all tending to root the
Covenanters out of Scotland, but it had only the effect of making
their tenets still dearer to them. The longed-for night of the meeting
in the old hay-barn at length arrived, and it was attended by a still
greater number than on the night preceding. A more motley group
can hardly be conceived than appeared in the barn that night, and
the lamps being weak and dim rendered the appearance of the
assembly still more striking. It was, however, observed that about the
middle of the service a number of fellows came in with broad slouch
bonnets, and watch-coats or cloaks about them, who placed
themselves in equal divisions at the two doors, and remained without
uncovering their heads, two of them being busily engaged taking
notes. Before Mr Livingston began the last prayer, however, he
desired the men to uncover, which they did, and the service went on
to the end; but no sooner had the minister pronounced the word
Amen, than the group of late comers threw off their cloaks, and
drawing out swords and pistols, their commander, one General
Drummond, charged the whole congregation in the king’s name to
surrender.
A scene of the utmost confusion ensued. The lights being
extinguished, many of the young men burst through the roof of the
old barn in every direction, and though many shots were fired at
them in the dark, great numbers escaped; but Mr Livingston and
other eleven were retained prisoners, and conveyed to Edinburgh,
where they were examined before the council and cast into prison.
Among the prisoners were Mr Haliday and the identical young man
whom he had seen in the act of murdering the cavalier, and who
turned out to be a Mr John Lindsay, from Edinburgh, who had been
at the battle of Pentland, and in hiding afterwards.
Great was the lamentation for the loss of Mr Livingston, who was
so highly esteemed by his hearers. The short extracts from his
sermons in the barn, that were produced against him on his trial,
prove him to have been a man endowed with talents somewhat above
the greater part of his contemporaries. His text that night it appears
had been taken from Genesis:—“And God saw the wickedness of man
that it was great in the earth, and that every imagination of the
thoughts of his heart was only evil continually.” One of the quoted
passages concludes thus:—
“Let us join together in breaking the bands of the oppressors, and
casting their cords from us. As for myself, as a member of this poor
persecuted Church of Scotland, and an unworthy minister of it, I
hereby call upon you all, in the name of God, to set your faces, your
hearts, and your hands against all such acts, which are or shall be
passed against the covenanted work of reformation in this kingdom;
that we here declare ourselves free of the guilt of them, and pray that
God may put this in record in heaven.”
These words having been sworn to, and Mr Livingston not denying
them, a sharp debate arose in the council what punishment to award.
The king’s advocate urged the utility of sending him forthwith to the
gallows; but some friends in the council got his sentence commuted
to banishment; and he was accordingly banished the kingdom. Six
more, against whom nothing could be proven farther than their
having been present at a conventicle, were sentenced to
imprisonment for two months; among this number, Haliday was one.
The other five were condemned to be executed at the cross of
Edinburgh, on the 14th of December following; and among this last
unhappy number was Mr John Lindsay.
Haliday now tried all the means he could devise to gain an
interview with Lindsay, to have some explanation of the
extraordinary scene he had witnessed in the cottage at midnight, for
it had made a fearful impression upon his mind, and he never could
get rid of it for a moment; having still in his mind’s eye a beautiful
country maiden standing with a pleased face, holding a candle, and
Lindsay in the meantime at his horrid task. His endeavours,
however, were all in vain, for they were in different prisons, and the
jailer paid no attention to his requests. But there was a gentleman in
the privy council that year, whose name, I think, was Gilmour, to
whose candour Haliday conceived that both he and some of his
associates owed their lives. To this gentleman, therefore, he applied
by letter, requesting a private interview with him, as he had a
singular instance of barbarity to communicate, which it would be
well to inquire into while the possibility of doing so remained, for the
access to it would soon be sealed for ever. The gentleman attended
immediately, and Haliday revealed to him the circumstances
previously mentioned, stating that the murderer now lay in the
Tolbooth jail, under sentence of death.
Gilmour appeared much interested, as well as astonished at the
narrative, and taking out a note-book, he looked over some dates,
and then observed—“This date of yours tallies exactly with one of my
own, relating to an incident of the same sort; but the circumstances
narrated are so different, that I must conceive either that you are
mistaken, or that you are trumping up this story to screen some
other guilty person or persons.”
Haliday disclaimed all such motives, and persevered in his
attestations. Gilmour then took him along with him to the Tolbooth
prison, where the two were admitted to a private interview with the
prisoner, and there charged him with the crime of murder in such a
place and on such a night; but he denied the whole with disdain.
Haliday told him that it was in vain for him to deny it, for he beheld
him in the very act of perpetrating the murder with his own eyes,
while Gabriel Johnstone’s daughter stood deliberately and held the
candle to him.
“Hold your tongue, fellow!” said Lindsay, disdainfully, “for you
know not what you are saying. What a cowardly dog you must be by
your own account! If you saw me murdering a gentleman cavalier,
why did you not rush in to his assistance?”
“I could not have saved the gentleman then,” said Haliday, “and I
thought it not meet to intermeddle in such a scene of blood.”
“It was as well for you that you did not,” said Lindsay.
“Then you acknowledge being in the cottage of the dell that night?”
said Gilmour.
“And if I was, what is that to you? Or what is it now to me or any
person? I was there on the night specified; but I am ashamed of the
part I there acted, and am now well requited for it. Yes, requited as I
ought to be, so let it rest; for not one syllable of the transaction shall
any one hear from me.”
Thus they were obliged to leave the prisoner, and forthwith
Gilmour led Haliday up a stair to a lodging in the Parliament Square,
where they found a gentleman lying sick in bed, to whom Mr
Gilmour said, after inquiring after his health, “Brother Robert, I
conceive that we two have found out the young man who saved your
life at the cottage among the mountains.”
“I would give the half that I possess that this were true,” said the
sick gentleman. “Who or where is he?”
“If I am right in my conjecture,” said the privy councillor, “he is
lying in the Tolbooth jail, under sentence of death, and has but a few
days to live. But tell me, brother, could you know him, or have you
any recollection of his appearance?”
“Alas! I have none,” said the other, mournfully, “for I was
insensible, through the loss of blood, the whole time I was under his
protection; and if I ever heard his name I have lost it, the whole of
that period being a total blank in my memory. But he must be a hero
in the first rank; and therefore, oh, my dear brother, save him
whatever his crime may be.”
“His life is justly forfeited to the laws of his country, brother,” said
Gilmour, “and he must die with the rest.”
“He shall not die with the rest if I should die for him,” cried the
sick man, vehemently. “I will move heaven and earth before my
brave deliverer shall die like a felon.”
“Calm yourself, brother, and trust that part to me,” said Gilmour.
“I think my influence saved the life of this gentleman, as well as the
lives of some others, and it was all on account of the feeling of
respect I had for the party, one of whom, or, rather, two of whom,
acted such a noble and distinguished part toward you. But pray,
undeceive this gentleman by narrating the facts to him, in which he
cannot fail to be interested.” The sick man, whose name, if I
remember aright, was Captain Robert Gilmour, of the volunteers,
then proceeded as follows:—
“There having been high rewards offered for the apprehension of
some south-country gentlemen, whose correspondence with Mr
Welch, and some other of the fanatics, had been intercepted, I took
advantage of information I obtained regarding the place of their
retreat, and set out, certain of apprehending two of them at least.
“Accordingly, I went off one morning about the beginning of
November, with only five followers, well armed and mounted. We
left Gilmerton long before it was light, and having a trusty guide,
rode straight to their hiding-place, where we did not arrive till
towards the evening, when we started them. They were seven in
number, and were armed with swords and bludgeons; but, being
apprized of our approach, they fled from us, and took shelter in a
morass, into which it was impossible to follow them on horseback.
But perceiving three more men on another hill, I thought there was
no time to lose, so giving one of my men our horses to hold, the rest
of us advanced into the morass with drawn swords and loaded horse-
pistols. I called to them to surrender, but they stood upon their
guard, determined on resistance; and just when we were involved to
the knees in the mire of the morass, they broke in upon us, pell-mell,
and for about two minutes the engagement was very sharp. There
was an old man struck me a terrible blow with a bludgeon, and was
just about to repeat it, when I brought him down with a shot from my
pistol. A young fellow then ran at me with his sword, and as I still
stuck in the moss, I could not ward the blow, so that he got a fair
stroke at my neck, meaning, without doubt, to cut off my head; and
he would have done it had his sword been sharp. As it was, he cut it
to the bone, and opened one of the jugular veins. I fell; but my men
firing a volley in their faces, at that moment they fled. It seems we
did the same, without loss of time; for I must now take my narrative
from the report of others, as I remember no more that passed. My
men bore me on their arms to our horses, and then mounted and
fled, trying all that they could to stanch the bleeding of my wound.
But perceiving a party coming down a hill, as with the intent of
cutting off their retreat, and losing all hopes of saving my life, they
carried me into a cottage in a wild lonely retreat, commended me to
the care of the inmates; and after telling them my name, and in what
manner I had received my death wound, they thought proper to
provide for their own safety, and so escaped.
“The only inmates of that lonely house, at least at that present
time, were a lover and his mistress, but intercommuned Whigs; and
when my men left me on the floor, the blood, which they had
hitherto restrained in part, burst out afresh and deluged the floor.
The young man said it was best to put me out of my pain, but the girl
wept and prayed him rather to render me some assistance. ‘Oh,
Johnny, man, how can you speak that gate?’ cried she. ‘Suppose he
be our mortal enemy, he is aye ane o’ God’s creatures, an’ has a soul
to be saved as well as either you or me; and a soldier is obliged to do
as he is bidden. Now Johnny, ye ken ye were learned to be a doctor o’
physic; wad ye no rather try to stop the bleeding, and save the young
officer’s life, as either kill him, or let him bleed to death on our floor,
when the blame o’ the murder might fa’ on us!’
“‘Now, the blessing of heaven light on your head, my dear Sally!’
said the lover, ‘for you have spoken the very sentiments of my heart;
and, since it is your desire, though we should both rue it, I here vow
to you that I will not only endeavour to save his life, but I will defend
it against our own party to the last drop of my blood.’
“He then began, and, in spite of my feeble struggles, who knew not
either what I was doing or suffering, sewed up the hideous gash in
my throat and neck, tying every stitch by itself; and the house not
being able to produce a pair of scissors, it seems that he cut off all the
odds and ends of the stitching with a large sharp gully knife, and it
was likely to have been during the operation that this gentleman
chanced to look in at the window. He then bathed the wound for an
hour with cloths dipped in cold water, dressed it with plaster of
wood-betony, and put me to bed, expressing to his sweetheart the
most vivid hopes of my recovery.
“These operations were scarcely finished when the maid’s two
brothers came home from their hiding-place; and it seems they
would have been there much sooner had not this gentleman given
them chase in the contrary direction. They, seeing the floor all
covered with blood, inquired the cause with wild trepidation of
manner. Their sister was the first to inform them of what had
happened, on which both the young men gripped to their weapons,
and the eldest, Samuel, cried out with the vehemence of a maniac,
‘Blessed be the righteous avenger of blood! Hoo! Is it then true that
the Lord hath delivered our greatest enemy into our hands!’ ‘Hold,
hold, dearest brother!’ cried the maid, spreading out her arms before
him. ‘Would you kill a helpless young man, lying in a state of
insensibility! What! although the Almighty hath put his life in your
hand, will He not require the blood of you, shed in such a base and
cowardly way?’
“‘Hold your peace, foolish girl,’ cried he, in the same furious strain.
‘I tell you, if he had a thousand lives I would sacrifice them all this
moment! Wo be to this old rusty and fizenless sword that did not
sever his head from his body when I had a fair chance in the open
field! Nevertheless he shall die; for you do not yet know that he hath,
within these few hours, murdered our father, whose blood is yet
warm around him on the bleak height.’
“‘Oh! merciful heaven! killed our father!’ screamed the girl, and
flinging herself down on the resting-chair, she fainted away. The two
brothers regarded not, but with their bared weapons made towards
the closet, intent on my blood, and both vowing I should die if I had a
thousand lives. The stranger interfered, and thrust himself into the
closet door before them, swearing that, before they committed so
cowardly a murder they should first make their way through his
body.
“Samuel retreated one step to have full sway for his weapon, and
the fury depicted on his countenance proved his determination. But
in a moment his gallant opponent closed with him, and holding up
his wrist with his left hand, he with the right bestowed on him a blow
with such energy that he fell flat on the floor among the soldier’s
blood. The youngest then ran on their antagonist with his sword and
wounded him, but the next moment he was lying beside his brother.
As soon as her brothers came fairly to their senses, the young woman
and her lover began and expostulated with them, at great length, on
the impropriety and unmanliness of the attempt, until they became
all of one mind, and the two brothers agreed to join in the defence of
the wounded gentleman, from all of their own party, until he was
rescued by his friends, which they did. But it was the maid’s simple
eloquence that finally prevailed with the fierce Covenanters.
“When my brothers came at last, with a number of my men, and
took me away, the only thing I remember seeing in the house was the
corpse of the old man whom I had shot, and the beautiful girl
standing weeping over the body; and certainly my heart smote me in
such a manner that I would not experience the same feeling again for
the highest of this world’s benefits. That comely young maiden, and
her brave intrepid lover, it would be the utmost ingratitude in me, or
in any of my family, ever to forget; for it is scarcely possible that a
man can ever be again in the same circumstances as I was, having
been preserved from death in the house of the man whom my hand
had just deprived of life.”
Just as he ended, the sick nurse peeped in, which she had done
several times before, and said, “Will your honour soon be
disengaged, d’ye think? for ye see because there’s a lass wanting till
speak till ye.”
“A lass, nurse? what lass can have any business with me? what is
she like?”
“Oo, ’deed, sir, the lass is weel enough for that part o’t, but she may
be nae better than she should be for a’ that; ye ken, I’se no answer for
that, for ye see because “like is an ill mark”; but she has been aften
up, speiring after ye, an’ gude troth she’s fairly in nettle-earnest now,
for she winna gang awa till she see your honour.”
The nurse being desired to show her in, a comely girl entered, with
a timid step, and seemed ready to faint with trepidation. She had a
mantle on, and a hood that covered much of her face. The privy
councillor spoke to her, desiring her to come forward and say her
errand, on which she said that “she only wanted a preevat word wi’
the captain, if he was that weel as to speak to ane,” He looked over
the bed, and desired her to say on, for that gentleman was his
brother, from whom he kept no secrets. After a hard struggle with
her diffidence, but, on the other hand, prompted by the urgency of
the case, she at last got out, “I’m unco glad to see you sae weel comed
round again, though I daresay ye’ll maybe no ken wha I am. But it
was me that nursed ye, an’ took care o’ ye in our house, when your
head was amaist cuttit off.”
There was not another word required to draw forth the most
ardent expressions of kindness from the two brothers, on which the
poor girl took courage, and, after several showers of tears, she said,
with many bitter sobs, “There’s a poor lad wha, in my humble
opinion, saved your life; an’ wha is just gaun to be hanged the day
after the morn. I wad unco fain beg your honour’s interest to get his
life spared.”
“Say not another word, my dear good girl,” said the councillor; “for
though I hardly know how I can intercede for a rebel who has taken
up arms against the government, yet, for your sake and his, my best
interest shall be exerted.”
“Oh, ye maun just say, sir, that the poor Whigs were driven to
desperation, and that this young man was misled by others in the
fervour and enthusiasm of youth. What else can ye say? But ye’re
good—oh, ye’re very good! and on my knees I beg that ye winna lose
ony time, for indeed there is nae time to lose!”
The councillor lifted her kindly by both hands, and desired her to
stay with his brother’s nurse till his return, on which he went away to
the president, and in half-an-hour returned with a respite for the
convict, John Lindsay, for three days, which he gave to the girl, along
with an order for her admittance to the prisoner. She thanked him
with the tears in her eyes, but added, “Oh, sir, will he and I then be
obliged to part for ever at the end of three days?”
“Keep up your heart, and encourage your lover,” said he, “and
meet me here again, on Thursday, at this same hour, for, till the
council meet, nothing further than this can be obtained.”
It may well be conceived how much the poor forlorn prisoner was
astonished when his own beloved Sally entered to him with a
reprieve in her hand, and how much his whole soul dilated when, on
the Thursday following, she presented him with a free pardon. They
were afterwards married, when the Gilmours took them under their
protection. Lindsay became a highly qualified surgeon, and the
descendants of this intrepid youth occupy respectable situations in
Edinburgh to the present day.
GRAYSTEEL:
A TRADITIONARY STORY OF CAITHNESS.