"Alas!my worthy sir,"said the clergyman,"we meet in this world as in the Valley of the Shadow of Death,not knowing against whom we may chance to encounter.In truth,it is no matter of marvel,if we sometimes jostle those,to whom,if known,we would yield all respect.Surely,sir,I would rather have taken you for a profane malignant than for such a devout person as you prove,who reverences the great Master even in the meanest of his servants."
"It is always my custom to do so,learned sir,"answered Dalgetty;"for in the service of the immortal Gustavus--but I detain you from your meditations,"--his desire to speak of the King of Sweden being for once overpowered by the necessity of his circumstances.
"By no means,my worthy sir,"said the clergyman."What was,I pray you,the order of that great Prince,whose memory is so dear to every Protestant bosom?"
"Sir,the drums beat to prayers morning and evening,as regularly as for parade;and if a soldier passed without saluting the chaplain,he had an hour's ride on the wooden mare for his pains.
Sir,I wish you a very good evening--I am obliged to depart the castle under M'Callum More's passport."
"Stay one instant,sir,"said the preacher;"is there nothing I can do to testify my respect for the pupil of the great Gustavus,and so admirable a judge of preaching?"
"Nothing,sir,"said the Captain,"but to shew me the nearest way to the gate--and if you would have the kindness,"he added,with great effrontery,"to let a servant bring my horse with him,the dark grey gelding--call him Gustavus,and he will prick up his ears--for I know not where the castle-stables are situated,and my guide,"he added,looking at Ranald,"speaks no English."
"I hasten to accommodate you,"said the clergyman;"your way lies through that cloistered passage."
"Now,Heaven's blessing upon your vanity!"said the Captain to himself."I was afraid I would have had to march off without Gustavus."
In fact,so effectually did the chaplain exert himself in behalf of so excellent a judge of composition,that while Dalgetty was parleying with the sentinels at the drawbridge,showing his passport,and giving the watchword,a servant brought him his horse,ready saddled for the journey.In another place,the Captain's sudden appearance at large after having been publicly sent to prison,might have excited suspicion and enquiry;but the officers and domestics of the Marquis were accustomed to the mysterious policy of their master,and never supposed aught else than that he had been liberated and intrusted with some private commission by their master.In this belief,and having received the parole,they gave him free passage.
Dalgetty rode slowly through the town of Inverary,the outlaw attending upon him like a foot-page at his horse's shoulder.As they passed the gibbet,the old man looked on the bodies and wrung his hands.The look and gesture was momentary,but expressive of indescribable anguish.Instantly recovering himself,Ranald,in passing,whispered somewhat to one of the females,who,like Rizpah the daughter of Aiah,seemed engaged in watching and mourning the victims of feudal injustice and cruelty.The woman started at his voice,but immediately collected herself and returned for answer a slight inclination of the head.
Dalgetty continued his way out of the town,uncertain whether he should try to seize or hire a boat and cross the lake,or plunge into the woods,and there conceal himself from pursuit.In the former event he was liable to be instantly pursued by the galleys of the Marquis,which lay ready for sailing,their long yard-arms pointing to the wind,and what hope could he have in an ordinary Highland fishing-boat to escape from them?If he made the latter choice,his chance either of supporting or concealing himself in those waste and unknown wildernesses,was in the highest degree precarious.The town lay now behind him,yet what hand to turn to for safety he was unable to determine,and began to be sensible,that in escaping from the dungeon at Inverary,desperate as the matter seemed,he had only accomplished the easiest part of a difficult task.If retaken,his fate was now certain;for the personal injury he had offered to a man so powerful and so vindictive,could be atoned for only by instant death.While he pondered these distressing reflections,and looked around with a countenance which plainly expressed indecision,Ranald MacEagh suddenly asked him,"which way he intended to journey?"
"And that,honest comrade,"answered Dalgetty,"is precisely the question which I cannot answer you.Truly I begin to hold the opinion,Ranald,that we had better have stuck by the brown loaf and water-pitcher until Sir Duncan arrived,who,for his own honour,must have made some fight for me."
"Saxon,"answered MacEagh,"do not regret having exchanged the foul breath of yonder dungeon for the free air of heaven.Above all,repent not that you have served a Son of the Mist.Put yourself under my guidance,and I will warrant your safety with my head."
"Can you guide me safe through these mountains,and back to the army of Montrose?"said Dalgetty.
"I can,"answered MacEagh;"there lives not a man to whom the mountain passes,the caverns,the glens,the thickets,and the corries are known,as they are to the Children of the Mist.
While others crawl on the level ground,by the sides of lakes and streams,ours are the steep hollows of the inaccessible mountains,the birth-place of the desert springs.Not all the bloodhounds of Argyle can trace the fastnesses through which I can guide you."
"Say'st thou so,honest Ranald?"replied Dalgetty;"then have on with thee;for of a surety I shall never save the ship by my own pilotage."
