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house for the night ; and we must follow, or lose the whole ceremony of the calige. Your friend, the Baron, has been guilty of a great piece of cruelly; he has insisted upon dragging Bailie Macwheeble out to the field of battle. Now, you must know, lhe Bailie's greatest horror is an armed Highlander, or a loaded gun; and there he stands, listening to the Baron's instructions concerning the protest ; ducking his head like a sea-gull at the report of every gun and pistol that our idle boys are firing upon the fields ; and undergoing, by way of penance, at every symptom of flipching, a severe rebuke from his patron, who would not admit the discharge of a whole battery of cannon, within point-blank distance, as an apology for neglecting a discourse, in which the honour of his family is interested.
“But how has Mr. Bradwardine got him lo venture so far?” said Edward.
“Why, be had come as far as Musselburgh, I fancy, in hopes of making some of our wills; and the peremptory commands of the Baron dragged him forward to Preston after the baltle was over. lle complains of one or lwo of our ragamuffins having put him in peril of his life, by presenting their pieces at him; but as they limited his ransom to an English penny, I don't think we need trouble the propost-martial upon that subject.—So, come along, Waverley."
“Waverley!" said the English officer, with great emotion; "the nephew of Sir Everard Waverley, of ---shire ?”
“The same, sir," replied our hero, somewhat surprised at the lone in which he was addressed.
“I am at once happy and grieved," said the prisoner, " to have met with you."
“I am ignorant, sir,” answered Waverley, “how I have deserved so much interest." “Did your uncle never mention a friend called Talbot ? '
I have heard him lalk with great regard of such a person,” replied Edward ; "a colonel, I believe, in the army, and the husband of Lady Emily Blandeville ; but I thought colonel Talbot had been abroad."
“I am just relurned," answered the officer ; "and, being in Scotland, thought it my duty to act where my services promised to be useful. Yes, Mr. Waverley, I am thạt Colonel Talbot, the husband of the lady you have named ; and I am proud to acknowledge, that I owe alike my professional rank and my domestic bappiness to your generous and noble-minded relative. Good God! that I should find his nephew in such a dress, and engaged in such
a cause !"
“Sir,” said Fergus, haughtily, “the dress and cause are those of men of birth and honour,"
“My situation forbids me to dispute your assertion,” said Colonel Talbot ; 66 otherwise it were no difficult matter to show that neilher courage nor pride of lineage can gild a bad cause. But, with Mr. Waverley's permission, and yours, sir, if yours also must be asked, I would willingly speak a few words with him on affairs connected with his own family.”
“Mr. Waverley, sir, regulates his own motions. You will follow me, I suppose, to Pinkie," said Fergus, turning to Edward, 66 when you have finished your discourse with this new acquaintance?” So saying, the Chief of Glennaquoich adjusted his plaid with rather more than his usual air of haughty assumption, and left the apartment.
The interest of Waverley readily procured for Colonel Talbot the freedom of adjourning to a large garden, belonging to his place of confinement. They walked a few paces in silence, Colonel Talbot apparently studying how to open what he had to say ; at length he addressed Edward.
“Mr. Waverley, you have this day saved my life, and yet I would to God that I had lost it, ere I had found you wearing the uniform and cockade of these men.
“I forgive your reproach, Colonel Talbot ; it is well meant, and your education and prejudices render it natural. But there is nothing extraordinary in finding a man, whose honour has been publicly and unjustly assailed, in the situation which promised most fair to afford him satisfaction on his calumniators.”
“ I should rather say, in the situation most likely to confirm the reports that they have circulated,” said Colonel Talbot, “by following the very line of conduct ascribed to you. Are you aware, Mr. Waverley, of the infinite distress, and even danger, which your present conduct has occasioned to your nearest relatives ! ”
Danger ! “Yes, sir, danger. When I left England, your uncle and falher had been obliged to find bail to answer a charge of treason, to which they were only admitted by the exertion of the most powerful interest. I came down to Scotland, with the sole purpose of rescuing you from the gulf into which you had precipitated yourself ; nor can I estimate the consequences to your family, of your having openly joined the rebellion, since the very suspicion of your intention was so perilous to them. Most deeply do I regret, that I did not meet you before this last and fatal error."
“I am really ignorant,” said Waverley, in a tone of reserve, "why Colonel Talbot should have taken so much trouble on my account."
“Mr. Waverley," answered Talbot, “I am dull at apprehending irony; and therefore I shall answer your words according to their plain meaning. I am indebled to your unclc for benefits great
er than those which a son owes to a father. I acknowledge to him the duty of a son ; and as I know there is no manner in which I can requile his kindness so well as by serving you, I will serve you, if possible, whether you will permit me or no. The personal obligation which you have this day laid me under (although, in common estimation, as great as one human being can bestow on another), adds nothing to my zeal on your behalf ; nor can that zeal be abated by any coolness wilh which you may please to receive it.”
“Your intentions may be kind, sir," said Waverley, drily; “but your language is harsh, or at least peremptory."
"On my return to England," continued Colonel Talbot, “after long absence, I found your uncle, Sir Everard Waverley, in the custody of a king's messenger, in consequence of the suspicion brought upon him by your conduct. He is my oldest friend-how often shall I repeat it-my best benefactor ! he sacrificed his own views of happiness to mine-he never ultered a word, he never harboured a thought, that benevolence itself might not have thought or spoken. I found this man in confinement, rendered harsher to him by his habits of life, his natural dignity of feeling, and - forgive me, Mr. Waverley, - by the cause through which this calamity had come upon him. I cannot disguise from you my feelings upon this occasion; they were most painfully unfavourable to you. Having, by my family interest, which you probably know is not inconsiderable, succeeded in obtaining Sir Everard's release, I set out for Scotland. I saw Colonel Gardiner, a man whose fale alone is sufficient to render this insurrection for ever execrable. In the course of conversation with him, I found, that, from late circumstances, from a re-examination of the persons engaged in the mutiny, and from his original good opinion of your character, he was much softened towards you;
and I doubted not, that if I could be so fortunate as to discover you all might yet be well. But this unnatural rebellion has ruined all. I have, for the first time, in a long and active military life, seen Britons disgrace themselves by a panic flight, and that before a foe without either arms or discipline : And now I find the heir of my dearest friend—the son, I may say, of his affections—sharing a triumph, for which he ought the first to have blushed. Why should I lament Gardiner ? his lot was happy, compared to mine!”
There was so much digoity in Colonel Talbot's manner, such a mixture of military pride and manly sorrow, and the news of Sir Everard's imprisonment was told in so deep a tone of feeling, that Edward stood mortified, abashed, and distressed, in presence of the prisoner, who owed to him his life not many hours before. He was not sorry when Fergus interrupled their conference a second time.
“His Royal Highness commands Mr. Waverley's attendance."
Colonel Talbot Ihrew upon Edward a reproachful glance, which did not escape the quick eye of the Highland Chief. “ His immediate attendance," he repeated, with considerable emphasis, Waverley turned again towards the Colonel.
6 We shall meet again," he said ; " in the meanwhile, every possible accommodation”
" I desire none,” said the Colonel ; " let me fare like the meanest of those brave men, who, on this day of calamity, have preferred wounds and captivity to flight; I would almost exchange places with one of those who have fallen, to know that my words have made a suitable impression on your mind."
" Let Colonel Talbot be carefully secured," said Fergus to the Highland officer, who commanded the guard over the prisoners ; “ it is the Prince's particular command; he is a prisoner of the utmost importance."
66 But let him want no accommodation suitable to his rank," said Waverley.
“ Consistent always with secure custody,” reiterated Fergus. The officer signified his acquiescence in both commands, and Edward followed Fergus to the garden-gate, where Callum Beg, with three saddle-horses, awaited them. Turning his head, he saw Colonel Talbot re-conducted to his place of confinement by a file of Highlanders; he lingered on the threshold of the door, and made a signal with his hand towards Waverley, as if enforcing the language he had held towards him.
" Horses," said Fergus, as he mounted, are now as plenty as blackberries ; every man may have them for the catching. Come, let Callum adjust your stirrups, and let us to Pinkie-house' as fast as these ci-devant dragoon-horses choose to carry us.”
“I was turned back," said Fergus to Edward, as they galloped from Preston to Pinkie-house, “ by a message from the Prince. But, I suppose, you know the value of this most noble Colonel Talbot as a prisoner. He is held one of the best officers among the red-coals; a special friend and favourite of the Elector himself, and of that dreadful hero, the Duke of Cumberland, who has been summoned from his triumphs at Fontenoy, to come over and devour
1 Charles Edward took up his quarters, after the battle, at Pirkie-house, adjoining 10 Musselburgh.
us poor Highlanders alive. Has he been telling you how the bells of St James's ring? Not turn again, Whittington,' like those of Bow, in the days of yore?"
Fergus !” said Waverley, with a reproachful look.
Nay, I cannot tell what to make of you," answered the Chief of Mac-Ivor, “ you are blown about with every wind of doctrine. Here have we gained a victory, unparalleled in history—and your behaviour is praised by every living mortal to the skies—and the Prince is eager to thank you in person—and all our beauties of the White Rose are pulling caps for you,-and you, the preux chevalier of the day, are stooping on your horse's neck like a butterwoman riding to market, and looking as black as a funeral !"
“ I am sorry for poor Colonel Gardiner's death : he was once very kind to me.”
" Why, then, be sorry for five minutes, and then be glad again ; his chance to-day may be ours to-morrow; and what does it signify! The next best thing to victory is honourable death; but it is a pis-aller, and one would rather a foe had it than one's self."
“But Colonel Talbot has informed me that my father and uncle are both imprisoned by government on my account.”
“We'll put in bail, my boy; old Andrew Ferrara 'shall lodge his security; and I should like to see him put lo justify it in Westminster-Hall!"
“Nay, they are already at liberty, upon bail of a more civic disposition."
“ Then why is thy noble spiril cast down, Edward ? Dost think that the Elector's ministers are such doves as to set their enemies at liberty at this critical moment, if they could or durst confine and punish them? Assure thyself that either they have no charge against your relations on which they can continue their imprisonment, or else they are afraid of our friends, the jolly cavaliers of Old England. At any rate, you need not be apprehensive upon their account; and we will find some means of conveying to them assurances of your safety."
Edward was silenced, but not satisfied, with these reasons. He had now been more than once shocked at the small degree of sympathy
The name of Andrea de Ferrara is inscribed on all the Scottish broadswords which are accounted of peculiar excellence. Who this artist was, what were his fortunes, and when he flourished, bave hitherto defied the research of antiquaries ; only it is in general believed that Andrea de Ferrara was a Spanish or Italian artificer, brought over by James the IV. or V. to instruct the Scots in the manufacture of sword blades. Most barbarous nations excel in the fabrication of arms; and the Scots had attained great proficiency in forging swords, so early as the field of Pinkie; at which period the historian Patten describes them as “all notably broad and thin, universally made to slice, and of such exceeding good temper, that as I never saw any so good, so I think it hard to devise better." (Account of Somerset's Expedition.)
It may be observed, that the best and most genuine Andrea Ferraras have a crown marked on the blades.