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"Even with the speed of man and horse," said Dryfesdale; "for though I care not much about the latter days of an old serving-man's life, yet I would like to know as soon as may be, whether my neck is mine own or the hangman's." "Holdest thou thy own life so lightly?" said the Lady.
But, should a servant of thy father's house have seen thee embrace the fate of the idiot Darnley, or of the villain Bothwell the fate of the murdered fool, or of the living pirate while an ounce of ratsbane would have saved thee?" "Think on God, Dryfesdale," said George Douglas, "and leave the utterance of those horrors Repent, if thou canst if not, at least be silent.
Go to my lady, and swagger before her, if thou darest she will give thee proper cause of offence, for she has waited for thee long and impatiently." "And where then is the Lady of Lochleven?" said the page; "for I conceive it is of her thou speakest." "Ay of whom else?" replied Dryfesdale; "or who besides the Lady of Lochleven hath a right to command in this castle?"
The youth, whose passion had subsided the instant he had done the deed, listened with sympathy and attention, when another person, muffled in his cloak, entered the apartment, and exclaimed "Good God! Dryfesdale, and expiring!"
"Madam," said old Dryfesdale the steward, "this much do I say for this silly page, that he could not be accessary to unlocking the doors, since I myself this night bolted him out of the castle. Whoever limned this night-piece, the lad's share in it seems to have been small."
"No, vassal!" answered the Lady, indignantly, "my revenge stoops not to so low a gratification. But I will have more worthy vengeance, or the tomb of my ancestors shall cover my shame!" "And you shall have it, madam," replied Dryfesdale "ere two suns go down, you shall term yourself amply revenged." The Lady made no answer perhaps did not hear his words, as she presently left the apartment.
"For the love of me, base poisoner!" answered Douglas, "wouldst thou have committed so horrible, so unprovoked a murder, and mentioned my name with it?" "And wherefore not, George of Douglas?" answered Dryfesdale. "Breath is now scarce with me, but I would spend my last gasp on this argument.
The page was well-nigh giving a round denial to the assertions which this speech implied, when, remembering what had passed betwixt him and the Regent, and seeing Catherine's finger raised in a monitory fashion, he felt himself, as on former occasions at the Castle of Avenel, obliged to submit to the task of dissimulation, and followed Dryfesdale down to the castle chapel, where he assisted in the devotions of the evening.
"The pilgrim's morning to you, old sir," said the youth; "you come, as I think, from Lochleven Castle What news of our bonny Queen? a fairer dove was never pent up in so wretched a dovecot." "They that speak of Lochleven, and of those whom its walls contain, answered Dryfesdale," speak of what concerns the Douglas; and they who speak of what concerns the Douglas, do it at their peril."
"I rave not," replied the steward. "That which was written of me a million of years ere I saw the light, must be executed by me. She hath that in her veins that, I fear me, will soon stop the springs of life." "Cruel villain," exclaimed the Lady, "thou hast not poisoned her?" "And if I had," said Dryfesdale, "what does it so greatly merit?
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