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Thou wilt take the skiff, Roland, and two of my people, whom Dryfesdale or Randal will order out, and fetch off certain stuff of plate and hangings, which should last night be lodged at Kinross by the wains from Edinburgh." "And give this packet," said George Douglas, "to a servant of ours, whom you will find in waiting there.
"Thou liest, Dryfesdale," said the Lady, "and wouldst throw the blame on thy master's house, to save the worthless life of a gipsy boy." "His death were more desirable to me than his life," answered the steward, sullenly; "but the truth is the truth." At these words Douglas raised his head, drew up his figure to its full height, and spoke boldly and sedately, as one whose resolution was taken.
By the command of Dryfesdale, the rest of the attendants were dismissed, some to do the duty of guard, others to their repose.
Roland was thus, in a manner, dragged back to his boat, and obliged to launch her forth upon his return to Lochleven Castle. That little voyage was speedily accomplished, and the page was greeted at the landing-place by the severe and caustic welcome of old Dryfesdale. "So, young gallant, you are come at last, after a delay of six hours, and after two signals from the castle?
"Nay, madam," replied the Queen, "say rather you see the deserved judgment of Heaven upon a Calvinistical poisoner." "Dryfesdale was not of the Church of Geneva, or of Scotland," said the Lady of Lochleven, hastily. "He was a heretic, however," replied Mary; "there is but one true and unerring guide; the others lead alike into error."
"Was ever woman in a strait so fearful!" exclaimed the Lady of Lochleven "At least, thou rash boy, beware that no one tastes the food, but especially the jar of succory-water." She then hastened to the turret, where Dryfesdale had composedly resigned himself to imprisonment. She found him reading, and demanded of him, "Was thy fell potion of speedy operation?" "Slow," answered the steward.
"Do all as thou wilt," said the Lady, collecting herself, and about to depart. "Thou hast the name of a good soldier, Dryfesdale, take all precautions. Sacred Heaven! that I should be thus openly insulted!" "Would it be your pleasure," said Dryfesdale, hesitating, "that this person this Lady be more severely restrained?"
The stranger was a slight figure, scarce above the age of boyhood, and in the dress of a page, but bearing an air of haughty aristocratic boldness and even insolence in his look and manner, that might have made Dryfesdale conclude he had pretensions to superior rank, had not his experience taught him how frequently these airs of superiority were assumed by the domestics and military retainers of the Scottish nobility.
"Make no alarm here," retorted the impenetrable Dryfesdale, "but keep thy sinful oaths and silly threats for those that regard them I do mine office, and carry the keys to the seneschal. Adieu, my young master! the cool night air will advantage your hot blood."
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