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"Grandpa, it was not so! Indeed, it was not! Oh, consider! I had known Rule Rothsay from my childhood, and loved him with the affection a sister gives a brother; I knew of no other love, and so I mistook it for the love surpassing all others that a betrothed maiden should give her betrothed.
Every acquaintance whom he met stopped him with the same question in slightly different words. "Have you heard?" and so forth. Every intimate friend he encountered asked: "How does Mrs. Rothsay bear it?" or "What on earth ever took the governor out there?" To all questions the Iron King gave curt answers that discouraged discussion of the subject.
"Well, can you give any information regarding the disappearance of my grandson-in-law?" "No, sir; but learning that I had been advertised for, I have come forward." "At rather a late date, upon my soul and honor! Where have you been all this time?" "At sea. When I called upon Mr. Rothsay, it was to congratulate him on his position and to bid him good-by.
She re-entered her apartment in the tower with a countenance pale as ashes, and a frame which trembled like an aspen leaf. Her terror instantly extended itself to Catharine, who could hardly find words to ask what new misfortune had occurred. "Is the Duke of Rothsay dead?" "Worse! they are starving him alive." "Madness, woman!"
He uttered these words with a faltering voice, and eagerly waited for the prior's reply, in the dread, no doubt, that it might implicate Rothsay in some new charge of folly or vice. His apprehensions perhaps deceived him, when he thought he saw the churchman's eye rest for a moment on the Prince, before he said, in a solemn tone, "Heresy, my noble and gracious liege heresy is among us.
Among the victims who perished in the flames in their own huts was Regulas Rothsay, late Governor-elect of , and at the time of his death a volunteer missionary to this treacherous and bloodthirsty tribe. Another man, under the circumstances, might have been unnerved by such sudden and awful news, and let fall the paper, but not the Iron King.
I realized then how greatly I had been deceived. Three or four thousand men at the most joined the handful of brave men who were pledged to my cause, and among others were Mortimer, Rothsay and Dudley. The son of Monck, the young Duke of Albemarle, advanced against me at the head of a royal army; and I, desiring to bring fortune to the point, made a decisive move.
"Then to-night's camp is to be our last," reflected Edith, soberly. "Well, I must confess that for some reasons I am sorry. I have so enjoyed the glorious camp-fires, and the singing, and the stories, and the stars, and the ripple of the water on the beach, and the sweet-scented balsam beds, and everything; haven't you, aunty?" "Yes, dear. I suppose I have," replied Madam Rothsay.
"In obedience and imitation of your Grace," answered one fellow; "or, if we are a little behind your Highness, one pull at the pitcher will " "Peace, beast!" said the Duke of Rothsay. "Are there none of you sober, I say?" "Yes, my noble liege," was the answer; "here is one false brother, Watkins the Englishman."
Ah, me! in sooth he was a shameless wight, Sore given to revel and ungodly glee: Few earthly things found favour in his sight, Save concubines and carnal companie, And flaunting wassailers of high and low degree. With the next morning the humour of the Duke of Rothsay was changed. He complained, indeed, of pain and fever, but they rather seemed to stimulate than to overwhelm him.
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