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Mary Seyton was left alone, admiring that strength of character which made of Mary Stuart, in all other respects so completely woman-like, a man in the hour of danger. She immediately went to the door to close it with the wooden bar that one passed between two iron rings, but the bar had been taken away, so that there was no means of fastening the door from within.
That rare and touching beauty was clouded now; and an intense expression of anxiety, fear almost terror gleamed from out the troubled depths of her fine dark eyes. "The Countess of Seyton!" I half-involuntarily exclaimed, as with my very best bow I handed her ladyship a chair. "Yes; and you are a partner of this celebrated firm, are you not?"
I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Re-enter Seyton. Wherefore was that cry? Seyton. The queen, my lord, is dead.
"Your speech is too free, maiden," said the elder lady; "the modesty of the youth may teach you more fitting fashions towards one whom to-day you have seen for the first time." Catherine Seyton cast down her eyes, but not till she had given a single glance of inexpressible archness towards Roland, whom her more grave companion now addressed in a tone of protection.
"I would die a thousand deaths rather," resumed Lady Seyton, in a low, tremulous voice, as she let fall her veil. "Can there," she added in a still fainter voice, "be anything done anything" "That depends entirely," interrupted Mr. Flint, "upon whether this fine story is or is not a fabrication, got up for the purpose of extorting money. It seems to me, I must say, amazingly like one."
The page answered with surprise, "Methinks this is no presence in which to jest Surely, damsel, you yourself best know whence and how I obtained the weapon." "Is this a time for folly?" said Catherine Seyton; "unsheathe the sword instantly!" "If the Queen commands me," said the youth, looking towards his royal mistress.
At last, the 2nd May, 1568, the queen was awakened by the blowing of a horn: uneasy as to what it announced, she slipped on a cloak and ran to the window, where Mary Seyton joined her directly. A rather numerous band of horsemen had halted on the side of the lake, displaying the Douglas pennon, and three boats were rowing together and vying with each other to fetch the new arrivals.
"Sister," said Thomas Seyton, "I am in a terrible perplexity; one word from me, perhaps, will restore you to life perhaps will send you to your tomb." "I have already told you that I have no more emotions to dread." "One alone, however " "Which?" "If it concerned your child?" "My child is dead." "If she were not?" "We have exhausted this supposition already. Enough, brother, my remorse suffices."
"Oh, leave me not, gentlemen!" said the Queen "Roland and Seyton, do not leave me there are enough of arms to strike in this fell combat withdraw not those to whom I trust for my safety." "We may not leave her Grace," said Roland, looking at Seyton, and turning his horse. "I ever looked when thou wouldst find out that," rejoined the fiery youth.
The queen and Mary Seyton were so little expecting this issue, that, contrary to their custom, they had not put on their men's clothes that evening. They immediately flew to the queen's bed-chamber, bolted the door behind them, and began to dress. They had hardly finished their hurried toilette when they heard a key turn in the lock: they immediately blew out the lamp.
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