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Mysie's bashfulness was conquered by her fear. She placed her fingers
on her lips, in token that he must observe the most strict silence,
and then pointed to the door to intimate that it was watched.

Sir Piercie Shafton now collected himself and sat upright on his
couch. He gazed with surprise on the graceful figure of the young
woman who stood before him; her well-formed person, her flowing hair,
and the outline of her features, showed dimly, and yet to advantage,
by the partial and feeble light which she held in her hand. The
romantic imagination of the gallant would soon have coined some
compliment proper for the occasion, but Mysie left him not time.

"I come," she said, "to save your life, which is else in great
peril--if you answer me, speak as low as you can, for they have
sentinelled your door with armed men."

"Comeliest of miller's daughters," answered Sir Piercie, who by this
time was sitting upright on his couch, "dread nothing for my safety.
Credit me, that, as in very truth, I have not spilled the red puddle
(which these villagios call the blood) of their most uncivil relation,
so I am under no apprehension whatever for the issue of this
restraint, seeing that it cannot but be harmless to me. Natheless, to
thee, O most Molendinar beauty, I return the thanks which thy courtesy
may justly claim."

"Nay, but, Sir Knight," answered the maiden, in a whisper as low as it
was tremulous, "I deserve no thanks unless you will act by my counsel.
Edward Glendinning hath sent for Dan of the Howlet-hirst, and young
Adie of Aikenshaw, and they are come with three men more, and with
bow, and jack, and spear, and I heard them say to each other, and to
Edward, as they alighted in the court, that they would have amends for
the death of their kinsman, if the monk's cowl should smoke for
it--And the vassals are so wilful now, that the Abbot himself dare not
control them, for fear they turn heretics, and refuse to pay their
feu-duties."

"In faith," said Sir Piercie Shafton, "it may be a shrewd temptation,
and perchance the monks may rid themselves of trouble and cumber, by
handing me over the march to Sir John Foster or Lord Hundson, the
English wardens, and so make peace with their vassals and with England
at once. Fairest Molinara, I will for once walk by thy rede, and if
thou dost contrive to extricate me from this vile kennel, I will so
celebrate thy wit and beauty, that the Baker's nymph of Raphael
d'Urbino shall seem but a gipsey in comparison of my Molinara."

"I pray you, then, be silent," said the Miller's daughter; "for if your
speech betrays that you are awake, my scheme fails utterly, and it is
Heaven's mercy and Our Lady's that we are not already overheard and
discovered."

"I am silent," replied the Southron, "even as the starless night--but
yet--if this contrivance of thine should endanger thy safety, fair and
no less kind than fair damsel, it were utterly unworthy of me to
accept it at thy hand."

"Do not think of me," said Mysie, hastily; "I am safe--I will take
thought for myself, if I once saw you out of this dangerous
dwelling--if you would provide yourself with any part of your apparel
or goods, lose no time."

The knight _did_, however, lose some time, ere he could settle in
his own mind what to take and what to abandon of his wardrobe, each
article of which seemed endeared to him by recollection of the feasts
and revels at which it had been exhibited. For some little while Mysie
left him to make his selections at leisure, for she herself had also
some preparations to make for flight. But when, returning from the
chamber into which she had retired, with a small bundle in her hand,
she found him still indecisive, she insisted in plain terms, that he
should either make up his baggage for the enterprise, or give it up
entirely. Thus urged, the disconsolate knight hastily made up a few
clothes into a bundle, regarded his trunk-mails with a mute expression
of parting sorrow, and intimated his readiness to wait upon his kind
guide.

She led the way to the door of the apartment, having first carefully
extinguished her lamp, and motioning to the knight to stand close
behind her, tapped once or twice at the door. She was at length
answered by Edward Glendinning, who demanded to know who knocked
within, and what was desired.

"Speak low," said Mysie Happer, "or you will awaken the English
knight. It is I, Mysie Happer, who knock--I wish to get out--you have
locked me up--and I was obliged to wait till the Southron slept."

"Locked you up!" replied Edward, in surprise.

"Yes," answered the Miller's daughter, "you have locked me up into this
room--I was in Mary Avenel's sleeping apartment."

"And can you not remain there till morning," replied Edward, "since it
has so chanced?"

"What!" said the Miller's daughter, in a tone of offended delicacy, "I
remain here a moment longer than I can get out without discovery!--I
would not, for all the Halidome of St. Mary's, remain a minute longer
in the neighbourhood of a man's apartment than I can help it--For
whom, or for what do you hold me? I promise you my father's daughter
has been better brought up than to put in peril her good name."

"Come forth then, and get to thy chamber in silence," said Edward. So
saying, he undid the bolt. The staircase without was in utter
darkness, as Mysie had before ascertained. So soon as she stept out,
she took hold of Edward as if to support herself, thus interposing her
person betwixt him and Sir Piercie Shaffcon, by whom she was closely
followed. Thus screened from observation, the Englishman slipped past
on tiptoe, unshod and in silence, while the damsel complained to
Edward that she wanted a light.

"I cannot get you a light," said he, "for I cannot leave this post; but
there is a fire below."

"I will sit below till morning," said the Maid of the Mill; and,
tripping down stairs, heard Edward bolt and bar the door of the now
tenantless apartment with vain caution.

At the foot of the stair which she descended, she found the object of
her care waiting her farther directions. She recommended to him the
most absolute silence, which, for once in his life, he seemed not
unwilling to observe, conducted him, with as much caution as if he
were walking on cracked ice, to a dark recess, used for depositing
wood, and instructed him to ensconce himself behind the fagots. She
herself lighted her lamp once more at the kitchen fire, and took her
distaff and spindle, that she might not seem to be unemployed, in case
any one came into the apartment.

From time to time, however, she stole towards the window on tiptoe, to
catch the first glance of the dawn, for the farther prosecution of her
adventurous project. At length she saw, to her great joy, the first
peep of the morning brighten upon the gray clouds of the east, and,
clasping her hands together, thanked Our Lady for the sight, and
implored protection during the remainder of her enterprise. Ere she
had finished her prayer, she started at feeling a man's arm across her
shoulder, while a rough voice spoke in her ear--"What! menseful Mysie
of the Mill so soon at her prayers?--now, benison on the bonny eyes
that open so early!--I'll have a kiss for good morrow's sake."

Dan of the Howlet-hirst, for he was the gallant who paid Mysie this
compliment, suited the action with the word, and the action, as is
usual in such cases of rustic gallantry, was rewarded with a cuff,
which Dan received as a fine gentleman receives a tap with a fan, but
which, delivered by the energetic arm of the Miller's maiden, would
have certainly astonished a less robust gallant.

"How now, Sir Coxcomb!" said she, "and must you be away from your
guard over the English knight, to plague quiet folks with your
horse-tricks!"

"Truly you are mistaken, pretty Mysie," said the clown, "for I have
not yet relieved Edward at his post; and were it not a shame to let
him stay any longer, by my faith, I could find it in my heart not to
quit you these two hours."

"Oh, you have hours and hours enough to see any one," said Mysie; "but
you must think of the distress of the household even now, and get Edward
to sleep for a while, for he has kept watch this whole night."

"I will have another kiss first," answered Dan of the Howlet-hirst.

But Mysie was now on her guard, and, conscious of the vicinity of the
wood-hole, offered such strenuous resistance, that the swain cursed
the nymph's bad humour with very unpastoral phrase and emphasis, and
ran up stairs to relieve the guard of his comrade. Stealing to the
door, she heard the new sentinel hold a brief conversation with
Edward, after which the latter withdrew, and the former entered upon
the duties of his watch.

Mysie suffered him to walk there a little while undisturbed, until the
dawning became more general, by which time she supposed he might have
digested her coyness, and then presenting herself before the watchful
sentinel, demanded of him "the keys of the outer tower, and of the
courtyard gate."

"And for what purpose?" answered the warder.

"To milk the cows, and drive them out to their pasture," said Mysie;
"you would not have the poor beasts kept in the byre a' morning, and
the family in such distress, that there is na ane fit to do a turn but
the byre-woman and myself?"

"And where is the byre-woman?" said Dan.

"Sitting with me in the kitchen, in case these distressed folks want any
thing."

"There are the keys, then, Mysie Dorts," said the sentinel.

"Many thanks, Dan Ne'er-do-weel," answered the Maid of the Mill, and
escaped down stairs in a moment.

To hasten to the wood-hole, and there to robe the English knight in a
short gown and petticoat, which she had provided for the purpose, was
the work of another moment. She then undid the gates of the tower, and
made towards the byre, or cow-house, which stood in one corner of the
courtyard. Sir Piercie Shafton remonstrated against the delay which
this would occasion.

"Fair and generous Molinara," he said, "had we not better undo the
outward gate, and make the best of our way hence, even like a pair of
sea-mews who make towards shelter of the rocks as the storm waxes
high?"

"We must drive out the cows first," said Mysie, "for a sin it were to
spoil the poor widow's cattle, both for her sake and the poor beasts'
own; and I have no mind any one shall leave the tower in a hurry to
follow us. Besides, you must have your horse, for you will need a
fleet one ere all be done."

So saying, she locked and double-locked both the inward and outward
door of the tower, proceeded to the cow-house, turned out the cattle,
and, giving the knight his own horse to lead, drove them before her
out at the court-yard gate, intending to return for her own palfrey.
But the noise attending the first operation caught the wakeful
attention of Edward, who, starting to the bartizan, called to know
what the matter was.

Mysie answered with great readiness, that "she was driving out the cows,
for that they would be spoiled for want of looking to."

"I thank thee, kind maiden," said Edward--"and yet," he added, after
a moment's pause, "what damsel is that thou hast with thee?"

Mysie was about to answer, when Sir Piercie Shafton, who apparently
did not desire that the great work of his liberation should be
executed without the interposition of his own ingenuity, exclaimed
from beneath, "I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge
are placed the milky mothers of the herd."

"Hell and darkness!" exclaimed Edward, in a transport of fury and
astonishment, "it is Piercie Shafton--What! treason!
treason!--ho!--Dan--Jasper--Martin--the villain escapes!"

"To horse! to horse!" cried Mysie, and in an instant mounted behind
the knight, who was already in the saddle.

Edward caught up a cross-bow, and let fly a bolt, which whistled so
near Mysie's ear, that she called to her companion,--"Spur--spur, Sir
Knight!--the next will not miss us.--Had it been Halbert instead of
Edward who bent that bow, we had been dead."

The knight pressed his horse, which dashed past the cows, and down the
knoll on which the tower was situated. Then taking the road down the
valley, the gallant animal, reckless of its double burden, soon
conveyed them out of hearing of the tumult and alarm with which their
departure filled the Tower of Glendearg.

Thus it strangely happened, that two men were flying in different
directions at the same time, each accused of being the other's murderer.




Chapter the Twenty-Ninth.


-------------Sure he cannot
Be so unmanly as to leave me here;
If he do, maids will not so easily
Trust men again.
THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN.

The knight continued to keep the good horse at a pace as quick as the
road permitted, until they had cleared the valley of Glendearg, and
entered upon the broad dale of the Tweed, which now rolled before them
in crystal beauty, displaying on its opposite bank the huge gray
Monastery of St. Mary's, whose towers and pinnacles were scarce yet
touched by the newly-risen sun, so deeply the edifice lies shrouded
under the mountains which rise to the southward.

Turning to the left, the knight continued his road down to the northern
bank of the river, until they arrived nearly opposite to the weir, or
dam-dike, where Father Philip concluded his extraordinary aquatic
excursion.

Sir Piercie Shafton, whose brain seldom admitted more than one idea at
a time, had hitherto pushed forward without very distinctly
considering where he was going. But the sight of the Monastery so near
to him, reminded, him that he was still on dangerous ground, and that
he must necessarily provide for his safety by choosing some settled
plan of escape. The situation of his guide and deliverer also occurred
to him, for he was far from being either selfish or ungrateful. He
listened, and discovered that the Miller's daughter was sobbing and
weeping bitterly as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"What ails thee," he said, "my generous Molinara?--is there aught that
Piercie Shafton can do which may show his gratitude to his deliverer?"
Mysie pointed with her finger across the river, but ventured not to
turn her eyes in that direction. "Nay, but speak plain, most generous
damsel," said the knight, who, for once, was puzzled as much as his
own elegance of speech was wont to puzzle others, "for I swear to you
that I comprehend nought by the extension of thy fair digit."

"Yonder is my father's house," said Mysie, in a voice interrupted by the
increased burst of her sorrow.

"And I was carrying thee discourteously to a distance from thy
habitation?" said Shafton, imagining he had found out the source of
her grief. "Wo worth the hour that Piercie Shafton, in attention to
his own safety, neglected the accommodation of any female, far less of
his most beneficent liberatrice! Dismount, then, O lovely Molinara,
unless thou wouldst rather that I should transport thee on horseback
to the house of thy molendinary father, which, if thou sayest the
word, I am prompt to do, defying all dangers which may arise to me
personally, whether by monk or miller."

Mysie suppressed her sobs, and with considerable difficulty muttered
her desire to alight, and take her fortune by herself. Sir Piercie
Shafton, too devoted a squire of dames to consider the most lowly as
exempted from a respectful attention, independent of the claims which
the Miller's maiden possessed over him, dismounted instantly from his
horse, and received in his arms the poor girl, who still wept
bitterly, and, when placed on the ground, seemed scarce able to
support herself, or at least still clung, though, as it appeared,
unconsciously, to the support he had afforded. He carried her to a
weeping birch tree, which grew on the green-sward bank around which
the road winded, and, placing her on the ground beneath it, exhorted
her to compose herself. A strong touch of natural feeling struggled
with, and half overcame, his acquired affectation, while he said,
"Credit me, most generous damsel, the service you have done to Piercie
Shafton he would have deemed too dearly bought, had he foreseen it was
to cost you these tears and singults. Show me the cause of your grief,
and if I can do aught to remove it, believe that the rights you have
acquired over me will make your commands sacred as those of an
empress. Speak, then, fair Molinara, and command him whom fortune hath
rendered at once your debtor and your champion. What are your orders?"

"Only that you will fly and save yourself," said Mysie, mustering up her
utmost efforts to utter these few words.

"Yet," said the knight, "let me not leave you without some token of
remembrance." Mysie would have said there needed none, and most truly
would she have spoken, could she have spoken for weeping. "Piercie
Shafton is poor," he continued, "but let this chain testify he is not
ungrateful to his deliverer."

He took from his neck the rich chain and medallion we have formerly
mentioned, and put it into the powerless hand of the poor maiden, who
neither received nor rejected it, but, occupied with more intense
feelings, seemed scarce aware of what he was doing.

"We shall meet again," said Sir Piercie Shafton, "at least I trust so;
meanwhile, weep no more, fair Molinara, an thou lovest me."

The phrase of conjuration was but used as an ordinary commonplace
expression of the time, but bore a deeper sense to poor Mysie's ear.
She dried her tears; and when the knight, in all kind and chivalrous
courtesy, stooped to embrace her at their parting, she rose humbly up
to receive the proffered honour in a posture of more deference, and
meekly and gratefully accepted the offered salute. Sir Piercie Shafton
mounted his horse, and began to ride off, but curiosity, or perhaps a
stronger feeling, soon induced him to look back, when he beheld the
Miller's daughter standing still motionless on the spot where they had
parted, her eyes turned after him, and the unheeded chain hanging from
her hand.

It was at this moment that a glimpse of the real state of Mysie's
affections, and of the motive from which she had acted in the whole
matter, glanced on Sir Piercie Shafton's mind. The gallants of that
age, disinterested, aspiring, and lofty-minded, even in their
coxcombry, were strangers to those degrading and mischievous pursuits
which are usually termed low amours. They did not "chase the humble
maidens of the plain," or degrade their own rank, to deprive rural
innocence of peace and virtue. It followed, of course, that as
conquests in this class were no part of their ambition, they were in
most cases totally overlooked and unsuspected, left unimproved, as a
modern would call it, where, as on the present occasion, they were
casually made. The companion of Astrophel, and flower of the tilt-yard
of Feliciana, had no more idea that his graces and good parts could
attach the love of Mysie Happer, than a first-rate beauty in the boxes
dreams of the fatal wound which her charms may inflict on some
attorney's romantic apprentice in the pit. I suppose, in any ordinary
case, the pride of rank and distinction would have pronounced on the
humble admirer the doom which Beau Fielding denounced against the
whole female world, "Let them look and die;" but the obligations under
which he lay to the enamoured maiden, miller's daughter as she was,
precluded the possibility of Sir Piercie's treating the matter _en
cavalier_, and, much embarrassed, yet a little flattered at the
same time, he rode back to try what could be done for the damsel's
relief.

The innate modesty of poor Mysie could not prevent her showing too
obvious signs of joy at Sir Piercie Shafton's return. She was betrayed
by the sparkle of the rekindling eye, and a caress which, however
timidly bestowed, she could not help giving to the neck of the horse
which brought back the beloved rider.

"What farther can I do for you, kind Molinara?" said Sir Piercie
Shafton, himself hesitating and blushing; for, to the grace of Queen
Bess's age be it spoken, her courtiers wore more iron on their breasts
than brass on their foreheads, and even amid their vanities preserved
still the decaying spirit of chivalry, which inspired of yore the very
gentle Knight of Chaucer,

Who in his port was modest as a maid.

Mysie blushed deeply, with her eyes fixed on the ground, and Sir Piercie
proceeded in the same tone of embarrassed kindness. "Are you afraid to
return home alone, my kind Molinara?--would you that I should
accompany you?"

"Alas!" said Mysie, looking up, and her cheek changing from scarlet to
pale, "I have no home left."

"How! no home!" said Shafton; "says my generous Molinara she hath no
home, when yonder stands the house of her father, and but a crystal
stream between?"


"Alas!" answered the Miller's maiden, "I have no longer either home
or father. He is a devoted servant to the Abbey--I have offended the
Abbot, and if I return home my father will kill me."

"He dare not injure thee, by Heaven!" said Sir Piercie; "I swear to
thee, by my honour and knighthood, that the forces of my cousin of
Northumberland shall lay the Monastery so flat, that a horse shall not
stumble as he rides over it, if they should dare to injure a hair of
your head! Therefore be hopeful and content, kind Mysinda, and know
you have obliged one who can and will avenge the slightest wrong
offered to you."

He sprung from his horse as he spoke, and, in the animation of his
argument, grasped the willing hand of Mysie, (or Mysinda as he had now
christened her.) He gazed too upon full black eyes, fixed upon his own
with an expression which, however subdued by maidenly shame, it was
impossible to mistake, on cheeks where something like hope began to
restore the natural colour, and on two lips which, like double
rosebuds, were kept a little apart by expectation, and showed within a
line of teeth as white as pearl. All this was dangerous to look upon,
and Sir. Piercie Shafton, after repeating with less and less force his
request that the fair Mysinda would allow him to carry her to her
father's, ended by asking the fair Mysinda to go along with him--"At
least," he added, "until I shall be able to conduct you to a place of
safety."

Mysie Happer made no answer; but blushing scarlet betwixt joy and
shame, mutely expressed her willingness to accompany the Southron
Knight, by knitting her bundle closer, and preparing to resume her
seat _en croupe_. "And what is your pleasure that I should do
with this?" she said, holding up the chain as if she had been for the
first time aware that it was in her hand.

"Keep it, fairest Mysinda, for my sake," said the Knight.

"Not so, sir," answered Mysie, gravely; "the maidens of my country
take no such gifts from their superiors, and I need no token to remind
me of this morning."

Most earnestly and courteously did the Knight urge her acceptance of
the proposed guerdon, but on this point Mysie was resolute; feeling,
perhaps, that to accept of any thing bearing the appearance of reward,
would be to place the service she had rendered him on a mercenary
footing. In short, she would only agree to conceal the chain, lest it
might prove the means of detecting the owner, until Sir Piercie should
be placed in perfect safety.

They mounted and resumed their journey, of which Mysie, as bold and
sharp-witted in some points as she was simple and susceptible in
others, now took in some degree the direction, having only inquired
its general destination, and learned that Sir Piercie Shafton desired
to go to Edinburgh, where he hoped to find friends and protection.
Possessed of this information, Mysie availed herself of her local
knowledge to get as soon as possible out of the bounds of the
Halidome, and into those of a temporal baron, supposed to be addicted
to the reformed doctrines, and upon whose limits, at least, she
thought their pursuers would not attempt to hazard any violence. She
was not indeed very apprehensive of a pursuit, reckoning with some
confidence that the inhabitants of the Tower of Glendearg would find
it a matter of difficulty to surmount the obstacles arising from their
own bolts and bars, with which she had carefully secured them before
setting forth on the retreat.

They journeyed on, therefore, in tolerable security, and Sir Piercie
Shafton found leisure to amuse the time in high-flown speeches and
long anecdotes of the court of Feliciana, to which Mysie bent an ear
not a whit less attentive, that she did not understand one word out of
three which was uttered by her fellow-traveller. She listened,
however, and admired upon trust, as many a wise man has been contented
to treat the conversation of a handsome but silly mistress. As for Sir
Piercie, he was in his element; and, well assured of the interest and
full approbation of his auditor, he went on spouting Euphuism of more
than usual obscurity, and at more than usual length. Thus passed the
morning, and noon brought them within sight of a winding stream, on
the side of which arose an ancient baronial castle, surrounded by some
large trees. At a small distance from the gate of the mansion,
extended, as in those days was usual, a straggling hamlet, having a
church in the centre.