"Of Avenel?" said the Queen; "is my page descended of Avenel?"
"Ay, gracious Princess, and the last male heir of that ancient house--Julian Avenel was his father, who fell in battle against the Southron."
"I have heard the tale of sorrow," said the Queen; "it was thy daughter, then, who followed that unfortunate baron to the field, and died on his body? Alas! how many ways does woman's affection find to work out her own misery! The tale has oft been told and sung in hall and bower--And thou, Roland, art that child of misfortune, who was left among the dead and dying? Henry Seyton, he is thine equal in blood and birth."
"Scarcely so," said Henry Seyton, "even were he legitimate; but if the tale be told and sung aright, Julian Avenel was a false knight, and his leman a frail and credulous maiden."
"Now, by Heaven, thou liest!" said Roland Graeme, and laid his hand on his sword. The entrance of Lord Seyton, however, prevented violence.
"Save me, my lord," said the Queen, "and separate these wild and untamed spirits."
"How, Henry," said the Baron, "are my castle, and the Queen's presence, no checks on thine insolence and impetuosity?--And with whom art thou brawling?--unless my eyes spell that token false, it is with the very youth who aided me so gallantly in the skirmish with the Leslies--Let me look, fair youth, at the medal which thou wearest in thy cap. By Saint Bennet, it is the same!--Henry, I command thee to forbear him, as thou lovest my blessing----"
"And as you honour my command," said the Queen; "good service hath he done me."
"Ay, madam," replied young Seyton, "as when he carried the billet enclosed in the sword-sheath to Lochleven--marry, the good youth knew no more than a pack-horse what he was carrying."
"But I who dedicated him to this great work," said Magdalen Graeme--"I, by whose advice and agency this just heir hath been unloosed from her thraldom--I, who spared not the last remaining hope of a falling house in this great action--I, at least, knew and counselled; and what merit may be mine, let the reward, most gracious Queen, descend upon this youth. My ministry here is ended; you are free--a sovereign Princess, at the head of a gallant army, surrounded by valiant barons--My service could avail you no farther, but might well prejudice you; your fortune now rests upon men's hearts and men's swords. May they prove as trusty as the faith of women!"
"You will not leave us, mother," said the Queen--"you whose practices in our favour were so powerful, who dared so many dangers, and wore so many disguises, to blind our enemies and to confirm our friends--you will not leave us in the dawn of our reviving fortunes, ere we have time to know and to thank you?"
"You cannot know her," answered Magdalen Graeme, "who knows not herself--there are times, when, in this woman's frame of mine, there is the strength of him of Gath--in this overtoiled brain, the wisdom of the most sage counsellor--and again the mist is on me, and my strength is weakness, my wisdom folly. I have spoken before princes and cardinals--ay, noble Princess, even before the princes of thine own house of Lorraine; and I know not whence the words of persuasion came which flowed from my lips, and were drunk in by their ears.--And now, even when I most need words of persuasion, there is something which chokes my voice, and robs me of utterance."
"If there be aught in my power to do thee pleasure," said the Queen, "the barely naming it shall avail as well as all thine eloquence."
"Sovereign Lady," replied the enthusiast, "it shames me that at this high moment something of human frailty should cling to one, whose vows the saints have heard, whose labours in the rightful cause Heaven has prospered. But it will be thus while the living spirit is shrined in the clay of mortality--I will yield to the folly," she said, weeping as she spoke, "and it shall be the last." Then seizing Roland's hand, she led him to the Queen's feet, kneeling herself upon one knee, and causing him to kneel on both. "Mighty Princess," she said, "look on this flower--it was found by a kindly stranger on a bloody field of battle, and long it was ere my anxious eyes saw, and my arms pressed, all that was left of my only daughter. For your sake, and for that of the holy faith we both profess, I could leave this plant, while it was yet tender, to the nurture of strangers--ay, of enemies, by whom, perchance, his blood would have been poured forth as wine, had the heretic Glendinning known that he had in his house the heir of Julian Avenel. Since then I have seen him only in a few hours of doubt and dread, and now I part with the child of my love--for ever--for ever!--Oh, for every weary step I have made in your rightful cause, in this and in foreign lands, give protection to the child whom I must no more call mine!"
"I swear to you, mother," said the Queen, deeply affected, "that, for your sake and his own, his happiness and fortunes shall be our charge!"
"I thank you, daughter of princes," said Magdalen, and pressed her lips, first to the Queen's hand, then to the brow of her grandson. "And now," she said, drying her tears, and rising with dignity, "Earth has had its own, and Heaven claims the rest.--Lioness of Scotland, go forth and conquer! and if the prayers of a devoted votaress can avail thee, they will rise in many a land, and from many a distant shrine. I will glide like a ghost from land to land, from temple to temple; and where the very name of my country is unknown, the priests shall ask who is the Queen of that distant northern land, for whom the aged pilgrim was so fervent in prayer. Farewell! Honour be thine, and earthly prosperity, if it be the will of God--if not, may the penance thou shalt do here ensure thee happiness hereafter!--Let no one speak or follow me--my resolution is taken--my vow cannot be cancelled."
She glided from their presence as she spoke, and her last look was upon her beloved grandchild. He would have risen and followed, but the Queen and Lord Seyton interfered.
"Press not on her now," said Lord Seyton, "if you would not lose her for ever. Many a time have we seen the sainted mother, and often at the most needful moment; but to press on her privacy, or to thwart her purpose, is a crime which she cannot pardon. I trust we shall yet see her at her need--a holy woman she is for certain, and dedicated wholly to prayer and penance; and hence the heretics hold her as one distracted, while true Catholics deem her a saint."
"Let me then hope," said the Queen, "that you, my lord, will aid me in the execution of her last request."
"What! in the protection of my young second?--cheerfully--that is, in all that your majesty can think it fitting to ask of me.--Henry, give thy hand upon the instant to Roland Avenel, for so I presume he must now be called."
"And shall be Lord of the Barony," said the Queen, "if God prosper our rightful arms."
"It can only be to restore it to my kind protectress, who now holds it," said young Avenel. "I would rather be landless, all my life, than she lost a rood of ground by me."
"Nay," said the Queen, looking to Lord Seyton, "his mind matches his birth--Henry, thou hast not yet given thy hand."