So far as I was concerned myself, I had come to port; but I had
still Alan, to whom I was so much beholden, on my hands; and I
felt besides a heavy charge in the matter of the murder and James
of the Glens. On both these heads I unbosomed to Rankeillor the
next morning, walking to and fro about six of the clock before
the house of Shaws, and with nothing in view but the fields and
woods that had been my ancestors' and were now mine. Even as I
spoke on these grave subjects, my eye would take a glad bit of a
run over the prospect, and my heart jump with pride.
About my clear duty to my friend, the lawyer had no doubt. I
must help him out of the county at whatever risk; but in the case
of James, he was of a different mind.
"Mr. Thomson," says he, "is one thing, Mr. Thomson's kinsman
quite another. I know little of the facts, but I gather that a
great noble (whom we will call, if you like, the D. of A.)
has some concern and is even supposed to feel some animosity in
the matter. The D. of A. is doubtless an excellent nobleman;
but, Mr. David, timeo qui nocuere deos. If you interfere to balk
his vengeance, you should remember there is one way to shut your
testimony out; and that is to put you in the dock. There, you
would be in the same pickle as Mr. Thomson's kinsman. You will
object that you are innocent; well, but so is he. And to be
tried for your life before a Highland jury, on a Highland quarrel
and with a Highland Judge upon the bench, would be a brief
transition to the gallows."
The Duke of Argyle.
Now I had made all these reasonings before and found no very good
reply to them; so I put on all the simplicity I could. "In that case,
said I, "I would just have to be hanged -- would I not?"
"My dear boy," cries he, "go in God's name, and do what you
is right. It is a poor thought that at my time of life I should
be advising you to choose the safe and shameful; and I take it
back with an apology. Go and do your duty; and be hanged, if you
must, like a gentleman. There are worse things in the world than
to be hanged."
"Not many, sir," said I, smiling.
"Why, yes, sir," he cried, "very many. And it would be ten
better for your uncle (to go no farther afield) if he were
dangling decently upon a gibbet."
Thereupon he turned into the house (still in a great fervour of
mind, so that I saw I had pleased him heartily) and there he
wrote me two letters, making his comments on them as he wrote.
"This," says he, "is to my bankers, the British Linen Company,
placing a credit to your name. Consult Mr. Thomson, he will know
of ways; and you, with this credit, can supply the means. I
trust you will be a good husband of your money; but in the affair
of a friend like Mr. Thompson, I would be even prodigal. Then
for his kinsman, there is no better way than that you should seek
the Advocate, tell him your tale, and offer testimony; whether he
may take it or not, is quite another matter, and will turn on the
D. of A. Now, that you may reach the Lord Advocate well
recommended, I give you here a letter to a namesake of your own,
the learned Mr. Balfour of Pilrig, a man whom I esteem. It will
look better that you should be presented by one of your own name;
and the laird of Pilrig is much looked up to in the Faculty and
stands well with Lord Advocate Grant. I would not trouble him,
if I were you, with any particulars; and (do you know?) I think
it would be needless to refer to Mr. Thomson. Form yourself upon
the laird, he is a good model; when you deal with the Advocate,
be discreet; and in all these matters, may the Lord guide you,
Thereupon he took his farewell, and set out with Torrance for the
Ferry, while Alan and I turned our faces for the city of
Edinburgh. As we went by the footpath and beside the gateposts
and the unfinished lodge, we kept looking back at the house of my
fathers. It stood there, bare and great and smokeless, like a
place not lived in; only in one of the top windows, there was the
peak of a nightcap bobbing up and down and back and forward, like
the head of a rabbit from a burrow. I had little welcome when I
came, and less kindness while I stayed; but at least I was
watched as I went away.
Alan and I went slowly forward upon our way, having little heart
either to walk or speak. The same thought was uppermost in both,
that we were near the time of our parting; and remembrance of all
the bygone days sate upon us sorely. We talked indeed of what
should be done; and it was resolved that Alan should keep to the
county, biding now here, now there, but coming once in the day to
a particular place where I might be able to communicate with him,
either in my own person or by messenger. In the meanwhile, I was
to seek out a lawyer, who was an Appin Stewart, and a man
therefore to be wholly trusted; and it should be his part to find
a ship and to arrange for Alan's safe embarkation. No sooner was
this business done, than the words seemed to leave us; and though
I would seek to jest with Alan under the name of Mr. Thomson, and
he with me on my new clothes and my estate, you could feel very
well that we were nearer tears than laughter.
We came the by-way over the hill of Corstorphine; and when we got
near to the place called Rest-and-be-Thankful, and looked down on
Corstorphine bogs and over to the city and the castle on the
hill, we both stopped, for we both knew without a word said that
we had come to where our ways parted. Here he repeated to me
once again what had been agreed upon between us: the address of
the lawyer, the daily hour at which Alan might be found, and the
signals that were to be made by any that came seeking him. Then
I gave what money I had (a guinea or two of Rankeillor's) so that
he should not starve in the meanwhile; and then we stood a space,
and looked over at Edinburgh in silence.
"Well, good-bye," said Alan, and held out his left hand.
"Good-bye," said I, and gave the hand a little grasp, and went
off down hill.
Neither one of us looked the other in the face, nor so long as he
was in my view did I take one back glance at the friend I was
leaving. But as I went on my way to the city, I felt so lost and
lonesome, that I could have found it in my heart to sit down by
the dyke, and cry and weep like any baby.
It was coming near noon when I passed in by the West Kirk and the
Grassmarket into the streets of the capital. The huge height of
the buildings, running up to ten and fifteen storeys, the narrow
arched entries that continually vomited passengers, the wares of
the merchants in their windows, the hubbub and endless stir, the
foul smells and the fine clothes, and a hundred other particulars
too small to mention, struck me into a kind of stupor of
surprise, so that I let the crowd carry me to and fro; and yet
all the time what I was thinking of was Alan at
Rest-and-be-Thankful; and all the time (although you would think
I would not choose but be delighted with these braws and
novelties) there was a cold gnawing in my inside like a remorse
for something wrong.
The hand of Providence brought me in my drifting to the very
doors of the British Linen Company's bank.
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