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masking or revel on the part of the young gallants about court; and the worst that might come of it would be, that he would put iron stanchions on his daughter's window, in case of such another frolic.

'Why, then, if this was a mere making or mummery,' said Craigdallie, 'our townsman, Harry of the Wynd, did far wrong to cut off a gentleman's hand for such a harmless pleasantry, and the town may be brought to a heavy fine for it, unless we secure the person of the mutilator.'

'Our Lady forbid!' said the glover. 'Did you know what I do, you would be as much afraid of handling this matter as if it were glowing iron. But, since you will needs put your fingers in the fire, truth must be spoken. And come what will, I must say, that the matter might have ended ill for me and mine, but for the opportune assistance of Henry Gow, the armourer, well known to you all.'

'And mine also was not awanting,' said Oliver Proudfute, 'though I do not profess to be utterly so good a swordsman as our neighbour, Henry Gow. You saw me, neighbour Glover, at the beginning of the fray?'

'I saw you after the end of it, neighbour,' answered the glover, drily.

'True true; I had forgot you were in your house while the blows were going, and could not survey who were dealing them.'

'Peace, neighbour Proudfute I prithee, peace,' said Craigdallie, who was obviously tired of the tuneless screeching of the worthy deacon.

'There is something mysterious here,' said the bailie; 'but I think I spy the secret. Our friend Simon is, as

you all know, a peaceful man, and one that will rather sit down with wrong than put a friend, or say a neighbourhood, in danger to seek his redress. Thou, Henry, who art never wanting where the burgh needs a defender, tell us what thou knowest of this matter.'

Our smith told his story to the same purpose which we have already related; and the meddling maker of bonnets added as before, 'And thou sawest me there, honest smith, didst thou not?'

'Not I, in good faith, neighbour,' answered Henry; 'but you are a little man, you know, and I might overlook you.'

This reply produced a laugh at Oliver's expense, who laughed for company, but added, doggedly, 'I was one of the foremost to the rescue for all that.'

'Why, where wert thou, then, neighbour?' said the smith; for I saw you not, and I would have given the worth of the best suit of armour I ever wrought to have seen as stout a fellow as thou at my elbow.'

'I was no farther off, however, honest smith; and whilst thou wert laying on blows as if on an anvil, I was parrying those that the rest of the villains aimed at thee behind thy back; and that is the cause thou sawest me not.'

'I have heard of smiths of old time who had but one eye,' said Henry; 'I have two, but they are both set in my forehead, and so I could not see behind my back, neighbour.'

'The truth is, however,' persevered Master Oliver, 'there I was, and I will give Master Bailie my account of the matter; for the smith and I were first up to the fray.'

'Enough at present,' said the bailie, waving to Master Proudfute an injunction of silence. "The precognition of Simon Glover and Henry Gow would bear out a matter less worthy of belief. And now, my masters, your opinion what should be done. Here are all our burgher rights broken through and insulted, and you may well fancy that it is by some man of power, since no less dared have attempted such an outrage. My masters, it is hard on flesh and blood to submit to this. The laws have framed us of lower rank than the princes and nobles, yet it is against reason to suppose that we will suffer our houses to be broken into, and the honour of our women insulted, without some redress.'

'It is not to be endured!' answered the citizens, unanimously.

Here Simon Glover interfered with a very anxious and ominous countenance. 'I hope still that all was not meant so ill as it seemed to us, my worthy neighbours; and I for one would cheerfully forgive the alarm and disturbance to my poor house, providing the Fair City were not brought into jeopardy for me. I beseech you to consider who are to be our judges that are to hear the case, and give or refuse redress. I speak among neighbours and friends, and therefore I speak openly. The King, God bless him! is so broken in mind and body, that he will but turn us over to some great man amongst his counsellors who shall be in favour for the time. Perchance he will refer us to his brother the Duke of Albany, who will make our petition for righting of our wrongs the pretence for squeezing money out of us.'

'We will none of Albany for our judge!' answered the meeting with the same unanimity as before.

'Or perhaps,' added Simon, 'he will bid the Duke of Rothsay take charge of it; and the wild young prince will regard the outrage as something for his gay companions to scoff at, and his minstrels to turn into song.' 'Away with Rothsay! he is too gay to be our judge,' again exclaimed the citizens.

Simon, emboldened by seeing he was reaching the point he aimed at, yet pronouncing the dreaded name with a half whisper, next added, 'Would you like the Black Douglas better to deal with?'

There was no answer for a minute. They looked on each other with fallen countenances and blanched lips.

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But Henry Smith spoke out boldly, and in a decided voice, the sentiments which all felt, but none else dared give words to 'The Black Douglas to judge betwixt a burgher and a gentleman, nay, a nobleman. for all I know or care! The black devil of hell sooner! You are mad, father Simon, so much as to name so wild a proposal.'

There was again a silence of fear and uncertainty, which was at length broken by Bailie Craigdallie, who, looking very significantly to the speaker, replied, 'You are confident in a stout doublet, neighbour Smith, or you would not talk so boldly.'

'I am confident of a good heart under my doublet, such as it is, bailie,' answered the undaunted Henry; ‘and though I speak but little, my mouth shall never be padlocked by any noble of them all.'

'Wear a thick doublet, good Henry, or do not speak so loud,' reiterated the bailie in the same significant tone. 'There are Border men in the town who wear the

bloody heart' on their shoulder. But this is no rede. What shall we do?'

'Short rede, good rede,' said the smith. 'Let us to our provost, and demand his countenance and assistance.'

A murmur of applause went through the party, and Oliver Proudfute exclaimed, 'That is what I have been. saying for this half-hour, and not one of ye would listen to me. "Let us go to our provost," said I. "He is a gentleman himself and ought to come between the burgh and the nobles in all matters."

'Hush, neighbours - hush; be wary what you say or do,' said a thin meagre figure of a man, whose diminutive person seemed still more reduced in size, and more assimilated to a shadow, by his efforts to assume an extreme degree of humility, and make himself, to suit his argument, look meaner yet, and yet more insignificant, than nature had made him.

'Pardon me,' said he; 'I am but a poor pottingar. Nevertheless, I have been bred in Paris, and learned my humanities and my cursus medendi as well as some that call themselves learned leeches. Methinks I can tent this wound, and treat it with emollients. Here is our friend Simon Glover, who is, as you all know, a man of worship. Think you he would not be the most willing of us all to pursue harsh courses here, since his family honour is so nearly concerned? And since he blenches away from the charge against these same revellers, consider if he may not have some good reason more than he cares to utter for letting the matter sleep. It is not for me to put my finger on the sore; but, alack! we all know that young maidens are what I call fugitive essences. Sup

1 The well-known cognizance of the house of Douglas.

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