第106章

-- See thou shake the bags Of hoarding abbots; angels imprisoned Set thou at liberty --Bell, book, and candle, shall not drive me back, If gold and silver beckon to come on.

King John.

The night set in stormy, with wind and occasional showers of rain.``Eh, sirs,'' said the old mendicant, as he took his place on the sheltered side of the large oak-tree to wait for his associate--``Eh, sirs, but human nature's a wilful and wilyard thing!--Is it not an unco lucre o' gain wad bring this Dousterdivel out in a blast o' wind like this, at twal o'clock at night, to thir wild gousty wa's?--and amna I a bigger fule than himsell to bide here waiting for him?''

Having made these sage reflections, he wrapped himself close in his cloak, and fixed his eye on the moon as she waded amid the stormy and dusky clouds, which the wind from time to time drove across her surface.The melancholy and uncertain gleams that she shot from between the passing shadows fell full upon the rifted arches and shafted windows of the old building, which were thus for an instant made distinctly visible in their ruinous state, and anon became again a dark, undistinguished, and shadowy mass.The little lake had its share of these transient beams of light, and showed its waters broken, whitened, and agitated under the passing storm, which, when the clouds swept over the moon, were only distinguished by their sullen and murmuring plash against the beach.The wooded glen repeated, to every successive gust that hurried through its narrow trough, the deep and various groan with which the trees replied to the whirlwind, and the sound sunk again, as the blast passed away, into a faint and passing murmur, resembling the sighs of an exhausted criminal after the first pangs of his torture are over.In these sounds, superstition might have found ample gratification for that State of excited terror which she fears and yet loves.But such feeling is made no part of Ochiltree's composition.His mind wandered back to the scenes of his youth.

``I have kept guard on the outposts baith in Germany and America,'' he said to himself, ``in mony a waur night than this, and when I ken'd there was maybe a dozen o' their riflemen in the thicket before me.But I was aye gleg at my duty--naebody ever catched Edie sleeping.''

As he muttered thus to himself, he instinctively shouldered his trusty pike-staff, assumed the port of a sentinel on duty, and, as a step advanced towards the tree, called, with a tone assorting better with his military reminiscences than his present state--``Stand! who goes there?''

``De devil, goot Edie,'' answered Dousterswivel, ``why does you speak so loud as a baarenhauter, or what you call a factionary--I mean a sentinel?''

``Just because I thought I was a sentinel at that moment,''

answered the mendicant.``Here's an awsome night! Hae ye brought the lantern and a pock for the siller?''

``Ay-ay, mine goot friend,'' said the German, ``here it is--my pair of what you call saddlebag; one side will be for you, one side for me;--I will put dem on my horse to save you de trouble, as you are old man.''

``Have you a horse here, then?'' asked Edie Ochiltree.

``O yes, mine friend--tied yonder by de stile,'' responded the adept.

``Weel, I hae just ae word to the bargain--there sall nane o' my gear gang on your beast's back.''

``What was it as you would be afraid of?'' said the foreigner.

``Only of losing sight of horse, man, and money,'' again replied the gaberlunzie.

``Does you know dat you make one gentlemans out to be one great rogue?''

``Mony gentlemen,'' replied Ochiltree, ``can make that out for themselves--But what's the sense of quarrelling?--If ye want to gang on, gang on--if no--I'll gae back to the gude ait-straw in Ringan Aikwood's barn that I left wi' right ill-will e'now, and I'll pit back the pick and shule whar I got them.''

Dousterswivel deliberated a moment, whether, by suffering Edie to depart, he might not secure the whole of the expected wealth for his own exclusive use.But the want of digging implements, the uncertainty whether, if he had them, he could clear out the grave to a sufficient depth without assistance, and, above all, the reluctance which he felt, owing to the experience of the former night, to venture alone on the terrors of Misticot's grave, satisfied him the attempt would be hazardous.Endeavouring, therefore, to assume his usual cajoling tone, though internally incensed, he begged ``his goot friend Maister Edie Ochiltrees would lead the way, and assured him of his acquiescence in all such an excellent friend could propose.''

``Aweel, aweel, then,'' said Edie, ``tak gude care o' your feet amang the lang grass and the loose stones.I wish we may get the light keepit in neist, wi' this fearsome wind--but there's a blink o' moonlight at times.''

Thus saying, old Edie, closely accompanied by the adept, led the way towards the ruins, but presently made a full halt in front of them.

``Ye're a learned man, Mr.Dousterdeevil, and ken muckle o' the marvellous works o' nature--Now, will ye tell me ae thing?--D'ye believe in ghaists and spirits that walk the earth?

--d'ye believe in them, ay or no?''

``Now, goot Mr.Edie,'' whispered Dousterswivel, in an expostulatory tone of voice, ``is this a times or a places for such a questions?''

``Indeed is it, baith the tane and the t'other, Mr.Dustanshovel;for I maun fairly tell ye, there's reports that auld Misticot walks.Now this wad be an uncanny night to meet him in, and wha kens if he wad be ower weel pleased wi' our purpose of visiting his pose?''

``_Alle guten Geister_''--muttered the adept, the rest of the conjuration being lost in a tremulous warble of his voice,--``Ido desires you not to speak so, Mr.Edie; for, from all I heard dat one other night, I do much believes''--``Now I,'' said Ochiltree, entering the chancel, and flinging abroad his arm with an air of defiance, ``I wadna gie the crack o' my thumb for him were he to appear at this moment: he's but a disembodied spirit, as we are embodied anes.''