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‘You were mistaken, sir,’ said Charles Edward, ‘entirely mistaken—as much so as you are at this moment, when you think in your heart my refusal to comply with this insolent proposition is dictated by a childish and romantic passion for an individual, I tell you, sir, I could part with that person to-morrow, without an instant’s regret—that I have had thoughts of dismissing her from my court, for reasons known to myself; but that I will never betray my rights as a sovereign and a man, by taking this step to secure the favour of any one, or to purchase that allegiance which, if you owe it to me at all, is due to me as my birthright.’
‘I am sorry for this,’ said Redgauntlet; ‘I hope both your Majesty and Sir Richard will reconsider your resolutions, or forbear this discussion, in a conjuncture so pressing. I trust your Majesty will recollect that you are on hostile ground; that our preparations cannot have so far escaped notice as to permit us now with safety to retreat from our purpose; insomuch, that it is with the deepest anxiety of heart I foresee even danger to your own royal person, unless you can generously give your subjects the satisfaction, which Sir Richard seems to think they are obstinate in demanding.’
‘And deep indeed your anxiety ought to be,’ said the prince. ‘Is it in these circumstances of personal danger in which you expect to overcome a resolution, which is founded on a sense of what is due to me as a man or a prince? If the axe and scaffold were ready before the windows of Whitehall, I would rather tread the same path with my great-grandfather, than concede the slightest point in which my honour is concerned.’
He spoke these words with a determined accent, and looked around him on the company, all of whom (excepting Darsie, who saw, he thought, a fair period to a most perilous enterprise) seemed in deep anxiety and confusion. At length, Sir Richard spoke in a solemn and melancholy tone. ‘If the safety,’ he said, ‘of poor Richard Glendale were alone concerned in this matter, I have never valued my life enough to weigh it against the slightest point of your Majesty’s service. But I am only a messenger—a commissioner, who must execute my trust, and upon whom a thousand voices will cry, Curse and woe, if I do it not with fidelity. All of your adherents, even Redgauntlet himself, see certain ruin to this enterprise—the greatest danger to your Majesty’s person—the utter destruction of all your party and friends, if they insist not on the point, which, unfortunately, your Majesty is so unwilling to concede. I speak it with a heart full of anguish—with a tongue unable to utter my emotions—but it must be spoken—the fatal truth—that if your royal goodness cannot yield to us a boon which we hold necessary to our security and your own, your Majesty with one word disarms ten thousand men, ready to draw their swords in your behalf; or, to speak yet more plainly, you annihilate even the semblance of a royal party in Great Britain.’
‘And why do you not add,’ said the prince, scornfully, ‘that the men who have been ready to assume arms in my behalf, will atone for their treason to the Elector, by delivering me up to the fate for which so many proclamations have destined me? Carry my head to St. James’s, gentlemen; you will do a more acceptable and a more honourable action, than, having inveigled me into a situation which places me so completely in your power, to dishonour yourselves by propositions which dishonour me.
‘My God, sire!’ exclaimed Sir Richard, clasping his hands together, in impatience, ‘of what great and inexpiable crime can your Majesty’s ancestors have ‘been guilty, that they have been punished by the infliction of judicial blindness on their whole generation!—Come, my Lord ———, we must to our friends.’
‘By your leave, Sir Richard,’ said the young nobleman, ‘not till we, have learned what measures can be taken for his Majesty’s personal safety.’
‘Care not for me, young man,’ said Charles Edward; ‘when I was in the society of Highland robbers and cattle-drovers, I was safer than I now hold myself among the representatives of the best blood in England. Farewell, gentlemen—I will shift for myself.’
‘This must never be,’ said Redgauntlet. ‘Let me that brought you to the point of danger, at least provide for your safe retreat.’
So saying, he hastily left the apartment, followed by his nephew. The Wanderer, averting his eyes from Lord ——— and Sir Richard Glendale, threw himself into a seat at the upper end of the apartment, while they, in much anxiety, stood together, at a distance from him, and conversed in whispers.
CHAPTER XXIII NARRATIVE CONTINUED
When Redgauntlet left the room, in haste and discomposure, the first person he met on the stair, and indeed so close by the door of the apartment that Darsie thought he must have been listening there, was his attendant Nixon.
‘What the devil do you here?’ he said, abruptly and sternly.
‘I wait your orders,’ said Nixon. ‘I hope all’s right!—excuse my zeal.’
‘All is wrong, sir. Where is the seafaring fellow—Ewart—what do you call him?’
‘Nanty Ewart, sir. I will carry your commands,’ said Nixon.
‘I will deliver them myself to him,’ said Redgauntlet; call him hither.’
‘But should your honour leave the presence?’ said Nixon, still lingering.
‘‘Sdeath, sir, do you prate to me?’ said Redgauntlet, bending his brows. ‘I, sir, transact my own business; you, I am told, act by a ragged deputy.’
Without further answer, Nixon departed, rather disconcerted, as it seemed to Darsie.
‘That dog turns insolent and lazy,’ said Redgauntlet; but I must bear with him for a while.’
A moment after, Nixon returned with Ewart.
‘Is this the smuggling fellow?’ demanded Redgauntlet. Nixon nodded.
‘Is he sober now? he was brawling anon.’
‘Sober enough for business,’ said Nixon.
‘Well then, hark ye, Ewart;—man your boat with your best hands, and have her by the pier—get your other fellows on board the brig—if you have any cargo left, throw it overboard; it shall be all paid, five times over—and be ready for a start to Wales or the Hebrides, or perhaps for Sweden or Norway.’
Ewart answered sullenly
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