The Greatest Adventure Books - MacLeod Raine Edition. William MacLeod Raine

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СКАЧАТЬ By heaven, the memory of that dungeon sends a shiver down my spine.”

      “To-morrow, was it not, that you were to journey to Tyburn and from thence across the Styx?”

      “Yes, to-morrow, and with me as pretty a lot of lads as ever threw steel across their hurdies. My heart is wae for them, the leal comrades who have lain out with me in the heather many a night and watched the stars come out. There’s Montagu and Creagh now! We three have tholed together empty wame and niddering cold and the weariness o’ death. The hurly o’ the whistling claymore has warmed our hearts; the sight of friends stark from lead and steel and rope has garred them rin like water. God, it makes me feel like a deserter to let them take the lang journey alane. Did you ken that the lad came back to get me from the field when I was wounded at Drummossie Moor?”

      “Montagu? I never heard that.”

      “Took his life in his hand to come back to that de’il’s caldron where the red bluid ran like a mountain burn. It iss the boast of the Macdonalds that they always pay their debts both to friend and foe. Fine have I paid mine. He will be thinking me the true friend in his hour of need,” finished Donald bitterly.

      “You don’t know him. The temper of the man is not so grudging. His joy in your escape will help deaden his own pain. Besides, what could you do for him if you were with him at the end? ’Twould be only one more sacrifice.”

      The grim dour Highland sternness hung heavy on Donald’s face.

      “I could stand shoulder to shoulder with him and curse the whigs at all events. I could cry with him ‘God save King James’ in the teeth of the sidier roy.”

      Volney clapped his hands softly. “Hear, hear!” he cried with flaming eyes. “Almost thou persuadest me to be a Jacobite.”

      The Gael turned to him impetuously, his blue eyes (as I conceive) moist with emotion.

      “Man, could I persuade you to be saving the lad? It was for this that I waited in your rooms to see you. They say that you are a favourite of princes, that what you ask you get. Do for once a fine thing and ask this boy’s life.”

      “They exaggerate my power. But for argument’s sake suppose it true. Why should I ask it? What have I to gain by it?”

      Volney, his eyes fixed on the fire, asked the question as much to himself as to the Highlander. The manner of his tone suggested that it was not a new one to him.

      “Gain! Who spoke of gain? Are you a Jew peddler or an English gentleman?” cried Donald.

      “They call me dissolute, gambler, profligate. These be hard names, but I have earned them all. I make no apologies and offer no excuses. As I have lived my life, so have I lived it. For buttered phrases I have no taste. Call me libertine, or call me man of fashion; ’tis all one. My evil nature—C’est plus fort que moi. At least I have not played the hypocrite. No canting sighs! No lapses to morality and prayers! No vices smugly hidden! The plain straight road to hell taken at a gallop!” So, with chin in hand and dark eyes lit by the flickering flame, this roué and sentimentalist philosophized.

      “And Montagu?” cried the Gael, harking back to his prosaic text.

      “Has made his bed and he must lie in it.”

      “By Heaven, who ruined him and made an outlaw of him? Who drove him to rebellion?”

      “You imply that I strewed his bed with nettles. Perhaps. ’Tis well my shoulders are broad, else they could not bear all that is laid upon them.”

      “You would never be letting a petty private grudge influence you?”

      Volney turned, stung to the quick.

      “You go too far, Captain Macdonald. Have I given bonds to save this fool from the consequences of his folly? I cherish no hatred toward him, but I play no Jonathan to his David. Egad, it were a pretty rôle for me to essay! You would cast me for a part full of heroics, the moving of heaven and earth to save my dearest enemy. Thank you, I am not for it. Neither for nor against him will I lift a hand. There is no malice in my heart toward this poor condemned young gentleman. If he can win free I shall be glad, even though his gain is my loss, but further than that I will not go. He came between me and the thing I most desired on earth. Shall I help him to the happiness which will condemn me to misery?”

      For an instant the habitual veil of mockery was snatched aside and the tortured soul of the man leaped from his burning eyes.

      “You saved him at Portree,” was all that Donald could say.

      “I paid a debt to him and to Cumberland. The ledger is now balanced.”

      The Jacobite paced up and down the room for a minute, then stopped and touched the other on his shoulder where he sat.

      “I too am somewhat in your debt, Sir Robert. When Montagu opposed you he fought for his own hand. Therein he was justified. But I, an outsider, interfered in a quarrel that was not mine own, spoiled sport for you, in short lost you the lassie. You followed her to Scotland; ’twas I that drove you back to England when Montagu was powerless. From first to last I am the rock on which your love bark has split. If your cause has spelled failure I alone am to blame.”

      “So? What then?”

      “Why this: without Captain Donald Roy Macdonald the lad had been helpless. Donald was at his back to whisper words of advice and encouragement. Donald contrived the plot which separated you from the lady. Donald stood good fairy to the blessed pair of bairns and made of himsel’ a match-making auld mither. You owe your hatred to Donald Roy and not to the lad who was but his instrument.”

      The macaroni looked at the other with an odd smile twitching at the corners of his mouth.

      “And so?”

      “And so,” continued the Macdonald triumphantly, a challenge in his voice and manner, “and so, who but Donald should be your enemy? My certes, a prettier foe at the broadsword you will not find in a’ Scotland.”

      “I do not quite take your meaning. Would you fight with me?”

      “Blithe would I be to cross the steel with you, but little that would help Kenneth. My plan is this: save the lad from the halter and I will tak’ his place.”

      “You mean that if I compass his freedom you will surrender to be executed?”

      “I am meaning just that.”

      “I thought so from the first. ’Slife, man, do you think I can change my foes like gloves? Chacun paie son écot.”

      “Why not? Iss not a man a better foe than a halfling boy?”

      “I would never seek a better foe or a better friend than either you or Montagu, Captain. On my soul, you have both the true ring. But as to your offer I must decline it. The thing is one of your wild impracticable Highland imaginings, a sheer impossibility. You seem to think I have a blood feud and that nothing less than a foeman’s life will satisfy me. In that you err. I am a plain man of the world and cannot reach your heroics.”

      The Jacobite’s face fell.

      “You are going to let the boy die then?”

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