service; and, having said so, I cumber you no longer with my presence. Peace be with you!" She turned to go away, but was stopped by the inquiries of Sir Halbert Glendinning. "Who are you?-what are you?-and why do you not await to make me answer ?" "I was," she replied, "while yet I belonged to the world, a matron of no vulgar name; now, I am Magdalen, a poor pilgrimer, for the sake of Holy Kirk.” "Yea," said Sir Halbert, "art thou a Catholic? I thought my dame said that Roland Græme came of reformed kin." "His father," said the matron, "was a heretic, or rather one who regarded neither orthodoxy nor heresyneither the temple of the church, or of antichrist. I, too, for the sins of the times make sinners, have seemed to conform to your unhallowed rites-but I had my dispensation and my absolution." "You see, brother," said Sir Halbert, with a smile of meaning towards the Abbot," that we accuse you not altogether without grounds of mental equivocation." "My brother, you do us injustice," replied the Abbot; "this woman, as her bearing may of itself warrant you, is not in her perfect mind. Thanks, I must needs say, to the persecution of your marauding barons, and of your latitudinarian clergy." "I will not dispute the point," said Sir Halbert; "the evils of the time are unhappily so numerous, that both churches may divide them, and have enow to spare." So saying, he leaned from the window of the apartment, and winded his bugle. "Why do you sound your horn, my brother ?" said the Abbot; "we have spent but few minutes together." "Alas!" said the elder brother, "and even these few have been sullied by disagreement. I sound to horse, my brother-the rather that, to avert the consequences of this day's rashness on your part, requires hasty efforts on mine.-Dame, you will oblige me by letting your young relative know that we mount instantly. I intend not that he shall return to Avenel with me—it would lead to new quarrels betwixt him and my household; at least, to taunts which his proud heart could ill brook, and my wish is to do him kindness. He shall, therefore, go forward to Edinburgh with one of my retinue, whom I shall send back to say what has chanced here.-You seen rejoiced at this?" he added, fixing his eyes keenly on Magdalen Græme, who returned his gaze with calm indifference. "I would rather," she said, "that Roland, a poor and friendless orphan, were the jest of the world at large, than of the menials at Avenel." "Fear not, dame-he shall be scorned by neither," answered the Knight. "It may be," she replied," it may well be-but I will trust more to his own bearing than to your countenance." She left the room as she spoke. The Knight looked after her as she departed, but turned instantly to his brother, and expressing, in the most affectionate terms, his wishes for his welfare and happiness, craved his leave to depart. "My knaves," he said, "are too busy at the ale-stand, to leave their revelry for the empty breath of a bugle horn." "You have freed them from higher restraint, Halbert," answered the Abbot, " and therein taught them to rebel against your own." "Fear not that, Edward," exclaimed Halbert, who never gave his brother his monastic name of Ambrosius; "none obey the command of real duty so well as those who are free from the observance of slavish bondage." He was turning to depart, when the Abbot said,-"Let us not yet part, my brother-here comes some light refreshment. Leave not the house which I must now call mine till force expel me from it, until you have at least broken bread with me." The poor lay brother, the same who acted as porter, now entered the apartment, bearing some simple refreshment, and a flask of wine. "He had found it,” he said, with officious humility, "by rummaging through every nook of the cellar." The Knight filled a small silver cup, and, quaffing it off, asked his brother to pledge him, observing, the wine was Bacharac, of the first vintage, and great age. 66 Ay," said the poor lay brother, "it came out of the nook which old Brother Nicholas, (may his soul be happy!) was wont to call Abbot Ingilram's corner; and Abbot Ingilram was bred at the Convent of Wurtzburg, which I understand to be near where that choice wine grows." "True, my reverend Sir," said Sir Halbert; " and therefore I entreat my brother and you to pledge me in a cup of this orthodox vintage." The thin old porter looked with a wishful glance to-wards the Abbot. "Do veniam," said his Superior; and the old man seized, with a trembling hand, a beverage to which he had been long unaccustomed, drained the cup with protracted delight, as if dwelling on the flavour and perfume, and set it down with a melancholy smile and shake of the head, as if bidding adieu in future to such delicious potations. The brothers smiled. But when Sir Halbert motioned to the Abbot to take up his cup and do him reason, the Abbot, in turn shook his head, and replied "This is no day for the Abbot of Saint Mary's to eat the fat and drink the sweet. In water from our Lady's well," he added, filling a cup with the limpid element, I wish you, my brother, all happiness, and above all, a true sight of your spiritual errors." "And to you, my beloved Edward," replied Glendinning, "I wish the free exercise of your own free reason, and the discharge of more important duties than are connected with the idle name which you have so rashly assumed." The brothers parted with deep regret ; and yet each, confident in his opinion, felt somewhat relieved by the absence of one whom he respected so much, and with whom he could agree so little. Soon afterwards the sound of the Knight of Avenel's trumpets was heard, and the Abbot went to the top of a tower, from whose dismantled battlements he could soon see the horsemen ascending the rising ground in the direction of the drawbridge. As he gazed, Magdalen Græme came to his side. "Thou art come," he said, of thy grandson, my sister. the charge of the best knight in Scotland, his faith ever excepted." "to catch the last glimpse Yonder he wends, under "Thou canst bear witness, my father, that it was no wish either of mine or of Roland's," replied the matron, "which induced the Knight of Avenel, as he is called, again to entertain my grandson in his household-Heaven, which confounds the wise with their own wisdom, and the wicked with their own policy, hath placed him where, for the service of the Church, I would most wish him to be." "I know not what you mean, my sister," said the Abbot. "Reverend Father," replied Magdalen, "hast thou never heard that there are spirits powerful to rend the walls of a castle asunder when once admitted, which yet cannot enter the house unless they are invited, nay, dragged over the threshold ?19 Twice hath Roland Græme been thus drawn into the household of Avenel by those who now hold the title. Let them look to the issue." So saying, she left the turret ; and the Abbot, after pausing a moment on her words, which he imputed to the unsettled state of her mind, followed down the winding stair to celebrate his admission to his high office by fast and prayer, instead of revelling and thanksgiving. 15 VOL. I. CHAPTER XVI. Youth! thou wear'st to manhood now, Darker lip and darker brow, Statelier step, more pensive mien In thy face and gait are seen : Thou must now brook midnight watches, For the gambol and the jest, Thou wert wont to love the best, But as senseless, false, and hollow. YOUNG Roland Græme now trotted gaily forward in the train of Sir Halbert Glendinning. He was relieved from his most galling apprehension, the encounter of the scorn and taunt which might possibly hail his immediate return to the Castle of Avenel. There will be a change ere they see me again, he thought to himself; I shall wear the coat of plate instead of the green jerkin, and the steel morion for the bonnet and feather. They will be bold that may venture to break a gibe on the man-at-arms for the follies of the page; and I trust, that ere we return I shall have done something more worthy of note, than hallooing a hound after a deer, or scrambling a crag for a kite's nest. He could not, indeed, help marvelling that his grandmother, with all her religious prejudices, leaning it would seem to the other side, had consented so readily to his re-entering the service of the House of Avenel; and yet more, at the mysterious joy with which she took leave of him at the Abbey. "Heaven," said the dame, as she kissed her young relation, and bade him farewell, "works its own work, even by the hands of those of our enemies who think themselves the strongest and the wisest. Thou, my |