"Ay!" said Catherine, "there spoke the doughty knight of romance, that will cut his way to the imprisoned princess, through fiends and fiery dragons!"

"But if I can set the princess at large, and procure her the freedom of her own choice," said the page, "where, dearest Catherine, will that choice alight ?”

"Release the princess from duresse, and she will tell you," said the damsel; and breaking off the conversation abruptly, she joined the Queen so suddenly, that Mary exclaimed, half aloud—

"No more tidings of evil import-no dissention, I trust, in my limited household ?"-Then looking on Catherine's blushing cheek, and Roland's expanded brow and glancing eye-" No-no," she said, "I see all is wellMa petite mignonne, go to my apartment and fetch me down-let me see-ay, fetch my pomander box."

And having thus disposed of her attendant in the manner best qualified to hide her confusion, the Queen added, speaking apart to Roland, "I should at least have two grateful subjects of Catherine and you; for what sovereign but Mary would aid true-love so willingly ?— Ay, you lay your hand on your sword-your petite flamberge a rien there-Well, short time will show if all the good be true that is protested to us.-1 hear them toll curfew from Kinross. To our chamber-this old dame hath promised to be with us again at our evening meal. Were it not for the hope of speedy deliverance, her presence would drive me distracted. But I will be

patient."

"I profess," said Catherine, who just then entered, "I would I could be Henry, with all a man's privileges for one moment-I long to throw my plate at that confect of pride, and formality, and ill-nature."

The Lady Fleming reprimanded her young companion for this explosion of impatience; the Queen laughed, and they went to the presence-chamber, where almost immediately entered supper, and the Lady of the Castle. The Queen, strong in her prudent resolutions, endured her

presence with great fortitude and equanimity, until her patience was disturbed by a new form, which had hitherto made no part of the ceremonial of the Castle. When the other attendant had retired, Randal entered, bearing the keys of the Castle fastened upon a chain, and announcing that the watch was set, and the gates locked, delivered the keys with all reverence to the Lady of Lochleven. The Queen and her ladies exchanged with each other a look of disappointment, anger, and vexation, and Mary said aloud, "We cannot regret the smallness of our court, when we see our hostess discharge in person so many of its offices. In addition to her charges of principal steward of our household and grand almoner, she has to-night done duty as captain of our guard."

"And will continue to do so in future, madam," answered the Lady Lochleven, with much gravity; "the history of Scotland may teach me how ill the duty is performed, which is done by an accredited deputy--We have heard, madam, of favourites of later date, and as little merit, as Oliver Sinclair."11

"O, madam," replied the Queen, "my father had his female as well as his male favourites-there were the Ladies Sandilands and Olifaunt, and some others, methinks; but their names cannot survive in the memory of so grave a person as you."

The Lady Lochleven looked as if she could have slain the Queen on the spot, but commanded her temper, and retired from the apartment, bearing in her hand the ponderous bunch of keys.

"Now God be praised for that woman's youthful frailty!" said the Queen. "Had she not that weak point in her character, I might waste my words on her in vainBut that stain is the very reverse of what is said of the witch's mark-I can make her feel there, though she is otherwise insensible all over-But how say you, girlshere is a new difficulty-How are these keys to be come by?-there is no deceiving or bribing this dragon, I trow." 17* VOL. II:

"May I crave to know," said Roland, "whether, if your Grace were beyond the walls of the castle, you could find means of conveyance to the firm land, and protection when you are there."

"Trust us for that, Roland," said the Queen; "for to that point our scheme is indifferent well laid."

"Then if your Grace will permit me to speak my mind, I think I could be of some use in this matter." "As how, my good youth ?-speak on," said the Queen," and fearlessly."

"My patron the Knight of Avenel used to compel the youth educated in his household to learn the use of axe and hammer, and working in wood and iron-he used to speak of old northern champions, who forged their own weapons, and of the Highland Captain, Donald nan Ord, or Donald of the Hammer, whom he himself knew, and who used to work at the anvil with a sledge-hammer in each hand. Some said he praised this art, because he was himself of churl's blood. However, I gained some practice in it, as the Lady Catherine Seyton partly knows; for since we were here I wrought her a silver brooch."

"Ay," replied Catherine, "but you should tell her Grace that your workmanship was so indifferent that it broke to pieces next day, and I flung it away."

"she

"Believe her not, Roland," said the Queen; wept when it was broken, and put the fragments into her bosom. But for your scheme-could your skill avail to forge a second set of keys?"

"No, madam, because I know not the wards.

But I

am convinced I could make a set so like that hateful bunch which the lady bore off even now, that could they be exchanged against them by any means, she would never dream she was possessed of the wrong."

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"And the good dame, thank heaven, is somewhat blind," said the Queen; but then for a forge, my boy, and the means of labouring unobserved?"

"The armourer's forge, at which I used sometimes to work with him, is the round vault at the bottom of the

turret-he was dismissed with the warder for being supposed too much attached to George Douglas. The people are accustomed to see me busy there, and I warrant I shall find some excuse that will pass current with them for putting bellows and anvil to work."

"The scheme has a promising face," said the Queen ; "about it, my lad, with all speed, and beware the nature of your work is not discovered."

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Nay, I will take the liberty to draw the bolt against chance visiters, so that I will have time to put away what I am working upon, before I undo the door."

"Will not that of itself attract suspicion, in a place where it is so current already?" said Catherine.

"Not a whit," replied Roland; "Gregory the armourer, and every good hammerman, locks himself in when he is about some masterpiece of craft. something must be risked."

Besides,

"Part we then to-night," said the Queen, "and God bless you, my children!-If Mary's head ever rises above water, you shall all rise along with her."

CHAPTER XV.

It is a time of danger, not of revel,
When churchmen turn to maskers.
Spanish Father.

THE enterprize of Roland Græme appeared to prosper. A trinket or two, of which the work did not surpass the substance, (for the materials were silver, supplied by the Queen) were judiciously presented to those most likely to be inquisitive into the labours of the forge and anvil, which they thus were induced to reckon profitable to others and harmless in itself. Openly, the page was seen working about such trifles. In private, he

forged a number of keys resembling so nearly in weight and in form those which were presented every evening to the Lady Lochleven, that, on a slight inspection, it would have been difficult to perceive the difference. He brought them to the dark rusty colour by the use of salt and water; and, in the triumph of his art, presented them at length to Queen Mary in her presence-chamber, about an hour before the tolling of the curfew. She looked at them with pleasure, but at the same time with doubt." I allow," she said, "that the Lady Lochleven's eyes, which are not of the clearest, may be well deceived, could we pass those keys on her, in place of the real implements of her tyranny. But how is this to be done, and which of my little court dare attempt this tour de jongleur with any chance of success? Could we but engage her in some earnest matter of argument -but those which I hold with her, always have been of a kind which make her grasp her keys the faster, as if she said to herself-Here I hold what sets me above your taunts and reproaches-And even for her liberty, Mary Stuart could not stoop to speak the proud heretic fair. What shall we do? Shall Lady Fleining try her eloquence in describing the last new head-tire from Paris ?-Alas ! the good dame has not changed the fashion of her head-gear since Pinkiefield, for aught that I know. Shall my mignonne Catherine sing to her one of those touching airs, which draw the very souls out of me and Roland Græme ?—Alas! Dame Margaret Douglas would rather hear a Huguenot psalm of Clement Marrot, sung to the tune of Réveillez vous, belle endormic.— Cousins and liege counsellors, what is to be done, for our wits are really astray in this matter ?Must our man-atarms and the champion of our body, Roland Græme, manfully assault the old lady, and take the keys from her par voie du fait ?"

"Nay! with your Grace's permission," said Roland, "I do not doubt being able to manage the matter with more discretion; for though, in your Grace's service, I do not fear".