While these lover-like thoughts were passing through his brain, the armourer loitered in his pace, often turning his eyes eastward, and eyeing the firmament, in which no slight shades of grey were beginning to flicker, to announce the approach of dawn, however distant, which, to the impatience of the stout armourer, seemed on that morning to abstain longer than usual from occupying her eastern barbican. He was now passing slowly under the wall of St. Annes Chapel (not failing to cross himself and say an ace, as he trode the consecrated ground), when a voice, which seemed to come from behind one of the flying buttresses of the chapel, said, He lingers that has need to run.
Who speaks? said the armourer, looking around him, somewhat startled at an address so unexpected, both in its tone and tenor.
No matter who speaks, answered the same voice. Do thou make great speed, or thou wilt scarce make good speed. Bandy not words, but begone.
Saint or sinner, angel or devil, said Henry, crossing himself, your advice touches me but too dearly to be neglected. St. Valentine be my speed!
So saying, he instantly changed his loitering pace to one with which few people could have kept up, and in an instant was in Couvrefew Street. He had not made three steps towards Simon Glovers, which stood in the midst of the narrow street, when two men started from under the houses on different sides, and advanced, as it were by concert, to intercept his passage. The imperfect light only permitted him to discern that they wore the Highland mantle.
Clear the way, cateran, said the armourer, in the deep stern voice which corresponded with the breadth of his chest.
They did not answer, at least intelligibly; but he could see that they drew their swords, with the purpose of withstanding him by violence. Conjecturing some evil, but of what kind he could not anticipate, Henry instantly determined to make his way through whatever odds, and defend his mistress, or at least die at her feet. He cast his cloak over his left arm as a buckler, and advanced rapidly and steadily to the two men. The nearest made a thrust at him, but Henry Smith, parrying the blow with his cloak, dashed his arm in the mans face, and tripping him at the same time, gave him a severe fall on the causeway; while almost at the same instant he struck a blow with his whinger at the fellow who was upon his right hand, so severely applied, that he also lay prostrate by his associate. Meanwhile, the armourer pushed forward in alarm, for which the circumstance of the street being guarded or defended by strangers who conducted themselves with such violence afforded sufficient reason. He heard a suppressed whisper and a bustle under the glovers windows those very windows from which he had expected to be hailed by Catharine as her Valentine. He kept to the opposite side of the street, that he might reconnoitre their number and purpose. But one of the party who were beneath the window, observing or hearing him, crossed the street also, and taking him doubtless for one of the sentinels, asked, in a whisper, What noise was yonder, Kenneth? why gave you not the signal?
Villain, said Henry, you are discovered, and you shall die the death.
As he spoke thus, he dealt the stranger a blow with his weapon, which would probably have made his words good, had not the man, raising his arm, received on his hand the blow meant for his head. The wound must have been a severe one, for he staggered and fell with a deep groan.
Without noticing him farther, Henry Smith sprung forward upon a party of men who seemed engaged in placing a ladder against the lattice window in the gable. Henry did not stop ether to count their numbers or to ascertain their purpose. But, crying the alarm word of the town, and giving the signal at which the burghers were wont to collect, he rushed on the night walkers, one of whom was in the act of ascending the ladder. The smith seized it by the rounds, threw it down on the pavement, and placing his foot on the body of the man who had been mounting, prevented him from regaining his feet. His accomplices struck fiercely at Henry, to extricate their companion. But his mail coat stood him in good stead, and he repaid their blows with interest, shouting aloud, Help help, for bonny St. Johnston! Bows and blades, brave citizens! bows and blades! they break into our houses under cloud of night.
These words, which resounded far through the streets, were accompanied by as many fierce blows, dealt with good effect among those whom the armourer assailed. In the mean time, the inhabitants of the district began to awaken and appear on the street in their shirts, with swords and targets, and some of them with torches. The assailants now endeavoured to make their escape, which all of them effected excepting the man who had been thrown down along with the ladder. Him the intrepid armourer had caught by the throat in the scuffle, and held as fast as the greyhound holds the hare. The other wounded men were borne off by their comrades.
Here are a sort of knaves breaking peace within burgh, said Henry to the neighbours who began to assemble; make after the rogues. They cannot all get off, for I have maimed some of them: the blood will guide you to them.
Some Highland caterans, said the citizens; up and chase, neighbours!
Ay, chase chase! leave me to manage this fellow, continued the armourer.
The assistants dispersed in different directions, their lights flashing and their cries resounding through the whole adjacent district.
In the mean time the armourers captive entreated for freedom, using both promises and threats to obtain it. As thou art a gentleman, he said, let me go, and what is past shall be forgiven.
I am no gentleman, said Henry I am Hal of the Wynd, a burgess of Perth; and I have done nothing to need forgiveness.
Villain, then hast done thou knowest not what! But let me go, and I will fill thy bonnet with gold pieces.
I shall fill thy bonnet with a cloven head presently, said the armourer, unless thou stand still as a true prisoner.
What is the matter, my son Harry? said Simon, who now appeared at the window. I hear thy voice in another tone than I expected. What is all this noise; and why are the neighbours gathering to the affray?
There have been a proper set of limmers about to scale your windows, father Simon; but I am like to prove godfather to one of them, whom I hold here, as fast as ever vice held iron.
Hear me, Simon Glover, said the prisoner; let me but speak one word with you in private, and rescue me from the gripe of this iron fisted and leaden pated clown, and I will show thee that no harm was designed to thee or thine, and, moreover, tell thee what will much advantage thee.
I should know that voice, said Simon Glover, who now came to the door with a dark lantern in his hand. Son Smith, let this young man speak with me. There is no danger in him, I promise you. Stay but an instant where you are, and let no one enter the house, either to attack or defend. I will be answerable that this galliard meant but some St. Valentines jest.
So saying, the old man pulled in the prisoner and shut the door, leaving Henry a little surprised at the unexpected light in which his father-in-law had viewed the affray.
A jest! he said; it might have been a strange jest, if they had got into the maidens sleeping room! And they would have done so, had it not been for the honest friendly voice from betwixt the buttresses, which, if it were not that of the blessed saint though what am I that the holy person should speak to me? could not sound in that place without her permission and assent, and for which I will promise her a wax candle at her shrine, as long as my whinger; and I would I had had my two handed broadsword instead, both for the sake of St. Johnston and of the rogues, for of a certain those whingers are pretty toys, but more fit for a boys hand than a mans. Oh, my old two handed Trojan, hadst thou been in my hands, as thou hangst presently at the tester of my bed, the legs of those rogues had not carried their bodies so clean off the field. But there come lighted torches and drawn swords. So ho stand! Are you for St. Johnston? If friends to the bonny burgh, you are well come.