And the king was loth to stir from her side: For as on the day when she was his bride, Even so he loved her yet. And the Earl of Athole, the King's false friend, Sat with him at the board; Yet the traitor Christopher Chaumber there Would fain have told him all, And vainly four times that night he strove To reach the King through the hall. But the wine is bright at the goblet's brim Though the poison lurk beneath; And the apples still are red on the tree Within whose shade may the adder be That shall turn thy life to death. There was a knight of the King's fast friends Whom he called the King of Love; And to such bright cheer and courtesy That name might best behove. And the King and Queen both loved him well For his gentle knightliness; And with him the King, as that eve wore on, Was playing at the chess. And the King said, (for he thought to jest And soothe the Queen thereby ;)"In a book 't is writ that this same year A King shall in Scotland die. "And I have pondered the matter o'er, And this have I found, Sir Hugh,There are but two Kings on Scottish ground, And those Kings are I and you. "And I have a wife and a newborn heir, "For here sit I and my wife and child, Beneath your Kingdom of Love." And the Knight laughed, and the Queen too smiled; But I knew her heavy thought, And I strove to find in the good King's jest What cheer might thence be wrought. And I said, "My Liege, for the Queen's dear love Now sing the song that of old You made, when a captive Prince you lay, And the nightingale sang sweet on the spray, In Windsor's castle-hold.” Then he smiled the smile I knew so well And he kissed her hand and took his harp, And the music sweetly rang; And when the song burst forth, it seemed 'T was the nightingale that sang. "Worship, ye lovers, on this May: Of bliss your kalends are begun : Sing with us, Away, Winter, away! Come, Summer, the sweet season and sun! Awake for shame,-your heaven is. Of minstrel ministerings; But when he spoke of the Queen at the last, Its strings were his own heart-strings. "Unworthy but only of her grace, Upon Love's rock that's easy and sure, In guerdon of all my love's space She took me her humble creäture. Thus fell my blissful aventure In youth of love that from day to day Flowereth aye new, and further I say. To reckon all the circumstance As it happed when lessen gan my sore, Of my rancor and woful chance, It were too long.-I have done therefor. And of this flower I say no more But unto my help her heart hath tended And even from death her man defended." Aye, even from death," to myself I said; For I thought of the day when she Had borne him the news, at Roxbro' siege. Of the fell confederacy. But Death even then took aim as he sang With an arrow deadly bright; And the grinning skull lurked grimly aloof, And the wings were spread far over the roof More dark than the winter night. Yet truly along the amorous song Of Love's high pomp and state, There were words of Fortune's trackless doom And the dreadful face of Fate. And oft have I heard again in dreams In which the King then sang of the pit "And under the wheel beheld I there And this I heard, that who therein fell And our wail, O God! is long. But the song's end was all of his love; As his arm went round her waist. And on the swell of her long fair throat Close clung the necklet-chain As he bent her pearl-tir'd head aside, And her true face was a rosy red, And all the wondrous things of love T was then a knock came at the outer gate, And the usher sought the King. "The woman you met by the Scottish Sea, My Liege, would tell you a thing; And she says that her present need for speech Will bear no gainsaying." And the King said :-"The hour is late; To-morrow will serve, I ween." Then he charged the usher strictly, and said: "No word of this to the Queen." But the usher came again to the King, "Shall I call her back? "quoth he: "For as she went on her way, she cried, Woe! Woe! then the thing must be!"" And the King paused, but he did not speak. Then he called for the Voidee-cup: And as we heard the twelfth hour strike, There by true lips and false lips alike Was the draught of trust drained up. So with reverence meet to King and Queen, To bed went all from the board; And the last to leave of the courtly train Was Robert Stuart the chamberlain Who had sold his sovereign lord. And all the locks of the chamber-door Had the traitor riven and brast; And that Fate might win sure way from afar, He had drawn out every bolt and bar And now at midnight he stole his way But we that were the Queen's bowermaids Alone were left behind; And with heed we drew the curtains close Against the winter wind. And now that all was still through the hall, More clearly we heard the rain That clamored ever against the glass And the boughs that beat on the pane. But the fire was bright in the ingle-nook, And through empty space around The shadows cast on the arras'd wall 'Mid the pictured kings stood sudden and tall Like spectres sprung from the ground. And the bed was dight in a deep alcove; And the song had brought the image back Of many a bygone year; And many a loving word they said With hand in hand and head laid to head; And none of us went anear. But Love was weeping outside the house, A child in the piteous rain; And as he watched the arrow of Death, He wailed for his own shafts close in the sheath That never should fly again. And now beneath the window arose And the King reared straight, but the As for bitter dule to dree; And all of us knew the woman's voice Who spoke by the Scottish Sea. "O King," she cried, "in an evil hour They drove me from thy gate; And yet my voice must rise to thine ears: But alas! it comes too late! Last night at mid-watch, by Aberdour, When the moon was dead in the skies O King, in a death-light of thine own I saw thy shape arise. "And in full season, as erst I said, The doom had gained its growth; And the shroud had risen above thy neck And covered thine eyes and mouth. "And no moon woke, but the pale dawn broke, And still thy soul stood there; And I thought its silence cried to my soul As the first rays crowned its hair. "Since then have I journeyed fast and fain In very despite of Fate, Lest Hope might still be found in God's will: But they drove me from thy gate. "For every man on God's ground, O King, His death grows up from his birth In a shadow-plant perpetually; And thine towers high, a black yewtree, O'er the Charterhouse of Perth!" That room was built far out from the house; And none but we in the room For now there came a torchlight-glare, Yea, from the country of the Wild Scots, Three hundred armed men. The King knew all in an instant's flash, And all we women flew to the door And thought to have made it fast: But the bolts were gone and the bars were gone And the locks were riven and brast. And he caught the pale queen in his arms As the iron footsteps fell,Then loosed her, standing alone, and said, "Our bliss was our farewell!" And 'twixt his lips he murmured a prayer, And he crossed his brow and breast; And proudly in royal hardihood Even so with folded arms he stood,— The prize of the bloody quest. Then on me leaped the Queen like a deer : "Catherine, help!" she cried. And low at his feet we clasped his knees Together side by side. "Oh! even a King, for his people's sake, From treasonous death must hide!" "For her sake most!" I cried, and I marked The pang that my words would wring. And the iron tongs from the chimney 66 nook I snatched and held to the King:Wrench up the plank! and the vault beneath Shall yield safe harboring." With brows low-bent, from my eager hand The heavy heft did he take; And the plank at his feet he wrenched and tore; And as he frowned through the open floor, Again I said, "For her sake!" Then he cried to the Queen, “God's will be done!" For her hands were clasped in prayer. And down he sprang to the inner crypt; And straight we closed the plank he had ripp'd And toiled to smoothe it fair (Alas! in that vault a gap once was Wherethro' the King might have fled; But three days since close-walled had it been [therein By his will; for the ball would roll When without at the palm he play'd.) Then the Queen cried, "Catherine, keep the door, And I to this will suffice!" At her word I rose all dazed to my feet, And my heart was fire and ice. And louder ever the voices grew, And the tramp of men in mail; Until to my brain it seemed to be As though I tossed on a ship at sea In the teeth of a crashing gale. Then back I flew to the rest; and hard To force the table against the door; Then my wild gaze sped far down the hall To the place of the hearthstone-sill; And the Queen bent ever above the floor, For the plank was rising still. And now the rush was heard on the stair, And God, what help?" was our cry. And was I frenzied or was I bold? I looked at each empty stanchion-hold, And no bar but my arm had I! Like iron felt my arm, as through The staple I made it pass :Alack! it was flesh and bone-no more! 'T was Catherine Douglas sprang to the door, But I fell back Kate Barlass. And 't was empty space once more; And my eyes sought out the wounded Queen As I lay behind the door. And I said: "Dear Lady, leave me here, For I cannot help you now; But fly while you may, and none shall reck Of my place here lying low." And she said, "My Catherine, God help thee !" Then she looked to the distant floor, And clasping her hands, " Oh God help him," She sobbed," for we can no more!" And now the ladies fled with the Queen! room And the rushes shook on the floor. And the bed drooped low in the dark re cess Whence the arras was rent away; And the firelight still shone over the space Where our hidden secret lay. And the rain had ceased, and the moonbeams lit The window high in the wall,-Bright beams that on the plank that I knew Through the painted pane did fall And gleamed with the splendor of Scotland's crown And shield armorial. But then a great wind swept up the skies, And the climbing moon fell back : And the royal blazon fled from the floor, And nought remained on its track; And high in the darkened window-pane The shield and the crown were black. And what I say next I partly saw The torture wrung the truth. For now again came the armed tread And over the space the Græme strode dark With his mantle round him flung; And in his eye was a flaming light But not a word on his tongue. And Stuart held a torch to the floor, And he found the thing he sought; And they slashed the plank away with their swords; And O God! I fainted not! And the traitor held his torch in the gap, They saw their naked King. Half naked he stood, but stood as one |