Waverley + Guy Mannering + The Antiquary. Walter Scott

fancy endeavoured to answer in the affirmative, by conjuring up all she had said in his praise, with the addition of a comment much more flattering than the text warranted. All that was commonplace, all that belonged to the every-day world, was melted away and obliterated in those dreams of imagination, which only remembered with advantage the points of grace and dignity that distinguished Flora from the generality of her sex, not the particulars which she held in common with them. Edward was, in short, in the fair way of creating a goddess out of a high-spirited, accomplished, and beautiful young woman; and the time was wasted in castle-building until, at the descent of a steep hill, he saw beneath him the market-town of ——.

      The Highland politeness of Callum Beg — there are few nations, by the way, who can boast of so much natural politeness as the Highlanders⁶⁹ — the Highland civility of his attendant had not permitted him to disturb the reveries of our hero. But observing him rouse himself at the sight of the village, Callum pressed closer to his side, and hoped ‘when they cam to the public, his honour wad not say nothing about Vich Ian Vohr, for ta people were bitter Whigs, deil burst tem.’

      Waverley assured the prudent page that he would be cautious; and as he now distinguished, not indeed the ringing of bells, but the tinkling of something like a hammer against the side of an old mossy, green, inverted porridge-pot that hung in an open booth, of the size and shape of a parrot’s cage, erected to grace the east end of a building resembling an old barn, he asked Callum Beg if it were Sunday.

      ‘Could na say just preceesely; Sunday seldom cam aboon the pass of Bally-Brough.’

      On entering the town, however, and advancing towards the most apparent public-house which presented itself, the numbers of old women, in tartan screens and red cloaks, who streamed from the barn-resembling building, debating as they went the comparative merits of the blessed youth Jabesh Rentowel and that chosen vessel Maister Goukthrapple, induced Callum to assure his temporary master ‘that it was either ta muckle Sunday hersell, or ta little government Sunday that they ca’d ta fast.’

      On alighting at the sign of the Seven-branched Golden Candlestick, which, for the further delectation of the guests, was graced with a short Hebrew motto, they were received by mine host, a tall thin puritanical figure, who seemed to debate with himself whether he ought to give shelter to those who travelled on such a day. Reflecting, however, in all probability, that he possessed the power of mulcting them for this irregularity, a penalty which they might escape by passing into Gregor Duncanson’s, at the sign of the Highlander and the Hawick Gill, Mr. Ebenezer Cruickshanks condescended to admit them into his dwelling.

      To this sanctified person Waverley addressed his request that he would procure him a guide, with a saddle-horse, to carry his portmanteau to Edinburgh.

      ‘And whar may ye be coming from?’ demanded mine host of the Candlestick.

      ‘I have told you where I wish to go; I do not conceive any further information necessary either for the guide or his saddle-horse.’

      ‘Hem! Ahem!’ returned he of the Candlestick, somewhat disconcerted at this rebuff. ‘It’s the general fast, sir, and I cannot enter into ony carnal transactions on sic a day, when the people should be humbled and the backsliders should return, as worthy Mr. Goukthrapple said; and moreover when, as the precious Mr. Jabesh Rentowel did weel observe, the land was mourning for covenants burnt, broken, and buried.’

      ‘My good friend,’ said Waverley, ‘if you cannot let me have a horse and guide, my servant shall seek them elsewhere.’

      ‘Aweel! Your servant? and what for gangs he not forward wi’ you himsell?’

      Waverley had but very little of a captain of horse’s spirit within him — I mean of that sort of spirit which I have been obliged to when I happened, in a mail coach or diligence, to meet some military man who has kindly taken upon him the disciplining of the waiters and the taxing of reckonings. Some of this useful talent our hero had, however, acquired during his military service, and on this gross provocation it began seriously to arise. ‘Look ye, sir; I came here for my own accommodation, and not to answer impertinent questions. Either say you can, or cannot, get me what I want; I shall pursue my course in either case.’

      Mr. Ebenezer Cruickshanks left the room with some indistinct mutterings; but whether negative or acquiescent, Edward could not well distinguish. The hostess, a civil, quiet, laborious drudge, came to take his orders for dinner, but declined to make answer on the subject of the horse and guide; for the Salique law, it seems, extended to the stables of the Golden Candlestick.

      From a window which overlooked the dark and narrow court in which Callum Beg rubbed down the horses after their journey, Waverley heard the following dialogue betwixt the subtle foot-page of Vich Ian Vohr and his landlord: —

      ‘Ye’ll be frae the north, young man?’ began the latter.

      ‘And ye may say that,’ answered Callum.

      ‘And ye’ll hae ridden a lang way the day, it may weel be?’

      ‘Sae lang, that I could weel tak a dram.’

      ‘Gudewife, bring the gill stoup.’

      Here some compliments passed fitting the occasion, when my host of the Golden Candlestick, having, as he thought, opened his guest’s heart by this hospitable propitiation, resumed his scrutiny.

      ‘Ye’ll no hae mickle better whisky than that aboon the Pass?’

      ‘I am nae frae aboon the Pass.’

      ‘Ye’re a Highlandman by your tongue?’

      ‘Na; I am but just Aberdeen-a-way.’

      ‘And did your master come frae Aberdeen wi’ you?’

      ‘Ay; that’s when I left it mysell,’ answered the cool and impenetrable Callum Beg.

      ‘And what kind of a gentleman is he?’

      ‘I believe he is ane o’ King George’s state officers; at least he’s aye for ganging on to the south, and he has a hantle siller, and never grudges onything till a poor body, or in the way of a lawing.’

      ‘He wants a guide and a horse frae hence to Edinburgh?’

      ‘Ay, and ye maun find it him forthwith.’

      ‘Ahem! It will be chargeable.’

      ‘He cares na for that a bodle.’

      ‘Aweel, Duncan — did ye say your name was Duncan, or Donald?’

      ‘Na, man — Jamie — Jamie Steenson — I telt ye before.’

      This last undaunted parry altogether foiled Mr. Cruickshanks, who, though not quite satisfied either with the reserve of the master or the extreme readiness of the man, was contented to lay a tax on the reckoning and horse-hire that might compound for his ungratified curiosity. The circumstance of its being the fast day was not forgotten in the charge, which, on the whole, did not, however, amount to much more than double what in fairness it should have been.

      Callum Beg soon after announced in person the ratification of this treaty, adding, ‘Ta auld deevil was ganging to ride wi’ ta duinhe-wassel hersell.’

      ‘That will not be very pleasant, Callum, nor altogether safe, for our host seems a person of great curiosity; but a traveller must submit to these inconveniences. Meanwhile, my good lad, here is a trifle for you to drink Vich Ian Vohr’s health.’

      The hawk’s eye of Callum flashed delight upon a golden guinea, with which these last words were accompanied. He hastened, not without a curse on the intricacies of a Saxon breeches pocket, or spleuchan, as he called it, to deposit the treasure in his fob; and then, as if he conceived the benevolence called for some requital on his part, he gathered close up to Edward, with an expression of countenance peculiarly knowing, and spoke in an undertone, ‘If his honour thought ta auld deevil Whig carle was a bit dangerous, she could easily