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Obituaries in the
Performing Arts,
2002
Film, Television, Radio,
Theatre, Dance, Music,
Cartoons and Pop Culture

by
HARRIS M. LENTZ, III

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Jefferson, North Carolina, and London
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 To the memory of those friends
and family lost during 2002 —
Dominic J. Cara, III, Sam Lobianco, Lynn Wiggins,
Marie Daniels, Margaret Davis, Robert Canerdy
Dal Coger, David Yellin, and Barbara Lawing;
and also to
stars Irish McCalla, Lucille Lund, Jeff Corey,
John Agar and Kim Hunter
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 ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I greatly appreciate the assistance of my Kent Nelson, Dale Warren, Dr. Mark Heffin-
good friend, Carla Clark, and my mother, He- gton, Anne Taylor, Andy Branham, John Nel-
lene Lentz. Special thanks also go to Bob King son, Richard Allynwood, Frank de Azpillaga,
at Classic Images, for granting permission to use Irv Jacobs, Bill Warren, Bob Cuneo, Alun
information from my columns, and to the peo- Jones, Marty Baumann, Trinity Houston, Joy
ple at Jerry Ohlinger’s for assistance in acquir- Martin, Denise Tansil, John Janovich, Jake
ing many of the photographs appearing herein. Miller, Blaine Lester, Monica Whitsitt, Kate
Also, thanks to Anne Howard, Rosa Burnett Branford, Mason Grace, Dave Ruble, Karen
and the staff at State Technical Institute library, Lavaudais, Jay Morris, the fine folks at J.
Tom Weaver, Fred Davis, Andrew I. Porter, Alexanders, the Memphis Film Festival, the
Forrest J Ackerman, Mike Fitzgerald, John Bei- gang at AOL’s Classic Horror Film Board,
fuss, Eric Rohr, Ray Neilson, John Whyborn, Tommy Gattas, James Gattas, the University of
Boyd Magers, Larry Tauber, Andrew “Captain Memphis Library and the Memphis and Shelby
Comics” Smith, Nikki and Jimmy Walker, County Public Libraries.
Tony Pruitt, Greg Bridges, Bobby Mathews,

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Acknowledgments vii
Introduction 1
Reference Bibliography 3

The 2002 Obituaries 5

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 INTRODUCTION

The year 2002 saw the passing of numer- Blake, Mary Brian, Peggy Moran, Hildegarde
ous show business celebrities and pop culture Knef, Phyllis Calvert, Signe Hasso, Adele Jer-
icons. Legendary comedian Milton Berle, gens, Nobu McCarthy, Lucille Lund, as did
Oscar-winning actor Rod Steiger, singers character actors Harold Russell, Parley Baer,
Rosemary Clooney and Peggy Lee, country Eddie Bracken, Ted Ross, Judson Pratt,
music legend Waylon Jennings, television star Michael Bryant, Jeff Corey, Maurice Manson,
Robert Urich, The Who’s John Entwistle, The Keene Curtis, Maurice Denham, Dennis
Clash’s Joe Strummer, and two of The Mag- Patrick, James Gregory, Jack Kruschen, Guy
nificent Seven— James Coburn & Brad Dex- Stockwell, Lawrence Tierney. The dwindling
ter — all died during the year. Harry Potter’s ranks of Our Gang is short four more members
Professor Dumbledore — Richard Harris, Lost with the passings of Joe Cobb, Darwood Kaye,
in Space’s Dr. Smith — Jonathan Harris and Jacquie Lyn, and Jay R. Smith. The world of
Rumpole of the Bailey Leo McKern are included soap operas lost Barbara Berjer, Nancy Addi-
in this year’s edition. Leading film directors son, Don Chastain, Dennis Cooney, Joshua
Billy Wilder, John Frankenheimer, and George Ryan Evans and Mary Stuart. Both creators of
Roy Hill, and serial director William Witney Lancelot Link, Secret Chimp— Stan Burns and
also passed on, as did many prominent pro- Mike Marmer — died during the year, as did
ducers and directors of science fiction and hor- Warner Brothers’ animation legend Chuck
ror films — Herman Cohen, Albert Band, Jones, Disney animator Ward Kimball, Rocky
Andre De Toth, Jerry Gross, Louis “Deke” and Bullwinkle animator Tex Henson, George
Heyward, Nathan Juran, Antonio Margheriti, of the Jungle song composer Sheldon Allman,
and Sidney Pink. Fifties sci-fi film leading men Mad magazine cartoonist Dave Berg, and
John Agar and Kenneth Tobey, and Robot Mon- comic books artists John Buscema, Robert
ster star George Nader are also within these Kanigher, and Kurt Schaffenberger. The world
pages. Also dead in 2002 were British comedi- of sports lost television sports executive Roone
ans Dudley Moore and Spike Milligan, Monty Arledge and sportscasters Jack Buck and Chick
Python director Ian MacNaughton, hip-hop Hearn, and sports entertainment witnessed the
DJ Jam Master Jay and punk rocker Dee Dee passing of wrestling legends Lou Thesz, Wahoo
Ramone, jazz musician Lionel Hampton, and McDaniel, Moose Cholak, Flyboy Rocco Rock
gospel music pioneer James Blackwood. Nu- and Davey Boy Smith. The world of music lost
merous leading ladies died during the year in- numerous songwriters including Otis Black-
cluding Kim Hunter, Katy Jurado, Whitney well (“Great Balls of Fire”), Mickey Newberry

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Introduction 2
(“An American Trilogy”), Norbert Schultze a complete-as-possible filmography for film
(“Lili Marleen”), and Sharon Sheeley (“Poor and television performers. Most obituaries are
Little Fool”). Other deaths include cult film followed by citations to major newspapers and
star Cheryl “Rainbeaux” Smith, exploitation periodical stories reporting the death. A pho-
film director Doris Wishman, Playboy play- tograph has been included for many of the in-
mate Elisa Bridges and adult film stars Linda dividuals.
Lovelace and Naughtia Childs. 2002 also saw I have been writing obituaries of film per-
the passing of Doctor Who producer John sonalities for over twenty years, beginning with
Nathan-Turner and Dr. Mabuse star Wolfgang a column in Forry Ackerman’s Famous Monsters
Preiss, Xena’s Ares — Kevin Smith, Get Christie of Filmland in the late 1970s. Many of the film
Love star Teresa Graves, Today show creator Pat obituaries in the present work are taken from
Weaver, veteran newscaster Howard K. Smith, my monthly column in Classic Images (P.O.
Northern Exposure’s Ruth-Anne — Peg Phillips, Box 809, Muscatine, IA 52761), a newspaper
Sanford and Son’s Aunt Esther — LaWanda devoted to classic films and their performers.
Page, My Mother, the Car villain Avery Information on the passing of the indi-
Schreiber, Mr. Belvedere creator Gwen Daven- viduals found in this volume has been gathered
port, Cassandra “Mrs. Greenthumbs” Danz, from a myriad of sources. Primary sources, as
People’s Court bailiff Rusty Burrell, Hawaii 5- previously noted are listed in the individual
O’s Kam Fong, TV Guide founder Walter An- bibliographies, including The New York Times,
nenberg, advice columnist Ann Landers, sci- The Los Angeles Times, Times (of London), The
ence fiction writers George Alec Effinger, Washington Post, Variety, Time, People, TV
Damon Knight, R.A. Lafferty, and Jerry Sohl, Guide and Newsweek. Other sources include
dinosaur expert Stephen Jay Gould, Kon-Tiki Boyd Mager’s Western Clippings, The Memphis
explorer Thor Heyerdahl, Sheena, Queen of the Commercial Appeal, The Hollywood Reporter,
Jungle— Irish McCalla, and many more. The (Manchester) Guardian, The Comics
This book provides a single source that Buyer’s Guide, Locus, Science Fiction Chronicle,
notes the deaths of all major, and many minor, Pro Wrestling Torch, Psychotronic Video, The
figures in the fields of film, television, car- Comics Journal and Facts on File. Several sources
toons, theatre, music and popular literature. on the internet have also been helpful, includ-
The obituaries within this volume contain per- ing Celebrity Obits (http://www/voy.com/
tinent details of deaths including date, place 60649/), Famous Deaths — Week in Review
and cause, of 752 celebrities. Biographical in- (http://famousdeaths.150m.com/WeekInRe-
formation and career highlights and achieve- view.Main.html) and the Internet Movie Data-
ments are also provided. I have also included base, Ltd. (http://us.imdb.com/).
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PERFORMING ARTS,
2002
Obituaries • 2002 6

Aayer, Abetha sition six years later and became director of

Broadway’s Circle in the Square theater. She re-
ceived a Tony Award nomination for producing
Leading Broadway actress Abetha Aayer
a revival of Bus Stop in 1996. Abady also produced
died of a stroke in New York City on May 10,
the 1994 independent short film To Catch a Tiger,
2002. Aayer began her career on stage in the late
scripted by her husband Michael Krawitz, and
1940s after studying with Sandy Meisner. She ap-
starring her sister, Carolin Aaron. Abady pro-
peared in numerous theatrical productions in-
duced several plays during the year before her
cluding Grease, Medea, Born Yesterday and The
death including Abyssinia and Wit.
Way of the World. Aayer also appeared in televi-
New York Times, May 30, 2002, A23; Vari-
sion in commercials and soap operas.
ety, June 10, 2002, 57.

Abady, Josephine Adamson, Peter

Theatrical producer and director Josephine
British actor Peter Adamson, who starred as
Abady died of breast cancer at her home in Man-
councillor Len Fairclough on the popular television
hattan on May 25, 2002. She was 52. Abady was
series Coronation Street from 1961 to 1983, died of
born in Richmond, Virginia, in 1950. She began
stomach cancer in a Lincoln, England, hospital on
directing theatrical productions at the Berkshire
January 17, 2002. He was 71. Adamson was born
Theater Festival and received acclaim for her Off-
in Liverpool, England, on February 16, 1930. He
Broadway production of The Boys Next Door. She
had previously appeared on British television in
subsequently served as artistic director with the
the Granada series Skyport and Knight Errant. He
Cleveland Playhouse. She was relieved of her po-
was also featured in the 1967 film Violent Love.
Adamson’s 22 year stint with Coronation Street
ended after a high-profile trial acquitted him of
charges of assault in 1983. He subsequently ap-
peared in several stage productions.
Times (of London), Jan. 21, 2002, 17a.

Josephine Abady Peter Adamson

 7 2002 • Obituaries

Addison, Nancy
Actress Nancy Addison Altman died after a
long illness with cancer on June 20, 2002. She
was 54. Addison was born in New York City on
March 21, 1948. Best known for her roles in tele-
vision soap operas, Addison starred as Kit Vested
on The Guiding Light from 1970 to 1974, and was
Jillian Coleridge Ryan on Ryan’s Hope from 1975
to 1988. She also appeared as Marissa Rampal on
All My Children (1989) and as Deborah Brester
Alden in Loving from 1993 to 1995 and The City
in 1995. Addison starred in the 1978 television
mini-series Dashiel Hammett’s The Dain Curse,
and the 1988 telefilm Baby M. She was also seen
in the 1983 film Somewhere Tomorrow and several
episodes of Law & Order.

John Agar

of Iwo Jima (1949), I Married a Communist (1949),

Adventure in Baltimore (1949), Breakthrough
(1950), Along the Great Divide (1951), The Magic
Carpet (1951), Woman of the North Country
(1952), Man of Conflict (1953), The Golden Mis-
tress (1954), Shield for Murder (1954), The Rocket
Man (1954), Bait (1954), The Lonesome Trail
(1955) and Hold Back Tomorrow (1955). Though
problems with alcohol damaged his career in the
1950s, Agar was well known for his starring roles
in several science fiction and horror films from
the 1950s including Revenge of the Creature
(1955), Tarantula (1955), The Mole People (1956),
Nancy Addison
Daughter of Dr. Jekyll (1957), The Brain from
Planet Arous (1957), Attack of the Puppet People
(1958), Invisible Invaders (1959), Journey to the
Agar, John Seventh Planet (1962) and Hand of Death (1962).
His other film credits include Star in the Dust
Leading actor John Agar died at a Burbank, (1956), Ride a Violent Mile (1957), Joe Butterfly
California, hospital after a long illness with em- (1957), Flesh and the Spur (1957), Frontier Gun
physema on April 7, 2002. He was 81. Agar was (1958), Jet Attack (1958), Raymie (1960), Fall Girl
born in Chicago on January 31, 1921. He began (1961), Of Love and Desire (1963), Cavalry Com-
his career in Hollywood after serving in the mil- mand (1963), The Young and the Brave (1963),
itary during World War II. Agar was married to Law of the Lawless (1964), Stage to Thunder Rock
former child star Shirley Temple from 1946 until (1964), Young Fury (1965), Women of the Prehis-
1949. He made his film debut in John Ford’s Fort toric Planet (1966), Waco (1966), Johnny Reno
Apache (1948), and continued to appear in such (1966), Zontar, the Thing from Venus (1966), Curse
films as She Wore a Yellow Ribbon (1949), Sands of the Swamp Creature (1966), The St. Valentine’s
Obituaries • 2002 8
Day Massacre (1967), Night Fright (1967), Hell tle Night Music. She moved to Los Angeles in the
Raiders (1968), The Undefeated (1969), Big Jake late 1960s, where she was featured in several films
(1971), How’s Your Love Life? (1972), Dino De- including Murder a la Mod (1968), The Wedding
Laurentiis’ King Kong (1976), Divided We Fall Party (1969), Moment by Moment (1978), Odd Jobs
(1980), Mr. No Legs (1981), Attack of the B-Movie (1984), E Nick: A Legend in His Own Mind
Monster (1985), Perfect Victims (1988), Miracle (1984), Desert Hearts (1985), Just Between Friends
Mile (1989), Clive Barker’s Nightbreed (1990), and (1986), and Nothing in Common (1986). She was
The Vampire Hunters Club (2001). He also nar- also seen in the telefilms Barry Manilow’s Co-
rated the video documentary series 100 Years of pacabana (1985) and Killer in the Mirror (1986).
Horror and was featured in the telefilms Fear Her other television credits include episodes of
(1990), The Perfect Bride (1991), Invasion of Pri- Charlie’s Angels, Rafferty, Taxi, Hart to Hart, Voy-
vacy (1992) and John Carpenter Presents Body Bags agers!, and Remington Steele.
(1983). His other television credits include
episodes of The Gale Storm Show, Perry Mason,
Rawhide, Death Valley Days, Lawman, Bat Mas- Alberts, Anita
terson, The Virginian, Branded, Hondo, Combat!,
Family Affair, Police Story, Charlie’s Angels, High- Actress Anita Alberts died of lung cancer at
way to Heaven and the new Twilight Zone. her Los Angeles home on September 28, 2002.
Los Angeles Times, Apr. 9, 2002, B11; New She was 58. The daughter of famed society pho-
York Times, Apr. 10, 2002, B8; Time, Apr. 22, tographer Sergis Alberts, she worked as an editor
2002, 18; Times (of London), Apr. 11, 2002, 35b; at Mademoiselle magazine before she began act-
Variety, Apr. 15, 2002, 84. ing in the late 1960s. She appeared in several films
including The Sterile Cuckoo (1969) and House
Calls (1978), and was featured on television in
Akers, Andra episodes of Hawaii Five-O and Cannon. She later
became a leading public relations executive, han-
Actress Andra Akers died in Los Angeles on dling such events as the Miss America Junior
March 20, 2002. She was 58. She began her ca- Pageant.
reer on the New York stage, and performed with
the touring company of Stephen Sondheim’s Lit-

Andra Akers Anita Alberts

 9 2002 • Obituaries

Allen, Bunny nese Bookie. She was the widow of actor Danny
Dayton who died in 1999.
Bunny Allen, the last of the Great White
Hunters of East Africa, died on Lamu Island,
Kenya, on January 14, 2002. He was 95. He was Allison, Joe
born Frank Maurice Allen in London, England,
on April 17, 1906. Allen went to Kenya in 1927 Songwriter Joe Allison died of lung disease
where he soon became a hunting guide. Working in a Nashville, Tennessee, hospital on August 2,
with Denys Finch Hatton and Baron Bror von 2002. He was 77. Allison was born on October
Blixen, he took part in several royal safaris in the 3, 1924, in McKinney, Texas, where he began his
late 1920s and early 1930s. Allen gained a repu- career as a radio disc jockey. He moved to
tation as one of the finest hunters in Kenya. He Nashville in the late 1940s, having already writ-
served in the King’s 6th African Rifles in Mada- ten Tex Ritter’s popular song “When You Leave,
gascar during World War II. He remained one of Don’t Slam the Door” several years earlier. Alli-
the region’s most popular safari guides after the son also wrote the songs “It’s a Great Life” and
war, attracting such clients as Prince Aly Khan. “Live Fast, Love Hard, Die Young,” which were
He also became involved in the motion picture hit recordings for Faron Young. Jim Reeves
business as a location manager for various jungle recorded Allison’s ballad “He’ll Have to Go” in
epics in the early 1950s. He was an advisor on the 1960. His songs were also recorded by such artists
sets of such films as King Solomon’s Mines (1950), as Elvis Presley, Patsy Cline and Roy Clark. Alli-
Where No Vultures Fly (1951), and The African son was inducted into the Nashville Songwriters
Queen (1951). He was technical advisor to John Hall of Fame in 1978.
Ford’s 1953 film Mogambo, and also served as Los Angeles Times, Aug. 10, 2002, B18; Peo-
Clark Gable’s stunt double during scenes that in- ple, Aug. 19, 2002, 71; Times (of London), Aug.
volved dangerous animals. During the filming 6, 2002, 27b.
Allen also had affairs with the film’s two leading
ladies, Ava Gardner and Grace Kelly. He contin-
ued to conduct hunting safaris until the practice
was banned by Kenya in the mid–1970s. Allen
remained in Kenya, often conducting sight-see-
ing tours for guests until the early 1990s, when he
retired to the island of Lamu. Allen was the sub-
ject of a 1996 documentary, A Gypsy in Africa,
and his autobiography was anthologized as The
Wheel of Life in 2002.
Los Angeles Times, Mar. 4, 2002, B9; New
York Times, Feb. 16, 2002, A17.

Allison, Arlene
Actress and singer Arlene L. Dayton, who
performed under the name Arlene Allison, died
in Los Angeles on January 6, 2002. She was 68.
She began her career as a singer on New York
radio at the age of 8. She later performed with the
Allison Sisters in films, television and nightclub
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their trumpets, and clash of their cymbals, had wakened the echoes
of the Bathgate hills.
The queen and her courtiers watched their departure, together
with Darnley, who had joined them, and seemed in better humour
from the issue of his encounter with the Earl; but being naturally
proud and jealous, he found to his no small exasperation that the
ladies were more than ever inclined to praise the handsome peer, and
then, for the first time, the demon of jealousy began to whisper in his
ear.
"Tell me, Henri, mon ami," said Mary, with perfect innocence, "did
not the Lord Bothwell look enchanting in his plate armour?"
"God wot, I neither ken nor care, fair madam!" replied the young
King sulkily, as he handed his helmet to a page.
"He looked the same as when I saw him at Versailles," said the
Lady Lethington.
"Ah, Mary Fleming, ma bonne!" said the Queen, in one of her
touching accents; "we were only fifteen years old then."
The ladies, finding Mary in a mood to praise the Earl, all chimed
in, greatly to Darnley's chagrin and annoyance.
"He is a winsome man, and a gallant," lisped the Countess of
Argyle over her pouncet-box.
"He has an eye that looks well below a helmet peak," added the
Lady Athole, as she adjusted her long fardingale.
"O, were he single, I would marry him to-morrow!" laughed little
Mariette Hubert, glancing furtively at Darnley's shining figure.
"If thou art anxious to be a rich widow, 'twere a good match,
Mariette," replied the young King, with one of his icy smiles, as he
turned away; and, whistling a hunting air, descended to the court-
yard, and departed on a hawking expedition, attended by a few of his
own personal retinue, who were invariably composed of his father's
Catholic vassals from the district known as the Lennox.

CHAPTER IV.
THE LEITH WYND PORTE.

——On they pass'd,

And reach'd the city gate at last;
Where all around a wakeful guard,
Arm'd burghers, kept their watch and ward.
Marmion.

Towards the close of a sultry day, two travellers approached one of

the eastern gates of Edinburgh, when the burgher guard were about
to close it for the night.
The sun of June had set behind the distant Ochils, and his last
rays were fading away from the reddened summit of St. Giles's spire,
and the dark grey mansions of that ancient capital, whose history is
like a romance.
The mowers, who the livelong day had bent them over the grass
on many a verdant rig and holm, that are now covered by the streets
and squares of the new city, had quitted their rural occupations.
Between green hedgerows and fields of ripening corn, the lowing
herds were driven to pen and byre in many a rural grange and thatch-
roofed homestead; the bonneted shepherd that washed his sheep in
the city lochs, and tended them by night on the braes of Warriston
and Halkerston's crofts, could little foresee the new world of stone
and lime, of gas, of steam, of bustle, and business, that was to
spread over these lonely and sequestered places.
Gentlemen in glittering doublets and laced mantles, with hawks
on their wrists, and well-armed serving-men in attendance, rode into
the city, singly or together, from hawking the gled and the heron by
Corstorphine loch and Wardie muir, or from visiting the towers and
mansions in the neighbourhood. Few remained without the
fortifications after nightfall, for our ancestors were all a-bed betimes.
In half an hour more, the foliage darkened in the cold and steady
twilight of June; but a crimson flush yet lingered in the west to show
where the sun had set.
The two wearied wayfarers approached the lower barrier of
Edinburgh, which faced the steep street known as Leith Wynd, the
whole eastern side of which was in ruins, having been burned by the
English invaders, under the Earl of Hertford, sixteen years before.
In the fair young man, armed with a round headpiece and
corselet, the reader will recognise Konrad the Norwegian, and in the
boy that accompanied him, may perceive the soft features and long
tresses of Anna, notwithstanding the plain grey gaberdine, the
sarcenet hosen, and blue cloth bonnet, under which she had veiled
her beauty and concealed her sex. She had all the appearance of a
slender and sickly boy, with hollow eyes and parched lips, exhausted
by fatigue and privation.
Tremblingly she clung to Konrad as they drew near the low but
massive arch of the Leith Wynd Porte, where he knocked on the nail-
studded wicket with the pommel of his Norwayn dagger. A small
vizzying-hole was unclosed, and the keen grey eye of one of the
burghers on guard was seen to survey them strictly under the peak of
his morion; for, by an act of the city council, every fourth citizen
capable of bearing armour, had to keep watch and ward by night,
completely armed with sword and jedwood axe, arquebuss and
dagger, for the prevention of surprise from without, and suppression
of disturbance within the burgh.
"Now, wha may ye be, and what want ye?" asked the burgher
gruffly and suspiciously.
"Who I may be matters little to such as thou," replied Konrad,
haughtily; "what I seek is entrance and civility, for I like not thy
bearing, sirrah."
"Then I let ye to wit, that without kenning the first, thou canst
not hae the second," replied the citizen, whose Protestant prejudices
began to rise against one, whom he shrewdly deemed by his foreign
accent to be a Frenchman, and consequently, a "trafficking messe
preist," as the term was. "I fear me we hae enow o' your kind doon
the gate at Holyrood. Some mass-monger, I warrant! Hast thou ever
heard Master Knox preach?"
"No—who is he?"
"Wha is he!" reiterated the citizen, opening the pannel, his eyes
and his mouth wider in his breathless astonishment. "What country is
yours, or wharawa is't, that ye havena heard o' him, who is wise as
Soloman, upright as David, patient as Job, as stark as the deevil
himsel?"
"I am come from a far and foreign land," continued Konrad,
endeavouring to make himself understood by the medium of a little of
the Scottish tongue he had acquired.
"Ye are a merchant, maybe? I am one mysel, and deal in a'
manner o' hardware that cometh out o' Flanders by the way o' Sluice,
frae brass culverins to porridge cogues and kail-pats. Are ye a
merchant, fair sir?"
"Yes—at your service, I am a trader," replied Konrad, glad to
conciliate the man, and to hear him withdrawing the bolts.
"And in what do ye deal?" he asked, still lingering.
"Hard blows—thou dog and caitiff—and I would fain barter with
thee!" replied Konrad, giving way to rage as he felt poor Anna sinking
from his arm, under the very excess of exhaustion.
"Awa wi' ye! thou art some thigger or licht-fingered loon—some
frontless papist or French sorner—or maybe a' thegether, as I doubt
not by the fashion o' thy dusty duds! Awa! or I sall hae ye baith
branded on the cheek, and brankit at the burgh cross, or my name's
no Dandy the dagger-maker!" and the vizzy-hole was closed with a
bang.
Konrad turned away exasperated and sorrowful. Though by this
time pretty well used to insult and opprobrium from the reformed
Scots, who deemed every foreigner a Frenchman, and consequently
an upholder of the ancient faith, evinced their hatred in a thousand
ways; and once proceeded so far as to stone, in the streets of
Edinburgh, an ambassador of the Most Christian king, who was fool-
hardy enough to exhibit himself in a mantle of purple velvet, adorned
with the white cross of the knights of the Holy Ghost. Konrad's
exchequer was now reduced to a very low ebb, for he possessed but
one gold angel and two unicorns—the former being worth only
twenty-four, and the latter eighteen, shillings Scots; and though he
and his companion had found no difficulty in procuring food and
shelter in the rural districts, where every baron and farmer gladly
afforded a seat by his hall fire, a place at his board, and a hearty
welcome to every wayfarer; now, when arrived at the end of their
destination, in a crowded capital, the residence of a court, a trading
and grasping middle class, a fierce aristocracy, and their fiercer
retainers—the case was altogether different; and he gazed about,
with doubt and irresolution, to find a place wherein to pass the night.
The roofless relics of the English invasion would have afforded a
sufficient shelter for one so hardy as himself; but his tender and
fainting companion——
"Courage, dearest Anna!" he whispered in their native language;
"we have now reached the place of our destination."
"True, Konrad," murmured Anna; "but to what end? Oh, I have
no wish now but to lie down here, and die! Forgive me, Konrad, this
ingratitude; but I feel that I will not now—trouble you very long."
The young man once more put an arm around her; and, with a
glance that conveyed a world of grief and passion, supported her to
the summit of the steep street, where, between two broad, round
towers, another massive barrier, that separated the city from the
suburban burgh of the Canongate, frowned over the long vista to the
east. The grimness of its aspect, its heavy battlements, and deep,
round portal, were no way enlivened by the bare white skulls of two
of Rizzio's murderers—Henry Yair, and Thomas Scott, sheriff-depute of
Perth—on long spikes.
Lest Anna might perceive them, Konrad turned hastily away; and,
looking round, hailed with satisfaction a house, having the
appearance of a comfortable hostelry, furnished with a broad sign-
board that creaked on a rusty iron rod; and half leading, half
supporting Anna, he approached it.
 CHAPTER V.
THE RED LION.

A seemly man our Hosté was withall

For to have been a marshall in a hall;
A largé man he was with eyen steep,
A fairer burgess is there none in Cheap;
Bold of his speech he was, and well y taught,
And of his manhood him lackéd righté nought:
Eke thereto was he right a merry man.
Chaucer.

The Red Lion in St. Mary's Wynd was one of the most spacious and
famous of the old Scottish hostellaries, and Adam Ainslie, the
gudeman thereof, was as kindly a host as ever welcomed a guest
beneath his roof-tree. The enormous obesity of his paunch made him
resemble a turtle on its hind-legs, while his visage, by hard drinking
and frequent exposure to the weather, had become as flushed and
red as the lion figuring on his sign-board, that overhung the principal
wynd of Edinburgh.
If the ancient Scottish inns lacked aught that was necessary for
the comfort of the traveller, it was not want of legislative
encouragement; for so early as the days of James I., laws were
enacted, and confirmed by James V., that all hostellaries "should have
honest chambers and bedding for passengers and strangers travelling
through the realme, weel and honestlie accoutred; good and sufficient
stables, with hack and manger, corn and haye—fleshe, fishe, breade,
and oile, with other furnishing for travelloures."
This edifice, for which the antiquary may now look in vain, was
two stories in height, having a row of pediments over the upper
windows, which, like the lower, were thickly grated. The doorway, to
which an outside stair gave access, was surmounted by an old coat-
of-arms and the pious legend—

Miserere Mei Deus.

marked it as once the habitation of a churchman of rank. A low

archway gave admittance to the stables behind. These bordered the
garden of the ancient Cistertian convent of St. Mary-in-the-Wynd, an
edifice of which not a vestige now survives. In the middle of the court
there lay a great stone tank for watering horses, and high above the
inn, on the north side, towered the smoke-encrusted mansions of the
Netherbow.
With numerous sleeping apartments for guests and their retinues,
which in those turbulent times were invariably numerous, well-armed,
and mounted, the hostell contained one large and rude hall or
apartment, where all visitors, without regard to sex or rank, partook
of the general meals, and were accommodated on plain but sturdy
oaken benches. An arched fireplace, rude in workmanship as the
bridge of a country burn, opened at one end of this hall; and within,
notwithstanding that the evening was a summer one, a large fire of
wood from the Burgh muir, and coal—a luxury on which Adam Ainslie
prided himself not a little, as its use was then very limited—blazed in
the wide chimney for cooking, and threw its red gleam on the white-
washed walls, sanded floor, and the well-scoured benches and girnels;
on the rude beams of dark old oak that crossed the ceiling, and from
which hung dried seafowl, boars' hams, baskets, and superannuated
household utensils, all placed hodge-podge with those warlike
weapons which every householder was bound to have at hand for the
"redding" of frays, and maintenance of peace within the burgh. Nor
must we omit to mention a great barrel of ale that stood in a recess
near the doorway, propped on a sturdy binn, furnished with an iron
quaigh, and of which all on entering partook, if they pleased, with a
hearty welcome.
On the appearance of Konrad and his almost lifeless companion,
Ainslie's better half, a comely and buxom dame, wearing a coif of
Flemish lace, a scarlet kirtle and silken sash, and having her fat
fingers studded with silver rings, arose from her spindle, and bidding
them welcome with the motherly kindness more natural to the time
than her occupation, led Anna, whom she deemed "a puir sickly
laddie," to a well-cushioned chair, and, finding him too faint to answer
any questions, she turned to Konrad, who said—
"Let us have supper, goodwife! for this day hath seen us wellnigh
famished. What hast thou at hand in the larder?"
"We have rabbits trussed and broiled, noble sir, capons roasted
and boiled, stewed partridges, and the great side o' beef whilk thou
seest turning before the fire; but that is for my lord the Earl of
Morton, quha to-day cometh in frae his castle of Dalkeith, and the
best in cellar and larder maun be keepit for him. Earls, ye ken, are
folk that canna thole steering."
"Then get us a capon—a manchet"——
"And a flask of Bordeaux?"
"The best thou hast."
"But for this puir bairn, that seemeth sae sair forfoughten, sall I
no make a milk posset?"
 "God bless thee for the thought, goodwife! let it be brought, and
speedily."
"Wilt thou not sup with me?" said a countryman in a plain
gaberdine, who was seated at a side bench, and with the aid of his
hunting-knife, (for, as we have elsewhere stated, forks were still in
futurity,) was dissecting a noble capon and boar's ham, the odours of
which were extremely tempting to Konrad. "Thou seest," continued
his inviter, "that I am but a poor dustifute like thyself; but thou and
thy boy are welcome. I am drinking Rochelle at sax pennies the Scots
pint-stoup. By St. Mary! I cannot afford Bordeaux, even though it
does come in by the east seas."
"Thanks, fair sir, for this courtesy," replied Konrad; "and if thou
permittest my boy to taste thy Rochelle"——
"Odsbody! he is welcome."
Konrad hastily placed the proffered wine-horn to Anna's thirsty
lips; she tasted it, revived a little, and again sank back, saying—
"Let me sleep—let me sleep!" and, closing her eyes, mutely
resisted all Konrad's winning entreaties, that she would partake of a
little food.
While sharing the stranger's hospitality, the young Norwegian,
whom anxiety for his young charge had rendered suspicious of every
one, covertly but keenly scrutinized him.
He was a powerfully but sparely formed man, whose well-strung
limbs had been reduced to mere bone and brawn by constant
exercise. His face was pleasant, good-humoured, and manly; he wore
a short beard, and close shorn hair; his cheekbones were somewhat
prominent; but his keen and dark grey eye had an expression, that by
turns was full of boldness and penetration, merriment and fun.
Beneath his gaberdine, which was of the coarsest white Galloway
cloth, Konrad could perceive an excellent jack of jointed mail; a grey
maud or Border plaid was thrown loosely over his broad chest and
brawny shoulders; his flat worsted bonnet and a knotty oak cudgel lay
on the floor, under the guardianship of a rough wiry cur. Konrad
judged him to be a substantial yeoman or farmer, though at times his
language and manner unguardedly imported something better.
He, on the other hand, while eating and drinking with the
appetite and thirst of a strong and healthy fellow, who since sunrise
had been travelling fast and far, quite as keenly scrutinized Konrad,
whose occupation and degree he found himself puzzled to determine.
"By the set of thy head, and aspect of thine eye, I would say
thou hast been something of a soldier, master," said the Scot.
"I have been more of a huntsman than a soldier, perhaps; yet I
have done a little in both lines."
"Good! I love thee for that; thy life hath been checkered, like
mine own. Thou art not one of our ain kindly Scots, or else thou hast
attained the true twang of the foreigner. Peradventure, hast been
pushing thy fortune under the banner of stout Sir Walter Scott, whose
Border bands are now covering themselves with immortal honour on
the frontiers of Saxony?"
"Nay! my sword has never been drawn against others than the
fat citizens of Lubeck and Hamburg."
"Profitable warfare I would take that to be, and pleasant withal;
for these Hanseatic burghers can wade above their baldricks in
rixdollars, say our Leith shippers. So, then, thou art of Flanders?"
Willing to deceive him a little, Konrad nodded.
"I guessed thou wert a Fleming," replied the yeoman, laughing,
"and so my heart warmed to thee; for they are all stout men and true.
Mass! my own mother, who now sleeps at St. Mary in the Lows, was a
Fleming of the house of Wigton, whose forbear, Baldwin le Flemyng,
came from thy country in the days of St. David, to take knight's
service, as I doubt not thou meanest to do."
Konrad again assented to his garrulous companion.
"Then there will be work enow for thy sword by Lammas-tide; for
the stout Earl of Bothwell is about to make a royal raid into
Clydesdale."
"Saidst thou Bothwell?" ejaculated Konrad, in a thick voice, and
glancing hastily at Anna, who was now buried in a profound slumber,
with her face concealed in her mantle.
"Yea, Bothwell—one of our queen's prime favourites; but there
will be many a lance broken, and many a steed left riderless, ere he
shall traverse all the windings of the Liddle. By St. Mary! but they
must keep sharp watch and ward at the gate of his castle of
Hermitage; for by this time, I warrant, the troopers of John of Park
have all been riding by moss and moor."
"Who is this John of Park, of whom I hear so many speak, either
with hatred or applause?"
"The chief of the brave clan Elliot, and long Lord Bothwell's
mortal foe."
"Then would to Heaven I could meet this John of Park!"
"Hah!" exclaimed the countryman, whose eyes sparkled; "and for
what end?"
"That under his banner I might have some chance of meeting
Bothwell in his armour, lance to lance, and horse to horse. O God!
thou alone knowest how much I have suffered at his hands, and what
I have to avenge!"
"Is it thus with thee?" said the Scot; "swear that thou dost not
deceive me.
 "By all that is holy, I swear!"
"Good. To-morrow I shall lead thee to John Elliot of Park, who
needeth much a few such spirits as thee," replied the other, in the
same low tone under which the conversation had been maintained.
Here a clatter of horses' hoofs in the adjoining wynd, together
with the jingle of steel bridles and two-handed swords, announced
the arrival of more important guests.
"Now here cometh the Earl of Morton and his swash-bucklers—a
pest on them!" muttered the countryman, instinctively grasping his
cudgel; while the bluff host and his buxom better-half bustled about
in a high state of excitement, dusting the long oaken table, adjusting
the fire, placing fir buffet-stools, and trimming the long candles that
flared in the tin wall-sconces.

CHAPTER VI.
THE EARL OF MORTON.

Dark Morton, girt with many a spear,

Murder's foul minion!
Scott.

Attended by a train of forty armed horsemen, this potent noble had

arrived.
His men, as they dismounted, placed their long and unwieldy
lances against the wall of the inn yard, and set about stabling their
steeds with ready activity. Followed by Archibald Douglas, laird of
Whittinghame, and Hume of Spott—two gentlemen of his retinue—
this factious, proud, and ferocious lord, whose name is so infamous
from the dark and bloody share which he took in all the deep intrigues
and civil broils of that unhappy period, entered the hall of the
hostelry; and certainly, from the smile that spread over his handsome
features, curving his fine mouth, and lighting up his brilliant hazel eye
—and from the dignity of his aspect, and the magnificence of his
yellow damask doublet, embroidered with gold, his purple velvet
trunks, which were slashed with white and edged with point
d'Espagne, where they joined his hose of Naples silk—the politeness
with which he removed his black beaver, with its long white feather,
and on entering saluted the hostess with a kiss, and the host with a
thump between the shoulders—no one, we say, who saw his general
aspect and bearing, would have recognized the same savage and
avaricious noble, who, as it was commonly said, "never spared man in
his vengeance, nor woman in his lust"—who murdered Captain Cullen
for possession of his beautiful wife—who poisoned the Regent Mar to
secure the regency—who hung sixty men, as a pastime before
breakfast, at Leith Loan—and who was yet foredoomed, to die on the
scaffold for the greatest of all human crimes.
Adam Ainslie bowed and bowed again, and Lucky Ainslie
curtseyed, in concert, a dozen of times, so well as their corpulent
figures would permit.
"How dost thou, stout Adam?" said the Earl, merrily, as he took
his seat at the highest part of the chamber board. "Save us! but this
meat smelleth savourily, and my evening ride hath given me a wolfs
appetite. By the rood I mine host—(pest upon these old oaths of
papistry, but how they stick to one's fancy!)—thou wearest noble
hosen," continued the Earl, jocosely, as, with his walking-cane, he
poked Adam's preposterously bombasted trunk-breeches. "Dost thou
know that the Lord Bothwell and other gallants aver, that thy
gudewife keepeth all her bed and table napery stuffed into them?"
"Your lordship is pleased to be merry," simpered Dame Ainslie,
placing stools for the Earl's jackmen, who came crowding in with all
their iron paraphernalia clanking, and dimmed with summer dust; and
a terrible clatter they made with their long spurs, gigantic boots and
gambadoes, long swords and jeddard staves, as they took all the best
places at the hearth and table, hustling into the background the
countryman and his two companions.
Awakened by the uproar of their entrance, Anna clung fearfully to
Konrad's arm; and he remarked that their new acquaintance kept as
much as possible in the background, and wore his grey plaid high up
on his weatherbeaten visage.
"Hast thou no city news, Master Adam?" said the Earl. "Thou
knowest that one might as well bide at the bottom of a draw-well as
in that lonely tower of Dalkeith. How stand the markets? and how like
our burghers their new provost, the stout knight of Craigmillar?"
"By my troth, Lord Earl, there is a southland yeoman ben there
who ought to ken mair of market stock than I. The queen's byding at
Lithgow makes the toun dull and eerie; for the second spiering, I may
say auld Sir Simon is liket right well, for he sheweth small mercy to
mass-priest and papist; gif they be found within the Fortes, they dree
a douking in the Nor' Loch for the first offence, and a clean drowning
in Bonnington Linn for the second. His riders had a lang chase nae
farther gane than yesterday, frae Wardie peel to the Braid's burn,
after a mass-priest, Sir James Tarbet, who had been found lamenting
over his broken idols in the chapel of St. James by the sea; but I
grieve that they failed to catch him."
"Beware thee, Adam!" said the knight of Whittinghame, "or thou
mayest get a broken head for broaching such free opinions in an
hostellary. The head of antichrist is still floating above the current of
public opinion."
"Hath Monsieur de Rambouillet, the new French ambassador,
arrived?" asked the laird of Spott.
"He landed yesterday at the New Haven from Monsieur de
Villaignon's galley; and, preceded by the heralds and bailies of the
town, was conducted to Willie Cant's hostel in the Kirkgate of Leith,
close by St. Anthony's gate."
"I marvel mickle that he came not to thee, good Adam."
"I marvel mair," added the host, testily; "for there is no an hostel
in a' broad Scotland, and that's a wide word, where there is better
uppitting baith for man and beast than the Red Lion; beside, 'tis a
clean insult to the gude toun his lying at a Leither's hostel; but I owe
this to a leather-selling bailie in Niddry's Wind, who I outvoted in the
council anent the double and single-soled shoon, that made sic a stir
among the craftsmen. Ken ye, my Lord Earl, on whatna errand
Maister Rambooly hath come hither?"
"Some new popish league, I warrant," said the laird of Spott,
curling his grisly beard. "'Tis said that the Hugonets, jealous of such a
body of Switzers being marched into the Isle of France, are resolving
upon open war."
"Thou mistakest, Spott," replied the Earl, with a dark frown. "Gif
the best man in France came hither on any such devil's errand, I
would slit his tongue with my own dagger. He hath come from Charles
IX., to bestow on King Henry the collar of St. Michael the archangel.
Her majesty comes from Linlithgow in three days, and we shall have
the ceremony of installation at Holyrood thereafter."
"She will be here in three days, the Queen—hearest thou, Anna?"
whispered Konrad. She pressed his hand in reply, and drooped her
head upon his shoulder; and the heart of Konrad sickened at the
reflection, that the action was prompted only by the abandonment of
despair.
"St. Michael's collar!" continued the laird of Spott; "the king
should kneel on Rizzio's gravestone at this notable investment. Doth it
not smell of popery and brimstone?"
"So the godly Maister Knox openly affirmit in a sermon preached
this blessed day," said dame Ainslie, turning up her saucer-like eyes at
the soul-stirring recollection thereof; "preached—ay, in the High Kirk,
(named St. Giles by the idolaters,) and he advisit the crafts to hurl the
stanes of the street upon Rambooly, as the son of anti-christ."
"Master Knox should beware, and bethink him that the persons of
ambassadors are sacred," replied the Earl; "but on what other points
did he touch in his notable discourse to-day?"
"Oh! he spoke in a way whilk was rapturous and soul-feeding to
hear, anent the abomination of singing idolatrous carols at Yule-tide,
the great sin of singing ought but psalms, and of all loud laughter and
ungodly merriment, whilk becometh not poor sinners like us, in the
slough of despondency. He railed at the Queen and the Lord Darnley
—the one for her obstinate papistrie, and the other for his wicked life
—and then he spoke o' the reiving bordermen in general, and John o'
Park in particular, on whom he fulminated a' the curses that ever were
crammed into a cardinal's excommunication, as being the strongest
and most desperate thief in a' the south country, since puir John o'
Gilnokie dree'd his dreich penance from King James."
 "Said he aught of the Lord Bothwell?"
"Yea, my lord—that he had taken a hawk from an ill nest."
"Meaning his espousal of a popish woman of the house of
Huntly," said Morton. "Well, said he aught of me?"
"Nay, my lord—Heaven forefend! Art thou not one of his boon
and steadfast friends?"
"Right—he would not talk of me," replied the fierce noble, with
one of his deep smiles; and striking his walking-cane on the floor, an
involuntary custom of his, added, "Well, then, master hosteller, let us
to supper, for I am ravenous as a hawk, and this noble baron of beef
seemeth done to a single turn. If this strange gentleman will so far
favour me as to deign"——
"Excuse me, Lord Earl, but I have already supped," replied
Konrad, bowing with the distant air of one who wishes to be
undisturbed and unrecognised. Morton's pride and curiosity were
piqued.
"Thou art English, I think, by the fashion of thy beard, and,
doubtless, hast a passport from the marshal of Berwick. I will pardon
the bluntness with which thou declinest my courtesy, and will add,
that thou mayest find the shadow of my banner a good protection, if
the quarrels between the dainty queens of these realms end in blows;
for our little dame looks sourly upon thine, deeming her little else
than a false bastard and base usurper."
"Thou art mistaken, Lord Earl. I am not an Englishman."
"Then what manner of man art thou, fair sir? thou seest I have a
restless curiosity. A stranger?"
"At thy service, noble lord. I understand thou art the great Earl of
Morton—the foe of my foe."
 "At the Scottish court each man is foe to every one else. I am, in
fact, a little Earl compared with such a tall fellow as Bothwell. But I
may easily be the foe of thy foe, seeing that the half of broad
Scotland would readily drench my doublet in Douglas blood, gif they
could; but," he added with hauteur, "who is thy foe?"
"James Hepburn, Earl of Bothwell!" replied Konrad in the same
manner, for he was displeased by the peculiar accentuation.
"Hah! is it so? Thou art a bold fellow to mention that name
otherwise than in a whisper, for it findeth an echo every where now.
Knowest thou not," he added, with a glance of ferocious scorn, "that
the white horse of Hepburn is now bidding fair to swallow the
crowned heart of Douglas? I ask not the cause of thine enmity to this
man, but if thou wishest an opportunity of seeing him in his helmet,
follow my banner for one month or so; for I tell thee that the heather
is smouldering on our Scottish hills, and erelong 'twill burst into a red
and furious flame."
"Excuse me, potent Earl," replied Konrad, for at that moment the
countryman plucked him anxiously by the sleeve; "excuse me, for I
am in some sort pledged to another."
"Please thyself, a-God's name! and now let us to supper."

CHAPTER VII.
MORTON TURNS PHILANTHROPIST.

"Blessed be the Lord for all his gifts;

Defied the deil and all his shifts;
 God send us mair siller—amen!"

Such was the grace, which, with half mockery and half gravity, the
Earl of Morton, who acted the rigid presbyter and stern reformer
merely when it suited his own fancy or peculiar ends, commenced the
repast which Adam Ainslie's pantryman had arranged upon the long
oak chamber-board, as a table was then named.
The upper end was covered by a cloth of damask, flowered with
red silk; the lower was bare; the guests of rank were furnished with
knives and spoons of silver, with glasses of Venetian crystal, delft
platters, and pewter trenchers. The lower had only wooden caups and
luggies—quaighs and spoons of horn—the great saltseller forming the
grand point of demarcation between the two classes of society who
were to partake of the same meal, at the same board, in the kindly
fashion of other years. The Earl and his gentlemen sat above; their
rough-visaged troopers, unhelmeted, but still wearing their corselets
and gorgets, swords and gambadoes, sat below it, closely, side by
side, on buffet stools and wooden benches.
They were accommodated with porridge and luggies of sour-milk;
a handful of prunes thrown into each platter, with cheese and cakes of
mashlum, (flower made of ground peas and barley,) and horns of ale,
formed their evening fare; but the savoury baron of beef, a pasty of
powts, (or muirfowl,) a pudding of plumbs and spices, with flasks of
choice Canary, Rochelle, and Bordeaux, at only sixpence or ninepence
Scots the pint, garnished the upper end; and to this early supper, for
which our late dinners are now a substitute, this jovial company sat
down, just as the four old bells of St. Giles rang the hour of nine.
 "'Tis savoury meat this, Mistress Ainslie," said the Earl; "and it
well deserved a better blessing."
"Whence hadst thou it, lucky?" asked the Knight of
Whittinghame, a grim and bearded man; "for here is what I would call
the prick of a lance."
"A true Border mark, by Mahoud!" added Hume of Spott.
"Ye say true, sirs; it may be a gore-mark," replied Dame Ainslie,
curtseying; "for ken ye, the beast was the best of a drove of four
hundred, lifted in Nichol forest by John of Park, whose riders sauld it
to my gudeman in the fleshmercat."
"English fed, by the rood!" said the bearded knight, cutting down
another slice. "Here is another goad-mark! I warrant me, John's
prickers had been sorely pressed by the English captain of Bewcastle,
or the lances of the Wardenrie."
"These wild powts are right tasty, host of mine," said the Earl;
"whence come they?"
"From the muirlands about the toun, my lord. They are thick as
locusts on the braes of the Nor' Loch and Wardie muir. One crossbow
shot brings down two at once in the feeding time."
From a nook, in which she had hitherto sat unseen, Anna had
surveyed, with a terror which she could scarcely repress, the number
of armed men who crowded the apartment. There was a reckless,
daredevil aspect about them all; their armour was rusty, and their
other attire well worn; in grisly profusion, their beards and whiskers
fringed their weatherbeaten faces, which were all more or less
stamped with ruffianism; for Morton, notwithstanding the placid
suavity of his manner, was as oily a ruffian as ever drew a dagger—
and, instead of his rural vassals, he generally preferred to be attended
by a band of paid "wageours," as those military desperadoes were
named, who swarmed throughout Scotland after the wars between
the Congregation and Mary of Lorraine had ceased.
"Konrad," said she, tremblingly, as she clung to his arm; "let us
leave this place"——
"For whence?—the wayside?—to be exposed to the midnight
dew, and wild animals, perhaps?"
"Surely any place is preferable to this. The faces of these men
terrify me!"
Ere Konrad could reply, the Earl of Morton, who had acute ears
for such matters, on hearing the soft voice of a woman, bent his keen
dark eyes towards where Anna was shrinking into the shadow, formed
by a projection of the wall. He divined her sex in an instant; but with
his usual cunning concealed this discovery.
"'Tis a pretty lad, this, sir stranger!" said he to Konrad, kindly. "Is
he thy page, or thy brother; for he cannot be thy son?"
Konrad hesitated a moment, and then replied—
"My brother, noble lord! as thou perhaps mayest see by our
resemblance. We have the same fair hair, and the same light eyes."
"Thou art come hither, thou saidst, to bear a lance in some
knight's train. Dost design thy sickly brother for such rough work?"
"Not at present, my lord. He has been over-tenderly nurtured for
saddling horses and scouring armour. I would rather leave him to bear
the fardingale of some noble lady, could I meet with such, while I
push my fortune in the camp."
"So far I may have it in my power to befriend thee," rejoined the
cunning Earl, with a sly wink at his two companions. "Come hither, my
boy, and let me see thee?"
Thus commanded by this terrible peer, Anna felt herself impelled
to obey; and she approached the Earl, whose long beard appalled,
while his keen dark eyes seemed to penetrate, the most secret
thoughts of her palpitating heart. He took her by the hand; and one
glance at its fair soft fingers and beautiful form, together with the
pallor of her changing cheek, and the timidity of her downcast face,
convinced him that a very bewitching woman was concealed under
that boy's plain doublet and mantle.
"That will do, boy—seat thyself," said he, lest his companions, the
dissolute lairds of Spott and Whittinghame, might make the same
discovery. Morton formed his plan in a moment, and resolved by open
force, if not by secret fraud—a course he usually preferred—to obtain
possession of this fair foreigner. He again addressed Konrad.
"Thou knowest me, fair sir—I believe?"
"Yes, noble sir, to be the most powerful of the Scottish peers."
"After the great Earl of Bothwell," said Morton, with mock
humility. "I will place thy brother in the service of a noble lady
connected with the court, where he will be daily in the presence of
her Majesty the Queen, if thou wilt trust me so far."
"Lord Earl, I cannot find words to thank thee!" replied Konrad,
touched to the soul by this sudden kindness.
"Pest!" said Spott, "his fortune will be made. Thou knowest our
queen's partiality for strangers and outlandish people."
"Earl Morton, were I not pledged to another, (and I never break
my work even to the most humble,) thy standard alone would I
follow, to requite with my sword"——
"And to whose pennon art thou pledged?"
Here the peasant plucked Konrad by the mantle, and whispered,
—"Say John of Park, and they will hang thee from that rooftree!" but
Konrad was relieved from the dilemma by Douglas of Whittinghame
exclaiming with a hoarse laugh—
 "Ha! ha! here is James of Morton, the lord of the lion's den,
turning philanthropist! ha! ha! ha!"
"Can thy brother not speak for himself?" said the Earl.
"The boy is timid and bashful."
"The women will soon teach him impudence."
"Excuse him, noble sir"——
"Say I am thankful," whispered Anna in a broken voice, while her
tears fell fast; "for though grieved to the heart at parting from thee,
dear Konrad, the protection of one of my own sex is so necessary,
that—and then to be near the queen, that she may hear my mournful
story! O! what will I not risk? Yes—yes! to this great lord say that I
thank him from my inmost soul, and will accept his generous offer."
"And what, may I ask, is the name of the noble lady who is to
receive this boy as a gift?" asked Konrad, after he had complied with
Anna's desire.
"The Dame Alison Craig," replied the Earl. "She dwells close bye
here, a few doors up the wynd, in a house that was once a convent,
but is now adapted to more useful purposes. It hath been reformed—
ha! ha! She is a lady of fair repute, and keepeth open house for the
rich. By my beard! I know not what would become of Messieurs the
ambassadors of France, Spain, and Savoy, and all the gay chevaliers
and signiors of their suites, in this gloomy city of psalms and
sermonizing, but for Dame Alison's suppers and balls."
Though Konrad did not understand this speech, he partly
detected the sly expression of eye with which it was accompanied;
but, in his Scandinavian simplicity and honesty of heart, he never
imagined it was an infamous courtesan the treacherous Earl was
praising; and, pleased with the hope that Anna would so easily obtain
access to the queen's presence, he once more thanked him, briefly
and sincerely, and, after the grace-cup had been handed round by the
hostess, the guests prepared for repose.
The Earl and his gentlemen were conducted to chambers in the
upper regions of the lofty hostell, the host marshalling the way with a
flambeau; but their jackmen lay on the hearth, on the benches, and
under the hall tables, with their steel caps for pillows, and their
swords and axes beside them.
Touched with the melancholy that was impressed on Konrad's
handsome face, and with the singular beauty of the seeming boy who
accompanied him, the hostess offered the brothers, as she deemed
them, "a snug box-bed in the guest row, bein and cosy, gif they would
accept of it—nae difference to be made in the lawing."
Though Anna understood little of the Scottish woman's language,
with quick perception she divined, by Konrad's confused expression,
the nature of the invitation, and a blush burned on her face. He
hastened to remove it, by hurriedly declining; and, wrapped up in
their mantles, they took their repose on the wooden benches as well
as their sad thoughts would permit them; while coiled up in his grey
maud, with a hand on his poniard and his bonnet drawn over his face,
their first acquaintance, the countryman, lay snoring melodiously
beside them, with his red-eyed terrier keeping watch and ward by his
side.

CHAPTER VIII.
JOHN OF PARK.
 "He blythely blew his silver call,
And, ere the echoes slept,
One hundred archers, stout and tall,
Appealed on right and left.
These are my body guard, fair sir:
Should fortune prove unkind,
Or foes our haunts invade, there are
Full fifty more behind."
Ballad.

Grey morning was breaking, and its light struggled through the barred
windows of the hostellary, edging with cold lustre and bringing into
bold relief the harsh and fierce features, the muscular figures, and
uncouth accoutrements of Morton's bearded troopers. They were still
sleeping on the hard oak planks when the peasant stirred Konrad, and
whispered—
"Fair sir, I am about to depart. If thou art still in the mood to
follow John of Park to battle and foray against Bothwell—arise, and
come forth!"
"I am ready," replied Konrad, feeling for the purse that hung at
his girdle.
"Nay, nay, heed not the lawing! I will settle with our host's
yeoman of the pantry, and thou canst do me service another time.
Come softly forth; for I wish not to disturb these bloodhounds of the
house of Morton."
Rising gently, the young man clasped on his steel cap, and gave a
glance full of sorrow and anguish at Anna's fair and sleeping face,
over which he drew the skirt of her mantle; and, praying that Heaven
might take her under its peculiar care, hurried away.
"'Tis better—oh yes!—'tis better," thought he. "She is now under
more powerful protection than I could afford her; and, in the whirl of
war and strife, I may (for a time at least) forget that hopeless passion
which her presence is turning into madness."
While his new friend, and one of the drowsy servitors, whom he
had roused from his snug nest among the hay in the loft above the
stables, were removing the ponderous wooden bar of the pend or
archway, Konrad felt a hand laid lightly on his arm; he turned, and
met Anna's tearful eyes fixed sorrowfully and pleadingly on his.
"Wouldst thou really go without bidding me one kind adieu?" she
said tenderly, in the language of their native land.
"I deemed it better, Anna. Partings are ever painful, and I hoped
to see thee soon again."
"My heart is oppressed by fears and misgivings"——
"Let them cease, I pray thee; but oh! above all things, carefully
preserve thy disguise. Remain with this noble; he is great and
powerful, and in his train, three days hence will doubtless find thee in
the presence of the Scottish Queen. Once there, thou art safe. Throw
thyself at her feet, and there pour out thy tears and thy sorrows
together. Mary of Scotland, say the people of every land save her
own, is good and gentle, pious, compassionate, and kind. Thou art
sure to triumph. Farewell, Anna! may our blessed Lady, whose
intercession is never sought in vain, protect and bless thee!"
"Thou wilt come and see me sometimes, Konrad—at court, I
mean; for surely I must remain there after my story is heard!"
"And forget old Norway?" said Konrad, with a sad smile.
 "Gammle Norgé!" reiterated Anna; "ah, never! but I would wish
that some great lady, fair, beautiful, and rich, should see thee, and
love thee, and, and"——
"What?"
"Make amends for the worthless heart thou hast lost."
"Never, Anna!" responded the young man in a troubled voice,
while he regarded her with a gaze of love as deep as in the days of
yore. "That can never be—Konrad's die is cast;" and, kissing her
hands, he sprang through the archway, and, with his mind in a tumult
of confusion, hurried after his guide.
A sense of sadness, desolation, and doubt, were ever uppermost
in his thoughts, and absorbed all his faculties.
There were none stirring in the city at that early hour; the streets
were silent and deserted; and grimly in the grey morning the grated
windows of its lofty mansions, tall, and strong, and spectral, with their
turnpike towers, crow-stepped gables and Flemish roofs, frowned over
the narrow way.
"What time of the morning is it, thinkest thou, for I never could
afford me a pocket-dial?" said the peasant, as they descended St.
Mary's Wynd.
"About two hours of matin-prime yet."
"Matin-prime hath not rung for these ten years and more from
the steeples of Edinburgh," replied the other, with a dark look; "but
please God a day shall come, when all the services of our blessed
church, the sexte and *none, the vesper and nocturnal, shall toll from
every steeple in broad Scotland."
"Shall we meet John of Park in the city?"
"Marry, come up! thinkest thou he values his poor head so lightly
that he trusts it there? Though of a sooth to say, 'tis worth more than
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