on entering the castle archie was at once conducted to a sort of cage which had been constructed for a previous prisoner. on the outside of a small cell a framework of stout beams had been erected. it was seven feet in height, six feet wide, and three feet deep. the bars were four inches round, and six inches apart. there was a door leading into the cell behind. this was closed in the daytime, so that the prisoner remained in the cage in sight of passersby, but at night the governor, who was a humane man, allowed the door to remain unlocked, so that the prisoner could enter the inner cell and lie down there.
the position of the cage was about twenty-five feet above the moat. the moat itself was some forty feet wide, and a public path ran along the other side, and people passing here had a full view of the prisoner. there were still many of scottish birth in the town in spite of the efforts which edward had made to convert it into a complete english colony, and although the english were in the majority, archie was subject to but little insult or annoyance. although for the present in english possession, berwick had always been a scotch town, and might yet again from the fortune of war fall into scottish hands. therefore even those most hostile to them felt that it would be prudent to restrain from any demonstrations against the scottish prisoners, since in the event of the city again changing hands a bloody retaliation might be dealt them. occasionally a passing boy would shout out an epithet of contempt or hatred or throw a stone at the prisoner, but such trifles were unheeded by him. more often men or women passing would stop and gaze up at him with pitying looks, and would go away wiping their eyes.
archie, after the first careful examination of his cell, at once abandoned any idea of escape from it. the massive bars would have defied the strength of twenty men, and he had no instrument of any sort with which he could cut them. there was, he felt, nothing before him but death; and although he feared this little for himself, he felt sad indeed as he thought of the grief of marjory and his mother.
the days passed slowly. five had gone without an incident, and but two remained, for he knew that there was no chance of any change in the sentence which edward had passed, even were his son more disposed than he toward merciful measures to the scots, which archie had no warrant for supposing. the new king's time would be too closely engaged in the affairs entailed by his accession to rank, the arrangement of his father's funeral, and the details of the army advancing against scotland, to give a thought to the prisoner whose fate had been determined by his father.
absorbed in his own thoughts archie seldom looked across the moat, and paid no heed to those who passed or who paused to look at him.
on the afternoon of the fifth day, however, his eye was caught by two women who were gazing up at the cage. it was the immobility of their attitude and the length of time which they continued to gaze at him, which attracted his attention.
in a moment he started violently and almost gave a cry, for in one of them he recognized his wife, marjory. the instant that the women saw that he had observed them they turned away and walked carelessly and slowly along the road. archie could hardly believe that his eyesight had not deceived him. it seemed impossible that marjory, whom he deemed a hundred miles away, in his castle at aberfilly, should be here in the town of berwick, and yet when he thought it over he saw that it might well be so. there was indeed ample time for her to have made the journey two or three times while he had been lying in prison at port patrick awaiting a ship. she would be sure, when the news reached her of his capture, that he would be taken to edward at carlisle, and that he would be either executed there or at berwick. it was then by no means impossible, strange and wondrous as it appeared to him, that marjory should be in berwick.
she was attired in the garment of a peasant woman of the better class, such as the wife of a small crofter or farmer, and remembering how she had saved his life before at dunstaffnage, archie felt that she had come hither to try to rescue him.
archie's heart beat with delight and his eyes filled with tears at the devotion and courage of marjory, and for the first time since he had been hurried into the boat on the night of his capture a feeling of hope entered his breast. momentary as the glance had been which he had obtained of the face of marjory's companion, archie had perceived that it was in some way familiar to him. in vain he recalled the features of the various servants at aberfilly, and those of the wives and daughters of the retainers of the estate; he could not recognize the face of the woman accompanying marjory as belonging to any of them. his wife might, indeed, have brought with her some one from the estates at ayr whom she had known from a child, but in that case archie could not account for his knowledge of her. this, however, did not occupy his mind many minutes; it was assuredly one whom marjory trusted, and that was sufficient for him. then his thoughts turned wholly to his wife.
any one who had noticed the prisoner's demeanor for the last few days would have been struck with the change which had come over it. hitherto he had stood often for hours leaning motionless, with his arms crossed, in the corner of his cage, with head bent down and listless air, his thoughts only being busy; now he paced restlessly up and down his narrow limits, two steps each way and then a turn, like a caged beast; his hands were clenched, his breast heaved, his breath came fast, his head was thrown back, often he brushed his hand across his eyes, and rapid words came from his lips.
the sun sank. an hour later a jailer brought his jug of water and piece of bread, and then, without a word, retired, leaving, as usual, the door into the cell open, but carefully locking and barring the inner door. archie had a longer walk now, from the front of the cage to the back of the cell, and for three hours he paced up and down. sometimes he paused and listened attentively. the sounds in the town gradually died away and all became still, save that he could hear the calls of the warder on the battlement above him. the night was a very dark one and he could scarcely make out the gleam of water in the moat below.
suddenly something struck him a sharp blow on the face and fell at his feet. he stooped and picked it up, it was an arrow with a wad of wool fastened round its point to prevent it from making a noise should it strike the wall or cage; to the other end was attached a piece of string. archie drew it in until he felt that it was held firmly, then after a moment the hold relaxed somewhat, and the string again yielded as he drew it. it was now, he felt, taut from the other side of the moat. presently a stout rope, amply sufficient to bear his weight, came into his hands. at the point of junction was attached some object done up in flannel. this he opened, and found that it was a fine saw and a small bottle containing oil. he fastened the rope securely to one of the bars and at once commenced to saw asunder one of the others. in five minutes two cuts had been noiselessly made, and a portion of the bar five feet long came away. he now tried the rope and found that it was tightly stretched, and evidently fixed to some object on the other side of the moat. he grasped it firmly with his arms and legs and slid rapidly down it.
in another minute he was grasped by some strong arms which checked his rapid progress and enabled him to gain his feet without the slightest noise. as he did so a woman threw her arms round him, and he exchanged a passionate but silent embrace with marjory. then she took his hand and with noiseless steps they proceeded down the road. he had before starting removed his shoes and put them in his pockets. marjory and her companion had also removed their shoes, and even the keenest ears upon the battlements would have heard no sound as they proceeded along the road. fifty yards farther and they were among the houses. here they stopped a minute and put on their shoes, and then continued their way. not a word was spoken until they had traversed several streets and stopped at the door of a house in a quiet lane; it yielded to marjory's touch, she and archie entered, and their follower closed and fastened it after them.
the moment this was done marjory threw her arms round archie's neck with a burst of tears of joy and relief. while archie was soothing her the third person stirred up the embers on the hearth and threw on a handful of dry wood.
"and who is your companion?" archie asked, after the first transports of joy and thankfulness were past.
"what! don't you recognize cluny?" marjory asked, laughing through her tears.
"cluny! of course," archie exclaimed, grasping his follower's hand in his. "i only caught a glimpse of your face and knew that it was familiar to me, but in vain tried to recall its owner. why, cluny, it is a long time since you went dressed as a girl into ayr! and so it is my good friend who had shared my wife's dangers."
"he has done more than that, archie," marjory said, "for it was to him that i owe my first idea of coming here. the moment after the castle was taken and it was found that you had been carried off in a boat by the english, cluny started to tell me the news. your mother and i were beside ourselves with grief, and cluny, to comfort us, said, 'do not despair yet, my lady; my lord shall not be killed by the english if i can prevent it. the master and i have been in a good many dangers, and have always come out of them safe; it shall not be my fault if he does not slip through their hands yet.' 'why, what can you do, cluny?' i said. 'i don't know what i can do yet,' he replied; 'that must depend upon circumstances. my lord is sure to be taken to carlisle, and i shall go south to see if i cannot get him out of prison. i have often gone among the english garrisons disguised as a woman, and no one in carlisle is likely to ask me my business there.' it was plain to me at once that if cluny could go to your aid, so could i, and i at once told him that i should accompany him. cluny raised all sorts of objections, but to these i would not listen, but brought him to my will by saying, that if he thought my being with him would add to his difficulties i would go alone, but that go i certainly would. so without more ado we got these dresses and made south. we had a few narrow escapes of falling into the hands of parties of english, but at last we crossed the frontier and made to carlisle. three days later we heard of your arrival, and the next morning all men were talking about your defiance of the king, and that you had been sent to berwick for execution at the end of the week. so we journeyed hither and got here the day after you arrived. the first step was to find a scotchwoman whom we might trust. this, by great luck, we did, and mary martin, who lives in this house, is a true scotchwoman, and will help us to the extent of her power; she is poor, for her husband, who is an englishman, had for some time been ill, and died but yesterday. he was, by what she says, a hard man and cruel, and his death is no grief to her, and mary will, if she can, return with her daughter to roxburgh, where her relations live, and where she married her husband, who was a soldier in the english garrison there."
"but, marjory," archie said, "have you thought how we are to escape hence; though i am free from the castle i am still within the walls of berwick, and when, tomorrow, they find that i have escaped, they will search every nook and corner of the town. i had best without delay try and make my way over the walls."
"that was the plan cluny and i first thought of," marjory replied; "but owing to the raids of the douglas on the border, so strict a watch is kept on the walls that it would be difficult indeed to pass. cluny has tried a dozen times each night, but the watch is so vigilant that he has each time failed to make his way past them, but has been challenged and has had several arrows discharged at him. the guard at the gates is extremely strict, and all carts that pass in and out are searched. could you have tried to pass before your escape was known you might no doubt have done so in disguise, but the alarm will be given before the gates are open in the morning, and your chance of passing through undetected then would be small indeed. the death of the man martin suggested a plan to me. i have proposed it to his wife, and she has fallen in with it. i have promised her a pension for her life should we succeed, but i believe she would have done it even without reward, for she is a true scotchwoman. when she heard who it was that i was trying to rescue, she said at once she would risk anything to save the life of one of scotland's best and bravest champions; while, on the other hand, she cares not enough for her husband to offer any objection to my plans for the disposal of his body."
"but what are your plans, marjory?"
"all the neighbours know that martin is dead; they believe that cluny is mary's sister and i her niece, and she has told them that she shall return with us to roxburgh. martin was a native of a village four miles hence, and she is going to bury him with his fathers there. now i have proposed to her that martin shall be buried beneath the wood store here, and that you shall take his place in the coffin."
"it is a capital idea, marjory," archie said, "and will assuredly succeed if any plan can do so. the only fear is that the search will be so hot in the morning that the soldiers may even insist upon looking into the coffin."
"we have thought of that," marjory said, "and dare not risk it. we must expect every house to be searched in the morning, and have removed some tiles in the attic. at daybreak you must creep out on the roof, replace the tiles, and remain hidden there until the search is over. martin will be laid in the coffin. thus, even should they lift the lid, no harm will come of it. directly they have gone, cluny will bring you down, and you and he dig the grave in the floor of the woodshed and place martin there, then you will take his place in the coffin, which will be placed in a cart already hired, and cluny, i, mrs. martin, and her daughter will then set out with it."
soon after daybreak the quick strokes of the alarm bell at the castle told the inhabitants of berwick that a prisoner had escaped. archie at once betook himself to his place of concealment on the roof. he replaced the tiles, and cluny carefully obliterated all signs of the place of exit from within. a great hubbub had by this time arisen in the street. trumpets were blowing, and parties of soldiers moving about in all directions. the gates remained unopened, orders being given that none should pass through without a special order from the governor.
the sentries on the wall were doubled, and then a house to house search was commenced, every possible place of concealment being rummaged from basement to attic. presently the searchers entered the lane in which mrs. martin lived. the latch was ere long lifted, and a sergeant and six soldiers burst into the room. the sight which they beheld quieted their first noisy exclamations. four women in deep mourning were kneeling by a rough coffin placed on trestles. one of them gave a faint scream as they entered, and mary martin, rising to her feet, said:
"what means this rough intrusion?"
"it means," the sergeant said, "that a prisoner has escaped from the castle, one archibald forbes, a pestilent scotch traitor. he has been aided by friends from without, and as the sentries were watchful all night, he must be hidden somewhere in the town, and every house is to be searched."
"you can search if you will," the woman said, resuming the position on her knees. "as you see, this is a house of mourning, seeing that my husband is dead, and is today to be buried in his native village, three miles away."
"he won't be buried today," the sergeant said; "for the gates are not to be opened save by a special order from the governor. now, lads," he went on, turning to the men, "search the place from top to bottom, examine all the cupboards and sound the floors, turn over all the wood in the shed, and leave not a single place unsearched where a mouse could be hid."
the soldiers scattered through the house, and were soon heard knocking the scanty furniture about and sounding the floors and walls. at last they returned saying that nothing was to be found.
"and now," the sergeant said, "i must have a look in that coffin. who knows but what the traitor scot may be hid in there!"
mrs. martin leaped to her feet.
"you shall not touch the coffin," she said; "i will not have the remains of my husband disturbed." the sergeant pushed her roughly aside, and with the end of his pike prised up the lid of the coffin, while mrs. martin and the other three mourners screamed lustily and wrung their hands in the greatest grief at this desecration of the dead.
just as the sergeant opened the coffin and satisfied himself that a dead man really lay within, an officer, attracted by the screams, entered the room.
"what is this, sergeant?" he asked angrily. "the orders were to search the house, but none were given you to trouble the inmates."
mrs. martin began volubly to complain of the conduct of the soldiers in wrenching open the coffin.
"it was a necessary duty, my good woman," the officer said, "seeing that a living man might have been carried away instead of a dead one; however, i see all is right."
"oh, kind sir!" mrs. martin said, sobbing, "is it true what this man tells me, that there is no passage through the gates today? i have hired a cart to take away my husband's body; the grave is dug, and the priest will be waiting. kind sir, i pray of you to get me a pass to sally out with it, together with my daughter, sister, and niece."
"very well," the officer said kindly, "i will do as you wish. i shall be seeing the governor presently to make my report to him; and as i have myself seen the dead body can vouch that no ruse is intended. but assuredly no pass will be given for any man to accompany you; and the scot, who is a head and shoulders taller than any of you, would scarcely slip out in a woman's garment. when will the cart be here?"
"at noon," the woman replied.
"very well; an hour before that time a soldier will bring out the pass. now, sergeant, have you searched the rest of the house?"
"yes, sir; thoroughly, and nothing suspicious has been found."
"draw off your men, then, and proceed, with your search elsewhere."
no sooner had the officer and men departed than cluny ran upstairs, and removing two of the tiles, whispered to archie that all was clear. the hole was soon enlarged, and archie re-entering, the pair descended to the woodshed which adjoined the kitchen, and there, with a spade and mattock which cluny had purchased on the preceding day, they set to work to dig a grave. in two hours it was completed. the body of john martin was lowered into it, the earth replaced and trodden down hard, and the wood again piled on to it.
at eleven o'clock a soldier entered with the governor's pass ordering the soldier at the gate to allow a cart with the body of john martin, accompanied by four women, to pass out from the town.
at the appointed time the cart arrived. archie now took his place in the coffin. his face was whitened, and a winding sheet wrapped round him, lest by an evil chance any should insist on again looking into the coffin. then some neighbours came in and assisted in placing the coffin in the cart. the driver took his place beside it, and the four women, with their hoods drawn over their heads, fell in behind it weeping bitterly.
when they arrived at the gate the officer in charge carefully read the order, and then gave the order for the gate to be opened. "but stop," he said, "this pass says nothing about a driver, and though this man in no way resembles the description of the doughty scot, yet as he is not named in the pass i cannot let him pass." there was a moment's pause of consternation, and then cluny said:
"sister mary, i will lead the horse. when all is in readiness, and the priest waits, we cannot turn back on such a slight cause." as the driver of the cart knew mary martin, he offered no objection, and descended from his seat. cluny took the reins, and, walking by the side of the horse's head, led him through the gates as these were opened, the others following behind. as soon as they were through, the gate closed behind them, and they were safely out of the town of berwick.
so long as they were within sight of the walls they proceeded at a slow pace without change of position, and although cluny then quickened the steps of his horse, no other change was made until two miles further they reached a wood. then cluny leapt into the cart and wrenched off the lid of the coffin. it had been but lightly nailed down, and being but roughly made there were plenty of crevices through which the air could pass.
"quick, sir archie!" he said, "let us get this thing out of the cart before any person happen to come along."
the coffin was lifted from the cart, and carried some short distance into the wood. a few vigorous kicks separated the planks which composed it. these were taken and thrust separately among bushes at some little distance from each other. cluny then unrolled the bundle which he had brought from the cart, and handed to archie a suit of clothes fitted for a farmer. these archie quickly put on, then he returned to the cart, which he mounted, and took the reins. the others got up behind him and seated themselves on the straw in the bottom of the cart. then archie gave the horse a smart cut with his whip, and the cart proceeded at a steady trot along the road to the west.
