[The Antiquary by Sir Walter Scott]@TWC D-Link bookThe Antiquary CHAPTER THIRD 6/9
Still, being accustomed to act as a leader on such occasions, he felt humiliated at feeling himself in the situation of a vulture marshalled to his prey by a carrion-crow.--"Let me, however, hear this story to an end," thought Dousterswivel, "and it will be hard if I do not make mine account in it better as Maister Edie Ochiltrees makes proposes." The adept, thus transformed into a pupil from a teacher of the mystic art, followed Ochiltree in passive acquiescence to the Prior's Oak--a spot, as the reader may remember, at a short distance from the ruins, where the German sat down, and silence waited the old man's communication. "Maister Dustandsnivel," said the narrator, "it's an unco while since I heard this business treated anent;--for the lairds of Knockwinnock, neither Sir Arthur, nor his father, nor his grandfather--and I mind a wee bit about them a'-- liked to hear it spoken about; nor they dinna like it yet--But nae matter; ye may be sure it was clattered about in the kitchen, like onything else in a great house, though it were forbidden in the ha'-- and sae I hae heard the circumstance rehearsed by auld servants in the family; and in thir present days, when things o' that auld-warld sort arena keepit in mind round winter fire-sides as they used to be, I question if there's onybody in the country can tell the tale but mysell--aye out-taken the laird though, for there's a parchment book about it, as I have heard, in the charter-room at Knockwinnock Castle." "Well, all dat is vary well--but get you on with your stories, mine goot friend," said Dousterswivel. "Aweel, ye see," continued the mendicant, "this was a job in the auld times o' rugging and riving through the hale country, when it was ilka ane for himsell, and God for us a'-- when nae man wanted property if he had strength to take it, or had it langer than he had power to keep it. It was just he ower her, and she ower him, whichever could win upmost, a' through the east country here, and nae doubt through the rest o' Scotland in the self and same manner. "Sae in these days Sir Richard Wardour came into the land, and that was the first o' the name ever was in this country.
There's been mony o' them sin' syne; and the maist, like him they ca'd Hell-in-Harness, and the rest o' them, are sleeping down in yon ruins.
They were a proud dour set o' men, but unco brave, and aye stood up for the weel o' the country, God sain them a'-- there's no muckle popery in that wish.
They ca'd them the Norman Wardours, though they cam frae the south to this country.
So this Sir Richard, that they ca'd Red-hand, drew up wi' the auld Knockwinnock o' that day--for then they were Knockwinnocks of that Ilk--and wad fain marry his only daughter, that was to have the castle and the land.
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