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The Scottish Chiefs

Chapter 8. Bothwell Chapel

Word Count: 2140    |    Released on: 17/11/2017

f Mar was carried from his chamber, and laid on a couch in the state apartment. His lady had not yet left the room of hi

with his family into the Highlands, and there await the issue of the contest. "It is too late to retreat, dear madam," continued she; "the first blow against the public

most of our barons sworn fealty to him? and are not the potent families of the Cummin, the Soulis, and the March, all in his interest? You may perhaps say, that most of these are my relations, and that I may turn them which way I will; but if

at our country; God's gift of freedom is stamped upon it. Our mountains are his seal. Plains are the proper territories of tyranny; there the armies of a usurper may extend themselves with ease; leaving no corner unoccupied in which patriotism might shelter or treason hide. But mountains, glens, morasses, lakes, set bounds to conquest; and amidst

ld feel when all her generous wishes should be fulfilled; and pressing the now completed banner to her breast, with an e

my own powerless sex; had it been otherwise, your rash-headed diso

, I would obey you in all things consistent with my duty to a higher power; but when that com

l a higher duty than that of a child t

relinquishing of duty to you, should my father leave you to take up arms in the assertion of his country's rights. Her rights a

n? Not your heart, for it would star

liver his preserver, I, too, might be content to see Scotland in slavery. But now, to wish my father to shrink behind the excuse of far-strained family duties, and

him. My husband, his vassals, your cousin, and, in short, the sequestration of the estates of Mar and Bothwell, are all to be put to the hazard o

dy Mar, springs from us. That death is the preferable comforter of his sorrows, also, he owes to us; for was it not for my father's sake that his wife fell, and that h

rom her seat. "My saints are perhaps nearer than yours, and before the close of this d

u never disap

he hour in which I complied with the entreaties of Sir Richard Maitland, and permitted you and your sister to remain at Thirlestane, to imbibe these romantic ideas fro

poet and a sage, and believed by his contemporaries to be a prophet. He was born at Ercildown, a village on

bella, in the quiet of Thirlestane, has no chance of giving you the offense that I do; and I am forced to offend you, because I cannot disobey my conscience." A tear stood in the eye of Lady Helen. "Cannot yo

, or with the appeal to the memory of the first Lady Mar, the countess relaxed the frigid air she had assumed, and kissing her, with

hich her father had endowed her the night before, she wrapped herself in her mantle, and, attended by her page, proceeded to the armory. The a

e best suit of armor in his custod

len admired its strength and beauty. "It is the richest in all Scotland

tion. Bring it, with its helme

d by the page carrying the lighter part

meant should adorn her present. Thus time flew, till the sand-glass told her it was the eighth hour. But ere she had finished her task, sh

o thrillingly awful. Her head fell on the armor and scarf. "Sweet lady," sighed she to herself, "who is it that dares thus invade thy duties? But my gratitude-gratitude to the once-loved lord, will not offend thy

by owning the truth. He now told her, that the body of the deceased lady was deposited in the chapel of the castle; and

elf; and then re-entering, covered with a black

her to approve their services. Helen drew near-she bowed to the priests. One of the women put her hand on the pall, to uncover the once lovely face of the murdered Marion. Lady Helen hastily resisted the woman's motion, by laying her hand also upon the pall. The chill of death struck through the velvet to her touch. She turned pale; and waving her hand to the prior to begin, the bier was lowered

his mistress. With faint cries, he gave way to the woe that shook his aged bosom, and called on death to lay him low with her. The women of Lady Helen again chanted forth

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1 Chapter 1. Scotland2 Chapter 2. Lanark3 Chapter 3. Ellerslie4 Chapter 4. Corie Lynn5 Chapter 5. Lanark Castle6 Chapter 6. Cartlane Craigs7 Chapter 7. Bothwell Castle8 Chapter 8. Bothwell Chapel9 Chapter 9. Bothwell Dungeons10 Chapter 10. St. Fillan's11 Chapter 11. The Chapter House12 Chapter 12. Drumshargard13 Chapter 13. Banks of the Clyde14 Chapter 14. The Pentland Hills15 Chapter 15. The Hut16 Chapter 16. The Glen of Stones17 Chapter 17. The Hermit's Cell18 Chapter 18. Cartlane Craigs, and Glenfinlass19 Chapter 19. Craignacoheilg20 Chapter 20. The Cliffs of Loch Lubnaig21 Chapter 21. Loch Lomond22 Chapter 22. Dumbarton Rock23 Chapter 23. The Fortress24 Chapter 24. The Great Tower25 Chapter 25. The Citadel26 Chapter 26. Renfrewshire27 Chapter 27. The Frith of Clyde28 Chapter 28. Isle of Bute29 Chapter 29. The Barns of Ayr30 Chapter 30. The Barns of Ayr31 Chapter 31. Berwick and the Tweed32 Chapter 32. Stirling33 Chapter 33. Cambus–Kenneth34 Chapter 34. Stirling Castle35 Chapter 35. Stirling Citadel36 Chapter 36. The Carse of Stirling37 Chapter 37. Snawdoun Palace38 Chapter 38. The Bower, or Ladies' Apartment39 Chapter 39. Stirling Castle and Council Hall40 Chapter 40. The Governor's Apartments41 Chapter 41. The State Prison42 Chapter 42. Chapel in Snawdoun43 Chapter 43. The Carse of Stirling44 Chapter 44. The Cheviots45 Chapter 45. Lochmaben Castle46 Chapter 46. Lammington47 Chapter 47. Lammington48 Chapter 48. Loch Awe49 Chapter 49. Stanmore50 Chapter 50. Stirling51 Chapter 51. Stirling and Snawdoun52 Chapter 52. Banks of the Forth53 Chapter 53. Falkirk54 Chapter 54. Carron Banks55 Chapter 55. Church of Falkirk56 Chapter 56. The Monastery57 Chapter 57. Durham58 Chapter 58. The Bishop's Palace59 Chapter 59. The Round Tower60 Chapter 60. Gallic Seas61 Chapter 61. Normandy62 Chapter 62. The Widow's Cell63 Chapter 63. Chateau Galliard64 Chapter 64. Forest of Vincennes65 Chapter 65. Paris66 Chapter 66. The Louvre67 Chapter 67. Scotland68 Chapter 68. Roslyn69 Chapter 69. Roslyn Castle70 Chapter 70. Berwick71 Chapter 71. The Camp72 Chapter 72. Stirling Castle73 Chapter 73. Ballochgeich74 Chapter 74. Arthur's Seat75 Chapter 75. Dalkeith76 Chapter 76. Hawthorndean77 Chapter 77. Wallace's Tent78 Chapter 78. Banks of the Eske79 Chapter 79. Lumloch80 Chapter 80. Huntingtower81 Chapter 81. The Thames82 Chapter 82. The Tower of London83 Chapter 83. The State Dungeon84 Chapter 84. Tower Hill85 Chapter 85. The Warden's Apartments86 Chapter 86. Highgate87 Chapter 87. Scotland - Dumfries88 Chapter 88. Stirling89 Chapter 89. Bannockburn90 Appendix