But poor Macwheeble, who, with a sword stuck across him, and a white cockade as large as a pancake, now figured in the character of a commissary, being overturned in the bustle occasioned by the troopers hastening to get themselves in order in the Prince's presence, before he could rally his galloway, slunk to the rear amid the unrestrained laughter of the spectators.
``Eh bien, Messieurs, wheel to de right---Ah! dat is it!---Eh, Monsieur de Bradwardine, ayez la bont<e'> de vous mettre la t<e^>te de votre r<e'>giment, car, par Dieu, je n'en puis plus!''
The Baron of Bradwardine was obliged to go to the assistance of Monsieur do Beaujeu, after he had fairly expended his few English military phrases.One purpose of the Chevalier was thus answered.The other he proposed was, that in the eagerness to hear and comprehend commands issued through such an indistinct medium in his own presence, the thoughts of the soldiers in both corps might get a current different from the angry channel in which they were flowing at the time.
Charles Edward was no sooner left with the Chieftain and Waverley, the rest of his attendants being at some distance, than he said, ``If I owed less to your disinterested friendship, I could be most seriously angry with both of you for this very extraordinary and causeless broil, at a moment when my father's service so decidedly demands the most perfect unanimity.But the worst of my situation is, that my very best friends hold they have liberty to ruin themselves, as well as the cause they are engaged in, upon the slightest caprice.''
Both the young men protested their resolution to submit every difference to his arbitration.``Indeed,'' said Edward, ``I hardly know of what I am accused.I sought Colonel Mac-Ivor merely to mention to him that I had narrowly escaped assassination at the hand of his immediate dependent---a dastardly revenge, which I knew him to be incapable of authorising.As to the cause for which he is disposed to fasten a quarrel upon me, I am ignorant of it, unless it be that he accuses me, most unjustly, of having engaged the affections of a young lady in prejudice of his pretensions.''
``If there is an error,'' said the Chieftain, ``it arises from a conversation which I held this morning with his Royal Highness himself.''
``With me?'' said the Chevalier; ``how can Colonel Mac-Ivor have so far misunderstood me?''
He then led Fergus wide, and, after five minutes' earnest conversation, spurred his horse towards Edward.``Is it possible---nay, ride up, Colonel, for I desire no secrets---Is it possible, Mr.
Waverley, that I am mistaken in supposing that you are an accepted lover of Miss Bradwardine?---a fact of which I was by circumstances, though not by communication from you, so absolutely convinced, that I alleged it to Vich Ian Vohr this morning as a reason why, without offence to him, you might not continue to be ambitious of an alliance, which to an unengaged person, even though once repulsed, holds out too many charms to be lightly laid aside.''
``Your Royal Highness,'' said Waverley, ``must have founded on circumstances altogether unknown to me, when you did me the distinguished honour of supposing me an accepted lover of Miss Bradwardine.I feel the distinction implied in the supposition, but I have no title to it.For the rest, my confidence in my own merits is too justly slight to admit of my hoping for success in any quarter after positive rejection.''
The Chevalier was silent for a moment, looking steadily at them both, and then said, ``Upon my word, Mr.Waverley, you are a less happy man than I conceived I had very good reason to believe you.---But now, gentlemen, allow me to be umpire in this matter, not as Prince Regent, but as Charles Stuart, a brother adventurer with you in the same gallant cause.Lay my pretensions to be obeyed by you entirely out of view, and consider your own honour, and how far it is well, or becoming, to give our enemies the advantage, and our friends the scandal, of showing that, few as we are, we are not united.
And forgive me if I add, that the names of the ladies who have been mentioned, crave more respect from us all than to be made themes of discord.''
He took Fergus a little apart, and spoke to him very earnestly for two or three minutes, and then returning to Waverley, said, ``I believe I have satisfied Colonel Mac-Ivor that his resentment was founded upon a misconception, to which, indeed, I myself gave rise; and I trust Mr.Waverley is too generous to harbour any recollection of what is past, when I assure him that such is the case.---You must state this matter properly to your clan, Vich Ian Vohr, to prevent a recurrence of their precipitate violence.'' Fergus bowed.``And now, gentlemen, let me have the pleasure to see you shake hands.''
They advanced coldly, and with measured steps, each apparently reluctant to appear most forward in concession.They did, however, shake hands, and parted, taking a respectful leave of the Chevalier.
Charles Edward<*> then rode to the head of the Mac-Ivors, * Note Z.Prince Charles Edward.<! p364>
threw himself from his horse, begged a drink out of old Ballenkeiroch's canteen, and marched about half-amile along with them, inquiring into the history and connexions of Sliochd nan Ivor, adroitly using the few words of Gaelic he possessed, and affecting a great desire to learn it more thoroughly.He then mounted his horse once more, and galloped to the Baron's cavalry, which was in front; halted them, and examined their accoutrements and state of discipline;took notice of the principal gentlemen, and even of the cadets;inquired after their ladies, and commanded their horses;---rode about an hour with the Baron of Bradwardine, and endured three long stories about Field-Marshal the Duke of Berwick.
``Ah, Beaujeu, mon cher ami,'' said he as he returned to his usual place in the line of march, ``que mon m<e'>tier de prince errant est ennuyant, par fois.Mais, courage! c'est le grand jeu, apr<e`>s tout.''