The Captain of the Guard

AUTHOR OF THE ROMANCE OF WAR, HARRY OGILVIE, OLIVER ELLIS, ETC. ETC.
LONDON: ROUTLEDGE, WARNE, & ROUTLEDGE, FARRINGDON STREET, NEW YORK: 56, WALKER STREET. 1862.
Many of the scenes and episodes which are delineated in the following story are taken from the annals of Scotland.
Those which belong to romance I leave the reader to discover.
My wish has been to portray the state of the nation and its people during the reign of the second James, without afflicting the reader by obsolete words and obscure dialects, which few now care about, and still fewer would comprehend, but following history as closely as the network of my own narrative would permit.
In some of the proceedings of the Douglas family, and minor details, it has suited my purpose to adhere to other sources of information, rather than the Peerage, or the folio of Master David Hume, of Godscroft, the quaint old historian of the House of Douglas.
March, 1862.
God save the king, and bless the land In plenty, joy, and peace; And grant henceforth that foul debate 'Twixt noblemen may cease.—Chevy Chase.
On the evening of the 22nd November, 1440, the report of a brass carthoun, or cannon-royale, as it pealed from the castle of Edinburgh, made all who were in the thoroughfares below raise their eyes to the grey ramparts, where the white smoke was seen floating away from the summit of King David's Tower, and then people were seen hastening towards the southern side of the city, where the quaint old streets and narrow alleys opened into the fields, or the oakwoods of Bristo and Drumsheugh.
Crowds from all quarters pressed towards the Pleasance, the route by which the great earl of Douglas (duke of Touraine and lord of Longoville), who had been invited to visit the young king, was expected to enter the city. Curiosity was excited, as it was anticipated that his train would be a brilliant one. All in the secluded metropolis of the north were on tiptoe to behold a sight such as they had not been gratified with since the ambassadors of Amadeus VIII., duke of Savoy, had come to ask the hand of the king's little sister, Annabella, for his son, the valiant Louis Count de Maurienne, to whom, however, she preferred a Scottish earl, with a Scottish home, on the bonnie banks of the Clyde.