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<h2> CHAPTER XXIX </h2>
<h3> I COME INTO MY KINGDOM </h3>
<p>For some time Alan volleyed upon the door, and his knocking only roused
the echoes of the house and neighbourhood. At last, however, I could hear
the noise of a window gently thrust up, and knew that my uncle had come to
his observatory. By what light there was, he would see Alan standing, like
a dark shadow, on the steps; the three witnesses were hidden quite out of
his view; so that there was nothing to alarm an honest man in his own
house. For all that, he studied his visitor awhile in silence, and when he
spoke his voice had a quaver of misgiving.</p>
<p>"What's this?" says he. "This is nae kind of time of night for decent
folk; and I hae nae trokings* wi' night-hawks. What brings ye here? I have
a blunderbush."</p>
<p>* Dealings.<br/></p>
<p>"Is that yoursel', Mr. Balfour?" returned Alan, stepping back and looking
up into the darkness. "Have a care of that blunderbuss; they're nasty
things to burst."</p>
<p>"What brings ye here? and whae are ye?" says my uncle, angrily.</p>
<p>"I have no manner of inclination to rowt out my name to the country-side,"
said Alan; "but what brings me here is another story, being more of your
affair than mine; and if ye're sure it's what ye would like, I'll set it
to a tune and sing it to you."</p>
<p>"And what is't?" asked my uncle.</p>
<p>"David," says Alan.</p>
<p>"What was that?" cried my uncle, in a mighty changed voice.</p>
<p>"Shall I give ye the rest of the name, then?" said Alan.</p>
<p>There was a pause; and then, "I'm thinking I'll better let ye in," says my
uncle, doubtfully.</p>
<p>"I dare say that," said Alan; "but the point is, Would I go? Now I will
tell you what I am thinking. I am thinking that it is here upon this
doorstep that we must confer upon this business; and it shall be here or
nowhere at all whatever; for I would have you to understand that I am as
stiffnecked as yoursel', and a gentleman of better family."</p>
<p>This change of note disconcerted Ebenezer; he was a little while digesting
it, and then says he, "Weel, weel, what must be must," and shut the
window. But it took him a long time to get down-stairs, and a still longer
to undo the fastenings, repenting (I dare say) and taken with fresh claps
of fear at every second step and every bolt and bar. At last, however, we
heard the creak of the hinges, and it seems my uncle slipped gingerly out
and (seeing that Alan had stepped back a pace or two) sate him down on the
top doorstep with the blunderbuss ready in his hands.</p>
<p>"And, now" says he, "mind I have my blunderbush, and if ye take a step
nearer ye're as good as deid."</p>
<p>"And a very civil speech," says Alan, "to be sure."</p>
<p>"Na," says my uncle, "but this is no a very chanty kind of a proceeding,
and I'm bound to be prepared. And now that we understand each other, ye'll
can name your business."</p>
<p>"Why," says Alan, "you that are a man of so much understanding, will
doubtless have perceived that I am a Hieland gentleman. My name has nae
business in my story; but the county of my friends is no very far from the
Isle of Mull, of which ye will have heard. It seems there was a ship lost
in those parts; and the next day a gentleman of my family was seeking
wreck-wood for his fire along the sands, when he came upon a lad that was
half drowned. Well, he brought him to; and he and some other gentleman
took and clapped him in an auld, ruined castle, where from that day to
this he has been a great expense to my friends. My friends are a wee
wild-like, and not so particular about the law as some that I could name;
and finding that the lad owned some decent folk, and was your born nephew,
Mr. Balfour, they asked me to give ye a bit call and confer upon the
matter. And I may tell ye at the off-go, unless we can agree upon some
terms, ye are little likely to set eyes upon him. For my friends," added
Alan, simply, "are no very well off."</p>
<p>My uncle cleared his throat. "I'm no very caring," says he. "He wasnae a
good lad at the best of it, and I've nae call to interfere."</p>
<p>"Ay, ay," said Alan, "I see what ye would be at: pretending ye don't care,
to make the ransom smaller."</p>
<p>"Na," said my uncle, "it's the mere truth. I take nae manner of interest
in the lad, and I'll pay nae ransome, and ye can make a kirk and a mill of
him for what I care."</p>
<p>"Hoot, sir," says Alan. "Blood's thicker than water, in the deil's name!
Ye cannae desert your brother's son for the fair shame of it; and if ye
did, and it came to be kennt, ye wouldnae be very popular in your
country-side, or I'm the more deceived."</p>
<p>"I'm no just very popular the way it is," returned Ebenezer; "and I dinnae
see how it would come to be kennt. No by me, onyway; nor yet by you or
your friends. So that's idle talk, my buckie," says he.</p>
<p>"Then it'll have to be David that tells it," said Alan.</p>
<p>"How that?" says my uncle, sharply.</p>
<p>"Ou, just this way," says Alan. "My friends would doubtless keep your
nephew as long as there was any likelihood of siller to be made of it, but
if there was nane, I am clearly of opinion they would let him gang where
he pleased, and be damned to him!"</p>
<p>"Ay, but I'm no very caring about that either," said my uncle. "I wouldnae
be muckle made up with that."</p>
<p>"I was thinking that," said Alan.</p>
<p>"And what for why?" asked Ebenezer.</p>
<p>"Why, Mr. Balfour," replied Alan, "by all that I could hear, there were
two ways of it: either ye liked David and would pay to get him back; or
else ye had very good reasons for not wanting him, and would pay for us to
keep him. It seems it's not the first; well then, it's the second; and
blythe am I to ken it, for it should be a pretty penny in my pocket and
the pockets of my friends."</p>
<p>"I dinnae follow ye there," said my uncle.</p>
<p>"No?" said Alan. "Well, see here: you dinnae want the lad back; well, what
do ye want done with him, and how much will ye pay?"</p>
<p>My uncle made no answer, but shifted uneasily on his seat.</p>
<p>"Come, sir," cried Alan. "I would have you to ken that I am a gentleman; I
bear a king's name; I am nae rider to kick my shanks at your hall door.
Either give me an answer in civility, and that out of hand; or by the top
of Glencoe, I will ram three feet of iron through your vitals."</p>
<p>"Eh, man," cried my uncle, scrambling to his feet, "give me a meenit!
What's like wrong with ye? I'm just a plain man and nae dancing master;
and I'm tryin to be as ceevil as it's morally possible. As for that wild
talk, it's fair disrepitable. Vitals, says you! And where would I be with
my blunderbush?" he snarled.</p>
<p>"Powder and your auld hands are but as the snail to the swallow against
the bright steel in the hands of Alan," said the other. "Before your
jottering finger could find the trigger, the hilt would dirl on your
breast-bane."</p>
<p>"Eh, man, whae's denying it?" said my uncle. "Pit it as ye please, hae't
your ain way; I'll do naething to cross ye. Just tell me what like ye'll
be wanting, and ye'll see that we'll can agree fine."</p>
<p>"Troth, sir," said Alan, "I ask for nothing but plain dealing. In two
words: do ye want the lad killed or kept?"</p>
<p>"O, sirs!" cried Ebenezer. "O, sirs, me! that's no kind of language!"</p>
<p>"Killed or kept!" repeated Alan.</p>
<p>"O, keepit, keepit!" wailed my uncle. "We'll have nae bloodshed, if you
please."</p>
<p>"Well," says Alan, "as ye please; that'll be the dearer."</p>
<p>"The dearer?" cries Ebenezer. "Would ye fyle your hands wi' crime?"</p>
<p>"Hoot!" said Alan, "they're baith crime, whatever! And the killing's
easier, and quicker, and surer. Keeping the lad'll be a fashious* job, a
fashious, kittle business."</p>
<p>* Troublesome.<br/></p>
<p>"I'll have him keepit, though," returned my uncle. "I never had naething
to do with onything morally wrong; and I'm no gaun to begin to pleasure a
wild Hielandman."</p>
<p>"Ye're unco scrupulous," sneered Alan.</p>
<p>"I'm a man o' principle," said Ebenezer, simply; "and if I have to pay for
it, I'll have to pay for it. And besides," says he, "ye forget the lad's
my brother's son."</p>
<p>"Well, well," said Alan, "and now about the price. It's no very easy for
me to set a name upon it; I would first have to ken some small matters. I
would have to ken, for instance, what ye gave Hoseason at the first
off-go?"</p>
<p>"Hoseason!" cries my uncle, struck aback. "What for?"</p>
<p>"For kidnapping David," says Alan.</p>
<p>"It's a lee, it's a black lee!" cried my uncle. "He was never kidnapped.
He leed in his throat that tauld ye that. Kidnapped? He never was!"</p>
<p>"That's no fault of mine nor yet of yours," said Alan; "nor yet of
Hoseason's, if he's a man that can be trusted."</p>
<p>"What do ye mean?" cried Ebenezer. "Did Hoseason tell ye?"</p>
<p>"Why, ye donnered auld runt, how else would I ken?" cried Alan. "Hoseason
and me are partners; we gang shares; so ye can see for yoursel' what good
ye can do leeing. And I must plainly say ye drove a fool's bargain when ye
let a man like the sailor-man so far forward in your private matters. But
that's past praying for; and ye must lie on your bed the way ye made it.
And the point in hand is just this: what did ye pay him?"</p>
<p>"Has he tauld ye himsel'?" asked my uncle.</p>
<p>"That's my concern," said Alan.</p>
<p>"Weel," said my uncle, "I dinnae care what he said, he leed, and the
solemn God's truth is this, that I gave him twenty pound. But I'll be
perfec'ly honest with ye: forby that, he was to have the selling of the
lad in Caroliny, whilk would be as muckle mair, but no from my pocket, ye
see."</p>
<p>"Thank you, Mr. Thomson. That will do excellently well," said the lawyer,
stepping forward; and then mighty civilly, "Good-evening, Mr. Balfour,"
said he.</p>
<p>And, "Good-evening, Uncle Ebenezer," said I.</p>
<p>And, "It's a braw nicht, Mr. Balfour," added Torrance.</p>
<p>Never a word said my uncle, neither black nor white; but just sat where he
was on the top door-step and stared upon us like a man turned to stone.
Alan filched away his blunderbuss; and the lawyer, taking him by the arm,
plucked him up from the doorstep, led him into the kitchen, whither we all
followed, and set him down in a chair beside the hearth, where the fire
was out and only a rush-light burning.</p>
<p>There we all looked upon him for a while, exulting greatly in our success,
but yet with a sort of pity for the man's shame.</p>
<p>"Come, come, Mr. Ebenezer," said the lawyer, "you must not be
down-hearted, for I promise you we shall make easy terms. In the meanwhile
give us the cellar key, and Torrance shall draw us a bottle of your
father's wine in honour of the event." Then, turning to me and taking me
by the hand, "Mr. David," says he, "I wish you all joy in your good
fortune, which I believe to be deserved." And then to Alan, with a spice
of drollery, "Mr. Thomson, I pay you my compliment; it was most artfully
conducted; but in one point you somewhat outran my comprehension. Do I
understand your name to be James? or Charles? or is it George, perhaps?"</p>
<p>"And why should it be any of the three, sir?" quoth Alan, drawing himself
up, like one who smelt an offence.</p>
<p>"Only, sir, that you mentioned a king's name," replied Rankeillor; "and as
there has never yet been a King Thomson, or his fame at least has never
come my way, I judged you must refer to that you had in baptism."</p>
<p>This was just the stab that Alan would feel keenest, and I am free to
confess he took it very ill. Not a word would he answer, but stepped off
to the far end of the kitchen, and sat down and sulked; and it was not
till I stepped after him, and gave him my hand, and thanked him by title
as the chief spring of my success, that he began to smile a bit, and was
at last prevailed upon to join our party.</p>
<p>By that time we had the fire lighted, and a bottle of wine uncorked; a
good supper came out of the basket, to which Torrance and I and Alan set
ourselves down; while the lawyer and my uncle passed into the next chamber
to consult. They stayed there closeted about an hour; at the end of which
period they had come to a good understanding, and my uncle and I set our
hands to the agreement in a formal manner. By the terms of this, my uncle
bound himself to satisfy Rankeillor as to his intromissions, and to pay me
two clear thirds of the yearly income of Shaws.</p>
<p>So the beggar in the ballad had come home; and when I lay down that night
on the kitchen chests, I was a man of means and had a name in the country.
Alan and Torrance and Rankeillor slept and snored on their hard beds; but
for me who had lain out under heaven and upon dirt and stones, so many
days and nights, and often with an empty belly, and in fear of death, this
good change in my case unmanned me more than any of the former evil ones;
and I lay till dawn, looking at the fire on the roof and planning the
future.</p>
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