Where ghosts walk : the haunts of familiar characters in history and literature . tely carved ; the chairs were cov-ered with gilded leather and had cushionsof brocade and damask. We hearken indifferently to the cata-logue, and turn back to our little entered Edinburgh Castle, by theadvice of her Privy Council, on the thirdof April, and, as was the royal etiquette insuch circumstances, took to her chamberon the third of June. From the singlewindow of this she looked down upon hercapital city, that had already begun to dis-trust her. Beyond the housetops toweredthe broad bulk of Arthu
Where ghosts walk : the haunts of familiar characters in history and literature . tely carved ; the chairs were cov-ered with gilded leather and had cushionsof brocade and damask. We hearken indifferently to the cata-logue, and turn back to our little entered Edinburgh Castle, by theadvice of her Privy Council, on the thirdof April, and, as was the royal etiquette insuch circumstances, took to her chamberon the third of June. From the singlewindow of this she looked down upon hercapital city, that had already begun to dis-trust her. Beyond the housetops toweredthe broad bulk of Arthurs Seat, seen at agreater distance than from Holyrood, butin the perspective looking yet more like acouchant lion, watchful of Scotlands hon-our and Scotlands religion. She must al-most have hated the sight of it duringthat weary fortnight of waiting. The room is irregular in shape and lessthan eight feet square. The bed musthave been a mere cot, and if other besidesMary Beaton—now Lady Boyne—andthe court physician were present, therecould not have been left space for more. Two Little Rooms n furniture than the quaint arm-chair stillstanding against the wainscot and whichwe are told was here then. Yet tall Darnley was accompanied byat least one friend when he visited hiswife at two oclock of the same day, thePrince having been born between nineand ten in the morning. Mary, with herown hand, drew aside the coverings fromthe babys face. My Lord, she said, solemnly, Godhas given us a son. She would have been more than womanif, in the weakness of the hour, she hadnot referred to the risk she and the heirto the crown had run on that awful Satur-day night, three months agone. Sweet Madam, pleaded the father(himself not yet one-and-twenty), is thisthe promise that you made, that you wouldforget and forgive all ? I have forgiven all, said the Queen. I never will forget. Darnley fidgeted uneasily. Madam, these things are past. ** Then, was the answer, let them go. 12 Where Ghosts Wa
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