The Castles of Athlin and Dunbayne | Page 3

the invitation, and they wound down the
hill, through an obscure and intricate path, together. They arrived at one
of the cottages which the Earl had observed from the height; they
entered, and the peasant presented his guest to a venerable old
Highlander, his father. Refreshments were spread on the table by a
pretty young girl, and Osbert, after having partook of them and rested
awhile, departed, accompanied by Alleyn, the young peasant, who had
offered to be his guide. The length of the walk was beguiled by
conversation. Osbert was interested by discovering in his companion a
dignity of thought, and a course of sentiment similar to his own. On
their way, they passed at some distance the castle of Dunbayne. This

object gave to Osbert a bitter reflection, and drew from him a deep sigh.
Alleyn made observations on the bad policy of oppression in a chief,
and produced as an instance the Baron Malcolm. These lands, said he,
are his, and they are scarcely sufficient to support his wretched people,
who, sinking under severe exactions, suffer to lie uncultivated, tracts
which would otherwise add riches to their Lord. His clan, oppressed by
their burdens, threaten to rise and do justice to themselves by force of
arms. The Baron, in haughty confidence, laughs at their defiance, and is
insensible to his danger: for should an insurrection happen, there are
other clans who would eagerly join in his destruction, and punish with
the same weapon the tyrant and the murderer. Surprized at the bold
independence of these words, delivered with uncommon energy, the
heart of Osbert beat quick, and "O God! my father!" burst from his lips.
Alleyn stood aghast! uncertain of the effect which his speech had
produced; in an instant the whole truth flashed upon his mind: he
beheld the son of the Lord whom he had been taught to love, and
whose sad story had been impressed upon his heart in the early days of
childhood; he sunk at his feet, and embraced his knees with a romantic
ardor. The young Earl raised him from the ground, and the following
words relieved him from his astonishment, and filled his eyes with tears
of mingled joy and sorrow: "There are other clans as ready as your own
to avenge the wrongs of the noble Earl of Athlin; the FitzÐHenrys were
ever friends to virtue." The countenance of the youth, while he spoke,
was overspread with the glow of conscious dignity, and his eyes were
animated with the pride of virtue. Ñ The breast of Osbert kindled with
noble purpose, but the image of his weeping mother crossed his mind,
and checked the ardor of the impulse. "A time may come my friend,"
said he, "when your generous zeal will be accepted with the warmth of
gratitude it deserves. Particular circumstances will not suffer me, at
present, to say more." The warm attachment of Alleyn to his father
sunk deep in his heart.
It was evening before they reached the castle, and Alleyn remained the
Earl's guest for that night.

CHAPTER II
THE following day was appointed for the celebration of an annual
festival given by the Earl to his people, and he would not suffer Alleyn
to depart. The hall was spread with tables; and dance and merriment
resounded through the castle. It was usual on that day for the clan to
assemble in arms, on account of an attempt, the memory of which it
was meant to perpetuate, made, two centuries before, by an hostile clan
to surprize them in their festivity.
In the morning were performed the martial exercises, in which
emulation was excited by the honorary rewards bestowed on excellence.
The Countess and her lovely daughter beheld, from the ramparts of the
castle, the feats performed on the plains below. Their attention was
engaged, and their curiosity excited, by the appearance of a stranger
who managed the lance and the bow with such exquisite dexterity, as to
bear off each prize of chivalry. It was Alleyn. He received the palm of
victory, as was usual, from the hands of the Earl; and the modest
dignity with which he accepted it, charmed the beholders.
The Earl honoured the feast with his presence, at the conclusion of
which, each guest arose, and seizing his goblet with his left hand, and
with his right striking his sword, drank to the memory of their departed
Lord. The hall echoed with the general voice. Osbert felt it strike upon
his heart the alarum of war. The people then joined hands, and drank to
the honour of the son of their late master. Osbert understood the signal,
and overcome with emotion, every consideration yielded to that of
avenging his father. He arose, and harangued the clan with all the fire
of youth