The hole being
ready, Jamie Winter conveyed to it a large deep wooden box which he had
made at home, with air-holes in the lid, and furnished with mattress and
bedding, and this was fitted into the place made for it. It was then
Grisell's duty to examine it daily, and to keep the air-holes clean
picked, and when it had for some weeks stood trial of no water coming
into it from its being sunk so low in the ground, Sir Patrick one night
came home. For a couple of weeks only was Redbraes his sanctuary, for,
on Christmas Day, upon Grisell lifting the boards as usual to see that
all was well with the lair that her father was to retire to in case of a
sudden surprise, the mattress bounced to the top, the box being full of
water. The poor child nearly fainted from horror, but Sir Patrick
remained quite calm.
"Obviously," he said to his wife and daughter, "we must tempt Providence
no longer. It is now fit and necessary for me to go off and leave you."
Later in the day, news brought by the carrier confirmed him in his
resolution. Baillie of Jerviswoode had been hanged in Edinburgh on the
previous day, and his head now adorned a spike on the Nether Bow. The
death of his best friend was a great shock to Sir Patrick, perhaps an
even greater one to Lady Home, and to little Grisell, for could not
their imagination readily paint a picture of _their_ dear "traitor"
hanging where his friend had hung.
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