Ir progress was impeded. The scaffold, by order of Edward, had been
erected on the summit of a small green ascent exactly opposite the
prison of the Countess of Buchan, and extending in a direct line about
half a quarter of a mile to the right of the castle gates, which had
been flung wide open, that all the inhabitants of Berwick might witness
the death of a traitor. Already the courts and every vacant space was
crowded. A sea of human heads was alone visible, nay, the very
buttresses and some pinnacles of the castle, which admitted any footing,
although of the most precarious kind, had been appropriated. The youth,
the extraordinary beauty, and daring conduc