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Title: The Coming of the King

Author: Joseph Hocking

Illustrator: G. Grenville Manton

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Language: English

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                          THE COMING OF THE KING

                            By JOSEPH HOCKING

_Author of "All Men are Liars" "The Scarlet Woman" "A Flame of Fire"
etc., etc._

                    ILLUSTRATIONS BY GRENVILLE MANTON


    LONDON:
    WARD LOCK & CO. LIMITED
    1904


[Illustration: "'My name is Roland Rashcliffe, your Majesty.'" (_Page
130._)]




       CONTENTS


       I THE COMING OF KATHARINE HARCOMB                 7

      II THE SECRET OF THE BLACK BOX                    17

     III THE KING'S MARRIAGE CONTRACT                   28

      IV THE HAPPENING AT THE INN                       39

       V A MIDNIGHT MEETING                             49

      VI THE OLD HOUSE AT PYCROFT                       59

     VII THE MYSTERY OF PYCROFT                         69

    VIII HOW I ENTERED PYCROFT                          79

      IX FATHER SOLOMON AT BAY                          89

       X THE WISDOM OF SOLOMON                          99

      XI THE SNARE OF THE FOWLER                       110

     XII THE COMING OF THE KING                        121

    XIII AN ADVENTURE ON THE CANTERBURY ROAD           133

     XIV HOW I SAW A MAN WHO BECAME FAMOUS!            142

      XV MASTER STURGEON, THE GAOLER                   153

     XVI THE ESCAPE                                    164

    XVII HOW I LEFT BEDFORD                            174

   XVIII JAMES, DUKE OF YORK                           185

     XIX THE SCENE AT THE PARISH CHURCH                195

      XX THE WISDOM OF SOLOMON                         205

     XXI HOW I VISITED BEDFORD A SECOND TIME           216

    XXII THE CHAPEL OF HERNE                           227

   XXIII THE JOURNEY TO WINDSOR                        238

    XXIV CHARLES II AS JUDGE                           248

     XXV THE JUDGMENT OF THE KING                      258

    XXVI FLEET PRISON                                  268

   XXVII HOW I LEFT FLEET PRISON                       278

  XXVIII WHAT HAPPENED ON THE BEDFORD ROAD             288

    XXIX THE PURITAN'S COTTAGE                         298

     XXX HOW I LEFT MY OLD HOME                        309




CHAPTER I

THE COMING OF KATHARINE HARCOMB


The history which I propose writing will, I believe, be of value for
various reasons. It will clear my name from various aspersions, and it
will enable me to explain what, to many, seem events of an extraordinary
nature. For I have done nothing which makes me fear the light, neither
have I any desire to offer excuses for the actions which shall be here
set down. What I have done I have done in good faith, knowing all the
time of the probable results which would follow.

Moreover, I think it is well that many of the happenings of the time of
which I write should be recorded, for surely the days of my youth were
strange days, full of intrigue, full of mystery; and more, they were
days in which one of the greatest battles ever known in our country was
fought, a battle which had momentous issues in the life of our people.

Not that I am able to give a description of many events which took
place. That would be impossible; but as I was drawn, in spite of myself
as it seems to me, to be an actor in many stirring scenes, I have had
peculiar opportunities for knowing the truth. In addition to this, I was
trained by my father to follow the custom of the times, and to describe
in a diary an account of my daily doings. I shall therefore be able, if
ever my memory fails me, to refer to the books which have been carefully
kept, and thus place a correct account of matters before those who
happen to read.

I had a peculiar training even for youths of that period. For from the
time of Archbishop Laud to the coming of King Charles II, nearly every
family of note took sides in the great struggle through which the
nation passed. Either a man was a Royalist or a Parliamentarian, a
believer in the supreme and unquestionable rights of the king, or a
supporter of the new order of things. There seemed no half-way house
wherein a man might rest. Thus the nation was divided into two great
camps, and if one was not in one of these camps he was in the other. But
I was trained to hold myself aloof from both, and to distrust them
equally.

The reason for this can be quickly told. During the great struggle
between Cromwell and the king, my father fought against the Ironside
General. Indeed, he gave of his substance freely. He impoverished
himself to replenish the king's coffers, and he armed his family
retainers in order to keep him on the throne. In the early days of the
war, moreover, he was an enthusiastic supporter of the king, and trusted
in his royal words implicitly. But after the Battle of Naseby, when the
king's papers were taken, and it was made known that Charles had
deceived on every hand, my father lost faith in him, and declared he
would never trust a king's word again. Not that he threw in his lot with
Cromwell, thus following the example of many others. Rather he cut
himself adrift from public affairs, and sought to live in seclusion.

But here a difficulty faced him. His resources were much diminished by
what he had devoted to the king's cause, and added to this, so much of
his property was taken from him in the troublous days which followed,
that while he still kept the old home near Epping Forest, he was scarce
able to maintain it. He was a country gentleman, bearing an old name,
who could barely afford to keep the horse he rode, or the servants who
waited at his tables. This (for my father was a very proud man)
embittered him much, and caused him to lose faith in friend and foe
alike. He despised the king who had deceived both his followers and
those who fought against him, and he spoke of the Presbyterians and
Independents as a crack-brained and sour-faced crew, who would make the
country a place unfit for a gentleman to live in.

"I trust neither of them, my son," he would often say to me. "I gave my
blood and my fortune to the king, and he deceived me by lying promises
and false statements: as for this Puritan crew, they have robbed me of
my possessions until I, who at the time of the Short Parliament was a
rich man, have not the means of giving my only son either a good horse
to ride, or money to put in his purse."

"I will gain both, father," I said, for in those days I was ardent and
hopeful, believing that everything was possible to a brave heart and a
strong arm.

"But how?" cried my father. "The king's cause is dead, even if it would
have benefited thee by fighting for it. As for these canting Puritans,
no man can gain aught from them, unless he will quote Scripture, and cry
'Down with the Prayer-book.' In truth there is no cause which an
honourable man can espouse, and thus carve his way to fortune."

"The opportunity will come some day," I replied confidently.

My father shook his head. "It cannot be," he said. "England is governed
by canting hypocrites, and there is not a man in the country whom we can
trust. I tell thee Roland, I am sorely grieved for thee. I have no
fortune to give thee, neither are there means whereby a man bearing the
name of Rashcliffe can honourably win one. Marriage seems impossible.
Not one maid do I know, who would wed a penniless lad like thee; by that
I mean a maid of family and dowry. I am known among men as penniless
Rashcliffe, and such a name makes it impossible for my son to make a
suitable marriage."

"But surely there must be means whereby a man may carve his way to
fortune?"

"Tell me about them, Roland. Where can we find them? Those who, like I,
have been foolish enough to trust the king and fight for his cause are
left wellnigh penniless and friendless. We have been deceived, tricked
as if by a cunning card-player. I tell you there is no honour among
kings. As for the Puritans, could you play the knave in order to gain
their favour? Could you mimic their pious whine, and curse both bishops
and Prayer-book?"

"No, I could not," I replied, for although my father had taught me to
have no faith in men, he still tried to teach me to be an honourable
gentleman.

"I know," he went on, "that many hope for the death of Cromwell. Well,
that may happen any day, and then what shall we see? In all probability
Oliver will make provision whereby his son shall take his place. But
even if he doth not, and Charles were to come back, would such as I be
benefited? Would the new king see to it that my estates were restored to
me? The new King Charles would be the son of the old King Charles. The
new king would be a Stuart, and never again can I trust a Stuart."

"Is there no hope then?" I asked despondently, for the constant
repetition of such speeches had made me believe that no man was to be
trusted.

"There is no hope except you can get men in your power," replied my
father.

"In my power?" I repeated, for I scarce knew what he meant.

"Ay, in your power, Roland. There is a secret in most men's lives. If
you can find that secret, you are a force to be reckoned with. You then
have the means whereby you can fight your way into position. Look here.
Charles Stuart is now in France. Supposing Oliver Cromwell were to die,
and the people, tired of Puritan rule, were to welcome him back to the
kingdom. Do you think he would remember that I, Philip Rashcliffe, am
impoverished by fighting for his father? If I went to him, and said,
'Sire, I have scarce a horse to ride on, scarce a crown to put in my
purse; I have lost all through fighting for your father's throne,' do
you think he would cause the Rashcliffe lands to be restored? Nay, he
would say, aloud, 'Master Rashcliffe, we will look into this matter, and
you may trust us to see that justice shall be done;' but to himself he
would say, 'What is there to be gained by doing aught for this man? He
is plain and blunt, and I shall gain nought by troubling about him.
Besides, there be a hundred others who come with the same tale. Let me
to my wine.' Ay, but if Charles discovered that I knew something which
affected him deeply, then would he for self-preservation desire to do me
justice."

"But that would be blackmailing," I cried.

"Nay, it would not; it would be simply using the means at my disposal
for getting back my own."

"Know you of aught, that you say this?" I asked, at which my father
shook his head.

It will be seen from this that I was taught to trust no man or party.
Moreover, as the years went by my father influenced me by his own
desponding views, so that I, unlike most youths, felt no ardour for any
cause, and believed but little in any man. As to women, I knew nothing
of them, for, besides our kitchen wenches and servant maids, scarcely a
woman ever entered Rashcliffe Manor. My father desired no company, and
even if he had so desired, he was too poor to give hospitality in a way
befitting his station. As for myself I was too proud to seek
acquaintance among those of lower degree than myself, while those of my
own rank had, through my father's seclusion, shut their doors against
his son. Thus I knew nought of women. I believed that, poor as I was, no
woman of name and fortune would deign to notice me, and it was not for
my father's son to go unbidden to the houses of those who still retained
their wealth.

Presently Oliver Cromwell died, and I thought my father seemed to be
possessed of new hope; but when Richard, his son, was chosen Lord
Protector in his place, he simply shrugged his shoulders like a
Frenchman, and said that the country was not yet tired of psalm-singing.
During the months that followed he went often to London, in order, as he
said, to find out what Monk and Lambert were doing, and when at length
Richard Cromwell ceased to be Lord Protector, he grimly remarked that we
"should soon see gay doings."

A little later the whole country was in a state of excitement. Charles
was recalled to England, the Royalists were jubilant, while the Puritans
looked forward with dread to the dark days which they felt sure were
near at hand.

"We will go to meet the king," cried my father.

"What!" I cried in astonishment, for my father had declared that he
would never again have aught to do with a Stuart.

"Ay, we will go and meet him, Roland. You and I will ride together.
There are still two good horses left in the stables, and we will dress
ourselves in a way befitting gentlemen, and we will go to Dover, and
shout 'God save the King!' with the rest of the crowd."

"But why?" I asked, for I felt no love for the man whom the people were
already calling "His Gracious Majesty King Charles II, the Lord's
Anointed One."

"Ay, and that you shall know before the sun goes down," he replied.

I looked at him in astonishment, for he had cast off the old look of
hopelessness and indifference so common to him, and seemed to believe
that brighter days were coming.

"Do you believe in the new king?" I asked.

"I believe a Stuart!" he replied, with scorn. "Nay, not so my son."

"Men speak of him as a man with an open and generous nature," I
suggested.

"Ay, and I knew him before he had to fly from the country," he replied.
"I tell you he is a Stuart. He hath the vices of both his father and his
grandfather. He will lie and deceive like Charles his father, and he
will turn his Court into a pigsty, like his grandfather James. In six
months from now Whitehall will be filled with swashbucklers and
wine-bibbers. Bad men and worse women will rule the country. God only
knows what will become of the Puritans, in spite of his fair promises.
But what of that? We will go and meet him!"

"But you will gain nought."

"Ay, I will, but there will be much to do first."

"Much to do!"

"Ay, much for thee to do, Roland. I have hopes that the Rashcliffe lands
will be mine again, and that my son will hold up his head among the
highest."

"You think you will gain the favour of the king?"

"Nay, but perchance I may gain his fear."

"His fear?"

"Ay, his fear. Or, better still, thou shalt gain his fear."

"But why should the king fear me? I can do nought against him. I have no
power."

"Knowledge is power," replied my father.

"But I have no knowledge."

"Nay, but thou shalt be in the way to get it before the sun goes down."

At this I made no reply, but I looked at him in astonishment.

"I do not speak wildly or foolishly," said my father. "I tell thee again
thou shalt know something of importance before the sun goes down. And
now get on the back of that colt Black Ben, which hath been lately
broken to the saddle, and ride him across the park lands yet left to us.
Get accustomed to his step, my boy, for when we meet the king, it is my
desire that King Charles may take note what a fine horseman you are."

I went to the stables, therefore, and saddled Black Ben, a colt which
had been a kind of playmate to me, and which had required very little
breaking in order to allow me to ride him. For however he might treat
another rider, to me he was gentleness itself. I was proud of Black Ben,
for he was the first horse I ever possessed on which the neighbours cast
eyes of envy. Indeed, my father had been offered a good price for him,
but although he wanted the money sadly he refused to sell it.

"No," he said, "thou hast a horse at last, Roland, and thou shalt keep
it. I will sell some milch cows before Black Ben shall go."

He was a large noble animal, as black as the wing of a raven, and free
from spot or blemish of any sort. I had never tested his speed, but I
knew that there was not a horse between me and London town that I could
not pass if I gave Black Ben rein.

He gave me a whinny as he saw me, and presently rubbed his nose against
my sleeve by way of greeting.

"You are going to meet the new king, Black Ben, my boy," I said as I
patted him, and again he whinnied as though he understood me.

A few minutes later I was flying across the park on Ben's back. I was at
this time nearly twenty-three years of age, and having taken after my
father, was not a light man, but he bore me as though I were a feather.

When I reached the park gates I saw old Adam Winkley, who still lived at
the cottage and called himself the gatekeeper, although there was no
need of his services.

"Ah, Mester Roland," he said as I came up, "I do 'ear as 'ow the new
king is comin'."

"Ay, so it is said."

"Well, God bless the king! I be always a king's man, I be. I be noan for
Old Nol's crew. Not but what they can fight. Give Old Nol his due, he've
made the furriners see that the English caan't be bait."

"We didn't need Old Nol to make them know that," I replied.

"Well, as to that, Mester Roland, forgive me for not havin' the same
opinion as you; but I fought in the wars with your father, and I shall
go lame to the end of my days because of it, and I know somethin' of
fightin'. This I knaw, the furinners never feared the English so much as
they did durin' Old Nol's time. Not that I believed in him. I bean't a
young man, but I still like a carouse I do, and I like good ale, and
plenty of it, and I say let people enjoy themselves. And I reckon we
shall see a change soon. When young Charles do come, we shall no longer
have these sour-faced Independents rulin' the roost, and so I say with a
full heart, God bless King Charles."

I let the old man talk in this way for old time's sake. He had served
our family all his life, and although others had left during our fallen
fortunes, he had remained faithful.

"And when do the king come, Mester Roland?"

"Next Tuesday, I have heard, but I am not quite sure."

"Then I shall start to walk to Dover town on Monday morning, so as to be
in time to see him land."

"Ah, then I shall see you there. Both my father and I are going."

"I be right glad. I be in hopes that the new king will do your father
justice, Master Roland, and that we shall see gay doings at Rashcliffe
again. God save the king, I say."

At this moment my attention was drawn from old Adam by a woman who was
walking towards my father's house. As far as I could judge she was
somewhat advanced in years, although she walked with a strong sturdy
step. She gave a hasty glance in my direction, and then kept her face
steadily towards the house.

"Know you who that is?" I asked of Adam.

"No!" replied old Adam; "it can't be she?"

"Can't be who?"

"Can't be Katharine Harcomb; and yet she has her walk. But Katharine is
dead. I've heard it many a time." This he said as though he were talking
to himself rather than to me.

"But who is Katharine Harcomb? I never heard her name."

"No, she left Rashcliffe before you were born, and yet she was maid to
your mother. She was a gay one, was Katharine. What Katharine didn't
know wasn't worth finding out. Ay, and a handsome maid she was too. As
for darin', there was nothing she wouldn't do. One day she dressed in
your mother's fine clothes and the other servants didn't know her, she
looked such a grand lady. They all curtsied to her, thinking she was
some visitor who had come unbeknowing to them. Ay, Katharine could act
the lady, she could. Why, it is said the young king fell in love with
her when he was Prince Charles, but of that I'll say nothing. Still,
this woman can't be she, although she's got her look and her walk.
Katharine died years ago--there can be no doubt about that."

By this time the woman was out of sight, while I turned my horse's face
towards London, and rode a few miles in that direction before returning
to the house.

It was drawing towards evening when I got back, and on entering the
house I found that my father had given orders that he should be informed
of my return.

"Roland," he said when at length I went to him, "will you come with me
into the library?"

"Yes," I said, wondering at his grave demeanour.

When I entered the library I almost gave a start, for in the room was
the woman I had seen in the park. She looked up at me, and there was, as
I thought, a bold and defiant expression in her eyes. She did not look
like a woman of birth and breeding, and yet no one would regard her as a
common serving woman. She possessed an air approaching gentility, and
although her clothes were much worn, they were of good material.

"More mother than father," I heard her say.

I looked at her awkwardly, for I knew not how to address her, and
although I lifted my hat and bowed as I would to a lady of my own
degree, I did so constrainedly, not feeling comfortable in her presence.

"This is Mistress Katharine Harcomb," said my father. "She dwelt here
before you were born."

The woman gave a laugh, which was half-defiant, half amused.

"Ay, I dwelt here before you were born, Master Roland; since then I have
been dead, and now I am alive again."

I did not like the woman. Not that she was evil-looking; rather, she
must have been very fair to look upon twenty years before, and even now
she retained much of the beauty of youth. But her voice was harsh, the
lines around her mouth suggested scorn and bitterness, while the strong
chin should have belonged to a man rather than to a woman. I could see
in a moment that she was not a woman to be trifled with; indeed, she
evidently possessed that imperious strength of will like unto that by
which Queen Elizabeth made strong men quail before her.

"I pray you to pay good heed to what Mistress Harcomb hath to tell us,"
said my father, "for it is no light matter concerning which she would
speak."

I know not why, but my heart became heavy. I felt sure that the
knowledge which my father had spoken of as power to bend the will of
kings was somehow associated with this strong imperious looking woman
who gazed steadily into my eyes.




CHAPTER II

THE SECRET OF THE BLACK BOX


I must confess to a somewhat strange feeling in my heart when I looked
into the woman's face. I felt sure that she was trying to understand the
manner of man I was, so that she might make up her mind how far I could
be of service to her. For, from the very first I could not think of her
as a former serving woman of my mother. Humble of birth she might be,
but I was very sure that her thoughts were other than those of a serving
woman, and that she had mixed herself up with affairs of importance. Her
great dark searching eyes, her strongly moulded face, her determined
mouth all assured me that here was a woman of far-reaching plans, and
one who would stop at nothing to carry those plans into effect.

"More mother than father," I heard her murmur again, and then she looked
from my father to me as though she were trying to discover the
difference between us.

"Well, Katharine," said my father, "you have discovered what you set
your heart upon, and which you spoke of when I saw you in St. Paul's
Church."

The woman laughed mockingly.

"In less than a month the king will be in England," she said, "and, oh!
what a king!" and then she fell to scanning our faces again.

"The people be already crying, 'God save the king!'" said my father.
"Already my old neighbours who fought for Charles I be looking forward to
the time when the Puritans will be despoiled like the Egyptians of old,
and when they will be rewarded for being faithful to the royalty."

"Rewarded!" said the woman scornfully. "Will the eldest son of Charles I
ever reward an honest man? I know him, Master Rashcliffe. He will be
the dupe of every knave, the puppet of every hussy in England. He will
make promises without end, but he will be too idle to perform them. No
honest man will be the better for his return, and no one will have
justice unless that justice is forced from him."

"But have you discovered aught?" asked my father. "You know what you
promised me. Moreover, when I last saw the dame with whom you had
lodgment at the back of Aldersgate Street, she said you had your hand
upon the proof."

"And I am not one who makes promises lightly," replied the woman,
"neither am I a woman who, having made up her mind, is easily turned
aside. Nevertheless, there remaineth much to be done, Master Rashcliffe.
The matter is not child's play, and he who meddles with matters which
affect the king is in danger of being accused of treason. For Charles
Stuart can act to purpose when it suits him. That is why I have not come
to you before."

Here again the woman ceased speaking and scanned me closely.

"This son of yours hath never fought in the wars?" she said
questioningly.

"Nay," replied my father. "During the first civil war he was too young
to bear arms. After that my heart was embittered. I would not have my
son uphold the claims of a man who was alike faithless to both enemies
and friends. Then, when Charles was beheaded, could I allow my son to
fight under Cromwell?"

"He was a brave, strong man," replied the woman.

"Ay, a brave strong man if you will. But not such a man as my son could
fight under. Besides, I would not have him mingle with such a crew as
this army fashioned under the New Model. Would I have my son become a
psalm-singing hypocrite? Would I have him taught to cry 'down with the
Prayer Book'? Would I have him made a sour-faced follower of old Nol,
learning to make pious speeches in order to gain promotion? No, I had
fought under the king's standard, and, although the king betrayed us
all, I would not have my son serve under my Lord Protector.
Nevertheless, Roland is no weakling, as you see, neither is he a fool.
Poor as I have been, I have seen to it that he hath learned something of
letters. He can write like a clerk, and can read not only in the English
tongue, but in Latin and in French."

"In French?" said the woman eagerly, I thought.

"Ay, in French. Besides without ever having served with the wars, he
knows everything of fighting that I could tell him, and as for
swordcraft, I doubt if there is a man in London town who could stand
against him."

Again the woman looked at me eagerly, and then she broke out like one in
anger.

"It is well, Master Rashcliffe, for, mark you, if what I have discovered
is true, he will need all his cleverness, all his learning, and all his
knowledge of swordcraft. We play for high stakes, Master
Rashcliffe--nothing less than the throne of England."

"Ay, I gathered as much," said my father thoughtfully.

"Look you here," went on the woman. "You desire to gain back your
estates; you desire, moreover, that your son Roland shall not be a
penniless, lackland squire like you. Why, I discovered as I came hither,
that for years this manor house hath been little better than a farm
kitchen, that such as Nicholas Beel, the blacksmith, who fought for
Cromwell, and 'praise be his name, Elijah of the Marsh,' and
'Grace-abounding Reuben,' who used to be one of your hinds, be now
fattening on your best farms."

"Ay, it is so," cried my father angrily. "The very kitchen wenches of
twenty years ago laugh at me, and call me 'Landless Rashcliffe'."

"And Charles Stuart will never give you back these lands unless he is
made," said the woman.

"Ay, ay," said my father, "I know enough of him for that; but to your
tale, Katharine Harcomb. Tell me what you know."

"I know that James, the new king's brother, is full of hope that Charles
will kill himself by revelry in a year," replied the woman. "I know that
he is next heir to the throne. I know that he is intriguing to get back
the Catholic religion to the country, and I know that neither Charles
nor James loves either you or yours."

"And yet I fought for their father," said my father.

"Ay, and like the honest man thou art, declared that thou couldst never
fight for him again after the contents of his papers which were found on
Naseby field were made known," retorted the woman. "I know this, too,
that if Charles had gained the victory over Cromwell, thou wouldst have
been beheaded for what thou didst say at that time. Mark you, a Stuart
never forgets, and never forgives, for all the fair promises that they
make. Therefore if ever thou dost get back thine own, and if ever thy
son is to be more than a mere yeoman ploughing his own fields--ay, and
poor fields at that, for the best have all been taken away--he must be
able to force the new king's hand."

"Ay, I know all this," replied my father impatiently, "but let us hear
what you have discovered, Katharine; let us know the truth concerning
the strange things I have heard."

"It is no use telling of what I know, unless this son of thine be bold
enough to make use of it," replied the woman. "I am a girl no longer,
Master Rashcliffe; I am not so simple as I was in those days when I was
waiting maid to Mistress Rashcliffe. Enough to say that I have found out
sufficient to make Charles Stuart, who is even now preparing to come
back to England as king, eager not only to restore thy lands, but to
give a place of honour to Master Roland here. Ay, but that is not all.
The thing which I know to exist must be in our hands, ay, and in our
hands in such a way that we shall be able to make our own bargain with
the new king."

"But what is it?"

"It is this. James, Duke of York, is not the next heir to the throne."

"Well, and what of that?"

"This," replied the woman. "You have heard of the Welsh girl, Lucy
Walters?"

"Ay, I have hear of her."

"And you have heard of her son, a lad who goes by the name of James
Croft?"

"Yes," said my father, "I have heard of him; but it doth not matter."

"Ay, but it doth matter."

"Why?"

"Because he, although Charles Stuart will doubtless deny it, is the next
heir to the throne of England."

My father started back in amazement.

"He is Charles' son," continued the woman.

"Ay, but----"

"Charles married Lucy Walters--married her in Holland."

"But the proof, the proof!" cried my father.

"It is this proof of which I come to speak," said Katharine Harcomb.
"But answer me this: suppose the proof could be obtained, suppose the
box containing the contract of marriage between Charles Stuart and Lucy
Walters could be obtained--what then?"

For a time my father was silent. Evidently he regarded the woman's
declaration of great import, and I saw that he carefully considered her
words.

"Charles would not desire it to be known," he said at length.

"Nay, that he would not," said the woman with a laugh; "but there is
more than that, Master Rashcliffe."

"Ay, there is," said my father thoughtfully. "He who could be fortunate
enough to possess that marriage contract would be able to make his terms
not only with the king, but the king's brother."

"Ah, you begin to see."

"The man who possessed such a secret could stir up civil war in
England," said my father; "such a war that might well make men forget
the war between Charles I and Cromwell."

"Ay," said the woman; "but what is more to our purpose, Master
Rashcliffe, he could make the king restore the Rashcliffe lands, and
gain for his son a place in England worthy his name."

"And do others know of this secret, Katharine?" asked my father.

"Yes," replied the woman; "it hath been guessed at by many, but I alone
know where the box containing the marriage contract is hidden. It hath
cost me much trouble to find out, but at last I have done it."

I looked at the woman as she said this, and I thought there was a
furtive look in her eyes.

"And how did you find it out?" asked my father presently.

"Of that more anon," replied Katharine Harcomb. "Enough to say now that
this is the secret I promised to tell you, a secret which should give
you the power to make your own terms with the king. All now depends on
young Roland here."

"On me!" I cried, speaking for the first time, although, as may be
imagined, I listened eagerly to every word which had been spoken.

"Ay, on you," replied the woman, "for that marriage contract is in
hiding. It is hidden in a black box,[1] and may be obtained only with
difficulty. The question is, Master Roland, will you undertake the work
of bringing it hither?"

[Footnote 1: As all students of history know, the story of the black box
containing the marriage contract between Charles II and Lucy Walters
obtained great credence after the Restoration, indeed, it is probable
that belief in its validity had much to do with the Monmouth rebellion
at a later date.--J. H.]

"How old is the king's son?" I cried, for her story had excited my
imagination and appealed to that love for adventure which for a long
time had been struggling for expression.

"How old?" repeated the woman; "he is a lad of about eleven years. At
present he is with the dowager queen."

"And do you mean that he is the next heir to the English throne?" I
cried.

"Ay, that he is," replied the woman; "and the man who can find the
marriage contract can go far to be one of the masters of England."

"And if it be not brought to light?" I cried, "then if Charles has no
other son, the Duke of York will become king."

"That is not the thing of import," replied the woman; "the thing that is
of weight is this: the man who hath the secret can make the king obey
him."

But this was not the thought which fired my imagination. A great
overmastering desire came into my heart to place my hand upon this
marriage contract that I might be the means of doing justice to the
king's disowned son, and even as she spoke I found myself making plans
for going out into the world to unearth this secret. For it must be
remembered that I was but a lad of twenty-three, and that up to now, in
spite of my many day dreams, I had been kept mewed up in the old manor
with my father, knowing but little of what was going on in the great
world.

Still, I was not so young but that I saw many difficulties in the way. I
reflected that we had only the word of this Katharine Harcomb, who had
lived at Rashcliffe Manor many years before, and who, according to
belief, had been dead for some time. Where had she been all these years?
what were her motives in seeking out this mystery? and more than all,
why had she chosen my father and myself as the men to whom she could
disclose this momentous secret? Not that these matters troubled me much.
I was too much excited by the story of the mystery to weigh well those
things which, had I been ten years older, I should have considered
carefully. Still, they came into my mind, and I was on the point of
putting them to her, when she rose from her chair and placed her hand on
my shoulder. I remember even then thinking how tall she was, for as I
stood by the fireplace, and she came up to me, her face was level with
mine, and I am not a short man.

"Roland Rashcliffe," she said, "will you undertake this thing?"

I looked at my father, who appeared to be pondering deeply.

"Where is it?" I asked.

"Where is what?"

"This black box."

"Before I make known where it is I must have your promise. Nay, Master
Roland, look not darkly at me, for this is no light matter. I dare not
make known the hiding place until I am assured that you will undertake
to go wherever it is, and then alone, and in secret, bring it hither."

The words pleased me, although they raised more questions in my mind. I
liked the words "alone and in secret," even although I little understood
what they portended.

"How came you to know these things?" I asked.

"I saw the woman called Lucy Walters when she was in England," replied
Katharine Harcomb; "I saw her as she was taken to the Tower."

"You saw Lucy Walters!" I cried.

"Ay, I saw her. No wonder Charles Stuart loved her, for a more beautiful
woman I never set my eyes on. Ay, poor thing, she was neither wise nor
prudent, as she found out afterwards to her cost, but she was the
fairest maid to look upon that ever I clapped my eyes on. It is true her
first beauty had left her, and at that time she was in sore trouble, for
she was on her way to the Tower with soldiers on either side of her;
nevertheless, every man fell in love with her as she went. The
verse-makers have called her the 'nut-brown maid,' and well they might,
for her hair was the colour of ripe chestnuts when they are picked from
the trees in early October. It shone like the dowager queen's diamonds,
and hung around her head in great curling locks. Her eyes were brown
too, and sparkled like stars; even then roses were upon her cheeks, and
she walked like a queen."

"But she was liberated from the Tower," said my father, "and went back
to France."

"But not before I saw her, Master Rashcliffe," replied Katharine
Harcomb, "and not before she told me that she was Charles Stuart's
wedded wife."

"She told you that?"

"Ay, she told me that."

"But did she tell you where the marriage contract was?" asked my father.

"Of that I shall say nothing until I know whether Master Roland here
will undertake the work I have spoken of," and again the woman's dark
bright eyes scanned my face, as though she saw there an index to the
thoughts which possessed my mind.

"Roland," said my father, "I would e'en talk with Katharine Harcomb
alone. Do you leave the room, and return in an hour's time."

I did not much like this, for, as may be imagined, I was much
interested, and wanted to hear more of what the woman had to tell; but I
obeyed my father quickly as every dutiful son should, and went out of
the house into the park lands.

The sun had now gone down, but it was not dark neither did I think it
would be throughout the whole night. For not only was there a moon, but
the sky was clear. Indeed, the time was the middle of May, when the air
was clear and the countryside was beauteous beyond words. It is true the
roses had not yet appeared, but the trees were wellnigh in full leaf,
for the season was early. Even the oaks and the ashes were covered with
spring leaves, which I saw shining in the light of the moon. No stars
appeared that night, the moon was so bright, and no sound did I hear
save the babbling of the trout stream that ran through the park, and now
and then the twitter of a bird which settled itself to rest.

I walked along the grass-grown drive which led to the gates, wondering
about what the woman Katharine Harcomb had said, and thinking if ever
the time would come when carriages would be drawn up to the house as
they were in the days before the Long Parliament, and when my old home
would be full of gaiety.

"This is a strange happening," I said to myself. "Ever since Richard
Cromwell died my father hath spoken of possible change to our fortunes
if Charles should come back, not because the king would do aught for us
of his own free will, but because we should gain the power to compel
him."

And then as I thought of these things, in spite of the way the woman had
inspired my fancy by the story of the king's marriage, the whole thing
became like old wives' fables, and I was glad that I had not been led to
make any promises.

I had barely got in sight of the gate where I had seen old Adam in the
earlier part of the day, when I heard the sound of footsteps. They were
not the footsteps of a man: of that I was certain. They were neither
firm enough nor heavy enough. Moreover, they were uncertain, and, as I
thought, feeble. I stopped and looked along the road, and saw the form
of a woman coming towards me.

Bright although the moonlight was, I could not at first make out her
age or her station, but as she drew nearer I thought that she was old
and poor.

"Whither go you, dame?" I asked as she came up.

"And what is that to you, young master?"

By this time I was able to see that she was bent, and that her clothes
were those of one of low degree. I knew by the way she spoke that she
was toothless, for her words were not clearly spoken.

"It may be much to me, dame," I replied, "but whether it be or no, I
would warn you against going to the house yonder, for the dogs be let
loose of a night, and they would make short work of you."

She mumbled some words which I could not understand; then looking up at
me, she said, "And who may you be, young master?"

"I am Master Rashcliffe's son," I replied.

At this she gave a start, and scanned me more eagerly than before.

"Ay, ay, I should a' known," I heard her mumble, "I should a' known, for
did not Katharine tell me?"

At this I was all ears again, and all eyes too for that matter, for
evidently she knew something of the woman who was even then at the house
talking with my father.

"Dogs or no dogs, I must e'en go," she said presently.

"Why? is your business of import?" I asked.

"Ay, or I would not have come all the way from St. Paul's Cross to
Epping. For that matter I should never have got here did not a man
coming hither give me a lift on his cart. But, young master, tell me.
Hath a woman come to your father's house this day?"

"What kind of a woman?" I asked.

"A woman who hath forty-five years, but carries them lightly," she
replied; "a woman who hath not the attire of a woman of quality, and yet
speaketh as if she were; a woman who years ago lived at Rashcliffe
Manor."

"And if such a woman hath been there?" I said.

"Then must I go thither."

"But if she hath been there, and is gone?"

"Then lack-a-day, I know not; ay, but even then I must know what she
hath told Master Rashcliffe."

"Come with me," I said; "I will take you to the house."

"But is she there?" she asked eagerly.

"Ay, she is there," I replied.

"Then let us go quickly," and although she still stooped low, she walked
by my side at a good speed.

A little later I led her into my father's hall, wondering at the meaning
of what was happening, but little dreaming of what lay before me.




CHAPTER III

THE KING'S MARRIAGE CONTRACT


Bidding the woman be seated, and going straight to the room we called
the library, I knocked at the door.

"Who is there?" asked my father.

"It is I, Roland."

My father opened the door, and looked at me questioningly. I saw that
the woman Katharine Harcomb was standing by the chair on which she had
sat during the time I had been in the room; but the hard defiant look in
her eyes had gone. Rather I thought I saw fear, almost amounting to
terror in them. Evidently my father had been speaking about matters
which moved her mightily. She no longer bore the expression of one who
would make her own terms, but rather as one who lived under the shadow
of a great fear.

"You are back soon Roland," said my father, "it is not an hour since you
left us."

"Nay," I replied, "but I met an old woman from St. Paul's Cross who was
coming hither, who declared she must see Katharine Harcomb."

The woman gave a start as I spoke.

"Where is she?" she cried, "let me see her without delay."

"Tarry a little," said my father; "tell me more of this, Roland."

So without more ado I told him of my meeting with the dame, and of what
had passed between us.

"I would speak to her, I would speak to her alone!" cried Katharine
Harcomb, like one bereft of her senses, and she made for the doorway as
if to pass me. But my father closed the door quickly and seemed to be
deep in thought. A moment later I saw that he had made up his mind.

"Have any of the kitchen wenches seen her?" he asked.

"Nay," I replied. "I myself opened the door, and she is waiting in the
hall."

"Then do you bring her here, Roland, and afterward do you leave us
again."

I have no doubt I showed my disappointment at this, for I was eager to
understand the meaning of it all. My father took but little heed,
however, so doing his bidding I went to the hall, where the woman was
still sitting.

It was at this time I called to mind that I had not heard her name, so
without first telling her to follow me where my father was I said
quietly, "What is your name, good dame?"

"Name," she replied, "when Katharine Harcomb knows that Mistress Walters
is here she will not keep me waiting."

"That is well," I replied; "will you follow me?" But although I spoke
quietly my heart beat quickly, for I felt sure that she was in some way
connected with Lucy Walters, whose son, Katharine Harcomb said, was the
next heir to the throne of England.

No sooner had the library door opened than I saw the two women exchange
glances, but I had no opportunity of noticing more, for my father gave
me a look which told me that I must leave them alone, which I did much
to my impatience.

I did not go far away, however. It is true I left the house, for cool as
the night had become the air seemed stifling, so I stepped on to the
grass outside, and began to walk up and down in the light of the window,
behind which I knew my father and the two women were. How long I stayed
there I know not, but it must have been more than an hour, for I noticed
that the moon which stood high in the heavens when I went out had
dropped behind the trees. In a sense the time seemed long. To a lad
barely twenty-three, to be kept away from the knowledge of a secret
which promised to vitally affect his future, was calculated to multiply
every minute into five. Nevertheless I had so much to think about, that
I thought but little of the time, and that in spite of my impatience.
The mystery of the box containing the marriage contract between the new
king and Lucy Walters, and the woman's request that I should go on a
voyage of discovery kept me wondering so much, that at times I almost
forgot that I knew very little of the whole business, and that my father
was even then talking about these things with the two women who had in
such an unaccountable way entered my life.

The moon had sunk far behind the trees when I was startled by the loud
noises of those within the house. A minute later I heard my father's
voice.

"Roland, my son."

I entered the house again, and soon found myself in the room where I had
left the two women. I could see that something of importance had passed
between them. The woman Katharine Harcomb seemed much wrought upon,
while in her eyes was a look which might mean anger or terror.

I looked from one to the other questioningly, for I was eager to know
what had been said.

"Roland, my son," said my father, "you have long complained of idleness.
You will have no need to complain longer."

I did not speak, although many questions came into my mind.

"Ay," cried the old woman, "and what is done must be done quickly and in
secret, for remember the Duke of York is already at work. He knows that
my grandson will be the lawful heir to the throne, and if he can find
the marriage contract, my poor Lucy's child will be kept out of his
rights."

"You mean the new king's brother?" I asked, for I was somewhat taken
back by the vehemence of the dame's speech.

"Ay, who else?" she replied. "If Charles dies, will he not claim the
crown? Already it is said that he speaks of what he will do when he is
crowned."

"As to that," I made answer, "are not his chances small? He is but three
years younger than the king, and may not live as long. Besides, Charles
may marry again."

"He will," cried the dame, "he will, but there will be no children."

"How do you know?" I asked.

"I do know, and that is enough," she replied. "Charles will never have a
child which shall be heir to the throne of England save only the son of
my daughter Lucy."

I took but little notice of this speech, although the dame uttered it
with much warmth. I imagined that in spite of the severe measures which
had been taken with witches, and those who professed to foretell the
future, she had either consulted some of these people, or was perchance
herself a "wise woman." Not that I paid much heed to these things, for
my father, although he denied not that some had it in their power to
reveal the future, had generally made light of their professions, and
had taught me to treat them with scorn.

"Be that as it may," I said, "you have it that the new king married your
daughter."

"Ay, I hold to that," she cried, "and poor and humble as I seem to be, I
say that I am grandmother to him who should be king of England when his
father dies."

"That remains to be proved," I said, for I was eager to get back to the
question which had been broached by Katharine Harcomb when first we had
met earlier in the evening.

"Ay, that remains," replied the dame, angrily I thought; "and it is by
you, Master Roland Rashcliffe, that this is to be done."

"But why have you chosen me?" I asked, for young though I was, ay and
eager to undertake any work which meant movement, and romance, I could
not help asking why I among all others should be chosen for this work.

"You shall know some day Roland," said my father. "It is enough for you
to know now you have a great work to do, a work which if successfully
done will make you a power in England."

"But what is it?" I asked somewhat impatiently, for it seemed to me that
I was asked to do something the nature of which was hidden from my
eyes.

"To bring hither the marriage contract," he replied.

"Ay, but where is it?"

"It is in England," replied Katharine Harcomb, and then she looked at me
with keen, searching eyes.

At this I doubt not I made an impatient gesture, for truly they seemed
to regard me as a child who might not be trusted.

"Nay, be not angry," said my father, almost gently I thought. And this
surprised me, for although I was a man in years he had not ceased to
expect absolute and unquestioning obedience from me. In truth he held
strongly that every man should be complete master in his house, and that
no one should dare to dream of questioning his will.

But if I was not angry I was impatient. I had been on the tip-toe of
expectation for hours, I had been told that I had a great work to do and
yet I had only received hints as to how that work was to be done. For to
be told that the marriage contract was in England was to tell me
nothing, as any one can see. Still I held my peace and waited, wondering
what was to come next.

"The marriage took place at a place called The Hague," said the old dame
with downcast eyes, "away across the sea in that outlandish country
called Holland. It was performed in secret by a Papist priest. The
priest had to swear that he would never reveal the marriage,
nevertheless my daughter Lucy, for the sake of her good name, so cajoled
the priest that he drew up the contract and gave it to her, unknown to
the king. For fear it should be taken from her she determined to place
it in safe keeping."

At this the woman ceased speaking, while I, who had been waiting for
some news which would give me something like a reason for action, felt
as though she were conjuring up a story.

"This showed," she went on presently, "that my daughter was not foolish
as some have said, neither was she careless of her good name."

"But to whom did she give this precious document?" I asked, "and where
is it now?"

"She gave it one in whom she trusted," said the dame sourly. "But he
betrayed her trust. He found out the value of the paper, and brought it
to England. Since then it hath changed hands again; but Katharine
Harcomb hath discovered where it is now."

"Where?" I asked eagerly.

"It is at the house of Master Elijah Pycroft, who lives within five
miles of Folkestone town," said Katharine Harcomb.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"I have been told by one who knows," she replied mysteriously.

"And who is Master Elijah Pycroft?" I asked again, for the whole
business seemed to be as unsubstantial as a vapour cloud.

"Ah, it is easy to tell you who he is, but difficult to say what he is,"
replied the woman. "But there be many stories told about him. Some say
he hath sold himself to the devil, others that he is at the head of a
gang of highwaymen, and that although he never appears among them, it is
he who gives them information and shelters them when they are in danger.
I have also been told that he is a Papist who is a servant of the Pope,
and is plotting to bring England back to Popery again. But it is he who
hath the contract, and it is he who will make use of it, if it be not
taken from him. Some have it that the priest who married Lucy Walters to
King Charles is in league with him."

Now this seemed to be a cock-and-bull story, and yet it had enough of
meaning to set my nerves a-tingling again.

"What is the name of the priest?" I asked. "Is his home at The Hague?
Because he is the man to find out first of all. If he confesses to the
marriage, then----"

"Do you dare to doubt that my Lucy was a lawful wedded wife?" cried the
old dame angrily. "She that is dead now, poor child. Why think ye that
the young King's mother, the old dowager queen, would have taken the boy
if there was no marriage?"

"Still it would be well to find him out," I urged. "Do you know his
name?"

"That I do," cried she. "He is a French priest, and was in Holland only
by stealth, seeing that the people who live in Holland do hate the
priests so much owing to their past sufferings. But Lucy told me his
name, she did, ay, she told me when she was in England before they put
her in the Tower. For my Lucy was a Catholic at heart, being brought to
that way of thinking while she was in those foreign parts. He told her
his name, and told her where he lived."

"Ah," I said, "that is better. Tell me, good dame."

"He lives at Boulogne," said the woman, "and his name is Father Pierre
Rousseau, and I have been told that his church is the Church of St.
Antony; but of that I am not sure."

But here at last was something definite to go upon. Boulogne was only a
few hours' sail from English shores, and if Father Pierre Rousseau lived
there he could be easily found out. I imagined that it would be easy to
find out whether the woman's story were true or false, and upon this
discovery a plan of action could be formed.

After this we fell to talking again, but beyond what I have written
down, little of import could be gathered. I saw that much heed was paid
to old wives' stories if they agreed with the desires of the women, but
as to well proved facts there seemed nothing besides these two things.
Still this was something. I could quickly find out whether Father Pierre
Rousseau were flesh and blood, while the discovery of Master Elijah
Pycroft should also be easy.

Had I been older, and known more of the ways of the world, I should, I
doubt not, have asked many more questions, but by this time my mind was
all aflame with the prospect of something to do, while the nature of my
work was all that a youth might ask for. Neither did I trouble much as
to why I should be chosen. My father had told me that I should know some
day, and with this I was fain content. I had a work to do, and that was
enough.

"It may be that this priest knows more than he has told you," I cried at
length; "my first business therefore will be to go to Boulogne, and
after that to seek out Master Elijah Pycroft."

My father nodded his head approvingly, and yet I thought I saw doubt in
his eyes.

"But what about the coming of the king?" I went on. "You told me only
to-day that we must go to Dover to meet him, and if he comes to England
soon, there will be no time for me to set out on my journey before
seeing him."

"The king will not arrive for two weeks," replied my father.

"Two weeks?" I said questioningly.

"Ay, two weeks. This dame hath it, that according to messages which have
been received in London town he will not come until the twenty-seventh
or the twenty-eighth day of the month. There will therefore be time, if
fortune favours you, to do much of your work before he comes hither."

Now being hot of blood, and not being aware of the many things which
might hinder me, I was content with this reply, and determined not to
fail being at Dover when the king should land.

Without wasting time by retailing what was said further, I hasten on to
say that by break of day on the following morning I was on my horse's
back, clad in my best attire, on my way to Folkestone town, whither I
hoped to get a passage to the coast of France. I was in gay spirits. I
had pistols in my holsters, a sword by my side, and more money in my
pouch than I ever hoped my father would give. Servant I had none, and
that for two reasons. The first was, there was no man in my father's
house who was fitted for such a post, even although I were rich enough
to keep him; but more than this, it was deemed best that I should go
quietly and alone, so that no one should suspect what my business might
be. Servants, as all the world knows, have a way of talking about their
masters' business, and if I had one he might unwittingly endanger me in
my work.

My father had spoken gaily and confidently to me on my departure.

"I shall be at Dover on the twenty-sixth day of the month," he said. "I
shall make my way to the _Fox and Hounds Inn_, and thither you must come
and meet me, if your affairs allow you."

To this I gladly assented, thinking of the things I might have to tell
him by that time.

"And mark you, Roland," continued my father earnestly, "be wary and bold
in this matter. If you succeed, you will have such power at your
command that even the new king will not be able to deny you what you
ask. But be bold, my lad, and be wary. Speak but few words, and when you
speak impart but as little information as possible. Ask questions
without seeming to ask them, and ask them in such a way as to befool
those you ask. Never allow want of courage to keep you from obtaining
what you desire. If you have to strike, strike hard. Be careful of your
companions. Trust no man with your secrets. Remember that in ninety-nine
times out of a hundred every man hath his own ends to serve, and if you
are not eager and brave another will outdo you. Don't expect gratitude,
and never trust any party or faction. Had I acted upon the advice I am
giving you now, I should not be called 'landless Rashcliffe,' and you
would not be a poor man's son. God be with you."

It was with these words ringing in my ears that I set my face towards
London town on a bright May morning, and although it lay fully twelve
miles from my home, I saw St. Paul's Church before seven o'clock, so
early was I in the starting.

My heart was strangely light, I remember, for although I was much in the
dark concerning my mission, its very nature stirred my blood, and made
me fearless at coming difficulties. Nay, I rejoiced in them: who would
not, when the fate of the country depended on my success? To find the
king's marriage contract, and thus alter the succession to the crown of
England! Surely that were enough to give nerve to a letterless
ploughboy, much less the only son of the bravest gentleman in the county
of Essex.

So early was I in London town that I had to wait fully an hour before I
could get breakfast, but this I presently obtained at an inn which stood
close by Ludgate, and within sight of Fleet Prison.

I found that the talk of every one was concerning the coming of the new
king, and every man seemed to be on the tip-toe of expectation
concerning the revelries which were to take place when he appeared.

"Ay," said the innkeeper to me, "I know that Old Nol made the English
feared the world all o'er, while never such an army was ever known as
he led to battle; but what of that? He wanted to turn the whole land
into Independent meeting houses. He wanted every man to turn
psalm-singer, and would have none about him but those who spoke the
Puritan cant. If ever a man loved to see a cock-fight, or a bull baited,
he was treated like a murderer, while no man dared to drink as an
Englishman should drink. But that is all over now. The king loves his
wine and his pleasure even as a king should. That's why he could not do
with the sour-faced Scots. When he comes we shall be able to drink
again, and these psalm-singing chaps will have to bark at back doors.
Old Drury will have its fun, and a man will be able to speak to a pretty
woman without being placed in the lock-up."

"Think you that aught will be done to those who fought against the new
king's father?" I asked.

"Ay, that is what people say. Men have it that every Puritan will be
dragged out of his house, and every man who fought against his sacred
Majesty's person will be hanged. As for these Independents, well,
already they who carried their heads so high be slinking along back ways
like whipped dogs. Ah well, it is right. Let us live a merry life, and
God save the king!"

Presently, as I went towards the river, I found out that the man had
spoken truly: I saw men clad in sober-coloured garments talking one to
another, as though some calamity were near. And this was no wonder, for
presently, as the number of the people in the streets increased I saw
that these same men were howled at by the mob. Some pointed to the
Bibles which hung from their girdles, and called out "Pharisees,
hypocrites!" Others again cried out "Psalm-singing rogues!" while others
threatened them with the stocks and the pillory when the king came.

"It becomes worse each day," I heard one of these sober-clad men say to
another.

"Ay the Scriptures be fulfilled; and the devil is unloosed."

"The people of God will fare badly, methinks."

"Nevertheless, the new king hath promised that every man shall be
forgiven for what he hath done."

"The new king! The son of Charles Stuart, a traitor and a liar whom our
great Oliver beheaded! As well expect mercy from a wolf."

"Hush, man! If we be heard we shall be taken note of. Let us be wise as
serpents and harmless as doves."

And this kind of thing I found everywhere as I rode through London
streets. On the one hand was a kind of lawless joy, which prevailed
greatly; and on the other fearful foreboding as to the coming days.

But I stayed not long in London, for I was eager to make my way to
Folkestone. The wedding contract hidden in the black box was more to me
than the rejoicings of the Royalists, or the fears of the Separatists.

It took me two days to reach Folkestone; indeed, I did not reach this
town till the evening of the second day. Moreover, the second day of my
journey had been rainy, and I was both wet and tired when I reached the
_Barley Sheaf Inn_, which looked homely and comfortable, for the which I
was very thankful. As the evening was rainy, I thought I should
perchance be the only traveller; but no sooner had the ostler taken my
horse from me than I saw two persons ride up, which interested me
greatly. Perhaps this was because they both seemed anxious to hide their
faces. The one was, as far as I could judge, a strongly-built man, but
of what age I could not judge; the other was a woman, clad from head to
foot in a long cloak. Moreover, she wore a hood, which almost hid her
face. Nevertheless, I caught one glimpse of it as she passed in at the
door. It was as pale as death, while her eyes were full of terror.

"Private rooms," said the man, "and that without delay."

After they had passed out of sight I fell to wondering who they were;
but I never dreamed then that their fate would be linked with mine in
such a wondrous way.




CHAPTER IV

THE HAPPENING AT THE INN


After I had partaken of food, I made my way to the harbour for the
purpose of finding out when a boat might be leaving for the
neighbourhood of Boulogne. By this time the rain had ceased, and
although the night was wellnigh upon the town I was able to see
something of its character. Not that it was of any great note. It
consisted of only a few narrow streets, which being wet, looked
miserable and squalid. The bold outline of the cliffs impressed me
greatly, however, and I judged that on fair days the whole district must
be pleasant to behold.

I found as I passed through, that here as well as in London the sole
subject of conversation was the coming of the new king, and of the
changes his coming would bring about. Here also as in London, men had it
that it would go hard with those who had fought against the late king,
and especially against those who had put him to death. Nevertheless
none, as far as I could discover, spoke against him; rather they even
praised the profligacy of which all seemed to believe him guilty.

But much to my disappointment I could hear of no vessel that would leave
for the French coast, at least for three days, and as I had not enough
money to hire one for myself I had to content myself with the prospect
of spending that time in the vicinity of Folkestone. I was not at all
dismayed at this, for I reflected that I might be able to discover
something of Master Elijah Pycroft, and might not indeed have to go to
France at all.

When I returned to the inn I found my way into a large low room where
several persons were sitting. Some were playing cards, others were
drinking, as it seemed to me for the sake of drinking, while others
still were laughing at their own wit for want of something better to
laugh at.

No one seemed to take note of my entrance, save one, who pointed to a
seat by his side, as if to bid me welcome.

"What will you drink?" he asked.

"What is the house noted for?" I asked, for although I determined not to
drink, remembering the old adage that "when the drink's in the wit's
out," I thought it best to attract no notice by failing to fall in with
the custom.

"Sack, my master, sack," replied the man. "There is no better sack
between here and London town than can be bought at the _Barley Sheaf_,
and what is more a man can drink his fill and no questions asked. We be
no longer troubled by a sour-faced Independent constable who is ever on
the watch for a man who seeks to be merry."

"Did they trouble you much in Cromwell's days?"

"Trouble me! Marry, and that they did. No man pleased unless he carried
a Bible at his belt, and sung psalms through his nose. Why a man could
in no wise make merry. The man who kept a dog or a cock was watched day
and night, while those who were suspected of having a Prayer-book in his
house was almost as much in danger as those who read the Bible in Queen
Mary's days. Why even the town crier had to speak through his nose, as
though he were singing psalms in church."

At this he laughed as though he had made a good joke.

"But all will be changed now?" I suggested.

"Ay, but they be changed already, young master," said another man who
was listening. "Already Old Nol's people be seeking to make friends with
those who be shouting 'God save the king!' while a man may kiss his
sweetheart, and no questions be asked. And what would you? The king, who
hath received fifty thousand pounds from Parliament to buy himself good
clothes, and good wine, hath sent word to us that we must drink his
health in the best wine and ale that our town affords."

"Ay," said the other, "and painters be everywhere washing out the
State's arms and painting the Lion and the Unicorn instead. I do hear,
too, that the king hath given orders that all the vessels built by Old
Nol are to be renamed, as his Majesty doth much dislike the present
names."

"Have you heard aught concerning what will be done to those who took
part in the king's father's death?" I asked.

"I would not stand in their shoes for something," he replied
significantly.

"In spite of the Act of Oblivion," I suggested.

"Act of Oblivion! Think you that the new king will forget the name of
those who killed his father? Why I do hear that Sir Charles Denman is
even now being followed by those who were faithful to Charles I."

"Sir Charles Denman, who is he?" I asked, for I had never heard his name
before.

"Never heard of Sir Charles Denman! Why where have you lived, young
master? He was one who cried loudest for the death of Charles I, and who
hath ever since Richard Cromwell died done his utmost to persuade
General Monk against having aught to do with the new king. He hath
spoken words which are said to be treasonable, and what is more is as
fanatical a preacher as Hugh Peters himself."

"Ay, but there are no edicts out against him?" I queried.

"But there are, young master; at least so men say. Some have it that the
king, no sooner was he invited to come back to his throne, than he sent
secret instructions that Sir Charles should be arrested and imprisoned
until his Majesty's pleasure be known."

"Know you aught of Sir Charles?" I asked.

"Nay, I know naught, but men have it that he is a dangerous man, and not
to be trusted. I have been told that his very preaching is only a cloak
to cover up his misdoings. Men say he hath never married, and yet he is
accompanied on his journeys by one who ought to be his wife. It is said,
too, that he whips her as a man might whip a spaniel. A sullen, cruel
man whom no one loves."

At this I was silent, whereupon the man went on.

"Some have it that he is married to this woman, who is of low degree,
while other gossips say that he hath stolen her from her father's house,
because she will inherit a great fortune when her father dies."

"Have you ever seen him?"

"Nay, but I am told he is the best swordsman in the kingdom, that he is
deadly with the pistol, and that he shews no mercy anywhere?"

"And are all the people loyal around here?" I asked.

"Ay, what would you?"

"And all the old families will receive the new king with open arms?"

"Ay, all as far as I know."

"I do not know the names of these families--at least not of all," I
said, feeling my way towards the information I desired, "but you as an
important man doubtless know them all."

"Ay," he replied, sitting back in his chair with a look of importance on
his face. "There be the Jeffries and old Sir Michael Oldbury, and
Admiral Billton, and Squire Barton, and my Lord Bridgman, and others.
Most of them nod to me when they come to town."

"I think I have heard of a Master Pycroft," I said, "know you him?"

He shook his head. "No," he replied, "there be no man of note within ten
miles of Folkestone who bears that name."

At this my heart seemed to sink in my shoes, for it seemed as though I
had come on a fool's errand. Still I kept a brave face, and answered as
though the matter were of no import.

"I must have mistaken the name," I said, "or perchance he lived in some
other part of the country."

"Stay," said the man, "there is an old place called 'Pycroft,' but it
hath been in ruins for years. It is an old house among the Pycroft
woods, and is said to be haunted. No man lives there, but I have heard
that an old miser had it long years ago. He was killed for his money,
and ever since the place hath been infested by evil spirits. Years ago,
about the time the king was beheaded, I mind me that I passed by it, but
not a soul was to be seen. The windows were broken, and the gardens were
all covered with weeds. Neither sight nor sound of living being could I
see or hear. Even the birds seemed afraid to sing."

"What was the name of the miser?" I asked.

"People called him 'Solomon the Fool,'" replied the man; "'Solomon,'
because he was said to have much learning, and 'The Fool' because he did
not know how to use it. Ah, and now I come to think of it, I have heard
that it was once held by the Denmans, but whether they were any kin to
Sir Charles, of whom we have been speaking, I know not."

After this I learnt but little more, for a man came in who said he had
ridden from Dover, and began to tell of the grand preparations which
were being made to welcome King Charles II when he landed on English
shores. So feeling somewhat weary, and desiring to think of what I had
heard, I made my way to the chamber the innkeeper had allotted to me,
and then by the light of the candle which had been given to me, I sought
to set down in order what had happened to me since I left London town. I
had come to my chamber very quietly, but even if I had made a noise the
shouts of the revellers in the room below had drowned any sounds I might
have made. When I had been alone an hour or more, however, they began to
grow more quiet, which led me to think they were leaving the inn for
their homes. I therefore decided that I would undress and go to bed, but
on second thoughts I simply pulled off my riding boots and doublet and
threw myself on the bed. I did not feel at all sleepy, but ere long I
felt myself becoming drowsy; but even then I did not think I should fall
asleep. In this I was mistaken, however, for after that I remembered
nothing until I suddenly awoke.

At first I scarce remembered where I was, but the sound of someone
sobbing brought everything to my recollection with great clearness.

"No, no! Not that!"

I heard the words with great distinctness, and they were spoken by a
woman. Moreover, the one who spoke them was in great terror, for
although she spoke not loudly, I detected the anguish in her voice.

As may be imagined, the woman's cries caused me to listen intently.

"I tell you, yes." It was a man's voice I heard, and the partition
between the room in which I lay and the next, from whence the sounds
came, was so thin that I could hear much of what was said. "This must be
done. It is my will."

He spoke in a low voice, but it vibrated with passion.

"But it is more than five miles away, and it is midnight."

This the woman said in a low, fearsome voice.

"What of that? The distance is not too great for you to walk easily. You
have rested, and you have had food. As to its being night, so much the
better. Every one is now abed, and no one will see you."

"But the way is lonely; besides, the place hath an evil name. You have
told me yourself that it is haunted."

"So much the better for my purposes. You must go thither, and find out
what I have told you of. You can be back here before folks be astir."

"It is cruel, cruel," said the woman with a sob.

"It is your duty; you owe it to me," replied the man. "Besides, you dare
not refuse. If I speak but a word you know what will happen, so do my
bidding, and that without delay."

"But who shall I find there? It is said to be an empty house; besides,
perchance I cannot find it. It is in the midst of woods; and even if I
met some one on the road, I dare not ask them where Pycroft is."

At this, as may be imagined, my heart gave a great bound. These people
were speaking of the very place I desired to enter; moreover, there was
evidently some secret surrounding it. Did this man know aught of what
had been told me? Did he seek to find the king's marriage contract as
well as I? Besides, who was he, and what was his relation to this woman?
These and many other questions I asked myself as I lay silently on my
bed, for in my eagerness I did not realize that I was playing the
eavesdropper. In truth, everything had come upon me so suddenly that I
scarce understood what was taking place.

"There will be no difficulty in finding the way," said the man. "You
will climb the hill out of the town, then you will take the road that
leads to London. This road you wot of as well as I. When you come to the
pond by the roadside you will see the gate on the right side of the
road, and from there you can easily follow the path leading to the
house."

"But why can you not go yourself?" said the woman.

"Because it is not my will," replied the man. "Besides, it would not be
safe for me to go until I know the old man's thoughts: he might betray
me, and then what would happen to you?"

"To me?" repeated the woman.

"Ay, to you. Whither can you go if I cease to protect you? Ay, and what
will befall you?"

"But I have done nothing."

"Nothing! Then go and show yourself to him. Ay, let it be known in the
inn who you are. If I had not given you my name, where would you be
now?"

I have recorded this conversation as well as I am able; nevertheless I
cannot vouch for its entire correctness, seeing that many of the words
were almost inaudible.

After this I heard sounds as though some one were preparing to go out; a
little later there were footsteps along the passage, and then silence.
My nerves were all tingling, while my brain was in a whirl. What did all
this mean, and what had I to do?

In a minute my mind was made up. I would wait until all was silent, and
time given for the man to return to his chamber, and then I would creep
out of the house, and follow the road the man had so clearly marked out.
If their interest was at Pycroft, so was mine; besides, my heart went
out in sympathy towards the woman whose voice was so plaintive, and
whose condition seemed so piteous.

Presently I heard stealthy footsteps outside my door. They passed along
the corridor, and presently were lost in the distance. Now was the time
for me to act. All my weariness had gone; I was eager and alert; the
mystery upon which I had happened threw its spell upon me, and I longed
to discover its meaning. Besides, it fell in with my plans; and I
remembered my father's words warning me never to allow want of courage
to stand in the way of fulfilling my purpose.

I fastened my sword carefully by my side, and having seen to my pistols,
I took my riding boots in my hand, and crept carefully along the
passage towards a doorway I had noted during the evening. No one seemed
astir, and the house was as silent as death. When I came to the door, I
found that it was unbolted. Evidently the man had left it so that the
woman might enter when she had performed his mission.

Closing the door silently behind me, I pulled on my boots, and a minute
later was creeping silently up the hill out of the town. Once away from
the houses, I realized the cruelty of the man in sending out a woman on
such an errand. It is true the night was neither dark nor cold, but for
a woman to take such a long weary journey alone at such a time was hard
indeed. The country, since Oliver Cromwell's death, had become infested
with footpads, while the thought of going to a haunted house was
terrible enough for a man, much less a woman. Besides, she was troubled
by some fear. The man had some power over her beyond the ordinary, or
she would never submit to his will. What was it? I called to mind the
story told me concerning Sir Charles Denman that very night. Was this
man Sir Charles? And was this woman the one who had been associated with
him? This might be the case; and yet I could not believe it, why I could
not tell. Perhaps it was because I had learnt to be wary of stories told
at taverns and inns, perhaps because I desired another solution to the
mystery.

When I was well out in the country I stopped and listened. I also looked
eagerly along the road, but I could neither hear nor see the woman I had
come out to follow. Thereupon I started running, for the road was better
than ordinary, and the light of the moon revealed all pits and dangerous
places. Presently I reached the top of the hill, where the road crossed
an open space. Neither hedge nor ditch hid aught from me, although a
mile on, skirting the open plain was a belt of trees. Here I stopped
again, and gazed eagerly along the roadway. Yes, there could be no doubt
about it, away in the distance was a dark object.

Up to this time I had formed no plan of action save to follow the woman.
Now it came to me that if I desired to speak to her I should not know
what to say, while if I watched her without letting her know of my
presence I should be acting the part of a spy. She was alone and
unprotected, she did not know that I heard something of what had passed
between her and the man at the inn. Therefore my presence would give her
a fright, while I had no excuse for intruding upon her as she took this
lonely and mysterious night journey.

What an older man might have done I may not say. What I should do now
that I have passed the age of impetuous youth I dare not hazard. But
then I was young, I knew naught of the world, and the mission upon which
I myself had come caused me to surround everything with the halo of
youthful vision. I determined that I would overtake her, tell her that I
had heard what had passed between her and the man at the _Barley Sheaf_,
and then offer to accompany her on her journey. Doubtless an older man
would have acted differently, but I suspect that my decision was that
which any youth of my age will understand.

I therefore commenced running again, and I saw that every step lessened
the distance between me and the dark form which toiled silently along
the lonely road. Not a house was in sight, neither could I see aught but
the line of road curling its way along the heather covered land, and the
belt of trees which lay beyond. I ran silently, because I kept on the
edge of the road, where grass grew, and as I drew nearer I saw that the
woman kept straight on, looking neither to the right nor to the left.

Presently the moon, which had been under a cloud, shot into the clear
sky, so that I could see her plainly. She was clad from head to foot in
a long garment, while on her head she wore a hood, as if even in the
loneliness of midnight she desired to hide her face. I could see, too,
that she was tall and that she moved with rapidity and ease; but that
was all, for her back was toward me, and although the light of the moon
was bright I could not even tell the colour of the garment she wore.

As I came up close to her, my heart fell to beating wildly, not because
of my exertion in overtaking her, but because of the strangeness of my
adventure. In truth it seemed as though I were in a dream from which I
should presently awake, only to find what had taken place was but the
wild fancy which comes to one when one loses control over one's own
imaginings.

Whether I should have dared to speak to her I know not, but when I was
only a few yards from her I happened to kick a stone which lay in my
way, and as it rattled along the road she turned around sharply, and
with a cry of fear.

"What do you wish?" she asked, and I noted that her voice trembled not
one whit.

But I did not reply; I was so much wrought upon that no words would come
to me.

"I have naught to give you," she said, "so pass on and allow me to go my
way."

As she spoke her hood dropped from her face and I saw her every feature
plainly.




CHAPTER V

A MIDNIGHT MEETING


My first glance at the woman's face showed me that it was the same as I
had seen a few hours before. In the moonlight she looked very pale, and
I saw that she was young, not indeed as I judged more than twenty years
of age. But what struck me most was the fact that she betrayed no fear;
rather I saw a look of defiance, and I could not understand how a woman
who had, as I thought, been cowed by the man at the inn could meet me
here alone at midnight and be so brave. Nay, as I thought, there was a
look of defiance in her face, and a confidence in her own strength.

"I desire naught from you, and I have no will to molest you," I said.

"Then go your way."

"Ay, I will go my way," I replied, "and perchance my way may be yours."

"It cannot be. If you have no will to molest me, take your road and I
will take mine."

Her quiet confidence almost angered me. Fearfulness I was prepared to
meet, while cries I expected; but to be quietly commanded to pass on,
knowing what I knew, made me somewhat impatient, and hence more at my
ease.

"It may be, mistress, when I have told you what is in my mind, you will
not be so desirous to be rid of me."

"There can be naught in your mind that concerns me." Then with a flash
as quick as light she said, "Do you boast of gentle blood, young sir?"

"I am of gentle birth," I replied.

"Then you must know that when a lady would be alone no man of honour
will stay by her side."

"That's as may be," I replied. "The lady may be surrounded by dangers
of which she knows nothing, in which case the man of honour will stay
and protect her even against her will!"

For a moment she gazed around her as if she apprehended danger, but only
for a moment.

"Will it please you to pass on?" she said.

"Not until I have told you what is in my mind."

"Then you are a spy."

"As you will," I replied, for the words angered me, and even although I
had no sufficient excuse for remaining by her side, I determined to know
more of her.

"Perhaps my first impression was right," she went on, "and you are a
common thief. If so, it is useless coming to me, I have no money."

At this I was silent, for my brain refused to give me a suitable answer.

"So having no money, and having no desire to remain longer in your
company, I will e'en go on my way."

"No you will not."

At this her eyes flashed like fire.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because you are afraid to let me know where you are going."

At this she gazed fearfully at me, but she spoke no word.

"Nevertheless, I know the place for which you are bound," I said. "But
if I were you I would not go."

"Why?"

"Because the man who sent you seeks only his own safety and not yours.
Because he desires to use you only as a key to unlock the door by which
he would enter, because he has gained power over you only to make you
his tool."

"What do you know of the man who sent me?"

This she said, as I thought, involuntarily, for she quickly went on:
"How do you know I have been sent? In these days even a woman may----"
and then she stopped suddenly, like one afraid.

"Because I have been staying at the _Barley Sheaf_," I replied. "Because
I saw you come to the inn; because I heard your conversation to-night
with the man who hath sent you to do his bidding, against your own
will."

"Then you _are_ a spy?"

"If you will, but let me tell you what is in my mind before you call me
by that name again. I was awakened an hour or two ago by the sound of a
woman sobbing. She was pleading with some man not to send her out at
midnight, but he persisted. I heard him threaten her, I heard him tell
her that if her name were known some dread calamity would happen to her.
I knew that he had some power over her, possessed some secret concerning
her, and that she had perforce to do his will."

"Well, what then, sir?" she asked sharply.

"He commanded her to go to Pycroft, along a road that is infested by
footpads."

"And what have you to do with this?"

"Nothing except that I determined to follow her, and offer her what
protection and help I could give her. Ay, and more, to rid her from the
man who is so unworthy to call himself her protector."

At this she came up close to me, and looked steadily into my face.

"Is that all you know?" she said.

"That is all."

"And that is your reason for following me?"

"That is my reason."

"What is your name?"

I could see no harm in telling her. My name was unknown, and my mission
hither was, I believed, a secret.

"Roland Rashcliffe," I said.

"Of Epping?"

"Of that family, yes."

"And this is true?"

"On my word as a gentleman, yes."

Again she looked at me steadily as if she were in sore straits what to
do, and did not know whether she might trust me.

"You know nothing about me beyond what you have said?"

"Nothing."

"And you desire only to see me safe from harm?"

"That is all," and at the time it was true, for under the influence of
the woman's presence my own mission to Pycroft seemed of little import.

"And if I allow you to accompany me you will ask me no questions?"

"I desire you to answer no questions of mine, nor to reveal to me
anything which you would keep secret."

"You do not know my name--nor his name?"

"No."

Again she scanned me eagerly, and then looked around her. All round us
was a weary waste of uncultivated land, beyond the dark woods a cloud
shot over the moon, while away in the distance the horizon was blackened
by what looked like a coming storm. The winter had gone, and the spring
was upon us, nevertheless the night had grown cold. I saw her shudder.

"What are you?" she said. "Roundhead, or Cavalier?"

"I do not know."

At this she looked at me suspiciously.

"My father fought for the king in the first Civil War," I replied. "But
I have stayed at home all my life. I have not interested myself in
politics. I have helped to look after what remains of my father's
estates."

"You have spent your life in idleness?"

"I have sought to learn those things which may become a gentleman," I
replied. "I can use a sword, and I am not altogether an ignoramus."

"You love books then?"

"I have read the writings of both William Shakespeare and John Milton,"
I replied, "and I know a little of such writings of Corneille and
Molière as have been brought to this country."

"You know French then?"

"A little. But that hath nothing to do with my desire to befriend you.
You are in trouble, and I would help you."

"You desire not to harm me?"

"So help me God, no."

"But why are you here?" she asked suspiciously. "If your home is at
Epping Forest, what are you doing at Folkestone?"

"I came at my father's bidding," I replied after a moment's hesitation.

"Ah, you have a secret, too," she cried.

At this I was silent, while I wondered at the quickness with which she
fastened upon the truth. Nevertheless, I was sure her voice was
friendly, and I thought she was glad to have me near. And this was no
wonder, for courageous although she might be, her mission was one which
must strike terror in the bravest heart.

But still she hesitated. What was passing in her mind I knew not; but I
imagined that two fears fought one against the other in her heart. One,
the fear of going alone to the haunted house situated amid the great
Pycroft woods, and the other the fear of accepting the protection of one
of whom she knew nothing, and whom she had never seen until that hour.

The winds blew colder, while away in the distance I heard the rumble of
thunder, and this I think decided her. Had it been day I do not believe
she would have listened to me for a moment, but it was night and a
thunderstorm was sweeping towards us; besides, although a courageous
one, she was still a woman.

"Promise me again that you will not seek to interfere with my mission,
or to harm me," she said.

"I promise," I replied.

"I will accept your escort," she said. "Come quickly, for what is done
must be done quickly."

We walked together across the broad open land, while the black cloud
grew larger and larger. The moon had also sunk low, and the night had
grown dark. Even now a strange feeling comes into my heart as I think of
our journey towards the old house, for reared in the country as I had
been, ay, and in the very midst of the great forest which lies east of
London town, I thought I never knew any place so lonely as this.
Besides, I knew naught of my companion. That she was young, and fair to
look upon, I could not help seeing, but I knew not her name, neither did
I understand the mystery which surrounded her life.

Twice I saw her turn and gaze furtively at me, as though desiring to
know what was in my mind, but for the most part she walked straight on,
never turning to the right nor to the left.

Nearer and nearer we came to the pine woods which stood on the edge of
the open land, and as we did so drops of rain began to fall upon us.
Then I thought I saw her shudder, but she spoke no word. In spite of the
way she had spoken to me, I fell to pitying her more than ever. For
truly it was a sad predicament for a young maid, evidently well-born and
tenderly reared, to be placed in. From what she had said to the man at
the inn, she knew nothing either of Pycroft or its inmates, neither
could she tell what her welcome to the lonely house would be like.

Once she stopped and listened as though she heard strange sounds near,
and then presently moved on again without a word. By and bye we came to
a pond beside the road, close by which was a gateway. Beyond were, as
far as I could judge, dense dark woods.

"This is the place," I said.

"How do you know?"

"It accords with the description the man gave you at the inn."

"Yes, but you know nothing of those who live at the house?"

"Nothing."

"You may accompany me until we come in sight of the house, but after
that you must go no further."

"Why?"

"You promised to ask no questions."

"I promised not to interfere with your mission," I replied, "neither
will I. I have kept by your side for more than two miles without
speaking a word concerning it. Nevertheless I have not promised to obey
you in all things. Had I, I should not be by your side now. I cannot
promise not to go too close to the house. It may be that you will need
help, and I mean to keep close by your side."

"But why?" and I thought my words gave her comfort.

"Because I desire to be your friend."

In this I spoke the truth, for although I had it in my heart to enter
the house in order to carry out my plans, yet my pity for the maid, and
my determination to befriend her became stronger each minute.

"My friend!" she said. "You do not know what you say. Do you know what
it would cost to be my friend? Besides, why should you? You do not know
who I am; you have never heard my name."

"No," I replied, "I have never heard your name, I do not know who you
are."

"Then why should you desire to befriend me?"

I could not answer her, neither for that matter could I answer myself
when the question came to me. But I think I know now. Although my father
had taught me to distrust all men, he had always led me to think of my
mother as a beautiful noble woman, one who was as pure as an angel, and
as truthful as the sun which shines in the heavens. Thus it came about
that I was led to look at womanhood through the medium of my mother's
life, and to regard it as a gentleman's duty ever to treat them with
respect and reverence. Nay, more, I had learnt, I know not how, to
regard it the first duty of a man of honour ever to seek to befriend a
gentlewoman, and that at all hazards.

"Because you are a gentlewoman, and you are in trouble," I said.

We had been standing beside the pond during this conversation, as though
we desired to delay entering the dark woods close by. Once beneath the
shadows of the trees we should scarce be able to see each other, but
here no shadow fell, and I could see her plainly. I heard her sob, too,
as though my words had touched her heart.

"Do not be afraid," I said, "I will let no man harm you."

I spoke as a brother might speak to a sister, and there was naught but
pity in my heart. Perhaps my voice had a tremor in it, for I was much
wrought upon. Be that as it may, for the first time she lost control
over herself, and she gave way to tears.

"I am afraid, oh, I am afraid," she said.

"You need not be," I said, "no harm shall befall you."

"Oh, but you do not know. You do not know who is by your side, you do
not know what I fear."

"You need not fear to tell me," I said.

"Fear to tell you!" she cried, "but I do. Ay and if it were known that
you walk by my side, and that you seek to befriend me, your life would
be in danger. You do not know why I have consented to come here, you do
not know of what I am accused. Nay, if I told you my name, you would
either drag me back to Folkestone town and tell--" Here she ceased
speaking, as though she were frightened at her own words.

"No I should not," I made answer.

"Why?"

"Because I do not believe you are capable of committing a crime."

At this she laughed aloud. A hard, cruel, bitter laugh.

"You had better go back to your bed, Master Rashcliffe," she said. "You
do not know why I am here, you do not know what my mission is. I will
tell you. I am here because I fear the devil, and because I seek to do
his bidding."

She said this as if through her set teeth, and, as it seemed to me, with
terrible passion. In spite of myself I felt a shiver pass through my
veins. Nevertheless I still pitied her. For be it remembered I was only
twenty-three, and the sight of the maid was in truth piteous. All the
same the words I spoke next were dragged from me almost against my will.

"What!" I cried. "Have you sold yourself to the devil?"

"Ay, Master Rashcliffe, that is it, and I have found him a hard master."

I saw her clench her hands as if in a frenzy, while her eyes gleamed
with a great passion.

"I do not believe in such things," I said, for although many witches had
been burnt in England, even in my time, I had no faith in much of what I
had heard.

"Why do I go up to the old house in Pycroft woods?" she went on. "Is it
for pleasure? Have you not heard it is haunted? I tell you deeds are
done there which would frighten you, brave as you think you are. And I
go because I must. Now had you not better go back and leave me?"

"No," I made answer. "I will accompany you even as I have said."

"But you promised not to hinder me."

"No, I will not hinder you, because, in spite of what you say, I do not
believe evil is in your heart."

"There you make a mistake, Master Rashcliffe. I have evil in my heart.
And it is not without reason. Have you a sister?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"Because if you had you might understand me. If you had a sister, bound
to obey a bad man, as his wife, would she not be justified in having
evil in her heart?"

"His wife?" I cried.

"Ay, his wife!" and at this she laughed bitterly. "Now you see how
useless it is for you to try and help me, for a wife must obey her
husband no matter what he commands her. Do you think I would be here
else? Look!" and she showed me her left hand, where I saw a plain gold
ring.

At this I said nothing, nevertheless I did not in any wise think of
giving up my determination to accompany her.

"You are still determined to enter this old house?" I said quietly.

"I go because I must," she replied.

Without another word I opened the gate and motioned her to pass in.

"You still persist in going?" she said, as if in astonishment, but she
passed through the open gate, while I walked quietly by her side.

It was not easy to keep to the track, but I managed to follow it while
the woman, who I was sure felt glad that I had persisted in accompanying
her, kept near me. How long we walked I do not know. The woods grew
darker and thicker, while the very air we breathed seemed laden with
mystery and dread.

Once or twice I stopped, for I thought I heard footsteps, but as I
listened all was silent.

"Oh, I am afraid," she said again and again. I did not reply to her, for
I had no word of cheer to offer. In truth I was not far from being
afraid myself. An open enemy I could meet as well as another, but the
dreadful silence, with the occasional suggestion of stealthy footsteps,
made my heart grow cold in spite of myself.

At length the track ended in an open space, and then my heart gave a
leap, for a little distance away I saw the dark outline of an old house.
Never until then did I realise how dark and lonesome a human habitation
could be. Not a sound could I hear save the beating of our own hearts,
naught could I see but the grim walls of the time-worn building.

"Look," she whispered fearfully. "Yonder is a light."

She spoke truly, for almost hidden by a large evergreen tree, yet
plainly to be seen was a tiny light.

"That will be Master Pycroft!" I said almost involuntarily.

For answer she only shuddered, and then without saying a word she walked
in the direction of the light.




CHAPTER VI

THE OLD HOUSE AT PYCROFT


Strange as it may seem, I had during the time I had been with this woman
wellnigh forgotten my own desire to enter this old house in the midst of
the Pycroft woods. My own mission had somehow become dim and unreal. My
interest in the strange journey of my companion had been so strong that
nothing else seemed of much importance. Nay more, although my plan of
accompanying her to this place, in order that I might gain knowledge of
the thing I desired to possess, first helped me in my determination, I
had never considered the reasons which should induce her to come hither.
That she went there at the command of the man at the inn was plain
enough, but why he wished her to go I had not even tried to surmise. The
reason for this was, I suppose, owing to the fact that I was carried
away by the excitement of the hour.

Now that we were within sight of the house, however, everything came to
me like a flash of light. I realized that I was not only the companion
of the woman, who at the bidding of her husband travelled to this lonely
house at midnight, but that I had travelled thither that I might also
discover the secret that lay therein. Then another thought struck me.
Might not my own quest be associated with hers? Why did the man send her
hither? It was for no light matter. Coward although I believed him to
be, a midnight journey such as this must have sufficient reasons.
Moreover, how could I help this woman--for this I had determined to
do--unless I knew the reasons of her obedience?

My mind, I remember, was strangely clear at the moment. Excited as I
was, all the issues came to me plainly, and I felt I must form some
plan of action without delay. During the whole journey I had asked her
no questions concerning the inmates of Pycroft Hall. According to the
man in the inn the place was inhabited only by the spirits of the dead.
Solomon the Fool, as he had been called, was dead, and the place had
fallen into ruins. Nevertheless some one lived there. The man at the inn
had said something about an "old man," from whom the woman was to obtain
what he desired. What did this mean? Who was this old man? And what
connection had he with the person to whom Katharine Harcomb had
referred?

All these things whetted my curiosity, and made me determine to
penetrate the secret of the light at the little mullioned window, and to
learn what lay within the grim dark walls. I therefore hurried to the
woman's side.

"Do you realize what you are doing?"

"Ay, I realize."

"But you must not go in there alone."

"Yes, I must go alone."

"No, I shall accompany you."

"You must not. You dare not."

"I must, and I dare," I replied. "I have promised to protect you, and I
shall keep my word."

"Ay, and you promised not to interfere with me," she said. "I have your
word as a gentleman. Besides if you went in there your life would not be
worth a groat. You would never leave it alive."

"Why? Is it the home of a band of robbers?"

"It is the home of darkness. Besides, I must go alone--alone I tell you.
Things are done behind those walls from which you could not protect me,
from which no one can protect me save him who--who will not."

"Then why go?"

"Because I must. Because--but what is that to you? You have accompanied
me hither against my will. You have given me your word of honour not to
hinder me in the work I have to do--to try and learn nothing from me
which I do not wish to tell you."

"I am determined to protect you," I said. "If there is danger there for
me, there is danger for you. Nay more. I am a man and can protect
myself, while you are a woman, weak and helpless."

"Weak and helpless!" She turned to me with flashing eyes as I had seen
her first. "I am neither weak nor helpless," she said angrily. "I do not
carry a sword, but I have weapons of which you know nothing, Master
Rashcliffe. Moreover if you dare to hinder me I will use them, and
perhaps against you."

Was this an empty threat, or was there some meaning behind it? Certainly
she looked as though she might carry her words into effect, and I
realized that although she had been moved to tears during the journey,
she was no weak, helpless creature, but a strong woman, capable and
self-reliant. It came to me then, moreover, as I have discovered since,
that it must have been something beyond the ordinary to cause her to
obey the man at the inn in this matter, even although he exercised a
husband's control over her. Still I was not to be daunted by a woman's
anger, and I answered calmly but firmly--

"I will keep to my words," I said; "I will ask you no questions which
you do not desire to answer; but because I am determined to protect you
I will discover the secret of this house."

At this she looked steadily in my face again, and by this time there was
sufficient light for her to see my features plainly.

"Then let me tell you this," she said quietly. "If you seek to enter
with me you will place me in danger. You will,--but never mind. If you
desire to befriend me, I beseech you not to enter with me. Even now,
even by being with you here, I may be writing my own death warrant. Oh,
you do not know, you do not know! If you desire to go there," and here
she pointed towards the light that still twinkled from the window, "well
go, although I would beseech you never to seek to penetrate those walls.
But do not come with me now. If you do I am undone."

She spoke in a low tone, scarcely above a whisper, but there was such
intensity in her voice, almost amounting to agony, that my heart failed
me. Moreover I considered that if I went with her I should not be able
to discover the thing I desired. I reflected that above everything my
work must be done in secret, and to go with her would be out of accord
with the plans I had been formulating.

"Has the person who caused the light to shine there power over you?" I
asked.

"I will answer you nothing. Find out what you will and how you will, but
do not seek to go with me."

I do not think she fully realized what she was saying, so eager was she
to be alone. I could see that she desired at all costs to be rid of me,
and at that moment I thought of a plan whereby I could seemingly yield
to her desires and still have my own way.

"But what would you have me do?" I asked.

"You desire to help me?"

"Yes. I have said so. Nay, I am determined to protect you."

She hesitated a second.

"Then stay here until I return. I shall not be long, at least I do not
think so."

"But if you are in danger there?"

"If I am, and I need your help, I will cry out loud enough for you to
hear me."

"Then I may enter?"

"Then you may enter--yes, if you can."

There was mockery in her tones, but it was the mockery of despair.

"Very well," I replied quietly, "I will obey."

She looked at me eagerly.

"And you will not interfere with me?"

"No."

"And you will remain here hidden from sight?"

"I will stay outside, hidden from sight, but I shall be near to help in
case of need."

She heaved a sigh as I spoke, a sigh with a tremble in it, and I knew
she feared to do the work that lay before her, whatever it might be. But
she did not hesitate. Walking in the direction of the house, which was
about a musket shot away, I saw her walk steadily across the open space
that lay between me and the house, and a little later was lost behind
the dark shrubs that grew close to what I thought looked like the
entrance to the building.

I waited in silence, straining every nerve to catch the least approach
of sound, and presently heard the sound of voices. After that all became
silent. The light still shone from the window, which as I have said was
partly hidden by an evergreen tree that grew near. The fever of
discovery was now hot upon me. I remembered the woman's words, "Find out
what you can, and how you will, but do not seek to go with me," and I
determined to act upon them. Evidently she believed that I could
discover nothing from the outside, but I believed otherwise. It was this
belief which caused me to yield to her wishes and remain outside. No
sooner, therefore, did the sound of voices cease than I went stealthily
across what had at one time been a lawn towards the evergreen tree I had
seen growing near the window. I saw in a moment that it suited my
purpose, and a few seconds later I was perched on a branch on a level
with the window from which the light had been shining, but which was now
dark even as the others were. This, as may be imagined, ruined my plans.
My desire had been to look through the window, and so watch what took
place in the room, and now everything had come to naught. Still I
waited. I reflected that the light meant some living person in the room.
It suggested that whoever lived in the old house used this part of it as
a dwelling place. Even if the light was gone now it might be brought
back presently, and I had plenty of time to wait. Meanwhile I placed
myself in a position to watch the window, while the trunk of the tree
was such an excellent protection that any one could pass under it, and
look up at it, without ever dreaming that I was there. As far as I could
judge the tree was about twenty yards from the house, thus while it was
not near enough for me to hear much, it enabled me to see clearly.

I had not been there more than a minute when a light shot from the
window again, and I was enabled to see the interior of the room. But
this was of no great use to me, even although I saw on a table many
things which were strange to me, and which even now I cannot describe.
What was of interest to me was an old man carrying a candle. I could not
see his face as plainly as I desired, for the panes of glass were small,
while in the centre of each one was a large lump which wellnigh blurred
any object which lay behind. Presently, however, I saw that one of the
panes had been broken, and by means of this I was able to see clearly.
But my range of vision was narrowed. As I have said the panes of glass
were small, and so I could not see the whole of the room; still, by
means of supporting myself by holding the trunk of the tree and
stretching as far as I could in each direction, I was able to obtain a
view of a large part of the room.

After some trouble, therefore, I could see the old man's face more
plainly. I saw that he was very old and looked dirty and unkempt beyond
relief, his hair being in tangled wisps over his shoulders, while his
beard seemed to wellnigh reach his waist. But old as he was there were
no signs of decrepitude. His movements were quick and decided. His hands
were steady, while there was an eager look on his face. His eyes were
wellnigh hidden by his huge overhanging forehead and his bushy eyebrows,
but as far as I could judge his sight was not dim.

No sooner had he entered than he was followed by another form. This I
saw in spite of the badly made glass, but who it was I was not sure. It
might have been a man, or a woman--I could not tell.

"The night is cold, come near the fire."

I heard these words plainly, but that was practically all I did hear
during the time I was there. As I have said, the tree on which I was
perched was twenty yards from the window, and except on this one
occasion nearly everything was said in a low voice.

But his words enabled me to see who the other occupant of the room was,
for at his behest the woman whom I had accompanied almost all the way
from Folkestone town came to a part in the room where I could see her
plainly. She had thrown off her headgear, and the heavy cloak which she
had worn, and when I saw her there I wondered more than ever what
business she could have with this old man. I have said that I thought
she was young when I saw her at first, but in the light of the candle
which fell straight upon her face she did not look more than nineteen
years old. Her hair had been disarranged by her journey, but I saw that
it lay in curling richness over her head. In colour it was glossy
brown, which was very near chestnut around the temples. Her features
seemed to me the most noble I had ever gazed upon. It reminded me more
of what I had read of the old Greek goddesses than of an Englishwoman.
Every feature was clearly cut, and but for the look which seemed to me
like despair which gleamed from her eyes, and rested on her face, I
thought she would be beautiful beyond any one I had ever seen.

Presently they both drew near the fireplace, and both stood within the
range of my vision at the same time. Then the strangeness of the
situation came to me more vividly than ever. The old man with his long
tangled locks of white hair, his head sunk in between his shoulders, his
long beard wellnigh reaching the middle of his body, and with eager
angry looks flashing from his deep sunk eyes, and the woman young and
beautiful, her face clearly outlined, but pale as death, her hair like a
flashing nimbus around her head, and her eyes fixed on the strange
specimen of humanity before her.

As I have said, I could catch little or nothing of the purport of the
conversation; but I saw that both looked eager and determined. Presently
after the woman had been speaking the man shrugged his shoulders, and
laughed mockingly. He spread out his large bony hands deprecatingly and
I could see from the expression on his face that he was telling her that
it was impossible to grant the request.

Then she changed her attitude. She appeared to be angry and to threaten
him. I saw her lift her right hand and point at him with her forefinger.
She seemed also to be urging something that made him afraid, for I saw
him look around the room like a man in fear. But this was only for a
moment. By the time she had finished speaking he had regained his former
self-possession and seemed to regard her threats as so many idle words.

Then I thought they changed places. He seemed to be making some request
of her, a request which I thought put fear into her heart, although she
yielded not to him. If she could not make him bend to her will neither
could he make her bend to his. What impressed me, moreover, was the
courage of this young girl. For although she might be the wife of the
man at the inn, ay, and even obeyed him in unreasonable requests, she
held her ground boldly before this old man living in the lonely house in
the midst of the Pycroft woods. But the wonder of it was to me beyond
words. A young girl fighting for her ends against this weird looking old
man. What was the meaning of it?

Presently their conversation seemed to change again. I saw her point to
the curious looking things which lay on the table, and this drew my
attention to what seemed to me like glass tubes, several strange looking
vases, and, what was to me more strange and mysterious still, two human
skulls. As she spoke he took up one of the skulls, and as far as I could
judge began to tell her something of the horrible thing which he held in
his hand.

To this she seemed to say something as if in protest for I heard his
answer, in a harsh cracked voice.

"Let them. They who would harm me must know my secrets, and they who
would know my secrets must penetrate the depths of this old brain. And
can they, ah, can they?"

Her reply to this did not reach me plainly, but I gathered that she told
him of men who for dealing with the powers of darkness had suffered at
the stake.

"Burn me!" he cried, and his voice reached me clearly. "Let them try.
Before a man is burnt, he confesses, and I would confess! Ay, I would
confess such things as would bring many a high head low. Judges, judges.
Ay, but who is the judge that would dare to anger me?"

He shook his fist angrily, while his long beard waved to and fro as he
shook his head in rage.

After this I could gather nothing for a long time. Sometimes they moved
to another part of the room and then I could see nothing but dim blurred
figures behind the thick uneven glass, while their voices only reached
me in low mutterings.

After a time they moved near the fireplace again, and then I saw another
look upon the girl's face. I saw fear and anxiety which I had not noted
before. Evidently he had told her of something, or she had somehow
discovered something, that moved her more deeply than anything which had
gone before. The look on her face was pleading, and she held up her
hands beseechingly. I saw, too, that the old man was evidently well
pleased with himself, for I heard him give utterance to a pleased little
cackle, which he intended for a laugh.

[Illustration: "I saw that the girl had fallen on her knees."]

"And if I do, and if I do, little Constance, what then?"

Again she spoke eagerly, passionately I thought, while the look on his
face became more and more full of self-satisfaction.

"Ah, ah," I heard him cackle, "so you discover that Old Solomon still
hath his wits, eh? That his bow hath many strings, eh? That he hath not
sold himself to the devil for naught, eh? Ah, ah, but it does an old
man's heart good to see you, pretty little Constance."

I had discovered her name at last. Constance. At that time I could think
of nothing sweeter, even although it was spoken by this withered,
wrinkled old man in tones of ribaldry and mocking. Put it down to my
youth if you will, but the knowledge of her name made me long to be her
friend more than ever.

I looked away towards the eastward sky, and saw a faint glow in the
horizon. Evidently morning was drawing near. In another hour the sun
would have risen, and I began to wonder how the strange visit would end;
but in another moment the thought of morning was driven from me, for I
saw that the girl had fallen on her knees before the strange old
creature. I caught no words, but that she pleaded with him was evident,
while more than once I heard her sobbing. I saw too that he seemed to be
relenting, nay, I thought I saw even tenderness on his creased
forbidding face, which was followed by a look of cunning.

"And if I do, what then?" I heard him say.

But of her answer I caught nothing, although I strained every nerve to
catch even the faintest sound.

"More than that, more than that, pretty Constance," I heard him say.
"Obedience, my pretty bird, obedience!"

And now I saw a look of terror in her eyes, yet did she keep on pleading
until the old man seemed to make up his mind to grant her request.

I saw him leave the room, while she stood like one transfixed. She was
standing where the light shone straight upon her face, so that I could
see every feature, but nevertheless I could read no story thereon which
revealed her secret. Courage I saw, tenderness I saw, nay, more it
seemed to realize that it was not her own battle that she was fighting.
What fear she had was not for herself. For who was it then? I could
think of no one save the man at the inn, and there came into my head a
great anger, and a desire to wrest the secret of his power over her from
him.

What led her to the window, I wondered. Was it the faint twitter of the
birds which began to bestir themselves at the rising of the King of Day,
or did she give a thought to me who had promised to wait outside for
her. I saw her place her face close against the glass and look steadily
out. What was in her mind, I asked myself. Did the thought that I was
near give her comfort or help? She could not see me, for it was yet dark
and I was almost hidden by the tree which I had climbed; nevertheless
she kept her face there until she was attracted, even as I had been
attracted, by a noise in the room.

She turned around quickly, and then I saw her move hastily away. She was
now behind the thick uneven glass again, so that I could see nothing
clearly, but I could have sworn that I saw another woman there. What she
was like I could not tell, for she never came to that part of the room
where I could see plainly. A minute later the woman who had been my
companion left the room with the other, while the old man stood watching
the door, with a look of doubt on his face, as if he doubted the wisdom
of what he had done. A moment later he followed them, leaving the room
in utter darkness.




CHAPTER VII

THE MYSTERY OF PYCROFT


I waited a few minutes, but no one came back to the room. Moreover dawn
was now appearing; the birds were singing louder every minute; the
silence of night was dying in the gladsomeness of a new day. I crept
down from the tree, my mind wellnigh bewildered by what I had seen and
heard. When I had left my home two days before I had no idea that I
should so soon be enshrouded in the mists of mystery. Nay, a few hours
before, when I had ridden up to the inn in Folkestone town, I did not
dream that before sunrise new interests and new hopes would arise in my
life. Yet so it was. At sundown my one hope was to find the clue to the
hiding place of the marriage contract of the new king with Lucy Walters,
now, although I had in no way abandoned the mission which inspired me
when I set out, it had become interwoven with other interests which
kindled my imagination and stirred my heart even more.

Who was that old man? Why did he live there all alone? What was the
secret of that old house? What was the link that bound the woman I had
accompanied hither with this strange old creature? Why had she come
hither, and who was that other woman who had come into the room?

These and a hundred other questions haunted my mind as I waited near the
house, while both eyes and ears were open to every sight and sound.
Almost unconsciously I crept away to the spot where I had separated from
the woman, and this place being somewhat higher than the house gave me a
full view of the building.

As day came on, the outlines of the house became more clear to me. I saw
that it could scarcely be called a mansion, while on the other hand it
was larger than a farmer's dwelling, nay for that matter it was
evidently intended as the dwelling place of a man of importance. It was
a low irregular building, built of stone, and was evidently of great
strength. The doors were heavy and iron studded. The mullioned windows
were so constructed that no one could enter through them. Moreover iron
bars obtained everywhere; at no place, as far as I could see, could any
one find an entrance, save at the will of those who dwelt within. An air
of dilapidation reigned. There was no evidence anywhere that the place
was inhabited. The paths were covered with weeds and grass. What were at
one time flower gardens had become a wild mess. The grass grew in large
quantities, while wild flowers were appearing in great profusion. But
nowhere was human care visible.

The spring air blew fresh and cold, and although the birds sang blithely
they did not dispel the feeling of desolation which everywhere reigned.
Had I not seen those two women and the old man I should have said that
Pycroft Hall had been deserted at least ten years. Nothing save birds
and insects betokened life. Not a bark of a dog, or the low of a cow
even, could be heard. All told of lonely desolation.

In spite of myself I shivered. My clothes were wet with dew, and
standing in the shadow of the trees as I was the rays from the rising
sun did not reach me. Like a man dazed I crept to an open spot where the
sun shone, but it seemed to give no heat. Bright spring morning though
it might be it was deathly cold, and more than all, my heart was cold.

I waited in silence, how long I do not know, but it seemed a long time.
Still I remained there, listening for the sound of footsteps, and for
the presence of the woman. I made up my mind concerning the questions I
should ask her. Cunning, searching questions I thought they were, such
as would lead her, unknown to herself, to give me the clue to the secret
which threw a shadow over her life. I planned how I could gain her
confidence, and, presently, by my own wisdom and courage, free her from
the weight which I felt sure was crushing her.

Meanwhile the sun rose higher and higher. The day was now fully come,
and yet neither sight nor sound reached me.

"What is the meaning of this?" I asked myself. "She promised to cry out
if she were in danger. She told me to wait for her."

I called to mind that she had said nothing concerning her future plans,
or of her return to the inn at Folkestone. Then a thought came into my
mind which dismayed me and determined me to take action. I therefore
left the spot where I had been standing and crept closer and closer to
the house. I did not keep within sight of the windows. I feared to do
so, not for my own sake but for hers, even although I did not know what
harm I should be doing her by exposing myself to sight. Still I
remembered how eagerly she had pleaded with me not to enter the house
with her. I judged she was anxious that I should not be seen by the man
with whom she had an interview that night.

I was not long in discovering, however, that my precautions were
needless. No one appeared, and all was silent. Presently growing bolder
I walked around the building. There was no sign that any living being
save myself was near. Every door, every window was closed and bolted,
and as I listened the silence of death seemed to reign in the old home
of the Pycrofts.

"She is gone," I cried out like one bewildered, "but whither hath she
gone? what hath happened to her?" But only the deathly silence of the
deserted house made answer to the question which had unwittingly come to
my lips.

At first I could scarcely realize it, and I could not help believing
that the dread calamity at which she had hinted had befallen her while
in the company of the man.

Presently I climbed to one of the windows, some of the panes of which
were broken, and looked in. I saw only an empty and deserted room. It
looked very dreary just then, although I doubt not that at one time it
had rung with joyous revelry. It was a large dining hall, oak panelled
and oak ceiled. The chimney piece, moreover, although black with age and
smoke, was quaintly carved, while there were many other indications that
the builders of Pycroft Hall were people who loved things tasteful and
pleasant to behold. I placed my ear to the broken pane also, but no
sound could I hear. A silence like unto that of death reigned.

At this time all through which I had passed through the night seemed
like a dream, and I felt like doubting the things which I have here set
down. Especially was this so when, emboldened by the continuous silence,
I gave a shout, which echoed and re-echoed through the forsaken rooms.

"What hath happened to her?" I asked myself again and again, and each
time I asked the question the more difficult did the answer become.

Presently I took a more commonplace view of the matter. "Doubtless she
hath gone back to Folkestone," I said to myself; "perchance, moreover,
the other woman I saw hath gone back with her, while the old man hath
accompanied them a part of the way. After all the woman did not promise
to return to me. She did not ask me to accompany her; rather it was
against her will that she allowed me to walk by her side. Perhaps if I
make haste I shall overtake them before they reach the _Barley Sheaf_."

But although I said this I did not leave the place at the time the
determination was born in my mind. There still remained lingering doubts
whether she was not immured in this lonely house, and whether she might
not even then be needing my aid. But after I had again made a journey
around the building, I was led to the conclusion that it was deserted. I
would have given much to have entered, so that I might have set my
doubts at rest, but as I have said, every door was closed and bolted,
while every window was so barricaded that no man might enter except
after great preparations.

I therefore presently turned back disappointed and weary; the woman, the
pathway of whose life I had so strangely crossed, had willed to go away
without telling me whither she had gone, or perchance she had been
compelled to do the will of the man with whom I had seen her in the room
opposite the fir tree.

There seemed no reason why I should trouble about this, yet I did. A
great weight rested upon my heart and, even when I had left the Pycroft
woods and was out on the main road again and saw the clear blue sky
above me, I was oppressed by what had taken place and I accused myself
of being unfaithful to the promise I had made.

What o'clock it was when I reached Folkestone town I know not, but it
was yet early, for but few people were stirring, neither did the inmates
of the tavern seem to have aroused themselves from the carousal of the
previous night. I found the main door opened, however, so I entered as
carelessly as I was able, in the hope that if any one appeared I might
give the impression that I had gone out for an early morning walk. But
no man molested me as I found my way to the chamber which had been
allotted to me, neither could I hear a sound coming from the adjoining
room. All was perfectly still.

I went into the corridor and listened intently, but no man stirred. If
the man, the thought of whom aroused angry feelings in my heart, slept
near me, he must have slept as peacefully as a child.

After a time I heard the sound of bustle and movement in the rooms
beneath me, and then, although the thought of food had never entered my
mind during the night, I felt a great hunger. I therefore made my way
down stairs, where great steaks of ham fresh from the frying pan were
speedily set before me.

"A fine morning," I said to the maid who brought them.

"Ay, it feels like summer," she replied.

"Are there many people here who have been sleeping at the inn to-night."

"I dunnow," and with that she left the room.

I thought the maid desired not to answer my question, but this, while it
aroused suspicions in my mind did not keep me from eating a hearty
breakfast. Moreover, I felt neither tired nor sleepy. My journey of ten
miles, my long watching and waiting, seemed to have affected me not one
whit, and when I had finished breakfast I had no more weariness than
when I had left my home two days before. In spite of my anxiety, too, I
felt strangely light of heart, and as the sunlight streamed into the
room I found myself humming a song.

"Good morning to you, young master, and a good appetite."

It was the landlord who spoke, the very man I wanted to see.

"The same to you Master Landlord," I replied.

"Ay, but I spoiled my appetite an hour ago, young master. An innkeeper
must needs be an early riser."

"Ay, I suppose so," I made answer, blessing my stars that the man had
given me the very opening which I desired. "Doubtless some of your
guests have taken leave of you this morning."

"As to that, no, young master."

"Ah, no one has left you to-day?"

"No, not to-day."

"That is lucky for me," I said, "for I had fears lest one of your guests
whom I wanted to see had left before I had a chance of speaking to him."

"And which might that be, if I am not making too bold in asking?" he
said, and I thought his eyes searched my face curiously.

"The Cavalier who rode up last night with a lady."

"Ah, but which?"

"I saw but one," I made answer. "He came up even while the groom was
unsaddling my own horse. A tall man, with black hair just turning grey.
He wore a grey feather in his hat, and his sword was jewel hilted."

"That description might apply to many a traveller who puts up here," he
replied. "His name, young master, his name?"

"As to his name," I replied, for here the man had found a weak place in
my armour, "well there may be reasons for not mentioning it."

"I have naught to do with nameless wanderers, young master, and thank
God the country will have less than ever to do with them since England's
true king is coming back. Each traveller who comes to this inn gives his
name as a gentleman should. It is well known for five miles around, ay,
fifty for that matter, among those who travel, that _The Barley Sheaf_
bears a name second to none. Its sack is of the best, its company the
best, while neither footpad nor traitor is ever welcomed within its
walls."

The man spoke as I thought with unnecessary warmth. There seemed no
reason why he should be so anxious to defend the character of the house
before a youth like myself, who made no charge against it.

"Methinks he does protest too much," I said to myself, calling to mind
the words of Master Will Shakespeare, whose writings had been little
read during Cromwell's time, but whose plays I had often read with much
delight. Still I remembered my father's advice, and determined to arouse
no suspicion in his mind.

"I heard of that before I came hither," I replied. "As to the sack, and
the company, I made acquaintance with both last night, and that with
rare pleasure. Nevertheless a man doth not blazon his name on the walls
of every inn he enters. Even King Charles II, who is expected to land at
Dover before many days are over, had often to enter places like this
under an assumed name, as every one knows right well. And, even although
times will be changed at his return, it may be that many a man, while he
may give his name to such as yourself, will not care to shout it aloud
to the tapster or the ostler."

"Ay there is reason in that," replied the innkeeper, "and I perceive
that young as you are you are a gentleman of rare wit."

"As to that, mine host," I made answer, "I may not boast, still I have
wit enough to know that it may not always be best to speak names aloud
in an inn, although the king will be in England soon."

"God bless King Charles II, and down with all psalm-singing traitors,"
he cried fervently.

"Amen to that," I cried; "down with all traitors whether they sing
psalms or no. But to come to my question, since the worshipful gentleman
whom I have described hath not had the misfortune to be obliged to leave
this hospitable house, I trust you will take my name to him, with the
request that I may enjoy a few minutes of his company."

"You mean the gentleman who rode a grey horse with a grey feather in his
hat, and carried a jewelled hilted sword?"

"Ay, I mean him. He was accompanied by a lady, who wore a long cloak,
and whose face was wellnigh hidden by her headgear; I heard him ask you
for private rooms as he entered."

"But did you not know?"

"Know what?"

"That he left last night at midnight."

"At midnight?"

"Ay, a messenger came bearing him important news, and although the lady
had gone to bed he had to arouse her, ay, and the ostler too for that
matter. Both their horses were saddled, and they rode away at one o' th'
clock, but whither they have gone I know not."

At this I was silent, for I knew that the man had told a lie.

"But what would you?" continued the innkeeper. "We shall have bustling
times now, and the innkeeper's trade will be brisk, so he must not
grumble. Besides, he paid his count like a prince, and would not take
the silver change which he could rightfully claim."

Now this brought me to a deadlock, as can be seen. I dared not ask
direct questions, first because I did not wish to arouse suspicions, and
next because I feared by so doing I should shew my state of utter
ignorance concerning the man about whom I inquired. Still when one is
twenty-three one does not lack confidence, and youth will dare to rush
bareheaded where an older man would hesitate to enter with a steel
head-cap.

"Ah, I would I had known," I replied. "I could perhaps have told him
that his danger was not so great as he imagined."

At this he started like one surprised, while his eyes flashed a look of
inquiry.

"Danger?" he said questioningly. "What danger, young sir?"

"Better not give it a name," I made answer. "Besides I do not know how
much he hath told you, and I would betray no man's secrets. Solomon said
many wise things and wrote them down in a book, and Solomon, whom some
call a fool," here I stopped, and looked into his face, "although his
writings are placed among the holy Scriptures, said that there was a
time to hold one's peace as well as to speak."

"Solomon had many ways of obtaining knowledge," he said, almost timidly
I thought.

"Ay, some have said that they were means known only to himself."

I could have sworn that the man trembled. Whether I was getting any
nearer the truth or no I knew not, but I was sure that my words were
construed by the innkeeper in such a way that he fancied I was the
possessor of the secret he had sought to hide. Still the man doubted me,
and he did not seem inclined to offer any information.

"God save King Charles II," he said, as though he thought I doubted his
loyalty.

"Amen to that," I replied. Then I continued quietly, still watching him:
"Charles is a good name, whether borne by a king or another man."

Now whether he was too thick in the head to understand the drift of my
words, or whether I was on the wrong track I know not; whatever may be
the truth he suddenly left the room, craving pardon for leaving me so
abruptly, and assuring me that he had many things to attend to that
morning.

Alone again, I had time to collect my thoughts. The landlord's
communication if true, left me more in the dark than ever. That he had
told me lies I knew, but whether it was a lie that the man had left the
inn I had not yet been able to discover. I called to mind the words I
had heard spoken in the bedchamber next to my own, and remembered that
the man had told the woman to return early in the morning before any one
was astir. Would he, having given such commands, depart at midnight
leaving her alone and helpless?

In truth the mystery in which I had become involved seemed to entangle
me more than ever. Then I called myself a fool for not taking a
necessary step, and one which would have occurred immediately to any one
that was not half-witted.

I hurried to the stables, and there I found that, whether the landlord
had spoken truly or no, the horses which had brought the man and woman
the previous night were gone. Only my own stood there eating her fill of
oats. I went to her and patted her, and then looked round for some
evidence which might tell me how long it was since the others were taken
away. But nothing could I see. The stable was cleaned, and every mark
that they had been there was taken away.

The ostler entered as I made the examination.

"No horses here beside mine, ostler?"

"No sir; I had to get up in the middle of the night to saddle two which
came about the same time as yours. I was rare and tired too. But there
was a lady in the question, and you are old enough to know that what a
woman wills will have to be."

"Ay," I replied with a laugh, wondering whether his information had not
been given at the command of the innkeeper.

I therefore pretended to take no further notice of the fellow;
nevertheless I kept him within sight, and presently when I saw him go up
to the landlord, as though he had some special communication to make, I
drew my own conclusions.

Nevertheless I was at my wits' end what to do. I had done all that was
in my power, but as yet I had found out nothing. The man and the woman
had crossed my path, and the man had gone without my speaking a word to
him. But the case of the woman was different. I had seen her and spoken
to her. I had heard the note of pain and anguish in her voice, I had
watched her face as she spoke with the old man at Pycroft Hall, the man
who my father believed held the secret of the king's marriage. But she
had gone, leaving no trace behind. What was the meaning of it all? I
wandered over the cliffs which border the sea at Folkestone, and
presently my thoughts became more clear. If the old man possessed the
secret of the king's marriage he also possessed the secret of the
woman's life. It was true I had not been able to enter Pycroft Hall that
morning but it might be that he would again visit it during the night.
Well I would go to the old place again that night, and if the light
shone at the window, I would demand admittance and then trust to my own
courage and wit to meet whatever I might happen to see.




CHAPTER VIII

HOW I ENTERED PYCROFT


Directly I had made up my mind to pay a second visit to Pycroft Hall my
spirits rose, and my heart grew warm. The thought of meeting the weird
old creature, and speaking with him face to face, stirred my blood, and
kindled my imagination. Moreover, for the first time the new king's
marriage contract became real to me. For what did not come to me through
the night came to me on the cliffs. And this I have found since then; it
is when I have a sense of freedom that I am able to think. When I am
beneath tall trees, or imprisoned within stone walls, my mind refuses to
grasp the issues of things. But when I stand in the light, in God's open
places, not only does my natural vision widen, but also the vision of
mind and soul becomes more keen and has greater range. The thoughts
which a man thinks in the dark, and in cramped places, are smaller than
those which come to him beneath the great dome of the sky, when the wind
blows free, and naught belittles his sight. At least this hath always
been the case with me. When I would think the best thoughts I am capable
of thinking, I long to live in a large place where the sunlight is
strong.

Through the night I had wondered blindly what drew the woman to Pycroft
Hall, and what was in the man's mind who sent her there, but no answer
came to me. Now, as I walked along the cliffs, in sight of the great sea
whose waters flashed brightly in the light of the early summer's sun, I
thought of many reasons. And this among others: If my father, and
Katharine Harcomb, and Lucy Walters' mother had heard of Pycroft Hall,
and of Elijah Pycroft, why not others? If I had been led to try and
obtain power over the king might not others? If the man who had sent
the woman to Pycroft at night were Sir Charles Denman, a man upon whom
the king's anger rested, would he not desire to move heaven and earth to
possess a secret whereby he could make terms with his monarch? If I had
heard of the king's marriage contract he also had heard of it, and had
sent his wife to obtain knowledge of the thing. But why had he sent her?
To this many answers came. For one thing he was afraid, and for another
he believed that this beauteous woman would succeed where he had failed.
Besides his power over her was great. She also lived in great fear, and
he used that fear in order to make her obey his behests.

All this seemed so natural that I called myself a fool for not thinking
of it before. Why had I allowed my opportunities to slip through my
hands? Besides, might not the woman have succeeded? What was the meaning
of the other woman entering? And more, whither had they gone?

But this did not trouble me much. There was no sign of victory on the
woman's face. Had she gained possession of such papers she would have
revealed her victory, whereas I had seen her face the moment before the
other woman had appeared, and it told only of yearnings and the shadow
of a great fear.

I am putting down these thoughts here, so that those who may hap to read
this may see the position in which I was placed, and the difficulties
that stood in my way. I am aware also that those whose thoughts are
clearer, and whose minds are better balanced than mine, may have good
reason for thinking that I had acted foolishly, and had taken altogether
the wrong way to accomplish my purpose. I would have them remember,
however, that I was but a lad of twenty-three, and that youth is not
famed for its discretion. Moreover, as I look back now, I wonder what I
could have done whereby I could better have accomplished the thing I had
set out to accomplish.

Before I had been on the cliffs an hour, I had made my plans, and these
I started to carry out without delay. First of all I went back to the
stable and had my horse saddled, and having ridden four miles in the
direction of Pycroft Hall, I cast my eyes around in the hope of seeing
some one. But no one was in sight. The neighbourhood was thinly
inhabited. Not a horseman was to be seen on the road, not a labourer was
working in the fields. I found out afterwards that practically the whole
country side had emptied itself in order to be present at the landing of
the king at Dover. That not knowing the exact day of his coming they had
gone to Dover a few days in advance so that they might be certain to be
there to give him a royal welcome. In truth I found out that for a full
week before the king came the town of Dover was a huge fair, and that
revelry continued from midnight to midnight without ceasing.

Presently, however, I caught sight of a man who was cutting wood by one
of the fences some distance away, whereupon I rode across the fields to
the place where he was.

He looked at me attentively, and then held the tool with which he worked
in such a way that I imagined he thought I meant to attack him.

"You be young for your work, young master," he said, eyeing me grimly.

"Why?" I asked pleasantly.

"Otherwise you would never come to a working man who has not a groat in
his pouch," he replied.

"Why, you think I am a footpad?" I asked.

"Else why should you gallop across hedges and ditches as though the
devil were behind you? Eh, young man, give it up. It only ends in the
gallows, and it must be a fearful life to live, always seeing the rope's
end dangling before your eyes."

"Instead of wanting to take your groats from you, my man, I will e'en
give you one instead. Nay, believe me, I am peaceably inclined, and
instead of being a highwayman I am making inquiries about an old house
which I am told is empty, and which may perchance be for sale."

Again he looked at me, and then touched his hat respectfully.

"You be from London, young master?"

"I left London less than a week ago," I replied. "I have come in search
of a house, and I have been told there is one near here, which being
empty and forsaken, a man might buy cheaply."

"The name o't, young master?" he said questioningly.

"It is called Pycroft, or some such name," I replied.

"And is it Pycroft you thought of buying, young master?"

"Rather, I am come to ask questions about it."

At this he laughed. "No man will ever live at Pycroft," he said.

"Why? Is not the house a good one?"

"It's the company, not the house I was thinking of."

"The company?"

"Many and many's the one who has thought of living at Pycroft, but no
man hath dared. Through the day it's right eno', but at night the
trouble begins. There is not a witch for twenty miles around but gets
her marks at Pycroft; there's not a witches' revel but is held there,
and as every man knows after they have met at their revels the devilry
begins. The corn is blighted, the cows give no milk, the murrain blights
the stock, children have the rickets, and everything goes wrong. I have
heard that it can be bought for an old song, but no man will buy it.
Through the day it seems all quiet and restful, but at night-time blue
fires have been seen there, awful smells come from there, ay, and the
devil hath been seen there."

These last words the man spoke with a shudder.

"It is said," he went on, "that the parson, who is a man of God if ever
there was one, and who is death on wizards and witches, is going to
appeal to the new king to have it blown up with gunpowder, so that we
may have peace and quietness again, and so that farmers may sow their
corn without fear that it will be blighted before harvest comes."

"But what is the cause of all this?"

"Ah, you are not from these parts, and have never learnt Solomon the
Fool lived there. Who he was nobody knows, but he came there long years
agone before I came to live in this parish, and I have heard that he had
dealings with the Pope o' Rome. Anyhow, some said that his life was in
danger, and in order to be match for all the world he sold himself to
the devil."

At this I could not help laughing, for although such stories were
generally believed in, that which I had seen the night before drove such
thoughts from me.

"Ay, you may laugh, young master, but it is no laughing matter. For
years he did things which no one can explain, and all sorts of things
happened. Then one day he died."

"Died!"

"Ay, it must be ten years agone now, and ever since then no man will go
near it after sundown. While the sun shines the devil dare not go there;
but after dark Old Solomon and the devil do come back, and there Old
Solomon do plead with the devil to give him back his soul."

Again I could not help smiling, even although the man's face was pale
with fear.

"Ay, young master, but let me tell you this: One night three of the
strongest men in these parts were over at the _Queen's Head_, in the
parish of St. John, drinking. You may have heard of them even in London.
Three brothers, and each man of them stood over six foot and a half
high. Well, they declared after they had each drunk a quart of strong
ale that they feared nothing under heaven. Then the landlord made a bet
that they dared not go and spend the hours from eleven to one o'clock in
the middle of the night at Pycroft. Well they took the bet, for five
pounds it was, and the next night Jack, and Jim, and Tom Turtle started
for Pycroft. A lot of us walked with them to the gates, and although we
were in great fear we waited for them to return. We comforted ourselves
by trying to sing psalms and saying our prayers, as the parson advised
us to do. But we didn't have to wait two hours, young master. Before
midnight they was back to us again, and each of them was trembling like
an aspen leaf."

"Why, what did they see?"

"Ay, master, we could never get that from them, except by little bits.
One spoke of blue flames, another told of howling, another said he had
seen Old Solomon come to life again, and he chased them through the
woods. The next day, when they told the parson, he went up there; but
naught could he see. Every door was locked and barred, every window was
fastened."

"And were there any evidences that any one had been there through the
night?"

"Ay, there were; the parson saw footmarks which were half the footmarks
of a man, and half of a beast. But that was not all. When the parson
tried to look into the place, through a window where a small pane of
glass was broken, he smelt brimstone--brimstone, young master. And since
then the parson hath it that while a man may be safe to go there while
the sun is shining, ten chances to one but he will be met with the devil
after sundown. And so no man will buy the house master, and no man will
go there after dark."

"But from whom did this old man Solomon get the house?" I asked.

"It is said that he was one of the Pycrofts, but I know not. Some have
it that old Lord Denman had it at one time, but I do not know. Others
say there's a spell cast upon it. Certain it is that the parson says
that on a huge stone near the front door these words are carved--

    A Pycroft built this house
    In the hardest of stone,
    And the mortar was truly mixed
    With a Pycroft's blood and bone,
    If another here would live
    Because of a well-lined purse,
    The mortar shall become
    The buyer's lasting curse."

In spite of myself the labourer's talk made me pause, but I was not the
son of my father for naught. The teaching of a lifetime was not to be
destroyed because of an ignorant man's vain babbling, and I held to my
resolution to visit the old place again that night. I therefore
presently rode back, and after a hearty meal I fell asleep, from which I
did not wake till sundown.

I gathered that no one asked any questions why I was there; in truth,
every man seemed too much interested in the coming of the king and the
changes that would be wrought in the land to trouble aught about me; so,
telling the landlord that I should not be back until late, I left the
inn about an hour after sundown and took a roundabout road to Pycroft.
Moreover, I took good heed that I was not followed, and by an hour
before midnight I had entered the dark woods that grew around the lonely
house.

Now, although I had carried a brave heart during daylight, I was not
able to choke down my fears in the darkness. I have been told that
nature hath given me firm nerves; moreover, I can meet a danger as well
as another man without shewing fear, but once within the shadow of the
woods which surrounded the haunted house I confess that my heart
wellnigh failed me. The stories which the labourer had related came back
to me with great vividness, so that before I had come within sight of
the house I seemed to be surrounded with all sorts of grinning things,
some of which lured me on, while others warned me against going farther.
The cracking of every twig made my heart beat faster, the twitter of a
startled bird told me that I was in a domain where the devil held his
revels and where spirits of darkness worked their will.

Still I determined to go forward. I was calm enough to know that on the
morrow I should laugh at these fancies, and that, did they hinder me
from carrying out my plans now, I should all my life accuse myself of
being a poltroon. Besides, what report should I have to give to my
father, the man who knew no fear and who would be ashamed of a son who
believed in old wives' fables? So I set my teeth firmly together and
trudged my way through the darkness, stopping every now and then to
listen if any one was near.

Never shall I forget my journey along that lonely pathway, for as I look
back now, it seems to mark an era in my life. But of that I must not
speak now: I will tell my story in as straightforward a way as I am
able, so that those who read may judge for themselves. And yet, if I
felt fear, I maintain that it was no wonder, for my experiences were not
those with which a man meets every day. Besides, I had but three days
left my home, where I had lived an uneventful life, and now to be cast
alone amidst mystery and danger was a matter of no small moment.

Presently I emerged from the woods into the open space where the woman
and I had stood on the previous night. I could see the moon, but it
seemed to sail in a hazy light, while around it was a great ring. Not a
sound could I hear. The songs of the birds had ceased; not an insect
moved its wings: all nature seemed asleep. After waiting a few moments,
scarce daring to look around me, I heard a sound like that of a distant
sigh; but it might have been only the night wind soughing through the
treetops, or it might have been only my own fancy. At length I dared to
look towards the house; but all was darkness, or at least so it seemed.
Then I noted that I stood on a different place from that on which I had
been standing when I had parted from the woman the night before, and it
might be that some angle hid the window I had seen then.

I therefore crept along the brushwood until I reached the same place,
and then my heart gave a great bound. There, half hidden by the tree I
had climbed, was a light shining from the window.

In a minute my ghostly fears vanished. What was the meaning of it all I
did not know, but I determined that I would find out before the night
was over. It is true I called to mind some of the things I had read in
the writings of Master Will Shakespeare, as well as passages from the
Holy Scriptures, all of which spoke with certainty concerning those who
possessed familiar spirits; but these influenced me not one jot at the
time. The light shone from the window as it had shone the night before,
and in all probability the same old man occupied the room.

I therefore went swiftly across the open space towards the tree I have
spoken of, and before one might well count twenty I had climbed to the
branch whereon I had aforetime rested, and so again obtained view of the
chamber. This I did because I feared to seek admission without taking
precautions. If others were there as well as the old man, I might have
to adopt methods different from those I should make use of if he were
alone. I reflected that if what the woman Katharine Harcomb had told my
father were true, and that the king's marriage contract were hidden in
the house, he would guard it carefully. It was of too much importance to
treat lightly. What I did, therefore, must be done warily, neither must
I foolishly and with youthful wilfulness be led to betray myself.

As I have said, therefore, I again climbed the tree, and obtained a view
of the chamber, and ere long saw the old man seated at a table, and by
the aid of a lamp was reading some scrolls, which he had spread out
before him. I watched him a few moments in silence, noting the eager
look upon his face, and the evident ardour with which he sought to
understand the writing on the parchment before him. Presently I saw him
take certain powders from a drawer, and place them in a pot, into which
he also poured some liquid. This done, he placed the pot on the fire,
and watched the liquid with great care.

It was at this time that I determined to seek entrance. But how? I knew
that every door was securely bolted, every window barricaded. If I was
to enter, therefore, it must be by strategy. If the woman had obtained
admission the previous night there seemed no reason why the door could
not be opened to me. But what were the means she had used? I called
myself a fool for not following her, and thus learning the means she had
used; but that was futile now. Wisdom after a thing has happened is
generally foolishness, and so I ransacked my brains in thinking of what
she must have done.

I have not set it down in these pages, but I did remember the previous
night that, when the woman drew near the house, I heard a noise like the
cry of a screech-owl. At the time I put it down to the night bird, but
now it occurred to me that it might have been a means whereby she
obtained entrance. At any rate, it could do no harm, and therefore I
slid silently down the tree, and made my way to the great door, where
the woman had entered.

I must confess to a fast-beating heart as I stood by the great
iron-studded door. After all, I knew nothing of what I should see within
the walls, and the very mystery made every nerve tingle, while there
came to the eyes of my imagination pictures of many strange doings. So
strong was this feeling upon me that I stood still, scarce daring to
move. Then I saw in the moonlight what had escaped me in the early
morning. A piece of string hung by the postern of the door. Indeed, I
believe that it had not been there then. What did it mean? On closer
examination I saw that it was passed through a hole in the woodwork.

Scarcely realizing what I was doing, I tugged at the piece of string,
and immediately I heard a kind of clanking noise within. This, although
I might have expected some such result, startled me so that I cried out
almost involuntarily.

A minute later the clanking ceased, and then silence reigned again. But
now that I had once tugged at the string, and no harm had happened to
me, I pulled it again and then, using what powers of mimicry I had, I
cried out as I had heard the screech-owl cry among the trees around my
old home.

Again I listened, and this time I heard cautious footsteps. I judged
then, as I know now, that the footsteps were muffled, nevertheless there
was something very weird in listening to the stealthy tread of some one
creeping nearer and nearer to me. A minute later I knew that some one
stood at the other side of the door. I heard some one murmuring, and
then another silence followed. I waited I should think a minute, but no
further sound came, whereupon I again repeated the cry of the night
bird. At this, I heard the clanking of chains and the shooting of bolts,
as though the one within were preparing to open the door, after which
there was again a moment's silence as if he hesitated.

"Are you prepared to pay the price of entrance?"

The words were uttered in a hoarse whisper, and at that time they seemed
to contain some occult meaning, so that for a moment I hesitated to
reply. But I summoned up my courage, and made answer also in a hoarse
whisper--

"I am prepared."

Then the great door began to creak and to slowly open. Knowing how much
depended on my speed of action, no sooner was the aperture between the
door and its lintel a few inches wide than, putting all my strength
against it, I forced it back, and found myself inside the building
before he who had opened it had been able to obtain a glimpse of me.




CHAPTER IX

FATHER SOLOMON AT BAY


So sudden had been my movement that I had caused the old man to stagger
back, nevertheless he did not lose his footing, and when he caught sight
of me, I thought I detected a desire on his part to rush through the
open doorway. So, before he could take any such action, I closed the
door with a loud noise--a noise which resounded through the great lonely
building.

I could see that my entrance had astonished him. That he expected some
one else was evident, and from the look in his eyes I knew that he had
no knowledge nor suspicion as to who I was. He held a small oil lamp on
the level of his head, by which means he caused its light to fall
directly on my face. I saw, too, that his keen deep-set eyes rested on
me as though he would read my thoughts, and I judged that he was at a
loss how he should treat me.

"And so you would use your brute strength to enter the house of a lonely
man, who desires only that he may seek to do the will of God," he said
slowly, and I could have sworn that he was seeking to measure my
strength and was calculating whether it would be wise to throw himself
upon me.

I do not know why it was, but for answer I only laughed. Perhaps this
was because the old man's voice had driven away the last vestige of
superstitious fear.

"You are young for your trade, young master," he continued, still
keeping his eyes steadily fixed on me, "and if my old eyes do not tell
me falsely, you are ill fitted for it. Your face tells me that you
should be an honest youth, not a roystering and lying housebreaker and
highwayman. So leave me at once. I have naught of which you can rob me.
Gold and silver have I none. I am simply a harmless old man who seeks to
spend the rest of his days in communion with his thoughts and his
Maker."

"Your age hath taught you but little wisdom, if it hath taught you that
I am a footpad," I said. "Neither do I seek gold or silver."

"Then what do you seek?" he asked with a snarl.

"A quiet hour with you."

I saw him glance quickly around the entrance hall of the house in which
we stood, as though he feared we were not alone. Then he took a step
nearer to me.

"A quiet hour, young man?"

"Ay, a quiet hour."

"I tell you this," and his voice became bitter: "If you do not leave
this house--nay, nay." He stopped as if to correct himself. "A quiet
hour--ay, a quiet hour, that you shall have, young master. So quiet that
you shall not even know when it hath come to an end, so quiet that the
spirits of the dead which haunt this house shall scarcely know when you
have entered their worshipful company."

By this time I saw that he had recovered from the surprise he had
experienced at my entrance. His deep-set eyes rested steadily upon me,
and he spoke like one in deep thought. I therefore watched him closely,
for although he was an old man, he shewed no sign of feebleness. His
eyes were keen and alert, and he moved with the activity of youth.

"But why wish you this quiet hour, young master?"

"To know many things which you can tell me," I answered boldly enough,
although I was anything but light hearted.

"Ay, I will tell you of many things," he said quickly, "things that you
will never repeat, my son, never, never, never."

He repeated the word as I have written it down with great solemnity, and
for the last time between his set teeth and with terrible intensity.

"Did you take advice from any man before you sought admission within
these walls, young master?" he went on, "Did you commend your soul to
your Maker? Did you bid good-bye to all you hold most dear?"

"I did not do any of these things, Father Solomon," I answered as
jauntily at I could.

"Thus you show your foolishness."

"That is as may be," I made answer.

"And what do you think will be the end of this visit?" he asked, and I
thought his interest was growing in me.

"The end, Father Solomon?" I replied with a laugh. "The end will be that
you will tell me what I wish to know, and then we shall say good-bye."

"You are but a youth," he said solemnly. "You are yet only on the
threshold of life, therefore it grieves even me that you should be cut
off before your prime. And yet I see no chance of your escape. You have
entered the region of the departed dead, you have lifted to your lips
the goblet of which lost souls drink. Still, I would save you if I
could. If you will take the oath that I shall prescribe, an oath to the
Prince of Darkness who reigns here, then may I be persuaded to allow you
to depart without injury."

The man made me shiver as he spoke, but I had not come hither to be
frightened before my work was begun. So I summoned up all my courage,
and laughed in his face.

"You laugh!" he cried angrily, "but in an hour from now you shall hear
only the laughter of devils. The only words of comfort that you shall
hear shall come from the lips of hell-hags, who shall drag you deeper
and deeper down into the caverns of darkness."

"Have done with this, Elijah Pycroft," I said quietly, for this threat
made me feel that he was uttering only gipsy cant.

He started as I mentioned his name, but still he kept up the part which
I believed he was trying to play.

"Come, power of darkness, and seize him," he cried, like one invoking
some distant being; "tear his soul from his body, and drag it into
eternal gloom!" Then turning to me, he said in a hoarse whisper, "Listen
I do you not hear them coming? Fly ere it be too late."

"Let your powers of darkness come, Elijah," I said quietly, "but I tell
you this: before they come there are certain things you will have to
tell me."

"What things?" he snarled. "Tell me who you are? Tell me what you want?"

"All in good time," I said confidently, for by this time I began to
enjoy the situation rather than to fear it; "but before I tell you aught
let me go to your workshop, Master Elijah--the chamber where you keep
your grinning skulls and your witch potions. For I have a great desire
to enter that chamber. Ay, you must have rare doings there! Last night
you received pretty women, and to-night you receive not women, but a man
with a sword and pistols in his belt. Ay, and the pistols are loaded,
Master Elijah, and I am a fair marksman."

"Very well," he said after a moment's thought. "On your own head be the
curse of your acts. But wait here for one moment. I will e'en go and
prepare the room for your coming."

"Nay, nay, we will go together," I replied. "I love your company so much
that I cannot bear the thought of your departure."

As quietly as one could think, he had blown out the light, and I heard
him rush away into the darkness. Had I hesitated a moment I should have
lost him, but a ray of moonlight having penetrated the place, I was able
to follow his movements. I caught him by the arm and held him fast.

"Unhand me, or you shall die!" he cried.

I held him at arm's length and, although he was an old man, I shook him,
not so much as to hurt him, but enough to make him feel that he was not
in the hands of a maid of eighteen.

"Do you not fear me?" he cried. "Do you not know that even now I hear the
footsteps of the dead?"

"I do not fear you," I said, "but you fear me. Come, Master Elijah
Pycroft, who hath been dead and is come to life again, lead me to the
room where last night you received the woman called Constance."

He stood still, but I felt his body trembling.

"If you will not," I went on, "I shall begin to threaten. And, mark you,
although you pretend to pity me as an ignorant boy, I will perform my
threats."

"Ay, and what can you do?" he snarled. "In a minute from now the
hell-hags which I have summoned from afar will be here, and then--ha,
ha!"

"Before they can come I will e'en drag you through the Pycroft woods," I
cried; "ay, and I will drag you to Folkestone town, and then, methinks,
we shall see gay doings, Master Pycroft."

I meant what I said, for although I desired much to have quiet speech
with him, he had angered me by his obstinacy and his threats. I think he
felt this, too, for he said sullenly--

"It shall e'en be as you say."

"Then light your lamp again, Master Pycroft, or Father Solomon, whatever
you may be pleased to call yourself," I said.

A minute later the lamp shone again, and then he ascended a broad
stairway, I keeping close at his heels and ready for anything he might
attempt to do. But he walked straight on. I think by this time he also
had become interested to know more about the venturesome lad, whom he
had not succeeded in frightening, and who had dared to hint that Elijah
Pycroft had never died as had been given out to the world. Be that as it
may, he uttered neither snarl nor threat as we threaded the long
corridor through which he led me, and ere long we had entered the room
of which I had taken such note the night before.

A candle still burnt here, which threw a ghostly light on the walls. I
detected a strange odour coming from the fireplace, which, as I
imagined, arose from the pot I had seen him put on the fire.

I closed the door behind me, and looked quickly around me. My nerves had
now settled down to their normal experience, and, although I knew not
why, I was enjoying the situation more than I can say. I knew, however,
that I had need of all my wits, and that I must use great caution if I
would obtain that for which I had set out.

The added light of the lamp to the candle made the room bright, and,
noting that curtains hung by the window, I drew them across it whole the
old man gazed at me in wonder.

"I wonder that one so old and wise as you does not exercise more
caution," I said quietly.

For a minute neither of us did aught but gaze at each other. He
doubtless trying to recall some fact which might give him some clue to
my identity and tell him why I had dared to come hither, while I noted
his every feature, and wondered at the strange life he led.

He was clothed in a long loose flannel gown which hung from his
shoulders to his feet, and which was confined to his waist by a cord.
Altogether it was a kind of monkish attire. On his feet were shoes made
of cloth, the which enabled him to walk almost noiselessly. He had never
been a tall man, and now that age had somewhat diminished his form and
his head had sunk low into his shoulders, he appeared what he really
was, a shrivelled up old man, though hale and hearty withal.

Presently I thought he listened keenly, as though he expected the
approach of some one, and once I thought he seemed on the point of
crying out.

"I think it will be well to forget all about the witches and powers of
darkness," I said quietly. "I can assure you they will not come. Rather
let us talk quietly together."

I longed to know what was in his mind, but his face became blank as I
spoke, so that I could read nothing.

"Well, ask your question," he said; "it will not be long now."

"Very well," I replied, "I will ensure our being undisturbed."

I had noticed an old iron bolt in the door, also a stout staple driven
into the doorpost. I therefore quietly bolted the door.

"There," I said, "if the witches come it will take them time to get in."

He seemed more than ever discomfited at my coolness. He had been so long
undisturbed that he seemed to wonder at any one daring to come to him in
such a way.

"Well, what do you want to know?" he said helplessly. Then he added,
"But let me tell you this: I know nothing."

"Who is this woman called Constance?" I asked.

At this his face became relieved. "Ha! ha!" he cried. "A lover, eh? He
traced the fair Constance hither, and now his love makes him so brave
that he dares to meet the ghost of Pycroft. But Constance is not for
you, lad. She hath her duties as a wife--eh, a wife!"

"Wife or maid, who is she?"

"How do I know? I who--who----" here he relapsed into silence.

"But you will know before I leave this room," I made answer. "Also, you
will tell me other things."

"What other things?"

"Among them, why you live here, and what you hide here."

"And if I will not tell you?"

"There is an old adage that a wizard is ten times worse than a witch,
and many a witch hath died during these last twenty years. When King
Charles comes to England it will be easy to prove that an old man at
Pycroft Hall hath a familiar spirit."

"King Charles!" he cried, and his old eyes sparkled. "Am I afraid of
King Charles? I will claim a secret audience with King Charles, and in
two short minutes King Charles will obey me like a child."

"Obey you?"

"Ay, obey me. Now, then, do your worst. Fool that I was to be duped by a
puling boy like thee, but since I have been a fool, I will e'en pay for
it. Thou canst tell thy story--ay, thou canst drag me to Folkestone
town. Well, what then? Suppose the ignorant fools which inhabit this
countryside cry out for my death? Well, listen--I am Elijah Pycroft--a
gentleman, and I can claim to have an ear of the king. And then it will
be even as I say. Even King Charles will do the will of old Elijah
Pycroft."

He had cast aside all his claims to the supernatural, and had become the
clever scheming old man.

"I know what you mean," I replied quietly, "But the thing by which you
think to obtain the mastery over the new king doth not exist."

He started to his feet like a man bereft of his senses.

"Doth not exist? What do you mean?"

"Oh, I have seen the mother of Lucy Walters," I replied.

"Thou hast seen----!" he stopped suddenly, his deep-set eyes darting
angry glances at me and his body trembling with passion.

"Ay, I have seen her; but it is no use. Do you think that Charles Stuart
would ever wed such as she?"

"But he did, he did!" he cried, carried away by his passion. "And what
is more, I have proof of it--and----" Again he ceased speaking suddenly.
I saw that he had said more than he intended. Now this was the point to
which I had aimed to bring him, and I tried to take him further.

"A vain boast," I said. "Where is it, if it exists?"

"Where you will never see it. But stay, tell me who you are? By what
means did you obtain knowledge of these things?"

"I have seen a man having a wondrous likeness to Sir Charles Denman," I
replied, drawing a bow at a venture.

"Ay, and he sent his pretty Constance to me. He thought to befool me
with his ill-thought-out plans--me who learnt wisdom before he was born.
Ay, and you saw the pretty Constance too, did you? But she hath told you
naught, no--she hath told you naught. How could she? He did not know,
she did not know, and you, you do not know."

He laughed like a man in great glee; nevertheless I saw that his eyes
were full of fear. Twenty years before he would have been a strong
resolute man, whom it would have been difficult to bend, but now age had
dimmed his powers and made him incapable of grasping wide issues.

"If you know where it is--tell me," I said, making a false step, as I
knew before the words had escaped my lips.

"Ah, now I see why you have come! Ha, ha! What fools men are! You think
crowns are played for with plans no weightier than boys' dice, do you?
Oh, I know what I know."

"So do I," I said, trying to bluff him.

"And what do you know?" he questioned eagerly.

"Since you are so chary of imparting knowledge, so will I be," I said
quietly. "Doubtless you are an old player, Master Pycroft, therefore you
know it takes two to make a game. Besides, great enterprises are
dangerous when they are taken alone."

"Ah, like Sir Charles, you would go into partnership with me. And I
laugh at him, laugh at him! Oh, I have more at stake than you know,
young master. Therefore think you I make terms with a nameless boy?"

"I think you will," I replied.

Again he stared at me incredulously. I could see that he was wondering
who I was and how much I knew.

"My armour is invulnerable," he cried, "invulnerable, I tell you. You
may do your worst, but I can gain the ear of the king, and
then--pouf!--what can you do?"

"In two days the king may land at Dover," I replied. "What is to hinder
me from going to the king, and saying to him, 'Sire, an old man who
lives at Pycroft professes to have proof that you married Lucy Walters:
by this means he hopes to have power over you.' What do you think the
king will say? What will he do?"

His eyes burned with mad anger, but he saw that I was on guard; he saw,
too, that I was young and lithe and strong.

"But you would not do this?" he cried.

"Why not?" I asked quietly.

"But what could he do?" he asked almost helplessly.

"That depends," I replied. "If the thing is true, he will take summary
measures with Master Elijah Pycroft. He would know that the proof of
such an event would throw the country into civil war. Lucy Walters' son
lives at Paris, and if the marriage can be proved he is the next heir to
the English throne. But what would that mean? You know, Father Solomon.
Besides, think you that James, Duke of York, would be idle? Then let us
suppose the thing is not true. Do you think Charles Stuart would take no
steps to punish the man who gave birth to such a lie?"

He sat with his chin resting on his chest for some time without
speaking. Occasionally he would take a furtive glance at me, and again
he seemed to be trying to understand the bearings of what I had said.

"Would you do this?" he asked again presently.

"When one can do a thing, there is always a danger that he will," I
replied.

Again he gave me a searching glance, and again he seemed to be trying to
see his way through a difficulty.

"Tell me what interest you have in all this?" he said presently.

"Oh, I am a young blood on the look-out for adventures," I replied.

He saw that I had not answered him fully, and it was not difficult to
believe that he suspected me of having an interest in the matter which I
had not revealed to him. After all, a man would not come to him in such
a way as I had come without sufficient reason, and it was not likely
that he would reveal to me a valuable secret simply because I had asked
for it. On the other hand, he had seen that I was not to be frightened
easily, nor to be put off with a weak excuse. I had done what others had
not dared to do. I had entered a house of evil omen at a time when
others would not dare to approach it. For although through my father's
training I had been able to make light of the stories I had heard, there
can be no doubt that tales such as I have told about Pycroft were
believed by both gentle and simple alike. More than one house in England
was tenantless at this time because of its ill fame, and tales of the
appearances of the departed dead were believed in by both clergy and
people alike. Such Catholic priests as were in England taught people to
believe in such things, while even the Puritan and Presbyterian clergy
gave credence to belief in the power of the devil and his emissaries.
For years Pycroft Hall had been neglected and avoided; and thus it was
no light matter that I had dared to try and penetrate its secrets, and I
doubt not that the old man weighed these matters well, as he furtively
glanced at me from beneath his overhanging brows and shaggy eyebrows.

At last he seemed to have made up his mind to something. He rose
suddenly to his feet, gazed furtively around the room as if he even
suspected that some one might be near, and then came up close to me.

"Let us understand each other, young master," he said.

"That is well," I replied, as I waited for him to proceed.




CHAPTER X

THE WISDOM OF SOLOMON


"I am not sure," he said, "that you are not a youth worth considering. I
am not sure, I say. There are not six people in England who know my
secret, not one who knows it fully; but among those who do there is not
one that I would go hand in glove with. But you may be of a different
order. You may be, but I have not made up my mind. It may be," and he
looked furtively around him again, "it may be that I shall make short
work of you, and that your father and mother, if you possess them, may
have to mourn the untimely loss of a promising son."

I laughed quietly, as though I were amused, but as I did so I had a
sense of uneasiness as to what was in his mind.

"Oh, you laugh, do you?" he snarled; "but wait a little, young master,
and you will see that you have nothing to laugh at. Not that you are not
a youth of courage. I do not deny that. Nay, more: for one so young you
have some sense. I saw that at the start, else you would not be alive
now."

Again I laughed; partly because the laugh seemed natural, and partly
because I was anxious to impress him with the fact that I had no fear of
him.

"I tell you the truth," he cried angrily, "and I bid you not to provoke
me too far, for I am somewhat short of temper. There is more than one
who has dared to brave me here, and have never been heard of again.
What, you defy me! Look. If I put this handful of dust," and he took a
small packet from a drawer which contained perhaps an ounce of
brown-coloured powder, "I say, if I put this handful of dust in that
pot, you would in three minutes be asleep--asleep, ay, with a sleep like
unto death. And then what would your swords and pistols avail, my young
bantam?"

"Methinks if I fell asleep so would you," I replied, "so we should sleep
together, Father Solomon, and perchance I might awake as soon as you."

"But think you that I have not other potions, potions which would resist
the action of the fumes which would arise from the pot?"

"Possibly; but let me tell you this, Father Solomon: before the sleep
mastered me I would give good account of you."

I spoke like a man deadly in earnest, as in truth I was, for his words
had made me feel that my position might be more serious than I had
imagined. My earnestness impressed him too, for he turned somewhat
hurriedly to me and said--

"Have I not said that you may be a youth worth considering? But, look
you, before we go further into this matter I must know with assurance
how we stand. For, let me tell you this: if you play the game which is
in your mind it will not be for boys' stakes. Neither will it be a game
easy to play."

At this I was silent, for I did not wish to use a word which might give
him the mastery over me.

"And so, young master, before I tell you the things you are longing to
know, I must first know who you are, how you came to know of me, how you
fell in with Lucy Walters' mother, and how much you know of the matter
which brings you here."

"If I told you these things you would be but little wiser," I replied;
"besides, I may not tell them till I know who you are, and whether it is
worth my while."

"How old are you?"

"But twenty-three."

"You might be older than that," and I saw a twinkle in his eye. "Let me
speak plainly, young master. It is long since I met a youth of
twenty-three with so much sense."

There was so much of wheedling in his voice that I was put on my guard
again. What he had failed to do by threats he would accomplish by
flattery.

"One need not be young to be a fool," I replied.

He darted another angry glance at me, and then seemed on the point of
uttering a savage threat. But he mastered this desire, and with a shrug
of his shoulders he said--

"Bah! we are playing at see-saw. Let me understand. You came to me with
a desire to know certain things. You would know first more of the woman
whom you name Constance, then you would know more of the man who sent
her here. That springs from young blood and a boy's heart. But that is
not all. There is the man's brain as well as the boy's heart to be
considered. Let me think of that. You, like others, have heard the story
of the king's marriage, but, unlike others, you have been able to locate
the place where the secret is kept. You desire to possess it. Why?
Because, like a thousand others, you desire to have power over the king.
How came you to find out this place? What is the purpose you have in
your mind? You will not tell me. Nevertheless I shall find out. What is
your name? Well, for the present one name will do as well as another. So
far so good. Now, then, for the other side. Here am I. Who am I? Ah, who
knows? Elijah Pycroft once lived here. Some say he died and was buried.
But was he? If he was, who am I? Am I Elijah Pycroft come to life again?
For years this old house hath been shunned as though it were, the house
of pestilence. Why? Witches' revels are held here, dark deeds are done
here. Spirits of darkness haunt this place. But then men have come here
through the day and found nought. What then becomes of the old man who
haunts it through the night? Who is he? Who is he? Ha, ha! Thou art a
bold youth to come here. But, come, let us to business. Thou art a brave
youth, and thou art not without a smattering of wit. Still thou art but
a boy with a boy's rattlepate."

He seemed to be talking to himself as much as to me during the latter
part of his soliloquy. Evidently he was simply thinking aloud, and
trying to understand our relations more clearly.

"Now, then," he went on presently, "you want me to give you certain
information, and you want to put your hand upon that which might change
the history of the nation. I have given you credit for some wit, young
master, but do you think I am such a fool as to tell all this to a
nameless boy, because he dared to break in upon my privacy?"

"Well, what would you, Master Pycroft?" said I, for I saw that he had
sense on his side. If a bargain was to be made it could not be all on
one side. My work was to learn all I could from him, without placing my
future in his power.

"I would know this. First, your name and history. Second, the reason
which led you to come hither. And third--nay, that is all. Answer me
those fully, and you will have answered all I wish to know."

"And if I do?" I responded. "What shall I gain?"

"That for which you have come," he replied eagerly.

"How do I know? Suppose I tell you what you ask, and you have sucked the
orange dry--what then? Can I be sure you will tell me what I want to
know? The confidence must be mutual, Master Pycroft."

"You have called me by name. Therefore what is there to tell you
further?"

"How do I know that you are Master Pycroft? How do I know that you are
not some other man, one perhaps a thousand times more dangerous?"

A ghastly pallor came over his face as I spoke. For the first time I had
made him fear me. Rightly or wrongly, it came to me that he was not
Elijah Pycroft at all, but a man who greatly feared his name becoming
known.

"If I am to tell you who I am, tell me who you are," I replied. "If I am
to tell you how I was led to believe that you have in your possession
the king's marriage contract, you must tell me how you got hold of it.
If I am to tell you how I learnt to know anything about the woman you
call Constance, you must tell me what you know of her, ay, and the
reason why the man believed to be Sir Charles Denman hath such power
over her."

"And if I will not?"

"Then several courses are open to me. You have told me I have some wit.
Well, I can use that wit. I can find out who the man is who comes to
this room during the night, while during the day he is not to be found
here."

"Who's to tell you?"

"Perhaps Father Rousseau, who hath a little church at Boulogne," I made
answer.

Again the ashy pallor passed across his face, and I saw him tremble.

"He--he doth not know a word of English--that is--how do you know there
is such a man?"

I know he would have given much not to have spoken these words, but they
had escaped him while under the influence of the words I had spoken.

"Enough to say that I do know," I replied, "and moreover, I am not the
only Englishman who can speak the French tongue."

He saw he had taken the wrong road, and he sought to retrace his steps.

"Let us understand each other," he repeated.

"Methinks we are understanding each other with great haste," I replied.
"Mark you, I wish to use no harsh methods, otherwise I could easily make
many things known to King Charles when he lands at Dover."

"And yet you speak angrily," he cried. "I am an old man, and cannot bear
to have an enmity towards any man. I would live peaceably. Besides, my
heart goes out to you. Let us act as friends. But I cannot tell you what
you want to know without knowing who you are."

"I will tell you this," I replied, "I seek not to harm you. You have a
secret; that I know, and I can see my way to finding out that secret."

"But you will not--you must not!"

There was terror in his voice, terror in his eyes, as he spoke.

"Look, look; we will act together. I saw you were a youth of courage and
wit the first moment I cast my eyes on you. You are of gentle blood,
too. You would not break a promise--that I know. You would stand by a
bargain, too. Oh, you would, I know you would. Would you not?"

"If I make a bargain I will stand by it," I replied. "If I make a
promise I will keep it."

"Even in the face of death?" he replied.

"A gentleman doth not break a promise because of the fear of death," I
answered. "He will keep to it under all circumstances, unless the man to
whom he hath made it hath forfeited his right to have the promise kept."

"Ah, then, look here, look at me, straight in the eyes--that's it! If I
tell you what you wish to know you will promise me this. First, you will
not seek to discover anything more about me. You understand that? You
will not try and find out who I am, where I spend my days or my nights.
You will say nothing about me to man, woman, nor child. If you hear
aught at any time or at any place of the old man who hath been seen
under strange circumstances at Pycroft, you will say nought, nor show by
sign of any sort that you have ever heard or seen him."

"Well, go on," I replied, as he kept his eyes on me, and waited as if
for an answer, "Tell me the other things you wish me to promise."

"You must also promise me that whatever advantage can be gained by what
I shall tell you shall be shared by me. Look you, I have the marriage
contract--that is, I know where it is. It is all in order. It has the
signatures of Charles Stuart, of--of--well, the woman who was called
Lucy Walters, and that of the priest whose name you mentioned. I know
where it is, and besides me there is no other who knows it. You must not
ask how I obtained it. But I know. I know where I put it. It is in a
safe place. But if I tell you, you must be my friend. In the time to
come I shall need a friend such as you, with a quick brain and a strong
arm. You know French, you say?"

"Yes, I know it enough to speak, and to understand the speech of
others."

"That is well. You will promise these two things?"

"Let us be clear," I made answer, for I knew that he had not been
speaking idle words. I could see by the way his hands trembled, and by
the eager gleam in his eyes, that he was deeply in earnest. "You wish me
to promise not to learn the secret of your life, to seek to know nothing
more about you than I know now?"

"Yes, yes. Nothing, nothing. That is vital."

"And, second, you wish me to promise that whatever advantage may be
gained by what I shall find out shall be shared by you?"

"Yes, you state it clearly."

"The first I might promise, but not the second."

"Why?"

"Because you could not share in that which I desire. I desire neither
favour nor position at the hands of the king--only justice. This could
not affect you. Stay! if I gain my desire, you should never want a home
or a friend."

"Neither favour nor position!" he said like a man in astonishment. "A
secret like that, and demand neither riches nor honour!"

"Neither," I replied.

"Then what would you do with your power?"

"Justice," I replied.

"You would seek to place the--the boy on the throne?"

"If he is the king's lawful son, yes, when his father dies."

He grasped my hand eagerly.

"But you would do nothing without consulting me first. You must promise
that."

"But I might not abide by your counsels."

"Oh, I fear not that. If you come to me before you take action--all will
be well. You will see the wisdom of my words."

"Yes, I would promise that," I said slowly, for the full meaning of what
I was saying was not clear to me.

"That is well--that is well!"

He spoke like a man from whose shoulders a burden had rolled, and I
judged that he was mightily pleased.

"But remember," I said, "in return you promise to tell me what you know
of the woman Constance who came to you here last night, and you also
promise to place in my hands the marriage contract of the king with Lucy
Walters."

"That is, I will take you to the place where it is. I will share with
you this secret. And in return you will seek to do justice, justice! And
you will do nothing without consulting me. You will also be my friend,
and will seek to shelter me. And you are a gentleman. You speak only the
truth, and you keep your promises."

The whole question had been settled so easily that I wondered at my good
fortune. I had told the man nothing, and yet he had promised to give me
the information I coveted. In truth, so easily was my work accomplished
that I feared lest I had pledged myself more fully than I realized. And
yet all seemed straightforward. I had touched the old man's fear, and he
had yielded. His great dread was that I should discover his secret, the
secret of his name and identity. Well, what were his name and identity
to me? Then I had promised to befriend him. That was more serious. It
might be that in making this promise I had undertaken more than I knew.
And yet all might be simple. I believed that he was afraid to make use
of the secret he guarded, and that he was eager to obtain the services
of some one like myself. Besides, nothing could be obtained without
risk, and I had made my promise.

He moved the pot from the fire, and then threw some dry wood upon the
smouldering embers.

"The night is cold, although summer is approaching fast," he said.
"Besides, it is well for us to be warm and comfortable. You will drink
wine with me. No? Ah, you fear. You are cautious for one so young, but
it is well. We shall need caution as well as courage. There, the fire
flames. Draw up that chair, good youth, and let us talk in a friendly
way. Our skirmish is over, and we have arranged a truce. Nay, more than
that, we have agreed to fight on the same side, and I am content. Do you
know that for three days following I have dreamt that I shall have a
youth, brave and strong and wise, like you, who shall be my friend?
Well, I took every precaution before taking you into my confidence, but
now I believe you are the fulfilment of my dream. But it will be easier
for us to talk if we each have a name. You can call me Father Solomon;
what may I call you?"

"You may call me Master Roland," I made answer.

"Master Roland. Ah, it sounds well. It brings to me memories of great
courage, great wisdom, and great fidelity. Master Roland; but Master
Roland what?"

"That is enough. Master Roland and nothing else."

"Ah, very good. A sagacious youth. Ha, ha!"

His tone had changed. He evidently desired to be friends; he even
regarded me with an air that was almost affectionate. I could have sworn
that my presence was in accord with his strongest desires.

He sat on one side of the fire, and I on the other--he with his head
sunk between his shoulders, and his long beard almost resting on his
knees; I alert and watchful, for as yet I had no confidence in him.
Around the walls of the room were strange mystic charts, while on the
table were grinning skulls and much peculiar apparatus, of the meaning
of which I knew nothing.

"I will e'en drink some water of life," he said, filling a goblet from a
bottle which stood on a shelf. "Ah, it warms my blood and cheers my
brains! That is well. Now I will tell you the things you desire to
know."

He gave me a keen furtive glance as he spoke, but I simply nodded my
head and waited for him to proceed.

"You would know more of the fair Constance," he said. "That is natural.
She is fair of face, and hath a sweet voice; but, Master Roland, take my
advice and seek not her company. You cannot help her. She is in danger
of her life, and a price is set upon her head!"

"What hath she done?" I asked.

"Many things. She is the daughter of Master John Leslie, who is the
bosom friend of Master Hugh Peters, who was friend and chaplain of
Oliver Cromwell. Master John Leslie hated the late king more than any
man in the kingdom, and took a principal part in the beheading of
Charles. He is a great Independent, Master Roland, and he gave his
daughter in marriage to Sir Charles Denman, a man old enough to be her
father, but who is also a great Independent, and who fears as much as he
hates the thought of the coming of Charles II."

He hesitated here, and looked towards me as if he expected me to speak,
but I held my peace, for I knew he was only at the beginning of his
story.

"Do you not know the rest?" he asked.

"No," I replied, "I know nothing."

He heaved a sigh like one well satisfied. "Ah, thou art a simple youth,
after all," he said; "thou knowest nought of what hath been taking
place."

"Well, tell me," I said sharply, for I grew impatient at his slowness.

"Oh yes, I will tell thee. It is a part of the bargain, and I will tell
thee. When it was known that General Monk seemed to favour the coming of
the new king, Master Leslie, Sir Charles Denman, and his wife conceived
a scheme for the murdering of Monk. They believed they would be doing
good service. They knew that if Charles came back, in spite of all the
promises he might make, it would go hard with those who took part in the
death of the new king's father. The question was, who was to do the
deed? The presence of Master Leslie or Sir Charles Denman, men known to
hate the royalty, would destroy any chance of success. So they settled
upon the wife of Sir Charles, whose person was unknown either to Monk or
his retainers. Well, the plan was carried out, Master Roland; that is,
the attempt was made. The woman, never dreaming of disobeying her
husband and also mad with fear as to what should take place if Charles
Stuart came back, attempted the deed. If Monk was killed, Lambert would
have power--you follow, Master Roland? Oh, it was not a bad plan, and
had it succeeded--well, methinks there would not be at this moment a
gaping crowd waiting to welcome another Stuart. But it did not
succeed--that is, not fully. Mark you, she did succeed in reaching the
room where Monk lay asleep. She stabbed young James Carew, who acted as
Monk's secretary, ay, and so badly that he hath not yet recovered; but
Monk awoke before she was able to harm him much. Oh, but she made a
desperate fight. She wounded Monk in the arm, and fled. Moreover, so
cleverly had she arranged everything that she managed to escape, and
although every attempt hath been made, she hath not yet been captured."

"But how dare she ride abroad?" I cried.

"That woman would dare anything," cried the old man. "Besides, Monk
described a woman different from the beautiful Constance. You see, she
had taken steps to alter her appearance before she attempted the deed.
Nevertheless, the thing hath been traced to her. Master John Leslie is
even now in disgrace, while spies be everywhere trying to track down
Sir Charles Denman and his wife. Not that guilt hath been proved against
Sir Charles on that count, nevertheless his life is not worth ten
groats."

"But how dare he ride to the _Barley Sheaf_ while it was yet daylight?"
I cried. "I saw him myself."

"Sir Charles hath many friends; besides, what kind of man did you see?"

"A tall strong man with an iron-grey beard and a grey ashen countenance;
one who speaks with a rough harsh voice."

"Sir Charles hath a yellow beard, brown hair, and hath a sweet mellow
voice," he replied. "Ay, but he is cleverer than any play-actor in
London. Besides, he knows that just now the search is somewhat lax,
seeing that every one is at Dover waiting to welcome the new King."

"Then--then----"

"Ah, more I may not tell you. Ay, and seek to know no more, Master
Roland. The chase cannot last long: she will be taken, and then God have
mercy on her!"

"And Sir Charles?"

A cloud crossed his face, and that harsh, cruel look which I had seen in
his eyes when first we met came back.

"Who knows?" he snarled. "Who knows, if he----but enough of that, Master
Roland. There is something of more importance. There is that for which
you came hither; your fate, and perchance mine, depend on that."




CHAPTER XI

THE SNARE OF THE FOWLER


"You want the king's marriage contract," he said presently; "you desire
the proof that Charles Stuart was married to Lucy Walters, and thus be
able to prove that the boy who is now with the king's mother is the next
heir to the English throne?"

I nodded my head in the affirmative, all the time watching the old man's
eyes, into which a cunning sinister expression had come.

"It is a great thing, a great thing," he cackled. "Fancy, the Duke of
York would give his fingers to get hold of it. And yet only you and I
have the secret of it."

"Only you at present," I urged.

"Ah, yes, only I, only I; but I need you, and you shall know. Ha! ha!"
and he laughed like a man tickled. "But we must bide our time," he
continued presently.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"It is no use removing it from its present hiding-place until the proper
time," he said. "Suppose you had it in your hand now. What would you do
with it? Would you go to the king, and say, 'Look, here is the marriage
contract between you and Lucy Walters'? Such would be the act of a fool.
And you are not a fool--no, you are not a fool!"

"But I must know where it is," I cried, "and I must be assured that the
thing is not a hoax."

"Ay, that you shall," he replied; "come with me."

He rose, took a candle in his hand, and made his way towards the door.

"Whither?" I asked.

"To the hiding-place," was his answer, and he gazed anxiously around the
room.

Even in those days I possessed a fair amount of caution, and thus, while
I unbolted the door, I kept close to him, so that at no moment should he
be able to betray me.

Outside the door, he stopped and listened. Even in that lonely place and
at that awesome hour, he seemed apprehensive lest some one should spy
upon our actions. But he had no need to fear. All was silent as death.
The house was empty, and every sound that we made echoed and re-echoed
through the empty chambers.

"All is well," he said as if to himself, and then he led the way down a
flight of stairs which I had not hitherto noticed. Presently we came to
a dark cellar, which I saw was hewn out of the rock. We were now among
the foundations of the house, and my heart beat fast at the thought that
I was near placing my hand upon the precious document, which my father
declared would make my fortune.

"Who could find us here, Master Roland?" he cackled again; "not one in
fifty. But Old Solomon is wise, and he does not live at Pycroft Hall for
nought."

Whereupon he held the candle close to the floor, as if searching for
something.

"Do you see anything?" he asked.

"Nothing," I replied.

"Think you there is aught beneath here?"

"Beneath here? No, we are already in the bowels of the earth."

"Ah, that is good!" and again he cackled like a man well pleased with
himself.

Presently I saw him pressing the ground hard with his heel, and then, as
if by magic, there opened close by my feet a dark aperture.

"Descend," he cried, "descend!"

"We will go together, Father Solomon," I made answer.

"Ah, you do not trust me. A good youth, a cautious youth."

Still holding the candle in one hand, he came close to the dark hole in
the ground, from which came a musty ill-smelling air, and then he put
his left foot into the hole, while I held his right arm.

"That is well," he said, and then I saw the rungs of a ladder.

One, two, three, four steps he went down, until I was almost dragged
into the darkness in my endeavour to hold him fast.

"Come, come, Master Roland; but mind, it needs a brave heart."

I confess it here, I hesitated before following. How it may appear to
those who read this I know not, but at that moment I seemed to be in a
ghastly dream. Everything had become unreal to me save the shadow of a
great terror. The old man, with his head sunk between his shoulders, was
such a creature as only comes to one in a nightmare; the king's marriage
contract existed only in the wild imaginings of foolish men. A thousand
dangers suggested themselves, nameless dangers, and therefore all the
more terrible, and try as I might I could not keep from trembling.

"Afraid, Master Roland, eh? Ay, and well thou mayst be, for this hole is
full of lost spirits. Hark! do you not hear them?"

In the excited state of my imagination I fancied I heard distant wails,
and I felt my blood run cold.

"And yet only yesternight the fair Constance took this road, and she was
not afraid."

He said this tauntingly, which caused anger to take the place of fear. I
still held his right arm, the hand of which grasped one of the staves of
the ladder, and his words made my grasp the tighter.

"I will come with you, Father Solomon," I said; "but mind, if you betray
me, I will send you to hell with all your sins upon your head."

With that I placed my foot upon the ladder, but in so doing I had to
relax my hold upon him. I heard him cackling to himself while he went
farther and still farther into the darkness.

I had not descended more than six steps before I heard a noise above me,
and then I knew that the trap door which had lifted was closed again,
and that in all probability the secret of its opening was only known to
the man whose breath could be distinctly heard just beneath me.

As may be imagined, I lost no time in going down the ladder, and the
moment my feet touched the ground I grasped the old man's arm again.

"Ha, ha!" he laughed. "This is rare sport, eh? Do you know where you
are? Twill be a fine tale to tell Charles. Ten fathoms underneath the
foundations of Pycroft Hall, with Father Solomon! Do you think you'll
ever see daylight again, Master Roland?"

"If I do not you will not," I replied; and then I looked around me and
found myself in a narrow tunnel, which perchance was three feet wide and
high enough for a man of short stature to stand upright.

"Good boy, courageous boy, well he deserves to get what he seeks! But
oh, he will see rare sport before he puts his hand upon the king's
marriage contract."

"Where is it?" I asked, still holding his right arm.

"I must be free, and you must follow me."

"No," I replied. "Whither you go I will go. And I shall not loose my
hold upon you till I see daylight."

He looked at me savagely, and lifted his left hand, in which he held a
candlestick, as if to strike me. Then the angry looked passed away, and
I saw the cunning leer come in his eyes again.

"A good boy, a brave boy," he said coaxingly. "Ah, we are friends. I
cannot do without him, neither can he do without me. Youth and age,
strength and wisdom together, what can withstand it?"

He led the way along the tunnel, which I followed, still holding him
fast. How far we went I could not calculate, for although the time
seemed long, it might only in reality have been short. At length,
however, we came to a broad place, such as I have been told miners make
underground when digging for mineral.

"The time and the place, Master Roland," he said; "now let us search."

He held up the candle, and I saw that all around me were dark roads
leading from the cavern where we stood. Whither they went I knew not. I
seemed like a man standing on a place where many cross roads met, only
we were in the bowels of the earth, and the roads seemed to lead only
into greater darkness.

"A grand place to bury a secret, eh? Anything would be safe here, eh?
But there is nothing hidden that shall not be revealed. There is nothing
done in silence but shall be proclaimed on the housetops."

He placed the candle in my hand, and then began to peer cautiously
around the sides of the cavern.

"Ah!" he said at length. "You wanted to see, and you shall see. Lucy
married Prince Charles--no, King Charles--and Lucy gave the contract to
the priest, and the priest gave it to old Father Solomon, and old
Solomon waited--waited till his dream should be fulfilled. Do you know
this place, Master Roland? Once upon a time miners digged here for gold.
Oh, it was ages ago. Whoever dreamed of gold being found five miles from
Folkestone? They dug, and dug, and dug! They are dead, but their work
lives. Fancy those old men digging here ages ago. But they left a grand
hiding-place. Only one man knows the secret of these caverns. I, old
Solomon. The man who is left alone here never sees the light again. Ha,
ha! But it is a fine place to die!"

Presently he seemed to have discovered the place he sought, and then he
took the candle from my hand. I saw a dark hole in the side of the
cavern, into which he put his hand, and from which he drew a black box.

"You wanted to see it, and you shall see it," he said. Then he pressed a
spring in the box, and the lid flew open.

"Read! Read!" he cried.

I saw a piece of parchment which was emblazoned with a rude tracing of
the Lion and the Unicorn. This he took, and with trembling fingers
unfolded it.

"Read! Read!" he cried again.

It was written in French, but in such a crude fashion as to make it
difficult to read. But I saw these words--"Marriage Contract between
Charles Stuart, King of England and Scotland, and Lucy Walters, of Ros
Martat, in the County of Pembroke, Wales, daughter of Richard Walters."
After this there were many lines which seemed to be meaningless, but at
the bottom of the page I saw writing by other hands. I saw the words--

"Charles Stuart, By the Grace of God King of England and Scotland.

"Lucy Walters.

"Pierre Rousseau.

"François Abelard."

I saw, too, that Pierre Rousseau was stated to be a priest of the Roman
Catholic Church who had performed the sacrament of marriage, and that
François Abelard, a brother of the Benedictine Order, had witnessed
thereto.

"There, you have seen it; now let me put it away."

"No," I replied, "let me read it again; I would commit the writing to
memory."

He paid no heed to me, however, and before I well knew what he was doing
he had struck the paper from my hands. The box closed with a snap, and
he placed it in its hiding-place again.

"You have seen," he cried. "Oh, it is rare fun. Now, then, you must
swear to what I dictate, or you will never again see the light of the
sun."

"Swear what?" I cried, for I felt angry with myself for having allowed
him to put the thing back into its hiding-place.

"You must swear that you will obey me in all that appertains to this."

"That was not in our bargain," I cried.

"But it must be," he cried. "Swear, or you die."

"No," I said, "I will not. And do not think to frighten me. I will keep
to my bargain faithfully, but if you in aught do fail on your part, then
will I come hither alone, and I will act without you."

"Ah!" he cried, and there was a fearsome look in his eyes. "You defy me,
eh?"

"Yes, I defy you!" I cried, for the sight of the parchment had set my
blood on fire.

We had moved away a few steps from the place where he had put the black
box, but I kept my eye on the spot, so that I might know it again.

"Ah, we must be friends," he said wheedlingly. "Come, my son, I have
more to tell you."

I followed him a few steps, and then again I looked back over my
shoulder to mark the place where the precious document was hidden; but
this, as will be seen, led to my undoing, for no sooner did he note my
action than with a sudden wrench he leapt from me, and blowing out the
candle he left me in utter darkness.

I stretched out my hands to grasp him, but he was gone. I stopped and
listened to catch the sound of his retreating footsteps, but could hear
nothing to guide me, for the place seemed to be full of the sound of
footsteps, now coming from one direction, and now from another.
Moreover, he wore cloth-soled shoes, which made but little noise, so
that I was utterly unable to locate him. Presently I thought I heard him
cackling, as I had heard him more than once before when he was well
pleased with himself. Without an instant's delay I rushed to the spot
from whence I thought the sound came, but only to strike my head with a
terrible thud against the rocky side of the cavern.

What happened after that I do not know. I have a vague remembrance of
falling to the ground, and then rising and staggering away in the
darkness, but whether this was only fancy or fact it is not for me to
say, seeing that nothing was clear to me.

Presently, when I awoke to consciousness, I found myself lying in the
darkness. Not a ray of light came to me anywhere, neither did I possess
any means of kindling one. My head ached, and my whole body was racked
with pain. How long I had lain there I knew not, neither was I able to
calculate. All I knew was that I was in as sad a plight as any man could
be. But I determined not to give up hope. If there was a way into this
place there must also be a way out, and so I set to work to try and find
out my whereabouts. I was not long before I touched the side of the
cavern, close to which I groped until I came to an opening.

"This will lead back to the house," I reflected, and buoyed up with this
hope, and keeping my hand by the side of the tunnel, I followed its
windings for some distance, only to come to a sudden stop, for I found
that the place ended here. I therefore returned again, determining to
enter each level in turn until I should again find my way back to the
man whose wits had been keener than my own.

The second tunnel was shorter than the first, and ended in the same way,
so again I returned to the large cavern, and keeping ever to the right
hand, so as not to enter any one of them more than once, I again groped
along in the darkness.

Even then I tried to find the place into which the old man had put the
black box, but in this I was unsuccessful. Had I a light, I felt sure I
could have found it, for I had marked the place carefully; but, as I
have said, I was in utter darkness, neither had I means of obtaining
light.

After a time I was wellnigh despairing, and I felt sure that old Solomon
intended the place to be my grave. The more I tried to find my way out,
the more confused I became. Still I was young and strong, and youth does
not for long give way to hopelessness.

Of the thoughts which passed through my mind, or of the plans I made, as
well as of the schemes of vengeance I meditated upon I will not speak,
for while they were doubtless natural, they had so little of sense in
them that they are not worth recording. Only one plan, indeed, promised
aught, and that was to lie still until old Solomon came to seek me, as I
felt sure his curiosity would compel him to do. But that was given up,
for, as I reflected, it would be terrible to lie there in the cold and
in the darkness; besides, he would doubtless wait until lack of food had
so weakened me that he would be able to work his will on me.

I therefore continued to examine each level or tunnel in turn, and in
this I had to manifest great care, for there were many pitfalls which
might easily lead to a man's death. How long I remained in the darkness
I know not, neither for that matter do I care to dwell upon the
endeavours I made while there to find my way to the light, for even now,
after the lapse of years, I shudder to think of my sufferings during
that terrible time. For if there is one thing harder than another to
bear, it is to be alone in black darkness such as I was. I have faced
death more than once, I have experienced imprisonment in a noisome
evil-smelling cell, I have had to stand face to face with dread
alternatives; but at no time do I remember such utter despair as I felt
then. And this any man who hath imagination can easily believe. For I
had no other prospect than a slow death amidst darkness and loneliness.
Could I have heard human voice, I do not think I should have minded so
much; but nothing could I hear save the echo of my own sighs, while the
darkness was so great that it could be felt.

Moreover, I presently grew faint and weak. I needed food sadly, while
even worse than hunger was the thirst that presently gat hold of me. My
body grew stone cold, and yet my throat became parched and burnt.

"This must be hell," I thought to myself. "I am become like the rich man
in the New Testament--ay, I am worse than he, for I cannot see one afar
off to whom I can cry."

Presently, however, in spite of my suffering I fell asleep, and when I
awoke I felt better. My head ceased to ache, and although I felt very
weak my tongue had become cool again.

"Thank God," I cried out in my joy. "O, great Lord, who didst suffer for
the sins of the world, be pleased to help me in my dire distress."

But no answer came to my prayer: only silence, a great and terrible
silence, filled the place. Nevertheless, my prayer gave me hope. If God
lived, I reflected, I was in His keeping here in the bowels of the earth
as truly as if I was aboveground. This feeling put new heart into me,
and I determined to make another effort.

I had now no knowledge concerning the levels I had explored, but I kept
on praying for guidance, and ere long I found myself in another tunnel,
although whither it led I no more knew than a child but last night born.

I could not help reflecting, however, that the air grew purer, and
presently I put my foot in a pool of water. Giving no time to reflection
as to whence this water came, I knelt down and took a long deep draught,
and immediately I felt a new man. A great confidence possessed me, the
hideous time which I had been passing lost much of its terrors, and
while I was still in black darkness, I felt sure I was moving towards
the light.

I therefore pressed onward, feeling the air grow purer and purer at each
step, and then I fancied that, instead of gazing into black darkness, I
saw a darkness that was grey. I held my hand before me, and thought I
could see my fingers move. This inspired me with still greater hope,
and after a time my hope became a certainty. I could even see the sides
of the tunnel in which I walked. A few minutes later a streak of light,
very small but very distinct, reached me. I realized, moreover, that a
little stream of water trickled along the bed of the tunnel in which I
walked, and ere long I saw what appeared to me to be a small hole which
let in the light.

At this time my heart filled with a great joy, and in spite of my
weakness I shouted aloud for joy. I bethought me of the psalms which I
had heard the Puritans sing: "_Such as sit in darkness and in the shadow
of death, being bound in affliction and iron; they fell down and there
was none to help; then they cried unto the Lord in their trouble, and He
saved them out of their distress._"

Never surely did man thank God as I thanked Him then, and when, a little
later, I crept out of the level through a hole scarce big enough for a
man to drag his body through, I could scarce breathe for very joy. I
heard the birds singing, and looking above me I saw the sunlight
piercing the leaves of the trees. Then I think I fainted, for I remember
falling down, while all became dark again.

When I awoke I found myself lying where I had fallen, and although I was
terribly weak I had still strength enough to look around and take notice
of my surroundings. I saw that the mouth of the level out of which I had
come was closed by a great heap of fallen débris, save for the hole
through which I had passed. It was much overgrown too, and a man might
pass it a hundred times without seeing it. There was another thing which
struck me also. Not a footmark of any sort was to be seen, not a
suggestion that any one had visited the place. Huge heaps of stones and
rocks were around, but they had become overgrown by bushes and trees.
The place seemed far away from human habitation.

"Father Solomon knows nothing of this entrance," I reflected, "and he
believes that he left me there to die. Well, all the better; the time
may come when I can make use of my knowledge."

After making careful examination, I rose, and found my way slowly from
the place. I took what I believed was the seaward direction, and after
walking wellnigh a mile through a wood, I saw a cottage among some
fields. It was with much difficulty that I reached it, but I succeeded
at length, and presently saw a peasant woman lighting a fire outside the
cottage door.

"What's o'clock, good dame?" I asked.

"Six o' th' mornin'," she made answer.

"Then perchance you can give me some breakfast," I said.

"I've nothing but milk and bread," she answered, looking at me
suspiciously.

"For which I will pay you well," I replied, taking a coin from my
pocket.

The sight of the money altered her behaviour with wondrous quickness.

"It's all ready," she replied. "Th' milk is boilin' and the bread be in
the dishes. My man will not be here for a minute or two, but there's no
need for you to wait, young master."

Hunger made me ravenous, and I gave no thought to others. I doubt not
the bread was black and heavy, but the milk was sweet, and I partook of
it greedily.

When I had finished it seemed to me as though my strength had come back
to me as if by a miracle.

"Will ye 'a' more, young master?"

"Presently, presently;" and I gave her the coin I had promised.

"Ah, here be my man comin';" and I noticed a farmer's man come up, who
looked at me wonderingly.

It was at this time that I realized the condition of my clothes. They
were covered with dirt; and catching reflection of my face in a bucket
of water, I saw that it was much bruised and smeared with blood.

"I will have a wash, good dame," I said, "after which I would like to
talk with you."

"Ay, and 'ere's water, master," she said; and I washed myself while she
looked on in silence.




CHAPTER XII

THE COMING OF THE KING


"Servant, sir." The man saluted me as he spoke, and moved a step nearer.

"Thank you for a good breakfast," I said. "I have been out all night,
and lost my way among the woods."

"Easy enough to do," he replied, nodding towards the great forest from
which I had come.

"To whom do they belong?"

He shook his head. "Pycroft woods," he added presently.

"And no one lives at Pycroft Hall, I suppose?"

"No one but the devil."

"I saw great heaps of stones in the woods."

"Ay, it is said there was a great mine at one time."

Beyond this the man could tell me nothing, though I asked him many
questions. I also made inquiries in a roundabout way concerning Pycroft
Hall, but he only shook his head. Evidently he knew nothing of it. I
also asked him concerning the day of the week, and I found that I must
have been full thirty hours alone in the bowels of the earth. I
concluded that old Solomon had not come to seek me, neither did he
believe that I should be able to find my way out.

After a time I felt sleepy, and the woman having offered me a bed
whereon to rest, I fell into a sleep, from which I did not awake until
past noon. After the dame had given me a meal consisting of boiled bacon
and potatoes, I felt strong enough to walk back to Folkestone, which,
after giving the woman another coin, I did.

I found that my absence had caused no surprise at the _Barley Sheaf_;
indeed, the news that the king was to land at Dover the next day but one
seemed to drive all other thoughts from their minds. I made many
inquiries, but could hear nothing of either Sir Charles Denman or his
wife. The woman had come mysteriously into my life, and had passed out
of it again just as mysteriously. And yet I thought much of her. I felt
in a way which I cannot explain that my life was linked with hers, and
that some time in the future I should see her again.

The following morning I had my horse saddled and started for Dover. I
had much company on the way, for, as it seemed to me, the whole
countryside had emptied itself in order to be at Dover to welcome the
new king. When I arrived at Dover town, moreover, I found a great
uproar; in truth, no fair I had ever seen provided such food for sport
and carnival as Dover town provided that day. In the inns and taverns
there was much drinking, while, in the streets, booths and shows were
everywhere in evidence. On every hand the people were shouting and
singing. Every street was festooned with flowers and flags, while it
appeared that every one was glad that the reign of Puritanism was over,
and that they would have a king instead of a parliament to reign over
them. I noticed, too, that in the booths there were plays representing
the downfall of the Puritans, while the great butt of most of the jokes
were those who dressed in the dark sober fashion of the times of Oliver
Cromwell, and quoted psalms with a pious sniffle.

"God save His Most Gracious Majesty King Charles the Second!" many
cried.

"Ay, ay," was the response. "We shall have a merry life under the king.
Plenty to drink, plenty to eat, and plenty of fun."

"Down with the psalm-singing hypocrites!"

"As though cock-fighting, dog-fighting, and bull-baiting hath not always
been an Englishman's sport."

"The King loves it, I hear."

"Ay, and he loves to kiss a pretty girl, too."

"Well, what's the harm in that?"

"None at all. He's young and comely, and loves his pleasure as a king
should."

"It'll go hard with the sour-faced psalm-singers, I hear."

"Well it ought. Did they not kill the king's father? I hear that at
least five hundred are to be hanged."

"But what about the Act of Oblivion?"

"Marry! as though the king will care aught about the Act of Oblivion.
The thing is, the country will be able to enjoy itself."

"Well it ought. After a man hath been to church once a week he's done
enough religion. After that let him enjoy himself."

All this and much more I heard as I passed along the streets; in truth,
much of what I saw and heard is not fit to record here, for many of the
people might have just been let out of Bedlam, so little did they seem
to care for what was clean and decent. Moreover, no notice was taken of
these things. There was neither law nor order, while, if some man should
say a word rebuking them for wrong-doing, he was immediately pounced
upon as a sour-faced Puritan. Such was the difference which was already
manifest, even before the new king had set his feet on English soil.

It was now the twenty-fourth day in May, and many reported that they had
seen a number of vessels bearing the king's retinue far away at sea, but
that he would not arrive until the following morning, as he desired to
enter the town, not when the people were tired and dusty, but as they
appeared after a night of rest and sleep, and when their finery was not
bedavered by a day's jostling.

I remembered that my father had told me he intended being in Dover on
the twenty-sixth of the month, but I imagined that he would make
diligent inquiries concerning the coming of the king, and would surely
be in Dover before it was too late for him to offer his welcome.

I therefore made my way to the _Fox and Hounds_, which I found to be
very full of people, and for a long time I was unable to gain any answer
to my inquiries, but I discovered presently that not only had Master
Philip Rashcliffe been to the inn, but he had also left word for me, in
case I should call, to wait for him in a private room which he had
hired.

I followed the servant to this room, and, being left alone, was about to
review the events which had taken place since I had left my home a few
days before. Apparently I had accomplished nought, but really I had
accomplished much, especially if there was truth in what old Father
Solomon had told me. Although I have said nothing concerning it here, I
had thought much before returning to Folkestone without again seeking
out the old man and accusing him of treachery. I reflected that it would
be best for him to think of me as dead, for if I went to him he would
take other steps for hiding the precious document, and then all through
which I had gone would be in vain. Only one thing tempted me to go back
to Pycroft Hall and again descend into those dark regions underground,
and that was the dread that he had treated the woman called Constance as
he had treated me. But, although the thought fretted me sorely, the more
I reflected, the stronger was my conviction that she had left the house
by some other means.

It was late in the evening before my father returned, and then he
greeted me as though we had been separated for years, instead of a few
days.

"How fares it with you, Roland, my son? You look pale, and there is a
bruise on your forehead."

"My hat covers the bruise, father," I replied gaily. "As to my pale
face, it will be quickly ruddy again."

"But tell me, hast thou done aught?" he said anxiously.

"As to that, I have much to relate, father, but whether it will end in
aught of advantage you shall speedily judge."

I therefore set to work and, as clearly as I could, told him of much
through which I had passed since the day I left him. For a long time he
spoke no word, either good or bad, concerning what he had heard, and
even when he broke the silence it was only to ask me many keen searching
questions, the which I found difficult to answer, for I had not thought
of many of the meanings which he attached to what had happened to me.
Nevertheless, he seemed well pleased with me, and admitted that I had
acted with much wisdom and caution. Concerning the black box, which lay
hidden in the cavern beneath the grounds of Pycroft, he pondered long,
so much so that I thought he forgot the dismal condition I had been in
when old Solomon had left me there alone.

"Thou hast done well, Roland," he said, "so well that I have no advice
to give thee save this. When thou dost appear before the king, do not
parade thy knowledge over-soon."

"I appear before the king!" I cried.

"Ay. That must be."

"But how?"

"I may be able to help thee in this; but if I cannot, thou hast a clever
head and must make thine own way. And another thing: if ever thou dost
see Dame Walters again, see to it that thou dost tell her nothing."

I looked at him questioningly.

"Never trust a woman more than you must," he said quietly. "The best
schemes in the world have been frustrated by women. The truth is, she
knows not how to hold her tongue."

"But it seems to me that you have gained knowledge of this through a
woman--through Katharine Harcomb," I suggested.

"Ay," he replied slowly and thoughtfully; "but women must be managed.
When dealt with by wise men they can become useful, even as Katharine
Harcomb became useful. Perhaps in the future you will be brought into
contact with women; well, never be impatient with them, and always keep
the mastery over them."

"But how came Katharine Harcomb to come to you with her news?" I asked.
"How came I to be commissioned with this work?"

"You will know some day," he replied; "it is nought of great importance,
but you shall know. The great matter for us to consider now is how you
are to gain the ear of the new king."

"What have you in your mind?" I asked.

"That I will not tell you," he replied. "A man is made, not by having
things done for him, but by doing things himself. For myself I care but
little for the future, but you are young, and life is before you. Well,
I shall leave your future mostly in your own hands. You have shown me
that you have courage and brains. With knowledge such as yours, you
ought to do much. Even if the king is unmoved by that knowledge, the
king's brother would give much to possess the thing of which you have
told me. But you must be wary; and you must be careful not to try and
pluck your apple before it is ripe."

I looked into his face, and tried to understand the thought behind all
this; but I could discover nothing. His face was like a mask which hid
the thoughts which I felt were passing through his mind.

"There will be gay doings to morrow," I suggested. "Ay, gay doings--gay
doings. The old order of things hath come to an end in a day. Yesterday
England was still Puritan; to-morrow it will be--God only knows what.
To-day the same people who, a little while ago, were shouting 'A free
Parliament!' are crying 'God save the king!' Bah! but we must be wise,
Roland, and you must win both fame and riches, or I shall be sorely
disappointed."

"What do you mean, father?"

"I mean that no man can be trusted, and every man must look out for
himself. In a week from now England will be changed. The theatres which
have been closed, will be opened, and there will be a new order of the
day. Cromwell wanted to make England the land of God. With him religion
was everything. He wanted to make England pious by law. Thus his cry was
ever, 'We must have men of God in all our public offices.' With Charles
all will be different--ay, I know him, and all will be different. The
devil will be let loose to-morrow--that is plain enough. The poets will
write poetry of a new order, pure waters will be made puddle, and pious
language will be made putrid. It's plain to be seen. Why, it hath begun
to appear in Dover even to-day. Evil is already naked and is not
ashamed, and filthiness crieth aloud. Well, Roland, methinks you have
your hand upon power. You must use it, but you must use it as one who
hath gentle blood in his veins."

"I do not like all this," I said at length.

"Do not like what?" asked my father almost roughly.

"I do not like the motive which is to prompt my deeds," I made answer.
"If it were only that justice may be done, then there is reason; but to
use my knowledge to squeeze favours out of the king is not acting the
part of one who bears the name of Rashcliffe."

My father started as though he had been stung.

"Ay, and what would you, Roland?" he cried. "Kings rule through fear,
and I would only obtain justice by the same means. I have been
robbed--thou hast been robbed. I know these Stuarts, and I shall never
get back mine own save by making the king or his brother feel that he
will do well to listen to my behests."

"Do you believe that what I saw is the real contract of marriage between
the king and Lucy Walters?"

"Ay, I believe it."

"Then that lad, James Croft, is next King of England?"

"He should be."

"Then let us understand," I said. "Suppose by this means we obtain from
the king all we desire? Suppose he gives you back our lands, and a place
in the nation's life, are we to keep quiet concerning this thing?"

My father was silent for some time, and then he said, "Roland, thou art
but a boy yet. There is much to be done. But thou must see the king, and
thou must go to the king's Court. Meanwhile thou hast thine hand on the
secret of power, and every wise man uses his power wisely."

And that was all he would say to me that night, which, as may be
imagined, puzzled me much. Nevertheless, I slept well that night, and
was only awakened by the jangling of bells and the shouts of a mighty
multitude.

My father had already risen and gone out, and so, no food being yet
obtainable, I also left the house and went towards the sea. I found a
great concourse of people on the sea shore, who were watching with great
eagerness the ships which lay quite near to land. Never did I witness
such rejoicing before. One might have imagined that the man who was in
the royal vessel outside had done some wondrous deeds for the nation,
and that we wanted to welcome him back, even as the Romans of olden time
welcomed back their great conquerors, who were followed by the trophies
of their warfare.

Many thought the king would land early in the morning, but it was not
until noon that the boat which was to bring him ashore touched the sand,
and then it seemed as though the shouts of the multitudes would rend the
very heavens.

As fortune would have it, both my father and I obtained a place close to
where General Monk stood, and so we were able to view the king's
landing. I took but little note of the others who accompanied King
Charles, for I was eager to see the man who was to be the new ruler of
the nation, and as I looked I saw that he looked older than his real
age, which was just thirty years. His face was deeply marked, and that
in spite of the fact that he was of full habit. I noticed too that he
was very dark, and that a very black moustache grew on his upper lip.
His eyes were small, and what some men might call sleepy-looking, but
every now and then they flashed, just as I have seen a serpent's eyes
flash when aroused from its sleep. He watched the shouting multitude,
not with the glad look that one might have expected, but with a kind of
mocking smile. Indeed, he seemed far more interested in a very small dog
that he carried than in the greeting of his subjects.

When he put his foot on the shore, however, and a great shout went up
from the multitude, he bowed and smiled pleasantly, and it was then I
saw wherein his fascination lay, and so much moved was I that I shouted
with the rest, at the which I saw my father, who was close by my side,
regard me with an amused smile.

After the great shout of welcome, a signal was given for silence, and
then General Monk came forward, and welcomed him with all possible marks
of reverence and love. But even although silence was commanded, the
enthusiasm of the people was so great that I could not hear all General
Monk's words. But I could not help noting, even although this great man
had welcomed the king with such evidences of loyalty, that he seemed to
be only playing a part. He seemed to despise the plaudits of the
multitude, even as the king did as he gazed over the sea of upturned
faces.

"Here, your Majesty, you see the love of a devoted and loyal people."

This was the conclusion of General Monk's speech, the former part of
which was, as I have said, drowned in the sea of voices.

Again the king smiled, a smile that was half cynical and bitter, even
although he seemed pleased at his reception.

"I thank my people, General," he said, "and in truth I blame myself for
not coming back before, so glad doth every one appear at my coming."

But no man seemed to note the meaning which lay at the back of his
words, nor to think of the time when this same king was hunted like a
fox throughout England, for they started to shouting again like men
possessed. And this was seen not only among the common people, but among
noblemen and gentlemen of all sorts.

After this the mayor of the town came forward, and offering him his
welcome, also gave him his white staff of office, which the king
returned with a pleasant smile.

"You govern the town so well, Master Mayor, that I will not rob the
people of such good service," he said with a smile, whereupon the people
shouted again, although they did not seem to know why they were
shouting.

Then the mayor, who looked very elated and joyous, presented the king
with a very gaily and beautifully bound Bible, saying as he did so--

"In the name of your loyal citizens, I do humbly offer your Majesty a
copy of the sacred Scriptures, which we possess through the learning,
the piety, and the gracious goodness of your most learned and sacred
grandfather, King James the First of England."

At this the king smiled again, and receiving the Bible, which he
afterwards gave to one of his retainers, he said, "I accept this gift
with great thanks, Master Mayor; among all things which I love in the
world, I love the Bible best."

He wellnigh laughed as he said this, but the people, if possible, became
more excited than ever.

"He loves the Bible!" they cried. "He is a pious king! God save His
Majesty!"

After this he walked with General Monk towards a canopy, under which he
stood talking with his nobles. It was at this time that I realized how
keen and penetrating was the king's gaze. For although his eyes seemed
to be habitually half closed, he did at times open them wide and look
keenly around him. Moreover, he seemed to understand everything at a
glance. I noticed also that when the king spoke it was to the point, and
that his remarks were weighty with sense.

"I will not stay at Dover," he said to General Monk. "The people have
seen me, and that is enough. From what I can gather they love a king
more than a protector; nevertheless, it is well that I go straight to
Canterbury Cathedral, where, in the interests of religion, I will
publicly give thanks to God for my safe return to my people."

"A wise step, your Majesty," said a young man who had stood near the
king the whole time.

"Ah, Master Tom Killigrew, I expect you to write a great ode to our
landing this day."

"I would that my poor wit were equal to the subject, your Majesty."

"Well, we shall see. Thou hast been faithful in mine adversity, and now
we return to gladder times."

"There have been many faithful during your Majesty's adversity. Through
all the dark years there have been many who have not bowed the knee to
Baal."

It was my father who spoke. Through influences that I knew not of, he
had obtained a place for us near General Monk, at the landing, and now
through the same means we had followed the king to the canopy.

"Who is this?" asked the king sharply.

"It is Master Philip Rashcliffe," said a voice. "He was one who fought
for your gracious sire in the first civil war, and was grievously
wounded."

He gave only a passing glance to my father, but fixed his eyes on me,
who stood by his side.

"And who is this brave youth? Nay, nay, do not speak for him; speak for
yourself, young man."

"My name is Roland Rashcliffe, your Majesty," I made answer.

"The son of Master Philip here?"

"Yes, your Majesty."

"A youth of spirit, I should judge," he said, "ay, and well grown too.
He pleaseth me well."

Now at this my heart was all elate, for let who will say otherwise, it
is no light thing for a youth to be noticed by his king.

"And thou hast come to bid me welcome, Master Roland?"

"Yes, sire," I replied, scarce daring to look him in the face.

"Well, rise; thou hast knelt long enough. And what favour dost thou
ask?"

I lifted my eyes as he spoke, and saw a quizzical look upon his face.
Nay, it was more than quizzical. He seemed, as I thought, suspicious of
my motives in coming, although I knew not why.

I had it on my tongue to tell him how my father had been impoverished by
the Puritans, but I only said--

"Nothing, your Majesty."

"Nothing? Then is thy request easily granted. Fancy, General Monk: I
have put it in the way of this youth to ask me a favour, and yet he hath
demanded nothing. Will this be an augury of my reign?"

"I trust so, your Majesty," replied Monk, and I thought I saw greed in
his eyes. "And yet many, although they ask not favour at your hands,
will seek justice," continued Monk boldly.

"Ah, how is that? Ay, I remember now. It hath been told me that your
life hath been in danger. That a fanatical Puritan woman, a daughter of
John Leslie, Constance by name, and wife of Sir Charles Denman, of
painful memory, sought your life when you took steps to ensure my coming
back to mine own. We must inquire into into this. She must be taken
prisoner and put to death."

"She hath already been taken prisoner."

"Ah, that is well. Well, we will see to it that both she and those who
aided and abetted her shall have justice. Where is she imprisoned?"

"At present in Bedford, sire."

"Ah, that is well. But I will not think of these things now. I must away
to Canterbury."

He took no further notice of me; nay, for that matter he regarded none
of those who gazed eagerly into his face. Instead, still carrying the
small dog, which he seemed to prize greatly, he left the canopy, and
made his way to a stately coach, which set out, amidst the continued
acclamations of the people, towards Canterbury.

As for myself, I took but little note of the king's departure, while the
feeling of joy which had come into my heart at his kind words passed
away. Why, I knew not, but the news that the woman called Constance, the
wife of Sir Charles Denman, had been put in prison and was doomed to
death, drove all other thoughts from my mind, and there and then I did
make up my mind that I would save her from such a terrible end.




CHAPTER XIII

AN ADVENTURE ON THE CANTERBURY ROAD


It is difficult for me to describe my feelings at this time. For while
on the one hand I was pleased that the king should speak so kindly to
me, I was in a most unaccountable way disturbed at the news of Mistress
Constance Denman's imprisonment. So much so that, as I have said, I
determined that, happen what would, I would rescue her from prison. Why
I should decide to do this may seem to the reader somewhat of a puzzle.
I knew but little of her, and even that which I knew was not in her
favour. She was the wife of a man who, although calling himself a
Puritan, was a hard, unscrupulous man, evidently one who would intrigue
against the king, and be a party to murder. But not only this, she was
herself guilty of attempted murder, and therefore a dangerous woman. I
knew that General Monk had been much hated when he had yielded to the
desires of those who sought to bring about the king's return, especially
as he was thought to have been a traitor to all the promises he had
made. Nevertheless, none but a desperate lawless woman would be guilty
of attempted murder, and thus the justice of which the king had spoken
was surely merited.

In spite of this, however, I determined to save her. It is true she had
treated me with scant courtesy, and although she had told me to wait
outside Pycroft Hall until her return, she had never again appeared.
Evidently she had left Pycroft Hall only to be taken prisoner, and then
conveyed to Bedford. I knew by the look on Monk's face that no mercy
would be shown, while it was easy to be seen that the new king would be
anything but clement towards the daughter of John Leslie, who had been
one of the principal actors in bringing about the death of his father.

Still, I was not changed in my resolution, neither for that matter could
I bring myself to believe that she was guilty of the crime of which she
was accused. I knew that she was a brave, resolute woman. No one could
be with her as I had been and not be sure of that, but her face was not
the face of one who could coldly meditate upon and arrange for murder.
Passionate she might be, and therefore in the heat of the moment might
be led to do a terrible deed. But she could not plan to do it. Such a
scheme as had been described to me must have been brooded over in cold
blood, and I could not believe that she could have done this.

I called to mind my first sight of her features, and I felt confirmed in
my impression. She was only twenty, and her face was free from the
possibility of such a crime. A noble face I thought it was, and even at
the time I felt that its possessor was a noble woman.

All this passed through my mind as I stood beneath the canopy prepared
for the king, while the multitudes were shouting all around. So much was
I occupied with them, moreover, that unlike the others I did not follow
his Majesty to the great coach in which he was to ride to Canterbury;
but remained there alone, brooding over what I had heard.

"Roland."

"Yes, father."

"Come! we must needs haste."

"Why?"

"Because we will follow in the procession to Canterbury. The horses are
saddled. I have seen to that."

"Yes, father."

This I said like one in a dream, for while I had it in my mind that the
journey to Canterbury would suit me well, seeing that we should be on
our way to London, my mind was so occupied with other things that I paid
but scant heed to his words.

A little later we were on our way out of the town, a great crowd
following the king, while a greater crowd prepared to remain in Dover,
so as to take part in the carousing which had, been arranged. On the
hill near I saw Dover Castle, which looked stately and grand in the
smiling sunlight, while seaward the waters gleamed brightly, as though
nature sought to harmonize with the gladness of the multitude. All
around the people continued to cry "God save the king!" while guns
boomed with a great, thundering noise, and bands of music played merry
tunes.

"Methinks, this is a great day, Roland," said my father, who rode close
to my side.

I did not reply, for my mind was full of the thought of the woman who
lay in prison.

"The king seemed pleased with you."

"Ay," I replied, "I trust so."

"Trust nothing, Roland."

I gazed nervously around, fearing lest my father's words should be heard
and reported to the king.

"You need not fear to speak, Roland," said my father. "No attention is
paid to us. Besides, there is such a noise that no man can hear you
speak, save me, whose ear is close to your mouth. In truth had I a
matter of secrecy to discuss I would desire no better place."

I continued silent, first because there seemed nought to say, and second
because I thought of other matters.

"I have thought much of what you related to me last night," continued my
father, "and I have concluded that you have forgotten to speak to me of
many matters."

In this my father spoke truly, for although I had spoken freely
concerning my interview with old Solomon, I had said but little
concerning the woman whose fate had become of so much interest. Why I
had refrained from doing this I knew not, yet so it was.

"I have told you all I know concerning the thing I went to seek," I
replied.

"Ay, that is so, Roland, and thou hast never told me a lie. But I am
convinced of this: That old man never intended thee to die in that
cavern."

"No," I replied. "What is your reason for believing that?"

"I have many reasons."

"Then why did he leave me?"

"To return after you had fasted two or three days, and when your
strength would be so gone that he would be able to make his own terms
with you."

I had not thought of this before, and I wondered at my dullness, for
there was sense in my father's surmise, and I fancied there might be
truth in it.

"I see gay doings ahead," said my father presently.

"Ay," I replied, for I was thinking of the reception the king would meet
in London.

"Never did a king come to a throne under fairer skies," said my father.
"He hath come back without conditions. His will is as powerful as his
father desired his own to be. But there will be a terrible time for the
Puritans."

"But he hath promised general forgiveness."

"He is the son of his father, and all the world knows what a Stuart's
promises are worth. But never mind, thou hast found favour. See that
thou dost make use of it. But ask for nothing yet; throw your dice
carefully. But, Roland, you must obtain those papers."

Again I looked nervously around, but I saw at a glance that no one paid
heed to us.

"I tell you, you must do nothing until they are in your possession."

"No," I replied eagerly enough, for his commands fell in with my mood.

"I can do nothing to help you."

I looked at him inquiringly.

"Nothing. I shall have other things to look after. But you are no fool,
and you must do it yourself. And mind, never sow your seed until your
ground is prepared."

At this I set to wondering much as to what might be in my father's mind,
but not, I am afraid, to much purpose, seeing that the noise of the
crowd seemed to increase rather than diminish, especially as we drew
near Canterbury.

Arrived at this old city, the king make straight for the Cathedral, and
so great was the multitude who desired to follow him that I became
separated from my father; and then, scarcely regretting the happening, I
rode away from the turmoil, and set out for London town with all speed.
A full hundred miles lay before me, but I hoped that by hard riding,
even although the day was somewhat spent, I should get thither before
midnight. My horse had rested for several days, and had been well fed
and groomed during the time, and being a creature of high mettle, he
responded to the feelings of his rider, and dashed forward at a fine
speed. I had not ridden many miles, however, before I noticed that two
men were riding behind me, and as I judged were anxious to keep me in
sight. At first I took but little note of them, but when I found they
kept about the same distance from me, neither losing nor gaining upon
me, I began to wonder what was in their minds. About five o'clock in the
afternoon I stopped at an inn, so that I might obtain refreshment for my
horse and myself, and also, as I thought, give them an opportunity of
passing me. I took my place near the window, so that I might be able to
watch my horse and the road, at the same time, but although I let
nothing escape me, I saw neither of them pass by the hostelry in which I
was sitting.

"They must have taken some other road," I said to myself, and when after
a few minutes I again mounted, and on looking around saw no sign of
them, I was confirmed in my impression. But in this I was quickly
deceived, for I had not gone a mile along the road, before I heard the
sound of horses' hoofs, and on turning round, I saw these same two men
at a short distance from me.

I stopped, determining to have the matter out with them, but the moment
I did so they likewise stopped, as if by set purpose.

"Two to one," I said to myself, "and both are armed. It were foolish for
me to pick a quarrel." So I determined to outdistance them by hard
riding. But here again I failed to succeed, for although as I have said
Black Ben was young and fleet, I could gain not one yard upon them.

If I galloped they did likewise, and if I dropped into a canter they
followed my example. This kind of thing was kept up until I saw the sun
begin to sink, and then, seeing a piece of lonely country before me, I
began to apprehend an attack.

"Two to one," I repeated to myself, and I began to examine my pistols,
and to see to it that my sword lay easy in its sheath; but no sooner had
I done this than they vanished as if by magic, and I was left alone.
Upon this I again gave Black Ben rein, but by this time he had become
somewhat wearied by his long journey, so that although I made good
speed, I feared to press him too hardly.

A little later, and the night had fallen; moreover my way led through a
wood, which made everything dark, so that I had to ride warily. Added to
this, I presently approached a steep hill, where I rode slowly so that
my horse might take breath. I had scarcely gone half-way up when I heard
a rustle among the bushes at my side, and before I had time to draw
either pistol or sword, my arms were pinioned, and I was thrown to the
ground with great force.

"Not a sound, not a movement, or I will blow your brains out," said some
one in my ear.

I tried to catch sight of his face, but in vain. The woods made the road
dark, and as far as I could judge he was closely muffled. Moreover the
fall stunned me, and so numbed my senses that I was unable to think
clearly. I remember, however, that they searched my pockets, which made
me think of them as common footpads, but even when they had done this
they did not leave me.

"Have you found it?" said one.

"Not a sign of it," said another.

"But the fellow hath it: we must get it out of him somehow."

"He hath not, I tell you. I've searched him to the skin. This was easy,
for the fall knocked all life out of him. He lies like a man dead."

"Surely, we've not killed him?"

"No, he breathes."

"Then ask him where he put it, and threaten to flog him alive if he will
not tell you."

"A good thought. I say there--wake up!" and he shook me violently.

By this time my senses had come back to me sufficiently to know that I
should learn most by holding my peace. I therefore continued to lie like
a man dead.

"I say, you Rashcliffe, speak up. It's to your advantage, man," the man
continued.

This, as you may be sure, made me more alert than ever, I was now
convinced that these were no common footpads, but men who had followed
and attacked me for a purpose. They knew my name, and they suspected me
of having something which they desired. Immediately I thought of old
Solomon's words, "the Duke of York would give his eyes to have this
thing." Were these men agents of the duke, and had they discovered that
I had found out where the marriage contract was?

"It's no use, Rickmore. He must have struck his head against a stone
when we dragged him from his horse. He may lie like this for hours."

"You are sure you've searched him thoroughly?"

"Every rag upon his body?"

"And what have you found?"

"Nought but a little money and his pistols."

"Pull off his boots, it may be there."

I allowed them to pull off my boots, lying limp and inert as they did
so; but, as may be imagined, they were again disappointed.

"The fellow hath nought," said the man who had been called Rickmore,
"and 'pon my word, I believe he's dead."

"Then Duke James will have to wait."

"Hush, man, some one may hear!"

"Hear!" and the other laughed scornfully. "There's not a living soul
within three miles of the place. I say Duke James will have to wait. The
thing must be found, but this springald hath it not, spite of the
woman's speech."

"Doth the thing exist at all?"

"Exist! You should have seen the look on Duke James' face when I told
him what Katharine Harcomb had said to me. 'By the Holy Virgin,
Hamilton,' said he, speaking like the good Catholic he is, 'get hold of
the young rascal. Never let him out of your sight until you have
obtained all he hath found, and know all he can tell you.'"

"Did he say that?"

"Ay he did. I tell you he puts great store on it."

"But the fellow hath it not."

"No, and what is worse we have so nearly killed him that he might as
well be dead."

"Well, what are we to do?"

"We can do nought but return to London, and wait for the coming of the
king. At all events the king is king, thanks to Monk."

"He's to be made a duke, I hear."

"After Denman's wife tried to send him to heaven?"

"Ay, and would have succeeded, but for a mishap."

"Nay, nay. She might have sent him to hell, but never to heaven."

"Well, from all I hear no one could wish to be sent to the other world
by a fairer hand. Men have it that when Denman married Master Leslie's
daughter, he wedded a face as fair as an angel's."

"Well, it'll not save her from the gallows. Had her father not been such
a Puritan, it might have gained her favour with King Charles, but I hear
that the very name stinks in his nostrils. I am told that she nearly
escaped, but a man rode night and day to Dover to tell Monk that she had
been captured, and was safely lodged in Bedford Gaol."

"She must be a brave woman. Were she not the wife of such a fellow as
Denman I would strike a blow for her deliverance. Bedford Gaol is not a
hard place to get out of, for the gaoler not only loves his wine, but
will take a bribe. Besides, the woman who tried to send Monk into
eternity deserves some help. But say, what are we to do with this young
jackanapes?"

"Do you think he's dead?"

"No; he lives, although there's no knowing how much we've hurt him. We
dare not let it be known that we've had aught to do with him. Duke James
was very careful to tell us that everything must be done in secret."

"Then let him lie, while we make our way to London."

"Shall we take his money? He will think then that we are footpads."

"No, we cannot do that, badly as we need it. After all, a gentleman is a
gentleman."

"Nor his horse? It is a good one."

"Nay, that might tell tales. Besides, we are well supplied; let us on to
London. A good night's rest to you, Master Rashcliffe."

"With apologies for delay."

"And a curse upon you for not having what we wanted."

I heard them laugh as they mounted and rode away, as though they were
pleased with themselves. For some time I did not move; I thought it
would be wiser to keep up the part I had been playing, for fear they
might come back. Presently I heard the sound of horses coming towards me
from the Canterbury road, and this led me to get up with all speed, and
to call Black Ben to my side. A few minutes later I was again on
horseback, but little the worse for my happening, although sore vexed
with myself for being mastered so easily. Still, I had learnt something.
I was not the only one who was trying to obtain Lucy Walters' marriage
contract, while my father was not the only one to whom Katharine Harcomb
had spoken concerning the thing. Moreover I had been confirmed in my
information concerning the prison of Mistress Denman, neither did I fail
to take note of what was said about the gaoler.

On the whole, therefore, I was not ill-pleased with the night's events,
and possessed no very bitter feelings towards either Master Rickmore or
Master Hamilton.

Nothing of importance happened further to me that night. As I drew
nearer London, I found the people talking much about the gay doings
which were to take place when the king came back to his loyal city, as
well as the terrible punishments which would be meted out to all who in
any way took part in King Charles' death. I did not stay in London
longer than I could help, however, for, foolish as it may appear, I
determined to ride to Bedford, and if possible deliver from prison the
woman who had been my companion to Pycroft Hall but a few nights
before.




CHAPTER XIV

HOW I SAW A MAN WHO BECAME FAMOUS!


The night was falling fast as I drew near Bedford town. The weather was
very fine, however, and the country side was fair to behold. Flowers
were blooming on all sides, and the scent of the young and bursting life
was indeed pleasant. Not that I was in a mood to enter into the
joyousness of that spring evening, for I had ridden hard since morning,
and I noticed that Black Ben's head drooped, and he dragged one leg
wearily after another. Besides, my mind was filled with many doubts and
fears. Why had I come to a town of which I knew nothing? And why should
I seek to rescue a woman from prison who thought so little of my help
that she had treated my offer with but little respect? Added to this,
why should I, the son of a gentleman who had fought for Charles Stuart,
seek to befriend the woman who had attempted murder in order to prevent
the rightful king of the country from coming back to his throne?

These questions, which persisted in coming to me, were real and forceful
enough, and try as I would I could find no satisfactory answer to them.
Yet did I ride straight on, determined to do that which reason and
welfare declared to be madness. For the woman's face haunted me. The
look of despair I had seen in her eyes, the tone of her voice, appealed
to me so strongly for help that I could not resist. More than that, the
very mystery which surrounded her strengthened my determination. What
led her to Folkestone, and what connection had she with the old man with
whom I had had such strange experiences at Pycroft Hall?

All this determined me to get to Bedford that night, and then to use my
utmost endeavour to deliver her from the hands of Monk's minions and
from the king's power.

I heard the bells from the old church at Bedford pealing out a note of
joy, when I saw a man in plain homely garments trudging along the road
in front of me.

"Give you good even," he said, as I rode up.

"Good even," I replied, trying to discern in the fast failing light
whether he was a man of quality.

"You look as though you have ridden far."

"From London," I replied, reflecting that although he looked not like a
man of wealth, there was an air of authority about him, which made it
impossible to pass him by without a second look.

"Ah," he said eagerly. "And what is the news from London?"

"There is much," I replied; "and yet it will not take long in the
telling."

"And how is that?"

"Because it all hath to do with the same thing. When you have said that
the new king is on his way thither and that the people are preparing to
welcome him, you have told all."

"Ah, but that means much, I fear."

"You fear?"

"Ay, I fear, young master, for I fear me the devil is unloosed in London
town. If what I have heard be true, then all those things which the
children of the Lord have fought against, and driven into the darkness,
are to be flaunted in broad daylight, and no man will dare to cry
shame."

"The new king loves pleasure," I made answer.

He looked at me steadily, and was silent.

I would have ridden on at this; but thinking he might be able to tell me
things I desired to know, I determined to alight and walk by his side.

"We are not far from Bedford, I take it?" I said.

"But a mile."

"Know you of a good hostelry there?"

"I know all that may be found there."

"Then, by your leave, I will walk back with you, for I judge you are
travelling thither."

"Ay," he replied, "my home is at Bedford, and my wife and dear ones live
there."

There was a quiet dignity in the way he spoke, and although I detected
none of the evidences of the schoolman in his speech, I could not help
feeling that he was a man of some authority.

"Do you love God, young master?" he said, the moment I had dismounted,
and walked by his side.

"How may a man do that?" I asked, for the question took me aback.

"By loving His Son, whom He hath sent in the flesh to proclaim his love,
by dying for a sinful world."

"And what may be the signs which show forth that one loves the Son of
God?" I continued, concluding that I had happened across one of the
Puritans of the district.

"The sign of love is obedience," he replied. "For what are His Words?
'He that hath My commandments, and keepeth them, he it is that loveth
Me.'"

"That also may need explanation," I replied, for I determined not to
endanger myself in any way by hasty speech.

"The explanation is simple," he replied quietly. "The teaching of Christ
is that we do good, not only in lip but in life. That we love one
another, and that we also love the truth of God. It is also that we obey
God at all costs, even as the Apostles did of olden time. We have a safe
guide to the will of God in the Holy Scriptures, and especially is it
made clear to us in the New Testament Scriptures. The proofs of love to
God are trust in and obedience to Him, as is set forth therein. For what
said Martin Luther, when he stood before his judges, who called upon him
to recant. 'Confute me with scripture; if you cannot do that, neither
can I recant, for it is neither safe nor wise for a man to disobey his
conscience.' So then he loves God who is true to Him, and this he does
by instructing his conscience by Holy Writ and much prayer, and then
obeying his conscience whatever may befall him."

"But may a man not need instruction in Holy Writ?" I asked.

"A man's prayer obtains the best instruction," he made answer. "If we
read the Scriptures in prayer and reverence, God will guide us. Thus it
is that a wayfaring man, though a fool, need not err in the ways of
truth."

"But suppose that one be led in reading the Scriptures to hold views
different from those of those set in authority over us?" I asked.

He lifted his large eyes to mine, and scanned my face intently.

"Yet should he hold fast by his integrity," he replied.

"Even if the teachers of the Church command otherwise?" I asked.

"Who are the teachers of the Church?" he asked. "Are they such as
Cardinal Pole, and Stephen Gardiner, falsely called the Bishop of
Winchester, or Dr. Ridley and Master Hugh Latimer, whom they put to
death by fire? Ay, and to whose voice shall we listen; that of Laud, the
Papist in disguise, and his lying master Charles Stuart, or to such as
Cromwell, and Pym, and Hampden, who saved England from Popery and
slavery?"

"That is treason," I said.

"To whom--God or man?" he asked quietly.

"To man," I made answer, even before I knew the words had escaped from
my lips.

"Ay, to man," he replied; "but he who loves God will never be a traitor
to Him. Nevertheless, may God grant that the will of man and the will of
God may never be set against each other."

"Do you fear they will?" I asked.

"What say men in London town?" he asked.

"That the king will bring in a new order of things," I made answer, "and
that those who favoured his father's death shall be punished."

"Ay, ay," he said slowly. "But what of the Church, young master, what of
the Church?"

"It is said that the bishops are already looking forward to the time
when schism shall be overcome, and that they are already making
preparation for the change. That they are overjoyed that the king is
coming back is but to make suggestion of the whole truth."

"Ay, ay," he replied; "but we fight not with carnal weapons; our
strength is in the Lord of Hosts. The three Hebrew youths would not fall
down and worship, and they were thrown into the furnace seven times
heated, yet did the Lord deliver them. The Apostles were commanded not
to preach the Gospel, yet did they preach it, and were thrown into
prison; but the Lord opened the prison doors. At present the cloud is no
bigger than a man's hand, yet it will darken this land. I can see it
plainly, yet must the children of God bear witness to the truth."

The man spoke like one would think the prophets of old times spoke, so
calm and quiet, and yet so full of authority were his tones.

"Methinks, those who call themselves the children of God fight with
other than carnal weapons," I made answer. "If ever there was a man of
the sword it was Oliver Cromwell."

"Ay, but he trusted not in the arm of flesh, but in the Lord God," he
made answer, "else would his armies have been but burning stubble in a
strong wind. It was the men of God whom Cromwell selected, who won
Marston Moor and Naseby. On the other hand, it was the lies and the base
living of Charles and his followers which caused their defeat."

"Ay, but Cromwell is dead, and men have it that a whining, hypocritical
crew have taken his place. There have been some Judas Iscariots and
traitors at the head of England for many months."

"Ay, and some Monks too," he added, a little bitterly, I thought.

"Ay, and a Puritan woman sought to kill him, and if report speaks truly,
she is even now in Bedford Gaol."

I thought I saw him start as I spoke, so being young and foolish, and
wishing to get the better of an argument of which, as I thought, he had
the best all the way, I went on--

"Men have it that Master John Leslie, the father of this woman, is a
great man among the hot-gospellers and Independents, while Sir Charles
Denman, her husband, is almost as much renowned for his preaching as
Hugh Peters himself."

For a moment he stopped still in the road, and he lifted his right hand
above his head. Even in the dim light I noted his sturdy thick-set
figure, his broad mouth, and his searching, yet kindly eyes.

"Is that what men are saying?" he asked presently, dropping his hand.

"It is common gossip," I replied.

"Men have it that Constance, daughter of John Leslie, together with her
husband and father, plotted the murder of Monk, have they? Is that the
talk in London town?"

"It is given out by General Monk himself," I replied. "It is told to the
new king and his counsellors, and more it hath been proved by many
witnesses. The wound in the arm of Monk's secretary is sufficient
proof."

He stood still for a minute without speaking, then he said quietly--

"And have you heard aught concerning the probable fate of this maiden?"

"She is to be brought to London without delay after the king hath
arrived thither, and then she is to be tried, condemned, and put to
death. Men also have it that there is a warrant out against Sir Charles
Denman and Master John Leslie."

"Perhaps it is the will of God," he said, presently. "The blood of the
martyr hath ever been the seed of the Church of the living God."

"Martyr," I said, for something made me feel that this man knew much of
these people. "Can the death of a woman who hath attempted murder be
called martyrdom?"

I could have almost bitten my tongue for having uttered these words, for
although my reason told me they were true, my heart went against them,
and accused me of being unjust to the woman to whom I had avowed that
she could never do an unworthy deed.

"There be many things known only to God," he replied solemnly, "and
God's ways are not our ways, neither His thoughts our thoughts, yet will
we trust Him though He slay us."

"Know you aught of this woman?" I asked.

"I know what all men know," he answered. "I know that she was on her way
to Bedford to visit her father, who is a man of substance in Bedford, as
well as in London, and that while coming hither she was taken by the
minions of Monk, and dragged to gaol."

"From whence did she come?"

"From the south, somewhere."

"But had she no protector?"

"She had none. She was taken during the night."

"But surely she could not travel from the south on foot."

"Nay, she rode a good horse."

I wanted to ask other questions, but I was afraid, for I knew not who
the man was, and I dared not trust him so far as to lead him to think I
knew anything concerning her.

"Know you aught of her, young master?"

"I have come from the south," I answered, "and it was said that she had
been seen not twenty miles from where the king landed but yesterday."

"Ay, poor child, I fear me that this led her to think she would be safe
here. For you are mistaken in believing that a warrant is out against
her father. It is not true. It hath been proved that Master Leslie had
neither part nor lot in the attempt to murder Monk, and in proof of my
words he may be seen in Bedford town, although in sore grief that his
daughter is now awaiting such a fearful end."

"But he would have sheltered her, ay, and have sought to hide her, had
she reached his house?" I said.

"Did not the early Christians hide each other in Rome?" he asked. "And
did not men hide their faithful friends in the time of Mary?"

"But they were innocent?"

"And is not she innocent?"

At this I did not speak, although there seemed but little doubt, as I
gathered from the words spoken to the king, that proofs of her guilt
were unanswerable.

"Nevertheless," he went on, "although Master John Leslie is a man of
station and wealth, he has been much insulted these last three days. Men
wag their heads as he passes by, especially those who are godless, and
rejoice because they believe the coming of the king will mean
godlessness and licentiousness. Ay, and whatever be the state of things
in London, it seems as though the devil is unchained. Drunkenness and
vice walk naked and not ashamed, while many who I thought were founded
in the faith have joined the hosts of those who love not the Lord."

By this time we had entered the town, and I began to look around me for
some inn where I could find fodder for my horse and a supper for myself.

"Stay you long in Bedford, young master?"

"I hope my stay may be brief," I replied. "Will you show me to the best
inn the town affords?"

"The place most free from reproach, and where men of standing gather, is
_The Bull_," he replied, "but methinks even that will scarce be a
fitting place to-night for a well-behaved youth, as you seem to be."

"And why?" I asked.

"Because, as I told you, the whole town, since the news of the coming of
the king, hath been a scene of drunkenness and revelry. Wherever there
is much ale there is much devilry, whether it be drunk at _The Bull_ or
elsewhere. Even the ostlers cannot be got to attend to their duties,
therefore I fear you will have to groom and feed your horse yourself. As
for sleep, I much fear me that you will not be able to obtain it. I will
e'en call with you so that you may see for yourself, and if the place is
given over to carousal, then if you can think of nought better, I will
gladly offer you a bed in my own poor home."

"Thank you, good friend," I made answer, "I trust I may not need to take
advantage of your good nature; all the same I am grateful to you, and
would like to know the name of one who hath proffered such kindness."

"My name is John Bunyan," he replied, "and I minister to God's people in
this town."

"You are then an Independent preacher?" I asked.

"I am called to preach the Gospel of Christ," he replied, "and God hath
so blessed me, that I, who was a vile sinner, have been able to point a
great multitude to the Lamb of God which taketh away the sins of the
world."

I do not know why it was, but although my father had not influenced me
to lean either towards the Episcopal Church or towards the Dissenters, I
felt prejudiced against him. I determined therefore that nothing should
induce me to sleep at his house, and when we presently reached _The
Bull_, and I found the place given over to drinking and revelry even as
he had said, I persisted in having the room offered to me.

"Perhaps we shall meet again, young master," he said, as he walked away.
"God hath a purpose in bringing people together, and although when I
went out this evening to speak words of comfort to a sick member of my
flock, I had no premonition that I should meet you, yet I believe God
had a purpose in it, for truly I can see that thou art not far from the
Kingdom."

It was some time before I was able to obtain an ostler to feed and groom
my horse; at length, however, I succeeded in so doing by the promise of
extra payment, and then having satisfied myself on this score, I found
my way to the inn again, in the hope of supper. But in this I found
great difficulty. Drink was plentiful enough, but something to eat was a
different matter. Every one in the house seemed too busy in supplying
drink to those who came hither to drink the king's health to be able to
care aught for the needs of a traveller such as myself. At length,
however, I obtained some boiled beef and bread, and with this I had to
be content, and after partaking thereof I found my way into a room where
I was told the people of quality had congregated.

Little notice was taken of my coming, until it became known that I had
come from London town, after which I became a person of great
importance, and was plied with many questions. These I answered freely
enough. First because my answers could arouse no suspicion, and second
because I thought I should thereby lead my questioners to talk about the
woman who was imprisoned at Bedford Gaol. In this I found I had
conjectured rightly, and when, presently, I found that one of those who
talked with me was no less a person than the governor of the gaol, I
rejoiced greatly that I had not accepted the hospitality of Master John
Bunyan.

"Ah, but it is a feather in my cap," said this man, whose name I found
to be John Sturgeon, "and I doubt not that when all the happenings reach
the king's ears he will be mightily pleased with me."

I saw that he had been drinking freely, and that he weighed not his
words. Moreover, he seemed to be a man of choleric temper, and did not
brook opposition from any one.

"And how may that be, Master Sturgeon?" I said. "Think you the king will
have so little to do when he arrives at Whitehall that he will pay heed
to the imprisonment of what you have called a Puritan woman?"

"Surely you have not lived in London, or you would not speak so
foolishly," he cried. "Suppose, I say, suppose she had killed General
Monk, would the king have been welcomed back? I tell you no. Therefore
will the king bear in mind all who have had aught to do with the capture
of such a one."

"Ay, but," I urged, "the governor of the gaol is not the constable who
caught her coming hither?"

"Again you speak like a fool, young master, or you would know that I am
a man of authority in Bedford. Moreover, was it not I who had Master
John Leslie watched? Did I not note his looks of uneasiness, and did not
the inquiries I made concerning him lead me to place men along the roads
to London? Ah, but it was by the merest shave that they took her. For
what was she dressed like, think you? As a witch? Nay, but as a saucy
young springald. Moreover, she carried things with a high hand, and
threatened Jonathan Wild, the biggest constable in Bedford, to horsewhip
him. But her face betrayed her, for one of the men, although she hath
lived much in London, and is but little known in Bedford, recognized her
in the moonlight, and then having suspicions, pulled off her headgear,
whereupon her hair fell down her back."

At this there was much laughter, and many coarse jests.

"Ah, well," went on Master Sturgeon, "I never did like Master Leslie,
for he sent many a good fellow to Bedford Gaol, simply because they were
not straightlaced Puritans like himself. Things are changed now, and
mayhap that I shall have even him under lock and key."

"How did she get her horse and her attire?" I asked.

"That I cannot tell," he replied, "but I doubt not it will all come out
when she is tried."

"When and where is the trial to be?"

"In London, I do hear. This, I think, is a shame, for why should all the
fun be in London. Still the deed was done there, and mayhap the king,
who loves a pretty face, may wish to be at the trial."

Although much more was said, there was little of importance; moreover I
found that men were too eager to talk of the events which were to take
place in London because of the king's coming, to pay much heed to the
woman who had attempted the life of General Monk, wife to Sir Charles
Denman though she might be.

Still I kept in the room until wellnigh midnight, when Master Sturgeon
rose to go. I was told that he boasted of being able to carry more drink
than any man in Bedford, nevertheless I saw that he staggered somewhat
on leaving the inn. As he put on his hat a plan was suddenly born in my
mind, and without weighing its value I followed him into the street,
determining to make my first attempt that very night to obtain the
liberty of the woman into whose company I had been so strangely thrown.




CHAPTER XV

MASTER STURGEON, THE GAOLER


Master Sturgeon had walked but a few steps when I came to his side.

"I am a stranger in Bedford, Master Sturgeon," I said, "therefore the
company of such a well-known man as yourself is of great interest to me,
and if I may, I will e'en walk a little way with you."

"Ah, it is you, Master Stranger?" he made answer, "and you have seen
that I am a man of no mean import in the town? Ah, well, you are a youth
of great penetration."

"Every one here seems to know you," I said.

"How can it be otherwise?" he said, with half-drunken gravity. "Am I not
the father of the town? It is true that many would say that Master
Leslie is of greater importance than I, because he is a justice, and
because he comes of an old family. But what of that? I am here always
and he is only here sometimes. And besides--will not this drag him down,
and lift me up? He will say, of course, that Sir Charles Denman egged
her on, and not he: that may be true; but why was she on her way to
Goodlands, which is the name of Master Leslie's house? You see, she was
hardly ever seen at Bedford. None of the family liked the place. Master
Leslie came sometimes, and crowed it over people who have made the town,
but his wife and children considered themselves too high and mighty to
come."

"Master Leslie hath other children, then?"

"Ay, that he hath."

"How many?"

"As to that I know not, for, as I have said, he lived much in London,
and was great friends with Old Noll. But when he did come here, he
showed what a strong Quaker he was, going sometimes to hear the tinker,
and at others to hear Master Gaystone, who is as great a Presbyterian as
ever lived. Would you mind taking my arm, young master? My head is clear
enough, but I seem to see the road rising up before me."

I took his arm, and continued to ply him with questions, for though he
stammered and hiccuped much, he seemed desirous of talking. Moreover, he
was not so drunk but that he understood what he was saying.

"And Sir Charles Denman. Know you aught of him?"

"Nay, nothing much. A great friend of Master Leslie's and a bigoted
Puritan. A money lover, too, and one, I am told, who is as secret as an
oyster. Men have wondered that a maid so young and so fair to look upon
should have married him; but no man can tell what a woman will do."

"Is she, then, so very beautiful?"

"Ay, that she is. When I saw her brought into the gaol, I fair started.
It seemed impossible that one so young and so fair could attempt to
murder a man. But there it is, no man may say what these Puritans will
do."

"The king may thank his stars he hath such a zealous officer in this
town of Bedford," I said, trying to play upon his vanity. "It ought to
be made known what a valuable subject he possesseth."

"Ah, you see that! What I fear is that my part will not be mentioned to
his Majesty. Why, a man hath been knighted for less!"

"Many's the time," I said; "yet would you believe that, although I was
at Dover when the king landed, and although I heard an officer tell him
that the woman was captured, your name was never once mentioned?"

"You at Dover! You heard men tell the news to the king!" he cried.

"Ay, and I spoke to the king," I made answer; "but I left him at
Canterbury, for I desired to reach London town quickly, having affairs
of importance to transact."

"And the king spoke to you, young master! Tell me, did the king speak to
you?"

"Ay, that he did," I replied. "Why not?"

My news seemed to startle him so that his voice lost some of its
thickness, and I thought he became soberer.

"I fear I have taken liberties with my betters," he said solemnly.

"Oh, as to that I take no account," I replied. "It was not for me to
blazon it abroad that I had spoken to the king, or to tell them that he
asked me if I desired a favour, therefore you would think of me as you
would think of any other traveller coming into the town. Still, I saw
that you were a man of authority, and I desired to speak with you."

"Tell me, young master," he said eagerly, "hath the king sent you here?
Are you here for anything like statecraft?"

"As to that, Master Sturgeon, young as I am I am old enough to hold my
peace on such matters. Only this I will say: I have a stronger hold on
the king than many whose names are bandied from mouth to mouth, and a
word from me will in the time to come weigh much with him."

"Your name, worshipful master, what might your name be?"

"As I said before, a man doth not shout his name to the people when he
hath important affairs to perform," I replied.

"If there is aught I can do for you, young master," he said, "say the
word, and John Sturgeon is at your command."

I had measured my man rightly. Vain as a peacock when sober, and a fool
in the bargain when his brains were muddled by drink, I saw that I could
work my will with him if I played my game carefully.

We were passing by a gloomy building as we spoke, and he noted my
interest in it.

"The gaol, young master, the gaol. Would you like to see it? To-morrow I
will be at your service, and I will show you, ay, I will show you the
beauteous daughter of Master John Leslie."

"To-morrow," I replied slowly: "to-morrow I ought to be far from
Bedford, Master Sturgeon; yet methinks the king would be interested to
know that I saw the woman safely guarded. As you said some time ago, had
General Monk been killed, Lambert would have been master, and then I
doubt much if Charles would have been brought back. You say you have no
one above you in this gaol, Master Sturgeon? You are the sole master
here?"

"Ay, the sole master," he replied with pride. "Any command I make is
obeyed. Either in town or county gaol, John Sturgeon is chief man."

"Then would I visit the gaol, and see this woman before I go to bed
to-night," I made answer.

I saw that my request had startled him. Perhaps doubts came into his
mind concerning my request. Perhaps never in his life had he a prisoner
of such importance. Mostly the people under his care would be thieving
vagrants, or perhaps occasionally some low-browed murderer. This woman,
however, made him realize his importance more than ever. She was the
daughter of one of the chief men in the neighbourhood, and the
importance of her capture was not confined to the little town in which
he lived.

"I would rather it should be to-morrow if it please you, young master,"
he said presently, and I could see that his judgment, muddled as it was
by drink, was still sufficiently clear to know that my request was not
unaccompanied by danger to him.

"I do not think I need trouble you to-morrow," I replied. "If I desire
to see the gaol then, it is probable I shall be accompanied by one of
the justices of the town. But to-night all is quiet, and perchance I
might be enabled to take back a better report to London than if I saw
things under the guidance of a justice."

"Oh, I will see to it, young master," he said hurriedly.

"The turnkeys will be either drunk or asleep, but I can open all doors.
Come with me. Not but I would rather it had been to-morrow, for the ale
was strong, and try as I may I cannot help being sleepy."

He led the way into the gaol courtyard, a small and--as I plainly saw in
the moonlight--an ill-kept place,--and then proceeded to open the door
which led into the building.

The prison was as silent as death. In the distance I heard the noise of
those who were still at their carousals, as well as many whom we had
passed in the streets. Some were singing the songs which had been
composed about the coming of the king, others were quarrelling, while
others still were shouting in their drunken revelry; but here all was as
still as death. I saw that Master Sturgeon spoke truly when he said the
strong ale had got into his head. He fumbled much with his keys, and in
truth seemed wellnigh asleep.

"You will speak well of me to the king, young master," I heard him
mumble; "ay, and you ought, for there is not in all the realm a more
zealous subject of his Majesty. God save the king!"

"How many gaolers have you here?" I asked, my heart beating fast, for
now that I had once entered the prison the reality of what I was trying
to do came to me with more vividness than ever.

"How many?" he replied solemnly, "not many; besides, doth not the king
ride to London to-day? And have they not been drinking the king's
health, even as I have?"

"And is it not right to drink the king's health?" I made answer.

"Right? ay, that it is. Besides, a sup of ale would make me awake again.
Well thought of."

Without even stopping to lock the door behind him, he made his way to a
room near the entrance, where after much ado, having lit a candle, he
found a jar of ale.

"Jiggins of _The Bull_ says he brews the best ale in Bedford," he said,
"but this is better, this is better;" and he drank a deep draught.

"Come and let me see the prisoner," I said, for I feared he would soon
be too drunk to render me any service.

"Plenty of time, plenty of time," he said sleepily. "Let me pull myself
together a bit. Her door is the second on the right, and the key is
there," and he pointed to a key hanging on the wall. "I don't like
Master Leslie, he hath never treated me as one man of quality should
treat another; but I had to put her in the best cell. Oh, she hath a
good bed, and good victuals. For what saith her father? 'Nothing is
proved against her yet,' he saith, so I had to be careful. But you'll
tell the king, young master. It was because of me that she was taken,
and--but that ale is good; I will e'en have another drink."

A minute after he sat down in an armchair which stood close to the open
fireplace.

"A man may rest in his own room, king or no king," he went on with
sleepy gravity. "Besides, am I not the governor? Who dares ask me
questions? Even the justices say, 'Ah, we must leave all things to
Master Sturgeon.' And they may, they may. The king's most trusted
servant--that's what I am. Won't you drink, young master? There's no
hurry. Her door is close by, and the key is handy. I always see to that.
I always have my own keys for my own use. Ah, Master Leslie will soon
know who's master now! The father of Bedford, that's what I am."

I let him wander on. If he had spoken truly there was no need of
interruption, for, as some one at _The Bull_ had said, there would be
few men in Bedford sober that night. The king had given commands that
the people should drink his health, and there was no reason to suppose
that they were slow in obeying his royal will. I doubted not that the
gaolers had made the most of the king's bounty, even as others had, and
if so, there was little fear of being disturbed.

I saw that Master Sturgeon was regarding me in a dazed sort of way, as
though he wondered why I was there, but by this time the liquor had got
too strong a hold upon his brain for him to think of asking questions.
He lay back heavily in his chair, and I saw that he had great difficulty
in keeping his film-covered eyes open. A few minutes later he was fast
asleep, and I was in Bedford Gaol without a guide to conduct me whither
I would go.

Taking the key he had indicated from the nail on which it hung, I made
my way out of the room, holding the candle in my hand. But Master
Sturgeon paid no heed to me, and to all appearances he would sleep for
many hours to come.

Once outside the door, I carefully turned the key in the lock, and then
I silently walked along the passages, taking care, however, to make no
sound. It was seemingly in my power to set at liberty every prisoner in
the gaol, but I thought not of them. All my interest was centred in the
woman whom I had accompanied from Folkestone Town to Pycroft Hall.
Indeed, I doubt if there were many prisoners to be liberated, for I had
heard at the inn that all save those who had committed serious crime had
been liberated in order to shew forth the king's clemency.

At the second door I stopped and listened. All was silent as death. Not
a sound was heard in the whole dark gloomy building. Even the noise of
the revellers from the outside did not reach me here. I did not stop to
consider the danger of carrying out the plan that had been born in my
mind. I did not consider that if I was caught in the act of seeking to
liberate Constance Denman my own liberty would be at stake. I was simply
filled with an eager desire to look on her face again, to hear her
voice, and to give her liberty. All the fears and doubts which haunted
me through the day troubled me no longer. The madness of thus seeking
out a woman of whom I knew so little troubled me not one whit. My heart
was young and warm, and at that moment the desire to find the king's
marriage contract with Lucy Walters was of far less importance to me
than to befriend the woman who was accused of trying to murder General
Monk.

As I said, I stopped and listened intently. The candle in my hand cast
flickering shadows along the gloomy passage in which I stood. The air
felt cold and dead. The silence was unearthly, and only the beating of
my own heart broke the stillness of the night.

I did not knock at the door at once. What, I reflected, if Master
Sturgeon was not as drunk as he appeared? What if he awoke, and
discovered that I had locked him in his room? Would he not cry aloud,
and arouse some sleepy official, who would be doubtless within call?
Loose as had been the discipline in prisons since the coming of the king
had been proclaimed, there must be still some semblance of order
remaining. I therefore crept back to his door again and listened. Yes,
there could be no doubt about it. He was breathing heavily like a man
who would not awake for several hours. I therefore found my way back
again, and listened at the door in which he said the woman was
confined.

Yes, there could be no doubt about it, there was a movement within. I
heard the rustle of a woman's dress. I heard some one sighing. I
listened if possible more silently, and heard a voice, a woman's voice.
I will write down what I heard, for although I deem it an ill-judged
act, as a rule, to repeat a woman's prayers, yet because it may shew
that I had reason for believing in the woman's innocence in spite of all
that had been said to her discredit, I will even do so. For the woman
was praying.

"Great Judge of men," she said, "Thou who art God over all, and hast in
all ages been kind to those that trust in Thee, be pleased to deliver
me. For I am sorely set about with danger. Thou knowest the thoughts of
my heart, Thou understandest why I am brought to this condition. Thus
because Thou understandest all things I come to Thee with confidence. Be
pleased to set at nought the cunning devices of men, and even as the
doors of the prison were thrown open to the Apostles of old time, be
pleased to open the doors of my prison. But if it is Thy will that I
should suffer, help me to deport myself even as one who trusts in Thy
mercy through the merits of Christ, who died for the world."

At this there was a silence, and after waiting a moment I made a slight
noise at the door, so that she might be prepared for my coming. Then I
put my lips to the keyhole, and spoke. "Be silent and fear not," I said
in a whisper.

"Who is there?" I heard her say.

"A friend," I replied, "be not afraid."

Upon this I put the key in the door, and to my delight it opened wide. A
moment later I stood within the woman's prison house.

Dim as was the light of the candle, for a moment it dazzled her eyes, so
that she could not see plainly, but ere long she made out who I was, and
then I saw that she was overcome with astonishment.

"Master Rashcliffe!" she said in a frightened whisper.

"Yes," I made answer.

"How came you here?"

"To deliver you--if I can."

For a moment she seemed too overwhelmed for further speech, but
presently I saw that she conquered her astonishment, and I thought I saw
that half-angry half-defiant look which I had detected when I first
overtook her on the road outside Folkestone.

"Do you know you run great danger?" she asked.

"Perhaps," I replied, for somehow her presence seemed to make me slow of
speech.

"Then what led you to enter these walls?"

"I have told you," I replied.

"But how could you gain entrance?"

"Another time I will tell you, but there is no time now. Once outside
the town I can tell you concerning this and many other matters, but now
your liberty is my chief concern."

She looked up into my face as though she would read the story of my life
therein, and as she did so I was able to see her more plainly than ever
it had been my lot to do. I saw now what the man at the inn had meant
when he said she was fair to look upon, for she possessed a beauty such
as I had never seen before. And yet she was different from the beauties
of Charles' Court, concerning whom I had heard my father speak. Hers was
the beauty of a woman who was as pure as the angels. Concerning this
many may smile, and say that I saw her with the eyes of foolish boyhood.
Yet although many years have passed since then, and although many harsh
judgments have been formed concerning the deed of which she was accused,
I hold fast to what I say. Her eyes had all the innocence of the eyes of
a child. Her face was as free from marks of passion and guilt as were
the faces of which artists dreamt when they painted pictures of the
Mother of Christ. Nevertheless, hers was not the face of a child. It was
strong and resolute. There was neither fear nor shrinking in her gaze as
she turned her eyes to my face. Wonder there was, even amounting to
astonishment, but there was more. I saw that this woman with such a
beauteous face was capable of deeds of daring and sacrifice. That Joan
of Arc, the story of whose deeds had so inspired my imagination years
before, was not capable of greater daring than she, and that this woman
would follow the call of God as faithfully as did the Maid of Orleans
more than two hundred years before. Moreover, her presence suggested no
weakness. I saw that though barely twenty years of age, she was not
weak, nor of delicate appearance. The blood of health coursed through
her veins. Her hands were firm, the light of her eyes burned steadily.
Moreover, she was not cast in a small mould, rather she was taller than
most women, and was perfectly proportioned.

All this I saw at a glance even although it has taken me some time to
set it down on paper, and if I had ever hesitated in my determination to
save her from the doom which awaited her, it had now flown to the winds.
For I knew that her life was not worth a silver groat. General Monk had
determined on her death, and in spite of all talk about the king's
clemency, it was freely said that he would shew no mercy on those who
had aught to do with his father's death. Moreover, as it was given out
that both Sir Charles Denman and Master Leslie were much implicated in
this matter, the woman who was so closely connected with them both could
expect no mercy.

"You know the meaning of what I told you when we stood together outside
Pycroft Hall," she said quietly. "You know of what I am accused now?"

"Yes."

"And you believe it?"

"I believe nothing unworthy of you."

"But you have heard of the proofs?"

"Ay, I have heard; but I know nought of them. They are nothing to me. I
promised to befriend you, and I have come to fulfil my promise."

"But can you?"

"Ay, I can."

I meant what I said, for at that moment all difficulties appeared as
nothing.

"You can take me outside these prison walls?"

"Ay."

"And after that?"

"After that I know not. Perhaps you have plans in your own mind, but if
you have not I can save you."

Perhaps the confident way in which I spoke gave her courage; moreover, I
saw by the flash in her eyes that she comprehended what to many other
women would have seemed mysterious. For she was no woman of dull
intelligence, but one who thought quickly and to purpose.

"If I can reach my father's house I am safe," she said.

"Your father's house? That surely is the first place men will go when
they hear of your escape from here."

"Nay, it is not. They will never believe that I should go thither now.
If they do, it will not matter; I shall be safe there, and even my
father will not know of my presence."

"You have trusty servants, and there are secret places at Goodlands," I
said.

She gave me a glance which made my heart burn, although I knew not why.

"But for an accident I should have taken refuge there," she said. "While
I was at Pycroft it was given out that I had been recognized in the
neighbourhood, and endeavours were made to capture me. So I made my way
to Dorking, where I made myself known to those whose business it was to
take me. But I escaped from there, leaving no trace behind, and hoped to
reach my father's house."

"But how did you do this?"

"I have many friends."

"But why did you make yourself known at Dorking?"

She looked at me steadily and seemed on the point of speaking; but no
word escaped her lips.

"And did Sir Charles Denman accompany you?" I said.

"No," she replied, and there was, as I thought, anger in her tones. "No,
he did not."

Why it was I did not know, but I rejoiced at this.

"And you do not know where he is now?"

"No, I do not know," she answered.

She paused a moment, and although it was a joy beyond the telling to be
with her and hear her speak, it came to me that not a moment was to be
lost if I was to lead her to liberty.




CHAPTER XVI

THE ESCAPE


"There is no time for further questioning," I said, "even although there
are many things I would ask you;" and then in a few words I told her how
I had been able to come thither. She said no word while I spoke to her
concerning this, not even to ask a question; nevertheless what I said
convinced her that never again would she have such a favourable
opportunity of escaping, so without any ado we found our way outside the
gaol without a single mishap. Indeed, so easy was the escape from
Bedford Gaol that I have wondered many times since concerning our good
fortune. But as I have said, the coming of the king, and the carousals
consequent thereupon, had caused many things to be turned topsy-turvy,
so that we got outside the prison gates without so much as a single word
spoken to us. For that matter, I believe that no man save Master
Sturgeon ever dreamed that I had entered the place, and no man knew when
I went out.

Once outside the prison gates she drew a deep breath, and then I saw her
lips move as if in prayer. She had brought a cloak with her, which she
now threw over her head, and then she hurried rapidly into the street.
We were in the very heart of the town, yet saw we no man, for the time
was now past midnight, and most of the revellers had gone to sleep.

"Which way would you go?" I asked.

"Along the Woburn Road," she whispered. "But stay, we must not go as
though we were followed. May I take your arm, Master Rashcliffe?"

I felt every fibre of my body tingle as her hand rested on my left arm,
and I felt that it should go hard with the man who tried to take her
from me. I saw to it, therefore, that my sword was loose in its sheath,
and that my pistols were easy to command.

"If once we can cross the river we shall be safer, I think," she said.
"The town lies this side the river, and once away from the bridge we
shall be less likely to meet any who might molest us."

The night was quiet, I remember. Not a breath of wind stirred, and the
moon having been hidden by the passing clouds, there was but little
light.

We had not gone above twenty paces along the road, which I think the
townspeople called the High Street, when we met two men, who, as I
judged, were people of authority.

"Who are you and where go you?" one asked.

"Who are you, and where go you?" I retorted quickly.

"Who am I?" he asked. "I am the town clerk. Now tell me who you are."

"Sir William Bilton is the chief man in Bedford," said my companion in a
whisper.

I caught her meaning, and spoke as loudly as I dared. "If a guest of Sir
William Bilton may not walk through the town to see how it behaves on
the day when the king arrives in London without being stopped by the
town clerk, it is passing strange," I answered. "Moreover, I will see to
it that he knows concerning the matter."

The man's tone changed in a moment. "I hope no offence, young master,"
he said humbly. "Will you be pleased to pay my humble respects to Sir
William, and to tell him that I only seek to do my duty?"

"That is very well," I answered in a tone of offended dignity. "I find
no fault with a zealous officer of the town, nevertheless I thought a
man in your position could distinguish between a drunken brawler and a
man of quality."

"I crave your pardon, worshipful sir," he said, "but I have had much
trouble to-night, for nearly every constable and night watchman is
drunk. Therefore, although there is much licence at such a time, yet for
the good name of the town I must e'en do my duty."

"Ay, I see that, and I will at the first opportunity I have tell Sir
William what a faithful town clerk he has. Moreover, you may not take a
crown amiss with which to drink the king's health, also that of Sir
William."

A moment later we were left alone again, and then we walked slowly down
the street. Had I been alone I think I should have hastened, but my
companion pressed my arm, and bade me in a whisper to go slowly.

I heard the two men talking together, as though they doubted who we
were, but presently they decided to go on their way, and great was my
delight as I heard their retreating footsteps.

A minute later we reached the river, which was crossed by means of a
roughly built bridge. I noted that the river ran slowly here, and was
perchance a little more than forty yards wide. On our left was a dark
building, which looked grim and forbidding, standing as it did upon the
river bank.

"That is the town gaol," said my companion. "I hoped when I was taken
that I should have been imprisoned there. Then would I have escaped two
days ago."

"How?" I asked.

"I would have crept out by one of the windows, and swum across the
river," she answered.

"But how could you have crept out by the windows?"

"There are those within that gaol who would do aught for me," she
answered.

This she said as we crossed the bridge, eagerly looking around her as
she spoke.

We still kept straight on, perhaps a hundred yards or more, when she
suddenly took a turning to the right.

"And where go we now--Lady Denman?" I asked.

She gave a start, and then stood still as I mentioned her name.

"Nay, not that," she said almost hoarsely.

"It is not easy to speak to you unless I call you by your name," I said.

"Nay, but call me not by his name. He hath been the cause of all our
troubles!"

She said these words with such bitterness of voice that she might not
have been the same woman who had been speaking a few moments before.

"But he is your husband," I said almost brutally.

She hesitated a few seconds, and then, still holding my arm, she walked
by my side along the road.

"There be many reasons which lead a woman to call a man husband," she
said. "Not every woman loves the man whose name she bears, and--" here
she stopped again like one who seemed to fear she had said too much.
"Besides," she went on, "certain subjects are painful. I can go faster
if you wish."

"I am sorry if I have said aught to make you angry with me, Lady----"

"Constance," she said; "call me Mistress Constance. Nay, you have done
nought to make me angry. Hark! what is that?"

We were now outside the town, and houses were not so plentiful;
nevertheless, here and there cottages were scattered, and from some of
the windows I saw flickering lights. What we heard was the sound of
footsteps and the shout of men's voices.

"They come towards us, not after us," I heard her murmur.

"Perchance there is an alehouse on the road," I suggested, "and these
are men who have been drinking there."

"There is an alehouse; but listen----"

We stopped and listened, and I felt sure I was right in my conjecture.

"Am I a constable," I heard one say, "and shall I see such goings on? I
tell you, you are drunk!"

"Ay, I am, and so are you, Master Blewitt. The man who is not drunk
to-day is not worthy to be called an Englishman. It is only Puritans and
women who are not drunk. Ah, we had not been so drunk if Master Leslie's
daughter had not been safely in gaol. Had Master Leslie been able to
hold up his head he would have done much to keep the town sober, king or
no king."

"Ay, that is the worst of these Puritans, and that is why I am glad the
king hath come back. There will be no sin in getting drunk now, nay, nor
no sin in kissing a pretty girl. Down with the Puritans, I say, and to
the gallows with Master Leslie's pretty daughter."

"Nay, 'twould be a pity to put a piece of rope around such a pretty
neck."

"What, man! You never saw her neck."

"Ay, but I did, and her face too. I never saw it till she was brought to
the river's bank. But I saw it then, and I shall never forget it. Ay, I
would know it among ten thousand."

I felt Mistress Constance grasp my arm more tightly with her right hand,
while with her left she drew her mantle more closely around her face.

"Shall we go back?" she asked.

"What, towards the prison?"

"Oh no--let us go on."

Indeed we could do nought else, for the men had caught sight of us by
this time, and I heard one man exclaim, "Ay, here is a man and a wench
coming!"

"Do not fear," I whispered: "there be but three, and they are wellnigh
drunk. If the worst comes to the worst I will fight them all--and
meanwhile you can escape."

I felt her shiver, even while her fingers gripped my arm still more
tightly. Brave as she was, she was still a woman, who shrank from being
brought into contact with brutal and profane men.

"Do not leave me if you can help it," she whispered, and then she seemed
to master herself, and we walked boldly towards them.

"Good morrow," said one of the men.

"Good morrow," I replied.

"And whither go you?"

"That is my business."

"Ay, and mine too. Know you I am a constable and carry a truncheon?
Come, tell me who you are."

"Ay, and let the wench show us her face," said another.

"Ay, and let her give us a kiss," said the third.

My anger was getting the better of me now, for not only did they say
what I have written down, but much more, which must have been sorely
distasteful to Mistress Constance's ears.

Without any more ado, therefore, I drew my sword.

"The man who approaches a step nearer will have to swallow six inches of
steel," I said.

Drunk as they were they started back. One, however, who did not seem
quite as drunk as the others, eyed us closely.

"Now, then, Peter Blewitt," he said, "you boast that you are a brave
man, and you carry a truncheon. At him! At him!"

But Peter Blewitt did not move.

"And you say you are never frightened!" sneered the other. "You say that
you will take me to the lock-up. You! you haven't the courage of a
bantam cock!"

This seemed to sting the drunken constable, for he made as though he
would come towards me, and throwing off Mistress Constance's hand, I
seized a pistol, and held it towards them.

"Unless you go your way I shoot," I cried.

"Now then, Peter Blewitt, surely you are not afraid of a boy's popgun?
At him, man! at him!"

With drunken gravity the constable drew his truncheon and came towards
me. I was loth, great as the danger was, to use my weapons, for though I
had been trained to the use of both, I had never had occasion to defend
myself by them before. In this case my hesitation almost led to my
undoing, for the feel of the truncheon having evidently given the
constable fresh courage, he rushed upon me suddenly, and struck at me
with all his might. He did not miss me by more than six inches, and had
I not slipped aside, I should have been completely at his mercy, for he
was a strong man. As it was, however, he missed me completely, and not
only that, but wellnigh fell down at my feet. Peter Blewitt's action,
however, proved an example for the others.

"I'll see who the wench is, pistol or no pistol," I heard one say, and I
saw him seize Mistress Constance's cloak, and try to pull it aside.

At this I hesitated no longer, but struck at him with my sword. Whether
the blade cut its way through the man's thick clothes I know not, but he
dropped his arm in a moment, and then, carried away by my desire to be
rid of them, I lifted my left arm and fired. I have been told since that
the bullet only grazed the man's shoulder, but he cried out like one in
the death agony. "I'm killed, I'm killed! Help!" he cried.

At this he took to his heels, and flew as though the furies were at his
heels, while the others, apparently frightened at the report of the
pistol, followed him howling at the top of their voices.

"Are you hurt?" asked Mistress Constance.

"No; and you are safe!"

"Yes. The man did not see my face. Come, let us go."

We hurried along the road for it may be five minutes; then she stopped.

"There is a stile here somewhere," she said. "I am sure we have not
passed it. Ah, there it is."

She leaped lightly over it, and then followed the windings of a
footpath. Through two fields we passed together without speaking, then
she turned on me suddenly.

"Thank you, Master Rashcliffe," she said; "you are a brave man."

"What do you mean?" I stammered.

"I am safe now. You need not fear for me any more. I thank you from the
depths of my heart."

"But you are not arrived at your destination yet."

"No, but I shall be there soon. You see those trees? Once behind them I
am safe."

"But----"

"It will not be well for you to come farther, Master Rashcliffe. You
need not fear for me. Forgive me if I desire to be alone. It is not
because I am not grateful. You have saved me from death, a terrible
death. Good-bye. We shall never meet again."

My heart grew cold within me. "You have told me nothing," I stammered.
"That is, the time may come when I can be of--that is, I desire to be
your friend, even as I told you more than a week ago at--that is, on the
night I saw you first."

"No, no. I had better tell you nothing. If I am not taken prisoner
again--which I shall not be; no, I will die first!--you will never see
me more. But I will pray for you, pray that God will preserve you and
give you happiness. But tell me," she cried, and it seemed as though she
had remembered something else, "can you get away in safety? You must
have had difficulty in coming to me."

"There is no need to fear for me, Mistress Constance," I said, fearing
to give her pain on my account, and thus saying words which I was far
from being sure of. "I will get away from Bedford without any man being
the wiser, and you need not fear that I will ever tell any man that I
have seen you. But I thought not to part from you so soon. There are
many things I would ask of you. Much hath happened since I saw you last,
and perchance you can give me an explanation."

"I can tell you nothing, nothing."

"But you spoke to that old man. You knew him, I saw him also. I had
speech with him, and I would know who he was. The knowledge would
advantage me much."

"No, no, I must not, I dare not. Good-bye. I thank you beyond words for
what you have done, and you need not fear for me. I am safe now. I can
hide while search is being made. After that I shall find a home in
another land."

"Another land?"

"Ay. There can be no longer a home in England for such as I. Good-bye."

Again she held out her hand, and in so doing she allowed her cloak to
drop, so that I saw her face again, and again my heart grew warm as I
saw it.

"I cannot let you go like this," I said. "Perchance you will need help
again. If you do, then I desire to be at your side to render such
service as may lie in my power."

"Why should you?" she asked. "I am a stranger to you. Our pathways have
strangely crossed each other, and you have been kind to me. For this I
thank you, oh, so much! but we can never meet again. Our paths lie
apart. I dare not show my face to my country people. I am a Dissenter.
My father is hated of the new king, while I"--here her voice grew hoarse
and harsh--"I attempted to kill the man whose actions brought him back.
Do you realize that, Master Rashcliffe? Since that day I have been
hunted as though I were a mad dog. Since that day I have had to adopt
all sorts of disguises. I have had to hide in secret places, sometimes
alone, sometimes in the company of a man who--who made me do his will,
even when my heart grew sick at the thought of it."

"Then you need a friend all the more. I know nothing of the history of
your marriage with Sir Charles Denman, and----"

"Do not seek to know it," she cried passionately. "I shall escape now.
Since God hath led you to deliver me from Bedford Gaol, even when hope
had died within my heart, will He forsake me now?"

"No, but if you need me?" I cried. "Will you not promise to send for me
if you need me?"

"Is that your desire? Knowing what you know of me, do you wish to
endanger yourself for me?"

"Does not my presence in Bedford to-night prove it?"

"But how may that be? Where can I send?"

"There is a man near St. Paul's Cross who keeps an inn called the
_Virgin Queen_," I made answer. "He was once a servant of my father's.
His name is Caleb Bullen. I will speak to him directly I return to
London, and if you send a letter to me in care of him it will surely
reach me."

I saw that she looked steadily towards me as I spoke, and I thought she
hesitated.

"When I need help I will send to you. But stay! I may need protection
from my--husband. Will you shield me from him?"

She said this bitterly, and as she spoke my heart became hard. Why
should I seek to befriend the wife of another man? Was not her place at
his side? Then I remembered the way he spoke to her in the inn at
Folkestone, and while I pitied the woman, I felt like hating the man.

"I will help you against all who would harm you," I said.

She grasped my hand convulsively.

"God protect you and preserve you," she said; and then before I realized
what she had done, I saw her speeding swiftly across the meadows towards
the trees she had spoken of.

I started to follow her, but deemed such an action to be unwise;
therefore I stopped and listened. Full five minutes did I wait, but not
a sound did I hear. She had disappeared from my view as though she were
a shadow of the night. For a time she seemed but the creature of one's
dreams, and the events of the night only the imaginings of a disordered
mind. Yet I knew it was not so.

Presently, drawn by a curiosity which I was unable to overcome, I went
towards the group of trees I have spoken of, and presently I saw a large
house wellnigh hidden by much foliage. After that I stayed not a minute,
but hurried back with all speed towards Bedford.

The reason for this will be plain. While I was with Mistress Constance,
my one thought was to ensure her safety, but directly I was convinced
that she had found a refuge, I realized my own danger. It came upon me
with great suddenness that I must leave the town within an hour. I knew
that the woman's flight from the gaol might be discovered any moment,
and thus I should, if I were not careful, be drawn into a net of
difficulties. It would be easy to raise the hue and cry, and then I
should nowhere find rest for the sole of my foot. I realized that the
carousals consequent upon the coming of the king had allowed me to
effect her escape. At no other time would it have been possible to have
done such a thing. But vigilance had been suspended, and every turnkey
had deemed it his duty to become drunk in the king's honour. In this
also lay my hope for escape from Bedford that night.

My work, therefore, was to get into the town with all speed, to saddle
Black Ben in secret, and to ride away before any man should become aware
of my whereabouts. If Master Sturgeon were still asleep this might be
easy, for I had taken care to examine the exits from the stable at the
time when I had taken up my quarters at _The Bull_. Moreover, Black Ben,
although I wished he had many more hours' rest, had been well fed, and
would by this time be ready for a gallop. It is true I had ridden him
sixty miles, but his staying power was wonderful, and I knew he would go
till he dropped.

It did not take me long to reach _The Bull_, where I found the carousers
still lingering. It struck me, however, that something of importance had
happened. The drinkers were not singing and shouting, but talking
eagerly.

"You say she hath escaped?" I heard some one say.

"Ay."

"What, from the county gaol?"

"Ay, and Master Sturgeon is murdered."

"Murdered!"

"It is thought that some friend of Master Leslie's found his way into
the gaol, and did away with him."

"And the woman is gone?"

"So it is said. I am going thither to see. I heard the news only a
minute ago."

"Who told thee?"

"One of the night watchers, and he had it from one of the turnkeys."

All this time I stood in the yard of _The Bull_ beneath an open window.

"Stay, I will go with thee," said one.

"Ay, and I would too," said another, "but I am too drunk."

"Ay, and I too," said another, "and whether Master Leslie's wench hath
escaped or no, I will e'en drink till daylight."

With that two or three left the inn, while I cautiously found my way
into the stable.

I knew that if I did not get away within the next few minutes my
liberty, and perhaps my life, could not be valued at a silver groat.




CHAPTER XVII

HOW I LEFT BEDFORD


If ever a man worked quickly and silently it was I. In less time than it
takes me to tell I had thrown Black Ben's saddle across his back and
buckled the girths thereof. As the saddle-bags contained nought of
value, I had no trouble with them, and before a minute had passed away
the bridle was around my horse's head.

"Come, my boy," I whispered, "there is a hard gallop before you, so we
must haste."

Whether he understood me or no I dare not say, but he whinnied as though
he knew my will, and followed my lead into the yard. I had opened the
gate on entering, and it had struck me, even as I had done this, how
easy it would have been for a horse-thief to enter the stable and take
whatever nag he pleased, as far as the ostler was concerned. Not that I
troubled about Black Ben, for no man but myself had been on his back
since he was foaled, neither, for that matter, dare any man do this. For
while he was obedient to my hand, and was as gentle as a lamb with me,
he would not suffer another to mount him. In truth, the ostler was
afraid of him when I brought him in, neither would Black Ben have
allowed him even to bring his corn had I not spoken to him, and bidden
him be quiet. I had no fear, therefore, that any man would steal him.
Thus when I unfastened the stable gate with so much ease, I had no fear
that I should not find him waiting for me.

As I led him out into the yard Black Ben pricked up his ears, as though
he heard strange sounds, and on seeing this my heart sank in my shoes,
for I heard a number of people running, and as far as I could judge
they were coming towards the inn.

"Where is he? Is he gone?"

"Where is who gone?"

This question was asked by some one who stood by the front door of the
inn.

"The young stranger from London."

"Why, what hath he done?"

"Spirited away Master Leslie's daughter. Where is he?"

"In bed hours ago, I expect. He drank nought, but just listened to what
the rest were saying."

"Hath he paid his count?"

"Nay. He hath had nought but boiled beef for his supper, and a pint of
ale to wash it down. That is but a little matter. Then when he hath paid
for his bed and breakfast, he will owe me but a crown."

"But is he in bed?"

"Nay, I know not. This is not a time to know whether a man be in bed or
no. Every man hath desired to drink the king's health, and so I have
e'en been kept busy drawing ale. But I will send and find out."

"Ay, send and find out. But did you not see him go away with Master
Sturgeon?"

"That did I not. Have I not told you that I have been over-busy
to-night?"

"Well, he must be found. It is he who hath spirited away Master Leslie's
daughter."

"Nay, man, how could he do that?"

"He wellnigh killed Master Sturgeon, locked him in the county gaol, took
his keys, and liberated the maid. I tell you he hath done this."

"A pretty cock-and-bull story!"

"But I tell you he hath. One of the turnkeys was found sober enough to
unlock the governor's door, and after he woke him, Master Sturgeon told
the turnkey that he had been imprisoned by the young stranger from
London."

"Say that Queen Mary hath come to life again. I tell you, you be all too
drunk to know the truth of this."

"Not so, Master Jiggins; we have been drinking as men should, but we be
not so drunk as that. Besides, Master Fulton--the town clerk, saw a man
and a woman together not far from the gaol, but he did not think it
could be Master Leslie's daughter, because the man claimed to be the
friend of Sir William Bilton, and, as you know, Sir William despises
Master Leslie as every Quaker rascal should be despised."

At this moment some one must have spoken to Master Jiggins from within,
for I heard him say, "The chambermaid hath it that no one is in the
young stranger's bedchamber."

"Then hath he escaped. But we must find him. The town clerk hath it that
ten guineas will be given to him who will lay hands on him."

"But where is the warrant for this?"

"Master Fulton's word is enough warrant, Master Jiggins. But stay, he
hath a horse. Is the horse in the stable?"

At this I knew that what I did must be done quickly. I was therefore on
Black Ben's back before they could enter the yard by the door of which I
had been hiding while they were speaking.

"Here he is!" cried the man who had been chief spokesman, and he made a
dash at the horse's head.

"At him, my boy!" I cried, and the faithful animal darted at the fellow
with open mouth.

In spite of themselves the crowd made way for me as I dashed through.
Partly, I suspect, because they were not sure who I was, and partly
because Black Ben careered so wildly that no man dared to approach him.

"Your count, you blackguard, your count!" I heard Master Jiggins say,
who evidently cared more about that than the recapturing of Mistress
Constance. Indeed, I heard in after days that Master Jiggins had a warm
affection for Master Leslie, and rejoiced that she had escaped from the
hands of the drunken governor.

I threw him a couple of crowns as I dashed away.

"That is double what you would have asked, Master Jiggins," I cried, and
then I laughed aloud, for the whole pack of them--and there must have
been at least twenty of them--stood open mouthed even while I rode away.
Never did I realize how silly a number of drunken men could be, and how
easy one who had kept his head clear could deal with them. Through the
whole night I had worked my will because of the king's command that
every man should drink his health, and now at the last I rode away
unscathed, having accomplished the thing I had come to Bedford to
perform.

It was no wonder, therefore, that I should laugh. The spirit of
adventure was hot within me, and now that I sat upon Black Ben's back, I
knew that unless they had firearms no man could harm me. For although he
had travelled from London to Bedford that day, I knew that now he had
had a few hours' rest and a good feed of corn, he could do the whole
journey back again and be none the worse for it. Moreover, I doubted if
there was a horse in Bedford which could overtake me.

"After him! after him!" I heard some one shout. "He hath flouted us, and
laughed in our faces."

Then I heard a louder cry, followed by a silence as though some one in
authority had come upon the scene. I longed to shout back, so as to put
them upon a false track, but reflected that the least said was the
soonest mended, so I gave Black Ben rein, and before long was out of
both sight and hearing of Bedford town.

Had I known then that I should soon see Bedford again under different
circumstances, I do not think I should have been so light of heart. But
coming events do not always cast their shadows before them, in spite of
old women's wisdom; and so, feeling my good horse beneath me, and seeing
the hedges fly by me as he dashed along the road, I felt that I had
nought to fear.

Besides, I had succeeded far beyond my expectations. I felt sure that
Mistress Constance was safe, for I knew that she was one who spoke not
lightly, and as I remembered what she told me in the prison I knew that
she was even then in some secret hiding-place, watched over by a
faithful servant, and that perhaps even her father knew not what had
become of her.

[Illustration: "I gave Black Ben rein, and before long was out of both
sight and hearing of Bedford Tower."]

As may be imagined, I rode straight towards London. Had it been safe I
think I should have stayed near Bedford, so that I might in case of need
have rendered help to Mistress Constance. But I reflected that I should
do more harm than good by staying there, and in spite of passing doubts
I felt sure that she was safe. Moreover, London was the place I desired
to be in. It would be difficult for any man from Bedford to find me
there, and I had plans in my mind which I hoped would forward the
schemes which had been formulating there. I also wanted to see my father
again, and to know what he had been doing since we parted at Canterbury.

I had not long left Bedford before morning began to dawn, and by the
time I had reached the town of Hitchin it was broad daylight. Much as I
desired to rest here, both for the sake of Black Ben as well as myself,
I rode straight on, barely entering the town, but taking a narrow and
somewhat unfrequented road instead. Not a soul did I meet, and this
pleased me much, because, in case of pursuers, no one would be able to
give information. When I had covered half the distance between Hitchin
and St. Albans, I stopped by a wayside inn for an hour, keeping a sharp
look-out on the road all the while. By noon I had reached St. Albans,
but I did not stay here, pushing on instead to the town of Barnet, where
I deemed myself safe from pursuit. Moreover, having once arrived at
Barnet, I found the roads so full of travellers, who were on their way
to London to join in the revels, as well as others coming from them,
that my presence could not call for any comment. Nevertheless, I was
very thankful when I reached the _Virgin Queen_, an inn close by St.
Paul's Cross, where I gave my horse in charge of Caleb Bullen, an
old-Ptime and faithful servitor of my father's.

I spent two days in London trying to find my father, as well as taking
part in the festivities which were held, but although I went everywhere
that the public gathered, never once did I catch a glimpse of my father,
neither did I meet with any man who had seen aught of him. I concluded
therefore that he had again returned home, and had settled down to the
old quiet life. Much as I wanted to see him I deemed it wise not to go
thither. First, because if any at Bedford had by any means whatsoever
become acquainted with my name, they might place watchers there; and
second, because I knew that by going home I should put myself outside
the possibility of hearing whatever news might be stirring. I therefore
counted the crowns which I still possessed, and, finding that I had
enough for my needs, I remained at the _Virgin Queen_, and partook of
the good fare which Caleb Bullen provided.

For a week London town was a scene of constant gaiety, for although the
great rejoicing took place on the day when the king rode into London, it
took the people a full week to settle down to the ordinary course of
life. The playhouses which Oliver Cromwell had closed were all open,
while seemingly all traces of the old Puritan life which had grown up
under the great Protector were swept away in a day. Laws were relaxed,
and the old stern system of morals was not only broken, but laughed at
as unworthy of a free people.

It was not until the fourth day after I had come back to London that I
heard it declared that Master Leslie's daughter had escaped from prison,
and that in spite of every endeavour to discover her hiding-place, she
had not been found. It was said, moreover, that her escape had been
brought around by a friend of Master Leslie's, who had succeeded in
putting a sleeping potion in the drink of the gaolers, and had thus
succeeded in his plans.

As may be imagined, this news caused me great satisfaction, most because
Mistress Constance was still at liberty, but also because no shadow of
suspicion rested upon me. The latter conviction was, however, rudely
shaken when at the end of a week I was told that two men had been at the
_Virgin Queen_ inquiring after me.

"What were they like?" I asked of Caleb Bullen, who I knew was my
faithful friend.

"They were gaily attired, Master Roland. They wore swords by their
sides, and long feathers in their caps."

"And you took them to be men of quality?"

"Ay, I should judge so," replied Caleb thoughtfully. "They swore much,
talked much, laughed much, and drank much wine, so I judged they were of
gentle blood. They mentioned great names with much freedom, and seemed
to know of all that was going on at Court."

"But what did they say?"

"They asked whether Master Roland Rashcliffe was living at the _Virgin
Queen_; whereupon I answered that you did, and that you were a good
customer, seeing you ate your victuals, drank your ale, and paid your
count without grumbling. Then they asked how long you had been staying
here, and I told them since the day of the coming of the king. Upon that
they said they would call again this evening at six by the clock, and
would I tell you that they would deem it polite of you not to go out at
that hour, as they would come on an affair of importance?"

This, as may be imagined, set me to pondering gravely, but after careful
consideration, and asking Caleb Bullen many questions, I came to the
conclusion that they could have nought to do with the folks at Bedford.
I determined, therefore, that I would be in the inn at the time
mentioned, wondering all the time what they wanted of me.

The clock at St. Paul's Cross had scarcely chimed six when I saw two
young men, dressed with much richness, and carrying themselves with a
jaunty air, enter the hall of the inn.

"Hath Master Rashcliffe yet arrived?" one asked of Caleb Bullen.

"Ay," replied mine host, pointing to me, whereupon with a great show of
ceremony they came to me.

"Master Roland Rashcliffe," said the older of the two.

"I am Roland Rashcliffe," I replied, looking at them closely, for I was
not yet free from fears that they had heard something of my doings at
Bedford.

"We bring you greeting, Master Rashcliffe, and if it would cause you no
trouble we would see you alone in a place where we can speak without
interruption."

I therefore led the way into a room where such quietness could be found,
and then, having bid them sit down near the window, I was able to get a
better view of them. They were both young men, not, as I judged, more
than thirty years of age, and I was not long in coming to the conclusion
that Caleb Bullen had judged rightly when he said they were men of
quality. Both were very richly attired in the kind of finery which came
into vogue directly the king returned and though, as I judged, both had
been drinking much wine, they carried their wine well, and shewed no
sign of loss of sense.

"We hear you were at Dover when his Majesty landed Master Rashcliffe,
and that you impressed him favourably. It is better to be born lucky
than rich, for, by my soul, his Majesty hath had so many hangers on
since he entered his faithful London that none of us, save a very few of
his chosen ones, can get more than a nod or a wave of his hand."

"I was indeed in Dover," I replied, "and a gay sight it was."

"The king spoke graciously to you, we heard."

"I was fortunate beyond my deserts."

"Ah, say not so, say not so. Corks will swim, and those whom the gods
favour will obtain the smile of kings. We are even now here on an errand
which, if it means not royal favour, is so near to it that a man can
scarcely distinguish it from such."

Again I examined them closely, and tried to guess from whence they came
and who sent them.

"Ah, but we have come here like a couple of grooms," the spokesman of
the two went on. "But forgive us, Master Rashcliffe. Manners, like
everything else, need constant practice, and since these Dissenters and
Puritans have ruled the land, there hath been no opportunity of showing
courtesy due from one gentleman to another. To such a state hath these
rascally psalm-singing knaves brought us. Let me say, then, that the
name of my friend here is the Honourable John Burleigh, youngest son of
Lord Burleigh, while I am Stanley Carew, son of Sir William Carew, of
Cornwall."

I bowed ceremoniously, even as they had done when they told me their
names.

Upon this Master Stanley Carew looked around the room as though some one
was in hiding; then, upon being assured that we were alone, he went on--

"We have come to you from one of royal blood, Master Rashcliffe, with
royal commands."

"From the king?" I asked.

"Nay, not from the king, that is exactly, but doubtless this letter will
explain much to you."

I took the letter, and noted that the paper was emblazoned with the
royal arms. It contained only these words: "_Master Roland Rashcliffe is
commanded to appear before us to-night at Whitehall at the hour of
eight._"

The signature I could not at first make out, but on closer scrutiny I
discovered it to be signed by James, Duke of York. On lifting my eyes
from the paper, I saw that both my visitors were looking eagerly towards
me, as though they would make out what had been written to me, but,
knowing so little of them, I folded the missive and put it beneath my
doublet.

"Doubtless you have received pleasant news, Master Rashcliffe?" said
Master Carew with a meaning smile.

"News from those in high places should always be pleasant," I replied.

"By the saints, no. And truly by the look on your face I judge that joy
doth not overcome you, Master Rashcliffe. Well, what then? A man of wit
must even use it to his own advantage. Moreover, doubtless the message
is of importance, seeing we were charged to deliver it into no hands but
your own. Is there aught in the way of information we can give you,
Master Rashcliffe?"

Now this set me thinking. It became plain to me that they knew not the
contents of the letter; moreover, I judged that they sought to obtain
information concerning it, and thereby obtain power which they hoped
would be useful.

"No," I replied, "I do not know that there are any questions that I
desire to ask."

I saw the two exchange glances as I spoke, but Master Carew went on
quite glibly. "Then we shall have naught to do but take back your answer,
Master Rashcliffe."

"Were you requested to take back an answer?" I queried.

"For that matter, no, I do not think we were; still, we thought you
would doubtless desire to send a fitting reply."

"As I understand it, no reply is needed, Master Carew," I replied.
"Nevertheless, I thank you for bringing me the letter, which I will lay
deeply to heart."

After this they stayed some time, trying by many means to let drop some
hint concerning what they had brought me. But I deemed it best to keep a
still tongue, and when they presently left me, looking as I thought not
over pleased with the success of their visit, I called to mind that I
had said nothing which could in any way advantage them.

Nevertheless, the letter gave me much food for anxious thought. Why
should the brother of the king desire to see me? To answer this I cast
my mind over my adventures since I had left my father's house, but only
one event led me to connect the Duke of York with them. That, as may be
remembered, was the speech of Master Rickmore and Master Hamilton on the
night when I had been dragged from my horse when riding from Canterbury
to London. I called to mind the words of the man Hamilton, who related
to the other what he said Duke James had said to him. "_By the Holy
Virgin get hold of the young rascal. Never let him out of your sight
until you have obtained all he hath found, and know all he can tell
you._"

For a long time I sat thinking of this, and of many other things in
relation thereto, and the more I thought the more was I convinced that I
ran no little risk in obeying the Duke of York's command. On the other
hand, I could see that it would not be wise to refuse. The king's
brother was next to the king himself, and if the story of Lucy Walters
was false was the next heir to the throne. To refuse his commands,
therefore, would be nearly as bad as refusing those of the king himself.
It would moreover arouse suspicion, and might possibly lead to many
unpleasant results.

But more than all this, I longed much to know what the duke would say to
me. I desired to find out the motives which prompted him to send for me.
I did not fear danger--thoughtless youth seldom apprehends that--but I
did ardently wish to discover what was in Duke James' mind.

The clock of St. Paul's struck the hour of seven. I had not therefore a
minute to spare. It was half an hour's walk from St. Paul's Cross to
Whitehall, so I went to my bedchamber to bedeck myself in the best
finery I possessed, and ere long I was passing Fleet prison, on my way
to Whitehall.




CHAPTER XVIII

JAMES, DUKE OF YORK


The clocks of Westminster were striking eight as I drew near the place I
had been bidden to come in Whitehall. My heart beat fast at thought of
what might happen to me, and of the commands which might be laid upon
me, yet did I go on without faltering, for the more I wondered at the
happening the more did I desire to know why I was commanded thither. The
clock had barely ceased striking when a hand was laid upon my shoulder.

"Master Roland Rashcliffe," a voice whispered in my ear.

"You speak as if you know," I replied, and turning I saw a man of grave
demeanour, and of somewhat sad countenance.

"Follow me. Ask no questions, and make no protest at aught you may see."

This he also said in a whisper, and although I obeyed him I liked not
the secrecy of the business. As I passed along I noticed that many
people were around, and that all seemed to be in gay humour and in gay
attire. Truly the coming of the king had made a difference to London
town. The whole city seemed to be given over to pleasure, and none of
that solemn decorum which marked it a year before was now manifest.

We had not gone far when we left Whitehall and entered the park which
lies behind. Here also were the same scenes of gaiety. Indeed, never had
I seen so many gaily-dressed women in my life before. The park was in
the summer of its loveliness, flowers bloomed on all sides, the trees
were in wellnigh full leaf, the birds sang, while loud laughter, both
among men and women, was to be heard continually. My companion paid no
heed to any of these things, however. He strode quickly along, stopped
at the door of one of the houses, and a minute later I stood behind him
in one of the great houses. Without hesitation he led the way upstairs,
and without ceremony entered a large room. As far as I could judge it
had been but lately fitted up, for the things I saw were new, and shone
with much splendour. Nevertheless, it did not look like a residence, but
rather appeared to be a place where a man of authority might gather his
friends around him. No one was in the room, and although it stood so
near to Whitehall the utmost silence reigned, except that I thought that
I heard whispering voices in an adjoining compartment.

"Do not dare to oppose him," said the man who accompanied me; "assent to
all his commands, agree with all he saith, although your judgement will
lead you otherwise. Above all be silent as death afterwards. Remember,
he hath no mercy."

"You speak of the Duke of York?"

"I speak of the next king," he replied. "Therefore, do as I bid you, and
be wise. Be surprised at nothing you may hear, even if he saith things
that should not be heard by such a youth as you."

He had scarcely finished speaking when two men entered the room. The one
was the Duke of York; I had seen him ride away in the king's coach by
the side of the king when he left Dover. His appearance, as I thought,
was changed. I thought then that he was, although of somewhat austere
countenance, pleasant to look upon. That night he looked angry and
cruel. His face was heavy, and, if I mistook not, besotted, but whether
he had been partaking freely of wine I could not tell. His companion's
face was hidden, and although I thought I detected something familiar in
his gait, I knew not who he was.

"This is the youth?"

"It is, Your Grace."

The duke looked at me sternly and silently, as though he would read my
heart, and although I dared to lift my eyes to his but once, I thought
his eyes were bloodshot. Having seated himself, he bade me come near to
him.

"Master Roland Rashcliffe?" he said.

"Yes, Your Grace," I replied.

"Tell me, boy, is your father an honest man?"

The question was asked abruptly, as though he would take me unawares.

"He fought for your father," I replied.

"So did many a knave, until he thought he would gain by joining the
rebels."

At this I was silent.

"Why did he send thee to find out if there was any truth in the lying
story that his Majesty married the wench Lucy Walters?"

"To discover the truth," I replied, for it seemed to me at that moment
as though there were nought else to say.

At this he laughed, but the laugh was cruel, and never did I hear a
man's voice that had less mirth in it.

"Well, what have you found?" he said presently. "You left your home many
days ago. You went to Folkestone, from thence you made a midnight
journey to a lonely house. Tell me how you fared, and what trophies you
possess as a result of your valour."

At this I was silent, for in truth never did words appear more dangerous
than at this moment.

"How now, sirrah! You do not speak!"

King's brother though he was, he made me angry, and I resented the tones
he used towards me.

"What, you do not answer me? Know you that you do wrong in making me
angry? I tell you it would be an easy matter to put another in the
already flowing prisons of England, and so I bid you beware. What did
you discover at the lonely house, and what did you bring away?"

"You should already know, Your Grace," I replied boldly, for by this
time all my fear of him had gone. Perhaps my anger had driven it away.
If it had, it were no wonder, for had I been a lackey he could not have
spoken with less courtesy, while the thickness of his voice, and his
rheumy eyes, made me feel sure that he had been drinking heavily.

"What mean you, young malapert?" he asked.

"I mean that I was attacked by men who used your name when riding to
London," I answered; "that they dragged me from my horse, and searched
me to the skin. If I had possessed aught they would surely have brought
it to you."

At this I was in doubt as to what course he would take. I saw the blood
mount to his cheek, and anger gleam from his eyes, while he lifted his
hand as if he would strike me. But this was only for a moment. Instead
of yielding to anger he burst into a great laugh, as though he had heard
a good joke.

"Ha, ha!" he cried, "you discovered that you could do nought without
discovery, eh? You found out that the royal arm can strike far, eh? You
learnt that you cannot hunt in royal domains without being bitten by the
keeper's dogs? Is that not so, my young springald?"

"The king's brother is not the king," I cried, for now I saw that unless
I would place myself entirely in his power I must take a bold course.

"What mean you?" he cried.

"I mean that when I have discovered aught that affects the king, I will
bear my message to the king," I replied, "but, until then, I will hold
my peace as a man should."

"I have a good mind to send you to the dungeons."

"If you did I should soon be a free man again," I replied.

"And how is that?"

"The king would soon hear that his brother threw a youth into prison
because that youth knew something that affected the king's honour," I
replied. "And the king, on hearing of this, would demand to see him, and
he would tell his Majesty many things."

"Tut, tut, youth," he said, still gazing at me curiously. "Do not think
because you have answered me pertly that you have answered me wisely,
and do not imagine that although a man doth not wear a crown he hath no
power. Oh, I see how it is. You were carried away by what you saw when
the king came to London. You saw the London Corporation do his Majesty
homage at St. George in the Fields, you saw the streets all flaunting
with bunting, you beheld the twelve hundred velvet-coated lackeys, the
footmen in purple, and buff, and silver, and green, and blue; you heard
the trumpets sounding, the people shouting, and the clergy waiting to do
homage to their most gracious and Protestant king. I say, you saw all
this, while they took no notice of the heir-apparent. But it is not
always the man who wears the crown who reigns. Take our brother Louis
across the water. He wore the crown while a priest reigned. It was so
before him. Louis XIII, the man who was always tired, wore the crown,
but Richelieu ruled the land. But wait a little, Mazarin will die, and
then a change will come. Let me tell you something, young malapert. It
is the man with will and brains who reigns, whether he be the king or
the king's brother. Moreover, it is he who is not too much given over to
pleasure, and who holds the true faith."

"Have a care, Your Grace, have a care," said the man who had accompanied
me hither, for he saw what by this time I was assured of, that the
king's brother had partaken of much wine.

"Have a care for whom?" said the duke angrily. "Am I to be bearded by a
boy? Look you here, and remember," and his voice was thick as he spoke,
"the king's brother can bestow benefits as well as the king, remember
that, and the king's brother can reward those who are faithful. Besides,
the man who is only the king's brother to-day may be king next year.
Never forget. And think of something else. A man need not be anointed by
a bishop to alter a country's laws. Hath any law been passed against the
Presbyterians or Puritans or Dissenters? What saith the king? 'Justice
to all.' Yet even at this time hundreds of Presbyterians and Puritans
have been ousted from their pulpits, while Independents and Baptists
crowd our gaols. Who hath done this? 'Oh, no man hath done it,' is the
reply. It is all because the Episcopalians believe that now Charles
Stuart is come back they can e'en send the others apacking. But who
shall say they have heard no word from James Stuart?"

"Your Grace! Your Grace!"

"Ay, cannot a man speak his own mind? This boy is not a fool, and will
know how to be discreet. And now I have a word more to say. Have you,
Master Roland Rashcliffe, discovered aught concerning this supposed
marriage contract between the king and Lucy Walters?"

"Yes," I replied, before I was well aware, and for which word I was
ready to bite my tongue out.

"You have seen it?" and I noticed that he spoke more clearly, as though
my news had sharpened his wits.

"I have seen that which purports to be what you inquire after," I
replied.

Never did I see a man change more suddenly. He seemed to throw off the
effects of wine in an instant.

"You have seen it? Where?"

At this I was silent, for I felt not like giving away my secret.

"Speak, Roland, I command you."

I started, for it was my father's voice which I had heard, and then I
knew that it was he who had entered the room with the duke, and who had
hidden his face from me.

"Father!" I cried.

"Ay, it is I, Roland, and it is I who command you to tell his Grace what
he desires to know. I have told him nothing because I have seen nothing,
but it is my will that you tell him what you have seen."

My father's presence set me wondering greatly. As I have said, I had not
seen him since my return to London, and now to discover that he had been
in communication with the king's brother staggered me. Rightly or
wrongly, I concluded that he could gain no hearing with his Majesty, and
so had sought an audience with the duke.

"Remember," said the duke, "this story is lies from end to end. Yet I do
not say that some one hath not forged such a contract. Moreover, if such
a contract, although it is as valueless as the paper on which it is
written, were to pass from hand to hand, it would set gossips' tongues
wagging, and perchance unhinge affairs of state. You say you have seen
this. Where have you seen it?"

In spite of myself I could not help pausing, and whether the king's
brother had fears concerning what I should do with my knowledge, or
whether he desired to enlist my friendship, I know not, but before I
could speak, he went on--

"Did you read it?"

"Ay, I read it."

"What did it say?"

"It was a marriage contract between his Majesty and the Welsh girl, Lucy
Walters."

"You can take your oath to this?"

"I can take my oath that I read such words on a piece of parchment."

"Signed by Charles Stuart?"

"Ay, and by others."

"Their names?"

"Pierre Rousseau and François Abelard."

"You swear this?"

"I swear that I saw such a parchment."

"But where? Tell me where?"

"It was in such a strange place that I cannot describe it. Yet methinks
I could find it again."

He seemed so carried away by what I had told him that he started to his
feet.

"Find it, Master Roland Rashcliffe, and bring it to me. If you will do
this, you may depend on my smile all your life through."

"Obey his Grace, Roland," said my father.

"Stay," said the duke, directly my father had spoken, and I thought
suspicion gleamed in his eyes. "Your father informs me that your
discovery was made before we landed on English shores. You were at Dover
at our coming. What have you been doing with yourself since?"

"If you will ask Caleb Bullen, he will tell you I have been staying at
the _Virgin Queen_, at St. Paul's Cross," I said; then, fearing further
questions, I went on, "but the thing you require of me is not easy of
accomplishment. Already I have nearly lost my life in the search
thereof, and----"

"I have nought to do with that," he interrupted. "Set out without delay
and bring this thing to me, and this I will promise. I will see to it
that all your father's estates are restored, and I will take it upon
myself to assure your future. There is many an Independent fattening
upon fair estates who will soon be in gaol; there is many a highborn
dame who will gladly accept the hand of the youth upon whom the Duke of
York smiles. Now, then, I seek to hear no more, and know no more. But
stay, all such business requires money. Garnett, see to it that a purse
with a hundred pounds be given to him. And more, what is done must be
done secretly, and no man must know thy doings."

With this he left the room, and without another word passed out of my
sight. I make confession here that the interview wellnigh stunned me.
The duke had not been one, but three men during the time we had been
together. At one time he had been cruel, hard, stern; at another he
seemed to have his wits muddled with wine, when he had spoken in a way
unworthy his high estate; and yet when he left me he made me feel that
he was a man to be obeyed, strong, masterful, and clear-minded. In
addition to this, my father had evidently been in secret conclave with
him, and it was he who had bidden me obey the duke's commands.
Therefore, although I was sorely bewildered, because he had commanded I
must perforce obey.

One thing gave me peace of mind, and that was the fact that no mention
had been made of the woman I had released at Bedford. I felt sure that
did the duke dream of my action towards the woman who was accused of
attempting the murder of General Monk, he would have used it as a threat
in order to make me do his will. As it was, he took both my obedience
and my silence for granted, and seemingly had no doubts, in spite of my
behaviour during the first part of the interview, that I should dare to
refuse his bidding.

"You have heard?" said the man who had accompanied me. "You have your
work--do it."

I did not answer, for at this moment my father returned.

"Roland," he said, "here are the hundred pounds. You will note that they
come from me. Obey his Grace's command. It is not only his will, but
mine. Now haste, for I fear you have wasted time. Good-bye, and fear
nothing."

At this he left me again, while I stood gazing at the door through which
he had passed, almost too surprised for words.

"You have heard," said Master Garnett, "now go and be thankful. I need
not tell you to be silent. You are not one who is foolish enough to talk
with every passerby, but remember this--if you fail to do the duke's
bidding the four seas that wash our shores would not save you from his
anger."

Five minutes later I was in the street again, and that which I had seen
and heard was only as a dream. Still, I had a hundred pounds in my
pouch, and I knew that in accordance with the command of the king's
brother, I must e'en make a second attempt to obtain what I at that time
believed might be the king's marriage contract.

Within two hours of that time I was on horseback again, for by this time
the fever of adventure was upon me, and I determined to again find my
way within the walls of Pycroft Hall, and to take the parchment I had
seen from its strange hiding place.

As I rode along I wondered that I had been content to wait in London so
long, and had not, without the duke's command, sought to outwit the old
man I had seen in the lonely house. For although I believed the old man
had never imagined that I should escape alive, and therefore would not
remove the contract from its hiding place until he was able to make
terms with the king, I remembered that several days had elapsed wherein
he might have carried it I know not whither. It was then I remembered
that the great thought in my mind had not been to obtain the parchment
which might alter the destiny of the nation, but to give help to the
woman with whom I had so strangely been brought into contact. In truth
it came to me that so eager had I been to hear news of her after I had
returned to London town that I had scarcely ever thought of the mission
which had brought us together. At this I grew angry with myself, for
although she was very fair to look upon she was a Dissenter at heart,
the wife of a man who had taken part in the death of the king's father,
and was even then hiding from those who would bring her to punishment.
As I said, I grew angry with myself because of this, yet in spite of my
anger I wondered much concerning her, and prayed most earnestly for her
safety and her welfare.

By the time daylight dawned I was far away from London, and was riding
through one of the fairest tracts of country of which perchance our
country can boast. I have, during my life, had occasion to ride through
many parts of our land, but never do I remember thinking aught so fair
as that through which I passed that day. The sun rose in a cloudless
sky, the birds were singing all around me as they perched upon the leafy
trees, while on my right hand, and on my left, the countryside rose and
fell in gentle hills and dales.

"How quiet and restful everything is," I thought, and then I reflected
that the day was the Sabbath, so I let Black Ben drop into a walk, in
order that I might be able to enjoy with more comfort the beauty of the
scene.

The sun was high in the heavens when I saw that I was drawing near a
small town, so I determined that I would stay there for breakfast, never
dreaming that I should pass through such a strange experience, and yet
one the like of which was being witnessed all over the country.




CHAPTER XIX

THE SCENE AT THE PARISH CHURCH


"What place is this?" I asked of a peasant as I drew near the town I
have mentioned.

"Maidstone," was the reply. "Be you going to the church?"

"Maybe," I replied, "but it is early yet."

"Ay, early, but not too early if you will see the sights."

"What sights?"

"Haven't you heard? Why God a' mercy, the old rector hath come back, and
hath got together twenty men to help the constables. Besides, I hear
that Master Burnbridge is shaking in his shoes."

"And who is Master Burnbridge?"

"Why you must be a furriner not to know. From whence come you, master?"

"I come from London."

"Ay? From London? Then you have seen the new king?"

"Ay, I have seen him; but who is Master Burnbridge?"

"He is the Independent minister who hath ministered in the parish church
for many a year. He is much beloved of the people, too, and hath many
followers. But the new king hates the Presbyterians and the
Independents, so we are to see gay doings to-day. It is but ten o'clock
yet, but I mean to get near the pulpit so that I can see all that goes
on. The old vicar, Master Noel, was one of Bishop Laud's men, and it
will be rare sport to see him tackle Master Burnbridge."

"But he hath no right to do this."

"That's no matter. I do hear that the king is going to make a law, so
Master Noel is taking time by the forelock, and we are to have gay
doings."

The man turned in at a side road, while I rode on towards the inn I had
seen in the main street. I called to mind what the Duke of York had said
to me only the night before, and to me his words bore on the peasant's
gossip. When he had said that although no laws had been passed against
Independents and Presbyterians they had already been ejected from their
pulpits, and many had been thrown into gaol, I could only regard it as
the talk of a man who had drunk too freely; but now I saw that he spoke
not without his book, and I determined that I would also find my way to
the parish church that morning.

Desirous as I was of seeing what should take place, however, I saw to it
that Black Ben was well foddered, and the morning air being pure and
appetizing, I could not resist the breakfast which was placed before me.
In truth so hearty was I that the church bell stopped ringing before I
found myself in the churchyard. When I reached the porch of the church I
found that if I entered it would be with difficulty. Nor do I think I
should have found admission at all had not the people believed, when
they saw my gay attire, and a sword hanging by my side, that I was sent
by the king to see justice done. As it was many made way for me, and so
I soon found myself within the church, which was filled from end to end
with an eager crowd. I noticed that there was no noise nor confusion.
Some, indeed, whispered to each other, while others smiled as if
triumphantly, but on the faces of most was a look of pain and sorrow. On
more than one countenance, however, I saw angry defiance, and I felt
sure that although they were in the House of God, the affair was full of
foreboding.

I had scarcely found a position from which I could both see and hear,
when a man wearing a black gown entered the pulpit, and commenced to
open the Bible, but scarcely had he done this than another, wearing a
white surplice, rose from a pew close by, and said in a loud voice--

"In the name of God, and of the King's Majesty, I command you to
desist."

"Who are you?" asked the man in the pulpit.

"John Noel, vicar of this parish," was the reply.

"Prove your right to that name," was the answer.

"It is my intention so to do," was the answer, "but, before I do so, do
thou, a schismatic and a usurper, retire from this sacred building. For
years hath this sacrilege continued, because the king hath been kept
from his own; but now the king hath returned, and law and order must be
restored."

"I have heard of thee," said the Independent; "thou art he who brought
popish devices into the House of God, and because of it the people of
this parish did drive thee out. Go thy way. This is the House of God,
and it must not be made a den of thieves. The king promised before he
came back that each minister should keep his benefice, and the king's
promise is above thy prating."

"Come down, I tell thee, and desecrate not this holy place," cried the
man wearing the surplice.

"I will not come down," cried the other. "I have been called of God to
minister to this people, and this will I do in spite of the hosts of the
Philistines."

Upon this he opened the Bible and began to read, but before six words
had passed his lips a great number of strong men, armed, went to the
pulpit and pulled him headlong from thence.

"Put him out of the House of God!" and I heard the voice of Master Noel
above the mutterings of the people.

When Master Burnbridge had been dragged from the pulpit he was allowed
to stand in the aisle, while Master Noel, his Prayer-book in his hand,
mounted, and in a loud voice commanded the people to be silent for
prayer. But this they would not be, for a great number of them arose and
cried, "Master Burnbridge is our pastor, and he alone shall minister
unto us."

Then I saw a great number of them rise, and were making their way
towards him with anger in their eyes, and their hands clenched ready to
strike, whereupon the many who had evidently been brought thither by
Master Noel drew their weapons, and prepared to do battle.

I think the Independent minister saw that it would be useless for his
followers to fight for him, or else he dreaded a scene of riot in the
House of God, for he spoke aloud--

"Be quiet, good people," he said, "and fight not in the House of God
with carnal weapons. This papist priest hath planned to do this, and we
will not resist. It is true that Charles hath not commanded this,
neither hath Parliament assented unto it, but this man believeth that
both will support him. Moreover since the king's coming many of the
people have turned riotous and drunken, and will no longer have the pure
milk of the Word. But although we may be driven from the House of God,
we are still the Lord's people, so let us go quietly to a field close
by, so that we may worship God even as our fathers have done. Unhand
me," he continued, turning to those who had dragged him from the pulpit,
and still held him fast, "and I and my flock will e'en go where we can
worship God unmolested, and where we can pray that the Lord's people may
be protected."

At this the armed men let Master Burnbridge go, whereupon he walked down
the aisle, as well as he was able for the crowd, while a goodly number,
it might be a hundred, followed him from the church.

I was in two minds which to do. To leave the church with the
Independents, or to stay and listen to Master Noel; but as I was anxious
to hear what the follower of Archbishop Laud might have to say I took a
seat close by, and prepared to listen. But few, I fancy, listened to the
prayers which were read from the Prayer-book that morning. Each man had
been too much moved by what had taken place to enter into the spirit of
prayer, and I think every one heaved a sigh of relief when at length
Master Noel began to preach. He gave out as his text these words--"The
ploughers ploughed my back; they made long furrows. The Lord is
righteous; he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked." This text, he
said, was indeed a true description of the followers of the Lord, since
that son of Belial, Oliver Cromwell, had murdered his most sacred
majesty, Charles I, and especially was it true of him, John Noel, who
had been ejected from his church and vicarage by a committee of
traitors, because of his loyalty to the late king. These incestuous
heretics had discarded the Prayer-book, blasphemed against the one true
Church, and committed sacrilege in the House of God. Moreover in the
guise of those who prate about liberty they had allowed all sorts of
heresy in the church, even while they were themselves the most rampant
bigots. Yet had they sought to catch the itching ears of the ignorant by
talks about toleration. But their reign was at an end, and soon the
people of God would be freed from their accursed intolerable toleration.
After this he enlarged upon what he called the heresies of Master
Burnbridge, who for so long had poisoned the minds of the people, and
who had that day been driven forth from God's house.

After speaking thus he dealt with his right to hire men to drive out the
usurper. It is true, he said, that no law had yet been passed whereby
such usurpers as Master Burnbridge had been driven forth, nevertheless
this was within the rights of the aforetime rectors and vicar of the
parishes. His Majesty King Charles II. was a Protestant, a man of God,
and a loyal member of the Episcopal Church. He had not yielded to the
Presbyterians who had appealed to him, and had not made any concessions
to them. This proved that his Majesty had no sympathy with them.
Therefore seeing that without bishops, priests, and deacons, there could
be no king, it was right and fitting that they, as the king's loyal
subjects, should return to their churches. This had been done in many
places all over England, even before the king landed at Dover, and so
far had justice been vindicated that in Wales especially scores of these
naughty Independents had been driven from the churches, and hundreds of
them had been thrown into gaol, until those same gaols were full even to
overflowing. Thus they were right in ejecting this fellow Burnbridge. He
was a usurper, and therefore was cast out of the temple, even as those
who bought and sold in the temple at Jerusalem were cast out of olden
time.

"Thus, my brethren," he continued, "we have done a part of our work.
Having cleansed the church, our next duty is to drive the fellow out of
the vicarage. This we will do after the close of this service."

"But," you will say, "this man will erect some meeting house in this
town, where he will still poison the ears of the people. Let us trust
in God. Ere long I believe a law will be passed, whereby not only will
the church be purified from its taint of sin, but whereby none but those
who belong to the episcopacy will be allowed to break the bread of life
to the people, and a law compelling those same people to attend the
church on the Sabbath days; ay, and not only that, but that they shall
be forbidden to listen to any man who hath not been truly ordained a
preacher of the Word. For this, let us pray, so that godliness and true
religion shall be established in our land."

After this the service soon broke up, and I heard no sign of
dissatisfaction anywhere. Mostly they seemed pleased by what had taken
place, and nearly the whole congregation followed Master Noel across a
field towards the rectory. On my way, I heard the sound of voices
singing, and turning I saw a number of people in a meadow close by. A
wagon had been placed under a tree, and on this wagon stood Master
Burnbridge, his black gown being gently swayed to and fro in the summer
breeze. All around him stood the people, but how many there were I know
not. All of them, as far as I could judge, were singing, and these were
the words that reached us--

_When the Lord turned again the captivity of Zion, we were like them
that dream._

_Then was our mouth filled with laughter, and our tongue with singing:
then said they among the heathen the Lord hath done great things for
them._

_The Lord hath done great things for us, whereof we are glad._

_Turn again our captivity, O Lord, as the streams in the south._

_They that sow in tears shall reap in joy._

_He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless
come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him._

At this there was much scornful derision among those who followed Master
Noel; nevertheless, I thought the singing was very sweet.

A few minutes later the vicarage was the scene of great dust and
confusion, for every stick that Master Burnbridge possessed was carried
out into the lane which ran close by the house. Ay, so quickly was this
done, that I do not think that the little band who worshipped in the
field close by knew the meaning thereof. Nevertheless, even while Master
Burnbridge was preaching to his flock, the road was being filled with
the household treasures of the man who had been minister of the parish
for ten years.

I took no part in the matter, neither was I at that moment strong in my
sympathy with either the one side or the other. Nevertheless, I have set
down exactly what I saw and heard as near as I can remember it, so that
all who care may read.

Scarcely had the last armful of books been thrown into the road (and
there was a great quantity of them), than Master Burnbridge came up.

"By whose authority hath this been done?" he cried, and I noticed that
his voice was loud and angry.

"By mine," cried a portly man whom I had seen talking with Master Noel,
"by mine--Henry Wellwood, of Wellwood Hall, a justice of the peace."

"Who is he?" I asked of one who stood by.

"Hush! Squire Wellwood, who for years hath hated the Independents,
although he hath had to put up with them," was the reply.

"Then," said Master Burnbridge, "I declare this to be a most unlawful,
as well as most unchristian and unholy act."

"You are paid back in your own coin, Master Prater," laughed the squire.

"I came to this living lawfully," replied Master Burnbridge. "Master
Noel had behaved in a traitorous manner, and so by law he was ejected as
a papist and a dealer in treasonous things. But there is no law against
me, and I declare that you have behaved unlawfully."

"I?" cried the squire.

"Yes, you, Henry Wellwood--you whom I have so often rebuked for your
riotous living and your drunken habits."

"A brawler! a brawler!" cried the squire, "Take him into custody
constables, and clap him into gaol, as well as all the others who take
his part."

At this I could no longer hold my peace.

"Master Wellwood, methinks this will sound bad when it reaches the
king's ears," I cried.

"King's ears! And who will take it to him," he cried, turning angrily on
me.

"I will," I cried.

"You will, and who are you?"

"It doth not matter who I am," I cried, "but I can tell you that I have
the king's ear, and it will go hard with you."

"Take this malapert boy with the others," cried the squire to the
constable, and I could see that he was much angered against me.

Two of the constables moved towards me, while the rest of the yokels
stared at me openmouthed.

"I am a loyal subject of the king," I cried, drawing my sword, "and am
neither Independent nor Presbyterian, but the first man that touches me
shall die."

The men started back as I caused my sword to whistle around my head, and
as they only had heavy bludgeons they did not come nearer. But it came
to me even then that I could do no good by interfering further. I had
acted on the impulse of the moment, for I deemed it unfair that Master
Burnbridge, Independent though he was, should be clapped into gaol for
protesting against the spoiling of his goods; yet I knew I could do
nothing. All the popular feeling was against the Independent minister,
who I was told afterwards had been very severe with loose and careless
lives. Besides, I reflected that I could not help matters by allowing
myself to be clapped into gaol. I would, therefore, have escaped if I
could, but in turning to do so two men had come up behind my back, and
before I could even struggle for liberty I was closely pinioned.

Before an hour had passed I was in the town lock-up with eight others,
amongst whom was Master Burnbridge. As may be imagined I was little
pleased with myself. First, because I was no Independent at heart, and
second because my interference had done more harm than good. Moreover I
was angry that I should be in prison, as though I were a drunken
tapster, and in company with people whom my father had often called
hypocritical psalm-Psingers. For we were all huddled together in an open
space, neither had we anything to sit upon, although straw was placed
upon the floor, upon which most of my companions lay down.

"The Lord hath touched your heart, young man," said Master Burnbridge.

"As to that I doubt much," I replied; "yet could I not help being angry
at the way the man Wellwood treated you."

"Ay, but the spirit of the Lord was in your heart, else had you not
resented such injustice. But in truth I am not surprised at all this. I
have heard that Master Noel hath been in secret conclave with Master
Wellwood, and I heard rumours that what hath been going on ever since
King Charles hath been recalled would also happen to me. For myself I
care not, but I grieve for my wife and children, for what will they do
without house and home?"

At this I was silent, for in truth what could I say?

"And yet I must not fear," he went on, "for the Lord is still upon His
Throne. He delivered the Hebrew youths out of the fiery furnace, and He
will deliver me. But oh, I fear that dark days are coming upon England."

"But the king hath made fair promises," I urged.

"Fair promises!" cried Master Burnbridge, "and you see what they are
worth. Even before His Majesty hath been a week on his throne, and
before the matter of religion hath been dealt with, such as I are
ejected from our livings and thrown into the gaols. Moreover, although
the law is supposed to be on our side, no one stood up for it save you,
a stranger. If this be done at this time, what will be done when the
hosts of Belial have passed their laws? 'If they do these things in a
green tree, what shall be done in the dry?' I tell thee, young man, this
land will be full of wailing and gnashing of teeth."

"That remains to be seen," I replied. "When the king hath time to make
the power of his arm felt, perchance these things will cease."

"Cease! Charles Stuart make them to cease! Can the Ethiopian change his
skin, or the leopard his spots? I tell you he hath been brought back to
England by lies and corruption, and by lies and corruption he will
maintain his throne until the Lord shall speak."

"Brought back by lies and corruption!" I cried.

"Ay, I speak boldly. Who schemed to bring him back? Monk. Who is Monk? A
man who plays for his own hand. First a Presbyterian, then an
Independent, then nothing. Monk played a game, young master, and so we
see what we see."

After this I was left much alone, for these people saw that I was not
one of them. Moreover, they spent much time in prayer, and in singing of
hymns, and on the whole were of a cheerful countenance.

Presently as night fell most of them fell asleep, and thus but little
notice was taken when the door opened and a man whom I took to be a
gaoler took me by the arm and led me forth.

"Whither do you lead me?" I asked.

"Hush, and ask no questions," was his reply.

Ere long I found myself nearing the vicarage, and again I asked why I
was led thither.

"To see Master Wellwood," was the reply.

"Why should I see Master Wellwood?"

"You will soon know."

A few minutes later I stood in a room of the vicarage, which was empty
save for three chairs, on two of which sat Master Wellwood and Master
Noel.




CHAPTER XX

THE WISDOM OF SOLOMON


Both the squire and the vicar eyed me closely as I entered, as though
they seemed doubtful as to how they should treat me. I noticed that my
sword, which had been taken from me, was placed in a corner of the room,
and as presently both of them nodded to me with a smile, I concluded
that they intended to treat me with some courtesy.

"We have brought you hither," said Master Wellwood, "because being men
who love peace, as well as lovers of justice, we desired to give you an
opportunity of explaining your unruly behaviour to-day."

"In what way have I behaved in an unruly way?" I asked.

"You sought to interfere when the king's commands were being obeyed."

"What commands?"

"The commands that justice shall be done to loyal members of the
Church."

"When were such commands given?" I asked. "Because never yet have I
heard of them. But last night did I have audience with the king's
brother, the Duke of York, while my father, whom I also saw, and who
hath been near the king ever since his Majesty's return, never said
aught to me concerning them."

At this they looked at each other somewhat dolefully, as though they
knew not what next to say.

"Your name, young master?" said Master Wellwood.

"My name must not be known," I replied. "I am on the king's business,
and thus do not tell my name to every passerby; nevertheless, I think
his Majesty will be angry when he knows that his trusted envoy hath
been thrown into a lock-up."

"It may be, young master; we acted zealously, yet we acted in the king's
interests," replied Master Wellwood. "For what is the truth? It is only
by supporting the Church that we support the king. For this is how it
appeareth to us. Religion must be maintained, and schismatics cast out.
For who are the king's enemies? The schismatics. Through them His Sacred
Majesty King Charles the First was beheaded, therefore no man can be
loyal to the king without establishing the true religion. And what is
true religion? It is the Protestant religion--that is the Protestant
religion which is neither rabid nor rancorous, but such as King Charles
the First encouraged and sanctioned. But where is that true Protestant
religion to be found? Only in the Episcopacy. For the safety of the
State, and the permanence of the crown, we must have bishops, priests,
and deacons. All schismatics are enemies to the crown, and to religion.
Therefore, although no laws hath yet been passed against these naughty
heretics, we must for the sake of the king's crown stop the mouths of
all these Presbyterians and Independents."

Master Wellwood was wellnigh out of breath by the time he had finished
this long harangue, but having taken a drink from a glass of brandy he
went on.

"That was why, out of loyalty to his Majesty, and for the sake of
religion, we even drove out that blaspheming prater this morning.
Moreover, as he usurped Master Noel's house we naturally drove him out
from hither. But for his naughty tongue he need not now be in prison;
but he spoke foul untruths, therefore had he to be punished as a
brawler. Besides, not knowing who you were, and when you took sides with
the prating heretic, we naturally thought you were of his order.
Therefore it was our duty to punish you. But since we have decided that
you were in ignorance as to your duty and therefore, judging you to be a
man of quality, we give you back your sword and your liberty."

With that Master Wellwood rose, and gave me my sword back.

"Your horse will be also ready at the _White Hart_," he went on, "and if
you have the ear of the king you can tell him that we are his most
zealous subjects."

As may be imagined, I was much angered at the coolness of this
dismissal, but when I came to think about the matter I came to the
conclusion that I should do no good by causing a fuss. For although the
laws had not been altered, so greatly had the tide of feeling changed
that it was impossible to get justice for the Independents; moreover, if
the king were informed about the things which had taken place, he would
doubtless have laughed indifferently, and have taken no further notice.
In truth, as I was afterwards told, before any acts against Dissenters
were passed, the king was much pleased when he was told that they were
thrown into prison so that his throne might be established.

Without much ado, therefore, I went back to the inn, and, not desiring
to remain any longer in the town, mounted Black Ben and rode through the
night towards Folkestone. Not that I was overmuch pleased at the way
things had turned out. It is true I was young, and had given but little
heed to matters relating to religion, yet did I conceive that I had not
behaved very gallantly to Master Burnbridge, whose cause I had espoused.
Yet so angry was I at being imprisoned, and so eager was I to get to
Pycroft Hall that I thought little of anything else. The time was coming
when I was to be brought into closer contact with matters appertaining
to religion, but at that time I was but ill-acquainted with those
questions which were to be of such trouble to the State. Moreover, as I
recalled my experiences at Pycroft I became more and more anxious lest I
should fail in the thing I had set out to do. I realized that directly I
had escaped from the prison house in which I had been immured, I ought
to have returned forthwith, and rested not until I had obtained a
document of such great value. But I had gone to Dover to witness the
coming of the king, and when I had heard that Mistress Constance Denman
was imprisoned I had forgotten all else in order that I might set her at
liberty.

When I drew near to Pycroft I began to plan how I might carry my
designs into effect. For although the thing seemed easy enough at first,
it assumed different proportions as I drew nearer to it. Moreover, I
continued to upbraid myself for allowing so much precious time to
escape, during which Father Solomon might have transported the thing
elsewhere. Would not the very fact that I knew the hiding place cause
the old man to remove it? Before this time he would doubtless have again
descended into the cavern to discover what had become of me, and on
finding that I had gone would take steps accordingly.

Nevertheless, I hoped for the best in spite of the fears I have here set
down, and when on the Monday I drew near Folkestone, I had my plans all
ready. I did not go to the _Barley Sheaf_, as before, but instead rode
straight to Pycroft Hall. The same silence reigned as I passed through
the woods, and although it was now fast approaching midsummer the birds
seemed afraid to sing, so dark and gloomy were the trees which
surrounded the house.

No man did I meet, and for this I was very thankful. I felt that the
thing which I desired to do demanded the greatest secrecy, and that it
would not be wise to let any man be acquainted with my doings. For this
reason I did not even go to an inn, as I had first intended, but instead
made my way direct to the house. When I had wellnigh reached the open
space which surrounded the building I dismounted and proceeded on foot,
leaving Black Ben to roam as he felt disposed. I knew I was safe in
doing this, for I had trained him to come to my whistle even as a dog
obeys his master. As for any one stealing him, that, as I have explained
elsewhere, was impossible.

Directly I had come to the open space I had a feeling that something had
happened. The very air seemed laden with mystery, and on casting my eyes
towards the house my feelings were confirmed. A great part of the
building was in ruins. A few days before it had stood intact, its doors
were bolted, its windows barricaded; but now not a door remained
standing. There was not a whole window to be seen. Eagerly I rushed
across towards the tree from which I had first seen the strange old man,
but on arriving there I saw that this end of the house was wellnigh
completely demolished. All around, moreover, were heaps of débris;
desolation was more than ever manifested. But little more than the shell
of the building remained.

A minute later I made my way to the room where I had my interview with
the old man, but the place was scarcely recognizable. Only one thing
remained which reminded me of our meeting. That was a grinning skull,
which had somehow survived the wreck of other things.

For a moment I was stunned. I could not comprehend what it all
portended; but presently my mind became clearer. Following as well as I
was able the course I remembered to have taken with the old man on the
night of our interview, I found my way to the place where the trap door
had been lifted. A great heap of rubbish crossed the place now, and this
I set to work to move with all speed. Ere long I discovered the thing I
sought, and remembering the spot where old Solomon had pressed his foot,
I did even as he had done, and the door lifted. As it did so I started
back, for a choking sulphurous smell arose, and to my excited
imagination I thought I heard strange cries.

"It might be the very mouth of hell," I said to myself; and in truth
there was reason for my thought. When I called to mind what he had said,
together with the strange history of the place, I did not wonder that
the simple folk were afraid to come hither. The sulphurous smoke,
moreover, set me coughing greatly, while a great feeling of dread gat
hold of me.

But this was only for a moment. Lonely as was the place, and fearful as
were the thoughts in my mind, I conquered myself. Perhaps my curiosity
helped me in this. For now that I had come so far I determined to probe
this thing to the bottom. I felt sure that this was all done by human
means, although I could not understand it.

Having seen to it that my flint and tinder and candle were in good
condition, I put my foot on the step of the ladder, and descended into
the depths as I had done when the old man was with me.

I thought I heard a strange mocking laugh as I did this, but I put it
down to my excited imagination, and although my heart beat aloud, I went
straight on. On reaching the bottom of the shaft I lit my candle, and
then followed the windings of the tunnel, even as I had followed them
before. Having made careful note of everything on the previous occasion
I found but little difficulty in finding my way again. And yet never in
my life had I made so fearful a journey; for try as I might I could not
rid from my mind the fact that I was surrounded by grinning jabbering
spirits of the dead, who mocked me in the thing I was seeking to do.
Neither could I rid myself of the fear that even then old Solomon was
near me, waiting to complete the destruction of my life which he had
attempted when we were here together before.

As I look back now I wonder that I did not give up my search in despair,
for while any man with good courage can fight a battle in the open day,
when his enemy is plainly in sight, it is another matter to face dread
darkness, and the thousand things that haunt the darkness. In truth I
doubt whether I should have gone forward but for two things. The one was
my father's teaching. For this stood me in good stead now. Often had he
laughed at the stories of witches and wizards; often had he scorned in
my hearing stories of the supernatural which were so rife in every home
in our land. But this was not all. The desire to possess the thing which
would alter the destiny of England nerved me to brave anything. I
remembered the look on Duke James' face. I called to mind how I had been
attacked on the highway, and the words which had been uttered, and I
knew the thing meant much. I had seen the writing on the parchment, and
I understood what it meant. Besides, my father had commanded me. His
future depended on the discovery, for Duke James had said that if this
were brought to him my father's hopes should be fulfilled. And there was
more than this. Even then I bethought me of the woman whom I had rescued
from Bedford Gaol, and the more I thought of her the more did I fear for
her. If she were captured again, should I not, by the possession of this
precious document, have means in my hand whereby I could render her
service?

Therefore I went forward until I came to the open place where the thing
had been placed, and here I stood still. For a moment I thought I was
going to swoon, for there were many strange sounds in my head, while the
black sides of the cavern, which were dimly revealed by the candle I
held in my hand, seemed to be dancing around me. But this I knew was
because my heart beat so loudly, and because my blood chased so madly
through my veins. So I called all my resolution to my aid, and conquered
my weakness.

[Illustration: "Then I took the thing in my hand, and unfolded it."]

After a few moments I located the place where the thing had been put,
and eagerly I hurried thither.

Yes, there was the black box as I had seen it before. It seemed as
though it had never been moved since the hour when Father Solomon had
put it back. Feverishly I took it, and then looked fearfully around me,
because even then I fancied that watchful eyes might be upon me. But
there was nothing.

Holding the box in one hand, and the candle in the other, I remember
thinking that my best plan was to get out into the open air, where I
could again examine its contents. But I was too impatient for this.
Propping my candle between two stones I got down on my knees, and
prepared to open it, but I stopped with a start and a shudder.

I could have sworn that I heard a cackling mocking laugh close to my
ears, and again I looked fearfully around. But there was nought to be
seen, and so still had all things become that the silence seemed to make
a noise.

"It is nought but my fancy," I said aloud, and I shivered at the sound
of my own voice. Also many wild fancies flitted across my mind. I
thought I saw Lucy Walters change from a beauteous nut-brown maid, with
skin fair and smooth, and altogether lovely to behold, into a hideous
corrupt-looking hag. She shook a leprous finger at me, and leered
mockingly into my face. Again also I thought I heard the mocking cackle
of old Father Solomon, which seemed to arouse all sorts of unearthly
wails.

"It's nought but my fancy," I again repeated aloud, and this time the
sound of my voice gave me courage. I no longer feared unearthly
visitants. The thing was in my hands, and I would examine it.

The lid of the box opened without difficulty, and I saw a piece of paper
lying within it. As I saw it I laughed aloud, so pleased was I.

Then I took the thing in my hand, and unfolded it.

This is what I read:--

     _He that diggeth a pit shall fall into it._

     _If the iron be blunt, and he do not whet the edge, then must he
     put forth more strength._

     _The lips of a fool will swallow up himself. The beginning of the
     words of his mouth is foolishness, and the end of his talk
     mischievous madness._

     _Vanity of vanity, saith the preacher, all is vanity._

                 THE WORDS OF SOLOMON THE WISE.

This was all. The marriage contract was gone, and nothing was left in
its place save the paper on which the words were written that I have
here set down.

Eagerly I peered into the hole where the box had been placed; but it was
empty. Nothing was there save the void space which mocked me.

I stamped my foot in my rage. This, then, was the end of my work. Old
Solomon had outwitted me, even as he had said, and I fancied I saw the
grin on his face as he had planned my discomfiture.

After a time I grew more calm. There must be a meaning in all this. If
the old man had planned all this he must have had reasons for so doing.
Had he come hither to find me, and being unable to do so had he been
stricken with fear? After all the thing I had seen was different from
this. I had seen the signature of Lucy Walters, and of Charles Stuart.
Nothing could destroy that fact. If the old man had taken the parchment
away, and destroyed the house, he had done so with a purpose. He must
have had a motive in so doing. Was that motive fear or interest?
Besides, the old man must have another hiding-place. True I had been a
fool, a double-dyed fool, for not keeping the thing when I had once held
it in my hand; but it might not be too late to redeem the past. I would
find out the meaning of what I had seen; I would probe the thing to the
bottom.

All my superstitious fears were gone. I no longer heard whispering
voices, or wailing cries; I no longer saw grinning faces or evil forms.
The darkness had no dread for me; my anger had driven away all my
terrors.

Taking the box with me I hurried back to the stairway by which I had
entered, and a few minutes later I stood in the sunlight again. The
evening had now begun to draw to its close, but the sun was still
visible behind the tree tops, and after the darkness in which I had been
immured its light was very pleasant.

"I will not rest until the box hath the true parchment again," I said
grimly, as I placed within it the paper on which old Father Solomon had
written his mocking words. "There must be some trace of him somewhere;
how can I find it?"

I gave a long shrill whistle, and a few seconds later I heard Black Ben
whinnying. This was followed by the trample of hoofs, and directly after
he came up to me, and rubbed his nose against my hand.

"Ben," I said to him, "we are beaten this time; but you and I will yet
succeed," and I patted him gently.

Again he whinnied as though he understood, while I bethought me of what
I must do next.

I had some trouble in putting away the black box in my saddle-bag, but I
at length succeeded in doing so, after which I rode through the dark
woods towards the highway. By the time I had gone a little way I felt
both faint and hungry. The excitement through which I had passed had
left me with a great languor, so presently seeing a peasant I inquired
the way to the nearest inn, which I found was of the better order of
places of refreshment, and where I had no difficulty in obtaining food
for both man and beast.

After seeing to it that Black Ben was well groomed and foddered, and
having partaken of a good meal myself, I felt my own man again, and ere
long found my way into the room where three or four men, whom I judged
to be farmers, were drinking. They had been talking eagerly when I
entered, but on seeing me they rose, touched their forelocks, and then
sat down again.

I greatly desired them to speak freely, so having ordered more
refreshments for them I tried to draw them into conversation. To my
satisfaction I soon discovered that my bounty unloosed their tongues,
and I found that they vied with each other to answer whatever questions
I asked. Nevertheless I was wary even in this, for I was desirous at all
hazards to avoid arousing suspicion. I therefore spoke first of the
possible harvest, and of the good times we hoped to have now that the
king had come to his own.

After this I spoke of the coming of the king, and of the gay doings at
Dover, and presently, little by little, I led mp the conversation to
Pycroft Hall. Directly the name passed my lips, however, they became
silent, as though a great fear possessed them.

"Is aught ill with the place?" I asked.

"There is no Pycroft Hall now," said one presently, and his voice almost
sank to a whisper as he spoke.

"No Pycroft Hall? Why I saw it not long since myself, and a gloomy old
place I thought it was," I said.

"The devil hath blown it to atoms," said the man fearfully.

"You are but laughing at me," I cried.

"Nay, worshipful master, but we be not. It hath only happened of late
that this hath come to pass."

"Since what hath come to pass?"

"We were speaking of it at the moment when you entered the room, young
master, and not knowing how you might relish such talk, we e'en held our
tongues."

"What talk?"

"Why, about the devil blowing up Pycroft Hall."

"If you know aught I should be glad to hear it. I love much such stories
as you speak of."

"You are not one that fears the devil, young master?"

"I trust in an easy conscience and a good sharp sword," I made answer.
"Nevertheless I love the gossip of the times, whether it concerns the
devil or of those who have no dealings with him."

"Well, master, this is what hath taken place. It is said that three days
ago some of the king's men came hither to visit it. But before they
reached it, although they drew near to it, they heard a great noise, as
though the world were coming to an end. Of this there can be no manner
of doubt, for I myself heard it, although I was a mile away."

"When was this?" I asked.

"Last Friday that ever was," replied the man. "Friday is the devil's
day, and he played his game last Friday. For years it's been haunted as
all the country knows. Your honour may have heard of it."

Hereupon he told me a long story which I will not set down here, because
I have already mentioned much of the things he said in what I have
previously written.

"Well," I said, when he had finished the story, "the king's men went to
see it, you say."

"People say it was the king's men, but we be not sure. But be that as it
may, when they were on the way to the house, a place I would not go to
myself, no not for ten pound in gold, they heard a noise like a clap of
thunder, and they said they felt the ground shaking under their feet."

"Well, what then?" I said eagerly, for the man stopped.

"When they came up to it they could see nothing for smoke," said the
man; "a smoke that smelt of brimstone, and then they were so frightened
that they came back. Next day the parson went near to see it, and he
said he believed that the spell of the devil was broken, although the
house was wellnigh blown to pieces."

"When did the parson go up?"

"On Saturday, but 'twas Friday evening when the king's men went up."

"You say you heard the noise yourself?"

"Ay I did, and I saw more than any of them."

"What did you see?"

"I saw the devil."

"Tell me about it?"

"I'm afraid," said the man. "I've never said so much to anybody before,
even to my wife; but this drop o' drink that you've given me hath seemed
to fire my courage."

"Tell me and you shall have some more. Nay, your jug is empty. I will
order some more."

The landlord brought a stoup of strong waters and placed it on the
table, and having left us, we all drew our chairs close to the farmer,
so that we could the better hear what he had to say.




CHAPTER XXI

HOW I VISITED BEDFORD A SECOND TIME


"It may be nought," said the farmer; "perhaps you, young sir, seeing you
have much learning and have read wise books, may say it was nought;
nevertheless I believe it was what I say it was, although there is one
thing I cannot understand."

"And what do you say it was?"

"I say it was the devil."

"And what is the thing you cannot understand?"

"He had a woman with him."

"Ay, but I can understand that," remarked one of the others, who had
been listening intently. "Wherever the devil is at work you always find
a woman. For that matter I doubt if the devil could get on at all but
for woman."

"That's true, John Trounsen," remarked the third. "My wife is a good
woman, let who will say otherwise; but for all that there's a woman in
all devilry. The devil could not do his work without witches, and I
doubt not he was obliged to have many witches with him at Pycroft. All
that's been done there these last few years could not have been done
without them."

"But what did he look like?" I asked eagerly, for as may be imagined
other thoughts had come into my mind than those spoken by the simple
farmers.

"Look like?" said the farmer who told the story. "Well that again seems
strange. And yet I do not know. The parson says the devil can appear as
an angel of light, so I do not see why he cannot appear as an old man."

"An old man?" I cried.

"Ay, an old man. This was how it happened, young master. I was passing
by the Pycroft woods on Friday evening, when I heard the noise like
thunder. It fairly seemed to shake the very ground. I looked around me,
but I could see nothing. Then I heard something like a cackle, and on
gazing around me I saw him standing a little distance from me with a
woman by his side. Mind you, nothing was to be seen afore the great
noise, then all of a sudden he appeared."

"Ay, that must have been the devil," remarked the man called Trounsen.

"All of a sudden, all of a sudden, just like he always comes! What did
the parson say on Sunday? 'He cometh like a thief in the night,'"
remarked the other.

"Did any smoke come out of his nostrils?" asked Trounsen.

"No, he was just a simple old man with a short neck and long whiskers.
Ay, but you should have seen his eyes. Fire seemed to come from them."

"Did he say aught?"

"Nay, but he laughed--or rather he cackled, and then he shook his hand
towards Pycroft. Ay but I was frightened."

"Did he see you?"

"Nay, he didn't, and you may be sure I made no noise."

"And the woman--what was she like?" I asked.

"Ay, there you have me again, master, for the woman was young, and I
thought fair to look upon."

"Did either say aught?"

"Ay, they talked to each other in words which I could not understand;
but presently I heard the woman say they must haste to Bedford, for
there was work awaiting them there. But when she had spoken he shook his
hand towards Pycroft and laughed such a laugh as I never heard before."

"'What'll you find!' he said in a terrible voice. 'Perhaps a few skulls,
but nought else;' and then he started, as I thought, to come where I
was, so I just creeped under a withy bush, and hid myself. After that I
heard no more. When I dared to creep out again nought was to be seen. He
had spirited both himself and the woman away."

After this the man told his story again, but I gathered nothing new. He
simply detailed for the willing ears of the others such trifles as were
of no importance to me. But he had told me enough to set me thinking.
The man was doubtless old Solomon. But the woman, who was she? I called
to mind that on the night when I first went to Pycroft I saw not only
Mistress Constance Denman in the room, but another woman. Might not this
be the same woman? She must have known Mistress Constance, else they had
not been together. Moreover, what might be the significance of her
desire to go to Bedford? Was not this the place to which Constance had
flown? Was it not natural, therefore, that some understanding existed
between them?

When all was quiet in the inn that night, and the visitors had departed,
I lay thinking of all that had taken place, and I felt that I must start
for Bedford the next day. It was by this means only that I should again
find the old man, and I blessed the lucky happening which had led me to
the inn, and thus had been enabled to hear the farmer's story. Much as I
cudgelled my brains, however, I was unable to get any nearer the
solution of the mystery which faced me, neither could I so much as
arrive at a suggestion of the truth concerning the link which bound the
unknown woman at Pycroft Hall with Mistress Constance Denman. Also I was
as much in the dark as to the ties which bound these women to old
Solomon. Everything was a mystery, and I knew not how to explain it.

Next morning I was on horseback again. I knew that my way to Bedford lay
straight through London, yet did I not deem it wise to go thither. I had
not yet accomplished the thing I had set out to do, and I did not feel
like going back to the Duke of York to tell what I had seen and heard.
So I determined to bear to the left until I reached the Portsmouth road,
and then by riding through the little village of Wandsworth, and
crossing Battersea fields, I should miss London altogether. I knew that
I could obtain a ferry at Battersea, and then by riding across country I
could get to Barnet without so much as being seen by any who dwelt in
London town.

Although I was eager to get to Bedford I knew that I incurred great
danger by going thither. Doubtless searchers would be abroad to find the
man who had liberated the daughter of Master John Leslie from Bedford
Gaol, and as not many days had passed since the event, the desire to
capture me must be still keen. Still nothing could be done without risk.
I did not slacken speed but went straight on.

I wondered much by what means old Solomon could take the woman to
Bedford, seeing that his peculiar appearance would attract much
attention. But I knew that he was a man of great resource, and possibly
he had friends unknown to me.

It took me two days to reach Bedford, even although Black Ben might have
covered the distance in less time. The truth was, however, I could not
accomplish the journey in one day, and I did not wish to reach Bedford
town until after dark on the second day.

I little thought when I had fled from the inn, while a crowd of men were
howling after me, that I should so soon draw near the same place, yet as
the sun was setting on the second day after I had left the inn where I
had heard news of Father Solomon I found myself at the very place where
I had met the man called John Bunyan. My plans, however, did not make it
a necessity for me to go so straight into danger. Rather it was my
purpose to go to Goodlands, and by means of diligent inquiries to find
out the things I desired to know. I did not hurry, for the sun had set
in a clear sky, and I knew the twilight would last for wellnigh an hour,
so Black Ben, catching my humour, walked quietly along, but we had not
gone far in this way before I perceived something was afoot. There was
the noise of the trampling of many feet in the near distance, while I
could hear the excited manner of many voices.

I looked eagerly around me, but the trees and hedges being in full leaf
hid wellnigh everything from me. I saw however that I was nearing the
place where, on the night of Mistress Constance's escape from prison, we
left the main road and turned towards the narrow lane where we had been
molested by the constable and his friends.

"They seem to be coming from Goodlands," I said to myself, as I tried to
locate the noise of the people, and at this my heart grew cold, for I
feared lest something evil had happened to the woman I had tried to
befriend.

Forgetting all possible danger to myself, therefore, I urged Black Ben
forward, and soon I saw a number of people who as far as I could judge
were much wrought upon. That they were not drunken was easy to see, for
they walked circumspectly, and yet many angry cries reached me, as
though there were a division of opinion among them. I had barely reached
the spot where the lane joined the highway when in spite of myself I
gave a cry, for there, right in the midst of a motley crowd, was
Mistress Constance, while on either side of her walked a constable with
a truncheon in his hand. Never, if I live until I am as old as
Methuselah shall I forget the look on her face, for although the sun had
now set, leaving only a great golden glow in the western sky, I saw it
plainly.

She was very pale, I remember, save for a pink spot that burned on her
cheeks, but she shewed no other sign of fear. Her lips were compressed
and determined, while her eyes burned with a clear steady light. She
stood perfectly straight too, and carried herself proudly, as though she
were a May Queen walking amidst the plaudits of the multitude, instead
of being a prisoner. Headgear she had none, but her hair hung in rich
profusion around her shoulders and far down her back. Even then I caught
the sheen of those curling tresses, which gave her the appearance of a
queen of beauty.

She paid not the slightest heed either to those who muttered angry
threats against her or those who evidently sympathized with her; her
eyes were fixed on the distant skies, as though her thoughts were far
away.

"What are they doing with her?" I said to a man standing on the
outskirts of the crowd, but I spoke like a man in a dream, for I knew
quite well.

"Doing? Why, taking her to gaol again; and I warrant she does not escape
again, witch or no witch!"

And now I have to make confession of that which mayhap will draw away
from me the sympathy of all good people, for at that moment I, Roland
Rashcliffe, realized that I loved this woman more than my own life. I
knew of what she had been accused, and she had never denied these
accusations. She was said to be guilty of attempting to murder General
Monk for seeking to bring back the king, and had been engaged in evil
plots against his Majesty. And yet I loved her. But this was not all.
She was the wife of Sir Charles Denman, a man who bore an evil name, and
who had been actively interested in the death of the king's father. As
such I should never have thought of her save as a murderess who had been
married to a bad man. And yet at that moment I forgot everything. Forgot
that her hands were stained with blood, forgot that her life was
surrounded by mystery, forgot that she owed the allegiance of a wife to
a husband, forgot everything, in fact, save that her life was dearer
than my own, and that I must seek to save her at all hazards. That my
love was hopeless I knew, for she belonged to another; that my
determination to save her was madness I also knew, for what could one do
among so many? Yet regardless of everything I sprang from my horse, and
as if by magic I made a road for myself amidst the crowd till I reached
her side.

"Mistress Constance!" I cried.

And then, spite of everything, a great joy came into my heart, for
though she spoke no word I saw that as her eyes turned towards me they
lit up with a great gladness, and she, as I thought, tried to hold out
her hands towards me.

"Mistress Constance!" I repeated, and I forgot the gaping motley crowd
which surged around, which I think was at that moment too curious to do
anything save to stare at us in wonder. But as I spoke a second time I
saw that the joy which shone from her eyes at her first sight of me
passed away, and in its place came a look of terror.

"Escape! escape!" she said. "You cannot help me, and----"

But before she could finish the sentence a great yell went up from many
throats.

"The man at _The Bull_!"

"The man who drugged Master Sturgeon's ale!"

"It is he who got her out of gaol!"

"Ay, we saw him taking her to Goodlands!"

These and a hundred other disjointed cries I heard, and then I was
roughly seized by many hands.

"What shall we do with him?"

"Do! Why to gaol with him!"

"This will be sugar and honey to Master Sturgeon."

"Ay, and a feather in our cap when the king hears of it!"

"We'll see now if he'll laugh at us a second time!"

All this I heard as I was dragged along, but I took but little heed. My
eyes were fixed on Mistress Constance's face, and I heeded not the angry
shouts of those who held me in my delight at being near her.

"Why did you do this?" I heard her say.

"Because I could not help it," I replied.

At this moment I heard a great cry of fear, and turning I saw Black Ben
rushing towards me, while the crowd made way for him. He might have
judged that I was in danger, for he came up to me, his eyes wild and his
head uplifted high in the air.

I thought for a moment that those who held me fast would have let me go
as he came up, so fearful were they: nevertheless they did not release
me, although they sheltered themselves behind me.

What would have happened I know not, for at that moment the crowd was
much excited, but Black Ben, as I thought, seemed to be making for
Mistress Constance--whereupon I spoke angrily to him and bade him be
still. He obeyed like a child, for so much had we been together at home
that he had learnt to take note of the tones of my voice, and to come at
my call like a well-trained spaniel.

"What are you going to do with me?" I said to the men who held me fast.

"Do? Take you to gaol, young master."

"Why? What charge have you against me?"

"We'll see to that to-morrow morning at the County Court!" was the
reply.

"Then let my horse be taken to _The Bull_ stables," I said, for even
then I could not bear for him to suffer because of me.

"Ay, and who'll take him?" was the reply.

It was a strange procession as ever man saw, as we walked towards the
river; for although my captors still held me fast, Black Ben walked near
me, his eyes flashing, while every now and then he shook his head, and
snorted dangerously.

When we reached _The Bull_ we stopped.

"Call the ostler," I said, as though I were in command instead of being
a prisoner, and a few seconds later, Black Ben allowed himself to be led
into the stables.

By this time a greater crowd than ever had gathered. Indeed, as it
seemed to me, the whole town had turned out to see us. This vexed me
much, for I hated the thought that many hundreds of staring eyes were
upon us, but Mistress Constance seemed to heed nothing. She walked along
the street, and over the bridge, with head erect, and the faraway look
in her eyes as when I had seen her first of all that night.

We were kept near to each other, so near in truth that I could have
touched her had my hands been free, but she did not seem to heed me.

"Do not fear," I said to her.

"I fear nothing--for myself," she replied.

"We shall be perchance taken before the king. If we are we shall be set
at liberty."

But she shook her head, and after that we spoke to each other no more
that night, for a few minutes later I found myself in a dark dungeon of
a place, where there was neither light to see, nor fresh air to be
breathed.

I will not try to set down here the thoughts and feelings which
possessed me that night. Indeed there will be no need to relate them,
even if I felt inclined to do so. All who read this will know that it
was not of myself that I thought, save only in so far as the interests
of Mistress Constance were linked to my own. All my thoughts were
concerned with her. Neither did I fear for myself, although I knew I was
in great danger. I was for ever asking what would be done to her, and
wondering at times whether the mystery which surrounded her would be
explained.

As may be imagined, sleep was out of the question, and tired as I
should have been under ordinary circumstances, I felt no weariness.

When daylight shewed itself, even in the foul den where I lay, I fell to
wondering how Mistress Constance's hiding place had been discovered, and
how she, who had felt so certain of being able to avoid capture, should
have allowed herself to be taken by such a clumsy set of yokels as those
who brought her thither. I wondered much also where Master Leslie might
be, and why he was not by his daughter's side. I at length concluded
that he must perchance have gone to London, or he might have found it
necessary to place himself in hiding.

Concerning the defence I proposed making for myself I meditated not one
whit, for all my interests were swallowed up in those of the woman, the
very thought of whom filled me with joy, and yet tore my heart with
grief. It must have been perchance eight o'clock when the door opened,
and Master Sturgeon entered.

"Ah, young Master Jackanapes," he cried. "So your sins, like chicken,
have come home to roost?"

"No, Master Sturgeon," I said, looking him steadily in the face. "I so
enjoyed your company when last I saw you that I have taken the first
opportunity to meet you again."

"Anger me not, or it will go hard with you," he cried.

"As to that, anger me not," I cried, "or I will e'en tell the town clerk
and the mayor what a fool you are. I will tell them how drunk you were,
and that I could not only have set one prisoner at liberty, but every
one you had under lock and key."

I saw that I had made him fear, although he put a brave face on it.

"Bah! Master Braggart," he cried, "you will see that I will not be again
taken in by your boasting."

"I never said I was a zealous servant of the king, even while I became
so drunk that I failed to do my duty," I replied. "As to being a
braggart, Master Gaoler, I have told you nought but the truth. And this
I swear, if Mistress Constance Leslie, or whatever you are pleased to
call her, be not kindly treated, I will see to it that a true story of
the way you conducted yourself be widely published. Ay, it shall even
reach the king's ears. In which case you will no longer be a gaoler, but
a prisoner."

"As to that it is my full intention that she shall be treated with all
due courtesy," he replied, "but tell me the meaning of what hath taken
place, young master. Who are you, and why came you to Bedford? I promise
you that aught you shall say to me shall do you good rather than harm."

"As to that presently," I replied. "But will you on your part first tell
me something?"

"I will tell you all that seemeth right to tell," he replied.

"Then how was the woman who was brought here with me last night taken
prisoner?"

"Ay, that is easy to tell," he replied. "I had my suspicion that there
might be doings at Goodlands which it might advantage me to know, so I
got a warrant to search the place from cellar to cock-loft. And this, as
you will see, led to good results, for truly the constables had not been
in the house a minute before this daughter of Master Leslie's came to
the place where the constables were, and gave herself up. Was not this
mighty clever on my part?"

"And then you searched no more?" I said.

"There was nought more to search for. You see I had the house searched
the day after you--you--set her free from here; but nought could I find,
no not a sign of her. But I bided my time. I said, 'she will return,'
and in truth she did."

"You say you did this?" I asked.

"Ay I did--that is me and the justices together."

I said nought at this, although I was sore puzzled at his words, for I
thought I saw a meaning in it all far greater than he had dreamt of.

"And now tell me what you promised to tell me?" he said.

"At what hour am I to be brought before the justices?" I asked.

"At ten o'clock," he replied.

"Then I must needs think of my defence," I replied, "and you will have
to wait until their worships have examined me."

This, as may be imagined, did not satisfy him, but he had to be
content, for I would not answer a single question he put.

At ten o'clock the next day I was brought before the justices of
Bedford, but I never dreamed, as I appeared before them, of the things I
should presently learn.




CHAPTER XXII

THE CHAPEL OF HERNE


The place into which I was taken was of no great size, nevertheless a
large number of people had squeezed themselves in. I judged from this
that the affair had been much noised abroad, and that justices from the
whole country side had come together, so great was the interest taken. I
learnt, however, that the mode of procedure was to be of no ordinary
nature, seeing we were no ordinary prisoners. I was told that the
justices were to examine us concerning the nature of our guilt, and then
if they thought fit, either to pass us on to the assizes or to set us at
liberty, just as they felt inclined. But not being versed in the ways of
the law, I did not trouble much about such matters. For of this I was
sure: the justices would not dare to set Mistress Constance at liberty,
seeing a warrant had been out against her for a great length of time,
and it was not to be expected that they would have mercy upon me, seeing
I had helped the woman to liberty.

Nevertheless I knew that for the sake of their own curiosity they would
be sure to ask us many questions, and in this way such matters might
come to light as I much longed to know.

I saw, moreover, that we were not treated as prisoners of the period
were wont to be treated. Nay more, I saw that many of the rustics gazed
on us with a kind of respectful curiosity.

"Who are their worships on the bench?" I asked of a man who had
conducted me into the justice room, and he pointed them out to me in a
friendly way.

"That is Sir John Napier," he said, pointing to a stout choleric old
man, "and that," nodding to a man with a very solemn face, "is Sir
William Beecher of Howbury. The one to his left is Mr. Gery of
Bushmeade, who fought with King Charles against the Roundheads, while
the one on his left hand is Sir St. John Chernocke of Hulcote."

And so on, speaking to me as if I were a visitor instead of a prisoner.

"They are the greatest gentry in Bedfordshire, young master," he said
confidentially, "and King Charles himself might be proud to call some of
them his friends. Not that they are easy to get over. No, no. They are
terrible hard upon them as breaks the law."

I saw that Mistress Constance was not in the room when I entered and I
wondered why, seeing I had been brought there just after ten, she had
not also been conducted hither at the same time. But I had not to wait
long, for scarcely had I taken a careful view of what was taking place
when she was led in.

There was a general "hush" as she entered, and even the justices looked
curiously towards her, as though she were to be treated with all due
courtesy.

For this I have found throughout my whole life. It all depends on the
woman herself as to how she is treated; and if she be not regarded with
respect it is in nine cases out of ten because of the kind of woman she
is. It may be different with men. In truth I know it is; for I have seen
men of high standing and blameless character treated with discourtesy,
amounting to rudeness if not to cruelty. But few men can speak lightly
or rudely to a woman who is of gentle birth, and is in her own heart a
gentlewoman. If there is any proof needed of this, it was made manifest
that morning. For although Mistress Constance Leslie was the daughter of
a man whom the king hated, and although she was accused of attempting to
murder the great general by whose offices the king was brought back to
the throne, there was not one of the justices who spoke to her in an
unbecoming way. Therefore I say this: If a woman receives only scant
courtesy, let her look to herself, for she will generally find the
reason there. It is wellnigh impossible to respect a shrew, a slattern,
or a gossip, although a man should in every case be courteous to
womanhood, even if he find it hard to respect the woman.

Mistress Constance was still pale, except for the pink flush on her
cheeks, but it detracted not one whit from her beauty. Rather in my eyes
it added to it. Moreover, no man, I do not care who he is, could have
doubted her modesty or gentleness. Indeed I hated the man who called her
wife, and I wondered why God had allowed her to be mated to Sir Charles
Denman. But this might be because, even as she stood before the
justices, my heart went out to her, if possible more than ever.

She wore the same attire as on the previous night, and I heard a buzz of
admiration pass around the room as she stood there bareheaded before the
gaping crowd. But she seemed to be unconscious of it, for she took no
notice of those who watched her, but instead turned her face to the
justices, as if she would read their thoughts.

Her lips were compressed, but not a sign of fear did she shew. Not an
eyelid quivered, neither did her hands tremble. Whether she saw me I
know not. But she made no sign as if she did, although I thought I once
saw her looking at me furtively.

I do not remember any of the formalities which preceded the trial; but
when presently the chief justice called her name, she bowed in a stately
way, and seemed prepared to answer any questions they might put.

"Constance Denman."

My heart grew bitter as I heard the name, and I thought I saw a look of
anger cross her face.

"You are accused of attempting to stab to the heart with a knife his
Grace the Duke of Albermarle, but who was at that time General Monk, and
in truth did stab his secretary. Because of this a warrant hath been
issued against you. Although for a long time you escaped the law, you
have at length been brought to justice."

These words I have written down from memory, and although they may not
be the exact words spoken, they give the sense of what was said.

She did not speak in answer to this, whereupon some one whispered to the
justice who had spoken, who shook his head impatiently.

Then a man who had been writing, lifted his head and said--

"Your name is Constance."

At this she bowed.

"Daughter of Master John Leslie, of Goodlands?"

"Yes."

"Your age?"

"I was born on the 29th of June, 1640."

"You will then be twenty on your next birthday?"

"Yes."

At this there was a suppressed whisper around the justice house. "Just
as I thought." "Beautiful, isn't she?" "Fancy a maid, and a lady born
doing such a thing at that age;" and so on.

"On the 15th of January you were wedded to Sir Charles Denman?"

At this she did not speak.

"You must answer the question," said the chief justice.

I saw a look of terror pass across her face. Her hands clenched and
unclenched themselves, while a crimson flush suffused her whole face.

"What have these questions to do with the crime of which I am accused?"
she asked. "It is well known who I am. Moreover, there are certain
questions which are painful, and they have nought to do with the deed of
which I am believed to be guilty. Therefore be pleased to pass on!"

One might have thought she commanded the court, although she spoke in a
low voice, and in a perfectly womanly way. I believe moreover that the
principal justice would have saved her these questions, but the clerk
insisted upon them.

"These be according to law, Sir William," he said, "and must be
answered."

"You hear what the clerk saith?" replied the justice.

"I repeat the question," said the clerk. "You were married, were you
not, on the 15th day of January, to Sir Charles Denman?"

She drew herself up as if to speak, but no words escaped her lips.

"How hateful the thought of the marriage is to her," I thought to
myself, and my heart was full of joy at the thought of it.

At this moment there was a great confusion in the court, and I saw that
all eyes were turned towards the door.

"Master John Leslie!" was whispered all over the place.

A man past his prime made his way towards the bench, and I saw at a
glance that he must be related to Mistress Constance. He had the same
cast of features, and although there were signs of weakness on his face
which did not appear on that of his daughter, he was a man of noble
appearance.

"I pray you to forgive my tardiness, Sir William," he said, nodding to
the chief justice, "but it was far past midnight when the news was
brought to me in London that my daughter was to be brought before you
to-day. Since then I have ridden without ceasing so as to be here in
time for--for the trial."

I thought then that this man would do his daughter harm rather than good
by appearing in this way, for I saw looks of anger and dislike pass
across the faces of some of the justices.

"Your presence is of no great importance, Master Leslie," said the
justice drily, "and it seems a pity that you have journeyed all the way
from London for nought. Besides, you hinder the procedure. The question
is just asked whether your daughter married Sir Charles Denman, and I
think she can answer it as well as you."

I saw the eyes of father and daughter meet, and as far as I could judge
she seemed to wish him to be silent, but of this I was not sure. I
thought, however, that he paid no heed to her wishes, for he turned to
the bench with a look of resolution in his eyes.

"You have asked whether my daughter is the wife of Sir Charles Denman,"
he said excitedly. "I will even answer you. She is not."

"Father!"

The cry which came from Mistress Constance was as I thought full of
pain.

"Be silent," cried Master Leslie. "Our God is a God of truth, and I will
no longer suffer a falsehood to be believed."

"Whose wife is she then?"

"She is no man's wife."

There was a silence like unto the silence of death in the room as he
spoke, every one there seeming to be afraid to breathe.

"I speak the truth, Sir William," went on Master Leslie. "As you know I
am not a man to utter light words. You have had occasion to say so more
than once as we have sat side by side in this Chapel of Herne, the
justice hall of Bedford. So you may e'en take that down, Master
Cobb"--this to the clerk of the peace--"for what I have told you is the
truth."

I looked at Mistress Constance's face again as he spoke, and for the
first time I saw fear in her eyes. She evidently dreaded something which
was of a fearful nature, and I sorely pitied her. Yet was my heart
filled with such a joy as I had never known before. In truth it seemed
to me that a great burden had rolled from my life, for it was no longer
a sin to love her. I no longer hated Sir Charles Denman as I hated him
before, even although my mind was filled with a great wonder at the
meaning of it all.

I could see that the presiding justice was so astonished that he could
not speak, while Master Cobb, the clerk of the peace, seemed busily
writing, only to scratch out what he had written.

"I pray you, Master Leslie," went on Sir William Franklin, the presiding
magistrate, "to speak plainly on this matter. You say that this woman is
not the wife of Sir Charles Denman, and that she is no man's wife. Do
you also say that it is not she who hath attempted the life of General
Monk?"

"I do say it, Sir William; she hath attempted no man's life, and is as
innocent of the whole matter as a babe but last night born."

"Then what meaneth all this turmoil? Why hath the warrant been issued?
Why hath she been captured and brought hither?"

I saw that he was much excited, and that because of it he forgot much of
the usual formalities of asking questions. I judged too that Master
Cobb, seemed to be hesitating between his desire to conduct the affair
after the usual order, and his great curiosity concerning what Master
Leslie was saying.

"If you, Sir William, will come with me apart for a moment, I will
explain all these matters to you," said Master Leslie, whereupon the
other justices protested, declaring that such was not the law of our
land. So Sir William had to concede that which was evidently against his
desire to his brother justices.

"What's said must be said in the open court," he said. Then realizing
that he had been conducting the affair in an unusual way he went on--

"Moreover, it is not you who are at present under examination. If you
elect to give evidence after the prisoner hath been examined I will
allow you to do so."

"Then let me say this," said Master Leslie, "whatever my daughter may
deny, or whatever she may refuse to tell, I shall e'en take a straight
course and tell everything which appertaineth to this business."

Upon that Master Leslie took a seat as near to his daughter as he was
able, while Master Cobb, evidently relieved that events were to take a
lawful course again, prepared to ask questions.

Again I looked around this little whitewashed hall, and looked at the
eager faces of the crowd. I have been told that many trials of note had
taken place in this Chapel of Herne, which was a building associated
with the Grammar School, and used as a justice court, but I doubt if
ever one caused more eagerness than that in which we were now engaged.

"I have asked you whether you were married to Sir Charles Denman. Will
you answer?"

"My father hath told you. There is, therefore, no need for me to reply."

"But it is necessary you should. Please tell the bench."

"No, I have never married him."

"Are you guilty or not guilty of attempting the life of General Monk?"

She looked at her father before replying, and reading in his face the
resolution to tell everything, she replied--

"I am not guilty."

"But you were seen in his house, you wounded his secretary."

"That is not true."

"What evidence have you whereby you can prove your innocence?"

"I can prove that I was not in London at all at that time."

"Where were you then?"

"I can answer that when I am brought before a proper tribunal."

"Do you assert that this is not a proper tribunal?"

"Yes. If it were, my accuser should be here to accuse me. You have no
right to try me here at all."

At this there was some discussion, and I believe that Master Cobb
maintained that in the strict meaning of the law, it was the duty of the
justices to detain her until she was formally charged by her accusers,
but they were too curious to allow this so they went on with the trial.

"You say you can prove that you were not in London at the time of the
attempted murder?"

"I can."

"Where were you at the time?"

"Answer, answer," said Master Leslie eagerly.

"I was in my father's house at Barnet."

"You say you can prove this?"

"I can prove it, Sir William, for I was myself there at the time. Also
there be servants who can take oath to it."

This was spoken by Master Leslie eagerly.

"Then how came you to be accused of this crime?"

A great fear came into her eyes again, and she looked towards her father
pleadingly.

At this Master Leslie spoke again.

"I have more than one daughter, Sir William, and if this guilt is to be
fastened on one of them, it must be fastened upon my daughter Dorcas,
who married Sir Charles Denman, and who lived in London. Thus, my
daughter here, knew nought of the outrage until after it was committed."

"But General Monk's secretary heard her say she was called Constance
Denman."

"I will explain that, although, as my daughter saith, this is not the
proper tribunal for her to be judged, but I will tell the truth so that
you may see that you do wrong by detaining her as a prisoner. My
daughter Dorcas is the wife of Sir Charles Denman, as I have said. God
hath not been pleased to give her the faculties of mind which He hath
been pleased to give to my daughter here, and she became the slave of
the man she married. It was her husband who commanded her to assume the
garb of this my daughter here, it was her husband who commanded her to
make it known that she was called Constance. Then," and here Master
Leslie's voice became tremulous, "after she had escaped, my daughter
Constance, who hath been unjustly imprisoned, in order to save her
sister, so great is her love for her, assisted her to keep in safe
hiding, and even appeared with Sir Charles Denman as his wife, in order
to attract all suspicion upon herself, and save her sister."

There was a silence which could almost be felt as he said this, and I
saw that the face of Mistress Constance was pale, as I thought with fear
and shame.

"Thus my daughter here is guilty of nought save of a great and
overmastering love for her sister," went on Master Leslie. "To save her
she hath allowed herself to be hunted like a fox, to save her she hath
travelled alone with her sister's husband."

The place had ceased to be a court of justice, and there was scarcely a
man there but who forgot that nought was being conducted as the law
provided.

"By this means she hath succeeded up to now in diverting attention from
her sister, neither would she even now have told what I have told."

"This is a strange story, Master Leslie," said the presiding justice.

"It is strange," said the other, "but I could not stand by and see my
innocent child suffer for her sister, and that is why I rode hither
through the night, so that she might be set at liberty forthwith."

"And where is your guilty daughter?"

"I do not say she is guilty. Nay, I am sure she was but the tool of the
man she married. But where she is now I know not, for never have I seen
her since the night when the thing was attempted. All I have known is
that my daughter here hath even made it known that she hath been in
various places, so that she might keep any from suspecting the
hiding-place of her sister. Of one thing I am sure, she is far away from
here, else had not my daughter Constance given herself up here in
Bedford. Therefore I pray you, Sir William, to let her return to my
house at Goodlands, until I can prove to his Majesty's judges that she
was not in London on the night when General Monk was in danger of his
life."

At this there was again a consultation among the justices, and I verily
believe that had not Master Leslie taken part in the king's father's
death, they would have done even as he had asked, but several of them
were strong Royalists, and hated Master Leslie and all his ways, while
the others who had sympathy with him were afraid that when the matter
came to the king's ears, he would be displeased at such a course of
action.

So it was presently decided that, although the case had taken an unusual
course, nought had yet been proved, and that seeing the king had taken
especial interest in the matter, he must be informed as to what had
taken place, and that meanwhile Mistress Constance must be confined in
Bedford Gaol until the will of those in high places had been made known.

When the matter of my own imprisonment was brought forward it was
decided that as I was evidently in league with Mistress Constance, and
that as I had been guilty of a grave breach of the law, I must also be
kept in prison until their worships had heard from London as to what
should be done with me.

A little after noon, therefore, I was back in my prison again, and if
the truth must be known, glad to be alone that I might think over what I
had heard. For surely I had enough wherewith to puzzle my head. It is
true the revelations which had been made had made clear many things
which I had been unable to understand, yet many more remained in
darkness, and in spite of many hours of thought I could see but little
light.

Nevertheless, there was no happier man in Bedford than I, for although I
knew that Mistress Constance cared nought for me, the way she had
looked at me in the court proved that, I could think of her and love her
without sin. And this I did until my heart ached with very loving.

For four days I neither saw nor heard aught of her, for the gaolers
would speak no word, neither did Master Sturgeon come near me, but at
the end of the fourth day I was told it was the king's will that we
should proceed to London town without delay.




CHAPTER XXIII

THE JOURNEY TO WINDSOR


A great crowd gathered around the gaol at Bedford to see Mistress
Constance Leslie and myself start for London. This was but little
wonder, for the revelation made in the Chapel of Herne had spread like
wildfire, and people had come from the whole country side to see us
depart. I noticed too that we were not regarded with anger, nor treated
with contumely. Rather I judged that Mistress Constance was looked upon
with great favour, and I verily believe that had they been encouraged,
the people would have cheered her with great gusto, for they looked upon
her, not as one who had done aught to be ashamed of, but as one who had
bravely suffered much for another's sake. As for myself they knew nought
of me except my name, for this I had made known in the Court House, and
that I had succeeded in helping Mistress Constance out of prison.
Neither was this regarded as a great sin. Indeed it was believed that I
knew of the truth of what Master Leslie had told, and therefore it was
natural for me to render what help I was able. Concerning our former
meeting I had of course been silent, and although I had been questioned
closely I had given no answer which made any one the wiser.

One thing pleased me beyond measure, and this was the fact that Black
Ben was returned to me, and that I was allowed to ride him to London.
This I suspect was owing to the kindness of Sir William Franklin, who
had known my father and had fought by his side during the first civil
war.

We were, however, carefully guarded, so carefully that quite a company
of armed men rode out of Bedford, making as I thought a good show that
bright summer morning.

We must have travelled at least six miles before I had a chance of
speaking to Mistress Constance, for although we rode side by side in the
midst of those who guarded us, we had no chance of speaking a word to
each other. For that matter I do not think she desired speech, for
either she looked straight forward, or else looked away to the right,
which was in the opposite direction from where I was.

When we had travelled a few miles, however, we were less closely
watched. The constables talked with each other, now and then passing a
jest, and again telling of the fine times they hoped to have when they
reached London. Indeed I saw that while they took care there was no
chance of escape, they paid us less and less heed.

Therefore as I had opportunity, I drew my horse so close to hers that my
right foot almost touched her riding habit.

"I trust I have done nought to offend you," I said, looking into her
face.

But she did not reply for several moments, but rather turned away her
head from me.

"When you speak to me look straight on," she said.

I saw the wisdom of her words, for although the guard was more lax than
when we left Bedford, I knew that watchful eyes were constantly upon us.
I therefore obeyed her, and waited for her answer.

"How can I be offended, when you have tried to be my friend?" she asked;
"but did you not tell me that you spoke the French tongue?"

"Yes," I replied in that language. "I do not speak freely, but perhaps
enough to make you understand."

"Then speak to me in that tongue. You can understand now why I could
tell you nothing when we first met."

"Yes," I replied, "I understand. It has made me very happy."

She gave me a searching glance. It was only for a moment that she
looked, but I felt the beat of my heart quicken.

"There is much that you do not know--cannot know."

"I know enough to make me very happy," I repeated. "Almost ever since I
saw you first I have felt a great burden upon my heart. Now it is gone."

"You believed I was guilty of--of----" here she stammered, and seemed at
a loss how to finish her sentence, but I noticed the bitterness of her
voice.

"No," I interrupted eagerly. "Never for one moment."

I thought her eyes grew softer, for I could not help looking at her as I
spoke.

"Why then have you been made happy?"

"Because I know you are not the wife of that man."

The blood mounted to her cheeks, and the moment I saw this I turned away
my head.

"You have been very good to try and help me," she said, "but it does not
avail, it will not avail."

"I have done nothing," I replied, "nothing to what I would do if I
could."

"Yes, you have done much. You have helped me to save my sister."

"Unconsciously," I replied. "I know nothing of her. If I had known I
should not have cared. It was only you I wanted to help."

"It does not matter about me. She must be saved whatever may happen. I
will see to that."

"Then you do not fear what the king may do?"

"No, I do not fear. But do not speak again, the men are beginning to
watch us."

I pretended to be examining Black Ben's saddle, and to attend to one of
the buckles which kept up the left stirrup.

"What's the matter Master Rashcliffe," said one of the guards.

"Hath some one been meddling with my stirrups?" I asked. "They seem too
short."

"They can be seen to when we stop at mid-day for food," he replied.

After that we rode on for another mile without speaking.

"I think I shall have some favour with the king," I said presently. "If
so, you will soon be free."

"Perchance you will be free, but not I," she replied.

"If I am free you shall be free," I made answer.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because the king's prisons will be guarded too closely. London gaols
are not like Bedford Gaol."

"But why should you be put in a London gaol? You have done nothing."

"No; but then I shall tell nothing."

"Ah," I said, catching at her meaning. "Then you know where your sister
is?"

I spoke the French tongue and in a low voice, but she looked around
nervously, and although she gave no answer I knew I had surmised the
truth.

"Do not expect the worst," I said, "God lives."

"Yes, God lives, and I do not fear. Let the king do his worst."

"He may not suspect."

"But he will. When it is told him that I have--have done these things
for my sister's sake, he will ask me if I know where she is."

"And you will not tell?"

"I shall not tell where she is. Then he will make me bear her
punishment."

"No, I will save you."

Again she looked at me searchingly, and I thought I saw a glad light
leap into her eyes. After that she gave a quick glance round as if to be
sure that no one listened.

"No, you cannot save me. I am my father's daughter. Even now I am told
that the king is planning a terrible vengeance on those who took part in
his father's death."

"I will save you," I said quietly, and confidently. "Do not fear.
Whatever happens do not fear. It may be that I shall not be able to do
this in a day, or in a year--although I think I shall, but I will do
it!"

"Why should you do it?"

"Because I love you."

I saw her start in her saddle, while her hands clutched her bridle rein
nervously.

"That was why I was made so happy when I knew you had not married that
man. I loved you even while I thought you were his wife. I fought
against it because I thought it was a sin. But I could not help it. It
never came to me until the other night when I saw them taking you to
prison. I loved you before then although I did not know it. But I knew
it then. I was glad when they left me alone in prison, because I could
think of you. I did not sleep all the night. My heart was aching with
love, all the more because I thought it was sinful, but I could not help
loving you. Whatever happens now, I shall love you till I die."

"No! No!"

"Yes. I know you do not care for me; but I have my joy, the joy of
loving."

"But you must not--it is wrong."

"Why is it wrong?"

"Because it is foolishness. I have taken another's burden--I may speak
of it now. I have taken it willingly--gladly, but the burden means a
curse to the one who bears it."

"Then I will try and bear some of the curse. Nay, do not deny me this. I
must whether I will or not. Nothing you may say or do will alter me. I
shall love you until I die. Besides, I am going to save you."

She did not say a word to this, but looked straight on. We were passing
through rich loamy lands. All around the trees were in the glory of
their summer garb, while the birds sang lustily from tree branch, and
from hazel twig, but I do not think she either saw or heard.

I had eased my heart in speaking, and so I said no more for the time.
Never perhaps had a man a more doubtful future than I, and yet I could
have shouted for very joy. She heard not the song of the skylark as it
mounted to the heavens, nor the notes of the thrushes as they poured
forth their music to God. But I did, and it seemed to me as though they
were God's messengers telling me not to be afraid to love, for it was
His will. That she could ever love me never came into my heart. How
could she? What was I that a maid so peerless in her beauty, so glorious
in her life of sacrifice for another, should ever think of me save as
one who delighted to do her will? But I had the joy of loving, and
although my love were full of pain, and unsatisfied yearnings, I still
loved, and rejoiced in it.

"Why? Why?" I heard her whisper presently.

"Because God would have it so," I made answer. "He brought us together
that I might love you, and serve you. And this I will do as long as I
have life and thought!"

"But if I am thrown into prison?"

"I shall still love you. Prison is nothing. Love has broken the bolts
from many a prison door before this, aye, and will again."

"But what is the use of loving me?"

"To serve you."

"But if you cannot serve me?"

"Then I shall still have the joy of loving you. This let me say: what
will happen I know not, but you must not be afraid. I shall be always
thinking about you--always."

"But the king may keep me in prison for years."

"He will not; but if he does, what then? He cannot live for ever.
Suppose we never meet again until we are old, I shall still love you."

Again there was a long silence between us, so long that I thought she
had forgotten all I had said, so long that my mind had begun to wander.
I had begun to paint pictures of the future years when we, both grown
old, had met again, and I had renewed my vows to her.

"But if I were to love another, and wed him, what then?" She said this
suddenly, as though the thought had just occurred to her.

"I don't know," I said, and my heart grew cold as I spoke. "Of course
you can never love me, but I shall pray God that you may never love
another."

"Love is not for me," she said presently; and I knew she was thinking of
what might happen to her.

"If I were only worthy it would be," I said. "I have learnt many things
since that night before the trial in the Chapel of Herne. I have learnt
that love laughs at the wisdom of the wise. Do you know that the walls
of Bedford Gaol troubled me not one whit nor did the presence of the
gaolers keep me from seeing your face. We are guarded now on the right
hand, and on the left. We can hear the rough laugh of those who watch
over us, can hear the clanking of their spurs, and the noise of horses'
hoofs, but for two hours I have never thought of them. We have our life
in our own hearts--that is why."

After that we spoke not a word to each other throughout that long day,
for our keepers began to guard us more jealously, especially when they
discovered that they could not understand the language we spoke. My
heart hungered for further speech with her, nevertheless I was happy, I
had told her of my love and she was not angry; nay more, my promise to
help her seemed to give her confidence.

I have thought since that never did a man tell a maid of his love under
stranger circumstances. We were guarded on the right hand and the left,
and we were being taken to judgement for having defied the laws of the
land, yet had I chosen this time to declare the passion of my heart. A
few hours hence prison doors might clank upon us again, while perchance
the anger of those in high places might be so aroused that it might be
made impossible for us ever to set eyes on each other from that day.
Still I told her of my love, while my heart, in spite of pain, sang for
very gladness. After all I was only a boy, and a boy whose heart is on
fire recks not of circumstances.

I noticed presently that we were not going straight to London town, but
that we took a road to the right. I asked the reason for this; but no
reply was given me. For that matter, the constables on guard seemed as
much in the dark as I, and this set me wondering all the more.

We kept up a brisk pace all the day, travelling as I should judge, with
the exception of the time we stopped at a wayside hostelry for food and
refreshment, eight miles an hour. The road, especially when we left the
highway to London, was none of the best, being, in truth, little more
than track. Still we kept up good speed, and presently, when I saw the
towers of Great Castle I judged the reason why we had turned aside from
the high road.

"That is Windsor," I said to myself. "It is as I thought; we are to be
taken to the presence of the king." I looked towards Mistress Constance
Leslie, and I perceived that she had also seen the castle. Perchance she
also had drawn the same conclusion. But she shewed no sign of fear. The
same steady light burnt in her eyes, while I knew from the steady
compression of her lips that although Charles Stuart might be a hundred
times king he would not be able to bend her will.

Even although I thought much of what might befall us when we were
brought into the king's presence, I could not help comparing the
fortunes of Charles Stuart with those of a few months before. Then he
dared not come near the land, which he in spite of his banishment called
his own, while now he reigned in a royal palace. Then, under the sway of
Oliver Cromwell, he could have found but few to do his bidding, but now
each man vied with the other to be foremost in fawning servility. In
like manner, moreover, had the whole tone of the country changed. The
Puritan garb, and the Puritan manner of speech which had been so common,
were scarcely anywhere present. A rollicking devil-may-care attitude had
taken the place of sober seriousness.

I paid but little heed to the happenings near Windsor town, and Windsor
Castle. My eyes were too constantly fixed on the woman I loved, and my
heart was too full of fear lest some discourtesy might be paid to her.
But I believed then, as I believe now, that command had been given for
her to be treated as became her rank, rather than as one who had
offended the king, for during the whole journey I neither saw nor heard
anything which could give her pain.

We went straight to the Royal Palace, the beauty of which impressed me
greatly as I drew near to it. Nought, I think, could be fairer than the
broad park lands, studded with stately oaks, amongst which deer
frolicked and gambolled. Flowers bloomed everywhere, and the air was
laden with their perfume.

As we rode along I heard gay laughter, and I could have sworn I saw the
king with a company of ladies standing by a broad sketch of water,
throwing food to the birds which swam gracefully around.

A few minutes later we were in the Castle itself. This surprised me
greatly, for I fancied we should be taken to one of the houses near, and
lodged there until it was the king's pleasure to see us; but as I said
we were taken straight to the Castle, although not to one of its main
entrances.

Directly I had entered, however, I lost sight of Mistress Constance.
This distressed me sorely, but I comforted myself with the thought that
as she had been treated with such kindness throughout the journey she
would not now receive aught but civility. I noted that I was received
with some consideration. Food was placed before me, and a comfortable
seat at a table. As may be imagined, I was thankful for this, for I was
both weary and hungry. Half an hour later, however, my weariness had
gone. I had been able to appease my hunger, to brush my clothes and to
souse my head in cool pure water, so that instead of desiring rest I
looked and listened eagerly for aught I might be able to see and hear.

As I said I was not treated as a prisoner, although two men remained
near me. I was, however, allowed to move around and take note of what
might happen.

Many persons came and went. Mostly they were gay young gallants,
although now and then I saw gray heads and sober faces. I saw that many
looked at me curiously, and then whispered to each other.

"I hear that when his Majesty hath supped, he hath willed to have this
young couple before him."

This I heard plainly, and I thought the man who spoke looked towards me
as he spoke.

"Ay," replied the man who was by his side, "his Majesty hath been at
Windsor only two days, and yet he is already weary of the place. After
all, eating and drinking, although it be in a king's palace, palls on
one."

"And yet his Majesty is a good trencherman, and loves his wine."

"As to that, yes. That is true of all the Stuarts until their digestion
is gone. But there is not a play to be seen here. In truth, for that
matter the theatres of London, in spite of all that is being done, be in
a shocking condition. As you know the king loves the drama, and already
several are being written for his special delectation. I warrant you
there will be no Puritanism in them save that it will be laughed at. As
for morality--well the saints know we have had enough of that during Old
Noll's time. Faith, I am fairly longing to see and hear one which I hear
Master Tom Killigrew is preparing. It is to be strong meat I hear."

After this they fell to talking about things with which I will not
sully this history, for although the thing soon became common enough, I
have no wish to write of the infidelity of wives, the faithlessness of
husbands, and the duelling and brawling which followed in their train.
It was revealed to me with great quickness, however, that already
looseness of living had not only become the order of the day, but that
it was talked about as though it was something to be boasted of.

Presently they again came back, as I thought, to the king's will
concerning Mistress Constance and myself.

"I hear the king was mightily disappointed when he heard that the
Puritan's daughter did not try to kill Monk."

"Ay, but she did."

"No, not the one that is brought here. Still it is said he is greatly
interested in the beauteous maid who has tried to save her sister. I
hear that both she and the young springald who sought to set her at
liberty are to be brought before him directly after supper. It will be
better than play-acting, he saith, and will give diversion to the
company."

"Are they to be brought before the king's guests?"

"Ay, so I hear. It should be rare sport."

"But a curious way of administering justice."

"Tush, man. Charles Stuart cares nought for Monk, although he hath made
him the Duke of Albermarle, but he doth love diversion. The maid is fair
too, fair as an angel I have been told. Old Leslie hath hidden her from
sight all her life, and this will only make her of more interest to
Charles."

After this they went away, while I tried to understand what it all
meant. Nought happened for wellnigh two hours, however, and then two
lackeys in gaily coloured livery came to me, and bid me follow them.




CHAPTER XXIV

CHARLES II AS A JUDGE


Whether special arrangements had been made for our coming I know not,
but as I judged the whole party of ladies and gallants who had gathered
around were seated as if in expectation of being entertained. Moreover,
many curious eyes were upon me as I entered, as though my coming were of
some importance. The king, however, scarce took any notice of me. He
gave me one keen searching glance, and then turned to a gaily dressed
and handsome woman, and spoke to her I thought as if he were partly in
grim earnest and partly jesting.

Evidently the party had supped in another chamber, although wine was
brought in and partaken of freely both by the ladies as well as by the
gaily-dressed gallants. I thought nothing of this, for even while I was
in London I had heard that the king had broken down many of the rules of
courtly etiquette.

I noticed that the apartment was of large proportions, and of great
beauty, but which of the state rooms it was I did not know, neither for
that matter do I know to this day, for this was the only occasion I have
ever seen it.

I glanced from one face to another in the hope of seeing Mistress
Constance, but nowhere was she visible. This disappointed me much, for
although I had parted from her but for a few hours, my heart fairly
ached to behold her again.

"Will you stand here?"

I stepped to the place I had been bidden, and as I did so anger filled
my heart, for I saw that I was made the gaping stock of all the crowd of
giddy revellers who were there. I felt the blood rush to my face, but
nought came to me to say. What in truth could I say? The king's black
beady eyes were turned furtively upon me, while sitting in the shadow I
saw the face and form of the Duke of York, the king's brother.

There could be no doubt about it. The king had brought a royal party and
their friends to Windsor, and I was brought there to give my lords and
their ladies some entertainment.

For a few moments all eyes were turned upon me. Some quizzical and
curious, some wondering, some laughing at my evident anger, others as if
watching for what might come next.

No word was spoken to me, although I could hear them talking about me.

"Rashcliffe, you say. A good name anyway. Oh, his father fought for the
Royalists in the time of the king's father, did he?"

"If he were fittingly attired he would be the bravest looking man in the
room."

"He's in a temper! look! Ay, but I like him the better for that. He hath
spirit. What led him to help the girl out of prison?"

"Is she to be brought here at the same time? It would be better sport
so."

"He looks ready to fight any man here."

"What do you think the king will do with him?"

And so on. They knew I could hear much of what they said, and yet they
discussed me as though I were the king's spaniel which I saw sat upon
his Majesty's knee.

After a few minutes there was another hush, and looking towards the door
I saw Mistress Constance enter. The light of the candles did not make
the great apartment very bright; but I saw that she had been in the
hands of a tiring woman, who had dressed her with great care. She was
attired more plainly than they, although I doubt if any were dressed
with more beauty. Her hair, moreover, was carefully arranged after the
fashion of the times, and I saw it gleam in the candlelight.

Every eye in the room was upon her, and no wonder. Fair as were many of
the court dames who had gathered there, not one of them could compare
with Mistress Constance. Her face was flushed, half I thought with
anger, for she as well as I must have realized that she was brought
there to give the king pleasure as well as to be judged for what she had
done. In truth the whole matter seemed to me at that moment as mere
play-acting. This was no judgement hall at all. It was a gathering of
the king's friends, and the king thought to entertain himself and them
by what should take place.

Nevertheless, I saw that she was in no mood to be trifled with. Her eyes
shone with a steady light, and I knew by her compressed lips that she
meant to bear whatever ordeal through which she had to pass, without
fear. Her movements, moreover, showed no excitement. She walked steadily
into the compartment, carrying herself as though she were a queen. The
women there saw this as well as I, and if they envied her it was no
wonder, for a more beauteous face, or a nobler formed maiden surely
never stood before a king.

I turned and took one look at Charles, and I noted that his eyes were
opened wider than was their wont, and there was a look in them for which
I would gladly have killed him. His pale, fleshy face was eager, too, as
though he were vastly enjoying himself. For a moment he seemed to forget
the dog he had been fondling, as well as the handsome woman to whom he
had been speaking.

"Lucy Walters must have been fair indeed if she were fairer than she."

Who said this I do not know, but it raised my anger almost to madness to
think that the woman I loved should be mentioned in the same breath with
the mother of the lad who might one day be king of England. In the eyes
of some of the women was jealousy, and I saw them draw up their
shoulders disdainfully, yet they never took their eyes from Mistress
Constance's face. As for some of the young gallants, they looked as if
they would devour her beauty by a glance.

For a moment the king seemed at a loss what to say. I thought I saw him
open his mouth to speak more than once, and then close it again, as
though he had chosen the wrong words. Presently, however, he turned to
some one, and said--

"Bring a chair for the fair maid to sit on. She hath travelled far
to-day, and although she gives no sign of it, must be weary."

A chair was placed close by where I stood, and Mistress Constance came
and sat down as though she were the king's guest, rather than as a
prisoner waiting to be judged.

"We have heard strange things concerning you," said the king as she sat,
and I saw that his black, beady eyes were still upon her, while his lips
parted with a smile. "You see, however, that we are not very angry, and
thus you are bidden to be seated in the king's presence."

Mistress Constance did not speak at this, although each one there was
silent, waiting, I doubt not, to hear what she might say.

"In truth, so little are we angry," he went on, "especially after
hearing of your brave deeds, that we would have you come and kiss our
hand, rather than think of yourself as a prisoner."

I think my heart almost stopped beating at this, for king though he was,
his profligacy was freely spoken of, even by those who cared most for
him, and it was torture beyond words to think of the woman I loved
kneeling before him and kissing the hand which he would have extended.

"I dare not so honour myself," said the maid quietly, and her voice
seemed to me as music. "For while I greatly rejoice in Your Majesty's
kindness, yet do I remember that I was taken from prison to be brought
here, in which prison I have been immured for days."

"This is strange," said the king with a smile, "for truly I do feel like
granting you forgiveness for aught you have done, even before I hear
what you may say in your own defence. Had I been a justice at Bedford
the trial would have been short, and I doubt not but you would have been
as free as the nightingale which sings among the trees yonder."

Even as he spoke we could hear the song of the nightingale, for the
windows were open, and the night was still. Moreover, so great was the
silence in the room, save for the voice of the king, that one could have
heard a pin drop.

But Mistress Constance did not speak in answer to this, and in truth
there seemed nought for her to say.

I thought I saw Charles Stuart's face harden at her silence, and I
fancied that he might be thinking of her father, as indeed I believe he
was by the question which he next asked.

"Your name is Mistress Constance Leslie, daughter of one John Leslie,
who is by right of descent a baronet, although he useth not his title?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"I hear that you have a sister?"

"Yes, sire."

"And she is wedded, I hear, to one Sir Charles Denman?"

She bowed as if in assent to this.

"Is she your elder sister, or is she younger than you?"

"She is older than I, sire."

"Ah, I should have judged so. And right glad am I that you are not
wedded to this plotting, sour-faced Puritan. That would have been indeed
a sore pity. A clown with a travelling show might as well be wedded to a
princess. Is your sister as fair as you?"

"Fairer," replied Constance.

"Nay, nay, that is impossible," and the king smiled upon her, and as he
smiled I hated him, for it was the smile of a bad man.

"You see," he went on, "that we are not treating you like one who hath
been guilty of great naughtiness, rather, we have brought you to our own
house, amongst our own friends. Nevertheless, it is known that the king
must do justice to all, and we promised his Grace of Albermarle that
this matter should be looked into. You say then that it was not you, but
your sister, the wife of the man Denman, who made this murderous attack
upon him."

"I have never said so, sire."

"What!"

I noticed the change in the king's tone, and saw that his beady eyes
became hard.

"I have never said so, sire."

"Then do you plead guilty to the charge?"

"Else why should I have flown from General Monk's anger?"

For a moment Charles was silent, as though he knew not what to say, but
presently he burst out laughing.

"Why, here my lords and ladies is a strange thing," he said; "and in
truth it is worth coming to England to see. The sight of one who seeks
to bear the shame of another is surely rare. Come closer, fair
Constance, and let me have a closer look at thee!"

Again I wondered what she would do, for if I saw evil in the king's
eyes, so also I believe did she.

"I may not come closer to Your Majesty," she said.

"And why prithee?"

"I am afraid to dazzle my eyes too much."

The king did not notice the scorn in her voice, else he had been angry.
Instead he laughed gaily.

"We must do something to help you, fair Constance," he said, "for you
please us much, and I would fain have you near me often. Nevertheless,
justice is justice, and I must e'en keep my word and probe this thing to
the bottom. Now whether it was you or another who sought to lay
murderous hands upon the Duke of Albermarle can easily be proved. What
say you, Your Grace? You say you saw the woman; can you assert that it
was those pretty hands which held the bloody knife?"

I turned and saw the Duke of Albermarle. He had been standing in the
shadow, so that I had not recognized him, but now he stood out clearly,
and I noted that his dark searching eyes travelled slowly up and down
Constance's form.

"No, Your Majesty, it was not she. At first I thought it was, for truly
the other is like her; but there is much difference, and the longer I
look the more difference do I see. The murderous woman was not so tall
as this fair maid by at least three inches, neither are the features
altogether alike, although there is a resemblance."

"You could take your oath on this, Albermarle?" said the king.

"Certainly, Your Majesty."

"Ah then, we have made the first step in our voyage of discovery. So you
see, fair Mistress Constance, although you would condemn yourself you
cannot get another to condemn you. And truly this is a strange thing,
for hitherto I have found it true, especially of women, that they be
always ready to excuse themselves, while others be always ready to blame
them. Master Killigrew, here is a subject for a poem, and see that it is
fittingly done."

At this moment I looked again at Constance's face, and for the first
time I beheld fear. I saw her lips trembling, while in her eyes there
was a look of terror, as though she would fain have escaped.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, then you pronounce me innocent?"

"Ay, innocent of that fair Constance. Not that I have doubted it from
the first moment I saw you. Yet have I to ask these questions that no
man might doubt."

"Then I may even go my ways and rid Your Majesty of my presence?" she
said eagerly.

"Nay, nay, not so soon, fair maid," said Charles. "It is not so oft that
one heareth speech so pleasant. Besides the matter is not dealt with
yet. Tell me, I pray thee, how thou didst accomplish this, and how thou
didst so long evade thy pursuers?"

For a moment Constance hesitated, while the king watched her, a smile
half of irony, and half of merriment being upon his lips.

"Is it your will that I shall tell you this, Your Majesty?" she asked.

"Ay, that it is. I would not that my lords and ladies should miss such a
story. Its matter must be, I am sure, strange to them."

"There is little to tell, Your Majesty; besides it was very easy."

"You mean that your pursuers were such fools?" said the king with a
laugh. "Ay, I can well believe it. But to your story. And mark you I
have become so accustomed to listen to lies that I can detect one from
afar."

I saw anger gleam from Constance's eyes as he said this.

"Even although I tried to save my sister, I have never lied concerning
it," she cried.

"Nay?" said the king smiling. "Truly your conversation becomes more and
more interesting. Truth is so rare. Pray listen carefully my lords and
ladies."

"When my sister came to my father's house, having done this thing, I
e'en clothed myself in her attire, and then having shewed myself to her
pursuers I escaped."

"And they followed you?"

"Ay, they followed me."

"Ah; but this is a rare jest!" said the king laughing. "Truly the most
of mankind is made up not only of knaves, but of fools. But how did you
escape them?"

"Oh, it was night and I knew ways which they did not."

Again the king laughed, and then continued, "And now, Mistress
Constance, there is but one other thing I would ask, and if thou
answerest truly, although thou art the daughter of a man whom I find it
hard to forgive, thou shalt be free as air. Dost thou know where this
sister of thine is now?"

I knew this was the question which Constance dreaded, but she answered
bravely.

"I do Your Majesty."

"Then tell me."

She was silent.

"Come, speak plainly."

"Nay, Your Majesty, I cannot tell you that."

"But I command."

Still Constance was silent, and I thought the king would have given way
to his anger.

Presently he burst into a laugh, but the laugh had but little mirth in
it. He made me think of a dog who showed his teeth even while he wagged
his tail.

"Ah, then we must e'en find out ourselves," he said, and there was a
snarl in his voice, although the mocking smile had not left his lips.

"Young Master Rashcliffe may be able to give us some information," he
continued, and he turned suddenly to me. "Here methinks is also a
strange freak of nature, for verily on the day we landed at Dover, we
asked Master Rashcliffe if he desired aught as a favour from the king,
but he answered no. Our brother of York, however, cannot say the same
for his father. Come, Master Rashcliffe, can you tell us where Mistress
Constance's sister is? Dorcas, I believe, is the name given to her."

"I know not, Your Majesty," I replied.

"Come, that is a brave answer, and perchance a true one. Yet it may
cover up a big lie. Have you any suspicion where she is?"

At this I was silent, for I believed I knew where the woman was in
hiding. I remembered what the farmer had told me at the inn near
Pycroft. I recalled the words which the woman who was with old Solomon
had said--"We have need to go to Bedford." I had also believed that the
reason Constance had given herself up to the constables who came to
search the house at Goodlands was that she was afraid they might find
her sister. Nevertheless I was not silent long, for I knew this would
arouse suspicion.

"I have no knowledge whatever where she is, Your Majesty."

"I did not ask for your knowledge but your suspicion," said the king
angrily. "Tell me, do you believe, do you think, have you a fancy that
you know where she is hiding?"

I was silent, for what in truth could I say?

The king laughed quietly. "It seems there are two who would defy
justice," he said. "Well, well, we shall see! But let us return a little
way. For what purpose did you seek to set this maid at liberty when she
was first put into Bedford Gaol?"

"Because I believed she was imprisoned unjustly," I answered boldly.

"Ah, I see. You thought yourself wiser than others. Had she told you
that she was innocent of the charge laid against her?"

"No, Your Majesty."

"Nor given you hint of it?"

"No, Your Majesty."

"Did she tell you of what she was accused?"

"No, Your Majesty."

"Ah, ah. The mystery deepens; but depend upon it we shall unravel it.
You were in Dover on the day of our landing, and yet the next night you
were in Bedford. You went there to set her at liberty. How did you hear
of her imprisonment?"

"I heard it spoken of at Dover."

"And then like a brave knight you rode away to set her free. Ah, well, I
like you none the worse for that. You have brains, and you have
decision. But this means that you had met her before. Where?"

"Near Dover, sire."

"What did she there?"

"She never told me, sire."

"Reports have reached me that you have been seen near an old house
called Pycroft, which is not a long ride from Dover. Did you see her
there?"

"Yes, sire."

"Ah! that is better. Why did you go there?"

"I do not think Your Majesty would be pleased if I told you."

"That is possible, ay likely. Such as you often do that which might not
please me. But tell me."

"If I tell you I would rather speak to your private ear," I said.

"Ay, and fancy you could get off a cock-and-bull story upon me. Nay,
nay, methinks we are getting to the bottom of this thing. Now then, what
led you to go to Pycroft?"

"I had heard that there was something of great import there."

"Ah, that is fine. But why should it displease me?"

"Because it had to do with Your Majesty."

"With me. With me. From whom did you hear of it in the first place?"

"From a woman named Katharine Harcomb," I replied boldly.

Charles Stuart started as though a wasp had stung him, and then he
shrugged his shoulders scornfully.

"I am weary of this," he said, "for the thing hath ceased to be sport.
Let this boy and girl be securely guarded until I have time to look into
the matter carefully." And then he turned negligently to the woman with
whom he had been speaking, while the others in the company exchanged
meaning glances.

It was near midnight that same night when I was brought before the king
again.




CHAPTER XXV

THE JUDGMENT OF THE KING


It came about in this wise. I had been taken away by myself into an
empty chamber, which was carefully guarded. Not that I was treated
rudely. Rather marked respect was paid to me, and I lacked nothing which
any man might desire. Nevertheless I had thought much of the scene
through which I had been passing, and what it all portended. I could not
help realizing that the king had dismissed us very abruptly, and that
sore displeasure had rested upon his face as I had spoken. As for
Constance, her condition troubled me more than my own. I had noted the
look in the king's eyes as he had watched her, and remembering what men
said concerning him, I feared much. I determined however that no harm
should happen to her, whatever might befall, for did I not love her with
all my heart, and had I not told her of my love? Moreover I had promised
that I would protect her, and as I thought of this, even prison walls
became as nought to me. It was while I was scheming how I should fulfil
my promise to her that a lackey entered the room and bade me follow him.

This I did like a man in a dream, for a great silence had fallen upon
the king's palace, and everything appeared grim and ghostly. He led me
through long corridors, and tortuous ways, so that without a guide I
doubt if I could ever have found my way back to the room from which I
had come. Presently, however, I heard the sound of distant laughter, and
the noise of songsters, then as some intervening wall kept these sounds
from reaching me, I passed by an open window, and heard the
nightingales singing amongst the trees close by.

The lackey spoke no word, neither good nor bad, to me. I thought he
looked sleepy, and would gladly have gone to his rest. Perhaps this was
true, for it was rumoured that the king kept strange hours, and expected
peculiar service at the hands of his servingmen.

Presently I stood in a little ante-chamber, where I was bidden to wait
until it was the king's pleasure to see me, and here I waited I should
think a full hour. The first part of the time was weary enough, but the
second part passed like a flash of light, and this was because, even
although I had tried not to listen, I had to hear that which interested
me past words.

Evidently I was close to the apartment where the king was, for every
word he spoke reached me with great plainness; but it was not his voice
which thrilled my heart, it was anothers, as I shall soon have to tell.

"I pray thy pardon, pretty maid," I heard Charles say. "I know thou hast
had a long day's ride, and must be aweary, but I felt I could not sleep
until I had speech with thee again."

"I have nothing to say to Your Majesty," replied the voice of Constance.

"But I have much to say to thee, fair Constance. It is not oft that even
a king beholds one so fair, or hears one whose speech is so pleasing.
Besides, it will be to thine interest to listen to me, and to regard my
proposals favourably."

The king's voice was, as I thought, thick with much wine, and I fancied
I could see the evil leer in his black beady eyes as he spoke.

"I have brought thee here to-night," he went on, "so that I may tell
thee of many things. And first, I desire that thou shouldst tell me what
thou didst refuse but a few hours since. Where is this Puritan sister of
thine?"

"And if I told Your Majesty?"

"Ah, pretty Constance, if it had been thee--well I fear thou wouldst
have too lenient a judge. But thy sister is the wife of Denman, a man
whose immediate arrest I have commanded. A bitter, sour-faced, lying
Puritan, a man who took a leading part in the murder of my father. And
this sister of thine, well she tried to kill the man who sought to bring
me back to my kingdom. That is not easy to forgive. Had it been thy
little hand which would have done this, I should e'en have laughed at
Monk's dour face, and forgiven. And yet I must not forget. Thou hast
shielded thy sister; thou hast kept her from punishment, and
therefore--well, unless--but let me think----"

"I have decided to forgive thee on two conditions," he went on
presently.

"And they, Your Majesty?"

"The first is that thou wilt tell me where this sister of thine is. The
second will, I trust, be pleasing to thee, for surely the king's smile,
and the king's companionship should----"

"Pardon me, Your Majesty," cried Constance, "but there is no need to
speak of the second condition since I will never accept the first."

"You will not tell me where your sister is?"

"No, Your Majesty."

The king laughed. "I must e'en find out without your telling," he said.

"You never can;" and there was defiance in her voice.

"Ah!"

I noted the anger in his voice, and I forgot that I was listening to
conversation which the king never intended should reach my ears, so
eager was I to know what would follow.

"It is said that I am of an easy temper," he went on presently, "and it
is hard to be angry in the presence of one so fair. Yet must the king be
obeyed. So be sure of this, pretty Constance. I will e'en find the
whereabouts of your sister. As for your father, he is already under
arrest, and it will depend on you as to whether he goes to the gallows
with the rest of my father's murderers, or whether he hold his head high
in the state."

"On me, Your Majesty?"

"Ay, on you, pretty Constance." And then he said words which I will not
write down, so base were they.

"Of this be assured," he went on, and it was easy to see that wine had
unloosed his tongue, and driven away his judgement. "I will give no
quarter to these canting Puritans. Neither for that matter will I bestow
any favour upon these Presbyterians. I will have only such religion in
my realm as I please. Not that I am much wedded to religion at all,
especially that of the stern and strict nature. But this I know, it is
to the Episcopals that I owe my crown, and it was they who fought for my
father during the rebellion. Depend upon it, therefore, I will make
short shrift of these hot-gospellers, and I will see to it that only
those who are loyal to the crown shall be tolerated."

"Then Your Majesty's promises will go for nothing!" And there was a
sting of scorn in Constance's tones, as well as in her words.

The king laughed. "A man makes reservations even in his promises," he
said, "and think not that I am going to allow my father's murderers to
go around stirring up dissension, or hot-gospellers to preach rebellion.
Nay, you will soon see. The Puritans had no mercy, and _Grand Dieu_
neither will I!"

At this there was silence.

"So, fair Constance, I beseech you for your own sake to--to be obedient
to my wishes, and----"

"Will Your Majesty be pleased to forgive me," cried Constance. "It ill
becomes me to boast, but I am not afraid of death, and so I beseech Your
Majesty to mete out my punishment without delay."

"You mean that----"

"It would be better for me to die than that my father's child should
turn traitor or coward."

At this I could not help giving expression to my gladness; indeed so
loud was the sound that escaped my lips that the king heard me.

"Who is there?" he cried angrily.

A minute later I was brought into the room where the king was. I saw
that his usually pale face had become of a purplish hue, while his slits
of eyes shot an angry light.

"How now sirrah!" he cried, as I stood before him, "hast thou heard
aught of the conversation between me and this maid?"

"I heard it all, sire."

For a moment he did not speak, gazing first at Constance and then at
me. I also cast a hasty glance at the woman I loved, and in spite of my
helplessness my heart rejoiced. Her face was pale, but she showed no
fear, rather there was a look of confidence in her eyes, and an
expression of unalterable determination.

Whether Charles II. realized this I know not, but I saw he was in no
humour to be played with. Perchance this was the first time his will had
been opposed since he had come back to England, for since that day I had
first seen him at Dover he had received little but fulsome adulation.

"Thou hast heard all!"

"All, sire," I replied steadily, for now I felt no scrap of fear. For
let who will say otherwise, Charles II., although King of England, was
not a man to inspire reverence or awe. He looked cunning rather than
thoughtful, sensuous rather than noble; one who, if he was kind, was
kind because it was less troublesome than to be cruel. He did not
impress me with his kingly presence, rather I thought of him even then
as a weak despot.

He seemed to hesitate a moment as if to recall the conversation which
had taken place between himself and Constance, and then as if he
realized that nought of great importance was said, his brow cleared and
a look of resolution came into his eyes.

"Thou knowest then that this maid, Mistress Constance Leslie, hath again
refused to obey her king?"

"Yes, sire."

"But, mark you, I will know the truth. Look you, young sir, I judged
that you know where her sister is. Speak the truth. I can detect a lie a
mile away."

"I will tell you no lies, sire!"

"Then I repeat the question, 'Do you know where this maid's sister is?'"

"No, sire."

"But you can make a shrewd guess? Come, yes or no. You believe you know
where she is?"

"Yes," I made answer.

"Ah, that is good. And now we will see, Mistress Constance, who is
master. Now we will see whether the king will not have his way." And
then again he said that which I will not write down.

Surely, I have told myself since, he must have been brutalized by too
much wine, or he would never have spoken as he did, for his speech was
that of a villain in a fourth rate stage play, rather than of one in
whose veins ran royal blood.

"I cannot get at you through your father," he said to her, "but I can
and will through your sister. You care nothing for the old
hot-gospeller; well, I can forgive you for that. But this sister of
yours, well, you have suffered much for her already, and would suffer
more. Ah, yes, pretty Constance, I see through you. To avert suspicion
from her you have e'en gone abroad as the wife of this Denman; you have
fetched and carried for him like a dog. Well, now, to save her, you
shall e'en do as much and more for your king. For if you will not, I
will make this sister of thine--but I will not speak of that now. You
will be wise, and do my will. Now then, Master Roland Rashcliffe, you
say you can shrewdly guess where this other daughter of John Leslie is.
Tell me, I command you."

The king was gazing eagerly at me as he spoke, but instead of returning
his look I turned for a moment towards Constance, and I saw that her
eyes were imploring me not to speak. But there was no confidence in them
now; rather there was a great fear. She could depend on her own
fortitude, but not on mine.

"I trust Your Majesty will not insist on this," I said.

"And why, Master Malapert?"

"Because I cannot obey your command."

He took a step towards me as if in anger, but he stopped suddenly, and
then I saw a change come over his face. The old cunning leer came back
to his eyes again, the wine-inflamed, passionate man had gone, and
instead I saw the cynical mocking man I had seen land at Dover.

He sat down on a low chair, and began to fondle his lap-dog, glancing at
us both curiously as he did so.

"I am indeed fortunate," he said. "Mostly my servants say they will obey
me, and then seek to have their own will, while you say you will not
obey me and will have to do so in spite of all. Moreover, this youth
said he had no favour to ask at my hands. Well, and what game are you
playing, young master?"

"I am trying to be an honest man," I replied.

"Prithee come a little closer, for surely thou art a rare sight," he
said. "For twelve years I have been trying to find an honest man and a
virtuous woman, and up to now I have discovered neither."

"And yet your mother is alive, sire," I said.

Again his eyes flashed fire, and I thought he was going to call his
servants, and order that I should be thrown in some dungeon. But again
he mastered himself.

"I have not made up my mind whether I shall give you the cap and bells,
or send you to the most stinking dungeon in Fleet Prison, Master
Rashcliffe," he said quietly. "But of that anon; at present I am vastly
enjoying myself. There is some reason in your mind which makes you think
you can answer your king as you have answered him. You fancy you have
some secret power over him. Come now, speak!"

"That need not be Your Majesty. I was ever taught that a man's duty was
to protect a woman."

Again he eyed me keenly, and presently he laughed quietly.

"Ah, I see," he said; "now I understand. You have cast eyes on this
pretty Constance, and seek to gain her favour by this means. I thought I
should discover your motive. What! she hath looked coldly on you, eh,
and now you seek to win her favour. Ay, and what more likely to do this
than to stand by her in her difficulty! Is a man likely to do aught but
for self? Tell me, do you expect to win the fair Constance's love?"

"Nay; I do not expect that," I replied.

"Ah, I see; but you hope, eh--you hope?" and again he laughed.

"Well, and why not, Master Rashcliffe? The king is still king in spite
of these accursed Puritans; and I tell you this, Charles II. will not be
ungrateful to loyal servants. General Monk is now Duke of Albermarle, is
he not?"

I was silent, for why should I speak?

"Now then, suppose I promise to look favourably on this match, will you
tell me where you believe this maid's sister is? Mark you, it will make
no difference whether you tell me or no, for I mean to find her, if
every house in England hath to be searched from cellar to cock-loft.
Now, will you tell me?"

"No, sire."

"Ah, then there is some other thought at the back of your brain. But
mind, you are both making a whip for your own backs. It is not often I
am so patient as to-night, so tempt me not too far."

At this neither of us spoke, while Charles Stuart began to play with the
ribbon around his dog's neck.

"What have you to say?"

"Nothing, sire."

"Yes, there is something. Three hours ago thou didst mention the name of
Katharine Harcomb. What did she tell thee?"

"Of that which I have since seen, Your Majesty," I said boldly.

"Ah--and what is that?"

"That which if made known would alter the history of the nation, sire."

"Where is it?" he cried, as if forgetting himself.

"I do not know," I replied like a fool, for the moment I had spoken the
words, I realized that I had thrown down the only weapon by which I
could defend myself.

The king laughed again quietly.

"You are only fit for the cap and bells after all," he said quietly;
"just the cap and bells. Still, a fool may be dangerous if you put a
pistol in his hands, so the best way is to keep him out of harm."

"But others know where it is!" I cried, for his words made me angry.

"Who?" he cried.

I was silent.

"Tell me," he commanded, but I could not speak. For who was the old man
of Pycroft? Where was he now? At that moment all I had seen seemed but a
Jack-o'-Bedlam story, at which a cunning man like the king would laugh.

He seemed to hesitate what to do, but presently he rose and pulled a
bell-rope, and before it ceased ringing the woman who had earlier in the
evening accompanied Constance entered the room, while I saw two male
lackeys at the door.

The king gave some commands in a low voice, whereupon she prepared to
lead Constance away. My heart fell at this, for while I was brave and
confident in her presence, my courage ebbed away at the thought of her
leaving me. And yet it was not for myself that I feared, but for her. A
great dread came into my heart concerning the indignities which I
believed the king would place upon her, for I had heard his words, I had
seen the look in his black beady eyes. But I could do nothing. I had to
stand still while she left the room, and yet on her leaving I felt my
heart grow warm with joy. And no wonder, for as she walked away, she
turned around, and her eyes met mine, and then, although she never spoke
a word of love to me, I knew that I did not love her in vain.

Let the king do his worst now, I did not fear, for I had a strength and
a joy of which he knew nothing.

No sooner had the door closed than the king's mood changed again.

"Now then we will speak plainly, Master Malapert," he said. "You know
where this maid's sister is?"

At this I was silent, for surely there was no need of speech.

"Well, it doth not matter whether you speak or no, that is as far as it
concerneth me. As for you, it mattereth much. But there is the other
matter; tell me what you know concerning that?"

Whether I was wise or no I will not try to say, but I told him what I
had seen.

"You say you saw this contract?"

"Yes, sire, I saw it."

"Signed by me?"

"The name of Charles Stuart was affixed to it."

He took a pen from a table and scribbled hastily on a piece of paper.

"Like that?" he asked.

"A facsimile of that, sire," I replied.

For a time he was silent, and he took several turns up and down the
room, as though he were thinking.

"You knew of this when I arrived at Dover?"

"Yes, sire."

"And when you went to the place again?"

"It was gone as I have told you, sire."

"You believe the old man hath it?"

"Yes, sire."

"And you have a suspicion where he is now?"

At this I was silent, for what could I say. I believed that he was at
Goodlands, the house of John Leslie, and that his discovery would mean
the discovery of Constance's sister, the sister whom she was ready to
shield with her own life. Therefore, in spite of all the king's
commands, I held my peace, never by so much as a word or a suggestion
making known my thoughts.

Again the king grew angry, and he threatened not the wife of Sir Charles
Denman, but Constance with a doom at which any honest woman must
shudder, but even then I could not speak, for if ever a woman's eyes had
commanded a man to be silent Constance's had commanded me. Besides, I
had no faith in the man before me. The promises he made to-day would be
broken at the very moment it pleased his fancy.

And yet I believed that the king was not altogether displeased with me,
for even as he gave his commands concerning me he said--

"An honest man is a good thing, Master Rashcliffe, but when he is a fool
he must be e'en treated as a danger."

Before the sun which was now rising went down, I was in a foul dungeon
in Fleet Prison.




CHAPTER XXVI

FLEET PRISON


I was kept in Fleet Prison for wellnigh two years, and during the first
year of that time I scarce ever spoke to a fellow-prisoner. Moreover,
none of my gaolers ever had speech with me. So silent were they when
they brought me my meals that I judged they had been commanded to be
silent. It was easy to divine a meaning in this, for if the king had
bidden that no man should speak to me he would be obeyed. And I believed
that he had done this, else why was I treated differently from all
others who were immured within those grim walls? Moreover there was a
reason why he should give the command. He did not desire that his
marriage with Lucy Walters should be known; he did not wish that the boy
James Croft should be spoken of as the future King of England.

Of my sufferings during that year I will say but little. It is but
little to a man's credit that he should make known his tale of woe,
rather should he endeavour to make the best of his lot, and think of
what comforts he had. And yet if I would tell my story truly I must e'en
remark on the dark days I spent there, for they were dark days. For a
time I almost wished that I had no hope that Constance loved me, for it
seemed to make my burden harder to bear. But it was only for a time. I
could not help being glad because of the lovelight I had seen in her
eyes, even though the thought of it brought me pain; For bring me pain
it did. How could it be otherwise? I remembered the words of the king,
and I knew that he meant what he said. All nights have I lain awake,
heedless of the vermin that swarmed the cell, thinking of what had
become of her, and how she fared. For not one word did I hear. Whether
she was dead or alive I knew not. Whether she had escaped from the
king's power, or whether he cruelly persecuted her no one could tell
me. And this made my burden hardest to bear. If I knew she was dead I
think I could have borne up better, for I should know that she had died
thinking of me. Ay, I knew that, for no woman could look at a man as she
looked at me without thinking of him always. Even as I lay in the
darkness I remembered that look, and rejoiced. My imprisonment I would
not have minded one whit, if I knew she was safe. I did not even fear
her being a hunted refugee as she was when I had seen her first of all.
Nay, it was the thought of what was in the king's mind that drove me
wellnigh mad, and many a time while I was in prison had I wished that I
had seized his fleshy neck and strangled the life out of him, even
although I suffered the tortures of hell as a consequence.

But I could do nothing. Day succeeded day, and week succeeded week, and
I heard not so much as a breath of a whisper. Besides I could do
nothing, for my prison door was safely locked, and not a vestige of
chance to hear aught of the outside world came to me.

Thus a year passed away. During that time I had grown as weak as a
child. Each morning as I awoke a great nausea mastered me, and my mouth
was full of bitterness, until one day one of my gaolers watched me as I
was retching, and saw how faint and giddy I was afterwards, and then a
change was made in my condition. I was allowed clean clothes, a big tub
was brought to me so that I could bath myself, and a better cell was
given me.

It was just after this that I heard something which set me thinking. Two
gaolers were outside my door, and I heard them talking.

"Young Master Rashcliffe is better, eh?"

"Ay, he is better. I am told he is to have more liberty."

"What, mix with the other prisoners?"

"Ah, why the change? Know you?"

"No, I know not. For my part I am glad. It was fair sad to see him. He
was mad at one time."

"Ay, that he was. Well, the prisoners be treated more harshly now than
in Old Nol's time."

"Ay, and there are far more of them too. Have you heard about the king's
oath?"

"Nay, I have heard of no oath save that he is going to stamp out the
Dissenters."

"Nay, it hath nought to do with that, although the place is full enough
of them. It is about the black box."

"What black box?"

"Have you not heard? One of the big lords, I know not which, said that
an old man had shewed him the marriage certificate between the king and
that pretty Welsh wench, Lucy Walters."

"Ah, no, I had not heard."

"But it is so. Well, the king hath taken an oath that, while the lad of
whom there hath been so much talk is his son, he never wedded Lucy. I
hear the king was wellnigh angered to death when the thing got noised
abroad."

"And what hath become of the old man who shewed the great lord the
thing?"

"I know not; but the strange thing is that he claims to be Lucy Walters'
father."

"And the king says it is a forgery?"

"Ay, that is his oath."

"That will end in the old man being caught and hanged."

"Ay, they will have to hang him, for of a truth every prison in England
is full."

"Perhaps the king will hang the Dissenters instead, and yet I should be
sorry. They cause no trouble in prison, even although there are so many.
The only thing for which I do not like them, is that they look at one so
mournfully if he should happen upon oath, or say something that is not
over pious."

"Ha, ha! Then must they often look mournfully on you. But I do not like
their pious talk. I would rather have to do with prisoners which ought
to be here. As it is, the place is full of these pious people who were
preaching and praying in barns instead of in the parish church, and
singing their own hymns instead of abiding by the Prayer-book, while the
blackguards who used to be clapped into prison in Old Nol's time are
allowed to go free. Then prisoners were real prisoners--drunkards, and
wife-beaters, and thieves, and wizards, and witches; but now we have
hardly any but these pious people, who are guilty of nought worse than
singing hymns and preaching."

"Still law is law, and the king is king. Besides, what would you, if the
king and the bishops will have everybody pray according to the
Prayer-book, what right have these Dissenters to pray in their own way?"

After this they went away, and I heard no more of them. For several days
moreover there was no change in my condition, except that my prison was
clean and my food a little more wholesome. At the end of a week,
however, I found myself at liberty to move freely around among my
fellow-prisoners, and it was then that I understood the meaning of the
conversation I have recorded. For in truth the place seemed full of men
who were sent hither because they had disobeyed certain Acts of
Parliament, the which, as I understood it, meant that if any number of
people worshipped God in any other way than that prescribed by the
Prayer-book, or in any other place than the parish church, their
meetings could at once be pounced upon by the constables, and the
offenders haled before the magistrates, and sentenced to imprisonment. I
was also told that these Acts prohibited any person who had been guilty
of preaching the Gospel, other than those empowered by the laws of the
country, living within five miles of the town where they had preached.
With this news there came to me also the information that about two
thousand clergymen, most of whom were pious Godfearing men, were ejected
from their parishes because they could not obey laws which they believed
were contrary to the laws of God. Moreover, many of these clergymen,
believing they were called of God to preach, had continued to minister
to their flocks, with the result that the prisons of England were full
of them.

In addition to this, the law, having regarded not only Nonconformist
preachers but Nonconformist worshippers as equally guilty, meetings were
broken up, and the guilty people were clapped into gaol without more
ado.

I had never taken any considerable interest in such matters, yet now
that I saw these people in gaol, and heard their stories, I realized
that what the squire and vicar of the parish where I had seen such a
strange sight in the county of Kent had predicted had come to pass.

One old man interested me greatly, for he spoke kindly to me, and
inquired lovingly after my condition. He had, so he told me, married
late in life, and had a family of a wife and five children. When the Act
of Uniformity was passed he was cast forth from his parish because he
would not be re-ordained, and then having been guilty of preaching the
Gospel to a few of his flock, and praying with them, he was seized by
the magistrates and cast into prison.

"And what hath become of your wife and family?" I asked.

"Ah, that is what grieves me sorely," he replied; "for myself I do not
mind one whit, except that I can no longer proclaim the glad news which
I was called to preach; but to think of my poor delicate wife wandering
helpless and homeless with my dear little ones grieves me beyond words.
I can do nought but pray for them, the which I do continually."

"But why could you not obey the law?" I asked.

"Obey the law! How could I? I had been ministering to my people for many
years, and God had given seals to my ministry by enabling me to lead
many to the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sins of the world. Then
came this law, which said that I had not hitherto been ordained of God,
and must be ordained according to priestly traditions. Now, how could I
do that? If I did, it would be tantamount to confessing that my previous
ordination was not of God. Then, again, I could not subscribe to every
word of the Prayer-book, for it is riddled with popery. The question
which the Apostle asked came to me--'Whether it be right to obey God or
man judge ye,' and I could only answer it in one way."

"And be there many Nonconformists?" I asked.

"You can judge something of that by the number who preferred to obey God
rather than man," he replied. "Two thousand and more have been ejected
from their parishes, while thousands of the people belonging to their
flocks are to-day suffering imprisonment for love of the true Gospel."

"And who do you blame for all this?" I asked. "The king?"

"Ay, I blame the king, but not him only. I blame the king because he
promised us fairly. Had he not so promised he would not have been
invited back. He promised that none of us should be disturbed, and that
every man should worship God according to the dictates of his own
conscience. As you know also the Act of Oblivion was passed, whereby all
those who took part in the death of the late king should be forgiven.
But what hath happened? His Majesty hath hanged many of those who
thought it their duty to put that man to death, and not contented with
this he hath dragged others from their graves and had their bodies
degraded."

"Who among the living hath he hanged?" I asked.

He named some whose names I did not know, and then I heard the name of
Master John Leslie.

"Master John Leslie!" I cried, "hath he been put to death?"

"Hanged at Tyburn," said the old man solemnly. "A good man and a
faithful he was, although I agreed not with all his tenets. He was
somewhat influenced by the Quaker doctrines of the man Fox, and would
not allow himself to be called Sir John Leslie, although he was entitled
to that honour."

"And his daughters," I cried, "know you aught of them?"

"They are both in hiding I am told."

"The wife of Sir Charles Denman hath never been captured then?"

"No, although how she hath escaped is a mystery, for Sir Charles hath
fled out of the country."

"And the other sister?" I asked feverishly, for my heart was all aflame.

"Ah, the other sister. God only knows what hath become of her, for it is
said that she found favour in the eyes of the king," he replied.

At this I could not speak another word, for it seemed to me that nought
was left worth living for. But the old man did not heed my grief,
instead he went on speaking.

"Not that I blame the king for all. The episcopal bishops and the
popishly inclined clergy have allowed him no rest. My brethren have
appealed for justice, but in order to please the clergy, Parliament hath
passed one law after another, each more abominable in the sight of God
than the other. Our greatest enemies everywhere have been those who have
wanted the heresies of the Prayer-book. They have hunted us from place
to place, they have given information to the magistrates, and have not
been contented until the Nonconformists have either sworn allegiance to
the Prayer-book or been thrust into prison. As for the king, he careth
more for his pleasures than aught else."

"But if this is all for the good of religion?" I asked presently,
although my heart went not with my words.

"Religion!" cried the old man. "Religion! where can we find it? Religion
is laughed at on every hand. Those in high places live in open sin, and
there are none to say them nay. The Court is turned into a pigsty.
Obscene plays are in all the theatres, while vice and profligacy are
actually boasted of in the streets of London. Even while we
Nonconformists be imprisoned in stinking cells the very worst sins are
condoned, excused, and in many places even praised, while the clergy
openly proclaim that they would rather have open sin than Nonconformity.
But this cannot be for long."

"Why, do you think the king will relent?"

"Relent! It is well known that he careth little for religion. How can
he, seeing the life he lives? It is said by those who know him best,
that he favours the Papist religion more than any other, and would bring
it back if he could. His mother hath a host of intriguing priests from
Rome with her every day; these priests are treated like great nobles,
and the king allows it--nay, smiles upon it. I have been told that
Charles Stuart doth not believe in our Lord Christ at all, and calls
himself a Deist. Such is the state of religion. People live for carnal
pleasures, while the virtue of maidens is laughed at as an idle tale."

Conversation like this I heard again and again during the next few
months, and I judged from all that came to me from the outside world
that it was true. Meanwhile the prison became more and more crowded with
Nonconformists. Men, women, and even children were packed in this
evil-smelling place, and as far as I could discover their only crime was
that they desired to pray and to preach according to the dictates of
their conscience.

Meanwhile, I learnt no more concerning Constance. I asked many
questions, but no man could give me an answer except that the king
regarded her with favour.

Not once did my father visit me, at the which I wondered greatly, for I
knew that he loved me, and would not willingly allow me to remain here
to die like a rat in a hole as I was like to do. One day, however, after
I had been a long time here, my heart gave a great leap, for I heard his
voice speaking to a gaoler, and shortly after we were alone together.

"I grieve much for you, Roland," he said presently, "and yet it is your
own fault."

"My own fault, father?"

"Ay, your own fault."

"Why, what have I done?" I asked.

"You have opposed the king's will," he replied; "you have used your
information like a fool."

"But perchance you do not know all that hath taken place," I said; "you
do not know what the king would have had me do?"

"Ay, I have heard all. Not that the news hath long come to me, for I
have only but lately arrived from France, where I have been at the
behest of James of York. Had I known earlier I would have been to see
you before, but I never dreamed that you would have been such a fool."

My heart grew cold at these words, for my father spoke, as I thought,
strangely.

"I went away with a light heart," he went on, "for I believed that you
had wit enough to make good use of whatever you should find out. I left
you enough money for all needs, and I believed that when I came back I
should find you in high favour with the king. Instead, I find that you
have espoused the cause of the daughter of a regicide, that you have
refused to obey the king's commands, and that you have acted like a fool
in relation to the discovery which you made."

"What would you have had me do?" I asked.

"Do!" he replied. "Did I not tell you from your earliest childhood that
no man would do aught for you, except that which would help forward his
own plans? And did I not trust you to make a wise use of your
knowledge? That is why I laid down no plan of action for you when we met
at Dover. I said 'the boy hath all his wits, and will be able to act
wisely when the right time comes,' Why, having once obtained the ear of
the king, thou shouldst have gone to him after what thou didst find out,
and thou shouldst have appeared before him as one anxious to serve him.
He would then, in his own interests, have rewarded thee with some fair
demesne and a wealthy dame's hand. Instead, what dost thou do? Thou dost
become the aider and abettor of this daughter of John Leslie, and when
obedience to the king would have found his favour, thou didst like a
fool refuse to do his bidding. Ay, and what happened then? The king,
being desirous of keeping his marriage with Lucy Walters a secret, and
knowing that thou wert a dangerous fool, clapped thee into prison."

"And you, father," I said, "what have you done?"

"I have done what I meant to do," he replied. "If the son is a fool
there is no reason why the father should be. I have so managed the king,
through His Grace of York that I have got my old lands back, so that in
spite of thine own foolishness thou wilt no longer be a landless
Rashcliffe. The king's marriage with Lucy Walters was not the only card
I had to play, so when my time came I played it, and I took the trick
too."

At this I was silent, for somehow I felt my father to be a different
man.

"If ever a man had his chances you had," my father went on. "I had known
for years that Katharine Harcomb had been trying to find out through
Lucy Walters' mother where the old madman Walters was, and I knew that
when she found out she would come and tell me."

"How did you know?" I asked.

"Because I had power over her. Because in her young days she had done
that which, if I had chosen to make known, would have sent her to the
gallows. Because I had made her promise that if ever she found out where
old Solomon, as he called himself, was, she dared do no other than to
tell me. She knew that he had got hold of the marriage contract; the
question was, where the old man was hiding." And then my father told me
a long story which I will not here set down, because it hath no real
bearing on my history.

"You have disappointed me greatly," he went on presently. "You had a
chance such as few men have, and you spoiled it; you have gained the
king's enmity, and you have allowed yourself to be mewed up here in this
stinking hole with a lot of psalm-singing Nonconformists. Besides, you
have done no good by it all. The story hath come out, and the king hath
taken an oath that he did never wed Lucy. Therefore your knowledge doth
avail nothing."

"But I saw the contract," I cried.

"Ay, but the king hath taken his oath," he laughed.

"What, to a lie!" I said.

"The oath of Charles Stuart!" said my father. "What was his father's
oath worth? What is the son's oath worth? But you have spoiled your
chance. What matters whether the thing is a forgery or no? Now that the
thing hath come to light it doth not matter. That is what angers me. The
son in whom I trusted to have clever wits hath acted like a Puritan."

"And am I to remain in gaol?" I asked.

"As to that, no," he replied. "Now that the thing hath come to light
nought matters. Had I come back earlier I had set you at liberty long
ago. As soon as I discovered how matters stood I took steps to gain your
freedom."

"Then I may leave this place?" I cried.

"Ay, be thankful that your father is not a fool. You can e'en return to
your old home to-morrow."

"And know you aught of Mistress Constance Leslie?" I asked.

"Ay, I do," he replied.

"What? Tell me!" I cried.

My father turned and looked around him before speaking, as though he
feared some one was listening.




CHAPTER XXVII

HOW I LEFT FLEET PRISON


"Tell me all you know concerning her," he said. I told him quickly,
feverishly, for I was eager to hear what he knew. I noticed, however,
that he paid but little heed to our meeting near Folkestone, nor to my
account of my journey to Bedford to set her at liberty. But when I
described our meeting with the king he was all attention.

"The blackguard," he said presently, between his teeth.

"Who?" I asked.

"Charles Stuart," he said; "but pay no heed to me. After all, the king
is king."

"But where is Constance now?" I asked. "I have been told that her
father was hanged at Tyburn. Where is she?"

"What is she to you?" asked my father.

"She is everything to me," I replied.

"You fancy you are in love with her?"

I did not reply, for my father spoke, I thought, scornfully.

"I will admit that the maid is a brave maid. It is not often one hears
of such daring, such resolution," he said presently.

"Ay," I replied, my heart all aglow. "She took her sister's guilt upon
her own shoulders. For months she defied all pursuers, and when at last
she stood before the king, she refused to do his bidding, refused to
betray her sister's hiding-place. But what happened to her afterwards?
Tell me, father, for pity's sake."

"You do not know? You have heard of nought that took place after the
night when you behaved like a fool before the king, and were sent
hither?"

"I have heard nothing."

"It was the best joke I have heard of for years," laughed my father.
"Verily I believe it was that which made Charles hang old John Leslie.
He hath let more guilty men go free; besides, Sir John was a harmless
old fool, with nought against him save that he was over-religious."

"But tell me, father; tell me," I pleaded.

"Well," said my father, "no sooner did she leave his Majesty's presence
than it seems that she began to look around for a means of escape. It
seems also that during the time she appeared before the king,
half-a-dozen young gallants lost their hearts over her, and she being a
quick-Pwitted maid singled out the biggest fool of the whole batch. I
suppose that during her midnight audience with the king these young
fools waited around the corridors in the hope of having speech with her.
How she did it I don't know; but she managed to gain audience with the
young fool I have mentioned, and in five minutes he became wax in her
hands. She persuaded him to bring her the gay and full outfit of a young
Court gallant, and offered to run away with him."

"And then?" I cried, for my father stopped in the middle of his recital
to laugh, as though he were telling a good joke.

"Then the next night, while the king was at supper, she managed to
escape with this silly loon. It seems that they went away under the
trees, both of them dressed like gay cavaliers, until they came to a
spot where two horses where waiting for them. Then they both mounted,
the maid I am told having the firmer seat of the two, and galloped away
together. By this time night had come on, and then before this
addlepate, Charles Fitzroy by name, knew where he was, he found himself
alone. The girl had galloped away with his horse, and his fine attire,
leaving him to get out of his scrape as best he could."

Again my father stopped to laugh.

"But how do you know the truth of this?" I cried.

"Oh, it was easy to know," replied my father. "Young Master Fitzroy rode
around through the night, calling vainly for his lady-love until
daylight, and presently happened upon another love-sick swain who had
also been away love-making. Master Fitzroy was so overcome with grief
that he actually told the other all that had happened."

"But was he not punished by the king?"

"As to that," replied my father, "he knew enough not to return to brave
the king's anger. He ran away to Holland, and the king having been much
beholden to Fitzroy's father hath not sent after him. Nevertheless,
Charles was very angry. He was much struck with the maid's beauty;
moreover, from what I can hear, his discomfiture hath been much laughed
at by the wits of the town. Oh, the maid was clever, there can be no
doubt of that, and verily she hath made me believe, almost in spite of
myself, in the virtue of women."

"But you said you know where she is now," I said, for although my heart
rejoiced at what I had heard, I longed much to know how she fared after
these long weary months of my imprisonment.

"Did I say that?" said my father. "Then I said too much; but methinks I
may be able to tell you that which may set you thinking."

"What?" I cried feverishly.

"As you know," went on my father, "the bishops and clergy of the
Episcopal Church have prevailed on the king to pass stringent laws
concerning these prating Puritans. In truth these men of God have so
hedged them around, that a Nonconformist is nearly as badly placed as
were Protestants during the reign of Mary. They are not allowed to
preach, or to pray, except according to the bishops' will. In fact they
are hardly able to live at all, for they be hunted like foxes and rats
from one place to another. It is true they ought to subscribe to the
Prayer-book, and take all the oaths which the king prescribes, but you
see they will not. Thus they are fined and imprisoned by the hundreds."

"I have heard this," I cried; "but what hath it to do with the
whereabouts of Constance?"

"I am coming to that," replied my father; "and the less you interrupt me
the sooner you will know all I have to tell. As a consequence of these
laws, there be hundreds of families without homes or friends, whom God
must indeed pity. They have no shelter but the hedgeside; no food but
what is free to the rabbits and the fowls of the air. Many of them were
parish ministers, and since the Act of Uniformity and the other Acts
their condition hath been piteous. Of course they be fools, for why
cannot they swallow their scruples and be done with it? But they will
not. The clergy refuse to be episcopally ordained, and they will
continue to preach, and hence the trouble. Well, it seems that a Master
Leslie, who was own cousin to Sir John, was one of these Presbyterian or
Independent ministers who refused to be ordained by a bishop, and thus
he was cast into the lanes, with a wife and six children. For a long
time I suppose he had no shelter but the hedges, for the farmers were
afraid even to give them a hiding place in their barns. At length,
however, a farmer was brave enough to give them shelter in an outhouse;
at any rate, he did not inform the vicar or the magistrates about them.
Some say he even brought them food, but concerning that I have no
certain knowledge. About a fortnight ago, however, the magistrates heard
of them, and sent the constables to take them, on what pretext I don't
know. It seems that just as the constables were entering the barn they
saw a woman come out, and one of them swears it was Mistress Constance
Leslie."

"Where was this?" I cried.

"At a parish about three miles from Bedford; I have forgotten the name."

"And how long ago?"

"I have just told you; it was about a fortnight ago."

"And was the constable sure it was she?"

"He can take his oath to it, he saith; he also rushed after her to take
her, but she escaped in the darkness. Some say she tripped the constable
up, and blew out the candle in his lantern. However, it may be all a
mistake, especially as since that time the whole district hath been
searched, and nought hath come of it. Especially hath search been made
at Goodlands, the place which belonged to Sir John Leslie, but not a
sight of her hath there been."

"And what hath become of Goodlands?" I asked, with a fast beating heart.

"Oh, it still appertaineth to the Leslies. It seems that the king is
still determined to capture the pretty Constance, and so he hath done
nought by Sir John's estates except to appropriate the rents. He
believes that sooner or later the daughters will claim their property,
and by this means he will be able to lay hands upon them. I am told that
at present one of Leslie's farmers lives in the house."

I did not speak concerning this, nevertheless my heart beat high with
hope. I had heard Constance say that when she was once in her father's
house at Goodlands she had no fear of searchers. Was it not possible
that she had escaped thither, and was still in hiding? I knew that her
heart would go out in sympathy with the distressed clergyman who had
been driven from his parish, and his vicarage, and that she would seek
to bring him food and comfort. What more likely then than my father's
story was true. But as I have said I was silent, for I knew that he
would not be likely to think of her as I did.

"That is all there is to tell," he said presently, and I saw that his
eyes rested searchingly on me, as though he would read the thoughts in
my mind.

"What are you going to do?" he continued at length.

"I am going to find her," I said.

"And then?"

"I do not know," I replied, for although I was sure I had seen the light
of love in her eyes that night when we stood in the presence of the
king, I was afraid she had forgotten all about me during the long weary
months I had been lying in prison.

"But what would you?" he asked.

"I would wed her," I replied.

"What, wed the daughter of a regicide!" he cried. "Wed a woman with a
price set upon her head! Destroy all your chances in life, and that for
no benefit to you save to satisfy a mad fancy!"

"What would you do if you were in my place, father?" I asked. "If
Constance were my mother and you were my age, what would you do?"

For a moment my father's lips quivered, and then I knew that although he
had become more cynical than of old, his heart was still warm towards
the memory of my mother, and towards me his only son.

"But can you do aught? I tell you it is only through the influence of
the king's brother that I have obtained your liberty. If his Majesty
discovers that you have in aught tried to help this woman he will have
no mercy. Doubtless he is easygoing as far as the State is concerned;
for that matter his best friends see that he is ruining the country over
which he pretends to reign. But he is bitter in his private hatreds. See
how he hath treated those who had aught to do with his father's death.
Not one shred of mercy hath he shewn. All are hanged, or imprisoned,
save those who have escaped across the seas. You, Roland, have thwarted
his will, and he believes that it is because this maid cares for you,
that she fled from Windsor that night. I tell you he will have no mercy,
and even although I have found the weak side of Duke James of York, I
could do nothing for you."

"Still I must find her if I can."

"But you can do no good. If she hath a hiding-place you will only
endanger her by trying to find her."

"No; I will not endanger her," I cried. "Besides, I know not what she
may be suffering; I do not know what difficulty she hath in evading
those who would place her under the king's power."

"You know her hiding-place?" said my father.

"No, I do not know it," I replied; "I can only guess."

"I tell you Goodlands is watched closely, and the whole countryside is
watched. If she is anywhere in the district then----," and my father
shrugged his shoulders, French fashion, as he ceased to speak.

"Then she needs me all the more."

"Oh, you fool, you fool!" said my father, and yet I thought his voice
was kind and caressing.

"Look here," he went on presently. "I have influence with Duke James of
York, who I verily believe will soon be king. Charles will not live to
be an old man. He cannot. No man can live long who spends his days and
nights as he doth. And let me tell you this: Duke James doth not think
unkindly of you, if Charles doth. Even now I can put you into the way of
advancement, for Duke James hath much power. If you give up all thoughts
of this woman I can even yet promise you a career. The duke thought you
a dashing youth with a ready wit and a strong arm. But if you do what
is in your heart to do, I can see nothing for you but the prison or the
gallows."

"Neither," I cried boldly, for what he had said had made me brave and
hopeful.

"What then?"

"I know not. But I will go and help the woman I love. If she will wed
me, no man in England will be so happy as I."

"How will you live?" said my father with a sneer.

"I will escape to New England, even as some of our forefathers did," I
cried. "Some of her forefathers are also there."

"And if you did this what would you do?"

"I am not a fool, even although you say I am," I cried. "I am young, and
at her side I shall be strong. Men no better than I have had a career in
other lands, and I will be in no whit behind them."

My father smiled sadly. "Well, come with me to the old home, and then we
can think of these things together," he said presently.

"If mother were where Constance is, what would you do?" I asked again.

At this my father became silent for a time, then he burst out.

"Have you any of these Puritan beliefs?"

"Which would you rather I became?" I said. "A Puritan, or like unto the
swashbucklers which I am told throng the king's court?"

"But hath this woman converted you?"

"I do not know," I replied; "but I would be worthy of her. Whom would
you have me wed, father, a woman such as she is, or one of the women
whom Charles loves to have around him."

"The women of Charles' Court!" he cried, and he seemed to be speaking to
himself rather than to me. "Great God! I have thought since I returned,
that there doth not remain a pure woman in London. The example of the
king hath corrupted the country. Morality is laughed at, while the
preachers wink at things which five years ago were regarded with holy
horror. And yet no man can find favour in these days unless he licks
Charles' boots and praises his way of living. I did not realize it
while I was in France, but since I have returned I have seen what I
thought might come. England is turned into a pigsty, and those who would
live for faith and purity are treated like vermin!"

"Then what would you have me do father?" I asked.

He was silent for a time, then he said quietly--

"You will be able to walk out of here to-morrow a free man. I have seen
to that. It is not far from here to the _Virgin Queen_, where our old
servant Caleb Bullen lives. Caleb will expect you, and you may find out
when you get there what I would have you do."

He kissed me affectionately as he bade me good-bye; indeed, it seemed to
me as though he were taking a long farewell. But I knew not what was in
his mind, neither did I ask questions, for my father was never a man who
made known his secret thoughts with readiness. And yet the feeling which
had possessed me at first concerning him had passed away. He had grown
more and more like he was during my boyish days as our interview
proceeded. Nay, more; I thought he had sympathized with me as I spoke to
him, even although he was angry that I had not behaved with more worldly
wisdom.

When I left the prison on the following morning I heard the
Nonconformists comforting each other by singing hymns, and by prayers,
so that while I could not understand many of their scruples my heart
went out to them in sympathy. I noticed, too, that my gaolers paid me
much respect as I left, and I judged that my father had somehow made
them think of me as different from those whom they usually guarded.

As I walked up Ludgate Hill towards St. Paul's Cross no one paid heed to
me, and yet as I caught sight of myself in one of the windows as I
passed by, I scarce knew myself, for I had grown a beard several inches
long, while my face was as pale as the face of a dead man.

When I entered the _Virgin Queen_ old Caleb Bullen started back like a
man frightened.

"Great Lord! Is that you, Master Roland?" he cried. "If it had been
night I should e'en have taken you for a ghost."

"If you will give me some breakfast, I will prove to you that I am no
ghost, Caleb," I replied.

"Ay, but that hath been ready this last half-hour, Master Roland," he
replied. "Your father gave orders concerning it last night. In truth, so
particular was he about it, that I cut a new ham, the very best I have,
and six eggs have I had fried for you. But come this way, Master
Roland," and he led me into the room I had occupied long months before.

"My father," I said, to Caleb, "is he here?"

"Not one word will I speak about him till you have had something to
eat," said Caleb. "Faith, Master Roland, but it makes my flesh creep to
see you. No, no, I will speak no word, not one word until you have eaten
half a pound of ham. It was a good pig, Master Roland, twenty score
weight, and fed on good barley."

In truth, although I was anxious to know what my father had said to him,
the smell of the ham was so appetising that I fell to eating without
further parley, while Caleb stood by watching me as though he was
deriving great comfort by doing so.

"It does me good to see you, Master Roland," he said presently. "Why,
you are looking better already. Another rasher now, Master Roland, just
one more rasher."

"Not another particle, Caleb," I said with a laugh, for a hearty meal
had made me feel like a new man. "Now tell me, is my father here?"

"No, Master Roland."

"Where is he? Do you know?"

"No, I do not, but he left this for you," and he brought a bag and
placed it on the table before me.

I heard the jingle of money, and on opening the bag I found a large
number of gold pieces. As I judged, there must have been a hundred
pounds. But it was not of this that I paid so much heed. Besides the
gold pieces I found a letter, and this was what my father had written:

"God bless you, my son--my only son. I do not think you have
disappointed me much, though for a time I was sorely angered. After all,
a youth cannot help loving at some time, and if the woman he loves be
good and true, his love should not be laughed at. In my young days we
said that the more danger there was in the rescue, the more was the
rescue worthy of a brave man. I grieve much that we cannot spend some
days together in the old home, but that I must leave to you. Black Ben
is in the stable of the _Virgin Queen_. I knew you would like to have
him, so I obtained him, although with difficulty. In this bag are a
hundred pounds; you may need them. Rest a day and a night before you
begin to do what is in your heart. You will need all your strength. I
can do nought for you, but your mother would, I know, have you do what
is in your heart. So would I. If you succeed, and have need to come to
the old home, see that you take many precautions. But whatever may
happen, be sure that your father loves you."

My eyes were full of tears when I finished reading this, and I knew then
that although he often spoke words which seemed hard and bitter, his
heart was full of love towards me.

I rushed out to the stable, where Black Ben welcomed me with a whinney.
In truth, I thought he trembled with joy as he saw me.

"I have more work for you, my beauty!" I said, whereupon he rubbed his
nose against my arm.

"Great God, help me!" I prayed, as I thought of what lay before me; and
into my heart came a great resolution to do what was in my heart to do.
I longed much to start on my journey that day, but I was too weak.
Nevertheless, at an early hour next morning, I rode through Barnet on my
way to Bedford.




CHAPTER XXVIII

WHAT HAPPENED ON THE BEDFORD ROAD


I could scarce believe after I passed through Barnet that it was indeed
I, Roland Rashcliffe, who bestrode Black Ben. All the long weary months
which had passed since last I had ridden along that road seemed like a
painful dream. Then the summer was in the full glory of its loveliness.
The trees were clothed in their green garments, flowers bloomed
everywhere, while the heavens resounded with the song of the birds. The
sky was, I remember, of perfect blue, while the lambs sported in the
fields as we rode along; and even although I was a prisoner, the woman I
loved was by my side, and we were excited at the thought that we were
journeying to the presence of the king. Besides, I was then strong and
vigorous; my nerves felt like steel, and my heart beat high with hope.
Now all was different. A year and nine months had passed away, and we
were in March. Not a sign of spring appeared, although I saw the farmers
sowing oats and barley. Showers of sleet and snow were swept across the
country by cold, biting east winds. The song of the birds was nowhere to
be heard. The cold hand of winter still gripped the earth, and the
cattle stood shivering by the hedge as if longing for the shelter of
their houses.

Then, moreover, the country was rejoicing at the coming of the king. Men
were glad because they had escaped the strict morality of the Puritan
reign, and expressed the hope of happier times under an indulgent king.
But that, too, had changed. Those who had built their hopes for a
happier time under Charles had been disappointed, Cromwell had left the
country strong and great. Under Charles II it was becoming weak and
despised. Louis XIV of France regarded Charles as a kind of vassal,
while Holland looked upon us with contempt. Heavy taxes were levied to
pay for the king's extravagances, and even his best friends looked upon
him as a weak, pleasure-loving, sensual man. He longed to be regarded as
an absolute monarch, yet would he not take the trouble to rule the
nation righteously. Men saw everywhere that the resources of the land
were being drained for no good purpose.

The glad, happy times for which people had hoped, had degenerated into
wild, lawless orgies. Virtue among women was not believed in; in men the
idea of it was scorned. The Church had become the tool of those in
authority, and was made to condone the most frightful abuses. Those who
longed for a pure morality and the advancement of true religion, were
sneered at as Puritans, and were denied preferment. Nonconformists were
persecuted everywhere. Every prison in the country was full of them, and
the only charge brought against them was that they sought to pray and
preach in another fashion than that ordained by law. The expressed
determination of the Episcopal clergy was to stamp out dissent by the
iron heel of force. Dissenters were hunted from place to place and
persecuted on every hand, and those who in any way sympathized with them
were boycotted and persecuted.

All this made my work the harder, for I reflected that Constance was a
Nonconformist, and her father had been hanged as a regicide. Moreover, I
had no plan of action. I determined to find Constance's hiding-place,
and yet I must do so without giving any one else a clue to where she
was. Even when I had found her, I knew not how I could help her. My body
had been enfeebled by long months of imprisonment, and although at
starting out I was buoyed up by the hope of seeing Constance again, I
quickly realized that I could not reach Bedford that day, as I had
hoped.

Still, I was neither dismayed nor cast down. I knew my strength would
soon come back to me, for every breath I drew was the breath of liberty
and hope. I bestrode Black Ben, surely the best horse ever a man rode.
At my side hung a good blade, my pistols were ready to hand, and I
possessed enough money for my needs. I had also obtained new clothes
according to the fashion of the times. I again presented a brave
appearance.

I was told that footpads beset the road to the north, but no man
molested me.

Towards evening on the second day of my journey I drew near to Bedford,
when I set myself to thinking seriously what I should do. I knew that in
less than an hour I should see the river coil its way through the town,
seeing I was but five miles away. I could not ride fast, for my day's
journey had wearied me, and so allowed Black Ben to amble along at will.
I was just entering a lonely part of the road, when I saw a man of
venerable appearance standing in the road.

He held up his hand at my approach, at the which I stopped.

"You have not seen a woman leading two little children, have you?" he
said.

I shook my head.

"Have you seen a little girl about ten, accompanied by a boy of twelve?"
he asked.

"No," I replied.

He sighed deeply, whereupon I asked him if he were in trouble.

"Ay, I am in deep trouble," he said, "for I fear evil hath happened to
my wife and dear ones. When we parted this morning, I said I would try
and get work among the farmers, so as to earn enough to buy them bread,
while they said they would make known our condition to some friends who
are still faithful. We also arranged to meet here at five o'clock. Is it
not about that time, young master?"

"It is past that hour," I replied.

"Then I fear evil hath happened to them," he said, and I saw the tears
well up into his eyes.

"But surely this is strange," I said; "you do not look like a man who
should be seeking work of the farmers. You look rather to be a man of
learning and of quality."

"I am an unworthy preacher of the Word; but I have been driven from my
vicarage, and now nought but starvation stares me in the face."

"What parish were you in?" I asked.

"I was the incumbent of St. Martin's," he replied. "I would not conform,
so I was e'en driven out."

"Why would you not conform?" I asked.

"E'en because I felt it would be a sin so to do. I had received my
ordination from God, and I could not profess to belief in the
Prayer-book, which was full of Popish errors. But God's will be done. I
was of the Presbyterian persuasion, and I fear that, like the
Episcopalians, I desired uniformity. But that is all over now. I see
that the Independents and the Quakers are men of God even as we are, and
our persecutions have linked us together."

"And what hath become of you since you were driven from your parish?"

"Ah, God knows! We have lived how we could, and it hath been terribly
hard. Sometimes for days together we have scarcely had food. Our clothes
are worn out too, and sometimes we have been terribly cold. Thank God,
the winter cannot last much longer now! Even now I do not think it is
quite as cold as it was a week ago;" but the man shivered as he spoke.

"But have you no property at all?" I asked.

"I have but ten pounds a year, and my wife hath nothing at all. All our
little savings were soon eaten up, for the children are hearty, thank
God! Directly after Bartholomew's Day we were cast forth from our
dwelling, and since then we have had nought but trouble. I have no
friends but those in my own parish, and Master Gilloch, the new vicar,
and Master Graystone, the magistrate, have done their utmost to make it
impossible for us to get help. Moreover, times are bad, and those who
would help us cannot. I thought while I was in prison that I suffered
enough, but I think it hath been worse since I came out."

"Have you been in prison?" I asked.

"Ay," he replied, "in truth I have. For what could I do? Could I be
silent when God had commanded me to preach? 'Woe is me if I preach not
the Gospel.' I know now what our brother John Bunyan felt, although a
year ago I did but little sympathize with him. The Word of God was like
fire in his bones, and he could not help declaring it, so he was cast
into prison. After I was ejected from my parish I still preached, and I
was cast into prison, and kept there for three months; but I still
preach, and, thank God! I still comfort those who are distressed. But
for the Word of Life I could not bear my troubles, and who am I that I
should keep it from others?"

"But what was the occasion of your being imprisoned?" I asked.

"Oh, we had met, a few of us, in a barn, some half a mile from the
king's highway. We met to read God's word and for prayer. As we read I
was mightily moved upon to expound the meaning of God's word, and while
I was in the act of expounding and exhorting, the constables came, and
dragged three of us to gaol. One of the magistrates who judged me was
Master Gilloch, who is now the minister in my old parish, and, as I say,
I was kept three months in the company of the worst men and women I ever
met. But God had use for me, for while there I was the means of leading
more than one to accept the Gospel."

"And what did your wife and children do while you were in prison?" I
asked.

"Oh, a godly farmer gave them a home, until the squire, Master
Graystone, a man who had often eaten bread at my table, came and told
the farmer that if he did not drive them from his house he should e'en
take his farm from him. Nevertheless, the Lord mercifully provided for
them. Since I came out of prison I have been able to provide bread for
them by selling my books, and by writing a few letters for those who
knew not the craft of writing."

"And have you no special friend now?" I asked, for, as may be imagined,
Constance was in my mind all the time.

"Ay, but that friend hath to help in secret," he cried.

I wanted to ask more concerning this, but I saw he turned away his head
as he spoke, and seemed desirous of being silent.

"Perchance the hearts of the squire and the vicar may grow softer," I
said.

"Ay, young master, there seems but little chance of that. Why, only last
night a few pious souls were met together for prayer, and as they prayed
the constable entered, and they were dragged away to gaol. The trial is
to be held to-morrow, but they will get no mercy."

"To-morrow?" I said. "At what time?"

"At such time as it may suit the magistrates, but it is given out for
ten o'clock."

"And what will you do to-night?"

"I know not what to do--ah! praise God, here are my wife and children
coming!"

I turned and saw a woman, accompanied by four children, coming towards
us, and as they saw us they seemed to quicken their footsteps as if for
gladness. The man with whom I had been speaking, kissed them all
affectionately, and then each looked to the other as if for news.

"I have obtained enough for food to-night," said the man. "We can e'en
call at Elizabeth Jory's and get bread, and we can all sleep in the
cottage in the wood."

"I am very cold," whimpered one of the children.

"But I can soon light a fire. Do not be afraid, my dear ones. The Lord
will provide. But how have you fared, good wife?"

The woman shook her head. "She dares not come till to-morrow night," she
said.

"The Lord will provide till then," said the man; but his voice was
piteous, and I saw the tears well up in her eyes.

"You have a friend who will help you to-morrow night?" I said eagerly;
but to this the woman made no reply, rather she turned away her head
like one afraid.

"You said the Lord would provide," I said, as I took some coins from my
pouch. "Perchance He hath sent me to help you. Here is something that
will meet your needs till your friend cometh."

"Are you one of the Lord's children?" asked the man, as he looked at my
somewhat gay attire.

"I trust so," I said, for in truth I knew not what better to say.

"But are you one who hath also suffered for God's work? Forgive my
asking, for while your attire is that of a Court gallant, your face is
as if set towards the city of God."

"I have suffered imprisonment for not obeying the king," I made answer.

He looked at me steadily. "Surely I have seen you before," he said, "and
yet your face is strange to me. Have you by chance ever visited this
neighbourhood before?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Long ago, young master? Oh, you need not fear to tell me. If you have
suffered because of your disobedience to the king, you should be one of
God's children."

"I was in the Chapel of Herne twelve months ago last June," I replied.

"Surely, surely you cannot be he who helped our friend out of----" He
stopped and gazed eagerly at me as if afraid to say more.

"My name is Roland Rashcliffe," I said, whereupon he grasped my hand in
joy.

"This is the Lord's doing, and it is marvellous in our eyes," he said.

"Know you aught of her?" I said, wellnigh overcome with the hope that
was in my heart.

"Know aught of her!" he cried. "Why----"

"Husband, husband!" interrupted the woman.

The man ceased speaking for a moment. "Thank you, wife," he said, after
a pause; "the road is full of pitfalls, and a promise should be
faithfully kept."

"But I desire to be your friend," I cried eagerly. "Here, take this
money, and if further help fails you, will you let me know, and I will
give you more."

"Young master, I believe the Lord hath touched your heart," he cried,
"and surely He hath brought you to us. May God bless you, and make you a
blessing! But I am not a beggar, neither have I asked you for aught."

"But be pleased to take this," I cried. "You will give me joy by taking
it. I have plenty, and I desire to help you."

I saw that pride and desire struggled in the man's heart, and I verily
believe the former would have conquered had not one of the children
cried bitterly:

"Father, I am so cold, and so hungry," she said; "let us go to the
cottage, and light the fire."

"Thank you, young master," he said as he took the money; "perchance I
shall be able to repay you some day."

"You have repaid me already," I replied. "You have made me happy by
enabling me to give your children food and fire to-night. Will you tell
me where your cottage is, and then, perchance, I can come and see you
again."

Again he looked steadily at me, and it was some time before he spoke.
"You see that stile there?" he said. "If you follow the footpath into
the wood for half a mile you will see my cottage."

"See that the children have good food and a fire to-night," I said with
a laugh, for my heart had grown light and joyful with hope.

"Thanks to you, they shall," he cried; and I saw the tears trickling
down his wan cheek. "Oh, may the Lord forgive me for ever doubting His
word! Did not David say, 'I have been young, and now am old, yet have I
never seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.' No, I
shall not be forsaken, and the Lord will provide. Ay, and the word of
the Lord shall triumph too. The eyes of the wicked may stand out with
fatness, yet will I not fret myself because of evildoers. I will trust
in the Lord, and do good, and I will dwell in the land and follow after
faithfulness. I will delight myself in the Lord, and He will give me the
desires of my heart."

"And what may your name be?" I asked.

"Forgive me if I have seemed afraid to trust you," he said, "but it
behoveth those who are surrounded by enemies to behave with caution. But
I believe that the Lord hath sent you to me. My name, young master, is
John Day, who for ten years ministered to his flock in the parish church
at St. Martin's."

All my weariness and fatigue had gone as I rode into Bedford. I was
afraid of nothing, for I believed that God had led me hither. Again and
again I went over in my mind the conversation between Master John Day
and myself, and the more I thought of it, the more I was convinced that
the friend who had helped them was the woman I loved. It accorded with
what my father had told me concerning her, and although Master Day had
been afraid to tell me aught, he had said enough to confirm my hopes.

I did not think it best to go to _The Bull_ at Bedford, but seeing an
inn called _General Fairfax_, I made my way thither. If an innkeeper was
bold enough to keep an inn bearing such a name, I reflected, it might be
that I should be safer there than elsewhere. Not that I feared
recognition. As Caleb Bullen had said, my appearance had been so changed
during my prison life that scarce any one would know me. When I was in
Bedford last, I was brown and strong; now I was pale, and looked weak
and ill. Moreover, my clothes were so different from what I wore then
that they altered my appearance much. Besides, I had but little to fear.
No warrant was out against me, neither had I done anything to cause
those in authority to take note of me.

The inn, moreover, was of a quieter order than the others, neither were
any troublesome questions asked of me.

After supper I found my way into the room where several men sat with
their mugs of ale before them, and I found that they were talking about
the trial which was to take place on the following morning.

"How many are to be tried?" asked one. "Know you, James Bilsom?"

"Ay, I think there be a score or more."

"They will be all sent to prison, I'll wage."

"There can be no doubt about that. Parson Gilloch is most terrible and
bitter against these Dissenters; as for Squire Graystone, he fair hates
them. Not that I can see they have done aught wrong. They do but pray
and preach as they did before the coming of the king. As for their
piety--well, if I lay a-dying I'd rather have one of them to pray with
me than I'd have the parson, for all his long white gown."

"But still, the king is king, and law is law."

"Ay, I suppose so. Still, although I was no lover of Old Nol, we were
better off in his days. There was less thieving, less drinking, less
loose living, and more piety. Of that I am free to confess."

"Say not so too loud, for if Parson Gilloch hears of it he will e'en
make you smart. Why, think of what hath befallen the Dissenters."

"Ay, a man can hardly call his soul his own, that he cannot. Are you
going to the trial to-morrow?"

"Nay, I cannot sleep after I have been to these trials. I cannot help
thinking of the women and children. It is terrible hard for them."

"Ay, it is; how they manage to live I know not."

"Think you there is any truth in the stories about Sir John Leslie's
daughter?"

"Nay, I think not. If there were she'd have been found before this."

"I don't know. She's a clever maid. Why, think how she guarded her
sister, and got her out of the country. I do hear she's joined Sir
Charles in Holland."

"Ay, but she can't be in these parts now. How can she be? Every house is
watched; besides, how can she get meat to eat?"

"I don't know; but I tell you, she hath all her wits, and she's more
than a match for Parson Gilloch. Peter Blewitt swears it was she that he
saw before she tripped him up and blew out his candle."

After this they talked much in this fashion, but they said nought that
gave me any clue to the secret of her hiding place, although they gave
me much food for reflection.

The next morning I made my way to the Chapel of Herne, in the hopes that
I might hear something which might help me in the work I had set myself
to do.




CHAPTER XXIX

THE PURITAN'S COTTAGE


"The court house is not so full to-day."

"Nay. Do you mind when John Bunyan was tried? Ay, but he answered the
justices boldly, and so cleverly that they could not gainsay him."

"True, but they clapped him into gaol for all that."

"Ay, they did; but that did not depend upon the trial. They had made up
their minds to do that before he was brought hither. John was among the
first, and people thought much of the trials then. We have had so many
since that we be getting used to them."

"Well, it makes it pay to be religious."

"Nay, say rather it makes it a paying business to go to church. There's
nought of religion in sending godly people to prison for praying in
their own way."

"Hush, man! Men be spying around everywhere, and it takes but little to
get fined. I hear there is a lot of paid spies, whose business it is to
go around to hear folks talk and to give information to the justices."

"Ay, I suppose so. And yet these Dissenters pray and preach more than
ever. I am told that they be increasing in number every week."

"And yet I hear that the king and the clergy say they'll never stop
until there's not a Dissenter left in the land."

"Ay, I suppose so."

All this and much more I heard as I stood in the Chapel of Herne that
March morning, for although it was wellnigh ten o'clock as I entered the
building, the justices did not come until late. The reason for this was,
that although only the petty sessions were to be held that day, so great
was the interest taken in the Nonconformists that both Sir Henry
Chester, of Tilsworth, and Sir George Blundell, of Cardington Manor, had
declared their intention of being present, I heard, moreover, that both
these worshipful gentlemen were very bitter against the Dissenters, and
that Sir George Blundell had said that he would "sell a cow for a
shilling" rather than the work against them should not go forward. It
was also said that when Sir Matthew Hale visited Bedford, he would have
set John Bunyan at liberty but for Sir Henry Chester, who declared that
Bunyan was a good-for-nothing fellow, who preferred going around
stirring up dissension to working at his proper trade, which was that of
a travelling tinker.

It was because they were late that proceedings did not begin at the
proper hour that morning. When they arrived near noon-day, however,
their entrance made a great stir, and they took their seats on the bench
with a great show of importance.

I stayed only during the trial of one who was brought thither that
morning, but I was told that the other cases were dismissed with great
speed, as the justices had some appointment elsewhere which they wished
to keep. The man who was tried while I was there was called James
Ireton, whose name, I was told, went much against him, seeing that
Colonel Ireton had been hanged by the king only a little time before.

He was only a young man, it may be of twenty-five years of age, and
looked a harmless sort of fellow, although I saw by the look of quiet
determination in his eyes that he was not one who would be easily turned
aside from his purposes. He was a blacksmith by trade, and one, I
judged, of tremendous strength of arm and body. The indictment brought
against him was in these words:

"James Ireton, you are accused of devilishly and perniciously abstaining
from coming to church to hear divine service, and for being a common
upholder of several unlawful meetings and conventicles, to the great
disturbance and distraction of the good subjects of this kingdom, and
contrary to the laws of our sovereign lord the king."

The man replied that he did indeed attend a meeting of godly people for
praise and prayer, but that it was held in an outhouse nearly half a
mile from the king's highway, and that there was not a dwelling-house
near it.

"But do you know that such a meeting is unlawful?" cried the magistrate.

"I find nothing in the Word of God against it," replied the man.

"I do not mean the Word of God, of which you are ignorant," replied the
magistrate, "but the laws of this country."

"I always put the laws of God above every law," replied the blacksmith,
"and there I do find I am commanded to continue in prayer."

"Ay, and the law hath provided the church for you to pray. Do you go to
church?"

"Ay, I do go to the Church of God," replied the man.

"What church?"

"A church composed of those who meet together in Christ's name," replied
he.

"Ah, some conventicle! That is no church. How can you call that a
church?"

"I have Christ's own words," replied the man. "He said, 'Wheresoever two
or three are gathered together in My name, there am I in the midst of
them,' and it is Christ that makes the church."

"I cannot allow this blasphemy," said the justice. "The question is, do
you go to the parish church?"

"No," replied Ireton, "I do not."

"And why?"

"Because I do not find the Scriptures faithfully proclaimed, because
many Romish practices are performed, and because I get no good to my
soul."

"Thou art a naughty, law-breaking varlet!" said the justice.

"Nay, that is not so. In truth there was a time when this was true of
me; for I was a drunkard, and I treated my wife with great cruelty. For
this I was not punished; but now that I am trying to obey God's word,
and to lead others to holy life, I am e'en haled before you."

"But didst thou go to church when thou wert what thou sayst?"

"Ay, that I did. I was one of the bell-ringers at the parish church."

"Well now, wilt thou not promise to be a decent fellow again? A man who
can ring one of a peal of bells is a useful man, and no man can say to
the contrary. Now, why not be as you were before? I don't mean as to the
wife-beating, that is, of course, wrong. But can't you be religious in
the right way, go to church regularly, and drink your ale in
moderation?"

"Why," said the man, "I knew nought about religion till I heard John
Bunyan preach; then I realized that I had been a sinner, and that I must
repent of my sins, and accept Christ as my Saviour. On doing this such a
joy and peace came into my heart, that I longed to tell others of the
good news which had come to me."

"Ay, but how can an ignorant man like thee be fit to preach?"

"I have often thought of that myself, and truly I have tried not to. But
I have felt what I think the Apostle must have felt when he said, 'Woe
is me if I preach not the Gospel.' Besides, God hath blessed me
wonderfully, and hath used me in leading many to conversion."

After this many other questions were asked, which the man answered in a
like fashion.

"Now," said Sir Henry Chester presently, "it hath been proved that thou
hast been a naughty, law-breaking varlet. Thou hast devilishly and
perniciously abstained from coming to church, and thou hast been guilty
of the sin of preaching. For either of these things thou dost deserve to
be punished with great severity. But we are inclined to be merciful. If
thou wilt promise to go to church as the law dictates, and never to
preach again, thou shalt be forgiven. Come now, that is a great mercy."

"Nay," said the man, "I cannot promise, for I must e'en obey God rather
than man."

After this he was threatened with many cruel threats, but being
obstinate he was committed to gaol as though he were an ordinary felon.
No sooner was the man dragged away by the constables than I left the
court house, partly because I did not see how I could make any
discoveries as to the whereabouts of Constance while there, and
secondly, because I thought I saw some of the magistrates casting
suspicious eyes upon me.

During the rest of the day I cast my mind about as to what I should do.
I discovered that the constables were on the look-out for Constance, and
that the whole countryside was being watched, so that if she in any way
shewed herself, she should be arrested and thrown into prison. But in
this matter many opinions were afloat. Some had it that she had never
returned to Bedford at all, but had escaped to Holland directly after
her father's death, whither her sister Dorcas had gone. Others, again,
held with Peter Blewitt the constable, that it was she who helped many
of the Dissenters in their trouble, and, indeed, kept them from
starving. This, however, seemed impossible, for how could she, who must
keep in constant hiding, be able to help others?

As far as I could judge, no man seemed to recognize me. My long
imprisonment had much changed my appearance, while my beard acted almost
like a mask. In order to test this, I even went so far as to have a chat
with the landlord of _The Bull_, and so little was he aware as to who I
was that I laughed at the fears I had about the magistrates eyeing me
with suspicion.

I dared not go to Goodlands, however. I knew that the place was being
watched, and thus, if Constance were there--as, remembering what she had
told me long months before, I believed she was--I should only increase
her danger. And yet I longed to see her more than words could say, for
my long imprisonment had not lessened my love. It had increased it. So
that the thought that she was only a few miles from me tempted me to
discard all prudence, and boldly seek her out. But this I did not do,
for true love doth not seek its own pleasure, but the welfare of the one
who is beloved. I therefore possessed my soul in patience until night,
when I made my way to the cottage where the expelled minister told me he
had taken up his abode. I remembered the words that had passed between
the husband and the wife when I had seen them on the highway near
Bedford, and I believed that it was Constance whom the woman had said
had promised to come to them that night.

It must have been nine by the clock as I reached the stile which the man
had pointed out to me, but although it was dark, I had but little
difficulty in following the path. In truth it seemed like a much trodden
road, and one on which many people had lately passed. I had not gone far
before I saw a tiny twinkling light, after which I heard the sound of
voices singing.

A few minutes later I was so close that I could hear what they were
singing. I did not think that the voices were very musical;
nevertheless, there was a plaintiveness of tone mingled with triumph
that I could not help being moved.

"_The Lord is my light and my salvation: whom shall I fear?_

"_The Lord is the strength of my life: of whom shall I be afraid?_

"_When evildoers come upon me to eat up my flesh, even mine adversaries
and my foes, they stumbled and fell._

"_Though an host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear._

"_One thing have I asked of the Lord, that will I seek after._

"_That I may dwell in the House of the Lord all the days of my life._"

After this I heard the voice of John Day, the man who had been the
minister of the parish church of St. Martin's.

"My friends," he said, "I feel constrained to speak a few words of
comfort and hope to you, for truly the Lord hath done great things for
us, whereof we are glad; but before I try to expound God's holy word,
let us ask Him for wisdom and light, so that I may speak his words with
wisdom, rightly dividing the word of truth."

"It will be well that one of us do go out and watch," said a voice, "for
the magistrates be very bitter against us. John Ireton and many others
have been sent to gaol to-day, and I do hear that orders have been given
to watch some of us, and especial mention hath been made of you, Master
Day."

"I do not fear," said the old clergyman; "the Lord hath called me to
preach the Gospel, and I may not hold my peace. Still, seeing we live in
evil times, it may be as you say, therefore do one of you watch while we
seek to eat of the Bread of Life."

I had come up to the cottage unheeded by the worshippers. As far as I
could gather there were not a dozen in all, who were evidently labouring
men and their wives. Standing where I was, however, I could see the
cottage plainly, and I noticed that one of their number went out, and
stood at a place where he could take note of any that might come.

After Master John Day had prayed, he began to speak to the people. First
of all he expounded the Scriptures to them, and then he sought to
enforce his teaching concerning God's providence by example. "You know,
my friends," he said, "how I have been put to great straits for bread.
You have helped me all you could; but you have had barely enough for
your own necessities. I have tried to obtain service at the hands of
those who employ labour, but few would hire me. In truth, I should have
starved, but for one dear friend who shall be nameless. Then the time
came when even she was powerless, and yesterday I and my little ones
would have starved had not the Lord sent a stranger along the road, who
hath given us enough for our necessities for several days. Shall we
doubt the Lord, dear friends? It is true we have been driven from our
home, and we have even been forbidden to take religious exercises
together, yet hath the Lord watched over us, ay, and He will watch over
us, even to the last."

He had scarcely said these words than the man who had been appointed as
a watcher rushed in.

"The constables!" he cried; "they will be here in a minute more."

"Shall we stay and meet them boldly?" said Master John Day.

"What good will it do?" one cried. "I know that the Quakers take no note
of them, but we be wiser than they. We must e'en disband."

"Nay, but I will gladly suffer for Christ's sake," said John Day.
"Still, I must remember my wife, and my dear little ones."

Upon this the light was extinguished, and a few seconds later I heard
hurrying footsteps.

I waited hidden behind a thick bush, and presently I heard stealthy
footsteps approaching.

"All is dark," said a voice.

"Ay, but they have been here."

"Yes, but they are gone. Let us go in and see if Master Day is there."

"That will be no use. If we go in it will make them more watchful
against another time."

"Perhaps that is so. We have missed them this time, but we will pounce
upon them unawares another time. You know that Parson Gilloch told us we
should have a crown apiece and a gallon of strong ale if we caught
Master Day in the act of preaching."

"Ay, that is so. Well, we had better go for the night."

I heard them creep away as silently as they had come, and in a few more
minutes all was still. The worshippers had evidently gone to their
homes, and not a sound could I hear disturbing the stillness of the
night.

Still I waited. I felt that here was my opportunity of finding out the
truth concerning the whereabouts of Constance, and I determined to
remain where I was until the minister's fears were stilled, after which
I would try and have speech with him.

After a time a light twinkled in the cottage again, and I heard the low
murmur of voices. The night had become perfectly still, and not a breath
of wind moved the bare tree branches. I thought I smelt the breath of
spring in the air, the thought of which gave me joy, I knew not why.

"She cannot be coming here to-night," I thought. "It is now wellnigh
midnight, and this place must be at least three miles from Goodlands,
even although there be a short cut across the fields." This thought made
my heart cold, and yet I stayed there in hope, my eyes hungering for a
sight of her face. How long I stayed I know not, but presently I thought
the voices grew louder, whereupon I crept silently forward, until I
could hear more plainly.

"It is because of the goodness of God that you have come to me, my
child," the old clergyman said, "and we thank you beyond all telling.
Yet do I wish you had not come. The way is long to your hiding place,
and the night is dark. Besides, God hath ministered to our necessities.
He hath sent a friend to help us."

"Who hath he sent?"

My heart almost stood still! It was the voice of Constance which I
heard, and in an instant it seemed to me as though my full strength had
come back again. My weakness I felt not, and my weariness had passed
away, even as snow ceases to be when the hot sun shines.

"It was yester eve," said the old clergyman. "I was in despair because I
had no food for my wife and children, and because I was afraid harm had
happened to them. While I was waiting for them, a youth came along
riding a raven black horse. We fell to speaking together, and the Lord
touched his heart."

"Did he tell you his name?"

"Ay, my child, and although you have told me nought, I cannot help
believing that his coming will be good news to you. His name is Roland
Rashcliffe."

"Tell me more! Tell me more!"

After that I could not stay outside a moment longer, for she spoke with
eagerness and joy. I called to mind the look she had given me when we
stood together in the presence of the king, and I felt that she had not
forgotten me.

Without ado I opened the door, and stood before them. At first I thought
she looked afraid, and this made me say what I should not have dared to
say otherwise.

"Constance," I said, "I could not come before, but I have loved you all
the time, even as I told you I should."

Her eyes were lifted to mine as if in great wonder, then I saw the tears
well up in them; but they were not tears of sorrow.

"You are not angry with me, are you?" I said.

And then she burst out sobbing upon my shoulder, while I, unheeding
Master Day and his wife, strained her to my heart.

We did not stay long at the cottage. I gave Master Day enough money to
meet his needs for some time to come, and then Constance and I walked to
Goodlands together along the silent, lonely road whither she had come.

I will not write of all the things we spoke about during that long
journey. Enough to say that she had escaped from the king's palace as my
father had told me, and had made her way to Goodlands, which she entered
by a secret known only to herself, and to the faithful farmer who
occupied the kitchen part of the house and looked after the Goodlands
estate. Here she was able to remain unmolested. The entrance to the
house, she told me, was by a secret underground passage, the opening of
which could only be discovered with great difficulty. Here, moreover,
were rooms in which her forefathers had been hidden in the days of Queen
Mary, the secret of which had defied all searchers. It was here she had
hidden Father Solomon, whose real name was John Walters, and her sister
Dorcas, and it was from here she had sent her sister to Holland to meet
her husband.

She told me, moreover, that this old man, who claimed to be the father
of Lucy Walters, had been driven wellnigh mad because of his daughter's
shame, and that he had left his wife because she encouraged her child in
her evil ways. He had, moreover, become friendly with Sir Charles
Denman, who had given him the right to live in the lonely house. For
years he had been a student of the occult sciences, in order, he said,
to find out the hiding place of the marriage contract between his
daughter and the king, and it was here that her sister came, after she,
in a fit of religious frenzy, had sought to take the life of General
Monk.

Constance told me, moreover, that she had been taught to fear this old
man; yet did she visit him for her sister's sake, on the night when we
first met. Whether the marriage contract was genuine, or whether it had
been forged by the old man or no, she could not tell, neither did she
know where he was now. Directly after her sister had escaped to Holland,
he also had disappeared; but before he went he declared that he would
yet see his daughter owned as the king's wife, while her son should be
king of England.

But it was not these things which troubled me as I walked by Constance's
side that dark night in March. I was thinking rather of my great love
for her, and how I could take her from the hands of her enemies. For she
was now all alone in the world. Her father was dead, hanged by the king,
while her sister had rejoined her husband, a man whom Constance regarded
with fear and anger.

Although she had stayed long at Goodlands, she felt that her stay there
must soon come to an end. She could not live much longer under such
circumstances, especially as she felt sure that she was suspected of
being hidden in the house.

Of the love we confessed one to another I will not write, for that is
not the affair of those who may read this; but that she did love me I
did not doubt. How could I doubt it when for me she had defied the king?
How could I doubt after the way she had sobbed out her love for me in
Master John Day's cottage?

Thus it was that the long walk was to me a joy beyond words. At last my
love was by my side, and so I did not dread the dark clouds that hung in
our sky, I did not fear the enemies which beset her on every hand.

"There is nought for us to fear," I said to her, for at that moment
everything seemed possible to me.

"Oh, I have prayed for this so long, so earnestly," she said. "That
night when we stood before the king, I wanted to tell you what was in my
heart, but--but--" and then she told me again what my heart was
hungering to hear.

"We cannot stay in England," I said, "but we can go across the seas, and
make a home in New England, even as your Puritan forefathers did. Will
you, Constance?"

"Whither thou goest, I will go," she said; "where thou lodgest, I will
lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God."

Then I thanked God with a full heart for all His great goodness to me,
and there and then we arranged that I should come for her the following
night, and that we should ride together to my father's house before
setting out to find a new home.

"Good-night, my beloved," I said as we parted; "we will trust, and not
be afraid."

"Come as early as you dare," she said shyly, "for in truth I feel I can
no longer live without you."

And this I promised with a right good will and with a light heart, for I
did not then know what would soon be revealed to me.




CHAPTER XXX

HOW I LEFT MY OLD HOME.


Excited as I was, I found my way back to the inn and slept like a child.
No ill dreams disturbed my rest, nor did a shadow of fear enter my
heart. When I awoke next day the clouds had rolled away, the sun shone
in a clear sky, and there was indeed a smell of spring in the air. I
would have given much to have paid a visit to the gaol to see John
Bunyan, but this I dared not do, for I knew that suspicion would fasten
upon me if I made the attempt. So, although I remembered his former
speech with much kindness, my love's safety forbade my going to him, and
hear him tell me the wondrous story of how he had, as he said, "found
the King in His beauty." In truth, throughout the whole day I kept
indoors, not shewing myself to any man, and simply telling mine host
that I must leave him that night at eight o'clock, in order to do
business elsewhere. I had no need to seek a steed for Constance, for the
old farmer who lived at Goodlands was able to obtain one, so I e'en sat
in the inn dreaming of the glad time to come when my Jove and I would
ride side by side towards my father's house.

When night came on, however, that happened which caused me to go into
the town, and it was well I did so, else had all things happened
different to me. Not that I meant to leave the place until I mounted
Black Ben to ride to Goodlands, but as I looked out of the window, I saw
Peter Blewitt hurrying by with an eager look in his eyes as though he
were bent on a matter of importance.

"Ah, whither go you, Peter?" I heard mine host say.

"That is my business, Jonathan Coad," was the reply.

"Thy business," laughed the other.

"Ay, mine, and such as I will not tell the landlord of the _General
Fairfax_."

"Ah, ah!" laughed the landlord, "as though thou ever had business in thy
life. Thou could'st never catch a thief even if he took thine own
horse."

"Ah, could I not?" said Peter.

"Why, no," said the landlord. "If thou could'st have caught aught, thou
wouldst have caught Mistress Constance Leslie. That would have meant a
hundred pounds, and yet thou did'st e'en let her slip through thy
fingers."

"Wait a bit!" said Peter.

"Ay, wait till doomsday, and thou will never catch her."

"Wait till to-morrow noon," said Peter, and he hurried away.

Now it was this which caused me to go out into the town, and to follow
Peter as closely as I could without him seeing me.

The night had now come on, perchance it was turned six o'clock, but it
was not so dark but I saw Master Sturgeon coming towards the constable.

"Ah, Peter, whither goest thou?"

"To the chief constable, Master Sturgeon."

"Ah, why?"

I did not catch his answer to this; nevertheless, I knew it to be of
import by the look on the gaoler's face.

"Good, Peter," I heard him say presently, "then I shall have her under
lock and key again this very night, and I'll warrant young Master
Rashcliffe shall not get her out a second time."

"Ay, we know where she is hidden, and we must go to her without a
minute's delay. I must make haste, for if news were to reach her at
Goodlands, then should I lose my hundred pounds."

With this Peter hurried on, while I fled back to the inn with the speed
of the wind. In less time than it takes me to tell, I had paid my count,
and had saddled Black Ben, and without saying a word to mine host, I
rode to Goodlands as fast as my horse could carry me.

When I reached there all was dark. Not one sound could I hear, no one
could I see. I hammered again and again at the door, but no man
answered, until, as I remembered how rapidly the time was flying, I was
wellnigh in a frenzy.

"Come, farmer, come!" I cried; "it's a matter of life and death!" But
still I got no answer, save that I thought I heard a low, mocking laugh.

I knew not what to do, for it was full two hours before I had arranged
to meet Constance. Neither did I mean to go into the house at all. She
had told me that her horse should be waiting at the door saddled, and
that we could ride away together. But no horse was there, neither was
there, as I have said, any sign of life; and when I remembered that the
constables might be there at any moment, I was in danger of losing my
senses.

Thus I did what under any other circumstances might have placed my life
in great danger, for I called to her aloud by name, and if watchers had
been near they would have known that she was there.

"Constance, my love!" I cried, "it is Roland!" and then, quick as a
flash of light, I felt that she was coming towards me.

"Roland, is it you?"

"Ay, it is. Quick! Quick!"

"Why, what is the matter?"

"The constables have discovered your hiding-place--they are even on the
way now. Where is your horse?"

"In the stable. It will take me ten minutes to saddle him." It was the
farmer who spoke.

"Then saddle him," I cried. "As for you, Constance, will you make
yourself ready for the journey?"

"Ay, I have been ready for a full hour," she said, and I noticed that
she wore close-fitting garments, but in the dimness of the light I could
not see her as plainly as I desired.

At that moment I heard the sound of horses' hoofs. Evidently they had
wasted not a moment in coming hither.

"It is they!" I cried. "Hark! they be coming towards us!"

My love spoke not a word; but she came close to me as if to gain
strength from my strength.

"We dare not wait for your horse to be brought," I said.

"Tell me what to do, and I will do it," she whispered. "Do not be afraid
for me, Roland."

With one leap I was on Black Ben's back, and a second later she sat
before me.

"Who goes there?"

I did not speak, but touched Black Ben's side with my spur. The brave
horse leaped forward, and then stopped as if held by a strong hand.

"'Tis she, 'tis she! Help! help!"

"Forward, Ben!" I said, and the horse gave a great leap, leaving himself
at liberty. But this was only for a moment. Another man had leaped
forward, and brought the horse to his haunches.

"We've got them!" he cried. "Help! help!"

My sword hand was by this time free, and I brought my weapon down upon
the man's head. The blade turned in my hand, or I must have cleaved his
skull with the blow. But I think he must have worn a steel cap, for
although he fell, I knew I had not killed him.

"Let me guide your horse, then will your right arm be free, I know the
road," cried Constance; and she took the reins, heedless of the cries we
heard, and a few seconds later we were in a lonely lane.

"Towards London!" I said, as she hesitated which way to turn, and then a
bullet passed so close to me that it e'en shaved my ear, and to this day
my right ear is not perfect as my left ear is.

It was no longer a fight. It had now become a race. We had much against
us, seeing we both sat on one horse; but we had much for us also, seeing
that Black Ben had the strength of two horses, and bore us as though we
were feathers. Nevertheless, I knew we could not ride to my father's
house in this fashion, and even then I remember wondering how I was to
get a steed for my love.

I quickly discovered that there were two horses following us, but
whether they gained on us I could not tell; sometimes I thought they
did, and again I fancied otherwise; but, in any case, we had happened
upon a dangerous time, for more than once I heard a pistol shot, even
although neither of us was harmed.

"They are gaining on us," I said presently.

"But only one, Roland."

"That is true," I said with a laugh, for now that I had my love by my
side I cared not one whit for danger; neither did I feel my weakness, as
I had feared I should. In truth, my strength had come back to me
wondrously.

Black Ben dashed on at a fine speed as soon as we gained the highway,
but I knew that if our pursuers were well mounted we must in time be
overtaken, for I was never a light man, and must have weighed nine score
pounds even then; while Constance, as I have before stated, was no
slender slip of a maid, but well grown and finely proportioned. However
good a horse may be, he cannot carry two as easily as one, and thus, as
one of our pursuers gained upon us, I had to think of what we were to
do.

"I have a plan," I said presently.

"What, Roland?"

"We will presently let the man close behind us come up to us. I will
unhorse him, and then you shall take his place. There is only one thing
against that."

"What is that?" she asked eagerly.

"Only that a man's saddle will be on the nag's back, and it will look
strange for a maid to be riding on a man's saddle."

I felt her laughing as I spoke, at the which I wondered.

"Why do you laugh?" I asked.

"Because I am afraid I should look more strange on a woman's saddle than
a man's," she replied.

At this I laughed too, for now I realized that she was dressed in the
attire of a gallant, the which I had not noticed at first, seeing that
she wore a long cloak.

She did not seem to have a vestige of fear, and I knew by the tone of
her voice that her heart was light, even in spite of all she had passed
through.

Presently we came to a lonely spot, and then I allowed the man who had
been shouting at us to stop to overtake us.

It was but the work of a moment. The man was no swordsman, neither was
he prepared for my attack. In truth, I believe he expected to find only
Constance, so heedlessly did he ride up. As it was, he fell to the
ground stunned and helpless.

In less time than it takes me to tell, Constance had leaped on to the
man's horse, and we were soon galloping side by side towards London.

"They cannot catch us now," she laughed.

"Why do you think so?"

"Because I have the better horse. The man who rode this left the other
far behind."

After this we spoke not for some time, but rode steadily on.

"You are not afraid, Constance?"

"Not with you," she replied, and my heart burned with joy at the sound
of her voice.

Now and then as we passed into an open space I saw that the feather of
her hat waved in the wind, and that the cloak slipped from her
shoulders, revealing the gay attire she wore.

"I'faith, you make a pretty man," I said.

"Do I ride like one, Roland?"

"Ay, and you ride like one, too. In truth, so well do you ride that I
would e'en like a kiss to assure myself that thou art not some gay
gallant who hath come riding with me."

Again we dashed on, until when morning came we had wellnigh reached
Barnet, and here I deemed it well to turn aside and make my way through
the village of Enfield instead of keeping nearer London. Here we stopped
and breakfasted while the horses were fed and groomed. No one cast
suspicious eyes upon us, for in truth Constance might have passed as my
younger brother, so bravely did she carry herself. Not even the maid of
whom Will Shakespeare wrote in the play _As You Like It_, looked half as
sweet and charming as she.

"I would call you Rosalind, only Will's heroine was not half so fair as
thee, neither was she half so brave," I laughed as we breakfasted
together in the inn.

I saw her lip quiver at this, and the tears well up into her eyes; and
then I felt that, although she was as brave as any man--nay, braver than
any man I ever knew--she was still a woman. I saw that, while she was
fearless and bold in the face of danger, she became trembling and
fearful now that the danger was over. Perchance, too, she remembered
her father's fate, and thought of her own lonely condition. But that was
only for a minute, for her eyes had neither tears nor sorrow in them as
they looked up into mine and told me of her love.

By noon we had reached my father's house. I did not come in at the lodge
gate, but entered by an unfrequented way. It was by a wicket gate which
led through a shrubbery and up to a postern door, a door which was
seldom opened in the old days when I lived at home.

My heart seemed ready to burst as I came in sight of the house, for it
was now nearly two years since I had seen it; and after all, there is no
spot on earth which affects a man as much as the place where he was born
and reared.

"I trust my father is at home," I said to Constance.

"Ay, he is, and here to greet thee, Roland!"

I turned and saw my father standing by my side.

"I have been expecting thee, Roland."

I looked at him in astonishment.

"Ay, I knew what thou would'st do. Art thou not my own son? That is why
I have been waiting and watching these last twenty-four hours. But come
in," and he opened the postern door. "Fasten the horses here," he said.
"I will give orders concerning them."

He led the way into the room, where I had had the interview with
Katharine Harcomb two years before, while I watched his face closely,
wondering what he would think of Constance.

"Remove your hats and cloaks, will you?" he said.

This we did, and I saw him looking at my love all the time.

Presently, after gazing at her steadily for some moments, his lips
moved.

"I do not wonder," he said. "He could not help it. How could he help it?
Had I been the lad, I should have done just the same."

Neither of us spoke, for I do not think either of us knew what was in
his mind.

"Dost thou love this boy--my boy Roland?" he asked of Constance
presently.

Her face became rosy red, and her eyes gleamed brightly.

"Ay, I do," she said.

"Then wilt thou kiss me, my child?"

Had it been any other man on earth I should have been jealous, but my
heart rejoiced as I saw him kiss my love, for I knew what he thought of
her.

After that he asked us many questions, and when we had answered them he
said sadly, "I have made all provisions."

"What provisions?" I asked.

"Even for thy wedding, and for thy departure," he said sadly. "To-morrow
morn thou shalt go to the old church and be wedded, and then thou must
e'en ride to Gravesend and take passage in the vessel there. Perchance,
when another king cometh, thou canst return again, but not until then."

Neither of us asked him what he meant, for we knew. It grieved us that
we should have to leave my old home, but it had to be, and yet were our
hearts filled with a joy that passeth understanding.

The next night, as we sailed down the river past the Kentish coast, we
stood side by side and hand in hand. We were man and wife.

"Are you sad, Constance?"

"Nay, Roland. The morning will come. Nay, morning is in my heart now,
but morning will also come for our country. For myself I desire
nought--nought, I have everything."

In truth so had I, and yet I longed to bring my wife back to the home of
my boyhood.

Of how we fared in the new land I will say nothing here. Neither will I
tell by what means we at length returned to England again, or describe
the joy of our children as they played amongst the gardens of my old
home, while my father, a white-haired man, watched them tenderly. That
is a part of another story which, please God, I may tell some day.


THE END


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ALL MEN ARE LIARS.

With Frontispiece and Vignette by GORDON BROWNE.

It is no exaggeration to say that the publication of this unique book
created a sensation. It was so strenuously in earnest, so pitiless in
its exposure of the effects of pessimism, and so realistic in its
picture of the dark side of London life, that thousands who had not read
any previous work of Mr. HOCKING'S read it and discussed it in the
press, in the class-room and in private. The striking title, the sombre
strength of the writing, but above all the correctness and purity of the
purpose, combined to render "All Men are Liars" one of the most
remarkable works of the day.

"This is a notable book. Thoughtful people will be fascinated by its
actuality, its fearlessness, and the insight it gives into the influence
of modern thought and literature upon the minds and morals of our most
promising manhood."--Christian World.

"A striking book.... It is strong and earnest and vigorous; it shows
knowledge of the lower class, and impatience and contempt of shams of
all sorts."--Standard.

"We are in the midst of real life, with a record at all times eloquent
and not infrequently brilliant."--Literary World.


ISHMAEL PENGELLY: an Outcast.

With Frontispiece and Vignette by W. S. STACEY.

From the point of view of lurid power and breathless interest one of the
very strongest of all Mr. HOCKING'S books. The wild Cornish background,
the strength of the character-drawing, the atmosphere of tragedy,
combine to make it a work of singular originality.

"As a story this book is a splendid piece of writing, every detail is
interesting, and the situations it creates are novel and
striking."--Record.

"A remarkable novel.... The plot of the story is ingenious, the manner
of its telling essentially dramatic, the character-drawing excellent and
consistent."--Christian World.

"The characters are admirably drawn. An extremely vigorous, healthful
and interesting tale."--Academy.

"The book is to be recommended for the dramatic effectiveness of some of
the scenes. The wild, half-mad woman is always picturesque wherever she
appears, and the rare self-repression of her son is admirably
done."--Athenæum.


THE STORY OF ANDREW FAIRFAX.

With Frontispiece and Vignette by GEORGE HUTCHINSON.

"Andrew Fairfax" is undoubtedly the story by which Mr. HOCKING came into
his own. It placed him at once in the front rank of popular novelists,
and by many competent critics it is considered to be by far his best
book. It has been compared favourably with the best novels of Mr THOMAS
HARDY, but the class of realism to which many readers take objection,
and that is connected with the name of Mr. Hardy, is never to be found
in Mr Hocking's works. A purer, more wholesome, and more manly book than
"Andrew Fairfax" it would be hard to write.

"Rustic scenes and characters are drawn with free, broad touches,
without Mr. Buchanan's artificiality, and, if we may venture to say it,
with more realism than Mr. Hardy's country pictures."--Manchester
Examiner.

"Beautifully told. There are few books better adapted to widen the mind
and discipline the judgment than this noble story."--Liverpool Mercury.

"Few stories by later-day novelists have interested us so keenly. A
brilliant story, rich in sparkling incident and clever character
sketches."--Christian Age.


THE BIRTHRIGHT.

With Three Full-page Illustrations by HAROLD PIFFARD.

"This volume proves beyond all doubt that Mr. Hocking has mastered the
art of the historical romancist. 'The Birthright' is, in its way, quite
as well constructed, as well written, and as full of incident as any
story that has come from the pen of Mr. Conan Doyle or Mr Stanley
Weyman."--Spectator.

"For an historical romance to hold a weary reviewer, to hold him at this
time of day, and to interest him to the end, is in itself a complete
testimony to the power and excellence of that story. We confess that we
read Mr Hocking's book at a sitting; not because we had any leisure for
the task, but simply because the book compelled us.... We hold our
breath as each chapter draws to an end, yet cannot stop there, for the
race is unflagging. We congratulate Mr Hocking upon the book, for it is
a very great advance upon anything he has done."--Daily Chronicle.


MISTRESS NANCY MOLESWORTH.

With Six Full-page Illustrations by F. H. TOWNSEND.

"'Mistress Nancy Molesworth' is as charming a story of the kind as could
be wished, and it excels in literary workmanship as well as in
imaginative vigour and daring invention.... It would hardly be possible
to tell a story of its kind better, or to leave the reader better
pleased at the end."--Scotsman.


FIELDS OF FAIR RENOWN.

With Frontispiece and Vignette by J. BARNARD DAVIS.

This striking story has all the fine qualities which have made Mr
HOCKING'S novels so popular with his huge circle of readers. In none of
his books has he drawn finer pictures of Cornish life, or told a sweeter
love-tale. But this particular story has a peculiar interest of its own,
telling, as it does, of the literary beginnings of an author who
afterwards became one of the most popular novelists of the day. Every
one interested in literature--every one who wishes to know something of
the wire-pulling which is too often at work m the literary world--should
read this remarkable story.

"Mr. Joseph Hocking's 'Fields of Fair Renown' is a novel with a purpose,
and the theme is worked out with a good deal of force and effective
power ... it is both interesting and powerful."--Scotsman.

"Mr Hocking has produced a work which his readers of all classes will
appreciate.... There are exhibited some of the most beautiful aspects of
disposition."--Dundee Advertiser.


AND SHALL TRELAWNEY DIE?

With Three Full-page Illustrations by LANCELOT SPEED.

"We can strongly recommend both stories as healthy and hearty tales,
sensational but not incredible."--British Weekly.

"An engaging and fascinating romance. The reader puts the story down
with a sigh, and wishes there were more of these breezy Cornish uplands,
for Mr. Joseph Hocking's easy style of narrative does not soon
tire."--Weekly Sun.


JABEZ EASTERBROOK.

With Frontispiece and Vignette by W. S. STACEY.

"Jabez Easterbrook" is one of the very few "religious novels" which are
also strikingly interesting as stories, quite apart from their religious
purpose. The life of the Wesleyan Minister has seldom been so
painstakingly or so sympathetically pictured.

"Real strength is shown in the sketches, of which that of Brother Bowman
is most prominent. In its way it is delightful."--Rock.

"A book that can be read with interest and with profit. A clever tale,
cleverly told."--Record.


THE WEAPONS OF MYSTERY.

With Frontispiece

"Weapons of Mystery" is a singularly powerful story of occult influences
and of their execution for evil purposes. Like all Mr HOCKING'S novels,
"Weapons of Mystery" has an underlying religious and moral purpose, but
merely as a story, and quite apart from the purpose which was in the
mind of the author, the tale has a curious fascination for the reader.
The cleverly conceived plot, and the strange experience of the hero and
heroine make "Weapons of Mystery" a story which it is not easy to put
down when once commenced.


ZILLAH: A Romance.

With Frontispiece.

"Zillah" is also a novel with a purpose--in fact--with two purposes. Its
first purpose is to tell a thoroughly interesting story in a thoroughly
interesting way, and in that it certainly succeeds. Its second purpose
is to deal fairly but fearlessly with certain theories about the After
Life and the Spirit World which are just now very much agitating the
minds of religious thinkers. Every one interested in Clairvoyance,
Hypnotism and Spiritualism, should read this strikingly just but
fearlessly outspoken novel.

"The drawing of some of the characters indicates the possession by Mr
Hocking of a considerable gift of humour. The contents of his book
indicate that he takes a genuine interest in the deeper problems of the
day."--Spectator.


THE MONK OF MAR-SABA.

With Frontispiece and Vignette by WALTER S. STACEY.

A very beautiful and human story, the scene of which is laid in the Holy
Land, which Mr. HOCKING visited personally before writing the tale.

"Great power and thrilling interest.... The scenery of the Holy Land has
rarely been so vividly described as in this charming book of Mr
Hocking's."--Star.

"The author has turned his visit to Palestine to good account.... His
descriptions of the wild scenery of different parts of the Holy Land are
both vigorous and graphic, and the stories themselves are
interesting."--Manchester Guardian.

"Powerfully written."--Daily Telegraph.

"Mr. Hocking has undoubtedly the power of telling a stirring incident
well, and he gives one the impression of being pervaded by moral
earnestness."--Spectator.


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