But Hal soon perceived this fact: that playing a part on the stage and playing a part in real life are two vastly different matters. A great actor of the first may be a great failure in the second, and the worst stage player may, under sufficient stress, fill an a.s.sumed character deceptively in real life. The spectator in a theatre expects to see a character pretended, and knows that what he sees is make-believe, not real. A spectator in real life, chosen to be duped, expects no such thing, and is therefore ready to take a pretence for what it purports to be. Whatever may occur eventually to undeceive him, he is in proper mind for deception at first contact with the pretence. And the very unlikelihood of such an attempt as Hal"s, the very seeming impossibility of its success, was reason for Roger Barnet"s not having suspected it.
These thoughts now occurred to Hal for the first time. Should he succeed in his novel adventure, he might congratulate himself upon the achievement, not of a great feat of stage-playing, indeed, though to his stage training he owed his quick perception and imitation of Sir Valentine"s chief physical peculiarities, but of a singular and daring act, in which he both actually and figuratively played a part.
But was he destined to succeed? Was Roger Barnet still upon his track?
Or was he fleeing from nothing, leaving a track for n.o.body to follow?
Well, he must trust to those at Fleetwood house to keep Sir Valentine"s actual whereabouts from discovery, and to Barnet"s skill in picking up the trace that a fugitive _must_ leave, w.i.l.l.y-nilly. But what if fate, so fond of playing tricks on mortals, should conceive the whim of covering up the track of this one fugitive who desired his track to be seen? Hal cast away this thought. He must proceed, confidently, though in blindness as to what was doing behind him. At present, silence was there; no sound of far-off horse-hoofs. But this might be attributed to Barnet"s interruption by Anne"s party; to measures for procuring fresh horses, and to the necessary delivery of the letters of which the queen had told him. And so, fleeing from cold darkness and the unknown into cold darkness and the unknown, deep in his thoughts, and trusting to his star. Master Marryott rode on through Baldock and toward Biggleswade.
Kit Bottle presently called his attention to their having pa.s.sed out of Hertfordshire into Bedfordshire.
The captain had been hard put to it for a fellow talker. His remarks to Hal had elicited only absent monosyllables or silence. At last, with a gulp as of choking down an antipathy, he had ridden forward to Anthony and tried conversation with that person. Master Underhill listened as one swallows by compulsion a disagreeable dose, and gave brief, surly answers. Kit touched with perfect freedom upon the other"s most private concerns, not deeming that a despised dissenter had a right to the ordinary immunities.
"Marry, I know not which astoundeth me the more," said the soldier; "that a papist should keep a Puritan in"s household, or that the Puritan should serve the papist!"
Anthony was for a moment silent, as if to ignore the impudent speech; but then, in a manner of resignation, as if confession and apology were part of his proper punishment, he said, with a lofty kind of humility:
"The case no more astoundeth you than it reproacheth me. It biteth my conscience day and night, and hath done so this many a year. Daily I resolve me to quit the service of them that cherish the gauds and idolatries of papistry. But the flesh is weak; I was born in Sir Valentine"s household, and I could not find strength to wrench me from it."
"Ay," said Kit, "no doubt it hath been in its way a fat stewardship, though the estate be decreased. The master being so oft abroad, and all left to your hands, I"ll warrant there have been plump takings, for balm to the bites o" conscience."
"I perceive you are a flippant railer; but you touch me not. What should they of no religion understand of the bites of conscience?"
"No religion! Go to, man! Though I be a soldier, and of a free life, look you, I"ve practised more religions than your ignorance wots of; and every one of them better than your scurvy, hang-dog, vinegar-faced non conformity! Nay, I have been Puritan, too, when it served my turn, in the days when I was of Walsingham"s men. He had precisian leanings, and so had the clerk o" the council. Mr. Beal. But you are an ingrate, to fatten on a good service, yet call it a reproach!"
"Fatten!" echoed the Puritan, glancing down at his spare frame. "Mayhap it hath been a good service formerly, by comparison with its having this night made me partaker in a five days" lie, abettor of a piece of play-acting, and a.s.sociate of a scurrilous soldier!"
With which Anthony Underhill quickened his horse so as to move from the captain"s side; whereupon Kit, too amazed for timely outward resentment, lapsed into silent meditation.
They rode through Biggleswade. Fatigue was now telling on them. Hal"s latest sleep had been that of the previous morning, in the cold open air of Whitehall garden,--an age ago it seemed! Kit"s most recent slumbers, taken even earlier, had been, doubtless, in equally comfortless circ.u.mstances. Hal learned, by a question, that Anthony had pa.s.sed yesternight in bed, warm and sober. So Hal decided that when the three should stop at dawn for rest, food, change of horses, and the removal of the false beard, himself and Kit should attempt an hour"s repose while Anthony should watch. The Puritan should be one of the sleepers, Kit the watcher, at the second halt. Hal planned and announced all details for a.s.suring an immediate flight on the distant advent of the pursuers. A system of brief stops and of alternate watches could be employed throughout the whole flight without loss of advantage, for Barnet also would have to make similar delays for rest, food, and the changing or baiting of horses.
On wore the night. They pa.s.sed through Eaton Socon, and continued northward instead of turning into St. Neots at the right. They took notice here, as they had taken at previous forkings of the road, that there were houses at or near the junction,--houses in which uneasy slumberers would be awakened by their pa.s.sing and heed which way their horses went. Roger Barnet would have but to ride up noisily, and, perchance, pound and call at a house or two, to bring these persons to windows with word of what they had heard. Hal marvelled as he thought of it the more, how the nature of things will let no man traverse this world, or any part of it, without leaving trace of his pa.s.sage. He saw in this material fact an image of life itself, and in the night silence, broken only by the clatter of his horses and by some far-off dog"s bark or c.o.c.k"s crow, he had many new thoughts. So he rode into Huntingdonshire, and presently, as the pallor of dawn began to blanch the ashen sky, he pa.s.sed Kimbolton, whose castle now seemed a chill death-place for poor Catherine of Aragon; and, four miles farther on, he drew up, in the dim early light, before the inn at Catworth Magna, and set Kit bawling l.u.s.tily for the landlord.
A blinking hostler came from the stable yard, and the beefy-looking host from the inn door, at the same time. But the travellers would not get off their mounts until they were a.s.sured of obtaining fresh ones.
Captain Bottle did the talking. The new horses were brought out to the green before the inn. Kit dismounted and examined them, then struck a bargain with the innkeeper for their use, dragging the latter"s slow wits to a decision by main force. This done, Hal leaped to the ground, called for a room fronting on the green, a speedy breakfast served therein, a razor and shaving materials taken thither, and some oat-cakes and ale brought out to Anthony, who should stay with the horses.
Hal then strode up and down the green, while Anthony ate and Kit and the hostler transferred the saddles and bridles. He kept well m.u.f.fled about the face with his cloak, in such manner as at once to display his beard and yet conceal the evidence of its falseness. The new horses ready, Anthony mounted one, and, under pretence of exercising them, moved off with them toward the direction whence Barnet would eventually come. Hal, to forestall hindrance in case of a necessarily hasty departure, handed the innkeeper gold enough to cover all charges he might incur, and was shown, with Kit, to a small, bare-walled, wainscoted, plastered, slope-roofed room up-stairs. He threw open the cas.e.m.e.nt toward the green, and promptly fell upon the eggs, fish, and beer that were by this time served upon a board set on stools instead of on trestles. Finishing simultaneously with Kit, Hal took off his false beard, strewed its severed tufts over the floor, and then submitted his face, which had a few days" natural growth of stubble, to a razor wielded by the captain.
After this operation, the two stretched themselves upon the bed, in their clothes, their heads toward the open window.
A dream of endless riding, varied by regularly renewed charges against a wall of plunging horses that invariably fled away to intervene again, and by the alternate menacings and mockings of a beautiful face, culminated in a clamorous tumult like the shouting of a mult.i.tude. Hal sprang up. Bottle was bounding from the bed at the same instant.
The sound was only the steadily repeated, "Halloo, halloo!" of Anthony Underhill beneath the open window. Hal looked out. The Puritan sat his horse on the green, holding the other two animals at his either side, all heads pointed northward. On seeing Hal, he beckoned and was silent.
Hal and Kit rushed to the pa.s.sage, thence down the stairs, and through the entrance-way, to horse. The landlord, called forth by Anthony"s hullabaloo, stared at them in wonder. Hal returned his gaze, that an impression of the newly shaven face might remain well fixed in the host"s mind; and then jerked rein for a start. Neither Hal nor Kit had yet taken time to look for the cause of Anthony"s alarm. As they galloped away from the inn, Hal heard the patter of horses coming up from the south. He turned in his saddle, expecting to see Roger Barnet and his crew in full chase.
But the horses were only two in number, and on them were Mistress Hazlehurst, in a crimson cloak and hood, and the page in green who had attended her at the theatre. Hal"s heart bounded with sudden pleasure.
As he gazed back at her, he caught himself smiling.
She saw him, noted his two companions, and seemed to be in doubt. The landlord was still before the inn. She reined up, and spoke to him. Hal could see the innkeeper presently, while answering her, put his hand to his chin. "Good!" thought Hal; "he is telling her that, though I depart smooth-faced, I arrived bearded."
The next moment, she and the page were riding after the three fugitives.
Without decreasing his pace, Hal asked Anthony:
"Was it she only that you saw coming? Are Barnet"s men behind?"
""Twas she only. But she is enough to raise the country on us!"
"Think you that is her purpose?"
"Ay," replied Anthony. "She hath heard of the treason matter from the pursuivant, and hath shot off, like bolt from bow, to denounce you. "Tis her method of vengeance."
""Tis like a woman--of a certain kind," commented Kit Bottle, who had taken in the situation as promptly as the others had.
""Tis like a Hazlehurst," said Anthony.
"Well," said Master Marryott, for a pretext, ""tis doubtless as you say; but I desire a.s.surance. It may serve us to know her intentions. She cannot harm us here." (They were now out of the village.) "Though she would raise h.e.l.l"s own hue and cry about us, she might halloo her loudest, none would hear at this part of the road. We shall wait for her."
Anthony cast a keen glance at Hal, and Kit Bottle thrust his tongue in his cheek and looked away,--manifestations at which Hal could only turn red and wish that either of the two had given some open cause for rebuke. He was determined, however; the temptation to play with fire in the shape of a beautiful woman was too alluring, the danger apparently too little. So the three horses dropped to a walk, and presently the two that followed were at their heels. Hal looked back as she came on, to see if she still carried the sword she had used on the previous night; but he saw no sign of it about her. In fact, she had given it to Francis, who bore at his girdle a poniard also.
"Mistress, you travel ill-protected," was Hal"s speech of greeting.
"So my brother must have done when he met you last," was her prompt and defiant answer.
She let her horse drop into the gait of Hal"s, and made no move to go from his side. The Puritan resumed his place at the head, and Francis, in order to be immediately behind his mistress, fell in with Kit Bottle. In this order the party of five proceeded northward, their horses walking.
"I did not harm your brother," reiterated Marryott, with a sigh.
"I perceive," she replied, ironically, "you are not the man that hurt my brother. You have made of yourself another man, by giving yourself another face! G.o.d "a" mercy, the world is dull, indeed, an it is to be fooled with a sc.r.a.pe of a razor! You should have bought the silence of mine host yonder, methinks! And changed your company, altered your att.i.tude, rid yourself of the stiffness from the wound my brother gave you, and washed your face of the welt my sword left! You have a good barber, Sir Valentine; he hath shaved a score of years from your face; he hath renewed your youth as if with water from that fountain men tell of, in America!"
"The loss of a long-worn beard indeed giveth some men a strange look of youth," a.s.sented Hal, as if humoring her spirit of bitter derision against himself. He was glad of her conviction that he could look youthful and yet be the middle-aged Sir Valentine.
""Twas so in the case of an uncle of mine," she said, curtly, "which the more hindereth your imposing on me with a face of five and twenty."
"Five and twenty?" echoed Hal, involuntarily, surprised that he should appear even so old. But a moment"s reflection told him that his age must be increased in appearance by the a.s.sumed stiffness of his att.i.tude; by the frown and the l.a.b.i.al rigidity he partly simulated, partly had acquired since yesterday; by the gauntness and pallor, both due to nervous tension and to lack of sleep and food. He was indeed an older man than the "Laertes" of two days ago, and not to be recognized as the same, for in the play he had worn a mustache and an air little like his present thoughtful mien.
"And I"ll warrant this new face will serve you little to throw them off that are coming yonder," she went on, indicating the rearward road by a slight backward toss of the head.
"Certain riders from London, mean you?" said Hal. "By your leave, madam, sith you be in their secrets, I would fain know how far behind us they ride?"
"Not so far but they will be at your heels ere this day"s sun grow tired of shining."
"Ay, truly? They will do swift riding, then!"
"Mayhap "twill come of their swift riding," she replied, taunted by his courteous, almost sugary, tone. "And mayhap, of your meeting hindrance!"
"Prithee, what should put hindrance in my way?" he inquired, with a most annoying pretence of polite surprise and curiosity.
"I will!" she cried. "I have run after you for that purpose!"
"G.o.d"s light, say you so? And what will you do to hinder me?"