"By the devil, who will not carry me away before I have seen our duke, at least," said Rothsay, "I will be, like you, one of the first to press his hand. Have I not, in my fresh youth, risked my life to hasten by a quarter of an hour a love tryst? Why should I not risk it in order to see our duke a quarter of an hour sooner?"
A man with troubled face appeared on deck shortly after Rothsay.
"My lord," said he entreatingly, "my lord, you expose your life by this imprudence! The least violent movement may renew the hemorrhage from this old wound which----"
"The devil! doctor, could my blood flow better or more n.o.bly than at the feet of James of Monmouth?" cried Rothsay with enthusiasm.
"But, my lord, the danger----"
"But, doctor, it would be to his everlasting shame if Jocelyn Rothsay should be one of the last to embrace our duke. I made this voyage for no other purpose. d.i.c.k will lend me one shoulder, Percy another, and it is sustained by these two brave champions that I shall come to say to James: Here are three of your faithful soldiers of Bridgewater."
So saying, the young man abandoned his two servants, and supported himself on the shoulders of the two robust n.o.blemen.
The roll of drums, to which was added the flourish of trumpets, the shrill noise of the boatswain"s whistle, announced that the marines and infantry belonging to the frigate were a.s.sembling; very soon they were drawn up on deck, with their officers at their head.
"Why this show of arms?" asked Mortimer of Chemerant.
"To render homage to the duke and to receive him with the honors of war when he comes directly to review the troops."
The captain of the frigate advanced toward the group of gentlemen: "Gentlemen, I have just received the orders of his grace."
"Well?" all said with one voice.
"His highness will receive you at eleven o"clock precisely; that is to say, in exactly five minutes."
It is impossible to give any idea of the exclamations of profound joy which escaped from every breast.
"Hold! now, d.i.c.k, I feel myself growing faint," said Mortimer.
"The devil! pay attention, Percy," said Rothsay; "do not fall; you are one of my legs."
"I," said Dudley, "I have a sort of vertigo----"
"Listen, d.i.c.k; listen, Jocelyn," said Mortimer; "these worthy companions have never seen our duke; be generous, let them go first; we shall see him first from a distance; that will give us time to place ourselves in his sight. Is it done?"
"Yes, yes," said d.i.c.k and Jocelyn.
Eleven o"clock sounded. For some moments the deck of the frigate offered a spectacle truly grand. The soldiers and marines in arms covered the gangways. The officers, bareheaded, preceding the gentlemen, slowly descended the narrow stairway which led to the apartment appropriated to the Duke of Monmouth.
Last, behind this first group advanced Mortimer and Dudley, sustaining between them the young Lord Rothsay, whose bowed figure and trembling steps contrasted with the tall stature and manly bearing of his two supports.
While the other gentlemen inc.u.mbered the narrow stairway, the three lords--these three n.o.ble types of chivalrous fidelity--remained on the deck.
"Listen, listen," said Dudley, "perhaps we shall hear the voice of James----"
In fact, the most profound silence reigned at first, but it was soon interrupted by exclamations of joy with which mingled lively and tender protestations. At last the stairway was free.
Scarcely moderating their impatience from regard for Lord Rothsay, who descended with difficulty, the two lords reached the gun-deck and entered in their turn the great cabin of the frigate, where Croustillac gave audience to his partisans. For some moments the three n.o.blemen were stupefied by the tableau presented to their eyes.
At the back of the great cabin, which was lighted by five portholes, Croustillac, clothed in his old green coat and pink stockings, stood proudly beside De Chemerant; the latter, swelling with pride, seemed to triumphantly present the chevalier to the English gentlemen.
A little back of De Chemerant stood the captain of the frigate and his staff. The partisans of Monmouth, picturesquely grouped, surrounded the Gascon.
The adventurer, although a little pale, retained his audacity; seeing that he was not recognized, he resumed little by little his accustomed a.s.surance, and said to himself: "Mortimer must have boasted of knowing me intimately in order to give himself airs of familiarity with a n.o.bleman of my degree. Come then, zounds! let that last which can!"
The force of illusion is such that among the gentlemen who pressed around the adventurer some discovered a very decided "family look" to Charles II.; others, a striking resemblance to his portraits.
"My lords and gentlemen," said Croustillac, with a gesture toward De Chemerant, "this gentleman, in reporting to me your wishes, has decided me to return to your midst."
"My lord duke, with us it is to the death!" cried the most enthusiastic.
"I count on that, my lords; as for me, my motto shall be: "All for England and"----"
"This is too much impudence! blood and murder!" thundered Lord Mortimer, interrupting the chevalier and springing toward him with blazing eyes and clinched fists, while Dudley upheld Lord Jocelyn.
The apostrophe of Mortimer had an astounding effect on the spectators and the actors in this scene. The English gentlemen turned quickly toward Mortimer. De Chemerant and the officers looked at each other with astonishment, as yet comprehending none of his words.
"Zounds! here we are," thought Croustillac; "only to see this tipsy brute; I should smell the Mortimer a league off." The n.o.bleman stepped into the empty s.p.a.ce that the gentlemen had left between the Gascon and themselves, in recoiling; he planted himself before him, his arms crossed, his eyes flashing, looking him straight in the face, exclaiming in a voice trembling with rage: "Ah! you are James of Monmouth--you!--it is to me--Mortimer--that you say that?"
Croustillac was sublime in his impudence and coolness; he answered Mortimer with an accent of melancholy reproach: "Exile and adversity must indeed have changed me much if my best friend no longer recognizes me!" Then, half-turning toward De Chemerant, the chevalier added in a low tone: "You see, it is as I told you; the emotion has been too violent; his poor head is completely upset. Alas, this unhappy man does not know me!"
Croustillac expressed himself so naturally and with so much a.s.surance, that De Chemerant still hesitated to believe himself the dupe of so enormous an imposition; he did not long retain any doubts on this subject.
Lord Dudley and Lord Rothsay joined Mortimer and the other gentlemen in showering upon the unfortunate Gascon the most furious apostrophes and insults.
"This miserable vagabond dares to call himself James of Monmouth!"
"The infamous impostor!"
"The scoundrel must have murdered him in order to pa.s.s himself off for him!"
"He is an emissary of William!"
"That beggar, James, our duke!"
"What audacity!"
"To dare to tell such a lie!"
"He ought to have his tongue torn out!"
"To deceive us so impudently--we who had never seen the duke!"
"This cries for vengeance!"
"Since he takes his name he must know where he is!"
"Yes, he shall answer for our duke!"