"At daybreak. The rain and darkness delayed me until then."
"By St. George! plead no excuse. It was an amazing ride in such weather."
"I made bold to use the post horses; but it was heavy labor even for them."
"And for you as well, my good De Lacy. This King thanks you--perchance the next one will not," and he laughed queerly.
"It is this King I serve; not the next one."
"I believe you," said Richard, putting his hand on Aymer"s shoulder.
"Now let me hear the story."
And De Lacy told it in the fewest words he could; making no mention of Flat-Nose or Darby.
For a while Richard sat quiet, pulling at his chin.
"What a miserable scoundrel Stanley is," he said presently. "He refuses Stafford because he scents failure ahead; and is ready to make capital of a trusting friend by betraying him to his doom. For well he sees that Buckingham has gone too far to recede. I would he had stood with them,--his own scheming Countess and Buckingham. Then I could have wiped all of them out at one blow." He struck the bell. "Summon the Master of Horse," he ordered.
"Ratcliffe," he said, when the latter entered, "Buckingham revolts on the eighteenth; Richmond lands in England that same day. Dispatch instantly to the Lord Chancellor for the great seal, and have commissions of array drawn. Let messengers start with the sun to all the royal domains and summon hither every man who can wield a sword or draw a bow. What"s the weather?"
"There is no improvement, my liege."
"It will, of a surety, have rained itself out by morning. For it to continue means a slow muster, and the time is all too short as it is,"
the King said meditatively. "And hark you, further," he broke out suddenly, "let word go to Lord Stanley at Lathom, this night yet, of this matter, bidding him instantly gather his retainers and report at Nottingham."
Ratcliffe hurried away, to return almost instantly with a packet which he gave the King.
"From Stanley," he said. "It arrived but this moment."
Richard flashed a smile across to De Lacy.
"He moves quickly, by St. Paul!" . . . then with a touch of sarcasm: "Hold a bit, Ratcliffe; perchance our news may be a trifle old in Lathom." He broke the seals and spread the parchment under the candles on the table. It ran:
"To Our Sovereign Lord the King:
"It has come to us that Henry Tudor, styled Earl of Richmond, intends to sail with an army from St. Malo, on the twelfth day coming of the present month, and will adventure to land at the town of Plymouth on the sixth day thereafter, there and then to proclaim himself King.
According, will we muster instantly our Strength and proceed, with all dispatch, to meet Your Majesty at Nottingham, or wheresoever it may be we are commanded.
"Written with humble allegiance and great haste at our Castle of Lathom, this tenth day of October.
"Stanley."
"It will be unnecessary to advise the Lord Stanley--he has already learned of the matter," said Richard--and Ratcliffe hurried away. He pa.s.sed the letter to De Lacy. "Read it. . . Now you see the depth and foresight of this man. But for your chance discovery and furious ride he would have been the first to warn me of this danger. Note his shrewdness: he does not mention Buckingham, but only the Tudor, his own step-son; and hence the greater will seem his loyalty. And by St.
Paul! he bests me. I must accept his message at its seeming value; for he will now follow it by prompt action. Yet his motive is as plain as G.o.d"s sun: he would hasten Buckingham to the block, and himself to his dead friend"s offices. Well, so be it. When I can read his purposes I hold him half disarmed. He shall be Constable of England--have the t.i.tle without its dangerous powers. The higher he go the further the fall when he stumble," and the dagger went down into its sheath with a click. . . "Pardieu, De Lacy! it would seem that you are ever getting into my confidences. But then neither do you like the Stanley."
"So little, Sire, that I shall hope to see that stumble."
"It will be a pa.s.sing grateful sight to many another also, I warrant."
Then with one of those quick shifts of thought characteristic of his active mind: "Did you find naught of the Countess of Clare in all these weeks?"
"I came upon a clue last night," De Lacy answered.
"And let it slip to hasten hither?"
"Not exactly; the clue will follow me here."
"Follow you? Explain."
"I found Flat-Nose in Sheffield."
"And caught him?"
"Alas! no; he escaped in the darkness, but we captured his companion.
He is the clue that follows."
"Was there anything about him to show what lord he serves?"
"He serves Your Majesty."
"What, sir!--Serves me?"
Aymer bowed. "It is Lord Darby."
The King raised his eyebrows and fell to stroking his chin again; then arose and began to pace the room.
"Pardieu, man! but you have brought a budget of surprises," he said.
"Are you sure it was Flat-Nose? You have never seen him."
"He fit Sir John de Bury"s words as the glove the hand--my squire was as convinced as myself."
"Give me the full details."
The King listened with a frown, but at the end he made no comment.
"Let Lord Darby be brought before me as soon as he arrives," he said simply. "Meanwhile you are excused from attendance till the morrow.
Good night. . . By St. Paul! this Darby business is untimely," he soliloquized. "He has some strength in Yorkshire, and it will be unwise to estrange it at this crisis. Yet appearances are dark against him, and if he have no adequate explanation he dies. . . But if he have a good defence, why not accept it for the nonce? And then, after Buckingham has shot his foolish bolt, look deeper into the matter. . .
Now as to this rebellion," resuming his walk back and forth, "it will require six days for the seal to come from London. Therefore to-morrow shall the Commissioners go North and East with an order under my own seal, and the formal authority can follow after them--they can levy in the interval and muster later." Pausing at the window he swung back the cas.e.m.e.nt. "Parbleu! how it rains . . . it will flood every river in England . . . and it will fight for us. I will destroy the bridges of the Severn; Buckingham will be unable to pa.s.s; his juncture with Richmond and the Southern rebels will be prevented--and I can ma.s.s my strength and cut them up in detail."
Then with his own hand he wrote the orders to Sir Thomas Vaughan, Rice ap Thomas, and others of the royal captains and trusty Yorkist adherents in Wales and Shropshire; and lastly he indited a proclamation, wherein Henry Stafford was declared a traitor, and a reward of a thousand pounds put upon his head. These finished, and confided to Ratcliffe for forwarding, Richard sought the Queen"s apartments and remained in converse with her for an hour, but said never a word of the occurrences of the evening lest they disturb her night"s repose. It would be time enough in the morning for her to begin again the old fear for her lord"s life--for his crown she cared not a whit.
XX
IN ABEYANCE