"But are you strong enough to risk it?"
"By St. Luke! strong enough to ride to Land"s End if need be to strike a blow for Beatrix,"--smiting the table with his fist.
"Then together be it, and welcome. Here is to the Countess and her rescue ere the morrow"s sun go down!" and he filled two goblets with wine.
"And death and confusion to her captors," Sir John echoed, raising high his gla.s.s.
Clad in full mail and followed by threescore men-at-arms and as many archers the two Knights set out from Pontefract the following morning.
After due discussion they had determined that the time for cautious indirection was pa.s.sed and that there would be no quibbling with the Abbot of Kirkstall. He would be called upon to produce the Countess or to disclose where she was hidden, as well as to confess all that he knew concerning the abduction. They were not in a mood to argue or to be trifled with; and ill would it be for Aldam if he tried evasion or grew stubborn.
And that they came in spirit scarce pacific was declared by their first act when the Abbey was reached. With the haft of his battle-axe De Lacy struck the outer gate a resounding blow; and getting no prompt response, followed it with a second that rang among the buildings and corridors within. Straightway there came the shuffle of sandaled feet and a fumbling at the wicket, which opening slowly, disclosed the rotund face and heavy, sleepy eyes of Father Ambrose.
"Well! what means this unseemly bl.u.s.ter?" he began. . . . "Your lordships" pardon--I will open instantly," and hurried to remove the bars.
"We seek speech with the Lord Abbot," said De Lacy, halting beside the lodge, while the soldiers filed into the courtyard and drew into line at the farther side.
The monk watched this proceeding with blank surprise.
"Hear you not?" Aymer demanded sharply, letting his mailed hand fall heavily on the other"s shoulder. "We seek the Abbot."
Father Ambrose shrank back in amaze at the tones and action.
"His reverence is engaged at present in a session of the Chapter," he faltered.
"Good--we will interrogate him there," Aymer answered; and Sir John and he galloped across to the church and dismounted.
In the Chapter-house, the brothers, both ecclesiastical and lay, were a.s.sembled in convocation. On the dais, in the recess at one side of the hall, sat the Abbot in his great carved chair of state. He was leaning slightly forward, chin on hand, regarding with calm and critical scrutiny the faces of the white-robed throng below him. And the monks, crowded on their narrow oaken benches, felt the stern eyes upon them and grew restless; for none knew how soon he might be called forward for rebuke before them all. And Aldam did not spare words when he administered his corrections; and not one of the Cistercians but would have chosen the heaviest task of the fields for four and twenty hours in preference to a single minute"s lashing by his biting tongue.
On the Abbot"s right was Father James, the Prior, whose jolly face and ample girth were equalled only by the Sub-prior, Father Albert, the favorite of all the Abbey, who permitted the monks to do their own sweet wills so long as it did not interfere with the necessary labors of the farms and religious ceremonies.
"Let the names of the candidates for admission to full brotherhood in our holy Order be read," the Abbot ordered.
The Chancellor stepped forward and with much rattle of parchment opened the roll and cleared his throat preparatory to intoning. But he got no further. The religious calm was rudely broken by the clash of steel on the bare pavement of the ante-chamber, and as Aldam raised his head in angry surprise the door was flung back and the two Knights, visors up, strode down the aisle.
Instantly there was confusion; the monks, like timid children, drew far away from these impious invaders of their peacefulness; some made as though to flee; and all broke out into cries of alarm and terror.
The Abbot sprang to his feet, his eyes flashing, his face pale with suppressed ire.
"Silence!" he thundered. "Return this instant to your seats, you fearful ones!"
The brothers huddled back into their places, trembling. There was for them small choice between the anger of their ruler and the armed men in their midst.
"Truly this is strange conduct for Sir John de Bury and Sir Aymer de Lacy," the Abbot exclaimed as they halted before the dais. "Since when, pray, has it been deemed knightly to offer such affront to Holy Church?"
"Since a mitred Abbot of Holy Church has shamed his sacred office," De Lacy answered curtly.
"What, sirs!" Aldam cried. "Do you dare insult the Abbot of Kirkstall, here in his very chapter, and hope to go unpunished either in this world or the next?"
Aymer folded his arms over the shaft of his battle axe and laughed grimly.
"In this world methinks small need have we to fear your reverence; and as for the next world we will chance it. But be advised: tax us not with threats; our patience is likely to be short."
"And ours is gone entirely--do you, Sir John de Bury, approve this rash youth"s sacrilege?"
"Aye, that I do," De Bury answered, his face set as stone.
"Are you both mad?" the Abbot exclaimed.
"Yea, that we are," replied De Lacy. "Mad with anger and resentment.
Can you guess why?"
The monk made no answer save a sneer.
"Listen, and you and your underlings shall hear: One evening a month or so aback--your memory, good father, will serve you whether it was one, or two, or three--a certain demoiselle styled Countess of Clare, Maid to Her Majesty, the Queen of England, while near the Hermit"s Cell in the escort of Sir John de Bury, her uncle and guardian, was waylaid and by force and violence seized upon and carried off. And though there was hue and cry and searchings without rest, yet it was unavailing."
"Certes, we know all these matters," Aldam broke in angrily.
"Yes, you know them--and much more."
The Cistercian"s face changed its expression not a whit.
"Are you aware, my lord Abbot, that the Duke of Buckingham has died upon the block?" De Lacy questioned.
Aldam shrugged his shoulders. "It was scarce Stafford"s death that brought you to Kirkstall," he scoffed.
Aymer laughed derisively. "Think you so? Then are you mistaken woefully. But for it I would be at Salisbury and your foul crime still unsuspected."
"Now has patience run its limit!" the Abbot exclaimed. "Brothers of Benedict! throw me these two G.o.dless ones without the gates." And seizing the huge chair beside him, with strength astonishing in one so slender, he whirled it high and brought it down at De Lacy"s head.
But the Knight sprang lightly aside, and the heavy missile, tearing itself by sheer weight from the priest"s fingers, crashed upon the pavement and broke asunder.
If there had been any possibility of help from his frightened flock it was ended by this ill-timed blow. The Prior and his fellows on the dais made not a single motion; and save for an excited swaying and whispering, the monks sat stolid on their benches, either too frightened to flee or too indifferent to the Abbot"s safety to care to aid him. For once had the habit of trembling obedience, yoked upon them by years of stern domination, been loosed by the spirit of fear or the hope of release.
And with a sneer of disgust on his face he surveyed them; and the scorn in his voice must have shamed them to the floor had they been of the blood of such as feel disgrace.
"You cowardly curs!" he exclaimed; "have you no spark of manhood left among you?"
"Perchance they, in their turn, can dub you cur," said De Lacy tersely, springing on the dais and taking hold upon the Abbot"s arm; "for here, on the dying word of the Duke of Buckingham, do I accuse you of complicity in the abduction of the Countess of Clare."
Aldam shook off the mailed fingers.
"What! What!" he cried. "Would you lay hands in violence upon one of G.o.d"s anointed? . . . Stand back, Sir Aymer de Lacy . . . and you, too, Sir John de Bury, lest I smite you both with the Church"s anathema."
A gasp of horror came from the monks, and even the two Priors were appalled at the threat--dire enough, indeed, to most men in that age, but little short of h.e.l.l itself to such as were cloister-bred.
De Lacy folded his arms again over his battle-axe.
"It was no purpose nor intent of mine," he said, "to offer you violence------"