"I know all that now, dear," he said with some impatience. "Heaven knows I am paying dearly enough for my cowardice and my folly. But even now I cannot understand how my name became mixed up with those of the rebels. Somebody must have sworn false information against me. But who? I haven"t an enemy in the world, have I, dear?"
"No, no," she said quickly, but even as she spoke the look of involuntary alarm in her face belied the a.s.surance of her lips.
But this was not the moment to add to his anxiety by futile, worrying conjectures. He had sent for her because he wanted her, and she was here to do for him, to help and support him in every way that her strength of will and her energy would dictate.
"You sent for me, Philip," she said with a cheerful, hopeful smile.
Her look seemed to put fresh life into his veins. In a moment he tried to conquer his despondency, and with a quick gesture he tore open the rough, woollen shirt he wore, and from beneath it drew a packet of letters. Not only his hand now, but his whole figure seemed to quiver with excitement as he gazed at this packet with glowing eyes.
"These letters, dear," he said in a whisper, "are my one hope of safety.
They have not left my body day or night ever since I first understood my position and realised my danger, and now, with them, I place my life in your hands."
"Yes, Philip?"
"They prove my innocence," he continued, as nervously he pulled at the string that held the letters together. "Here is one from Lovat," he added, handing one of these to Patience, "read it, dear, quickly. You will see he begs me to join the Pretender"s standard. Here"s another from Kilmarnock-that was after the retreat from Derby-he upbraids me for holding aloof. I was in hiding at Nottingham then, but _they_ knew where I was, and would not leave me alone. They would have followed me if they could. And here ... better still ... is one from Charles Edward himself, just before he fled to France, calling me a traitor for my loyalty to King George."
Feverishly he tore open letter after letter, thrusting them into her hand, scanning them with burning, eager eyes. She took them from him one by one, glanced at them, then quietly folded each precious piece of paper, and tied the packet together again. Her hand did not shake, but beneath her cloak she pressed the letters to her heart, the letters that meant the safety of her dear one"s life.
"Oh! if I had known all this sooner!" she sighed involuntarily.
But that was the only reproach that escaped her lips for his want of confidence in her.
"I nearly yielded to Lovat"s letter," said the boy, hesitatingly.
"I know, I know, dear," she said with an infinity of indulgence in her gentle smile. "We won"t speak of the past any more. Now let us arrange the future."
He tried to master his excitement, throwing off with an effort of will his feverishness and his morbid self-condemnation.
He had done a foolish and a cowardly thing; he knew that well enough.
Fate had dealt him one of those cruel blows with which she sometimes strikes the venial offender, letting so often the more hardened criminal go scatheless.
For months now Philip had been a fugitive, disguised in rough clothes, hiding in barns and inns of doubtful fame, knowing no one whom he could really trust, to whom he dared disclose his place of temporary refuge, or confide a message for his sister. Treachery was in the air; he suspected everyone. The bill of attainder had condemned so many men to death, and rebel-hunting and swift executions were in that year of grace the order of the day.
"I could do nothing without you, dear," he said more quietly. "I must hide now like a hunted beast, and must be grateful for the sheltering roof of honest Stich. I have been branded as a traitor by Act of Parliament, my life is forfeit, and it is even a crime for any man to give me food and shelter. The lowest footpad who haunts the Moor has the right to shoot me like a mad dog."
"Don"t! don"t, dear!" she pleaded.
"I only wished you to understand that I was not such an abject coward as I seemed. I could not get to you or reach the Hall."
"I quite understood that, dear. Now, tell me, you wish me to take these letters to London?"
"At once. The sooner they are laid before the King and Council the better. I must get to the fountain head as quickly as possible. Once I am caught they will give me no chance of proving my innocence. I have been tried by Act of Parliament, found guilty and condemned to death.
You realise that, dear, don"t you?"
"Yes, Philip, I do," she replied very quietly.
"Once in London, who do you think can best help you?"
"Lady Edbrooke, of course. Her husband has just been appointed equerry to the King."
"Ah! that"s well! Aunt Charlotte was always fond of me. She"ll be kind to you, I know."
"I think you should write to her. I"d take that letter too."
"When can you start?"
"Not for a few hours unfortunately. The horses must be put up. We have been on the road since dawn."
They were both quite calm now, and discussed these few details as if life or death were not the outcome of the journey.
Patience was glad to see that the boy had entirely shaken off the almost hysterical horror he had of his unfortunate position.
They were suddenly interrupted by John Stich"s cautious voice at the entrance of the shed.
"Your ladyship"s pardon," said John, respectfully, "but there"s a coach coming up the road from Hartington way. I thought perhaps it might be more prudent..."
"Hartington!"
Brother and sister had uttered the exclamation simultaneously. He in astonishment, she in obvious alarm.
"Who can it be, John, think you?" she asked with quivering lips.
"Well, it couldn"t very well be anyone except Sir Humphrey Challoner, my lady. No one else"d have occasion to come down these G.o.d-forsaken roads. But they are some way off yet," he added rea.s.suringly, "I saw them first on the crest of the further hill. Maybe his Honour is on his way to Derby."
Patience was trying to conquer her agitation, but it was her turn now to seem nervous and excited.
"Oh! I didn"t want him to find me here!" she said quickly. "I ... I mistrust that man, Philip ... foolishly perhaps, and ... if he sees me ... he might guess ... he might suspect..."
"Nay, my lady, there"s not much fear of that, craving your pardon,"
hazarded John Stich, cheerfully. "If "tis Sir Humphrey "twill take his driver some time yet to walk down the incline, and then up again to the cross-roads. "Tis a mile and a half for sure, and the horses"ll have to go foot pace. There"s plenty of time for your ladyship to be well on your way before they get here."
She felt rea.s.sured evidently, for she said more calmly,-
"I"ll have to put up somewhere, John, for a few hours, for the sake of the horses. Where had that best be?"
"Up at Aldwark, I should say, my lady, at the Moorhen."
"Perhaps I could get fresh horses there, and make a start at once."
"Nay, my lady, they have no horses at the Moorhen fit for your ladyship to drive. "Tis only a country inn. But they"d give your horses and men a feed and rest, and if your ladyship"ll pardon the liberty, you"ll need both yourself."
"Yes, yes," said Philip, anxiously regarding the beautiful face which looked so pale and weary. "You must rest, dear. The journey to London will be long and tedious ..."
"But Aldwark is not on my way," she said with a slight frown of impatience.
"The inn is but a mile from here, your ladyship," rejoined Stich, "and your horses could never reach Wirksworth without a long rest. "Tis the best plan, an your ladyship would trust me!"
"Trust you, John!" she said with a sweet smile, as she extended one tiny hand to the faithful smith. "I trust you implicitly, and you shall give me your advice. What is it?"