It was a startlingly beautiful sight that his eyes fell upon when he came up the wooden stairs on to the stage that ran round the arena where the sport was just beginning. It was an amphitheatre, perhaps forty yards across; and the seats round it were filled with the most brilliant costumes, many of which blazed with jewels. Hanging over the top of the palisade were rich stuffs and tapestries. The Queen herself no doubt with Alencon was seated somewhere to the right, as Anthony could see by the canopy, with the arms of England and France embroidered upon its front; but he was too near to her to be able to catch even a glimpse of her face or figure. The awning overhead was furled, as the day was so fine, and the winter sunshine poured down on the dresses and jewels. All the Court was there; and Anthony recognised many great n.o.bles here and there in the specially reserved seats. A ceaseless clangour of trumpets and cymbals filled the air, and drowned not only the conversation but the terrific noise from the arena where half a dozen great dogs, furious with hunger and excited as much by the crowds and the brazen music overhead as by the presence of their fierce adversary, were baiting a huge bear chained to a ring in the centre of the sand.
Anthony"s heart sank a little as he noticed the ladies of the Court applauding and laughing at the abominable scene below, no doubt in imitation of their mistress who loved this fierce sport; and as he thought of the kind of heart to which he would have to appeal presently.
So through the winter afternoon the bouts went on; the band answered with harsh chords the death of the dogs one by one, and welcomed the collapse of the bear with a strident bellowing pa.s.sage on the great horns and drums; and by the time it was over and the spectators rose to their feet, Anthony"s hopes were lower than ever. Can there be any compa.s.sion left, he wondered, in a woman to whom such an afternoon was nothing more than a charming entertainment?
By the time he was able to get out of his seat and return to the courtyard, the procession had again disappeared, but he was escorted by the same servant to the parlour again, where Mistress Corbet presently rustled in.
"You must stay to-night," she said, "as late as possible. I wish you could sleep here; but we are so crowded with these Frenchmen and Hollanders that there is not a bed empty. The Queen is in better humour, and if the play goes well, it may be that a word said even to-night might reach her heart. I will tell you when it is over. You must be present. I will send you supper here directly."
Anthony inquired as to his dress.
"Nay, nay," said Mistress Corbet, "that will do very well; it is sober and quiet, and a little splashed: it will appear that you came in such haste that you could not change it. Her Grace likes to see a man hot and in a hurry sometimes; and not always like a peac.o.c.k in the shade.--And, Master Anthony, it suits you very well."
He asked what time the play would be over, and that his horse might be saddled ready for him when he should want it; and Mary promised to see to it.
He felt much more himself as he supped alone in the parlour. The bewilderment had pa.s.sed; the courage and spirit of Mary had infected his own, and the stirring strange life of the palace had distracted him from that dreadful brooding into which he had at first sunk.
When he had finished supper he sat in the window seat, pondering and praying too that the fierce heart of the Queen might be melted, and that G.o.d would give him words to say.
There was much else too that he thought over, as he sat and watched the illuminated windows round the little lawn on which his own looked, and heard the distant clash of music from the Hall where the Queen was supping in state. He thought of Mary and of her gay and tender nature; and of his own boyish love for her. That indeed had gone, or rather had been transfigured into a brotherly honour and respect. Both she and he, he was beginning to feel, had a more majestic task before them than marrying and giving in marriage. The religion which made this woman what she was, pure and upright in a luxurious and treacherous Court, tender among hard hearts, sympathetic in the midst of selfish lives--this Religion was beginning to draw this young man with almost irresistible power. Mary herself was doing her part bravely, witnessing in a Protestant Court to the power of the Catholic Faith in her own life; and he, what was he doing? These last three days were working miracles in him. The way he had been received by Walsingham and Aylmer, their apparent inability to see his point of view on this foul bit of treachery, the whole method of the Government of the day;--and above all the picture that was floating now before his eyes over the dark lawn, of the little cell in the Tower and the silent wrenched figure lying upon the straw--the "gallant gentleman" as Mary had called him, who had reckoned all this price up before he embarked on the life of a priest, and was even now paying it gladly and thankfully, no doubt--all this deepened the previous impressions that Anthony"s mind had received; and as he sat here amid the stir of the royal palace, again and again a vision moved before him, of himself as a Catholic, and perhaps---- But Isabel! What of Isabel? And at the thought of her he rose and walked to and fro.
Presently the servant came again to take Anthony to the Presence Chamber, where the play was to take place.
"I understand, sir, from Mistress Corbet," said the man, closing the door of the parlour a moment, "that you are come about Mr. Maxwell. I am a Catholic, too, sir, and may I say, sir, G.o.d bless and prosper you in this.--I--I beg your pardon, sir, will you follow me?"
The room was full at the lower end where Anthony had to stand, as he was not in Court dress; and he could see really nothing of the play, and hear very little either. The children of Paul"s were acting some cla.s.sical play which he did not know: all he could do was to catch a glimpse now and again of the protruding stage, with the curtains at the back, and the glitter of the armour that the boys wore; and hear the songs that were accompanied by a little string band, and the clash of the bra.s.s at the more martial moments. The Queen and the Duke, he could see, sat together immediately opposite the stage, on raised seats under a canopy; a group of halberdiers guarded them, and another small company of them was ranged at the sides of the stage. Anthony could see little more than this, and could hear only isolated sentences here and there, so broken was the piece by the talking and laughing around him. But he did not like to move as Mistress Corbet had told him to be present, so he stood there listening to the undertone talk about him, and watching the faces. What he did see of the play did not rouse him to any great enthusiasm. His heart was too heavy with his errand, and it seemed to him that the occasional glimpses he caught of the stage showed him a very tiresome hero, dressed in velvet doubled and hose and steel cap, strangely unconvincing, who spoke his lines pompously, and was as unsatisfactory as the slender shrill-voiced boy who, representing a woman of marvellous beauty and allurement, was supposed to fire the conqueror"s blood with pa.s.sion.
At last it ended; and an "orator" in apparel of cloth of gold, spoke a kind of special epilogue in rhyming metre in praise of the Virgin Queen, and then retired bowing.
Immediately there was a general movement; the bra.s.s instruments began to blare out, and an usher at the door desired those who were blocking the way to step aside to make way for the Queen"s procession, which would shortly pa.s.s out. Anthony himself went outside with one or two more, and then stood aside waiting.
There was a pause and then a hush; and the sound of a high rating woman"s voice, followed by a murmur of laughter.
In a moment more the door was flung open again, and to Anthony"s surprise Mistress Corbet came rustling out, as the people stepped back to make room. Her eyes fell on Anthony near the door, and she beckoned him to follow, and he went down the corridor after her, followed her silently along a pa.s.sage or two, wondering why she did not speak, and then came after her into the same little oak parlour where he had supped. A servant followed them immediately with lighted candles which he set down and retired.
Anthony looked at Mistress Corbet, and saw all across her pale cheek the fiery mark of the five fingers of a hand, and saw too that her eyes were full of tears, and that her breath came unevenly.
"It is no use to-night," she said, with a sob in her voice; "her Grace is angry with me."
"And, and----" began Anthony in amazement.
"And she struck me," said Mary, struggling bravely to smile. "It was all my fault,"--and a bright tear or two ran down on to her delicate lace. "I was sitting near her Grace, and I could not keep my mind off poor James Maxwell; and I suppose I looked grave, because when the play was over, she beckoned me up, and--and asked how I liked it, and why I looked so solemn--for she would know--was it for _Scipio Africa.n.u.s_, or some other man? And--and I was silent; and Alencon, that little frog-man burst out laughing and said to her Grace something--something shameful--in French--but I understood, and gave him a look; and her Grace saw it, and, and struck me here, before all the Court, and bade me begone."
"Oh! it is shameful," said Anthony, furiously, his own eyes bright too, at the sight of this gallant girl and her humiliation.
"You cannot stay here, Mistress Corbet. This is the second time at least, is it not?"
"Ah! but I must stay," she said, "or who will speak for the Catholics?
But now it is useless to think of seeing her Grace to-night. Yet to-morrow, maybe, she will be sorry,--she often is--and will want to make amends; and then will be our time, so you must be here to-morrow by dinner-time at least."
"Oh, Mistress Corbet," said the boy, "I wish I could do something."
"You dear lad!" said Mary, and then indeed the tears ran down.
Anthony rode back to Lambeth under the stars, anxious and dispirited, and all night long dreamed of pageants and progresses that blocked the street down which he must ride to rescue James. The brazen trumpets rang out whenever he called for help or tried to explain his errand; and Elizabeth rode by, bowing and smiling to all save him.
The next day he was at Greenwich again by dinner-time, and again dined by himself in the oak parlour, waited upon by the Catholic servant. He was just finishing his meal when in sailed Mary, beaming.
"I told you so," she said delightedly, "the Queen is sorry. She pinched my ear just now, and smiled at me, and bade me come to her in her private parlour in half an hour; and I shall put my pet.i.tion then; so be ready, Master Anthony, be ready and of a good courage; for, please G.o.d, we shall save him yet."
Anthony looked at her, white and scared.
"What shall I say?" he said.
"Speak from your heart, sir, as you did to me yesterday. Be bold, yet not overbold. Tell her plainly that he is your friend; and that it was through your action he was betrayed. Say that you love the man. She likes loyalty.--Say he is a fine upstanding fellow, over six feet in height, with a good leg. She likes a good leg.--Say that he has not a wife, and will never have one. Wives and husbands like her not--in spite of _le pet.i.t grenouille_.--And look straight in her face, Master Anthony, as you looked in mine yesterday when I was a cry-baby. She likes men to do that.--And then look away as if dazzled by her radiancy. She likes that even more."
Anthony looked so bewildered by these instructions that Mary laughed in his face.
"Here then, poor lad," she said, "I will tell you in a word. Tell the truth and be a man;--a man! She likes that best of all; though she likes sheep too, such as Chris Hatton, and frogs like the Duke, and apes like the little Spaniard, and chattering dancing monkeys like the Frenchman--and--and devils, like Walshingham. But do you be a man and risk it. I know you can manage that." And Mary smiled at him so cheerfully, that Anthony felt heartened.
"There," she said, "now you look like one. But you must have some more wine first, I will send it in as I go. And now I must go. Wait here for the message." She gave him her hand, and he kissed it, and she went out, nodding and smiling over her shoulder.
Anthony sat miserably on the window-seat.
Ah! so much depended on him now. The Queen was in a good humour, and such a chance might never occur again;--and meantime James Maxwell waited in the Tower.
The minutes pa.s.sed; steps came and went in the pa.s.sage outside; and Anthony"s heart leaped into his mouth at each sound. Once the door opened, and Anthony sprang to his feet trembling. But it was only the servant with the wine. Anthony took it--a fiery Italian wine, and drew a long draught that sent his blood coursing through his veins, and set his heart a-beating strongly again. And even as he set the cup down, the door was open again, and a bowing page was there.
"May it please you, sir, the Queen"s Grace has sent me for you."
Anthony got up, swallowed in his throat once or twice, and motioned to go; the boy went out and Anthony followed.
They went down a corridor or two, pa.s.sing a sentry who let the well-known page and the gentleman pa.s.s without challenging; ascended a twisted oak staircase, went along a gallery, with stained gla.s.s of heraldic emblems in the windows, and paused before a door. The page, before knocking, turned and looked meaningly at Anthony, who stood with every pulse in his body racing; then the boy knocked, opened the door; Anthony entered, and the door closed behind him.
CHAPTER X
THE APPEAL TO CaeSAR