They rode in by the North road, seeing for the last mile or two of their ride the towering spire of All Saints" Church high above the smoke of the houses; they pa.s.sed the old bridge half a mile from the market-place, near the ancient camp; and even here overheard a sentence or two from a couple of fellows that were leaning on the parapet, that told them what was the talk of the town. It was plain that others besides the Catholics understood the taking of Mr. Thomas FitzHerbert to be a very significant matter.
Babington House stood on the further side of the market-place from that on which they entered, and Alice was for going there through side streets.
"They will take notice if we go straight through," she said. "It is cheese-market to-day."
"They will take notice in any case," said Marjorie. "It will be over the town to-morrow that Mistress Babington is here, and it is best, therefore, to come openly, as if without fear."
And she turned to beckon the servants to draw up closer behind.
The square was indeed crowded as they came in. From all the country round, and especially from Dovedale, the farmers came in on this day, or sent their wives, for the selling of cheeses; and the small oblong of the market--the smaller from its great Conduit and Cross--was full with rows of stalls and carts, with four lanes only left along the edges by which the traffic might pa.s.s; and even here the streams of pa.s.sengers forced the horses to go in single file. Groups of men--farmers" servants who had driven in the carts, or walked with the pack-beasts--to whom this day was a kind of feast, stood along the edges of the booths eyeing all who went by. The inns, too, were doing a roaring trade, and it was from one of these that the only offensive comment was made.
Mistress Babington rode first, as suited her dignity, preceded by one of the Dethick men whom they had taken up on their way, and who had pushed forward when they came into the town to clear the road; and Mistress Manners rode after her. The men stood aside as the cavalcade began to go between the booths, and the most of them saluted Mistress Babington.
But as they were almost out of the market they came abreast one of the inns from whose wide-open doors came a roar of voices from those that were drinking within, and a group that was gathered on the step stopped talking as the party came up. Marjorie glanced at them, and noticed there was an air about two or three of the men that was plainly town-bred; there was a certain difference in the cut of their clothes and the way they wore them. Then she saw two or three whispering together, and the next moment came a brutal shout. She could not catch the sentence, but she heard the word "Papist" with an adjective, and caught the unmistakable bullying tone of the man. The next instant there broke out a confusion: a man dashed up the step from the crowd beneath, and she caught a glimpse of d.i.c.k Sampson"s furious face. Then the group bore back, fighting, into the inn door; the Dethick servant leapt off his horse, leaving it in some fellow"s hands, and vanished up the step; there was a rush of the crowd after him, and then the way was clear in front, over the little bridge that spanned Bramble brook.
When she drew level with Alice, she saw her friend"s face, pale and agitated.
"It is the first time I have ever been cried at," she said. "Come; we are nearly home. There is St. Peter"s spire."
"Shall we not--?" began Marjorie.
"No, no" (and the pale face tightened suddenly). "My fellows will give them a lesson. The crowd is on our side as yet."
IV
As they rode in under the archway that led in beside the great doors of Babington House, three or four grooms ran forward at once. It was plain that their coming was looked far with some eagerness.
Alice"s manner seemed curiously different from that of the quiet woman who had sat so patiently beside Marjorie in the manor among the hills: a certain air of authority and dignity sat on her now that she was back in her own place.
"Is Mrs. FitzHerbert here?" she asked from the groom who helped her to the ground.
"Yes, mistress; she came from the inn this morning, and--"
"Well?"
"She is in a great taking, mistress. She would eat nothing, they said."
Alice nodded.
"You had best be off to the inn," she said, with a jerk of her head. "A London fellow insulted us just now, and Sampson and Mallow--"
She said no more. The man who held her horse slipped the reins into the hands of the younger groom who stood by him, and was away and out of the court in an instant. Marjorie smiled a little, astonished at her own sense of exultation. The blows were not to be all one side, she perceived. Then she followed Alice into the house.
As they came through into the hall by the side-door that led through from the court where they had dismounted, a figure was plainly visible in the dusky light, going to and fro at the further end, with a quick, nervous movement. The figure stopped as they advanced, and then darted forward, crying out piteously:
"Ah! you have come, thank G.o.d! thank G.o.d! They will not let me see him."
"Hush! hush!" said Alice, as she caught her in her arms.
"Mr. Ba.s.sett has been here," moaned the figure, "and he says it is Topcliffe himself who has come down on the matter.... He says he is the greatest devil of them all; and Thomas--"
Then she burst out crying again.
It was an hour before they could get the full tale out of her. They took her upstairs and made her sit down, for already a couple of faces peeped from the b.u.t.tery, and the servants would have gathered in another five minutes; and together they forced her to eat and drink something, for she had not tasted food since her arrival at the inn yesterday; and so, little by little, they drew the story out.
Mr. Thomas and his wife were actually on their way from Norbury when the arrest had been made. Mr. Thomas had intended to pa.s.s a couple of nights in Derby on various matters of the estates; and although, his wife said, he had been somewhat silent and quiet since the warning had come to him from Mr. Audrey, even he had thought it no danger to ride through Derby on his way to Padley. He had sent a servant ahead to order rooms at the inn for those two nights, and it was through that, it appeared, that the news of his coming had reached the ears of the authorities. However that was, and whether the stroke had been actually determined upon long before, or had been suddenly decided upon at the news of his coming, it fell out that, as the husband and wife were actually within sight of Derby, on turning a corner they had found themselves surrounded by men on horses, plainly gathered there for the purpose, with a magistrate in the midst. Their names had been demanded, and, upon Mr. Thomas"
hesitation, they had been told that their names were well known, and a warrant was produced, on a charge of recusancy and of aiding her Grace"s enemies, drawn out against Thomas FitzHerbert, and he had been placed under arrest. Further, Mrs. FitzHerbert had been told she must not enter the town with the party, but must go either before them or after them, which she pleased. She had chosen to go first, and had been at the windows of the inn in time to see her husband go by. There had been no confusion, she said; the townsfolk appeared to know nothing of what was happening until Mr. Thomas was safely lodged in the ward.
Then she burst out crying again, lamenting the horrible state of the prison, as it had been described to her, and demanding to know where G.o.d"s justice was in allowing His faithful servants to be so tormented and harried....
Marjorie watched her closely. She had met her once at Babington House, when she was still Elizabeth Westley, but had thought little or nothing of her since. She was a pale little creature, fair-haired and timorous, and had now a hunted look of misery in her eyes that was very piteous to see. It was plain they had done right in coming: this woman would be of little service to her husband.
Then when Alice had said a word or two, Marjorie began her questions.
"Tell me," she said gently, "had you no warning of this?"
The girl shook her head.
"Not beyond that which came from yourself," she said; "and we never thought--"
"Hath Mr. Thomas had any priests with him lately?"
"We have not had one at Norbury for the last six months, whilst we were there, at least. My husband said it was better not, and that there was a plenty of places for them to go to."
"And you have not heard ma.s.s during that time?"
The girl looked at her with tear-stained eyes.
"No," she said. "But why do you ask that? My husband says--"
"And when was the first you heard of Topcliffe? And what have you heard of him?"
The other"s face fell into lines of misery.
"I have heard he is the greatest devil her Grace uses. He hath authority to question priests and others in his own house. He hath a rack there that he boasts makes all others as Christmas toys. My husband--"
Marjorie patted her arm gently.
"There! there!" she said kindly. "Your husband is not in Topcliffe"s house. There will be no question of that. He is here in his own county, and--"
"But that will not save him!" cried the girl. "Why--"
"Tell me" interrupted Marjorie, "was Topcliffe with the men that took Mr. Thomas?"