"Not from himself," said she, quickly, and with some color mounting to her cheeks--"for he would but laugh at my speaking of such things--but from my gossip and neighbor I think I could gain sufficient a.s.surance that would set your fears at rest."
"And how should I come to know?" he said, with some hesitation--for this looked much like asking for another meeting.
But Judith was frank enough. If she meant to confer a kindness, she did not stay to be too scrupulous about the manner of doing it.
"If it were convenient that you could be here this evening," said she, after a moment"s thought, "Willie Hart and myself often walk over to Shottery after supper. Then could I let you know."
"But how am I to thank you for such a favor?" said he.
"Nay, it is but little," she answered, "to do for one that comes from my father"s friend."
"Rare Ben, as they call him," said he, more brightly. "And now I bethink me, kind lady, that it ill becomes me to have spoken of nothing but my own poor affairs on my first having the honor of meeting with you.
Perchance you would like to hear something of Master Jonson, and how he does? May I accompany you on your homeward way for a s.p.a.ce, if you are returning to the town? The road here is quiet enough for one that is in hiding, as well as for pleasant walking; and you are well escorted, too," he added, looking at the grave and indifferent Don. "With such a master as your father, and such a sweet mistress, I should not wonder if he became as famous as Sir John Harrington"s Bungey that the Prince asked about. You have not heard of him?--the marvellous dog that Sir John would intrust with messages all the way to the court at Greenwich; and he would bring back the answer without more ado. I wonder not that Prince Henry should have asked for an account of all his feats and doings."
Now insensibly she had turned and begun to walk toward Shottery (for she would not ask this unhappy young man to court the light of the open highway), and as he respectfully accompanied her his talk became more and more cheerful, so that one would scarcely have remembered that he was in hiding, and in peril of his life mayhap. And he quickly found that she was most interested in Jonson as being her father"s friend and intimate.
"Indeed, I should not much marvel to hear of his being soon in this very town of Stratford," said he, "for he has been talking of late--nay, he has been talking this many a day of it, but who knows when the adventure will take place?--of travelling all the way to Scotland on foot, and writing an account of his discoveries on the road. And then he has a mind to get to the lake of Lomond, to make it the scene of a fisher and pastoral play, he says; and his friend Drummond will go with him; and they speak of getting still farther to the north, and being the guests of the new Scotch lord, Mackenzie of Kintail, that was made a peer last winter. Nay, friend Ben, though at times he gibes at the Scots, at other times he will boast of his Scotch blood--for his grandfather, as I have heard, came from Annandale--and you will often hear him say that whereas the late Queen was a n.i.g.g.ard and close-fisted, this Scotch King is lavish and a generous patron. If he go to Scotland, as is his purpose, surely he will come by way of Stratford."
"It were ill done of him else," said Judith. But truly this young gentleman was so bent on entertaining her with tales of his acquaintance in London, and with descriptions of the court shows and pageants, that she had not to trouble herself much to join in the conversation.
"A lavish patron the King has been to him truly," he continued, stooping to pat the Don"s head, as if he would make friends with him too, "what with the masks, and revels, and so forth. Their last tiltings at Prince Henry"s barriers exceeded everything that had gone before, as I think--and I marvel not that Ben was found at his best, seeing how the King had been instructing him. Nay, but it was a happy conceit to have our young Lord of the Isles addressed by the Lady of the Lake, and have King Arthur hand him his armor out of the clouds----"
"But where was it, good sir?" said she (to show that she was interested). And now he seemed so cheerful and friendly that she ventured to steal a look at him. In truth, there was nothing very doleful or tragic in his appearance. He was a handsomely made young man, of about eight-and-twenty or so, with fine features, a somewhat pale and sallow complexion (that distinguished him markedly from the rustic red and white and sun-brown she was familiar with), and eyes of a singular blackness and fire that were exceedingly respectful; but that could, as any one might see, easily break into mirth. He was well habited too, for now he had partly thrown his travelling cloak aside, and his slashed doublet and hose and shoes were smart and clearly of a town fashion. He wore no sword; in his belt there was only a small dagger, of Venetian silver-work on the handle, and with a sheath of stamped crimson velvet.
"Dear lady, you must have heard of them," he continued, lightly--"I mean of the great doings in the banqueting-house at Whitehall, when Prince Henry challenged so many n.o.ble lords. "Twas a brave sight, I a.s.sure you; the King and Queen were there, and the amba.s.sadors from Spain and Venice, and a great and splendid a.s.semblage. And then, when Ben"s speeches came to be spoken, there was Cyril Davy, that is said to have the best woman"s voice in London, as the Lady of the Lake, and he came forward and said,
"Lest any yet should doubt, or might mistake What Nymph I am, behold the ample Lake Of which I"m styled; and near it Merlin"s tomb;"
and then King Arthur appeared, and our young Lord of the Isles had a magic shield handed to him. Oh, "twas a n.o.ble sight, I warrant you! And I heard that the Duke of Lennox and the Earls of Arundel and Southampton and all of them were but of one mind, that friend Ben had never done better."
Indeed, the young man, as they loitered along the pretty wooded lane in the hush of the warm still noon (there was scarce enough wind to make a rustle in the great branching elms), and as he talked of all manner of things for the entertainment of this charming companion whom a happy chance had thrown in his way, seemed to be well acquainted with the court and its doings, and all the busy life of London. If she gathered rightly, he had himself been present when the King and the n.o.bles went in the December of the previous year to Deptford to witness the launching of the great ship of the East India Company--the _Trade"s Encrease_, it was called--for he described the magnificent banquet in the chief cabin, and how the King gave to Sir Thomas Smith, the Governor, a fine chain of gold, with his portrait set in a jewel, and how angry his Majesty became when they found that the ship could not be launched on account of the state of the tide. But when he again brought in the name of Jonson, and said how highly the King thought of his writings, and what his Majesty had said of this or the other device or masque that had been commanded of him, Judith grew at length to be not so pleased; and she said, with some asperity, "But the King holds my father in honor also, for he wrote him a letter with his own hand."
"I heard not of that," said he, but of course without appearing to doubt her word.
"Nay, but I saw it," said she--"I saw the letter; and I did not think it well that my father should give it to Julius Shawe, for there are some others that would have valued it as much as he--yes, and been more proud of it, too."
"His own daughter, perchance?" he said gently.
Judith did not speak. It was a sore subject with her; indeed, she had cried in secret, and bitterly, when she learned that the letter had been casually given away, for her father seemed to put no great store by it.
However, that had nothing to do with this unhappy young gentleman that was in hiding. And soon she had dismissed it from her mind, and was engaged in fixing the exact time at which, as she hoped, she would be able to bring him that a.s.surance, or that caution, in the evening.
"I think it must be the province of women to be kind to the unfortunate," said he, as they came in sight of the cottages; and he seemed to linger and hesitate in his walk, as if he were afraid of going further.
"It is but a small kindness," said she; "and I hope it will bring you and my father together. He has but just returned from London, and you will not have much news to give him from his friend; but you will be none the less welcome, for all are welcome to him, but especially those whom he can aid."
"If I were to judge of the father by the daughter, I should indeed expect a friendly treatment," said he, with much courtesy.
"Nay, but it is so simple a matter," said she.
"Then fare you well, Mistress Judith," said he, "if I may make so bold as to guess at a name that I have heard named in London."
"Oh, no, sir?" said she, glancing up with some inquiry.
"But indeed, indeed," said he, gallantly. "And who can wonder? "Twas friend Ben that I heard speak of you; I marvel not that he carried your praises so far. But now, sweet lady, that I see you would go--and I wish not to venture nearer the village there--may I beseech of you at parting a further grace and favor? It is that you would not reveal to any one, no matter what trust you may put in them, that you have seen me or spoken with me. You know not my name, it is true, though I would willingly confide it to you--indeed, it is Leofric Hope, madam; but if it were merely known that you had met with a stranger, curious eyes might be on the alert."
"Fear not, sir," said she, looking at him in her frank way--and there was a kind of friendliness, too, and sympathy in her regard. "Your secret is surely safe in my keeping. I can promise you that none shall know through me that you are in the neighborhood. Farewell, good sir. I hope your fortunes will mend speedily."
"G.o.d keep you, sweet Mistress Judith," said he, raising his hat and bowing low, and not even asking to be allowed to take her hand. "If my ill fortune should carry it so that I see you not again, at least I will treasure in my memory a vision of kindness and beauty that I trust will remain forever there. Farewell, gentle lady; I am your debtor."
And so they parted; and he stood looking after her and the great dog as they pa.s.sed through the meadows; and she was making all the haste she might, for although, when Judith"s father was at home, the dinner hour was at twelve instead of at eleven, still it would take her all the time to be punctual, and she was scrupulous not to offend. He stood looking after her as long as she was in sight, and then he turned away, saying to himself:
"Why, our Ben did not tell us a t.i.the of the truth!--for why?--because it was with his tongue, and not with his pen, that he described her. By heaven, she is a marvel!--and I dare be sworn, now, that half the clowns in Stratford imagine themselves in love with her."
CHAPTER VI.
WITHIN-DOORS.
When in the afternoon Judith sought out her gentle gossip, and with much cautious tact and discretion began to unfold her perplexities to her, Prudence was not only glad enough to hear nothing further of the wizard--who seemed to have been driven out of Judith"s mind altogether by the actual occurrences of the morning--but also she became possessed with a secret wonder and joy; for she thought that at last her dearest and closest friend was awaking to a sense of the importance of spiritual things, and that henceforth there would be a bond of confidence between them far more true and abiding than any that had been before. But soon she discovered that politics had a good deal to do with these hesitating inquiries; and at length the bewildered Prudence found the conversation narrowing and narrowing itself to this definite question: Whether, supposing there were a young man charged with complicity in a Catholic plot, or perhaps having been compromised in some former affair of the kind, and supposing him to appeal to her father, would he, Judith"s father, probably be inclined to shelter him and conceal him, and give him what aid was possible until he might get away from the country?
"But what do you mean, Judith?" said Prudence, in dismay. "Have you seen any one? What is"t you mean? Have you seen one of the desperate men that were concerned with Catesby?"
Indeed, it was not likely that either of these two Warwickshire maidens had already forgotten the terrible tidings that rang through the land but a few years before, when the Gunpowder Treason was discovered; nor how the conspirators fled into this very county; nor yet how in the following January, on a bitterly cold and snowy day, there was brought into the town the news of the executions in St. Paul"s Churchyard and at Westminster. And, in truth, when Prudence Shawe mentioned Catesby"s name, Judith"s cheek turned pale. It was but for an instant. She banished the ungenerous thought the moment that it occurred to her. No, she was sure the unhappy young man who had appealed to her compa.s.sion could not have been concerned in any such b.l.o.o.d.y enterprise. His speech was too gentle for that. Had he not declared that he only wanted time to prove his innocence? It is true he had said something about his friends in Flanders, and often enough had she heard the Puritan divines denouncing Flanders as the very hot-bed of the machinations of the Jesuits; but that this young man might have friends among the Jesuits did not appear to her as being in itself a criminal thing, any more than the possibility of his being a Catholic was sufficient of itself to deprive him of her frank and generous sympathy.
"I may not answer you yea nor nay, sweet mouse," said she; "but a.s.sure yourself that I am not in league with any desperate villain. I but put a case. We live in quiet times now, do we not, good Prue? and I take it that those who like not the country are free to leave it. But tell me, if my father were to speak openly, which of the parties would he most affect? And how stands he with the King? Nay, the King himself, of what religion is he at heart, think you?"
"These be questions!" said Prudence, staring aghast at such ignorance.
"I but use my ears," said Judith, indifferently, "and the winds are not more variable than the opinions that one listens to. Well you know it, Prue. Here is one that says the King is in conscience a papist, as his mother was; and that he gave a guarantee to the Catholic gentry ere he came to the throne; and that soon or late we shall have ma.s.s again; and then comes another with the story that the Pope is hot and angry because the King misuseth him in his speech, calling him Antichrist and the like and that he has complained to the French King on the matter, and that there is even talk of excommunication. What can one believe? How is one to know? Indeed, good mouse, you would have me more anxious about such things; but why should one add to one"s difficulties? I am content to be like my father, and stand aside from the quarrel."
"Your wit is too great for me, dear Judith," her friend said, rather sadly; "and I will not argue with you. But well I know there may be a calmness that is of ignorance and indifference, and that is slothful and sinful; and there may be a calmness that is of a.s.sured wisdom and knowledge of the truth, and that I trust your father has attained to.
That he should keep aside from disputes, I can well understand."
"But touching the King, dear cousin," said Judith, who had her own ends in view. "How stands my father with the King and his religion? Nay, but I know, and every one knows, that in all other matters they are friends; for your brother has the King"s letter----"
"That I wish you had yourself, Judith, since your heart is set upon it,"
said her companion, gently.
Judith did not answer that.
"But as regards religion, sweet Prue, what think you my father would most favor, were there a movement any way?--a change to the ancient faith perchance?"
She threw out the question with a kind of studied carelessness, as if it were a mere matter of speculation; but there was a touch of warmth in Prudence"s answer:
"What, then, Judith? You think he would disturb the peace of the land, and give us over again to the priests and their idol-worship? I trow not." Then something seemed to occur to her suddenly. "But if you have any doubt, Judith, I can set your mind at rest--of a surety I can."