"That explains the shots we heard, Walwyn. Well, young sir," to Trevor, "you seem to bear a charmed life. But we must back into ambush. You take the right, d.i.c.k; let me look to the left and give the cue to fall on. I ask that from my better knowing the ground."
"So be it!" a.s.sented Sir Richard, and the two commanders, parting right and left, rode back a little way within the wood, where each had a body of horse drawn up, and ready for the charge.
The conversation, hurriedly carried on, had consumed but a few seconds"
time; and in an instant after the causeway was clear again, only a vidette left under cover to signal the approach of the pursuers.
Captain Trevor, of course, went with his colonel, but now carrying a sword and pistols; supernumerary weapons which had been found for him by Sergeant Wilde.
A profound silence succeeded; for the horses of the Parliamentarians, after two years" campaigning, had become veterans as the men themselves, and trained to keeping still. Not a neigh uttered; no noise save the slight tinkle of curb or bit, and an occasional angry stamp at bite of the _bree_ fly. But the one could not be distinguished, even at short distance, amid the continuous screeching of jays, and oft-repeated _glu-glu-gluck_ of the green woodp.e.c.k.e.r, whose domain was being intruded on; while the other might be mistaken for colts at pasture.
To the surprise of all in ambuscade, the pursuing party appeared to be coming on very slowly; and in truth was it so. Two reasons r.e.t.a.r.ded them. Their horses were not Saladins, and the best of them had become blown in their gallop against the steep acclivity more than a mile in length. But the riders themselves had grown discouraged. In their last glimpse got of the fugitive he was so far ahead, and his mount showing such matchless speed, it seemed idle to continue the chase. They but hoped that some chance party of Scudamore"s men from Hereford might be patrolling the road farther on, and intercept him. So, instead of pressing the pursuit with ardour, they lagged on it; toiling up the steep in straggled line, and at a crawl.
Some twenty of the best horsed, however, had forged a long distance ahead of the others, who were following in twos and threes, with wide intervals between. And among the laggards was Lingen, instead of in the lead, as might be expected in the commander of a partisan troop. Fond of display, and that day designing exhibition of it, he rode a charger of superb appearance; one of the sort for show, not work. As a consequence, after the first spurt of the pursuit, he had fallen hundreds of yards behind, and was half-inclined to turn round and ride back to the inn, under pretence of looking after his other prisoners.
But there was no going back for those who had pushed on, nor much farther forward. Having surmounted the summit of the pitch, they heard a heavy trampling of hoofs, with the dreaded slogan, "G.o.d and the Parliament!" and saw two large bodies of horse, one on each flank, simultaneously closing upon them. At a charging gallop these came on, so quick the surprised party had no time either to turn back or make a dash onward, ere seeing the road blocked before and behind.
A surround complete as sudden, accompanied by the demand "Surrender!"
made in tone of determination that would not brook refusal.
Of the score of Cavaliers so challenged, not one had the heart to say nay. They had left their courage below with their spilled wine cups, and now cried "Quarter!" in very chorus, delivering up their arms without striking blow, or firing shot.
"Where"s Harry Lingen?" cried Kyrle, spurring into their midst with drawn sword. "I don"t see his face among you." Adding, with a sneer, "Such a valiant leader should be at the head of his men!"
Then fixing on one he knew to be a cornet of Lingen"s Light Horse, he vociferated,--
"Say where your colonel is, sirrah! or I"ll run you through the ribs."
"Down the hill--behind somewhere," stammered out the threatened subaltern. "He was with us when we commenced the pursuit."
Riding clear of the crowd Kyrle glanced interrogatively down the road.
To see the tails of horses disappearing round a corner; some of the pursuers, who, catching sight of what was above, had made about face, and were galloping back.
"Let us after them, Walwyn! What say you?" hurriedly proposed Kyrle.
"Just what I was thinking of. Trevor tells me most of their prisoners are my own men, those taken at Hollymead. They shall be rescued, whatever the risk."
"Not much risk now, I fancy. Lingen"s lot are so demoralised they won"t stand a charge. We needn"t fear following them up to the gates of Goodrich Castle. And we can get back to Monmouth that way, well as the other."
"That way we go," then said the knight determinedly; and down the pitch started the two colonels with their respective followers, a detail having been hastily told off to guard the prisoners just taken.
Meanwhile the Sheriff had been balancing between advance and return.
Vexed with the cause which r.e.t.a.r.ded him, he was vowing he would never again bestride the showy brute, when he saw several of his men coming back down the pitch at breakneck speed, as they approached calling out, "Treason! A surprise!"
"Treason! What mean you?" he demanded, drawing his sword, and stopping them in their headlong flight. "Are you mad, fellows?"
"No, Colonel; not mad. Some one has betrayed us into an ambuscade. The Roundheads are up the hill; hundreds--thousands of them?"
"Who says so?"
"We saw them, Sir Henry."
"You couldn"t have seen Roundheads. There are none on these roads. It must be some of Scudamore"s men from Hereford. Fools! you"ve been frightened at your own shadows."
"But, Colonel, they"ve taken a party of ours prisoners; all that were ahead of us. We heard the "Surrender!" and saw them surrounded."
"I shall see it myself before I believe it. About, and on with me!"
The men thus commanded, however reluctant to return towards the summit, knew better than to disobey. But their obedience was not insisted upon.
In the narrow way, ere he could pa.s.s to place himself at their head, a horseman came galloping from below, and pulled up by his side. A courier with horse in a lather of sweat, showing he must have ridden far and fast. But the slip of paper, hurriedly drawn from his doublet and handed to the Sheriff, told all.
Unfolding it, he read,--
"Kyrle has betrayed us. Ma.s.sey in Monmouth. Large body of Horse-- several hundred--Walwyn"s Forest troop, and some of Kyrle"s old hands with the traitor himself, gone out along the Hereford road this morning before daybreak. Destination not known. Be on your guard."
The informal despatch, which showed signs of being written in great haste, was without any signature. None was needed; the bearer, personally known to Lingen, giving further details _viva voce_; while its contents too truly confirmed the report just brought by the soldiers from the other side.
Among Cavaliers Sir Henry Lingen was of the bravest, and would not cry back from any encounter with fair chances. But he was not foolhardy, nor lacking prudence when the occasion called for it. And there seemed such occasion now. He knew something of Sir Richard Walwyn and his Foresters, as also of Kyrle and his following, and what he might expect from both. They would not likely be out that way unless in strong force. Several hundred, the despatch said--pity it was not more exact-- while his own numbered less than two. Besides, if the returning soldiers were not mistaken, twenty of them had been already snapped up; and the rest would make but a poor fight, if they stood ground at all.
He rather thought they would not now; and so reflecting reined his unwieldy charger round, and rode back down the pitch, at a much better pace than he had ascended it.
Picking up all stragglers on the way, he meant doing the same with his prisoners left at the inn. But before he had even reached it, he heard hoof-strokes thundering down the hill behind in a mult.i.tudinous clatter, that bespoke a large body of horse coming close upon his heels. So close, he no longer thought of c.u.mbering himself with prisoners, but swept on past those at the hostelry in a _sauve qui peut_ flight, their guards going along, and leaving them there in a state of supreme bewilderment.
Not long, however, till they understood why they had been so abruptly abandoned. In less than five minutes after, broke upon their view the banner of the sword-stabbed crown, and beneath it coats of Lincoln green, with hats plumed from the tail of Chanticleer, the uniform of the Forest troop--their own.
In a trice they were freed from their fastenings, and armed with the weapons taken from the party of Cavaliers that had been caught by the head of the pitch. Riding their horses, too, after a quick exchange--in short, everything reversed--then away from their halting-place with cheers and at charging gallop, no longer prisoners, but pursuers!
Never did the chances and changes of war receive better or more singular ill.u.s.tration than upon that autumn"s morn along the road between Acornbury and Goodrich. At early daybreak a Royalist host, in noisy jubilance, conducting a score of dejected captives towards Hereford; and, before the sun had attained meridian height, a like number of prisoners going in the opposite direction, under guard of Parliamentary soldiers!
Some difference, however, in the mode of march and rate of speed: the former leisurely slow, as a triumphal procession; the latter a hot, eager pursuit that permitted no tarrying by the way. Nor was there on the return pa.s.sage either jesting or laughter; instead, now and then shouts in stern, angry tone--the demand, "Surrender!" as some fleeing Cavalier, cursed with a short-winded horse, had to pull up, and call out "Quarter!"
So on to the gates of Goodrich Castle, into which Lingen, _malgre_ his indifferent mount, contrived to enter, quick closing them behind.
The pursuit could go no farther, nor the pursuers make entrance after him. In that strong fortress he might bid defiance to cavalry--even the best artillery of the time. Famine only had he to fear.
But to so shut him up--so humiliate him--was a triumph for Kyrle, his ancient foe; and as the latter turned away from the defying walls, the smile upon his face told how greatly it gratified him. A _revanche_ he had gained for some wrongs Lingen had done his father; and, now that he was himself to rule in Monmouth, he had hopes, ere long, to make a real revenge of it, by razing Goodrich Castle to its foundation stones.
CHAPTER FIFTY ONE.
IN CAROUSAL.
"We"ll drink--drink, And our goblets clink, Quaffing the blood-red wine; The wenches we"ll toast, And the Roundheads we"ll roast, The Croppies, and all their kind."
"A capital song! And right well you"ve sung it, Sir Thomas.
_Herrlich_!"
"Your Highness compliments me."
"_Nein--nein_. But who composed the ditty? It"s new to me."