These things done, d.i.c.k returned to the hall and presently brought thence two suits of armour and some cloaks which he had taken either from the walls or from off the slain. In these they disguised themselves as best they could, as de Noyon had disguised himself at Crecy.
Then, having collected a store of arrows whereof many lay about, they departed by the back entrance. The great front doorway was so choked with corpses that they could not pa.s.s it, since here had raged the last fearful struggle to escape. Going to the little stable-yard, where they found their horses unharmed in the stalls, although frightened by the tumult and stiff from lack of exercise, they fed and saddled them and led them out. So presently they looked their last upon the Bride"s Tower that had sheltered them so well.
"It has served our turn," said Hugh, glancing back at it from the other side of the deserted square, "but oh, I pray heaven that we may never see that charnel-house again!"
As he spoke a figure appeared from the shadow of a doorway, and ran toward them. Thinking it was that of some foe, d.i.c.k lifted his axe to cut him down, whereon a voice cried in English:
"Hold! I am David!"
"David!" exclaimed Hugh. "Then thanks be to G.o.d, for know, we thought you dead these many days."
"Ay, sir," answered the young man, "as I thought you. The rumour reached the Jews, among whom I have been hiding while I recovered of my hurts, that the Mad Monk and his fellows had stormed the tower and killed you both. Therefore I crept out to learn for myself. Now I have found you by your voices, who never again hoped to look upon you living," and he began to sob in his relief and joy.
"Come on, lad," said Grey d.i.c.k kindly, "this is no place for greetings."
"Whither go you, sir?" asked David as he walked forward alongside of the horses.
"To seek that house where we saw Sir Andrew Arnold and the lady Eve,"
answered Hugh, "if by any chance it can be found."
"That is easy, sir," said David. "As it happens, I pa.s.sed it not much more than an hour ago and knew it again."
"Did you see any one there?" asked Hugh eagerly.
"Nay, the windows were dark. Also the Jew guiding me said he had heard that all who dwelt in that house were dead of the plague. Still of this matter he knew nothing for certain."
Hugh groaned, but only answered:
"Forward!"
As they went David told them his story. It seemed that when he was struck down in the square where the crazy friar preached, and like to be stabbed and trampled to death, some of the Jews dragged him into the shadow and rescued him. Afterward they took him to a horrid and squalid quarter called La Juiverie, into which no Christian dare enter. Here he lay sick of his hurts and unable to get out until that very afternoon; the widow Rebecca, whom they had saved, nursing him all the while.
"Did you hear aught of us?" asked d.i.c.k.
"Ay, at first that you were holding Dead Bride"s Tower bravely. So as soon as I might, I came to join you there if I could win in and you still lived. But they told me that you had fallen at last."
"Ah!" said d.i.c.k, "well, as it chances it was not we who fell, but that tale is long. Still, David, you are a brave lad who would have come to die with us, and my master will thank you when he can give his mind to such things. Say, did you hear aught else?"
"Ay, d.i.c.k; I heard two days ago that the French lord, Cattrina, whom Sir Hugh was to have fought at Venice, had left Avignon, none knew why or whither he went."
"Doubtless because of the plague and he wished to go where there was none," answered d.i.c.k.
But Hugh groaned again, thinking to himself that Acour would scarcely have left Avignon if Eve were still alive within its walls.
After this they went on in silence, meeting very few and speaking with none, for the part of the great city through which they pa.s.sed seemed to be almost deserted. Indeed in this quarter the pest was so fearful that all who remained alive and could do so had fled elsewhere, leaving behind them only the sick and those who plundered houses.
"One thing I forgot to say," said David presently. "The Jews told me that they had certain information that the notary knave Basil was paid by the lord Cattrina to lead us to that square where the fires burned in order that we might be murdered there. Further, our death was to be the signal for the ma.s.sacre of all the Jews, only, as it chanced, their plan went awry."
"As will Basil"s neck if ever I meet him again," muttered Grey d.i.c.k beneath his breath. "Lord! what fools we were to trust that man. Well, we"ve paid the price and, please G.o.d, so shall he."
They turned the corner and rode down another street, till presently David said:
"Halt! yonder is the house. See the cognizance above the gateway!"
Hugh and d.i.c.k leapt from their horses, the latter bidding David lead them into the courtyard and hold them there. Then they entered the house, of which the door was ajar, and by the shine of the moon that struggled through the window-places, crept up the stairs and pa.s.sages till they reached those rooms where Sir Andrew and Eve had lodged.
"Hist!" said d.i.c.k, and he pointed to a line of light that showed beneath the closed door.
Hugh pushed it gently and it opened a little. They looked through the crack, and within saw a man in a dark robe who was seated at a table counting out gold by the light of a lamp. Just then he lifted his head, having felt the draught of air from the open door. It was the notary Basil!
Without a word they entered the room, closing and bolting the door behind them. Then d.i.c.k leapt on Basil as a wolf leaps, and held him fat, while Hugh ran past him and threw wide the door of that chamber in which Eve had lain sick. It was empty. Back he came again and in a terrible voice, said:
"Now, Sir Notary, where are the lady Eve and Sir Andrew her guardian?"
"Alas, Sir Knight," began the knave in a quavering voice, "both of them are dead."
"What!" cried Hugh supporting himself against the wall, for at this terrible news his knees trembled beneath him, "have you or your patron Cattrina murdered them?"
"Murdered them, Sir Knight! I do murder? I, a Christian and a man of peace! Never! And the n.o.ble lord of Cattrina, Count de Noyon! Why, he wished to marry the lady, not to murder her. Indeed he swore that she was his wife."
"So you know all these things, do you, villain?" said Grey d.i.c.k, shaking him as a terrier shakes a rat.
"Sir Knight," went on the frightened fellow, "blame me not for the acts of G.o.d. He slew these n.o.ble persons, not I; I myself saw the lovely lady carried from this house wrapped in a red cloak."
"So you were in the house, were you?" said Grey d.i.c.k, shaking him again.
"Well, whither did they carry her, thief of the night?"
"To the plague pit, good sir; where else in these times?"
Now Hugh groaned aloud, his eyes closed, and he seemed as though he were about to fall. Grey d.i.c.k, noting it, for a moment let go of the notary and turned as though to help his master. Like a flash Basil drew a dagger from under his dirty robe and struck at d.i.c.k"s back. The blow was well aimed, nor could an unprotected man on whom it fell have escaped death. But although Basil did not see it because of d.i.c.k"s long cloak, beneath this cloak he wore the best of mail, and on that mail the slender dagger broke, its point falling harmless to the ground. Next instant d.i.c.k had him again in his iron grip. Paying no further heed to Hugh, who had sunk to the floor a huddled heap, he began to speak into the lawyer"s ear in his slow, hissing voice.
"Devil," he said, "whether or no you murdered Red Eve and Sir Andrew Arnold the saint, I cannot say for certain, though doubtless I shall learn in time. At least a while ago you who had taken our money, strove to murder both of us, or cause us to be torn in pieces upon yonder square where the fires burned. Now, too, you have striven to murder me with that bodkin of yours, not knowing, fool, that I am safe from all men. Well, say your prayers, since you too journey to the plague pit, for so the gatherers of the dead will think you died."
"Sir," gasped the terrified wretch, "spare me and I will speak----"
"More lies," hissed d.i.c.k into his ear. "Nay, go tell them to the father of lies, for I have no time to waste in hearkening to them. Take your pay, traitor!"
A few seconds later Basil lay dead upon the floor.
Grey d.i.c.k looked at him. Kneeling down, he thrust his hands into the man"s pockets, and took thence the gold that he had been hiding away when they came upon him, no small sum as it chanced.
"Our own come back with interest," he said with one of his silent laughs, "and we shall need monies for our faring. Why, here"s a writing also which may tell those who can read it something."
He cast it on the table, then turned to his master, who was awakening from his swoon.
d.i.c.k helped him to his feet.
"What has pa.s.sed?" asked Hugh in a hollow voice.