"Thee! Stephen!" It was a cry of pain as well as horror.
"Yea, mistress; and when I refused, the fellow dealt me a blow, and laid me down senseless, to bear me off w.i.l.l.y nilly, but that good old Lucas Hansen brought mine uncle to mine aid-"
Dennet clasped her hands. "O Stephen, Stephen! Now I know how good the Lord is. Wot ye, I asked of Tibble to take me daily to St. Faith"s to crave of good St. Julian to have you all in his keeping, and saith he on the way, "Methinks, mistress, our dear Lord would hear you if you spake to Him direct, with no go-between." I did as he bade me, Stephen, I went to the high Altar, and prayed there, and Tibble went with me, and lo, now, He hath brought you back safe. We will have a ma.s.s of thanksgiving on the very morn."
Stephen"s heart could not but bound, for it was plain enough for whom the chief force of these prayers had been offered.
"Sweet mistress," he said, "they have availed me indeed. Certes, they warded me in the time of sore trial and temptation."
"Nay," said Dennet, "thou _couldst_ not have longed to go away from hence with those ill men who live by slaying and plundering?"
The present temptation was to say that he had doubted whether this course would not have been for the best both for himself and for her; but he recollected that Giles might be at the gate, and if so, he should feel as if he had rather have bitten out his tongue than have let Dennet know the state of the case, so he only answered-
"There be sorer temptations in the world for us poor rogues than little home-biding house crickets like thee wot of, mistress. Well that ye can pray for us without knowing all!"
Stephen had never consciously come so near love-making, and his honest face was all one burning glow with the suppressed feeling, while Dennet lingered till the curfew warned them of the lateness of the hour, both with a strange sense of undefined pleasure in the being together in the summer twilight.
Day after day pa.s.sed on with no news of Giles or Will Wherry. The alderman grew uneasy, and sent Stephen to ask his brother to write to Randall, or to some one else in Wolsey"s suite, to make inquiries at Bruges. But Ambrose was found to have gone abroad in the train of Sir Thomas More, and nothing was heard till their return six weeks later, when Ambrose brought home a small packet which had been conveyed to him through one of the Emperor"s suite. It was tied up with a long tough pale wisp of hair, evidently from the mane or tail of some Flemish horse, and was addressed, "To Master Ambrose Birkenholt, menial clerk to the most worshipful Sir Thomas More, Knight, Under Sheriff of the City of London. These greeting-"
Within, when Ambrose could open the missive, was another small parcel, and a piece of brown coa.r.s.e paper, on which was scrawled-
"Good Ambrose Birkenholt,-I pray thee to stand my friend, and let all know whom it may concern, that when this same billet comes to hand, I shall be far on the march to High Germany, with a company of l.u.s.ty fellows in the Emperor"s service. They be commanded by the good knight, Sir John Fulford.
"If thou canst send tidings to my mother, bid her keep her heart up, for I shall come back a captain, full of wealth and honour, and that will be better than hammering for life-or being wedded against mine own will. There never was troth plight between my master"s daughter and me, and my time is over, so I be quit with them, and I thank my master for his goodness. They shall all hear of me some of these days. Will Wherry is my groom, and commends him to his mother. And so, commending thee and all the rest to Our Lady and the saints,
"Thine to command, "GILES HEADLEY,
"_Man-at-Arms in the Honourable Company_ _of Sir John Fulford_, _Knight_."
On a separate strip was written-
"Give this packet to the little Moorish maid, and tell her that I will bring her better by and by, and mayhap make her a knight"s lady; but on thy life, say nought to any other."
It was out now! Ambrose"s head was more in Sir Thomas"s books than in real life at all times, or he would long ago have inferred something-from the jackdaw"s favourite phrase-from Giles"s modes of haunting his steps, and making him the bearer of small tokens-an orange, a simnel cake, a bag of walnuts or almonds to Mistress Aldonza, and of the smiles, blushes, and thanks with which she greeted them. Nay, had she not burst into tears and entreated to be spared when Lady More wanted to make a match between her and the big porter, and had not her distress led Mistress Margaret to appeal to her father, who had said he should as soon think of wedding the silver-footed Thetis to Polyphemus. "Tilley valley! Master More," the lady had answered, "will all your fine pagan G.o.ds hinder the wench from starving on earth, and leading apes in h.e.l.l."
Margaret had answered that Aldonza should never do the first, and Sir Thomas had gravely said that he thought those black eyes would lead many a man on earth before they came to the latter fate.
Ambrose hid the parcel for her deep in his bosom before he asked permission of his master to go to the Dragon court with the rest of the tidings.
"He always was an unmannerly cub," said Master Headley, as he read the letter. "Well, I"ve done my best to make a silk purse of a sow"s ear!
I"ve done my duty by poor Robert"s son, and if he will be such a fool as to run after blood and wounds, I have no more to say! Though "tis pity of the old name! Ha! what"s this? "Wedded against my will-no troth plight." Forsooth, I thought my young master was mighty slack. He hath some other matter in his mind, hath he? Run into some coil mayhap with a beggar wench! Well, we need not be beholden to him. Ha, Dennet, my maid!"
Dennet screwed up her little mouth, and looked very demure, but she twinkled her bright eyes, and said, "My heart will not break, sir; I am in no haste to be wed."
Her father pinched her cheek and said she was a silly wench; but perhaps he marked the dancing step with which the young mistress went about her household cares, and how she was singing to herself songs that certainly were not "Willow! willow!"
Ambrose had no scruple in delivering to Aldonza the message and token, when he overtook her on the stairs of the house at Chelsea, carrying up a lapful of roses to the still-room, where Dame Alice More was rejoicing in setting her step-daughters to housewifely tasks.
There came a wonderful illumination and agitation over the girl"s usually impa.s.sive features, giving all that they needed to make them surpa.s.singly beautiful.
"Woe is me!" was, however, her first exclamation. "That he should have given up all for me! Oh! if I had thought it!" But while she spoke as if she were shocked and appalled, her eyes belied her words. They shone with the first absolute certainty of love, and there was no realising as yet the years of silent waiting and anxiety that must go by, nay, perhaps an entire lifetime of uncertainty of her lover"s truth or untruth, life or death.
Dame Alice called her, and in a rambling, maundering way, charged her with loitering and gadding with the young men; and Margaret saw by her colour and by her eyes that some strange thing had happened to her.
Margaret had, perhaps, some intuition; for was not her heart very tender towards a certain young barrister by name Roper whom her father doubted as yet, because of his Lutheran inclinations. By and by she discovered that she needed Aldonza to comb out her long dark hair, and ere long, she had heard all the tale of the youth cured by the girl"s father, and all his gifts, and how Aldonza deemed him too great and too good for her (poor Giles!) though she knew she should never do more than look up to him with love and grat.i.tude from afar. And she never so much as dreamt that he would cast an eye on her save in kindness. Oh yes, she knew what he had taught the daw to say, but then she was a child, she durst not deem it more. And Margaret More was more kind and eager than worldly wise, and she encouraged Aldonza to watch and wait, promised protection from all enforced suits and suitors, and gave a.s.surances of shelter as her own attendant as long as the girl should need it.
Master Headley, with some sighing and groaning, applied himself to write to the mother at Salisbury what had become of her son; but he had only spent one evening over the trying task, when just as the supper bell was ringing, with Master Hope and his wife as guests, there were horses" feet in the court, and Master Tiptoff appeared, with a servant on another horse, which carried besides a figure in camlet, on a pillion. No sooner was this same figure lifted from her steed and set down on the steps, while the master of the house and his daughter came out to greet her, than she began, "Master Alderman Headley, I am here to know what you have done with my poor son!"
"Alack, good cousin!"
"Alack me no alacks," she interrupted, holding up her riding rod. "I"ll have no dissembling, there hath been enough of that, Giles Headley. Thou hast sold him, soul and body, to one of yon cruel, bloodthirsty plundering, burning captains, that the poor child may be slain and murthered! Is this the fair promises you made to his father-wiling him away from his poor mother, a widow, with talking of teaching him the craft, and giving him your daughter! My son, Tiptoff here, told me the spousal was delayed and delayed, and he doubted whether it would ever come off, but I thought not of this sending him beyond seas, to make merchandise of him. And you call yourself an alderman! The gown should be stript off the back of you, and shall be, if there be any justice in London for a widow woman."
"Nay, cousin, you have heard some strange tale," said Master Headley, who, much as he would have dreaded the attack beforehand, faced it the more calmly and manfully because the accusation was so outrageous.
"Ay, so I told her," began her son-in-law, "but she hath been neither to have nor to hold since the-"
"And how should I be to have or to hold by a nincomp.o.o.p like thee," she said, turning round on him, "that would have me sit down and be content forsooth, when mine only son is kidnapped to be sold to the Turks or to work in the galleys, for aught I know."
"Mistress!" here Master Hope"s voice came in, "I would counsel you to speak less loud, and hear before you accuse. We of the City of London know Master Alderman Headley too well to hear him railed against."
"Ah! you"re all of a piece," she began; but by this time Master Tiptoff had managed at least to get her into the hall, and had exchanged words enough with the alderman to a.s.sure himself that there was an explanation, nay, that there was a letter from Giles himself. This the indignant mother presently was made to understand-and as the alderman had borrowed the letter in order to copy it for her, it was given to her. She could not read, and would trust no one but her son-in-law to read it to her.
"Yea, you have it very pat," she said, "but how am I to be a.s.sured "tis not all writ here to hoodwink a poor woman like me."
""Tis Giles"s hand," averred Tiptoff.
"And if you will," added the alderman, with wonderful patience, "to-morrow you may speak with the youth who received it. Come, sit down and sup with us, and then you shall learn from Smallbones how this mischance befel, all from my sending two young heads together, and one who, though a good fellow, could not hold all in rule."
"Ay-you"ve your reasons for anything," she muttered, but being both weary and hungry, she consented to eat and drink, while Tiptoff, who was evidently ashamed of her violence, and anxious to excuse it, managed to explain that a report had been picked up at Romsey, by a bare-footed friar from Salisbury, that young Giles Headley had been seen at Ghent by one of the servants of a wool merchant, riding with a troop of Free Companions in the Emperor"s service. All the rest was deduced from this intelligence by the dame"s own imagination.
After supper she was invited to interrogate Kit and Stephen, and her grief and anxiety found vent in fierce scolding at the misrule which had permitted such a villain as Fulford to be haunting and tempting poor fatherless lads. Master Headley had reproached poor Kit for the same thing, but he could only represent that Giles, being a freeman, was no longer under his authority. However, she stormed on, being absolutely convinced that her son"s evasion was every one"s fault but his own. Now it was the alderman for misusing him, overtasking the poor child, and deferring the marriage, now it was that little pert poppet, Dennet, who had flouted him, now it was the bad company he had been led into-the poor babe who had been bred to G.o.dly ways.
The alderman was really sorry for her, and felt himself to blame so far as that he had shifted the guidance of the expedition to such an insufficient head as poor Smallbones, so he let her rail on as much as she would, till the storm exhausted itself, and she settled into the trust that Giles would soon grow weary and return. The good man felt bound to show her all hospitality, and the civilities to country cousins were in proportion to the rarity of their visits. So Mrs. Headley stayed on after Tiptoff"s return to Salisbury, and had the best view feasible of all the pageants and diversions of autumn. She saw some magnificent processions of clergy, she was welcomed at a civic banquet and drank of the loving cup, and she beheld the Lord Mayor"s Show in all its picturesque glory of emblazoned barges on the river. In fact, she found the position of denizen of an alderman"s household so very agreeable that she did her best to make it a permanency. Nay, Dennet soon found that she considered herself to be waiting there and keeping guard till her son"s return should establish her there, and that she viewed the girl already as a daughter-for which Dennet was by no means obliged to her!
She lavished counsel on her hostess, found fault with the maidens, criticised the cookery, walked into the kitchen and still-room with a.s.sistance and directions, and even made a strong effort to possess herself of the keys.
It must be confessed that Dennet was saucy! It was her weapon of self-defence, and she considered herself insulted in her own house.
There she stood, exalted on a tall pair of pattens before the stout oaken table in the kitchen where a glowing fire burned; pewter, red and yellow earthenware, and clean scrubbed trenchers made a goodly show, a couple of men-cooks and twice as many scullions obeyed her behests-only the superior of the two first ever daring to argue a point with her. There she stood, in her white ap.r.o.n, with sleeves turned up, daintily compounding her mincemeat for Christmas, when in stalked Mrs. Headley to offer her counsel and aid-but this was lost in a volley of barking from the long-backed, bandy-legged, turnspit dog, which was awaiting its turn at the wheel, and which ran forward, yapping with malign intentions towards the dame"s scarlet-hosed ankles.
She shook her petticoats at him, but Dennet t.i.ttered even while declaring that Tray hurt n.o.body. Mrs. Headley reviled the dog, and then proceeded to advise Dennet that she should chop her citron finer. Dennet made answer "that father liked a good stout piece of it." Mistress Headley offered to take the chopper and instruct her how to compound all in the true Sarum style.
"Grammercy, mistress, but we follow my grand-dame"s recipe!" said Dennet, grasping her implement firmly.
"Come, child, be not above taking a lesson from thine elders! Where"s the goose? What?" as the girl looked amazed, "where hast thou lived not to know that a live goose should be bled into the mincemeat?"
"I have never lived with barbarous, savage folk," said Dennet-and therewith she burst into an irrepressible fit of laughter, trying in vain to check it, for a small and mischievous elf, freshly promoted to the office of scullion, had crept up and pinned a dish-cloth to the substantial petticoats, and as Mistress Headley whisked round to see what was the matter, like a kitten after its tail, it followed her like a train, while she rushed to box the ears of the offender, crying,
"You set him on, you little saucy vixen! I saw it in your eyes. Let the rascal be scourged."
"Not so," said Dennet, with prim mouth and laughing eyes. "Far be it from me! But "tis ever the wont of the kitchen, when those come there who have no call thither."