"Nay, ye know well," returned d.i.c.k. "Seek not to put me by."
"I tell you I know not," repeated Carter.
"Then," said d.i.c.k, "ye shall die unshriven. Here am I, and here shall stay. There shall no priest come near you, rest a.s.sured. For of what avail is penitence, an ye have no mind to right those wrongs ye had a hand in? and without penitence, confession is but mockery."
"Ye say what ye mean not, Master d.i.c.k," said Carter, composedly. "It is ill threatening the dying, and becometh you (to speak truth) little. And for as little as it commends you, it shall serve you less. Stay, an ye please. Ye will condemn my soul--ye shall learn nothing! There is my last word to you." And the wounded man turned upon the other side.
Now, d.i.c.k, to say truth, had spoken hastily, and was ashamed of his threat. But he made one more effort.
"Carter," he said, "mistake me not. I know ye were but an instrument in the hands of others; a churl must obey his lord; I would not bear heavily on such an one. But I begin to learn upon many sides that this great duty lieth on my youth and ignorance, to avenge my father. Prithee, then, good Carter, set aside the memory of my threatenings, and in pure goodwill and honest penitence give me a word of help."
The wounded man lay silent; nor, say what d.i.c.k pleased, could he extract another word from him.
"Well," said d.i.c.k, "I will go call the priest to you as ye desired; for howsoever ye be in fault to me or mine, I would not be willingly in fault to any, least of all to one upon the last change."
Again the old soldier heard him without speech or motion; even his groans he had suppressed; and as d.i.c.k turned and left the room, he was filled with admiration for that rugged fort.i.tude.
"And yet," he thought, "of what use is courage without wit? Had his hands been clean, he would have spoken; his silence did confess the secret louder than words. Nay, upon all sides, proof floweth on me. Sir Daniel, he or his men, hath done this thing."
d.i.c.k paused in the stone pa.s.sage with a heavy heart. At that hour, in the ebb of Sir Daniel"s fortune, when he was beleaguered by the archers of the Black Arrow and proscribed by the victorious Yorkists, was d.i.c.k, also, to turn upon the man who had nourished and taught him, who had severely punished, indeed, but yet unwearyingly protected his youth? The necessity, if it should prove to be one, was cruel.
"Pray Heaven he be innocent!" he said.
And then steps sounded on the flagging, and Sir Oliver came gravely towards the lad.
"One seeketh you earnestly," said d.i.c.k.
"I am upon the way, good Richard," said the priest. "It is this poor Carter. Alack, he is beyond cure."
"And yet his soul is sicker than his body," answered d.i.c.k.
"Have ye seen him?" asked Sir Oliver, with a manifest start.
"I do but come from him," replied d.i.c.k.
"What said he? what said he?" snapped the priest, with extraordinary eagerness.
"He but cried for you the more piteously, Sir Oliver. It were well done to go the faster, for his hurt is grievous," returned the lad.
"I am straight for him," was the reply. "Well, we have all our sins. We must all come to our latter day, good Richard."
"Ay, sir; and it were well if we all came fairly," answered d.i.c.k.
The priest dropped his eyes, and with an inaudible benediction hurried on.
"He, too!" thought d.i.c.k--"he, that taught me in piety! Nay, then, what a world is this, if all that care for me be blood-guilty of my father"s death? Vengeance! Alas! what a sore fate is mine, if I must be avenged upon my friends!"
The thought put Matcham in his head. He smiled at the remembrance of his strange companion, and then wondered where he was. Ever since they had come together to the doors of the Moat House the younger lad had disappeared, and d.i.c.k began to weary for a word with him.
About an hour after, ma.s.s being somewhat hastily run through by Sir Oliver, the company gathered in the hall for dinner. It was a long, low apartment, strewn with green rushes, and the walls hung with arras in a design of savage men and questing bloodhounds; here and there hung spears and bows and bucklers; a fire blazed in the big chimney; there were arras-covered benches round the wall, and in the midst the table, fairly spread, awaited the arrival of the diners. Neither Sir Daniel nor his lady made their appearance. Sir Oliver himself was absent, and here again there was no word of Matcham. d.i.c.k began to grow alarmed, to recall his companion"s melancholy forebodings, and to wonder to himself if any foul play had befallen him in that house.
After dinner he found Goody Hatch, who was hurrying to my Lady Brackley.
"Goody," he said, "where is Master Matcham, I prithee? I saw ye go in with him when we arrived."
The old woman laughed aloud.
"Ah, Master d.i.c.k," she said, "y" have a famous bright eye in your head, to be sure!" and laughed again.
"Nay, but where is he, indeed?" persisted d.i.c.k.
"Ye will never see him more," she returned--"never. It is sure."
"An I do not," returned the lad, "I will know the reason why. He came not hither of his full free will; such as I am, I am his best protector, and I will see him justly used. There be too many mysteries; I do begin to weary of the game!"
But as d.i.c.k was speaking, a heavy hand fell on his shoulder. It was Bennet Hatch that had come unperceived behind him. With a jerk of his thumb, the retainer dismissed his wife.
"Friend d.i.c.k," he said, as soon as they were alone, "are ye a moon-struck natural? An ye leave not certain things in peace, ye were better in the salt sea than here in Tunstall Moat House. Y" have questioned me; y"
have baited Carter; y" have frighted the Jack-priest with hints. Bear ye more wisely, fool; and even now, when Sir Daniel calleth you, show me a smooth face for the love of wisdom. Y" are to be sharply questioned.
Look to your answers."
"Hatch," returned d.i.c.k, "in all this I smell a guilty conscience."
"An ye go not the wiser, ye will soon smell blood," replied Bennet. "I do but warn you. And here cometh one to call you."
And indeed, at that very moment, a messenger came across the court to summon d.i.c.k into the presence of Sir Daniel.
CHAPTER II--THE TWO OATHS
Sir Daniel was in the hall; there he paced angrily before the fire, awaiting d.i.c.k"s arrival. None was by except Sir Oliver, and he sat discreetly backward, thumbing and muttering over his breviary.
"Y" have sent for me, Sir Daniel?" said young Shelton.
"I have sent for you, indeed," replied the knight. "For what cometh to mine ears? Have I been to you so heavy a guardian that ye make haste to credit ill of me? Or sith that ye see me, for the nonce, some worsted, do ye think to quit my party? By the ma.s.s, your father was not so!
Those he was near, those he stood by, come wind or weather. But you, d.i.c.k, y" are a fair-day friend, it seemeth, and now seek to clear yourself of your allegiance."
"An"t please you, Sir Daniel, not so," returned d.i.c.k, firmly. "I am grateful and faithful, where grat.i.tude and faith are due. And before more is said, I thank you, and I thank Sir Oliver; y" have great claims upon me both--none can have more; I were a hound if I forgot them."
"It is well," said Sir Daniel; and then, rising into anger: "Grat.i.tude and faith are words, d.i.c.k Shelton," he continued; "but I look to deeds.
In this hour of my peril, when my name is attainted, when my lands are forfeit, when this wood is full of men that hunger and thirst for my destruction, what doth grat.i.tude? what doth faith? I have but a little company remaining; is it grateful or faithful to poison me their hearts with your insidious whisperings? Save me from such grat.i.tude! But, come, now, what is it ye wish? Speak; we are here to answer. If ye have aught against me, stand forth and say it."
"Sir," replied d.i.c.k, "my father fell when I was yet a child. It hath come to mine ears that he was foully done by. It hath come to mine ears--for I will not dissemble--that ye had a hand in his undoing. And in all verity, I shall not be at peace in mine own mind, nor very clear to help you, till I have certain resolution of these doubts."
Sir Daniel sat down in a deep settle. He took his chin in his hand and looked at d.i.c.k fixedly.