From different quarters, as he rode on, the sounds of violence and outrage came to young Shelton"s ears; now the blows of the sledge-hammer on some barricaded door, and now the miserable shrieks of women.
d.i.c.k"s heart had just been awakened. He had just seen the cruel consequences of his own behaviour; and the thought of the sum of misery that was now acting in the whole of Sh.o.r.eby filled him with despair.
At length he reached the outskirts, and there, sure enough, he saw straight before him the same broad, beaten track across the snow that he had marked from the summit of the church. Here, then, he went the faster on; but still, as he rode, he kept a bright eye upon the fallen men and horses that lay beside the track. Many of these, he was relieved to see, wore Sir Daniel"s colours, and the faces of some, who lay upon their back, he even recognised.
About half-way between the town and the forest, those whom he was following had plainly been a.s.sailed by archers; for the corpses lay pretty closely scattered, each pierced by an arrow. And here d.i.c.k spied among the rest the body of a very young lad, whose face was somehow hauntingly familiar to him.
He halted his troop, dismounted, and raised the lad"s head. As he did so, the hood fell back, and a profusion of long brown hair unrolled itself. At the same time the eyes opened.
"Ah! lion driver!" said a feeble voice. "She is farther on. Ride--ride fast!"
And then the poor young lady fainted once again.
One of d.i.c.k"s men carried a flask of some strong cordial, and with this d.i.c.k succeeded in reviving consciousness. Then he took Joanna"s friend upon his saddlebow, and once more pushed toward the forest.
"Why do ye take me?" said the girl. "Ye but delay your speed."
"Nay, Mistress Risingham," replied d.i.c.k. "Sh.o.r.eby is full of blood and drunkenness and riot. Here ye are safe; content ye."
"I will not be beholden to any of your faction," she cried; "set me down."
"Madam, ye know not what ye say," returned d.i.c.k. "Y" are hurt"--
"I am not," she said. "It was my horse was slain."
"It matters not one jot," replied Richard. "Ye are here in the midst of open snow, and compa.s.sed about with enemies. Whether ye will or not, I carry you with me. Glad am I to have the occasion; for thus shall I repay some portion of our debt."
For a little while she was silent. Then, very suddenly, she asked:
"My uncle?"
"My Lord Risingham?" returned d.i.c.k. "I would I had good news to give you, madam; but I have none. I saw him once in the battle, and once only. Let us hope the best."
CHAPTER V--NIGHT IN THE WOODS: ALICIA RISINGHAM
It was almost certain that Sir Daniel had made for the Moat House; but, considering the heavy snow, the lateness of the hour, and the necessity under which he would lie of avoiding the few roads and striking across the wood, it was equally certain that he could not hope to reach it ere the morrow.
There were two courses open to d.i.c.k; either to continue to follow in the knight"s trail, and, if he were able, to fall upon him that very night in camp, or to strike out a path of his own, and seek to place himself between Sir Daniel and his destination.
Either scheme was open to serious objection, and d.i.c.k, who feared to expose Joanna to the hazards of a fight, had not yet decided between them when he reached the borders of the wood.
At this point Sir Daniel had turned a little to his left, and then plunged straight under a grove of very lofty timber. His party had then formed to a narrower front, in order to pa.s.s between the trees, and the track was trod proportionally deeper in the snow. The eye followed it under the leafless tracery of the oaks, running direct and narrow; the trees stood over it, with knotty joints and the great, uplifted forest of their boughs; there was no sound, whether of man or beast--not so much as the stirring of a robin; and over the field of snow the winter sun lay golden among netted shadows.
"How say ye," asked d.i.c.k of one of the men, "to follow straight on, or strike across for Tunstall?"
"Sir Richard," replied the man-at-arms, "I would follow the line until they scatter."
"Ye are, doubtless, right," returned d.i.c.k; "but we came right hastily upon the errand, even as the time commanded. Here are no houses, neither for food nor shelter, and by the morrow"s dawn we shall know both cold fingers and an empty belly. How say ye, lads? Will ye stand a pinch for expedition"s sake, or shall we turn by Holywood and sup with Mother Church? The case being somewhat doubtful, I will drive no man; yet if ye would suffer me to lead you, ye would choose the first."
The men answered, almost with one voice, that they would follow Sir Richard where he would.
And d.i.c.k, setting spur to his horse, began once more to go forward.
The snow in the trail had been trodden very hard, and the pursuers had thus a great advantage over the pursued. They pushed on, indeed, at a round trot, two hundred hoofs beating alternately on the dull pavement of the snow, and the jingle of weapons and the snorting of horses raising a warlike noise along the arches of the silent wood.
Presently, the wide slot of the pursued came out upon the high road from Holywood; it was there, for a moment, indistinguishable; and, where it once more plunged into the unbeaten snow upon the farther side, d.i.c.k was surprised to see it narrower and lighter trod. Plainly, profiting by the road, Sir Daniel had begun already to scatter his command.
At all hazards, one chance being equal to another, d.i.c.k continued to pursue the straight trail; and that, after an hour"s riding, in which it led into the very depths of the forest, suddenly split, like a bursting sh.e.l.l, into two dozen others, leading to every point of the compa.s.s.
d.i.c.k drew bridle in despair. The short winter"s day was near an end; the sun, a dull red orange, shorn of rays, swam low among the leafless thickets; the shadows were a mile long upon the snow; the frost bit cruelly at the finger-nails; and the breath and steam of the horses mounted in a cloud.
"Well, we are outwitted," d.i.c.k confessed. "Strike we for Holywood, after all. It is still nearer us than Tunstall--or should be by the station of the sun."
So they wheeled to their left, turning their backs on the red shield of sun, and made across country for the abbey. But now times were changed with them; they could no longer spank forth briskly on a path beaten firm by the pa.s.sage of their foes, and for a goal to which that path itself conducted them. Now they must plough at a dull pace through the enc.u.mbering snow, continually pausing to decide their course, continually floundering in drifts. The sun soon left them; the glow of the west decayed; and presently they were wandering in a shadow of blackness, under frosty stars.
Presently, indeed, the moon would clear the hilltops, and they might resume their march. But till then, every random step might carry them wider of their march. There was nothing for it but to camp and wait.
Sentries were posted; a spot of ground was cleared of snow, and, after some failures, a good fire blazed in the midst. The men-at-arms sat close about this forest hearth, sharing such provisions as they had, and pa.s.sing about the flask; and d.i.c.k, having collected the most delicate of the rough and scanty fare, brought it to Lord Risingham"s niece, where she sat apart from the soldiery against a tree.
She sat upon one horse-cloth, wrapped in another, and stared straight before her at the firelit scene. At the offer of food she started, like one wakened from a dream, and then silently refused.
"Madam," said d.i.c.k, "let me beseech you, punish me not so cruelly.
Wherein I have offended you, I know not; I have, indeed, carried you away, but with a friendly violence; I have, indeed, exposed you to the inclemency of night, but the hurry that lies upon me hath for its end the preservation of another, who is no less frail and no less unfriended than yourself. At least, madam, punish not yourself; and eat, if not for hunger, then for strength."
"I will eat nothing at the hands that slew my kinsman," she replied.
"Dear madam," d.i.c.k cried, "I swear to you upon the rood I touched him not."
"Swear to me that he still lives," she returned.
"I will not palter with you," answered d.i.c.k. "Pity bids me to wound you.
In my heart I do believe him dead."
"And ye ask me to eat!" she cried. "Ay, and they call you "sir!" Y"
have won your spurs by my good kinsman"s murder. And had I not been fool and traitor both, and saved you in your enemy"s house, ye should have died the death, and he--he that was worth twelve of you--were living."
"I did but my man"s best, even as your kinsman did upon the other party,"
answered d.i.c.k. "Were he still living--as I vow to Heaven I wish it!--he would praise, not blame me."
"Sir Daniel hath told me," she replied. "He marked you at the barricade.
Upon you, he saith, their party foundered; it was you that won the battle. Well, then, it was you that killed my good Lord Risingham, as sure as though ye had strangled him. And ye would have me eat with you--and your hands not washed from killing? But Sir Daniel hath sworn your downfall. He "tis that will avenge me!"
The unfortunate d.i.c.k was plunged in gloom. Old Arblaster returned upon his mind, and he groaned aloud.
"Do ye hold me so guilty?" he said; "you that defended me--you that are Joanna"s friend?"