"Not till I get outside."
He was as good as his word, and they went through the gates without exciting suspicion. The litter was there, and Peter, beckoning to the men, explained the case in a whisper. His companion offered no opposition. Indeed, no sooner was he placed in the litter than he swooned away.
King William was still strolling in his favourite avenue when the two captains approached, led by their friend the ensign, who was beginning to wish himself well out of the business. At his Majesty"s side paced William Bentinck, Earl of Portland, whom we have already met, in the course of this narrative, in the little inn at Vlaardingen. The two were alone and in earnest converse, but looked up as the party approached along the avenue.
"H"m, it appears to me that I know these two shapes," said William.
"They are odd enough to be remembered."
"That is the figure which honesty cuts in the country over which I have the misfortune to rule-or rather to reign. My friend, these are two honest Englishmen, and therefore worth observation. Moreover, they are about to give me the devil of a time. Well, gentlemen," he continued, lifting his voice as they approached, "what is your business?"
"We desire your Majesty to listen to us."
"On a matter of importance?"
"To us-yes. It has brought us from England."
"Speak, then."
"Your Majesty," Captain Barker began, his voice trembling slightly, "we have come to offer you, and to beg that you will accept, our swords and our service."
"That is very pretty, sir," answered William, after a pause, during which his eye kindled with some triumph; "but unless I do you an injustice, Captain Barker and Captain Runacles, there is some condition attached to this surrender."
"None, sire, but that which your Majesty"s self imposed less than three months back. We are come to redeem, if we may, the young man of whom you then robbed us."
"Robbed!"
"Forgive me, sire-deprived. See, your Majesty; we are two old men, but active; battered somewhat, but not ignorant; worn, but not worn out. We are at your service: take us, use us as you will. We will serve you faithfully, loyally, without question, until we die or your enemies break us. Only restore our son, Tristram Salt."
"Gentlemen, I will not say but that I am gratified by this-" William paused, saw the hope spring into their eyes, and added, with a.s.sumed coldness-"only it happens that you come too late."
The two honest faces fell.
"Too-late?" Captain Barker stammered, staring stupidly at the King. "Is my boy-dead?" The question came in a dull, sick tone, that softened their Sovereign"s heart within him.
"Forgive me, gentlemen; I had no right to play thus with your feelings. You have come too late only because I gave the young man his discharge more than two months ago, with a pa.s.sport to take him back to England."
"But he has not arrived!"
"He started, at any rate; and in company with one who appeared to have the best right to take care of him-I mean his father, Captain Roderick Salt."
Captain Barker groaned.
"May it please your Majesty," said Captain Jemmy, thrusting himself forward, "but Roderick Salt"s the d.a.m.n"dest villain in your service; and that"s saying a good deal. I mean no offence, of course."
"Of course not," commented the Earl of Portland, who was hugely delighted.
"I believe that opinion is held by some," his Majesty observed, with a side-glance at his friend.
"Not by me," said Portland tranquilly. "There are worse than Salt- whom, after all, your Majesty has neither enriched nor enn.o.bled."
William frowned. For a moment or two he stood, sc.r.a.ping the gravel gently with the side of his boot. At last he spoke:
"Gentlemen, I thank you for your offer; and some day I may take advantage of it to command you: for honest men (however wrong-headed) and good commanders"-this with a slight bow-"are always scarce. For the moment, however, I should feel that I wronged you by accepting your service."
"Your Majesty is good to us. But our word holds."
"I thank you. I had guessed that. Nevertheless, I advise you, just now, to return to England and wait. I have some knowledge of Captain Salt"s movements; and when last your lad was heard of he had parted company with his father and was making for the coast. I have some quickness in reading character; and there is a certain placid obstinacy in that young man which persuades me he will reach Harwich in time. Return, therefore, and wait with what patience you may. Moreover, Captain Barker, I perceive that you are recovering from some wound."
"Which explains, sire, the tardiness of my submission. I was starting to seek an audience on the morning that you sailed from Harwich, when your soldiers-"
"My soldiers?"
"Yes, sire; but perhaps they erred from abundance of zeal."
Portland looked at the speaker shrewdly. "You know more than you tell us, my friend," he said quietly.
"Possibly, my lord; but it is nothing that can affect his Majesty now."
"You are under some promise?" William asked gravely.
"We are, sire; but be a.s.sured that if it touched your welfare we had never come to lay our services at your disposal."
"I believe you, my friends. And now, about starting for England-I was about to propose that as Captain van Adrienssen"s frigate-
"Captain van Adrienssen!"
"You know him? He is about to sail from Amsterdam in the frigate Merry Maid to escort a convoy of thirty-six merchantmen to the Thames. If you start at once you will overtake him."
"Unfortunately, sire, Captain van Adrienssen will not be able to start for many days."
"Eh?"
"He is unwell."
"Unwell? Why, it is not an hour since he left me!"
"Nevertheless-"
"Let me explain, sire," said Captain Runacles, stepping forward again. "It happened thus. We met Captain van Adrienssen on our way from The Hague."
"Yes, yes."
"And it appeared-though I had forgotten it-that twenty years ago I had the imprudence to throw a boot at his head. It was off the Texel-"
"Have you lost your senses?"
"I beg your Majesty to listen. The sight of me revived that painful recollection. We pulled out our swords and fell on each other, forgetting, alas! that now we are both servants of your Majesty. It is annoying; but before we could remember it, Captain van Adrienssen was wounded."