"Doubtless--yet the heart was strong for life. His Highness will be sorrowful."
"He will; but grace abounded greatly; he was one of the Lord"s best soldiers, and fought well in the good cause."
"Would that my time was pa.s.sed! I would fain uplift my voice with theirs."
"I will go there forthwith," replied he in armour; and Robin heard the echo of his step die in the distance. Ere the messenger, despatched by the officer of the guard, had returned, a sort of rambling drowsy conversation was carried on by the soldiers within, which only reached the quick ear of the Ranger at intervals.
"His Highness has been tormented to-night; methinks the length of a summer day ought to satisfy those who want to see him."
The sun had set a good hour or more, when Sir Christopher Packe, the worshipful Lord Mayor, pa.s.sed in.
"His Highness," replied the stern gruff voice of an old soldier, "is of the people; and he knows that his duty--next to awaiting the Lord always--is to wait on them."
"His time is not an easy one, then," thought Robin; and as he so thought, the messenger returned with an order that the Rabbi should be immediately admitted. The lumbering carriage pa.s.sed under one archway, and traversed a small court--then under another--then across the next--then stopped, and one of the princ.i.p.al servants opened the door, and requested Mana.s.seh to descend.
"Her Highness," he said, "had been indisposed; the Lord Protector, therefore, hoped the worthy Israelite would not object to walk across the next court, as her chamber was nearly over the entrance."
The Jew leaned upon Robin for support, as they mounted the flight of steps leading to the grand entrance hall. He paused once or twice; they were many in number, and hard to climb for one bent with age, and now bowed down by trouble. When they arrived at the great door, he perceived that, instead of two, there were four sentries, who stood, two on each side, like fixed statues, and the torch their conductor carried glittered on the bright points of their swords that rested on the ground. The stair was faintly illumined by one large ma.s.sive iron lamp, hanging from the ceiling, and flickering, so as to show the outline, not the minutiae of the objects.
When they had fairly entered the great hall, Robin truly and sincerely wished himself safely out again; the more particularly when he saw, mingled with the pages and servants in waiting, some tried and trusty soldiers, by whom, if his disguise were penetrated, he would be better known than trusted. It was one thing to steal and pry about a place, and another to be only separated by a single plank of oak from Cromwell--the all-powerful, all-seeing Protector of England--liable to be called at once into his presence; for the Jew might mention--doubtless would mention--that one who had served Sir Willmott Burrell, and knew much of his doings, was in attendance.
This magnificent room, though used as a hall of audience on state occasions, was generally occupied by the guards, retainers, and pet.i.tioners of the Protectorate. There was a long table of rude workmanship near the door at which they entered--above was a lamp, similar in size and construction to that which swung outside:--many a.s.sembled round, or sat close to, this table, while others walked up and down--not pa.s.sing, however, the centre of the hall, which was crossed by a silk cord of crimson, fastened in the middle to two bra.s.s poles, standing sufficiently apart to permit one person at a time to enter; and also guarded by a single sentinel, who walked so as to pa.s.s and repa.s.s the opening every half minute. Mana.s.seh paced slowly towards the soldier, still leaning on Robin. His conductor kept a little in advance, bowing on either side, while a conciliating smile lingered on his lip, until he came to the silken line.
"Only one may pa.s.s!" was the soldier"s brief notice; and the Rabbi, grasping his staff more firmly, walked to the door opposite the great entrance, which was guarded also by another sentinel.
"You can find a seat--that is, if you choose to sit," said the servitor sneeringly, to Robin, pointing at the same time to an empty corner of the hall.
"Or would it please you I descend to the apartments of the lower servants?" inquired the Ranger, remembering the meekness befitting the character of a Jew.
"None leave this hall, after entering it by his Highness"s permission, till they receive orders to that effect," he replied, turning from Robin, who slunk to the place a.s.signed him, in no very agreeable mood.
If his imaginings were of an unpleasant description, still more so were the observations made aloud by the pages, flippant both by nature and usage, and the sarcastic and cool jests, given forth at his expense by the more sober persons of the a.s.sembly.
"Wouldst like any refreshment, friend?" inquired a youth in a sad-coloured tunic and blue vest, over which fell a plain collar of the finest Valenciennes" lace, so as to cover his shoulders. "And yet,"
continued the malapert, "methinks there is nothing to offer thee but some ham, or preserved pigs" tongues, which, of course, thou tastest not of."
"No, I humbly thank ye, young sir," replied Robin; "I do not need the pigs" tongues, having tasted of thine."
"What mean you by that, Jew dog!" said the boy fiercely, laying his hand on his sword.
"Nothing, fair gentleman, except it be that thine, though well preserved, would fain take up the business of thy white teeth."
"How, knave?"
"Become biting," replied Robin, bowing.
"Ah, Morrison! the Jew is too much for ye," said another youth, who was just roused from a half slumber in a high-backed chair.--"Where got ye yer wit?"
"Where you did not get yours, under favour," was Robin"s ready reply.
"And where was that?"
"From nature; too common a person for so gay a young gentleman to be beholden to," he retorted, bowing again with even a greater show of humility than before.
At this reply, Sir John Berkstead, formerly a goldsmith in the Strand, but gradually raised to the dignity of chief steward of Oliver"s household, approached Robin with his usual shuffling gait, and said,--
"Hey! young gentlemen--hey! young gentlemen, what foolish jesting is this? what mean ye? It is his Highness"s pleasure to receive the master, and what for do ye treat the man with indignity? My worthy Samuel," he looked closer--"but it is not Samuel," he continued, peering curiously at Robin, "it is not Samuel. What ho! Gracious Meanwell! did this man enter with the learned Mana.s.seh Ben Israel?"
"Yes, please ye, Sir John," replied the page, humbly.
"Indeed!" he exclaimed, surveying Robin attentively. "But where is the Rabbi"s usual attendant, whom I have before seen?"
"He is sick even unto death, unless it please the G.o.d of Abraham to work a miracle in his favour," replied Robin: thinking to himself, "he remembers enough, at least, of his old trade to know all is not gold that glitters."
Sir John Berkstead withdrew, only observing to the page, who stood back, boy-like, longing for any frolic likely to relieve the monotony of so dull a court, especially at midnight, "See ye do not treat him uncourteously. The Rabbi has always been permitted to bring his attendant, almost to the anteroom: a favour seldom granted--but his Highness is gracious in remembering that his bodily infirmities need support. So see that he is treated with all courtesy, for his Highness is wishful that Christian toleration be exercised towards this and all other Jews."
More than one Roundhead looked at another during this declaration; and all but the two youngsters appeared more than usually intent upon whatever they were employed about before the Rabbi"s entrance. Youth is a bad courtier, ever preferring frolic and amus.e.m.e.nt to sobriety and attention. They had been at once piqued and pleased by Robin"s smartness, and resolved to whet their own wit upon so well-tempered a steel.
"Wert ever at court before?" inquired the younger.
"No, sir, an" please ye."
"And what think ye of it?"
"Nothing as yet, sir."
"Nothing! how is that?"
"Because I have not had time; and, if the small things of life require thoughtfulness, how much more must the great things of a court!"
"Shouldst like to turn Christian and live at court?"
"Heaven forbid! All I should be turned to would be ridicule, and that is a wonderful lowerer of the consequence of even a serving man----"
"Hush!" said the elder page--"there goes Colonel John Jones."
As the brother-in-law of the Protector approached, the several persons in the hall rose and saluted him with considerable respect. His aspect was stern and rigid: his whole person firm and erect; and whatever his faults might have been, he gave one the idea of a person who, doing wrong, thought it right. His eyes were generally upturned, and there was a good deal of enthusiasm in the expression of the upper portion of his countenance, while the firm-set mouth and broad muscular chin betokened the most inflexible resolution. He proceeded towards the cord we have before mentioned, exchanged a few words with the sentry, and then returned to the door whereby he had entered. While unclosing it, he perceived Robin, and, struck by his Jewish appearance, altered his course and approached him.
The Ranger bent most lowlily to the ground, for he well knew the veneration this man excited both amongst soldiers and Puritans.
"One of the cast-aways within the sanctuary!" he said in a stern reproving voice. "How is it?"
"Sir, his master, the Rabbi, tarrieth with his Highness," replied the elder page.
"It is evil, and of evil," returned Colonel Jones, with still more severity, "The clean and the unclean, the believer and the unbeliever, the offscouring of the earth with the chosen of the Lord! Why is he not cast forth, yea into outer darkness? Why should the filthy vulture make his nest with the eagles? Dog of a Jew, out, into the highway!"
"May it please ye," interrupted Gracious Meanwell, "his Highness has just issued express orders that this man be carefully tended, and kept within."