Dom Anthony hurried to it, his habit splashed with whitewash, for he had been cleaning the dormitory, and the four sat down together.
It seemed that Nicholas had ridden over from Great Keynes to Overfield earlier in the afternoon, and had brought the news that a company of men had pa.s.sed through the village an hour before, and that one of them had asked which turn to take to Lewes. Sir Nicholas had ridden after them and enquired their business, and had gathered that they were bound for the priory, and he then turned his horse and made off to Overfield. His horse was spent when he arrived there; but he had changed horses and came on immediately with Sir James, to warn the monks of the approach of the men, and to give them an opportunity of making their escape if they thought it necessary.
"Who were the leaders?" asked the elder monk.
Nicholas shook his head.
"They were in front; I dared not ride up."
But his st.u.r.dy face looked troubled as he answered, and Chris saw his father"s lips tighten. Dom Anthony drummed softly on the table.
"There is nothing to be done," he said. "We wait till we are cast out."
"You cannot refuse admittance?" questioned Sir James.
"But we shall do so," said the other tranquilly; "at least we shall not open."
"But they will batter the door down."
"Certainly," said the monk.
"And then?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"I suppose they will put us out."
There was absolutely nothing to be done. It was absurd to dream of more than formal resistance. Up in the North in more than one abbey the inmates had armed themselves, and faced the spoilers grimly on the village green; but that was where the whole country side was with them, and here it was otherwise.
They talked a few minutes longer, and decided that they would neither open nor resist. The monks two were determined to remain there until they were actually cast out; and then the responsibility would rest on other shoulders than theirs.
It was certain of course that by this time to-morrow at the latest they would have been expelled; and it was arranged that the two monks should ride back to Overfield, if they were personally unmolested, and remain there until further plans were decided upon.
The four knew of course that there was a grave risk in provoking the authorities any further, but it was a risk that the two Religious were determined to run.
They broke up presently; Mr. Morris came upstairs to tell them that food was ready in one of the parlours off the cloister; and the two laymen went off with him, while the monks went to sing vespers for the last time.
An hour or two later the two were in the refectory at supper. The evening was drawing in, and the light in the tall windows was fading.
Opposite where Chris sat (for Dom Anthony was reading aloud from the pulpit), a row of coats burned in the gla.s.s, and he ran his eyes over them. They had been set there, he remembered, soon after his own coming to the place; the records had been searched, and the arms of every prior copied and emblazoned in the panes. There they all were; from Lanzo of five centuries ago, whose arms were conjectural, down to Robert Crowham, who had forsaken his trust; telling the long tale of prelates and monastic life, from the beginning to the close. He looked round beyond the circle of light cast by his own candle, and the place seemed full of ghosts and presences to his fancy. The pale oak panelling glimmered along the walls above the empty seats, from the Prior"s to the left, over which the dusky fresco of the Majesty of Christ grew darker still as the light faded, down to the pulpit opposite where Dom Anthony"s grave ruddy face with downcast eyes stood out vivid in the candlelight.
Ah! surely there was a cloud of witnesses now, a host of faces looking down from the black rafters overhead, and through the glimmering panes,--the faces of those who had eaten here with the same sacramental dignity and graciousness that these two survivors used. It was impossible to feel lonely in this stately house, saturated with holy life; and with a thrill at his heart he remembered how Dom Anthony had once whispered to him at the beginning of the troubles, that if others held their peace the very stones should cry out; and that G.o.d was able of those stones to raise up children to His praise....
There was a sound of brisk, hurrying footsteps in the cloister outside, Dom Anthony ceased his reading with his finger on the place, and the eyes of the two monks met.
The door was opened abruptly, and Morris stood there.
"My master has sent me, sir," he said. "They are coming."
CHAPTER VI
THE LAST STAND
The court outside had deepened into shadows as they came out; but overhead the sky still glowed faintly luminous in a tender translucent green. The evening star shone out clear and tranquil opposite them in the west.
There were three figures standing at the foot of the steps that led down from the cloister; one of the servants with the two gentlemen; and as Chris pushed forward quickly his father turned and lifted his finger for silence.
The town lay away to the right; and over the wall that joined the west end of the church to the gatehouse, there were a few lights visible--windows here and there just illuminated.
For the first moment Chris thought there had been a mistake; he had expected a clamour at the gate, a jangling of the bell. Then as he listened he knew that it was no false alarm.
Across the wall, from the direction of the hills that showed dimly against the evening sky, there came a murmur, growing as he listened.
The roads were hard from lack of rain, and he could distinguish the sound of horses, a great company; but rising above this was a dull roar of voices. Every moment it waxed, died once or twice, then sounded out nearer and louder. There was a barking of dogs, the cries of children, and now and again the s.n.a.t.c.h of a song or a shouted word or two.
Of the group on the steps within not one stirred, except when Sir James slowly lowered his upraised hand; and so they waited.
The company was drawing nearer now; and Chris calculated that they must be coming down the steep road that led from the town; and even as he thought it he heard the sound of hoofs on the bridge that crossed the Winterbourne.
Dom Anthony pushed by him.
"To the gate," he said, and went down the step and across the court followed by the others. As they went the clamour grew loud and near in the road outside; and a ruddy light shone on the projecting turret of the gateway.
Chris was conscious of extraordinary coolness now that the peril was on him; and he stared up at the studded oak doors, at the wicket cut in one of the leaves, and the sliding panel that covered the grill, with little thought but that of conjecture as to how long the destruction of the gate would take. The others, too, though he was scarcely aware of their presence, were silent and rigid at his side, as Dom Anthony stepped up to the closed grill and waited there for the summons.
It came almost immediately.
There was a great crescendo of sound as the party turned the corner, and a flare of light shone under the gate; then the sound of loud talking, a silence of the hoofs; and a sudden jangle on the bell overhead.
The monk turned from the grill and lifted his hand.
Then again the talking grew loud, as the mob swept round the corner after the horses.
Still all was silent within. Chris felt his father"s hand seek his own a moment, and grip it; and then above the gabbling clamour a voice spoke distinctly outside.
"Have the rats run, then?"
The bell danced again over their heads; and there was a clatter of raps on the huge door.
Dom Anthony slid back the shutter.
For a moment it was not noticed outside, for the entry was dark. Chris could catch a glimpse on either side of the monk"s head of a flare of light, but no more.
Then the same voice spoke again, and with something of a foreign accent.