"A witch! Ey"n teach yo" to ca" me feaw names," cried the enraged hostess, laying on with greater fury.
"Help! help!" roared Potts.
At this moment Nicholas returned from the stables, and, seeing how matters stood, flew to the attorney"s a.s.sistance.
"Come, come, Bess," he cried, laying hold of her arm, "you"ve given him enough. What has Master Potts been about? Not insulting you, I hope?"
"Neaw, ey"d tak keare he didna do that, squoire," replied the hostess. "Ey towd him he"d get nowt boh ele here, an" he made free wi"t wine bottle, so ey brought down t" whip jist to teach him manners."
"You teach me! you ignorant and insolent hussy," cried Potts, furiously; "do you think I"m to be taught manners by an overgrown Lancashire witch like you? I"ll teach you what it is to a.s.sault a gentleman. I"ll prefer an instant complaint against you to my singular good friend and client, Master Roger, who is in your house, and you"ll soon find whom you"ve got to deal with-"
"Marry-kem-eawt!" exclaimed Bess; "who con it be? Ey took yo fo" one o"t grooms, mon."
"Fire and fury!" exclaimed Potts; "this is intolerable. Master Nowell shall let you know who I am, woman."
"Nay, I"ll tell you, Bess," interposed Nicholas, laughing. "This little gentleman is a London lawyer, who is going to Rough Lee on business with Master Roger Nowell. Unluckily, he got pitched into a quagmire in Read Park, and that is the reason why his countenance and habiliments have got begrimed."
"Eigh! ey thowt he wur i" a strawnge fettle," replied Bess; "an so he be a lawyer fro" Lunnon, eh? Weel," she added, laughing, and displaying two ranges of very white teeth, "he"ll remember Bess Whitaker, t" next time he comes to Pendle Forest."
"And she"ll remember me," rejoined Potts.
"Neaw more sawce, mon," cried Bess, "or ey"n raddle thy boans again."
"No you won"t, woman," cried Potts, s.n.a.t.c.hing up his horsewhip, which he had dropped in the previous scuffle, and brandishing it fiercely. "I dare you to touch me."
Nicholas was obliged once more to interfere, and as he pa.s.sed his arms round the hostess"s waist, he thought a kiss might tend to bring matters to a peaceable issue, so he took one.
"Ha" done wi" ye, squoire," cried Bess, who, however, did not look very seriously offended by the liberty.
"By my faith, your lips are so sweet that I must have another," cried Nicholas. "I tell you what, Bess, you"re the finest woman in Lancashire, and you owe it to the county to get married."
"Whoy so?" said Bess.
"Because it would be a pity to lose the breed," replied Nicholas. "What say you to Master Potts there? Will he suit you?"
"He-pooh! Do you think ey"d put up wi" sich pows.e.m.e.nt os he! Neaw; when Bess Whitaker, the lonleydey o" Goldshey, weds, it shan be to a mon, and nah to a ninny-hommer."
"Bravely resolved, Bess," cried Nicholas. "You deserve another kiss for your spirit."
"Ha" done, ey say," cried Bess, dealing him a gentle tap that sounded very much like a buffet. "See how yon jobberknow is grinning at ye."
"Jobberknow and ninny-hammer," cried Potts, furiously; "really, woman, I cannot permit such names to be applied to me."
"Os yo please, boh ey"st gi" ye nah better," rejoined the hostess.
"Come, Bess, a truce to this," observed Nicholas; "the eggs and bacon are spoiling, and I"m dying with hunger. There-there," he added, clapping her on the shoulder, "set the dish before us, that"s a good soul-a couple of plates, some oatcakes and b.u.t.ter, and we shall do."
And while Bess attended to these requirements, he observed, "This sudden seizure of poor John Law is a bad business."
""Deed on it is, squoire," replied Bess, "ey wur quite glopp"nt at seet on him. Lorjus o" me! whoy, it"s scarcely an hour sin he left here, looking os strong an os "earty os yersel. Boh it"s a kazzardly onsartin loife we lead. Here to-day an gone the morrow, as Parson Houlden says. Wall-a-day!"
"True, true, Bess," replied the squire, "and the best plan therefore is, to make the most of the pa.s.sing moment. So brew us each a l.u.s.ty pottle of sack, and fry us some more eggs and bacon."
And while the hostess proceeded to prepare the sack, Potts remarked to Nicholas, "I have got another case of witchcraft, squire. Mary Baldwyn, the miller"s daughter, of Rough Lee."
"Indeed!" exclaimed Nicholas. "What, is the poor girl bewitched?"
"Bewitched to death-that"s all," said Potts.
"Eigh-poor Meary! hoo"s to be berried here this mornin," observed Bess, emptying the bottle of sherris into a pot, and placing the latter on the fire.
"And you think she was forespoken?" said Nicholas, addressing her.
"Folk sayn so," replied Bess; "boh I"d leyther howd my tung about it."
"Then I suppose you pay tribute to Mother Chattox, hostess?" cried Potts,-"b.u.t.ter, eggs, and milk from the farm, ale and wine from the cellar, with a flitch of bacon now and then, ey?"
"Nay, by th" maskins! ey gi" her nowt," cried Bess.
"Then you bribe Mother Demdike, and that comes to the same thing," said Potts.
"Weel, yo"re neaw so fur fro" t" mark this time," replied Bess, adding eggs, sugar, and spice to the now boiling wine, and stirring up the compound.
"I wonder where your brother, the reeve of the forest, can be, Master Potts!" observed Nicholas. "I did not see either him or his horse at the stables."
"Perhaps the arch impostor has taken himself off altogether," said Potts; "and if so, I shall be sorry, for I have not done with him."
The sack was now set before them, and p.r.o.nounced excellent, and while they were engaged in discussing it, together with a fresh supply of eggs and bacon, fried by the kitchen wench, Roger Nowell came out of the inner room, accompanied by Richard and the chirurgeon.
"Well, Master Sudall, how goes on your patient?" inquired Nicholas of the latter.
"Much more favourably than I expected, squire," replied the chirurgeon. "He will be better left alone for awhile, and, as I shall not quit the village till evening, I shall be able to look well after him."
"You think the attack occasioned by witchcraft of course, sir?" said Potts.
"The poor fellow affirms it to be so, but I can give no opinion," replied Sudall, evasively.
"You must make up your mind as to the matter, for I think it right to tell you your evidence will be required," said Potts. "Perhaps, you may have seen poor Mary Baldwyn, the miller"s daughter of Rough Lee, and can speak more positively as to her case."
"I can, sir," replied the chirurgeon, seating himself beside Potts, while Roger Nowell and Richard placed themselves on the opposite side of the table. "This is the case I referred to a short time ago, when answering your inquiries on the same subject, Master Richard, and a most afflicting one it is. But you shall have the particulars. Six months ago, Mary Baldwyn was as lovely and blooming a la.s.s as could be seen, the joy of her widowed father"s heart. A hot-headed, obstinate man is Richard Baldwyn, and he was unwise enough to incur the displeasure of Mother Demdike, by favouring her rival, old Chattox, to whom he gave flour and meal, while he refused the same tribute to the other. The first time Mother Demdike was dismissed without the customary dole, one of his millstones broke, and, instead of taking this as a warning, he became more obstinate. She came a second time, and he sent her away with curses. Then all his flour grew damp and musty, and no one would buy it. Still he remained obstinate, and, when she appeared again, he would have laid hands upon her. But she raised her staff, and the blows fell short. "I have given thee two warnings, Richard," she said, "and thou hast paid no heed to them. Now I will make thee smart, lad, in right earnest. That which thou lovest best thou shalt lose." Upon this, bethinking him that the dearest thing he had in the world was his daughter Mary, and afraid of harm happening to her, Richard would fain have made up his quarrel with the old witch; but it had now gone too far, and she would not listen to him, but uttering some words, with which the name of the girl was mingled, shook her staff at the house and departed. The next day poor Mary was taken ill, and her father, in despair, applied to old Chattox, who promised him help, and did her best, I make no doubt-for she would have willingly thwarted her rival, and robbed her of her prey; but the latter was too strong for her, and the hapless victim got daily worse and worse. Her blooming cheek grew white and hollow, her dark eyes glistened with unnatural l.u.s.tre, and she was seen no more on the banks of Pendle water. Before this my aid had been called in by the afflicted father-and I did all I could-but I knew she would die-and I told him so. The information I feared had killed him, for he fell down like a stone-and I repented having spoken. However he recovered, and made a last appeal to Mother Demdike; but the unrelenting hag derided him and cursed him, telling him if he brought her all his mill contained, and added to that all his substance, she would not spare his child. He returned heart-broken, and never quitted the poor girl"s bedside till she breathed her last."
"Poor Ruchot! Robb"d o" his ownly dowter-an neaw woife to cheer him! Ey pity him fro" t" bottom o" my heart," said Bess, whose tears had flowed freely during the narration.
"He is wellnigh crazed with grief," said the chirurgeon. "I hope he will commit no rash act."
Expressions of deep commiseration for the untimely death of the miller"s daughter had been uttered by all the party, and they were talking over the strange circ.u.mstances attending it, when they were roused by the trampling of horses" feet at the door, and the moment after, a middle-aged man, clad in deep mourning, but put on in a manner that betrayed the disorder of his mind, entered the house. His looks were wild and frenzied, his cheeks haggard, and he rushed into the room so abruptly that he did not at first observe the company a.s.sembled.
"Why, Richard Baldwyn, is that you?" cried the chirurgeon.