"Pa.s.s the rest of thy life in penitence and prayer," pursued the monk, "and let nothing divert thee from it; for, though free now, thou wilt be subject to evil influence and temptations to the last. Remember this."
"I will-I will," she rejoined.
"And now," he said, "kneel beside thy daughter"s body and pray. I will return to thee ere many minutes be pa.s.sed. One task more, and then my mission is ended."
CHAPTER XIII.-THE MASQUE OF DEATH.
Short time as he had to await, James was unable to control his impatience. At last he arose, and, completely sobered by the recent strange events, descended the steps of the platform, and walked on without a.s.sistance.
"Let the yeomen of the guard keep back the crowd," he said to an officer, "and let none follow me but Sir Ralph a.s.sheton, Master Nicholas a.s.sheton, and Master Roger Nowell. When I call, let the prisoners be brought forward."
"Your Majesty shall be obeyed," replied the baronet, giving the necessary directions.
James then moved slowly forward in the direction of the pavilion; and, as he went, called Nicholas a.s.sheton to him.
"Wha was that officer?" he asked.
"Your pardon, my liege, but I cannot answer the question," replied Nicholas.
"And why not, sir?" demanded the monarch, sharply.
"For reasons I will hereafter render to your Majesty, and which I am persuaded you will find satisfactory," rejoined the squire.
"Weel, weel, I dare say you are right," said the King. "But do you think he will keep his word?"
"I am sure of it," returned Nicholas.
"The time is come, then!" exclaimed James impatiently, and looking up at the pavilion.
"The time is come!" echoed a sepulchral voice.
"Did you speak?" inquired the monarch.
"No, sire," replied Nicholas; "but some one seemed to give you intimation that all is ready. Will it please you to go on?"
"Enter!" cried the voice.
"Wha speaks?" demanded the King. And, as no answer was returned, he continued-"I will not set foot in the structure. It may be a snare of Satan."
At this moment, the shutters of the windows flew open, showing that the pavilion was lighted up by many tapers within, while solemn strains of music issued from it.
"Enter!" repeated the voice.
"Have no fear, sire," said Nicholas.
"That canna be the wark o" the deil," cried James. "He does not delight in holy hymns and sweet music."
"That is a solemn dirge for the dead," observed Nicholas, as melodious voices mingled with the music.
"Weel, weel, I will go on at a" hazards," said James.
The doors flew open as the King and his attendants approached, and, as soon as they had pa.s.sed through them, the valves swung back to their places.
A strange sad spectacle met their gaze. In the midst of the chamber stood a bier, covered with a velvet pall, and on it the bodies of a youth and maiden were deposited. Pale and beautiful were they as sculptured marble, and a smile sat upon their features. Side by side they were lying, with their arms enfolded, as if they had died in each other"s embrace. A wreath of yew and cypress was placed above their heads, and flowers were scattered round them.
They were Richard and Alizon.
It was a deeply touching sight, and for some time none spake. The solemn dirge continued, interrupted only by the stifled sobs of the listeners.
"Both gone!" exclaimed Nicholas, in accents broken by emotion; "and so young-so good-so beautiful! Alas! alas!"
"She could not have bewitched him," said the King.
"Alizon was all purity and goodness," cried Nicholas, "and is now numbered with the angels."
"The guilty one is in thy hands, O King!" said the voice. "It is for thee to punish."
"And I will not hold my hand," said James. "The Devices shall a.s.suredly perish. When I go from this chamber, I will have them conveyed under a strong escort to Lancaster Castle. They shall die by the hands of the common executioner."
"My mission, then, is complete," replied the voice. "I can rest in peace.".
"Who art thou?" demanded the King.
"One who sinned deeply, but is now pardoned," replied the voice.
The King was for a moment lost in reflection, and then turned to depart. At this moment a kneeling figure, whom no one had hitherto noticed, arose from behind the bier. It was a lady, robed in mourning. So ghastly pale were her features, and so skeleton-like her attenuated frame, that James thought he beheld a spectre, and recoiled in terror. The figure advanced slowly towards him.
"Who, and what art thou, in Heaven"s name?" he exclaimed.
"I am Alice Nutter, sire," replied the lady, prostrating herself before him.
"Alice Nutter, the witch!" cried the King. "Why-ay, I recollect thou wert here. I sent for thee, but recent terrible events had put thee clean out of my head. But expect no grace from me, evil woman. I will show thee none."
"I ask none, sire," replied the penitent. "I came to place myself in your hands, that justice may be done upon me."
"Ah!" exclaimed James. "Dost thou, indeed, repent thee of thy iniquities? Dost thou abjure the devil and all his works?"
"I do," replied the lady, fervently. "My compact with the Evil One has been broken by the prayers of my devoted daughter, who sacrificed herself for me, and thereby saved my soul alive. But human justice requires an expiation, and I am anxious to make it."
"Arise, ill-fated woman," said the king, much moved. "You must go to Lancaster, but, in consideration of your penitence, no indignity shall be shown you. You must be strictly guarded, but you shall not be taken with the other prisoners."
"I humbly thank your Majesty," replied the lady. "May I take a last farewell of my child?"
"Do so," replied James.
Alice Nutter then approached the bier, and, after gazing for a moment with deepest fondness upon the features of her daughter, imprinted a kiss upon her marble brow. In doing this her tears fell fast.