"Yeigh, that con soon be tried," cried Jem, with a savage laugh.
And taking a pin from his sleeve, the ruffian plunged it deeply into the poor creature"s flesh. Nance winced, but she set her teeth hardly, and repressed the cry that must otherwise have been wrung from her.
"A clear witch!" cried Jem, drawing forth the pin; "not a drop o" blood flows, an hoo feels nowt!"
"Feel nowt?" rejoined Nance, between her ground teeth. "May ye ha a pang os sharp i" your cancart eart, ye villain."
After this barbarous test, the crowd, confirmed by it in their notions of Nan"s guiltiness, hurried on, their numbers increasing as they proceeded along the main street of the village leading towards the river; all the villagers left at home rushing forth on hearing a witch was about to be swum, and when they came within a bow-shot of the stream, Sparshot called to Baggiley to lay hold of Nance, while he himself, accompanied by several of the crowd, ran over the bridge, the part he had to enact requiring him to be on the other side of the water.
Meantime, the main party turned down a little footpath protected by a gate on the left, which led between garden hedges to the gra.s.sy banks of the Calder, and in taking this course they pa.s.sed by the cottage of Elizabeth Device. Hearing the shouts of the rabble, little Jennet, who had been in no very happy frame of mind since she had been brought home, came forth, and seeing her brother, called out to him, in her usual sharp tones, "What"s the matter, Jem? Who han ye gotten there?"
"A witch," replied Jem, gruffly. "Nance Redferne, Mother Chattox"s grand-daughter. Come an see her swum i" th" Calder."
Jennet readily complied, for her curiosity was aroused, and she shared in the family feelings of dislike to Mother Chattox and her descendants.
"Is this Nance Redferne?" she cried, keeping close to her brother, "Ey"m glad yo"n caught her at last. How dun ye find yersel, Nance?"
"Ill at ease, Jennet," replied Nance, with a bitter look; "boh it ill becomes ye to jeer me, la.s.s, seein" yo"re a born witch yoursel."
"Aha!" cried Potts, looking at the little girl, "So this is a born witch-eh, Nance?"
"A born an" bred witch," rejoined Nance; "jist as her brother Jem here is a wizard. They"re the gran-childer o" Mother Demdike o" Pendle, the greatest witch i" these parts, an childer o" Bess Device, who"s nah much better. Ask me to witness agen "em, that"s aw."
"Howd thy tongue, woman, or ey"n drown thee," muttered Jem, in a tone of deep menace.
"Ye canna, mon, if ey"m the witch ye ca" me," rejoined Nance. "Jennet"s turn"ll come os weel os mine, one o" these days. Mark my words."
"Efore that ey shan see ye burned, ye f.a.ggot," cried Jennet, almost fiercely.
"Ye"n gotten the fiend"s mark o" your sleeve," cried Nance. "Ey see it written i" letters ov blood."
"That"s where our cat scratted me," replied Jennet, hiding her arm quickly.
"Good!-very good!" observed Potts, rubbing his hands. ""Who but witches can be proof against witches?" saith our sagacious sovereign. I shall make something of this girl. She seems a remarkably quick child-remarkably quick-ha, ha!"
By this time, the party having gained the broad flat mead through which the Calder flowed, took their way quickly towards its banks, the spot selected for the ordeal lying about fifty yards above the weir, where the current, ordinarily rapid, was checked by the dam, offering a smooth surface, with considerable depth of water. If soft natural beauties could have subdued the hearts of those engaged in this cruel and wicked experiment, never was scene better calculated for the purpose than that under contemplation. Through a lovely green valley meandered the Calder, now winding round some verdant knoll, now washing the base of lofty heights feathered with timber to their very summits, now lost amid thick woods, and only discernible at intervals by a glimmer amongst the trees. Immediately in front of the a.s.semblage rose Whalley Nab, its steep sides and brow partially covered with timber, with green patches in the uplands where sheep and cattle fed. Just below the spot where the crowd were collected, the stream, here of some width, pa.s.sed over the weir, and swept in a foaming cascade over the huge stones supporting the dam, giving the rushing current the semblance and almost the beauty of a natural waterfall. Below this the stream ran brawling on in a wider, but shallower channel, making pleasant music as it went, and leaving many dry beds of sand and gravel in the midst; while a hundred yards lower down, it was crossed by the arches of the bridge. Further still, a row of tall cypresses lined the bank of the river, and screened that part of the Abbey, converted into a residence by the a.s.shetons; and after this came the ruins of the refectory, the cloisters, the dormitory, the conventual church, and other parts of the venerable structure, overshadowed by n.o.ble lime-trees and elms. Lovelier or more peaceful scene could not be imagined. The green meads, the bright clear stream, with its white foaming weir, the woody heights reflected in the gla.s.sy waters, the picturesque old bridge, and the dark grey ruins beyond it, all might have engaged the attention and melted the heart. Then the hour, when evening was coming on, and when each beautiful object, deriving new beauty from the medium through which it was viewed, exercised a softening influence, and awakened kindly emotions. To most the scene was familiar, and therefore could have no charm of novelty. To Potts, however, it was altogether new; but he was susceptible of few gentle impressions, and neither the tender beauty of the evening, nor the wooing loveliness of the spot, awakened any responsive emotion in his breast. He was dead to every thing except the ruthless experiment about to be made.
Almost at the same time that Jem Device and his party reached the near bank of the stream, the beadle and the others appeared on the opposite side. Little was said, but instant preparations were made for the ordeal. Two long coils of rope having been brought by Baggiley, one of them was made fast to the right arm of the victim, and the other to the left; and this done, Jem Device, shouting to Sparshot to look out, flung one coil of rope across the river, where it was caught with much dexterity by the beadle. The a.s.semblage then spread out on the bank, while Jem, taking the poor young woman in his arms, who neither spoke nor struggled, but held her breath tightly, approached the river.
"Dunna drown her, Jem," said Jennet, who had turned very pale.
"Be quiet, wench," rejoined Jem, gruffly.
And without bestowing further attention upon her, he let down his burden carefully into the water; and this achieved, he called out to the beadle, who drew her slowly towards him, while Jem guided her with the other rope.
The crowd watched the experiment for a few moments in profound silence, but as the poor young woman, who had now reached the centre of the stream, still floated, being supported either by the tension of the cords, or by her woollen apparel, a loud shout was raised that she could not sink, and was, therefore, an undeniable witch.
"Steady, lads-steady a moment," cried Potts, enchanted with the success of the experiment; "leave her where she is, that her buoyancy may be fully attested. You know, masters," he cried, with a loud voice, "the meaning of this water ordeal. Our sovereign lord and master the king, in his wisdom, hath graciously vouchsafed to explain the matter thus: "Water," he saith, "shall refuse to receive them (meaning witches, of course) in her bosom, that have shaken off their sacred water of baptism, and wilfully refused the benefit thereof." It is manifest, you see, that this diabolical young woman hath renounced her baptism, for the water rejecteth her. Non potest mergi, as Pliny saith. She floats like a cork, or as if the clear water of the Calder had suddenly become like the slab, salt waves of the Dead Sea, in which, nothing can sink. You behold the marvel with your own eyes, my masters."
"Ay, ay!" rejoined Baggiley and several others.
"Hoo be a witch fo sartin," cried Jem Device. But as he spoke, chancing slightly to slacken the rope, the tension of which maintained the equilibrium of the body, the poor woman instantly sank.
A groan, as much of disappointment as sympathy, broke from the spectators, but none attempted to aid her; and on seeing her sink, Jem abandoned the rope altogether.
But a.s.sistance was at hand. Two persons rushed quickly and furiously to the spot. They were Richard and Nicholas a.s.sheton. The iron bar had at length yielded to their efforts, and the first use they made of their freedom was to hurry to the river. A glance showed them what had occurred, and the younger a.s.sheton, unhesitatingly plunging into the water, seized the rope dropped by Jem, and calling to the beadle to let go his hold, dragged forth the poor half-drowned young woman, and placed her on the bank, hewing asunder the cords that bound her hands and feet with his sword. But though still sensible, Nance was so much exhausted by the shock she had undergone, and her muscles were so severely strained by the painful and unnatural posture to which she had been compelled, that she was wholly unable to move. Her thumbs were blackened and swollen, and the cords had cut into the flesh, while blood trickled down from the puncture in her breast. Fixing a look of inexpressible grat.i.tude upon her preserver, she made an effort to speak, but the exertion was too great; violent hysterical sobbing came on, and her senses soon after forsook her. Richard called loudly for a.s.sistance, and the sentiments of the most humane part of the crowd having undergone a change since the failure of the ordeal, some females came forward, and took steps for her restoration. Sensibility having returned, a cloak was wrapped around her, and she was conveyed to a neighbouring cottage and put to bed, where her stiffened limbs were chafed and warm drinks administered, and it began to be hoped that no serious consequences would ensue.
Meanwhile, a catastrophe had wellnigh occurred in another quarter. With eyes flashing with fury, Nicholas a.s.sheton pushed aside the crowd, and made his way to the bank whereon Master Potts stood. Not liking his looks, the little attorney would have taken to his heels, but finding escape impossible, he called upon Baggiley to protect him. But he was instantly in the forcible gripe of the squire, who shouted, "I"ll teach you, mongrel hound, to play tricks with gentlemen."
"Master Nicholas," cried the terrified and half-strangled attorney, "my very good sir, I entreat you to let me alone. This is a breach of the king"s peace, sir. a.s.sault and battery, under aggravated circ.u.mstances, and punishable with ignominious corporal penalties, besides fine and imprisonment, sir. I take you to witness the a.s.sault, Master Baggiley. I shall bring my ac-ac-ah-o-o-oh!"
"Then you shall have something to bring your ac-ac-action for, rascal," cried Nicholas. And, seizing the attorney by the nape of the neck with one hand, and the hind wings of his doublet with the other, he cast him to a considerable distance into the river, where he fell with a tremendous splash.
"He is no wizard, at all events," laughed Nicholas, as Potts went down like a lump of lead.
But the attorney was not born to be drowned; at least, at this period of his career. On rising to the surface, a few seconds after his immersion, he roared l.u.s.tily for help, but would infallibly have been carried over the weir, if Jem Device had not flung him the rope now disengaged from Nance Redferne, and which he succeeded in catching. In this way he was dragged out; and as he crept up the bank, with the wet pouring from his apparel, which now clung tightly to his lathy limbs, he was greeted by the jeers of Nicholas.
"How like you the water-ordeal-eh, Master Attorney? No occasion for a second trial, I think. If Jem Device had known his own interest, he would have left you to fatten the Calder eels; but he will find it out in time."
"You will find it out too, Master Nicholas," rejoined Potts, clapping on his wet cap. "Take me to the Dragon quickly, good fellow," he added, to Jem Device, "and I will recompense thee for thy pains, as well as for the service thou hast just rendered me. I shall have rheumatism in my joints, pains in my loins, and rheum in my head, oh dear-oh dear!"
"In which case you will not be able to pay Mother Demdike your purposed visit to-morrow," jeered Nicholas. "You forgot you were to arrest her, and bring her before a magistrate."
"Thy arm, good fellow, thy arm!" said Potts, to Jem Device.
"To the fiend wi" thee," cried Jem, shaking him off roughly. "The squoire is reet. Wouldee had let thee drown."
"What, have you changed your mind already, Jem?" cried Nicholas, in a taunting tone. "You"ll have your grandmother"s thanks for the service you"ve rendered her, lad-ha! ha!"
"Fo" t" matter o" two pins ey"d pitch him again," growled Jem, eyeing the attorney askance.
"No, no, Jem," observed Nicholas, "things must take their course. What"s done is done. But if Master Potts be wise, he"ll take himself out of court without delay."
"You"ll be glad to get me out of court one of these days, squire," muttered Potts, "and so will you too, Master James Device.-A day of reckoning will come for both-heavy reckoning. Ugh! ugh!" he added, shivering, "how my teeth chatter!"
"Make what haste you can to the Dragon," cried the good-natured squire; "get your clothes dried, and bid John Lawe brew you a pottle of strong sack, swallow it scalding hot, and you"ll never look behind you."
"Nor before me either," retorted Potts, "Scalding sack! This bloodthirsty squire has a new design upon my life!"
"Ey"n go wi" ye to th" Dragon, mester," said Baggiley; "lean o" me."
"Thanke"e friend," replied Potts, taking his arm. "A word at parting, Master Nicholas. This is not the only discovery of witchcraft I"ve made. I"ve another case, somewhat nearer home. Ha! ha!"
With this, he hobbled off in the direction of the alehouse, his steps being traceable along the dusty road like the course of a watering-cart.
"Ey"n go efter him," growled Jem.
"No you won"t, lad," rejoined Nicholas, "and if you"ll take my advice, you"ll get out of Whalley as fast as you can. You will be safer on the heath of Pendle than here, when Sir Ralph and Master Roger Nowell come to know what has taken place. And mind this, sirrah-the hounds will be out in the forest to-morrow. D"ye heed?"