"Check to your king, my lord Cardinal," said the young Englishman at last.
"Only a temporary check, you see, my lord," rejoined His Eminence, as with slender, tapering fingers he moved one of the ivory pieces on the board. "By the help of this one little p.a.w.n, the safety of the whole combination is a.s.sured, and "tis your knight now which is in serious danger."
"Not serious, I think, Your Eminence, and once more check to your king."
Even as he spoke the two servitors finally left the room, closing the heavy doors noiselessly behind them.
"Oh!" said the Cardinal thoughtfully, "this will necessitate a bolder move on my part. You mark, my son," he added as soon as he had made a move, "how beautifully Nature herself plays into our hands: you and I desired to part His Grace of Wess.e.x effectually and for ever from his beautiful affianced bride. Two hours ago this seemed impossible, and lo!--a girl comes across our path: low-born, brainless, probably a wanton, yet the very physical counterpart of virtuous Lady Ursula, and----"
"Check," said Everingham drily, as he moved his castle.
"Nay! nay! we"ll once more move this little p.a.w.n," rejoined His Eminence, with his usual pleasant benevolence, "and see how simple the plan becomes."
""Tis of that plan I longed to hear."
"So you shall, my son, so you shall," said the Cardinal very kindly.
"What would you wish to know?"
"The girl Mirrab?--Where is she?"
"In Don Miguel de Suarez rooms, dressing herself in quaint finery, collected for the purpose by my faithful servant Pasquale, who has a valuable female friend in the Queen"s own entourage. A silk kirtle, rich white robes, some fantastic ornaments for the hair, and the likeness "twixt our Mirrab and the high-born Lady Ursula will be more strangely apparent than ever. Your turn to move, my lord. I pray you do not lose the thread of this interesting game."
""Tis easy enough to lose oneself in the mazes of Your Eminence"s diplomacy," quoth the young man anxiously. "Having dressed the girl up in all that finery, what do you propose to do?"
His Eminence was silent for awhile; he seemed absorbed in an elaborate strategical combination, directed against his opponent"s king. Then he moved his queen right across the board and said quietly--
"What do I propose to do, my lord? Only, with the aid of that diplomacy which you English affect to despise, contrive that His Grace of Wess.e.x should see a lady--whom he will naturally mistake for the Lady Ursula Glynde--in a highly compromising situation, and the love idyll begun this afternoon will abruptly end to-night."
"But how?"
"Ah, my lord! surely we must trust Chance a little. The fickle jade has served us well already."
"I"ll not allow a pure woman"s reputation to be sullied by any dastardly trick . . ." began Everingham hotly.
"Pray, my lord, what is your definition of a dastardly trick?" rejoined His Eminence suavely. "Is it the use made by a political opponent of every means, fair or foul, to accomplish his own aims, which he considers great and just? or is it the work of a friend--an intimate, confidential friend--joining issue for the like purpose? Nay, nay!
understand me, my dear lord," he added, with an infinity of gentle kindliness expressed in the almost paternal tone of his voice, ""twas not I, remember, who ever thought to blame you. Your aims and ambitions are as selfless as mine own: for the moment our purpose is the same.
Will you honour me by allowing me to show you the way of attaining that purpose, quickly and surely? I"ll not ask you to lend me a hand. I would gladly have kept from you the knowledge of my own intricate diplomacy.
Why should you fear for the Lady Ursula? Is her reputation in your eyes of greater moment than the success of your schemes?--yours and all your faction, remember."
"Ah! there you have me, my lord," rejoined Everingham with a sigh. "All England is at one with us in a burning desire to see Wess.e.x wedded to our Queen. But this is where your diplomacy escapes me. Once Wess.e.x is turned away from the Lady Ursula, he will, we hope, naturally turn to the Queen, who loves him pa.s.sionately, and . . . Check!" he added, moving one of his pieces.
"Ah! you press me hard. Your lordship is a skilful player," said the Cardinal, intently studying the board. "As for me, you see I seem to move my p.a.w.ns somewhat aimlessly. For the moment, I wish to part His Grace of Wess.e.x from Lady Ursula . . . after that--we shall see."
Everingham was silent. A truly bitter conflict was raging in his simple heart. Loyalty to his friend, love for his country, and an overwhelming anxiety for its welfare, cried out loudly within him. The very thought of meeting Wess.e.x face to face at this moment was terrible to him, and yet he would not undo what he had already done, and would not thwart the Spaniard"s tortuous schemes by betraying them to the Duke.
The purpose which he had in view blinded him to everything save the hope of its ultimate achievement. At this moment he felt that, if Wess.e.x shared Mary Tudor"s throne with her, so much that was great and good would come to England thereby, that all petty considerations of temporary disloyalty, or the reputation of one innocent woman, would quickly vanish into insignificance.
The very feelings of remorse and of shame which he was experiencing at this moment strengthened him in his faith, for he was suffering keenly and acutely to the very depths of his honest heart, and he imagined that he was earning a crown of martyrdom thereby; he believed that by trampling on his own prejudices and jeopardizing his friendship with the man he loved and honoured best in all the world, he was adding to the cause, which he held to be sacred, the additional l.u.s.tre of self-sacrifice.
His Eminence no doubt knew all this. With his intimate knowledge of the foibles of mankind, he found it an easy task enough to probe the inner thoughts of the transparent soul before him. He divined the young man"s doubts and fears, the battle waged within him betwixt an abstruse political aim and his own upright nature. The game was continued in silence, Everingham"s state of mind being revealed in the one bitter sigh--
"Ah! I go away with a heavy heart, feeling that I have helped to commit a treachery."
The Cardinal looked benevolently compa.s.sionate. At heart he was more than glad to think that this blundering Englishman would be well out of the way. Could he have foreseen the marvellous turn by which Fate meant to aid him in his intrigue, he would never have made overtures to so clumsy an ally as Lord Everingham. But at the time he had been driven into a corner through the furious jealousy of the Queen, who had well-nigh staggered him.
His Eminence then did not know how to act. For the first time in his life he had been completely outwitted by the events which he himself had helped to bring about. They had shaped themselves in exact opposition to his keenest expectations. How to part Wess.e.x from Lady Ursula, with whom his volatile Grace was probably by then more than half in love, became an almost insolvable problem.
The Queen"s ultimatum was almost a fiat. His Eminence saw himself and his retinue ignominiously quitting the English Court and returning--baffled, vanquished, humbled--to the throne of an infuriated monarch, who never forgave and always knew how to punish.
In despair the Cardinal had turned to an ally. He knew that His Grace was quite inaccessible. Towards all the foreign amba.s.sadors the Duke of Wess.e.x was always ensconced behind a barrier of unbendable hauteur and of frigid reserve. It would have been impossible to attack the lady of his choice openly, and in offering his own help to Everingham His Eminence vaguely hoped to arrive at some half-hidden mystery, a secret perhaps in His Grace"s life which would have helped him to strike in the dark.
Then Fate interposed: exactly ten minutes too late, and when the Cardinal had already saddled himself with an over-scrupulous, vacillating, ultra-honest ally. He could not now throw him over without endangering the success of his own schemes, and therefore brought all his powers of dissimulation into play to effectually hide the impatience which he felt.
The entrance of Don Miguel, Marquis de Suarez, created a diversion.
"Ah, my dear Marquis," said His Eminence, with a sigh of relief, "your arrival is most opportune. I pray you help me to persuade Lord Everingham that we are not scheming black treachery against His Grace of Wess.e.x."
Don Miguel came forward, a smile of the keenest satisfaction upon his lips.
"Why treachery?" he said lightly.
But Everingham, having heard all that there was to know, was now in a hurry to depart. Having made up his mind to go through with his purpose to the end, he had but one wish--to turn his back upon the events which he had helped to bring about, and let them take their course.
With it all he felt a keen antipathy for these two plotters who had drawn him into their net. Whilst acting in concert with these Spaniards, he had an overwhelming desire to insult them or throw his contempt in their smooth, clever faces.
"Check and mate, my lord Cardinal," he said drily, as he took advantage of His Eminence"s absence of mind to bring the game to a successful close. Then he rose to go. He was already booted and spurred for his journey northwards, and had unhitched his sword-belt when settling down to play. Whilst he was buckling it on again, Don Miguel approached him.
"I entreat you, milor, do not talk of treachery," said the young Spaniard earnestly. "Believe me that in this matter, your conscience is over-sensitive. After all, what does His Eminence propose? Only this, that for a little while--a few days only perhaps--His Grace of Wess.e.x should be led to believe, through the testimony of his own eyes, that the Lady Ursula Glynde is not altogether worthy to become d.u.c.h.ess of Wess.e.x. The wench Mirrab will play her part unconsciously, and therefore to perfection. No one but His Grace shall be witness of the scene which we propose to enact, and though his disenchantment will be complete, do you think that he will greatly suffer thereby? Surely you do not imagine that he has fallen seriously in love with Lady Ursula in one hour: his own amour-propre will suffer a very transitory pang _et tout sera dit_."
"The Duke of Wess.e.x will never break his heart or quarrel with a friend for the sake of a woman," added the Cardinal in his smooth, gentle voice.
"Like the bee, His Grace lingers over a flower only whilst he finds the perfume sweet," continued Don Miguel. "If he thinks the Lady Ursula false, he will turn to some other pretty maid with an indulgent smile for woman"s frailty."
All this sounded plausible enough, and Lord Everingham, at war with his own conscience, was only too willing to be persuaded that he was in no way wronging his friend. One scruple, however, still held him back and would not be denied.
"There is one person in all this, my lord Marquis," he said, "whom I notice you and His Eminence scarce trouble to think about."
"Who is that, milor?"
"The Lady Ursula Glynde!"
"Bah! What of her?"
"A girl"s reputation, my lord, is in England held to be sacred."
"Why should her reputation suffer? Who will gossip of this affair? You?
I"ll not believe it! His Grace of Wess.e.x?--perish the thought. Nay! to satisfy that over-sensitive conscience of yours, milor, may I remind you that you are not pledged to secrecy. If on your return from Scotland you find that the Lady Ursula"s reputation has suffered in any way through the little scheme which we purpose, you will be at liberty to right the innocent and to confound the guilty. Is that not so, Your Eminence?"
"You have said it, my son," replied the Cardinal.