There was more than a pinch of swagger in me as I made my way back to the pa.s.sage overlooking the yard. Arrived there, I cautiously opened the nearest lattice and peered out. The inn-yard was dark and silent, and I was on the point of closing the window when I heard the clatter of hoofs on the stone-paving under the archway. A moment later a man on foot came in sight, and was followed into the yard by two men on horseback, one of them in charge of a led horse.
At once all was bustle. Ostlers ran up with lanterns, and the host came forward, candle in hand and a mult.i.tude of words on his tongue, to order things aright.
The man afoot was Master Freake, and it was clear that the riders were men of his, for I heard him ask them if they were quite clear as to their instructions, and both answered respectfully that they were. I could see they wore swords and that their horses were splendid, powerful animals, not much inferior to Sultan himself. Who and what was this man--"plain John Freake," as he called himself,--who carried large sums of money, domineered over self-important burgesses and mayors, who was served by such well-appointed hors.e.m.e.n, whom Master Dobson, a parliament man, feared, and my Lord Brocton had thought it worth while to attempt to put out of the way?
It was a riddle I could not read, but as I stood there, peering round the half-open lattice at the scene below, I was happier than ever I had been in my life. "Poor old Jack," said I to myself, "sweating and swearing over your riff-raff dragooners, and here am I, who envied you yester-morn, on the top rung of life."
"We shall get it if we"re late," said Mistress Margaret playfully in my ear. "Not because dad worries whether he eats or not, but because he"s so strong on mil-it-ary dis-cip-line." I write the words so, as a poor, paper imitation of the mincing gait she could put into her speech, which was ever one of her delightfulnesses. "You"d have been the better," she went on, "for a bringing-up on a troop-sergeant"s switch. See what it"s done for me!"
So she challenged me to admire her, and indeed I think that the witch was verily bent on casting a spell over me. No words can paint her as she stood in the dim-lit pa.s.sage, the infinite sum of womanhood, peerless in every grace and gift; not now the tense, proud Margaret of the quick rebuke and the shattering sarcasm, but the mirthful, trustful, grateful companion of our boy-and-girl escapade.
"I think you"re right, madam," said I. "Bloggs, dear old chap, flogged the meaning of Virgil into me, but I wish he had flogged in some of the meaning of life along with it. I feel as helpless as Saul would have felt with David"s sling and stones."
"Are you as one fighting a Goliath?"
"I am," said I, not able now to speak lightly, and not daring to look at her. Could any enterprise be more hopeless than the one my heart, against all the strivings of sense and reason, was beginning to set me? Through the open lattice I watched the flicker of lanterns in the yard, where the horses were being upped and whoaed stablewards.
"You will favour me, sir, with your escort into supper," said Margaret.
This brought me to myself with a jerk. I closed the lattice, offered her my arm, and we walked towards the guest-room where the Colonel was awaiting us.
"I think you"d better revise your knowledge of the Scriptures, Master Oliver," said she very quietly as I led her into the room.
"In what respect, Mistress Margaret?"
"You seem to have an imperfect recollection of the way in which Goliath met his death. It"s idle to say we"re late, dad, when supper"s not yet served."
He exploded into words I did not understand. "It"s all right, only French," whispered Margaret mischievously. "It means "name of a dog." I could swear better myself."
"That"s right," stormed the Colonel. "As fast as I curse soldiering into one ear of him, you coax it out of the other! I"ll be thankful when you"re under Mother Patterson"s wing in Chester."
The coming of Cherry-Cheeks and one of the hard-favoured maids with the supper, followed by our host with the wine, followed in turn by Master Freake, put an end to my first lesson in soldiering and the imprecatory wealth of continental languages, and straightway the host slopped over with apologies for the delay in serving the supper.
"Things are a bit upset in the town, y" mun know," he said, "and every wench in the "Rising Sun" "as been a devil unk.n.o.bbed all day. This red-faced hussy here, when "er was wanted to set the table, was off to see if that spindle-shanked Sim across at the Mayor"s was safe and sound. And besides, my lady and y"r "onours, the famous steak-and-kidney puddin" o"
the "Rising Sun" must be boiled to a bubble or it"s dummacked. If one got spiled, the news "ud run down to Chester and up to London in no time, and the "Red Lion" "ud get all my customers. His Grace of Kingston put up at the "Red Lion" in all innocence until his worship, for old friendship"s sake and a bottle of brandy, "ticed "im over "ere to one of my puddin"s.
"E started an inch off the table and ate till "e touched, as we say in Staffordsheer, and then sent for "is baggage, and "as lain "ere ever since in the great bedchamber over y"r yeds, an" I"m thinking to call it the Duke"s Room an" charge sixpence extra for it. It"s worth another sixpence to sleep in the same bed as a duke"s slep" in. If it ain"t, by gom, I"d like to know what he is for. d.a.m.n if y"r can tell by lukkin" at "im."
What I have for convenience" sake set down here as a continuous speech addressed to us all, was really a series of remarks addressed to whichever of us appeared for the moment to be listening, and broken by commands, scoldings, and threats addressed to the women. The tail-end of his remarks made me c.o.c.k my ear, for it indicated that we were at the centre of the danger zone.
"If I were you," interposed Master Freake at last, "I"d coax Prince Charlie to sleep in it and then charge a shilling extra. A prince, and my dislike of his ways doesn"t unprince him, is surely worth twice as much as a duke."
"Swelp me bob," cried the delighted host, slapping his thigh in high glee, "that "ud be better than a murder. It"s wunnerful how a murder "elps a "ouse. Tek the "Quiet Woman" o" Madeley. There was a murder there, and a d.a.m.n poor thing of a murder it was, nothing but a fudge-mounter cuttin" a besom-filer"s throat; poor wench, "er lived up on th" Higherland yonder, and I"ll bet it was wuth two-and-twenty barrel of beer to owd Wat. A murder"s clean providential to a pub--"
"d.a.m.n, get out," vociferated the Colonel, "or I"ll provide the murder and you the corpse."
The meal, be it said, was thoroughly good in every way. I"m not the man to despise my belly, and I don"t hold with those that do. There are better things in life than steak-and-kidney puddings, but my experience is they want a lot of finding. The Colonel would not hear of any talk about our affairs till supper was over. "I dare say you"re all agog to know what I"ve been doing and what we are going to do," he said to me. "That"s because you"re a youngster at everything and a mere infant-in-arms at soldiering. When you"ve had a month"s campaigning you"ll know that the only things really worth bothering about are supper and bed."
To my great content he immediately fell head over heels into argument with Master Freake, something about bounties on herring busses, if I remember aright, and Margaret and I were left to each other, and a rare treat I had in hearing her lively talk and watching her glowing beauty.
At last, with almost a sigh of satisfaction, and then with a mischief-glint in her eyes, she said, "The pudding has been very good, but I prefer ham and eggs, provided that the right person cooks them."
"I should agree," I replied, "with one other proviso."
"To wit," said she, with a gla.s.s of wine half-way to her lips.
"That the right person saves them from frizzling to a cinder."
She sipped her wine steadily, and then, leaning forward till the radiance of her yellow hair made me quiver, she whispered calmly, "Oliver, you"re a brute."
"Nay, madam," said I, "only a yokel."
She looked at me again as she had looked at me when I had kissed her hand beneath the hawthorns.
"h.e.l.lo, there," broke in the Colonel, addressing himself to me, "who was right about the dog"s life?"
"I was, of course," said Margaret promptly.
The host was rung for, his supper praised to his heart"s content, the table cleared, and a dish of tea ordered for Margaret. Bethinking me of the sergeant"s tuck, which might be useful, I asked the host to bring it up, and he did so.
When we were again left to ourselves, the Colonel took the sword, and examined it with his skilful eyes and practised hands.
"Somewhat heavy," said he, "but well balanced and well made, and of the truest steel. Are you a swordsman, Master Wheatman?"
"I never had one in my hand in my life till to-day," was my reply.
"Gird him for the wars, Margaret," said he. "So much of the ancient rules and customs of chivalry as can be observed in these mechanic days shall, by us at any rate, be observed. In strict law you ought to have spent a night in prayer and fasting, but your loyal service to Margaret is a good equivalent. To labour is to pray, say the parsons, and, my lad, always remember in your soldiering that a so-minded man can offer up a powerful prayer between pull of trigger and flash of priming. Kneel, Oliver, and in G.o.d"s sight you shall be more truly knighted than any capering and chattering of German Geordie"s can contrive."
And so, in the guest-room of the "Rising Sun," I knelt to my sweet mistress, and, before G.o.d and in the presence of Christopher Waynflete, Colonel of Horse in the service of the King of Sweden, and John Freake, citizen of London, Margaret, gravely and serenely beautiful, touched my shoulder with the sword and then girded it upon me.
"Sirs," she said, addressing her father and Master Freake, "the accolade has never been given to a worthier." Then, bending swiftly as a swallow dips in its flight over the meadows, she whispered emphatically in my ears, "Yokel it no more!"
CHAPTER XIII
PHARAOH"S KINE
"And now to business," said Master Freake.
"To pleasure, sir," said the Colonel. "Business is over."
He was leisurely filling his pipe, an example which Margaret, with a smile and a nod, gave me permission to follow.
"Tell us how you escaped," said Margaret. "Master Wheatman cannot too soon begin to learn the tricks of the trade. Sorry, dad," bending to kiss his hand; "you needn"t look at me in German. I mean rudiments of the profession."
"A woman who calls soldiering a trade ought to be forcibly married to a parson," said the Colonel pa.s.sionately.
"There"ll be a reasonable quant.i.ty of parsons to choose from at Chester,"