"Good-bye, my lady," he said simply, "and G.o.d bless you." So that only I could hear him, he added, "Tak" good keer on "er, Master Noll. Jin"s awful sot on "er, and wunna luk at me if any "arm "appens "er."
I gripped his hard hand, gave him my parting message home, and then crouched and pushed the boat into and down the stream. As I lifted my hand from her and she glided into the blackness, I felt in my heart that the last link with the old life was broken. Then, as I rose to my feet, a hand was placed on my arm, and I tingled in every fibre at this sweet link with the new life.
CHAPTER V
THE ANCIENT HIGH HOUSE
I had found Mistress Tonks in her little back room, where she manufactured marry-me-quick by day and slept by night. Her cottage contained only one other room, serving as shop and living room, and fronting on a narrow lane which turned abruptly from the main street at the bridge-end to follow the curve of the walls. By the time I returned with Mistress Waynflete she had shuttered the window of the shop, snuffed the candles, and stirred the fire into a blaze.
Marry-me-quick was an ancient, wizened, little woman, so small that she hardly escaped being a dwarf, humpbacked, and inexpressibly ugly. In times not so long gone by she would a.s.suredly have burned as a witch, and many supposed her to be in league with the evil one. But in actual fact she was a cheery, voluble, and warm-hearted little body, and one on whom I could rely to serve us in this pinch.
"Mistress Tonks," I said, "I want you to shelter this lady for the night."
"To be sure," chirped the little woman. "Luckily I"ve kept the sojers off. Every house in the town is full of "em, and the Mayor"s at his wits"
end to know how to stuff "em all in. I should think a score of "em have come here, in ones, and twos, and threes; and when I stood bold up to them and said, "Do you want any marry-me-quick?" they were off like scared rabbits. A great, sweet lady like you wouldn"t think it, of course, but it"s a G.o.dsend at times for a lone woman when she"s ugly enough to turn cream sour, and somedeal crooked o" the body into the bargain."
"I shall certainly desire some marry-me-quick," said Mistress Waynflete, deftly evading the awkward conclusion of this speech, "for Master Wheatman has described it in terms that make my mouth water. And though you do not want to billet soldiers, you will, I know, befriend a soldier"s daughter."
"I should befriend the devil"s dam, asking your ladyship"s pardon, if Master Wheatman brought her here. I"m a little, lone, ugly woman, but Master Noll always stood by me. The lads, drat "em, were for ever pinching Master Dobson"s bull"s-eyes and gingerbread, and him mayor of the town, though he"s got lots grander than that since, but they never pinched any marry-me-quick, not in Master Noll"s time. But he"s gone now, and I"m not as nimble as I used to be. Jesus help me, how he had used to fight! He used to put my heart in my mouth, coming in here all blood and muck to wash himself afore he went home. But take your things off and make yourself at home."
"I"m afraid you"ll hear a too full and too true account of me, madam, while I am away," said I. "Soldiers are likely to call, but you can leave Mistress Tonks to deal with them. Still, please discard your own jacket and hat, and wear mother"s domino. It"s homely and country-like, and you must pull the hood over your head, since, if your hair has been described, and any soldier who calls has heard of it, he will have to be blind not to notice it."
"Yes, it"s dreadful stuff," she said, with amusing meekness.
"So dreadful, madam," said I soberly, "that all England cannot match it.
Therefore you must hide it, lest it should shock some poor soldier who comes seeking a billet and finds it."
She took off her hat, preparing to do what I asked, and the wondrous yellow hair, coils upon coils of it, was revealed. "Jesus help me," said little Marry-me-quick in a hushed voice, "the back of her head looks like a harvest moon. If the same G.o.d that made her ladyship made me, we shall begin life in heaven with a row, that"s all I"ve got to say."
I smiled at the quaint conceit of the little woman, which lost its irreverence towards G.o.d in its reverence for His handiwork. "Now mother Tonks," said I, "I leave this lady in your charge for a time while I go into the town to see Master Dobson. I may be away some time, and you"ll get us some supper. Anything you have will do."
"Anything I have?" she echoed scornfully. "I"ve got one of them rabbits you sent me last market day by that lozzicking Joe Braggs, but he"s a good gorby is Joe"--here her voice softened, and madam smiled agreement--"and this frost has kept it as sweet as a nut. If you"re not too hungry to wait, I"ll make you some rabbit-stew."
"Rabbit-stew? I"ll wait for that, and I"m sure Mistress Waynflete will,"
said I.
"I"ll live on marry-me-quick in the meantime," she replied, laughing.
"I leave you then in good hands, and hope to come back with cheerful news," I said, bowing low, and stepped forth on my errand.
I turned to the left and fifty paces brought me into the main street. A gun and a train of wagons were rumbling over the bridge, convoyed by a handful of dragoons and a riff-raff of noisy lads and la.s.ses. Late and cold as it was, the main street was thronged as on a fair day at noon.
Most of the shops, especially those that dealt in provisions, were open and full of vociferous customers, while every alehouse was a pandemonium.
The street was choked with townspeople and soldiery; lanterns flickered and torches flamed; oath and jest, bravado and buffoonery, filled the air.
I pushed my way to the market-place. Here about a dozen guns were parked, and at least a hundred horses tethered. At each corner a huge fire cracked and roared. The town hall was a blaze of light, and I heard from pa.s.sersby that the mayor and council had been in session since noon. The current rumour was that the Stuart, with fifty thousand Highlanders, savages who disembowelled women for sport and roasted children for food, had sacked Manchester and was now marching south, with h.e.l.l in his heart and desolation in his train. If one-hundredth of it were true, the worthy mayor had his work cut out, for the town was so ill-found that it would have fallen to a bombardment of turnips.
I took my stand on the town-hall steps to scan the scene and collect my thoughts. And here I had the best of luck, for who should come clanking down the steps but Jack Dobson. I had no need to envy him now, having better work on hand than his, but even if the mood of the midday had been prevailing, it would have disappeared before his hearty greeting.
"Noll, by gad, Noll," he cried, wringing my hand joyously. "I am glad to see you, bully-boy; I thought you were sulking in your tent like--like, you know his name, the fellow old Bloggs was always yarning about."
"Iphigenia," said I.
"Was that the chap?" he said cheerily. "And now I"ve got you, come along to the house. I"ve more to tell you than there is in all your silly old Virgil, and it"s alive, man, alive, alive. That"s why it suits me. Come along, Noll. Lord Brocton"s supping and staying with dad, so"s Sneyd, and a lot more, and you"ll hear all the news. Brocton"s a beast, and I"m glad I"m an officer, if it"s only a cornet in his rotten dragoons. There"ll be one beast less in the world, I"m thinking, before long."
"What"s he done to upset you?"
"I say, Noll," was his reply, "Kate did look sweet this afternoon. I was glad to have her come and see me off to the wars. I only had a few s.n.a.t.c.hes of talk with her. Brocton was for ever finding me something to do, rot him, but she did look sweet."
"All right, if she did. Never mind our Kate."
"Never mind your Kate, you barbarian, you one-eyed anthropathingamy! Oh, Noll, old friend"--there was a catch in his voice as he dragged me into the entry at the side of old Comfit"s shop,--"she"s your Kate now, but if I come back, I want her to be my Kate. Don"t breathe a word to her, Noll, unless I never come back,--war has its risks, Noll, and I"m going to take "em all,--but if I never come back, Noll, just tell Kate that I loved her."
A plump of townspeople yelled their way past the entry, and their torches lit up his fresh, boyish face, all alight with the enthusiasms of war and love. I clasped his hand, and we looked into each other"s eyes.
"I"m glad to tell you, Noll."
"I"m glad to hear it, Jack. Come back, for Kate"s sake."
The good fellow bubbled with joy at the meaning in my words, and we continued our way up the entry, intending a detour where we could talk in quiet, but before we had got out of the glare of the torches, he stopped me, looked searchingly at me and said, "Old Noll, there"s more in your head now than Virgil." This confirmed my suspicion that Master Jack Dobson was learning in his way more than I had learned in mine.
"Farming," said I. "Tell me why Brocton is a beast."
"He thinks every pretty woman a b.u.t.terfly for his filthy fingers to crush the beauty out of. But if he rolls his beast"s tongue round one name, either he or I will want that ferryman chap. What"s his name?"
"Charon," said I, forgetting to tease him.
"That"s him, Charon, I"m sure you"re right this time. I wasn"t sure about the sulky old boy in the tent. I always thought Iphi-something was the one that got his throat--Abram and Isaac sort of tale without any ram and thicket at the end of it--but of course you"ll be right."
"And what sort of dragoons are you cornet of?" I asked.
"They give me the bats, Noll. There"s about two hundred town-sweepings, not worth powder and shot, who want tying on their horses, and hardly know b.u.t.t from bayonet, and there"s another two hundred better men, got together coming along, or in the country around Lichfield. Sneyd, a rattling good fellow, and I have tossed for stations, and when it comes to a battle he"s to lead the yokels and I"m to follow behind, kicking the sc.u.m of London into the firing-line. d.a.m.n "em. But I"ll kick "em right enough. Then there"s Major Tixall--major, by gad--a slinking cut-throat, with a face the colour of pigs" liver. What he"s majoring it for, Brocton and the devil alone know. The only good thing is we"ve got a first-rate drill sergeant. He"s Brocton"s toady, and for that I don"t like him, but he does know his business, I must say that for him."
"Big-headed man, with a mouth slit up to his left ear?" said I, seizing the welcome opportunity.
"How the deuce do you know?" asked Jack, astonished.
"He came searching the Hanyards this afternoon for a Jacobite spy, a woman. But he didn"t find her. She slipped through his fingers somehow. I understood from big-mouth that you"d caught her father. What have you done with him? Is he crow"s meat yet?"
"No, for some reason or other, which is a mystery to me, Brocton sent him on with the van."
"Here?"
"No, farther on. Their orders are to push into Stone to-day, and Newcastle to-morrow. They ought to be in touch with the enemy there. Of course it"s not certain which way they"ll come, and if they come this way, Noll, mark you, we"ve made a mistake. We ought to have waited for "em at Milford. We could have blown "em to bits from the top of the hills, long before they could have got at us."
Our talk had brought us to an alley containing a side entrance to Master Dobson"s fine, old, timbered house, the pride of the town and known there as the "Ancient High House." It stood on the main street of the town, which led from the bridge to the market-place. For a moment I was undecided, since I had obtained the news that mattered most, but I had only been out a short time, the rabbit-stew would not be ready, Mistress Waynflete was safe and comfortable, and might prefer to be alone, it was possible that I might learn something further--and on these grounds I decided that it would be well worth while to accept Jack"s invitation. I therefore followed him into the withdrawing-room. Here I paid due courtesies to buxom Mistress Dobson and Mistress Priscilla Dobson, Jack"s oldest sister, a wasp-waisted bundle of formalities, for ever curtsying and coquetting, after the London mode as she fondly imagined. My back fairly ached with answering bobs and bows before we had drunk our part of a dish of tea, which Mistress Dobson had brewed wherewith to refresh herself after the toils of hospitality, but at last I jerked my way out at Jack"s heels, and we climbed to the stately barrel-roofed room where the great ones were a.s.sembled.