"Ah, the Dauphiness!" said the elder woman, with a meaning sound and shake of the head.
"Scandal-evil tongues!" growled the man.
"Nay, Master Jerome, there"s no denying it, for a merchant of Bourges told me. She runs about the country on foot, like no discreet woman, let alone a princess, with a good-for-nothing minstrel after her. Ah, you may grunt and make signs, but I had it from the Countess de Craylierre"s own tirewoman, who came for a bit of lace, that the Dauphin is about to the Sire Jamet de Tillay caught her kissing the minstrel on a bench in the garden at Nanci."
"I would not trust the Sire de Tillay"s word. He is in debt to every merchant of the place-a smooth-tongued deceiver. Belike he is bribed to defame the poor lady, that the Dauphin may rid himself of a childless wife."
The young girl was growing restless, declaring that the rain was over, and that they should miss the getting good places at the show. Margaret had stood all this time leaning against her pillar, with hands clenched together and teeth firm set, trying to control the shuddering of horror and indignation that went through her whole frame. She started convulsively when Linette moved after the burgher, but put a force upon herself when she perceived that it was in order to inquire how best to reach the Hotel de Terreforte.
He pointed to the opposite door of the church, and Linette, reconnoitring and finding that it led into a street entirely quiet and deserted, went back to the Dauphiness, whom she found sunk on her knees, stiff and dazed.
"Come, Madame," she entreated, trying to raise her, "the Hotel de Terreforte is near, these houses shelter us, and the rain is nearly over."
Margaret did not move at first; then she looked up and said, "What was it that they said, Linette?"
"Oh! no matter what they said, Madame; they were ignorant creatures, who knew not what they were talking about. Come, you are wet, you are exhausted. This good lady will know how to help you."
"There is no help in man," said Margaret, wildly stretching out her arms. "Oh, G.o.d! help me-a desolate woman-and my sisters! Betrayed! betrayed!"
Very much alarmed, Linette at last succeeded in raising her to her feet, and guiding her, half-blinded as she seemed, to the portal of the Hotel de Terreforte-an archway leading into a courtyard. It was by great good fortune that the very first person who stood within it was old Andrew of the Cleugh, who despised all French sports in comparison with the completeness of his master"s equipment, and was standing at the gate, about to issue forth in quest of leather to mend a defective strap. His eyes fell on the forlorn wanderer, who had no longer energy to keep her hood forward. "My certie! he exclaimed, in utter amaze.
The Scottish words and voice seemed to revive Margaret, and she tottered forward, exclaiming, "Oh! good man, help me! take me to the Lady."
Fortunately the Lady of Glenuskie, being much busied in preparations for her journey, had sent Annis to the sports with the Lady of Terreforte, and was ready to receive the poor, drenched, exhausted being, who almost stumbled into her motherly arms, weeping bitterly, and incoherently moaning something about her sisters, and her husband, and "betrayed."
Old Christie was happily also at home, and dry clothing, a warm posset, and the Lady"s own bed, perhaps still more her soothing caresses, brought Margaret back to the power of explaining her distress intelligibly-at least as regarded her sisters. She had discovered that their escort had been that bitter foe of their house, Robert Hall, and she verily believed that he had betrayed her sisters into the hands of some of the routiers who infested the roads.
Dame Lilias could not but think it only too likely; but she said "the worst that could well befall the poor la.s.sies in that case would be their detention until a ransom was paid, and if their situation was known, the King, the Dauphin, and the Duke of Brittany would be certain one or other to rescue them by force of arms, if not to raise the money." She saw how Margaret shuddered at the name of the Dauphin.
"Oh! I have jewels-pearls-gold," cried Margaret. "I could pay the sum without asking any one! Only, where are they, where are they? What are they not enduring-the dear maidens! Would that I had never let them out of my sight!"
"Would that I had not!" echoed Dame Lilias. "But cheer up, dear Lady, Madame de Ste. Petronelle is with them and will watch over them; and she knows the ways of the country, and how to deal with these robbers, whoever they may be. She will have a care of them."
But though the Lady of Glenuskie tried to cheer the unhappy princess, she was full of consternation and misgivings as to the fate of her young cousins, whom she loved heartily, and she was relieved when, in accordance with the summons that she had sent, her husband"s spurs were heard ringing on the stair.
He heard the story with alarm. He knew that Sir Andrew Gordon had been told off to lead the convoy, and had even conversed with him on the subject.
"Who exchanged him for Hall?" he inquired.
"Oh, do not ask," cried the unhappy Margaret, covering her face with her hands, and the shrewder Scots folk began to understand, as glances pa.s.sed between them, though they spared her.
She had intended throwing herself at the feet of the King, who had never been unkind to her, and imploring his succour; but Sir Patrick brought word that the King and Dauphin were going forth together to visit the Abbot of a shrine at no great distance, and as soon as she heard that the Dauphin was with his father, she shrank together, and gave up her purpose for the present. Indeed, Sir Patrick thought it advisable for him to endeavour to discover what had really become of the princesses before applying to the King, or making their loss public. Nor was the Dauphiness in a condition to repair to Court. Dame Lilias longed to keep her and nurse and comfort her that evening; but while the spiteful whispers of De Tillay were abroad, it was needful to be doubly prudent, and the morning"s escapade must if possible be compensated by a public return to Chateau le Surry. So Margaret was placed on Lady Drummond"s palfrey, and accompanied home by all the attendants who could be got together. She could hardly sit upright by the time the short ride was over, for pain in the side and st.i.tch in her breath. Again Lady Drummond would have stayed with her, but the Countess de Craylierre, who had been extremely offended and scandalised by the expedition of the Dauphiness, made her understand that no one could remain there except by the invitation of the Dauphin, and showed great displeasure at any one but herself attempting the care of Madame la Dauphine, who, as all knew, was subject to megrims.
Margaret entreated her belle cousine to return in the morning and tell her what had been done, and Dame Lilias accordingly set forth with Annis immediately after ma.s.s and breakfast with the news that Sir Patrick had taken counsel with the Sieur de erreforte, and that they had got together such armed attendants as they could, and started with their sons for Nanci, where they hoped to discover some traces of the lost ladies.
Indeed, he had brought his wife on his way, and was waiting in the court in case the Princess should wish to see him before he went; but Lilias found poor Margaret far too ill for this to be of any avail. She had tossed about all night, and now was lying partly raised on a pile of embroidered, gold-edged pillows, under an enormous, stiff, heavy quilt, gorgeous with heraldic colours and devices, her pale cheeks flushed with fever, her breath catching painfully, and with a terrible short cough, murmuring strange words about her sisters, and about cruel tongues. A crowd of both s.e.xes and all ranks filled the room, gazing and listening.
She knew her cousin at her entrance, clasped her hand tight, and seemed to welcome her native tongue, and understand her a.s.surance that Sir Patrick was gone to seek her sisters; but she wandered off into, "Don"t let him ask Jamet. Ah, Katie Douglas, keep the door! They are coming."
Her husband, returning from the morning ma.s.s, had way made for him as he advanced to the bed, and again her understanding partly returned, as he said in his low, dry voice, "How now, Madame?"
She looked up at him, held out her hot hand, and gasped, "Oh, sir, sir, where are they?"
"Be more explicit, ma mie," he said, with an inscrutable face.
"You know, you know. Oh, husband, my Lord, you do not believe it. Say you do not believe it. Send the whispering fiend away. He has hidden my sisters."
"She raves," said Louis. "Has the chirurgeon been with her?"
"He is even now about to bleed her, my Lord," said Madame de Craylierre, "and so I have sent for the King"s own physician."
Louis"s barber-surgeon (not yet Olivier le Dain) was a little, crooked old Jew, at sight of whom Margaret screamed as if she took him for the whispering fiend. He would fain have cleared the room and relieved the air, but this was quite beyond his power; the ladies, knights, pages and all chose to remain and look on at the struggles of the poor patient, while Madame de Craylierre and Lady Drummond held her fast and forced her to submit. Her husband, who alone could have prevailed, did not or would not speak the word, but shrugged his shoulders and left the room, carrying off with him at least his own attendants.
When she saw her blood flow, Margaret exclaimed, "Ah, traitors, take me instead of my father-only-a priest."
Presently she fainted, and after partly reviving, seemed to doze, and this, being less interesting, caused many of the spectators to depart.
When she awoke she was quite herself, and this was well, for the King came to visit her. Margaret was fond of her father-in-law, who had always been kind to her; but she was too ill, and speech hurt her too much, to allow her to utter clearly all that oppressed her.
"My sisters! my poor sisters!" she moaned.
"Ah! ma belle fille, fear not. All will be well with them. No doubt, my good brother Rene has detained them, that Madame Eleanore may study a little more of his music and painting. We will send a courier to Nanci, who will bring good news of them," said the King, in a caressing voice which soothed, if it did not satisfy, the sufferer.
She spoke out some thanks, and he added, "They may come any moment, daughter, and that will cheer your little heart, and make you well. Only take courage, child, and here is my good physician, Maitre Bertrand, come to heal you."
Margaret still held the King"s hand, and sought to detain him. "Beau pere, beau pere," she said, "you will not believe them! You will silence them."
"Whom, what, ma mie?"
"The evil-speakers. Ah! Jamet."
"I believe nothing my fair daughter tells me not to believe."
"Ah! sire, he speaks against me. He says-"
"Hush! hush, child. Whoever vexes my daughter shall have his tongue slit for him. But here we must give place to Maitre Bertrand."
Maitre Bertrand was a fat and stolid personage, who, nevertheless, had a true doctor"s squabble with the Jew Samiel and drove him out. His treatment was to exclude all the air possible, make the patient breathe all sorts of essences, and apply freshly-killed pigeons to the painful side.
Margaret did not mend under this method. She begged for Samiel, who had several times before relieved her in slight illnesses; but she was given to understand that the Dauphin would not permit him to interfere with Maitre Bertrand.
"Ah!" she said to Dame Lilias, in their own language, "my husband calls Bertrand an old fool! He does not wish me to recover! A childless wife is of no value. He would have me dead! And so would I-if my fame were cleared. If my sisters were found! Oh! my Lord, my Lord, I loved him so!"
Poor Margaret! Such was her cry, whether sane or delirious, hour after hour, day after day. Only when delirious she rambled into Scotch and talked of Perth; went over again her father"s murder, or fancied her sisters in the hands of some of the ferocious chieftains of the North, and screamed to Sir Patrick or to Geordie Douglas to deliver them. Where was all the chivalry of the Bleeding Heart?
Or, again, she would piteously plead her own cause with her husband-not that he was present, a morning glance into her room sufficed him; but she would excuse her own eager folly-telling him not to be angered with her, who loved him wholly and entirely, and begging him to silence the wicked tongues that defamed her.
When sensible she was very weak, and capable of saying very little; but she clung fast to Lady Drummond, and, Dauphin or no Dauphin, Dame Lilias was resolved on remaining and watching her day and night, Madame de Craylierre becoming ready to leave the nursing to her when it became severe.
The King came to see his daughter-in-law almost every day, and always spoke to her in the same kindly but unmeaning vein, a.s.suring her that her sisters must be safe, and promising to believe nothing against herself; but, as the Lady of Glenuskie knew from Olivier de Terreforte, taking no measures either to discover the fate of the princesses or to banish and silence Jamet de Tillay, though it was all over the Court that the Dauphiness was dying for love of Alain Chartier. Was it that his son prevented him from acting, or was it the strange indifference and indolence that always made Charles the Well-Served bestir himself far too late?
Any way, Margaret of Scotland was brokenhearted, utterly weary of life, and with no heart or spirit to rally from the illness caused by the chill of her hasty walk. She only wished to live long enough to know that her sisters were safe, see them again, and send them under safe care to Brittany. She exacted a promise from Dame Lilias never to leave them again till they were in safe hands, with good husbands, or back in Scotland with their brother and good Archbishop Kennedy. "Bid Jeanie never despise a true heart; better, far better, than a crown," she sighed.
Louis concerned himself much that all the offices of religion should be provided. He attended the ma.s.s daily celebrated in her room, and caused priests to pray in the farther end continually. Lady Drummond, who had not given up hope, and believed that good tidings of her sisters might almost be a cure, thought that he really hurried on the last offices, at which he devoutly a.s.sisted. However, the confession seemed to have given Margaret much comfort. She told Dame Lilias that the priest had shown her how to make an offering to G.o.d of her sore suffering from slander and evil report, and reminded her that to endure it patiently was treading in the steps of her Master. She was resolved, therefore, to make no further struggle nor complaint, but to trust that her silence and endurance would be accepted. She could pray for her sisters and their safety, and she would endeavour to yield up even that last earthly desire to be certified of their safety, and to see their bonnie faces once more. So there she lay, a being formed by nature and intellect to have been the inspiring helpmeet of some n.o.ble-hearted man, the stay of a kingdom, the education of all around her in all that was beautiful and refined, but cast away upon one of the most mean and selfish-hearted of mankind, who only perceived her great qualities to hate and dread their manifestation in a woman, to crush them by his contempt; and finally, though he did not originate the cruel slander that broke her heart, he envenomed it by his sneers, so as to deprive her of all power of resistance.
The lot of Margaret of Scotland was as piteous as that of any of the doomed house of Stewart. And there the Lady of Glenuskie and Annis de Terreforte watched her sinking day by day, and still there were no tidings of Jean and Eleanor from Nanci, no messenger from Sir Patrick to tell where the search was directed.
CHAPTER 9. BALCHENBURG
"In these wylde deserts where she now abode There dwelt a salvage nation, which did live On stealth and spoil, and making nightly rade Into their neighbours" borders."-SPENSER.
A terrible legacy of the Hundred Years" War, which, indeed, was not yet entirely ended by the Peace of Tours, was the existence of bands of men trained to nothing but war and rapine, and devoid of any other means of subsistence than freebooting on the peasantry or travellers, whence they were known as routiers-highwaymen, and ecorcheurs-flayers. They were a fearful scourge to France in the early part of the reign of Charles VII., as, indeed, they had been at every interval of peace ever since the battle of Creci, and they really made a state of warfare preferable to the unhappy provinces, or at least to those where it was not actually raging. In a few years more the Dauphin contrived to delude many of them into an expedition, where he abandoned them and left them to be ma.s.sacred, after which he formed the rest into the nucleus of a standing army; but at this time they were the terror of travellers, who only durst go about any of the French provinces in well-armed and large parties.
The domains of King Rene, whether in Lorraine or Provence, were, however, reckoned as fairly secure, but from the time the little troop, with the princesses among them, had started from Nanci, Madame de Ste. Petronelle became uneasy. She looked up at the sun, which was shining in her face, more than once, and presently drew the portly mule she was riding towards George Douglas.
"Sir," she said, "you are the ladies" squire?"
"I have that honour, Madame."
"And a Scot?"
"Even so."
"I ask you, which way you deem that we are riding?"
"Eastward, Madame, if the sun is to be trusted. Mayhap somewhat to the south."
"Yea; and which side lies Chalons?"
This was beyond George"s geography. He looked up with open mouth and shook his head.
"Westward!" said the lady impressively. "And what"s yon in the distance?"
"Save that this land is as flat as a bannock, I"d have said "twas mountains."
"Mountains they are, young man!" said Madame de Ste. Petronelle emphatically-"the hills between Lorraine and Alsace, which we should be leaving behind us."
"Is there treachery?" asked George, reining up his horse. "Ken ye who is the captain of this escort?"
"His name is Hall; he is thick with the Dauphin. Ha! Madame, is he sib to him that aided in the slaughter of Eastern"s Eve night?"
"Just, laddie. "Tis own son to him that Queen Jean made dae sic a fearful penance. What are ye doing?"
"I"ll run the villain through, and turn back to Nanci while yet there is time," said George, his hand on his sword.
"Hold, ye daft bodie! That would but bring all the lave on ye. There"s nothing for it but to go on warily, and maybe at the next halt we might escape from them."
But almost while Madame de Ste. Petronelle spoke there was a cry, and from a thicket there burst out a band of men in steel headpieces and buff jerkins, led by two or three hors.e.m.e.n. There was a confused outcry of "St. Denys! St. Andrew!" on one side, "Yield!" on the other. Madame"s rein was seized, and though she drew her dagger, her hand was caught before she could strike, by a fellow who cried, "None of that, you old hag, or it shall be the worse for thee!"
"St. Andrew! St. Andrew!" screamed Eleanor. "Scots, to the rescue of your King"s sisters!"
"Douglas-Douglas, help!" cried Jean. But each was surrounded by a swarm of the ruffians; and as George Douglas hastily pushed down some with his horse, and struck down one or two with his sword, he was felled by a mighty blow on the head, and the ecorcheurs thronged over him, dragging him off his horse, any resistance on the part of the Scottish archers, their escort, they could not tell; they only heard a tumult of shouts and cries, and found rude hands holding them on their horses and dragging them among the trees. Their screams for help were answered by a gruff voice from a horseman, evidently the leader of the troop. "Hold that noise, Lady! No ill is meant to you, but you must come with us. No; screams are useless! There"s none to come to you. Stop them, or I must!"
"There is none!" said Madame de Ste. Petronelle"s voice in her own tongue; "best cease to cry, and not fash the loons more."
The sisters heard, and in her natural tone Eleanor said in French, "Sir, know you who you are thus treating? The King"s daughter-sisters of the Dauphiness!"
He laughed. "Full well," he answered, in very German-sounding French.
"Such usage will bring the vengeance of the King and Dauphin on you."
He laughed yet more loudly. His face was concealed by his visor, but the ill-fitting armour and great roan horse made Jean recognise the knight whose eyes had dwelt on her so boldly at the tournament, and she added her voice.
"Your Duke of the Tirol will punish this."
"He has enough to do to mind his own business," was the answer.
"Come, fair one, hold your tongue! There"s no help for it, and the less trouble you give us the better it will be for you."
"But our squire!" Jean exclaimed, looking about her. "Where is he?"
Again there was a rude laugh.
"Showed fight. Disposed of. See there!" and Jean could not but recognise the great gray horse from the Mearns that George Douglas had always ridden. Had she brought the gallant youth to this, and without word or look to reward his devotion? She gave one low cry, and bowed her head, grieved and sick at heart. While Eleanor, on her side, exclaimed, "Felon, thou hast slain a n.o.bleman"s brave heir! Disgrace to knighthood!"
"Peace, maid, or we will find means to silence thy tongue," growled the leader; and Madame de Ste. Petronelle interposed, "Whisht-whisht, my bairn; dinna anger them." For she saw that there was more disposition to harshness towards Eleanor than towards Jean, whose beauty seemed to command a sort of regard.
Eleanor took the hint. Her eyes filled with tears, and her bosom heaved at the thought of the requital of the devotion of the brave young man, lying in his blood, so far from his father and his home; but she would not have these ruffians see her weep and think it was for herself, and she proudly straightened herself in her saddle and choked down the rising sob.
On, on they went, at first through the wood by a tangled path, then over a wide moor covered with heather, those mountains, which had at first excited the old lady"s alarm, growing more distinct in front of them; going faster, too, so that the men who held the reins were half running, till the ground began to rise and grow rougher, when, at an order in German from the knight, a man leapt on in front of each lady to guide her horse.
Where were they going? No one deigned to ask except Madame de Ste. Petronelle, and her guard only grunted, "Nicht verstand," or something equivalent.
A thick ma.s.s of wood rose before them, a stream coming down from it, and here there was a halt, the ladies were lifted down, and the party, who numbered about twelve men, refreshed themselves with the provisions that the Infanta Yolande had hospitably furnished for her guests. The knight awkwardly, but not uncivilly, offered a share to his captives, but Eleanor would have moved them off with disdain, and Jean sat with her head in her hands, and would not look up.
The old lady remonstrated. "Eat-eat," she said. "We shall need all our spirit and strength, and there"s no good in being weak and spent with fasting."
Eleanor saw the prudence of this, and accepted the food and wine offered to her; but Jean seemed unable to swallow anything but a long draught of wine and water, and scarcely lifted her head from her sister"s shoulder. Eleanor held her rosary, and though the words she conned over were Latin, all her heart was one silent prayer for protection and deliverance, and commendation of that brave youth"s soul to bis Maker.