"Go away for awhile, Edwin, and then return; we shall want to see you again," said Jane.
Upon my return Mary was more composed. Jane had dressed her hair, and she was sitting on the bed in her riding habit, hat in hand. Her fingers were nervously toying at the ribbons and her eyes cast down.
"You are surely right, Sir Edwin. I have no excuse. I can have none; but I will tell you how it was. You remember the day you left me in the waiting-room of the king"s council?--when they were discussing my marriage without one thought of me, as if I were but a slave or a dumb brute that could not feel." She began to weep a little, but soon recovered herself. "While waiting for you to return, the Duke of Buckingham came in. I knew Henry was trying to sell me to the French king, and my heart was full of trouble--from more causes than you can know. All the council, especially that butcher"s son, were urging him on, and Henry himself was anxious that the marriage should be brought about. He thought it would strengthen him for the imperial crown. He wants everything, and is ambitious to be emperor. Emperor! He would cut a pretty figure! I hoped, though, I should be able to induce him not to sacrifice me to his selfish interests, as I have done before, but I knew only too well it would tax my powers to the utmost this time. I knew that if I did anything to anger or to antagonize him, it would be all at an end with me. You know he is so exacting with other people"s conduct, for one who is so careless of his own--so virtuous by proxy. You remember how cruelly he disgraced and crushed poor Lady Chesterfield, who was in such trouble about her husband, and who went to Grouche"s only to learn if he were true to her. Henry seems to be particularly sensitive in that direction. One would think it was in the commandments: "Thou shalt not go to Grouche"s." It may be that some have gone there for other purposes than to have their fortunes told--to meet, to--but I need not say that I--" and she stopped short, blushing to her hair.
"Well, I knew I could do nothing with Henry if he once learned of that visit, especially as it resulted so fatally. Oh! why did I go? Why _did_ I go? That was why I hesitated to tell Henry at once. I was hoping some other way would open whereby I might save Charles--Master Brandon. While I was waiting, along came the Duke of Buckingham, and as I knew he was popular in London, and had almost as much influence there as the king, a thought came to me that he might help us.
"I knew that he and Master Brandon had pa.s.sed a few angry words at one time in my ball-room--you remember--but I also knew that the duke was in--in love with me, you know, or pretended to be--he always said he was--and I felt sure I could, by a little flattery, induce him to do anything. He was always protesting that he would give half his blood to serve me. As if anybody wanted a drop of his wretched blood. Poor Master Brandon! his blood ..." and the tears came, choking her words for the moment. "So I told the duke I had promised you and Jane to procure Master Brandon"s liberty, and asked him to do it for me. He gladly consented, and gave me his knightly word that it should be attended to without an hour"s delay. He said it might have to be done secretly in the way of an escape--not officially--as the Londoners were very jealous of their rights and much aroused on account of the killing. Especially, he said that at that time great caution must be used, as the king was anxious to conciliate the city in order to procure a loan for some purpose--my dower, I suppose.
"The duke said it should be as I wished; that Master Brandon should escape, and remain away from London for a few weeks until the king procured his loan, and then be freed by royal proclamation.
"I saw Buckingham the next day, for I was very anxious, you may be sure, and he said the keeper of Newgate had told him it had been arranged the night before as desired. I had come to Windsor because it was more quiet, and my heart was full. It is quite a distance from London, and I thought it might afford a better opportunity to--to see--I thought, perhaps Master Brandon might come--might want to--to--see Jane and me; in fact I wrote him before I left Greenwich that I should be here. Then I heard he had gone to New Spain. Now you see how all my troubles have come upon me at once; and this the greatest of them, because it is my fault. I can ask no forgiveness from any one, for I cannot forgive myself."
She then inquired about Brandon"s health and spirits, and I left out no distressing detail you may be sure.
During my recital she sat with downcast eyes and tear-stained face, playing with the ribbons of her hat.
When I was ready to go she said: "Please say to Master Brandon I should like--to--see--him, if he cares to come, if only that I may tell him how it happened."
"I greatly fear, in fact, I know he will not come," said I. "The cruelest blow of all, worse even than the dungeon, or the sentence of death, was your failure to save him. He trusted you so implicitly. At the time of his arrest he refused to allow me to tell the king, saying he knew you would see to it--that you were pure gold."
"Ah, did he say that?" she asked, as a sad little smile lighted her face.
"His faith was so entirely without doubt, that his recoil from you is correspondingly great. He goes to New Spain as soon as his health is recovered sufficiently for him to travel."
This sent the last fleck of color from her face, and with the words almost choking her throat: "Then tell him what I have said to you and perhaps he will not feel so--"
"I cannot do that either, Lady Mary. When I mentioned your name the other day he said he would curse me if I ever spoke it again in his hearing."
"Is it so bad as that?" Then, meditatively: "And at his trial he did not tell the reason for the killing? Would not compromise me, who had served him so ill, even to save his own life? n.o.ble, n.o.ble!" And her lips went together as she rose to her feet. No tears now; nothing but glowing, determined womanhood.
"Then I will go to him wherever he may be. He shall forgive me, no matter what my fault."
Soon after this we were on our way to London at a brisk gallop.
We were all very silent, but at one time Mary spoke up from the midst of a reverie: "During the moment when I thought Master Brandon had been executed--when you said it was too late--it seemed that I was born again and all made over; that I was changed in the very texture of my nature by the shock, as they say the grain of the iron cannon is sometimes changed by too violent an explosion." And this proved to be true in some respects.
We rode on rapidly and did not stop in London except to give the horses drink.
After crossing the bridge, Mary said, half to Jane and half to herself: "I will never marry the French king--never." Mary was but a girl pitted against a body of brutal men, two of them rulers of the two greatest nations on earth--rather heavy odds, for one woman.
We rode down to Greenwich and entered the palace without exciting comment, as the princess was in the habit of coming and going at will.
The king and queen and most of the courtiers were in London--at Bridewell House and Baynard"s Castle--where Henry was vigorously pushing the loan of five hundred thousand crowns for Mary"s dower, the only business of state in which, at that time, he took any active interest. Subsequently, as you know, he became interested in the divorce laws, and the various methods whereby a man, especially a king, might rid himself of a distasteful wife; and after he saw the truth in Anne Boleyn"s eyes, he adopted a combined policy of church and state craft that has brought us a deal of senseless trouble ever since--and is like to keep it up.
As to Mary"s dower, Henry was to pay Louis only four hundred thousand crowns, but he made the marriage an excuse for an extra hundred thousand, to be devoted to his own private use.
When we arrived at the palace, the girls went to their apartments and I to mine, where I found Brandon reading. There was only one window to our common room--a dormer-window, set into the roof, and reached by a little pa.s.sage as broad as the window itself, and perhaps a yard and a half long. In the alcove thus formed was a bench along the wall, cushioned by Brandon"s great campaign cloak. In this window we often sat and read, and here was Brandon with his book. I had intended to tell him the girls were coming, for when Mary asked me if I thought he would come to her at the palace, and when I had again said no, she reiterated her intention of going to him at once; but my courage failed me and I did not speak of it.
I knew that Mary ought not to come to our room, and that if news of it should reach the king"s ears there would be more and worse trouble than ever, and, as usual, Brandon would pay the penalty for all. Then again, if it were discovered it might seriously compromise both Mary and Jane, as the world is full of people who would rather say and believe an evil thing of another than to say their prayers or to believe the holy creed.
I had said as much to the Lady Mary when she expressed her determination to go to Brandon. She had been in the wrong so much of late that she was humbled; and I was brave enough to say whatever I felt; but she said she had thought it all over, and as every one was away from Greenwich it would not be found out if done secretly.
She told Jane she need not go; that she, Mary, did not want to take any risk of compromising her.
You see, trouble was doing a good work in the princess, and had made it possible for a generous thought for another to find spontaneous lodgment in her heart. What a great thing it is, this human suffering, which so sensitizes our sympathy, and makes us tender to another"s pain. Nothing else so fits us for earth or prepares us for heaven.
Jane would have gone, though, had she known that all her fair name would go with her. She was right, you see, when she told me, while riding over to Windsor, that should Mary"s love blossom into a full-blown pa.s.sion she would wreck everything and everybody, including herself perhaps, to attain the object of so great a desire.
It looked now as if she were on the high road to that end. Nothing short of chains and fetters could have kept her from going to Brandon that evening. There was an inherent force about her that was irresistible and swept everything before it.
In our garret she was to meet another will, stronger and infinitely better controlled than her own, and I did not know how it would all turn out.
_CHAPTER XII_
_Atonement_
I had not been long in the room when a knock at the door announced the girls. I admitted them, and Mary walked to the middle of the floor. It was just growing dark and the room was quite dim, save at the window where Brandon sat reading. G.o.ds! those were exciting moments; my heart beat like a woman"s. Brandon saw the girls when they entered, but never so much as looked up from his book. You must remember he had a great grievance. Even looking at it from Mary"s side of the case, certainly its best point of view, he had been terribly misused, and it was all the worse that the misuse had come from one who, from his standpoint, had _pretended_ to love him, and had wantonly led him on, as he had the best of right to think, to love her, and to suffer the keenest pangs a heart can know. Then you must remember he did not know even the best side of the matter, bad as it was, but saw only the naked fact, that in recompense for his great help in time of need, Mary had deliberately allowed him to lie in that dungeon a long, miserable month, and would have suffered him to die. So it was no wonder his heart was filled with bitterness toward her. Jane and I had remained near the door, and poor Mary was a pitiable princess, standing there so full of doubt in the middle of the room. After a moment she stepped toward the window, and, with quick-coming breath, stopped at the threshold of the little pa.s.sage.
"Master Brandon, I have come, not to make excuses, for nothing can excuse me, but to tell you how it all happened--by trusting to another."
Brandon arose, and marking the place in his book with his finger, followed Mary, who had stepped backward into the room.
"Your highness is very gracious and kind thus to honor me, but as our ways will hereafter lie as far apart as the world is broad, I think it would have been far better had you refrained from so imprudent a visit; especially as anything one so exalted as yourself may have to say can be no affair of such as I--one just free of the hangman"s noose."
"Oh! don"t! I pray you. Let me tell you, and it may make a difference.
It must pain you, I know, to think of me as you do, after--after--you know; after what has pa.s.sed between us."
"Yes, that only makes it all the harder. If you could give your kisses"--and she blushed red as blood--"to one for whom you care so little that you could leave him to die like a dog, when a word from you would have saved him, what reason have I to suppose they are not for every man?"
This gave Mary an opening of which she was quick enough to take advantage, for Brandon was in the wrong.
"You know that is not true. You are not honest with me nor with yourself, and that is not like you. You know that no other man ever had, or could have, any favor from me, even the slightest. Wantonness is not among my thousand faults. It is not that which angers you. You are sure enough of me in that respect. In truth, I had almost come to believe you were too sure, that I had grown cheap in your eyes, and you did not care so much as I thought and hoped for what I had to give, for after that day you came not near me at all. I know it was the part of wisdom and prudence that you should remain away; but had you cared as much as I, your prudence would not have held you."
She hung her head a moment in silence; then, looking at him, almost ready for tears, continued: "A man has no right to speak in that way of a woman whose little favors he has taken, and make her regret that she has given a gift only that it may recoil upon her. "Little," did I say? Sir, do you know what that--first--kiss was to me? Had I possessed all the crowns of all the earth I would have given them to you as willingly. Now you know the value I placed on it, however worthless it was to you. Yet I was a cheerful giver of that great gift, was I not? And can you find it in your heart to make of it a shame to me--that of which I was so proud?"
She stood there with head inclined a little to one side, looking at him inquiringly as if awaiting an answer. He did not speak, but looked steadily at his book. I felt, however, that he was changing, and I was sure her beauty, never more exquisite than in its present humility, would yet atone for even so great a fault as hers. Err, look beautiful, and receive remission! Such a woman as Mary carries her indulgence in her face.
I now began to realize for the first time the wondrous power of this girl, and ceased to marvel that she had always been able to turn even the king, the most violent, stubborn man on earth, to her own wishes.
Her manner made her words eloquent, and already, with true feminine tactics, she had put Brandon in the wrong in everything because he was wrong in part.
Then she quickly went over what she had said to me. She told of her great dread lest the king should learn of the visit to Grouche"s and its fatal consequences, knowing full well it would render Henry impervious to her influence and precipitate the French marriage. She told him of how she was going to the king the day after the arrest to ask his release, and of the meeting with Buckingham, and his promise.
Still Brandon said nothing, and stood as if politely waiting for her to withdraw.