"Alas! my poor daughter"s dear and only friend!" exclaimed Sir Hugh. And then there was a pause of some moments amongst the party, whilst Grasp, whose heart was as hard and dry as the parchment he idolized, became again so deeply involved amongst his papers, that he seemed to lose sight of everything else around him; nay, even Sir Hugh and Arderne seemed totally to have forgotten his presence. Arderne, indeed, was lost in the thoughts this intelligence had conjured up. He called to mind the exceeding beauty of the high-born lady who thus had made him the heir to all her vast possessions; and as he did so, many little pa.s.sages between them, during his intimacy with his cousin Charlotte, flashed across his brain. At length, as his eye fell upon Grasp, he again questioned him.
"You were apparently employed," he said, "by the Lady Clara de Mowbray as her lawyer, Master Grasp?"
"I had that honour," said Grasp. "I was the instrument by which, under direction of her major-domo, or house steward, she gathered in her various rents. May I hope for a continuance of favour for the like, from your honour?"
"Know you the circ.u.mstances of the lady"s decease, and where she died?"
inquired Arderne.
"I do," said Grasp, "inasmuch as having been bound for the term of one year to keep the circ.u.mstances pertaining to the event secret; that time having now expired, I am at liberty to divulge to this honoured company all I know thereof."
"I pray you to proceed," said Arderne.
"It seemeth, then," said Grasp, "as I am given to understand by the steward or major-domo before-named, that since the melancholy fate of the daughter of the honoured master of this house, and who was (under favour for mentioning it) buried alive----"
"How! buried alive?" said the captain, laying down his pipe, whilst Sir Hugh groaned aloud, rose from his seat, and walked to the window, and Walter Arderne started as if he had received a bullet through his brain.
"Buried alive!" iterated Grasp, as he watched his auditors with the utmost satisfaction and curiosity. "I conceive it is no libel to say so much, _inasmuch_ as it is well known, and has indeed made some talk at the time."
"I pray you," said Arderne sternly, "to continue your relation, without further circ.u.mstance. You pain us all by such unnecessary particulars."
"Nay," said Grasp, "I crave pardon; but as the particularly horrible nature of that young lady"s end was in some sort necessary to what follows, I felt obliged, in some sort, to refer to it. Howbeit, I will now expedite my narrative, taking it from the events I have thus brought back to your remembrance. It seems, I say, that the particularly awful nature of the said Miss Charlotte Clopton"s death made a great impression upon the mind of the before-named Lady Clara de Mowbray, and whose intimate friend the before-mentioned Charlotte was; and that moreover the said Clara de Mowbray mourned over her said friend"s sad fate with strict observance of privacy for many months. Nay, that on the news first being told her of Mistress Charlotte"s having been buried, she, in fact, shut herself up from all communion with the world."
"We heard as much," said Arderne; "I pray you to proceed. She resided at Shottery Hall at that time I think?"
"She did so," continued Grasp, "and where, somewhat on the sudden (as I learn from her confidential servant,--also my client,) she conceived the idea of changing the current of her thoughts and ameliorating her grief by seeing foreign lands. In pursuance of which design she fitted out a vessel, hired a crew, engaged a gentleman of approved valour as captain, and sailed for the New World."
"How! said ye," exclaimed Captain Fluellyn, "fitted out a ship, engaged a crew and captain, and adventured to the New World?"
"What ship did she sail in, Master Lawyer Rasp?"
"Grasp, good sir, and it so please ye," said the lawyer.
"What ship, quotha--let me see. I have a doc.u.ment here, signed by one of her followers, and which states the name of the ship, the number of her crew, the t.i.tle of the said captain, and all thereunto appertaining and belonging. Ah! let me see," he continued, (fumbling about amongst his papers.) "the "Eagle"--the "Estridge"--the "Heron"--the "Hawk"--no, it was none of those. The--ah! here it is--the "Falcon," that was the vessel; Fluellyn, captain commanding; owner, Count Falconara."
The Captain looked at Walter Arderne, in whose face was reflected the astonishment depicted in his own; and both, as if by common impulse, rose from their seats, and walked forth into the open air.
Arderne took a turn along the dark walk which led to the rivulet at the bottom of the garden, ere he spoke. At length he approached the Captain (who, out of respect, had remained near the house).
"This is a strange matter!" said Fluellyn.
"It is indeed!" said Arderne. "It seems to me like something unreal. I can scarce believe that Clara de Mowbray hath perished in such a venture."
"You knew the lady, then?" said the Captain.
"I did," said Arderne. "She was the friend and intimate of Charlotte Clopton, she of whom ye have heard me speak, and consequently in former days much here; nay, she rented a mansion at Shottery for the purpose of being near her friend."
"Perhaps" said the Captain, "for the purpose of being near her _friend"s_ friend. "Tis evident she loved you, and you saw it not."
"Nay!" said Arderne, "she knew I was betrothed to my cousin."
"Tush, man! that mattered not amaravedi," said the Captain; "she loved you, spite of fate, and against hope. "Tis not uncommon with women. She heard of your desolate condition through the worthy Martin; and (urged by her strong love) she persuaded him to adventure with her, in the hope of discovering and rescuing you from your desolate situation: so much I can myself answer for. How she bore herself in that adventure, I have also reason to know. All we required to know further was the name of this Count of quality, and, behold! we have it. Come--thou art at least a richer man by the knowledge."
"Would to Heaven," said Arderne mournfully, "she were in the enjoyment of her own wealth. I seem to make shipwreck of all that interest themselves in my welfare."
"Ah!" said the blunt Captain, "I doubt thee not, good Master Arderne.
Such a woman were worthy of an emperor"s love; one to worship in life, and evermore sigh for when dead. But come--no more sad brow and sighing breath. Thou art the likeliest man in all the country,--hast fair domains, castles, parks, and warrens, according to yonder scrivener.
Such an one need not sigh for a wife methinks. Let us in, lest the old knight and the law-man fall to buffets, spite of the news brought."
"Sir Hugh must indeed not know of this," said Arderne, "at least, not at present; "twould but revive his grief for Martin"s loss. Over a cup of Canary after dinner we will relate the story."
And thus did Walter Arderne become the possessor of many fair domains in Warwickshire and other countries; for as there was none at that time to dispute possession, and as their former possessor was fairly identified, and her death deposed to by more than one of her own followers, so there was nothing to hinder him in the succession.
There was, however, a certain degree at melancholy attached to the whole affair, which seemed to throw a gloom over the estates, as he in turn visited them,--a something wanting--a deserted look--an inexpressible feeling of dislike to a.s.sume the mastery and ownership of these fair and fertile lands. "I can even yet hardly reconcile to myself the right of proprietorship here," he said to Sir Hugh, as they looked forth one day from the towers at Hill Morton upon a vast chase below. "It seems to me that I am an interloper--an usurper here."
"Tush--man!" said Sir Hugh; "this is to be overscrupulous. Take the good the G.o.ds send, and make no words on"t."
And thus matters rested quietly for days, weeks, and months, and then there arose matter which took the thoughts of men, throughout the land, from their own particular concerns, and (whilst the whole nation rang with the news) called up the energies of all.
Sir Hugh was with his nephew and friend when the first intimation of the certainty of this event reached Clopton. The day was hot, for it was just at the end of April, and the knight had ordered the dinner to be served in the hall, where they were enjoying the half hour after their meal "with pippins and cheese" and a whiff or two of the pleasant weed.
The soothing influence of his pipe was just composing the old knight to sleep when the sharp sound of hoofs were heard in the court without, and a messenger, "b.l.o.o.d.y with sparring, fiery red with haste," came clanking into the presence.
The sealed brief he handed to Sir Hugh--with the words, ride, ride, ride, upon the cover, in a few minutes after its perusal effectually dispelled the influence of the weed Sir Walter loved, inasmuch as it was from Sir Walter himself, and dated from Deptford.
"Come forth, my old friend," said the letter, "the time hath arrived for all to be stirring, "Tis now certain the Armada is about to sail. Let your nephew look to his command and bring up his companions. Our ships are ready for sea and men are wanted. "Fore Heaven, _we will singe the Dons whiskers for him_,[19] or smoke for it ourselves."
[Footnote 19: A saying of Sir Francis Drake"s at this time.]
CHAPTER XLIII.
ENGLAND ON THE DEFENSIVE.
Our story having now (with swift pa.s.sage) glided o"er some two years, we arrive at a period in which all England was aroused by the alarm of a dreadful invasion.
All corners that the eye of Heaven visited throughout the island were indeed frightened from their proprietary by the mighty preparation of the Spaniard,--a preparation of such vast magnitude that it shewed the determination of the foe to subdue, and put to indiscriminate slaughter, the whole population of the country, if possible exterminate heresy at one blow, and acquire eternal renown by reuniting the whole Christian world in the Catholic Communion. England at this period, it must be owned, was in a critical situation. A long peace had deprived it of all military discipline and experience. It was exposed to invasions from all quarters, as it was in reality neither fortified by art or nature; whilst the numerous Catholics, with which it still abounded, it was feared would be ready to join the invader the moment he succeeded in landing.
In addition to this, men began to consider the difference between the English and Spanish forces. To remember the overwhelming power of the naval force of the Spaniard, and the vast numbers, reputation, and veteran bravery of his armies, and then--as they sat and brooded over these matters--they reflected that the fate of England must be decided in two battles, one at sea and one on land. Deep and portentous were the thoughts and fears these things conjured up when the certainty of the visitation became apparent. Whole families, high and low, rich and poor, looked each other in the face with vacant horror and dire apprehension.
From the hut to the castle, from the cottage to the baronial hall, spread the whispered fear. Not altogether the fear of being beaten in fair and open fight, but of being overwhelmed by the mighty power of a tremendous foe without chance of a successful defence. Nor is it to be wondered at, if the hearts of the islanders did quail at this juncture, when we remember the three years" preparation which (_now completed_) was about to be precipitated like a mighty torrent upon the sh.o.r.es of England.
According to a letter of Sir John Hawkins, written at the time to Sir Francis Walsingham, the main strength of the Armada consisted in a squadron of fifty-four magnificent and invincible ships, embracing nine galleons of Portugal, twenty great argosies of Venice, twenty huge Biscayns, four large Gallea.s.ses, and a ship of the Duke of Florence of 800 tons. Besides these were thirty smaller ships and thirty hulks, which, together with others, amounted to 132 ships and 20 caravals.
On board this huge fleet were 8,766 mariners, and 21,855 soldiers, besides 2,088 galley-slaves; and in addition, the Armada contained stores for the army, cannon, double cannon, culverin, and field-pieces, 7,000 muskets, 10,000 halberts, 56,000 quintals of gunpowder, and 12,000 quintals of match. Nay, so confident were these overweening Spaniards of success, that their huge ships even contained horses, mules, carts, waggons, spades, mattocks, baskets, and everything necessary for settling upon the land they meant, at one blow, to conquer and enslave.
Both fleet and army were also provided on a scale of unexampled profusion, and the officers who were to lead, and who were of the n.o.blest families of Spain, even embarked their suites of attendants and their physicians. But, perhaps, the most galling accompaniment to the Englishman, and which this dread Armada, had provided itself with, was one hundred and eighty monks and Jesuits, carrying with them chains, wheels, racks, and whips to be employed in the conversion of those heretics they might choose to spare from the infliction of a cruel death. In fact, every part of the vast empire of the malignant Spaniard had resounded with "dreadful note of preparation and the noise of armaments," whilst all his ministers, generals, and admirals were sweating in aid of the design.