"Well, since the rest of the directions have been so trustworthy I can see no danger in following the remainder. Besides," he continued, "there seemeth to be no other way so secure."
"Well, as no more time may be spared, methinks we had better start. I shame to doubt the writer"s good intent, after the great favour he hath done me.
"Say farewell, for the present, my dear. We shall be back this evening."
Tenderly the ex-Queen embraced Hazel; and as I knelt she laid her gentle hand upon my head and said:--
"G.o.d protect thee, Sir Walter, and send thee back to me, with yon fair child, which loveth thee so dearly, safe to her widowed foster mother."
"Amen," said I softly, from the bottom of my heart.
"Farewell, dearest Hazel, and may the angels guard thee from, and strike dead those which could so much as harm thee with a thought,"
sobbed loving little Mary, as the two dear girls embraced and kissed each other.
"Farewell, Frederick," said Hazel--for now she looked on him as her big brother, and spoke unto him as such--"I may not again see thee until the fate of us all hath been decided. May Heaven bless thee and bring thee back to this dear girl, safe and victorious. And then may our old happy days that pa.s.sed like sunbeams in the park at Windsor be repeated without disturbing interruption."
This was a confirmation of my suspicion that Harleston had asked Mary that question which is the London-stone in the lives of us all, and she had made the promise that I could, long months since, have told she would.
"Farewell, dear lady," returned Frederick, whilst Mary took advantage of his speech in trying to regain her wonted complexion; "I hope to see thee again ere a fortnight be past. One great battle shall decide our fate; and what that will be I am a.s.sured of."
Then turning to me he said:--"We shall meet, no doubt, in the ranks of the conquering Richmond. Till then farewell, my dear friend."
"Farewell, Frederick, we shall meet near Leicester; that is if Richard there awaits the Earl."
I kissed Mary, and she and Harleston did bid farewell to big Michael.
Then we proceeded to where our horses waited, Michael bearing upon his arm a basket, in which was our food for the day.
The morning was now well dawned, and the red bars from the fiery sun were glancing along the floor of Heaven in beauteous ribbons, like the gay trappings of a May-pole.
Hazel"s palfrey was now brought up; and as we mounted and rode off, the little group at the door still stood and waved a silent, fluttering farewell.
We rode on in silence until we came to the turning that we should take, were we to be guided by the letter.
"This is the cross road mentioned in the packet. What think ye now of the writer? Dost trust him?" I asked.
"I trust him, and yet I feel some fear. I know not why; but a nameless something doth stir up in my mind a dread of some calamity."
"Shall we then go search for some place for ourselves?"
"Oh, no! It must be but foolish maiden timidity. Let us proceed and trust the letter, after the way that it hath rescued thee."
So we turned unto our right and, as the letter had said, we came, after travelling some three miles, upon a large house set back some distance from the road. From a window in the upper story a small flag of England did hang lazily. The house looked as it had been described--unoccupied; so feeling re-a.s.sured we rode into the grounds.
I then held Michael"s steed whilst he went forward and tried the door.
It was unlocked; so he entered. He then returned, at my call, and reported everything as well, so far as he could see, though he desired to inspect it further ere we entered. This I did consider to be unnecessary. We then tied our horses to some trees near the door, and walked in.
The room was large and square, and in the centre a round pillar arose from floor to ceiling. The furniture consisted of a long and broad, heavy oaken table and some three or four chairs, scattered carelessly around the room. Several closed and heavy doors, leading to where we knew not, were set into the walls at irregular intervals. The general appearance of the interior gave one the impression of recent occupation; though now it did seem undoubtedly to be vacant.
Michael placed the basket upon the table, and we at once proceeded to make ourselves comfortable.
"Ah! my dear, we shall have a pleasant holiday, and in the evening return. Our dear friend, Master Catesby, shall arrive at Westminster to find that the bird hath flown. Then he may curse his misfortune and proceed to join his murderous master. Pray G.o.d I do but meet him in the field. Then shall there be no truncheon to be flung down to stop our fight, as was done at the tournament."
"Yes, Walter dear, methought that thou hadst killed him when, with your great sword, you drove him senseless from his horse."
"But how didst thou see the tournament?" I asked in wonderment.
Her cheeks then flushed, and she became as confused as a child caught fairly in a trap. She glanced imploringly at Michael; but he seemed greatly occupied with the buckle of his sword belt.
"What! is it possible that thou wert one of the old ladies to whom Michael did show such attention?"
"In faith, Walter, thou hast guessed it; though I did not intend to tell thee yet."
"And was Mary the other?"
"Yes."
"Oh, ye are sly ones. And here is Michael also in the plot."
"Beg pardon, sor, but Oi tould ye the truth."
"Yea, that thou didst; but in your own peculiar way," I laughingly replied.
"Yes, Walter, Michael but did what we did ask of him, and therefore the whole blame belongs to Mary and me," said Hazel, as she came and patted me on the cheek. "Art not cross now?" she asked.
"Nay, but Frederick and I will bring ye to account when next we all do meet."
Soon we sat us down to the pleasantest meal that, methinks, ever had I partaken of. Clear of the gloomy Tower, and free, and there by my side the truest and most trusting maid upon the earth"s broad face. And there was our huge Michael at the other side, eating and watching us with admiring eyes. Verily, my dears, no happier trio ever sat together, chatting like children at an outing. Hazel"s dainty fingers had put each morsel in most tempting shape, and to add aught to her arrangement had been as difficult as to improve on the delicacy of soft moonlight, strained through the misty alabaster curtains of the Heavens.
"Now if Mary and Frederick were but here would it not be like our old happy days at the Palace at Windsor?" asked Hazel.
"Yea, indeed it should, but even more happy; for our troubles that are now past make us to appreciate happiness the more."
And so we talked on and were happy in our a.s.surance that all should now be well and smooth, and after the battle we would go to mine old house that had stood waiting for its young master for many a day.
Then suddenly I heard a sound that startled me, and caused grave doubts as to our safety. It sounded not unlike a low whistle, and coming from some room within the house.
Michael"s quick ear had heard it also; for he glanced anxiously first to me and then to Hazel. She too had heard it, and her face changed from its merry smile to a startled look of fear.
"Didst thou not hear that whistle, Walter dear?" she asked in alarm.
"What whistle, dearest?" I asked, that I might allay her fears. ""Twas but thine imagination playing upon thine ears; "twas nothing."
"Nay, "twas no imagination; "twas real,--and hark!--there again it is."
This time there could be no mistaking the sound. Methought it came from one of the three rooms that did adjoin the large one in which we were.
"Do thou go, Michael, and with great care open yon door and see if that room be occupied," I said in a whisper to my squire.
Drawing his heavy sword he advanced cautiously, and, turning the k.n.o.b, he thrust the door wide open, whilst he remained at the threshold.