"Not I, my dear Louis," replied the knight; "I have no skill in these nice quillets of philosophy. I could as soon undertake to tell you the reason why Bevis turns round three times before he lies down. I can only say for myself, that if age and sorrow and uncertainty be enough to break a jovial spirit, or at least to bend it now and then, I have my share of them all; so that I, for one, cannot say that I am sad merely because I am not merry. I have but too good cause for sadness. I would I saw my son, were it but for a minute."
Fortune seemed for once disposed to gratify the old man; for Albert Lee entered at that moment. He was dressed in a riding suit, and appeared to have travelled hard. He cast his eye hastily around as he entered. It rested for a second on that of the disguised Prince, and, satisfied with the glance which he received in lieu, he hastened, after the fashion of the olden day, to kneel down to his father, and request his blessing.
"It is thine, my boy," said the old man; a tear springing to his eyes as he laid his hand on the long locks, which distinguished the young cavalier"s rank and principles, and which, usually combed and curled with some care, now hung wild and dishevelled about his shoulders. They remained an instant in this posture, when the old man suddenly started from it, as if ashamed of the emotion which he had expressed before so many witnesses, and pa.s.sing the back of his hand hastily across his eyes, bid Albert get up and mind his supper, "since I dare say you have ridden fast and far since you last baited--and we"ll send round a cup to his health, if Doctor Rochecliffe and the company pleases--Joceline, thou knave, skink about--thou look"st as if thou hadst seen a ghost."
"Joceline," said Alice, "is sick for sympathy--one of the stags ran at Phoebe Mayflower to-day, and she was fain to have Joceline"s a.s.sistance to drive the creature off--the girl has been in fits since she came home."
"Silly s.l.u.t," said the old knight--"She a woodman"s daughter!--But, Joceline, if the deer gets dangerous, you must send a broad arrow through him."
"It will not need, Sir Henry," said Joceline, speaking with great difficulty of utterance--"he is quiet enough now--he will not offend in that sort again."
"See it be so," replied the knight; "remember Mistress Alice often walks in the Chase. And now, fill round, and fill too, a cup to thyself to overred thy fear, as mad Will has it. Tush, man, Phoebe will do well enough--she only screamed and ran, that thou might"st have the pleasure to help her. Mind what thou dost, and do not go spilling the wine after that fashion.--Come, here is a health to our wanderer, who has come to us again."
"None will pledge it more willingly than I," said the disguised Prince, unconsciously a.s.suming an importance which the character he personated scarce warranted; but Sir Henry, who had become fond of the supposed page, with all his peculiarities, imposed only a moderate rebuke upon his petulance. "Thou art a merry, good-humoured youth, Louis," he said, "but it is a world to see how the forwardness of the present generation hath gone beyond the gravity and reverence which in my youth was so regularly observed towards those of higher rank and station--I dared no more have given my own tongue the rein, when there was a doctor of divinity in company, than I would have dared to have spoken in church in service time."
"True, sir," said Albert, hastily interfering; "but Master Kerneguy had the better right to speak at present, that I have been absent on his business as well as my own, have seen several of his friends, and bring him important intelligence."
Charles was about to rise and beckon Albert aside, naturally impatient to know what news he had procured, or what scheme of safe escape was now decreed for him. But Dr. Rochecliffe twitched his cloak, as a hint to him to sit still, and not show any extraordinary motive for anxiety, since, in case of a sudden discovery of his real quality, the violence of Sir Henry Lee"s feelings might have been likely to attract too much attention.
Charles, therefore, only replied, as to the knight"s stricture, that he had a particular t.i.tle to be sudden and unceremonious in expressing his thanks to Colonel Lee--that grat.i.tude was apt to be unmannerly--finally, that he was much obliged to Sir Henry for his admonition; and that quit Woodstock when he would, "he was sure to leave it a better man than he came there."
His speech was of course ostensibly directed towards the father; but a glance at Alice a.s.sured her that she had her full share in the compliment.
"I fear," he concluded, addressing Albert, "that you come to tell us our stay here must be very short."
"A few hours only," said Albert--"just enough for needful rest for ourselves and our horses. I have procured two which are good and tried. But Doctor Rochecliffe broke faith with me. I expected to have met some one down at Joceline"s hut, where I left the horses; and finding no person, I was delayed an hour in littering them down myself, that they might be ready for to-morrow"s work--for we must be off before day."
"I--I--intended to have sent Tomkins--but--but"--hesitated the Doctor, "I"-- "The roundheaded rascal was drunk, or out of the way, I presume," said Albert. "I am glad of it--you may easily trust him too far."
"Hitherto he has been faithful," said the Doctor, "and I scarce think he will fail me now. But Joceline will go down and have the horses in readiness in the morning."
Joceline"s countenance was usually that of alacrity itself on a case extraordinary. Now, however, he seemed to hesitate.
"You will go with me a little way, Doctor?" he said, as he edged himself closely to Rochecliffe.
"How? puppy, fool, and blockhead," said the knight, "wouldst thou ask Doctor Rochecliffe to bear thee company at this hour?--Out, hound!--get down to the kennel yonder instantly, or I will break the knave"s pate of thee."
Joceline looked with an eye of agony at the divine, as if entreating him to interfere in his behalf; but just as he was about to speak, a most melancholy howling arose at the hall-door, and a dog was heard scratching for admittance.
"What ails Bevis next?" said the old knight. "I think this must be All-Fools-day, and that every thing around me is going mad!"
The same sound startled Albert and Charles from a private conference in which they had engaged, and Albert ran to the hall-door to examine personally into the cause of the noise.
"It is no alarm," said the old knight to Kerneguy, "for in such cases the dog"s bark is short, sharp, and furious. These long howls are said to be ominous. It was even so that Bevis"s grandsire bayed the whole livelong night on which my poor father died. If it comes now as a presage, G.o.d send it regard the old and useless, not the young, and those who may yet serve King and country!"
The dog had pushed past Colonel Lee, who stood a little while at the hall-door to listen if there were any thing stirring without, while Bevis advanced into the room where the company were a.s.sembled, bearing something in his mouth, and exhibiting, in an unusual degree, that sense of duty and interest which a dog seems to show when he thinks he has the charge of something important. He entered therefore, drooping his long tail, slouching his head and ears, and walking with the stately yet melancholy dignity of a war-horse at his master"s funeral. In this manner he paced through the room, went straight up to Joceline, who had been regarding him with astonishment, and uttering a short and melancholy howl, laid at his feet the object which he bore in his mouth. Joceline stooped, and took from the floor a man"s glove, of the fashion worn by the troopers, having something like the old-fashioned gauntleted projections of thick leather arising from the wrist, which go half way up to the elbow, and secure the arm against a cut with a sword. But Joceline had no sooner looked at what in itself was so common an object, than he dropped it from his hand, staggered backward, uttered a groan, and nearly fell to the ground.
"Now, the coward"s curse be upon thee for an idiot!" said the knight, who had picked up the glove, and was looking at it--"thou shouldst be sent back to school, and flogged till the craven"s blood was switched out of thee--What dost thou look at but a glove, thou base poltroon, and a very dirty glove, too? Stay, here is writing--Joseph Tomkins? Why, that is the roundheaded fellow--I wish he hath not come to some mischief, for this is not dirt on the cheveron, but blood. Bevis may have bit the fellow, and yet the dog seemed to love him well too, or the stag may have hurt him. Out, Joceline, instantly, and see where he is--wind your bugle."
"I cannot go," said Joliffe, "unless"--and again he looked piteously at Dr. Rochecliffe, who saw no time was to be lost in appeasing the ranger"s terrors, as his ministry was most needful in the present circ.u.mstances.--"Get spade and mattock," he whispered to him, "and a dark lantern, and meet me in the Wilderness."
Joceline left the room; and the Doctor, before following him, had a few words of explanation with Colonel Lee. His own spirit, far from being dismayed on the occasion, rather rose higher, like one whose natural element was intrigue and danger. "Here hath been wild work," he said, "since you parted. Tomkins was rude to the wench Phoebe--Joceline and he had a brawl together, and Tomkins is lying dead in the thicket, not far from Rosamond"s Well. It will be necessary that Joceline and I go directly to bury the body; for besides that some one might stumble upon it, and raise an alarm, this fellow Joceline will never be fit for any active purpose till it is under ground. Though as stout as a lion, the under-keeper has his own weak side, and is more afraid of a dead body than a living one. When do you propose to start to-morrow?"
"By daybreak, or earlier," said Colonel Lee; "but we will meet again. A vessel is provided, and I have relays in more places than one--we go off from the coast of Suss.e.x; and I am to get a letter at ----, acquainting me precisely with the spot."
"Wherefore not go off instantly?" said the Doctor.
"The horses would fail us," replied Albert; "they have been hard ridden to-day."
"Adieu," said Rochecliffe, "I must to my task--Do you take rest and repose for yours. To conceal a slaughtered body, and convey on the same night a king from danger and captivity, are two feats which have fallen to few folks save myself; but let me not, while putting on my harness, boast myself as if I were taking it off after a victory." So saying he left the apartment, and, m.u.f.fling himself in his cloak, went out into what was called the Wilderness.
The weather was a raw frost. The mists lay in partial wreaths upon the lower grounds; but the night, considering that the heavenly bodies were in a great measure hidden by the haze, was not extremely dark. Dr. Rochecliffe could not, however, distinguish the under-keeper until he had hemmed once or twice, when Joceline answered the signal by showing a glimpse of light from the dark lantern which he carried. Guided by this intimation of his presence, the divine found him leaning against a b.u.t.tress which had once supported a terrace, now ruinous. He had a pickaxe and shovel, together with a deer"s hide hanging over his shoulder.
"What do you want with the hide, Joceline," said Dr. Rochecliffe, "that you lumber it about with you on such an errand?"
"Why, look you, Doctor," he answered, "it is as well to tell you all about it. The man and I--he there--you know whom I mean--had many years since a quarrel about this deer. For though we were great friends, and Philip was sometimes allowed by my master"s permission to help me in mine office, yet I knew, for all that, Philip Hazeldine was sometimes a trespa.s.ser. The deer-stealers were very bold at that time, it being just before the breaking out of the war, when men were becoming unsettled-- And so it chanced, that one day, in the Chase, I found two fellows, with their faces blacked and shirts over their clothes, carrying as prime a buck between them as any was in the park. I was upon them in the instant--one escaped, but I got hold of the other fellow, and who should it prove to be but trusty Phil Hazeldine! Well, I don"t know whether it was right or wrong, but he was my old friend and pot-companion, and I took his word for amendment in future; and he helped me to hang up the deer on a tree, and I came back with a horse to carry him to the Lodge, and tell the knight the story, all but Phil"s name. But the rogues had been too clever for me; for they had flayed and dressed the deer, and quartered him, and carried him off, and left the hide and horns, with a chime, saying,-- "The haunch to thee, The breast to me, The hide and the horns for the keeper"s fee."
And this I knew for one of Phil"s mad pranks, that he would play in those days with any lad in the country. But I was so nettled that I made the deer"s hide be curried and dressed by a tanner, and swore that it should be his winding-sheet or mine; and though I had long repented my rash oath, yet now, Doctor, you see what it is come to--though I forgot it, the devil did not."
"It was a very wrong thing to make a vow so sinful," said Rochecliffe; "but it would have been greatly worse had you endeavoured to keep it. Therefore, I bid you cheer up," said the good divine; "for in this unhappy case, I could not have wished, after what I have heard from Phoebe and yourself, that you should have kept your hand still, though I may regret that the blow has proved fatal. Nevertheless, thou hast done even that which was done by the great and inspired legislator, when he beheld an Egyptian tyrannizing over a Hebrew, saving that, in the case present, it was a female, when, says the Septuagint, _Percussum Egyptium abscondit sabulo_; the meaning whereof I will explain to you another time. Wherefore, I exhort you not to grieve beyond measure; for although this circ.u.mstance is unhappy in time and place, yet, from what Phoebe hath informed me of yonder wretch"s opinions, it is much to be regretted that his brains had not been beaten out in his cradle, rather than that he had grown up to be one of those Grindlestonians, or Muggletonians, in whom is the perfection of every foul and blasphemous heresy, united with such an universal practice of hypocritical a.s.sentation as would deceive their master, even Satan himself."
"Nevertheless, sir," said the forester, "I hope you will bestow some of the service of the Church on this poor man, as it was his last wish, naming you, sir, at the same time; and unless this were done, I should scarce dare to walk out in the dark again for my whole life."
"Thou art a silly fellow; but if," continued the Doctor, "he named me as he departed, and desired the last rites of the Church, there was, it may be, a turning from evil and a seeking to good even in his last moments; and if Heaven granted him grace to form a prayer so fitting, wherefore should man refuse it? All I fear is the briefness of time."
"Nay, your reverence may cut the service somewhat short," said Joceline; "a.s.suredly he does not deserve the whole of it; only if something were not to be done, I believe I should flee the country. They were his last words; and methinks he sent Bevis with his glove to put me in mind of them."
"Out, fool! Do you think," said the Doctor, "dead men send gauntlets to the living, like knights in a romance; or, if so, would they choose dogs to carry their challenges? I tell thee, fool, the cause was natural enough. Bevis, questing about, found the body, and brought the glove to you to intimate where it was lying, and to require a.s.sistance; for such is the high instinct of these animals towards one in peril."
"Nay, if you think so, Doctor," said Joceline--"and, doubtless, I must say, Bevis took an interest in the man--if indeed it was not something worse in the shape of Bevis, for methought his eyes looked wild and fiery, as if he would have spoken."
As he talked thus, Joceline rather hung back, and, in doing so, displeased the Doctor, who exclaimed, "Come along, thou lazy laggard! Art thou a soldier, and a brave one, and so much afraid of a dead man? Thou hast killed men in battle and in chase, I warrant thee."
"Ay, but their backs were to me," said Joceline. "I never saw one of them cast back his head, and glare at me as yonder fellow did, his eye retaining a glance of hatred, mixed with terror and reproach, till it became fixed like a jelly. And were you not with me, and my master"s concerns, and something else, very deeply at stake, I promise you I would not again look at him for all Woodstock."
"You must, though," said the Doctor, suddenly pausing, "for here is the place where he lies. Come hither deep into the copse; take care of stumbling--Here is a place just fitting, and we will draw the briars over the grave afterwards."
As the Doctor thus issued his directions, he a.s.sisted also in the execution of them; and while his attendant laboured to dig a shallow and mishapen grave, a task which the state of the soil, perplexed with roots, and hardened by the influence of the frost, rendered very difficult, the divine read a few pa.s.sages out of the funeral service, partly in order to appease the superst.i.tious terrors of Joceline, and partly because he held it matter of conscience not to deny the Church"s rites to one who had requested their aid in extremity.
CHAPTER THE THIRTY SECOND.
Case ye, case ye,--on with your vizards. HENRY IV.
The company whom we had left in Victor Lee"s parlour were about to separate for the night, and had risen to take a formal leave of each other, when a tap was heard at the hall-door. Albert, the vidette of the party, hastened to open it, enjoining, as he left the room, the rest to remain quiet, until he had ascertained the cause of the knocking. When he gained the portal, he called to know who was there, and what they wanted at so late an hour.
"It is only me," answered a treble voice.
"And what is your name, my little fellow?" said Albert.
"Spitfire, sir," replied the voice without.
"Spitfire?" said Albert.
"Yes, sir," replied the voice; "all the world calls me so, and Colonel Everard himself. But my name is Spittal for all that."
"Colonel Everard? arrive you from him?" demanded young Lee.
"No, sir; I come, sir, from Roger Wildrake, esquire, of Squattlesea-mere, if it like you," said the boy; "and I have brought a token to Mistress Lee, which I am to give into her own hands, if you would but open the door, sir, and let me in--but I can do nothing with a three-inch board between us."
"It is some freak of that drunken rakeh.e.l.l," said Albert, in a low voice, to his sister, who had crept out after him on tiptoe.
"Yet, let us not be hasty in concluding so," said the young lady; "at this moment the least trifle may be of consequence.--What tokens has Master Wildrake sent me, my little boy?"
"Nay, nothing very valuable neither," replied the boy; "but he was so anxious you should get it, that he put me out of window as one would chuck out a kitten, that I might not be stopped by the soldiers."
"Hear you?" said Alice to her brother; "undo the gate, for G.o.d"s sake." Her brother, to whom her feelings of suspicion were now sufficiently communicated, opened the gate in haste, and admitted the boy, whose appearance, not much dissimilar to that of a skinned rabbit in a livery, or a monkey at a fair, would at another time have furnished them with amus.e.m.e.nt. The urchin messenger entered the hall, making several odd bows, and delivered the woodc.o.c.k"s feather with much ceremony to the young lady, a.s.suring her it was the prize she had won upon a wager about hawking.
"I prithee, my little man," said Albert, "was your master drunk or sober, when he sent thee all this way with a feather at this time of night?"
"With reverence, sir," said the boy, "he was what he calls sober, and what I would call concerned in liquor for any other person."
"Curse on the drunken c.o.xcomb!" said Albert,--"There is a tester for thee, boy, and tell thy master to break his jests on suitable persons, and at fitting times."
"Stay yet a minute," exclaimed Alice; "we must not go too fast--this craves wary walking."
"A feather," said Albert; "all this work about a feather! Why, Doctor Rochecliffe, who can suck intelligence out of every trifle as a magpie would suck an egg, could make nothing of this."
"Let us try what we can do without him then," said Alice. Then addressing herself to the boy,--"So there are strangers at your master"s?"
"At Colonel Everard"s, madam, which is the same thing," said Spitfire.
"And what manner of strangers," said Alice; "guests, I suppose?"
"Ay, mistress," said the boy, "a sort of guests that make themselves welcome wherever they come, if they meet not a welcome from their landlord--soldiers, madam."
"The men that have long been lying at Woodstock," said Albert.
"No, sir," said Spitfire, "new comers, with gallant buff-coats and steel breastplates; and their commander--your honour and your ladyship never saw such a man--at least I am sure Bill Spitfire never did."
"Was he tall or short?" said Albert, now much alarmed.
"Neither one nor other," said the boy; "stout made, with slouching shoulders; a nose large, and a face one would not like to say No to. He had several officers with him, I saw him but for a moment, but I shall never forget him while I live."
"You are right," said Albert Lee to his sister, pulling her to one side, "quite right--the Archfiend himself is upon us!"
"And the feather," said Alice, whom fear had rendered apprehensive of slight tokens, "means flight--and a woodc.o.c.k is a bird of pa.s.sage."
"You have hit it," said her brother; "but the time has taken us cruelly short. Give the boy a trifle more--nothing that can excite suspicion, and dismiss him. I must summon Rochecliffe and Joceline."
He went accordingly, but, unable to find those he sought, he returned with hasty steps to the parlour, where, in his character of Louis, the page was exerting himself to detain the old knight, who, while laughing at the tales he told him, was anxious to go to see what was pa.s.sing in the hall.
"What is the matter, Albert?" said the old man; "who calls at the Lodge at so undue an hour, and wherefore is the hall-door opened to them? I will not have my rules, and the regulations laid down for keeping this house, broken through, because I am old and poor. Why answer you not? why keep a chattering with Louis Kerneguy, and neither of you all the while minding what I say?--Daughter Alice, have you sense and civility enough to tell me, what or who it is that is admitted here contrary to my general orders?"
"No one, sir," replied Alice; "a boy brought a message, which I fear is an alarming one."
"There is only fear, sir," said Albert, stepping forward, "that whereas we thought to have stayed with you till to-morrow, we must now take farewell of you to-night."
"Not so, brother," said Alice, "you must stay and aid the defence here--if you and Master Kerneguy are both missed, the pursuit will be instant, and probably successful; but if you stay, the hiding-places about this house will take some time to search. You can change coats with Kerneguy too."
"Right, n.o.ble wench," said Albert; "most excellent--yes--Louis, I remain as Kerneguy, you fly as young Master Lee."
"I cannot see the justice of that," said Charles.
"Nor I neither," said the knight, interfering. "Men come and go, lay schemes, and alter them, in my house, without deigning to consult me! And who is Master Kerneguy, or what is he to me, that my son must stay and take the chance of mischief, and this your Scotch page is to escape in his dress? I will have no such contrivance carried into effect, though it were the finest cobweb that was ever woven in Doctor Rochecliffe"s brains.--I wish you no ill, Louis; thou art a lively boy; but I have been somewhat too lightly treated in this, man."
"I am fully of your opinion, Sir Henry," replied the person whom he addressed. "You have been, indeed, repaid for your hospitality by want of that confidence, which could never have been so justly reposed. But the moment is come, when I must say, in a word, I am that unfortunate Charles Stewart, whose lot it has been to become the cause of ruin to his best friends, and whose present residence in your family threatens to bring destruction to you, and all around you."
"Master Louis Kerneguy," said the knight very angrily, "I will teach you to choose the subjects of your mirth better when you address them to me; and, moreover, very little provocation would make me desire to have an ounce or two of that malapert blood from you."
"Be still, sir, for G.o.d"s sake!" said Albert to his father. "This is indeed THE KING; and such is the danger of his person, that every moment we waste may bring round a fatal catastrophe."
"Good G.o.d!" said the father, clasping his hands together, and about to drop on his knees, "has my earnest wish been accomplished! and is it in such a manner as to make me pray it had never taken place!"
He then attempted to bend his knee to the King--kissed his hand, while large tears trickled from his eyes--then said, "Pardon, my Lord--your Majesty, I mean--permit me to sit in your presence but one instant till my blood beats more freely, and then"-- Charles raised his ancient and faithful subject from the ground; and even in that moment of fear, and anxiety, and danger, insisted on leading him to his seat, upon which he sunk in apparent exhaustion, his head drooping upon his long white beard, and big unconscious tears mingling with its silver hairs. Alice and Albert remained with the King, arguing and urging his instant departure.
"The horses are at the under-keeper"s hut," said Albert, "and the relays only eighteen or twenty miles off. If the horses can but carry you so far"-- "Will you not rather," interrupted Alice, "trust to the concealments of this place, so numerous and so well tried--Rochecliffe"s apartments, and the yet farther places of secrecy?"
"Alas!" said Albert, "I know them only by name. My father was sworn to confide them to but one man, and he had chosen Rochecliffe."
"I prefer taking the field to any hiding-hole in England," said the King. "Could I but find my way to this hut where the horses are, I would try what arguments whip and spur could use to get them to the rendezvous, where I am to meet Sir Thomas Acland and fresh cattle. Come with me, Colonel Lee, and let us run for it. The roundheads have beat us in battle; but if it come to a walk or a race, I think I can show which has the best mettle."
"But then," said Albert, "we lose all the time which may otherwise be gained by the defence of this house--leaving none here but my poor father, incapable from his state of doing any thing; and you will be instantly pursued by fresh horses, while ours are unfit for the road. Oh, where is the villain Joceline!"
"What can have become of Doctor Rochecliffe?" said Alice; "he that is so ready with advice;--where can they be gone? Oh, if my father could but rouse himself!"
"Your father is roused," said Sir Henry, rising and stepping up to them with all the energy of full manhood in his countenance and motions--"I did but gather my thoughts--for when did they fail a Lee when his King needed counsel or aid?" He then began to speak, with the ready and distinct utterance of a general at the head of an army, ordering every motion for attack and defence--unmoved himself, and his own energy compelling obedience, and that cheerful obedience, from all who heard him. "Daughter," he said, "beat up dame Jellicot--Let Phoebe rise if she were dying, and secure doors and windows."
"That hath been done regularly since--we have been thus far honoured," said his daughter, looking at the King--"yet, let them go through the chambers once more." And Alice retired to give the orders, and presently returned.
The old knight proceeded, in the same decided tone of prompt.i.tude and dispatch--"Which is your first stage?"