"I might have guessed it," said Cromwell.--"Ay, and to King Charles shalt thou go as soon as it is noon on the dial.--Pearson," he continued, "let him be carried to the others; and let them be executed at twelve exactly."
"All, sir?" said Pearson, surprised; for Cromwell, though he at times made formidable examples, was, in general, by no means sanguinary.
"All"--repeated Cromwell, fixing his eye on young Lee. "Yes, young sir, your conduct has devoted to death thy father, thy kinsman, and the stranger that was in thine household. Such wreck hast thou brought on thy father"s house."
"My father, too--my aged father!" said Albert, looking upward, and endeavouring to raise his hands in the same direction, which was prevented by his bonds. "The Lord"s will be done!"
"All this havoc can be saved, if," said the General, "thou wilt answer one question--Where is the young Charles Stewart, who was called King of Scotland?"
"Under Heaven"s protection, and safe from thy power," was the firm and unhesitating answer of the young royalist.
"Away with him to prison!" said Cromwell; "and from thence to execution with the rest of them, as malignants taken in the fact. Let a courtmartial sit on them presently."
"One word," said young Lee, as they led him from the room. "Stop, stop," said Cromwell, with the agitation of renewed hope--"let him be heard."
"You love texts of Scripture," said Albert--"Let this be the subject of your next homily--"Had Zimri peace, who slew his master?""
"Away with him," said the General; "let him die the death.--I have said it."
As Cromwell spoke these words, his aide-de-camp observed that he became unwontedly pale.
"Your Excellency is overtoiled in the public service," said Pearson; "a course of the stag in the evening will refresh you. The old knight hath a n.o.ble hound here, if we can but get him to hunt without his master, which may be hard, as he is faithful, and"-- "Hang him up!" said Cromwell.
"What--whom--hang the n.o.ble dog? Your Excellency was wont to love a good hound?"
"It matters not," said Cromwell; "let him be killed. Is it not written, that they slew in the valley of Achor, not only the accursed Achan, with his sons and his daughters, but also his oxen and a.s.ses, and his sheep, and every live thing belonging unto him? And even thus shall we do to the malignant family of Lee, who have aided Sisera in his flight, when Israel might have been delivered of his trouble for ever. But send out couriers and patrols--Follow, pursue, watch in every direction--Let my horse be ready at the door in five minutes, or bring me the first thou canst find."
It seemed to Pearson that this was something wildly spoken, and that the cold perspiration was standing upon the General"s brow as he said it. He therefore again pressed the necessity of repose, and it would appear that nature seconded strongly the representation. Cromwell arose, and made a step or two towards the door of the apartment; but stopped, staggered, and, after a pause, sate down in a chair. "Truly, friend Pearson," he said, "this weary carca.s.s of ours is an impediment to us, even in our most necessary business, and I am fitter to sleep than to watch, which is not my wont. Place guards, therefore, till we repose ourselves for an hour or two. Send out in every direction, and spare not for horses" flesh. Wake me if the court-martial require instruction, and forget not to see the sentence punctually executed on the Lees, and those who were arrested with them."
As Cromwell spoke thus, he arose and half-opened a bedroom door, when Pearson again craved pardon for asking if he had rightly understood his Excellency, that all the prisoners were to be executed.
"Have I not said it?" answered Cromwell, displeasedly. "Is it because thou art a man of blood, and hast ever been, that thou dost affect these scruples to show thyself tenderhearted at my expense? I tell thee, that if there lack one in the full tale of execution, thine own life shall pay the forfeit."
So saying, he entered the apartment, followed by the groom of his chamber, who attended upon Pearson"s summons.
When his General had retired, Pearson remained in great perplexity what he ought to do; and that from no scruples of conscience, but from uncertainty whether he might not err either in postponing, or in too hastily and too literally executing, the instructions he had received.
In the meantime, Strickalthrow and Robins had returned, after lodging Albert in prison, to the room where Pearson was still musing on his General"s commands. Both these men were adjutators in their army, and old soldiers, whom Cromwell was accustomed to treat with great familiarity; so that Robins had no hesitation to ask Captain Pearson, "Whether he meant to execute the commands of the General, even to the letter?"
Pearson shook his head with an air of doubt, but added, "There was no choice left."
"Be a.s.sured," said the old man, "that if thou dost this folly, thou wilt cause Israel to sin, and that the General will not be pleased with your service. Thou knowest, and none better than thou, that Oliver, although he be like unto David the son of Jesse, in faith, and wisdom, and courage, yet there are times when the evil spirit cometh upon him as it did upon Saul, and he uttereth commands which he will not thank any one for executing."
Pearson was too good a politician to a.s.sent directly to a proposition which he could not deny--he only shook his head once more, and said that it was easy for those to talk who were not responsible, but the soldier"s duty was to obey his orders, and not to judge of them.
"Very righteous truth," said Merciful Strickalthrow, a grim old Scotchman; "I marvel where our brother Zerubbabel caught up this softness of heart?"
"Why, I do but wish," said Zerubbabel, "that four or five human creatures may draw the breath of G.o.d"s air for a few hours more; there can be small harm done by delaying the execution,--and the General will have some time for reflection."
"Ay," said Captain Pearson, "but I in my service must be more pointedly obsequious, than thou in thy plainness art bound to be, friend Zerubbabel."
"Then shall the coa.r.s.e frieze ca.s.sock of the private soldier help the golden gaberdine of the captain to bear out the blast," said Zerubbabel. "Ay, indeed, I can show you warrant why we be aidful to each other in doing acts of kindness and long-suffering, seeing the best of us are poor sinful creatures, who might suffer, being called to a brief accounting."
"Of a verity you surprise me, brother Zerubbabel," said Strickalthrow; "that thou, being an old and experienced soldier, whose head hath grown grey in battle, shouldst give such advice to a young officer. Is not the General"s commission to take away the wicked from the land, and to root out the Amalekite, and the Jebusite, and the Perizzite, and the Hitt.i.te, and the Girgas.h.i.te, and the Amorite? and are not these men justly to be compared to the five kings, who took shelter in the cave of Makedah, who were delivered into the hands of Joshua the son of Nun? and he caused his captains and his soldiers to come near and tread on their necks--and then he smote them, and he slew them, and then he hanged them on five trees, even till evening--And thou, Gilbert Pearson by name, be not withheld from the duty which is appointed to thee, but do even as has been commanded by him who is raised up to judge and to deliver Israel; for it is written, "cursed is he who holdeth back his sword from the slaughter.""
Thus wrangled the two military theologians, while Pearson, much more solicitous to antic.i.p.ate the wishes of Oliver than to know the will of Heaven, listened to them with great indecision and perplexity.
CHAPTER THE THIRTY-SIXTH.
But let us now, like soldiers on the watch, Put the soul"s armour on, alike prepared For all a soldier"s warfare brings. JOANNA BAILLIE.
The reader will recollect, that when Rochecliffe and Joceline were made prisoners, the party which escorted them had two other captives in their train, Colonel Everard, namely, and the Rev. Nehemiah Holdenough. When Cromwell had obtained entrance into Woodstock, and commenced his search after the fugitive Prince, the prisoners were placed in what had been an old guardroom, and which was by its strength well calculated to serve for a prison, and a guard was placed over them by Pearson. No light was allowed, save that of a glimmering fire of charcoal. The prisoners remained separated from each other, Colonel Everard conversing with Nehemiah Holdenough, at a distance from Dr. Rochecliffe, Sir Henry Lee, and Joceline. The party was soon after augmented by Wildrake, who was brought down to the Lodge, and thrust in with so little ceremony, that, his arms being bound, he had very nearly fallen on his nose in the middle of the prison.
"I thank you, my good friend," he said, looking back to the door, which they who had pushed him in were securing--"Point de ceremonie--no apology for tumbling, so we light in good company.--Save ye, save ye, gentlemen all--What, a la mort, and nothing stirring to keep the spirits up, and make a night on"t?--the last we shall have, I take it; for a make [Footnote: A half-penny] to a million, but we trine to the nubbing cheat [Footnote: Hang on the gallows] to-morrow.--Patron--n.o.ble patron, how goes it? This was but a scurvy trick of Noll so far as you were concerned: as for me, why I might have deserved something of the kind at his hand."
"Prithee, Wildrake, sit down," said Everard; "thou art drunk--disturb us not."
"Drunk? I drunk?" cried Wildrake, "I have been splicing the mainbrace, as Jack says at Wapping--have been tasting Noll"s brandy in a b.u.mper to the King"s health, and another to his Excellency"s confusion, and another to the d--n of Parliament--and it may be one or two more, but all to devilish good toasts. But I"m not drunk."
"Prithee, friend, be not profane," said Nehemiah Holdenough.
"What, my little Presbyterian Parson, my slender Ma.s.s-John? thou shalt say amen to this world instantly"--said Wildrake; "I have had a weary time in"t for one.--Ha, n.o.ble Sir Henry, I kiss your hand--I tell thee, knight, the point of my Toledo was near Cromwell"s heart last night, as ever a b.u.t.ton on the breast of his doublet. Rat him, he wears secret armour.--He a soldier! Had it not been for a cursed steel shirt, I would have spitted him like a lark.--Ha, Doctor Rochecliffe!--thou knowest I can wield my weapon."
"Yes," replied the Doctor, "and you know I can use mine."
"I prithee be quiet, Master Wildrake," said Sir Henry.
"Nay, good knight," answered Wildrake, "be somewhat more cordial with a comrade in distress. This is a different scene from the Brentford storming-party. The jade Fortune has been a very step-mother to me. I will sing you a song I made on my own ill-luck."
"At this moment, Captain Wildrake, we are not in a fitting mood for singing," said Sir Henry, civilly and gravely.
"Nay, it will aid your devotions--Egad, it sounds like a penitential psalm.
"When I was a young lad, My fortune was bad, If ere I do well "tis a wonder. I spent all my means Amid sharpers and queans; Then I got a commission to plunder. I have stockings "tis true, But the devil a shoe, I am forced to wear boots in all weather, Be d----d the hoot sole, Curse on the spur-roll. Confounded be the upper-leather.""
[Footnote: Such a song, or something very like it, may be found in Ramsay"s Tea-table Miscellany, among the wild slips of minstrelsy which are there collected.]
The door opened as Wildrake finished this stanza at the top of his voice, and in rushed a sentinel, who, greeting him by the t.i.tle of a "blasphemous bellowing bull of Bashan," bestowed a severe blow, with his ramrod, on the shoulders of the songster, whose bonds permitted him no means of returning the compliment.
"Your humble servant again, sir," said Wildrake, shrugging his shoulders,--"sorry I have no means of showing my grat.i.tude. I am bound over to keep the peace, like Captain Bobadil--Ha, knight, did you hear my bones clatter? that blow came tw.a.n.kingly off--the fellow might inflict the bastinado, were it in presence of the Grand Seignior--he has no taste for music, knight--is no way moved by the "concord of sweet sounds." I will warrant him fit for treason, stratagem, and spoil-- Eh?--all down in the mouth--well--I"ll go to sleep to-night on a bench, as I"ve done many a night, and I will be ready to be hanged decently in the morning, which never happened to me before in all my life-- When I was a young lad, My fortune was bad--"
Pshaw! This is not the tune it goes to." Here he fell fast asleep, and sooner or later all his companions in misfortune followed his example.
The benches intended for the repose of the soldiers of the guard, afforded the prisoners convenience enough to lie down, though their slumbers, it may be believed, were neither sound nor undisturbed. But when daylight was but a little while broken, the explosion of gunpowder which took place, and the subsequent fall of the turret to which the mine was applied, would have awakened the Seven Sleepers, or Morpheus himself. The smoke, penetrating through the windows, left them at no loss for the cause of the din.
"There went my gunpowder," said Rochecliffe, "which has, I trust, blown up as many rebel villains as it might have been the means of destroying otherwise in a fair field. It must have caught fire by chance."
"By chance?--No," said Sir Henry; "depend on it, my bold Albert has fired the train, and that in yonder blast Cromwell was flying towards the heaven whose battlements he will never reach--Ah, my brave boy! and perhaps thou art thyself sacrificed, like a youthful Samson among the rebellious Philistines.--But I will not be long behind thee, Albert."
Everard hastened to the door, hoping to obtain from the guard, to whom his name and rank might be known, some explanation of the noise, which seemed to announce some dreadful catastrophe.
But Nehemiah Holdenough, whose rest had been broken by the trumpet which gave signal for the explosion, appeared in the very acme of horror--"It is the trumpet of the Archangel!" he cried,--"it is the crushing of this world of elements--it is the summons to the Judgment-seat! The dead are obeying the call--they are with us--they are amongst us--they arise in their bodily frames--they come to summon us!"
As he spoke his eyes were riveted upon Dr. Rochecliffe, who stood directly opposite to him. In rising hastily, the cap which he commonly wore, according to a custom then usual both among clergymen and gownmen of a civil profession, had escaped from his head, and carried with it the large silk patch which he probably wore for the purpose of disguise; for the cheek which was disclosed was unscarred, and the eye as good as that which was usually uncovered.
Colonel Everard returning from the door, endeavoured in vain to make Master Holdenough comprehend what he learned from the guard without, that the explosion had involved only the death of one of Cromwell"s soldiers. The Presbyterian divine continued to stare wildly at him of the Episcopal persuasion.
But Dr. Rochecliffe heard and understood the news brought by Colonel Everard, and, relieved from the instant anxiety which had kept him stationary, he advanced towards the retiring Calvinist, extending his hand in the most friendly manner.
"Avoid thee--Avoid thee!" said Holdenough, "the living may not join hands with the dead."
"But I," said Rochecliffe, "am as much alive as you are."
"Thou alive!--thou! Joseph Albany, whom my own eyes saw precipitated from the battlements of Clidesthrow Castle?"
"Ay," answered the Doctor, "but you did not see me swim ash.o.r.e on a marsh covered with sedges--fugit ad salices--after a manner which I will explain to you another time."
Holdenough touched his hand with doubt and uncertainty. "Thou art indeed warm and alive," he said, "and yet after so many blows, and a fall so tremendous--thou canst not be my Joseph Albany."
"I am Joseph Albany Rochecliffe," said the Doctor, "become so in virtue of my mother"s little estate, which fines and confiscations have made an end of."
"And is it so indeed?" said Holdenough, "and have I recovered mine old chum?"
"Even so," replied Rochecliffe, "by the same token I appeared to you in the Mirror Chamber--Thou wert so bold, Nehemiah, that our whole scheme would have been shipwrecked, had I not appeared to thee in the shape of a departed friend. Yet, believe me, it went against my heart to do it."
"Ah, fie on thee, fie on thee," said Holdenough, throwing himself into his arms, and clasping him to his bosom, "thou wert ever a naughty wag. How couldst thou play me such a trick?--Ah, Albany, dost thou remember Dr. Purefoy and Caius College?"
"Marry, do I," said the Doctor, thrusting his arm through the Presbyterian divine"s, and guiding him to a seat apart from the other prisoners, who witnessed this scene with much surprise. "Remember Caius College?" said Rochecliffe; "ay, and the good ale we drank, and our parties to mother Huffcap"s."
"Vanity of vanities," said Holdenough, smiling kindly at the same time, and still holding his recovered friend"s arm enclosed and hand-locked in his.
"But the breaking the Princ.i.p.al"s orchard, so cleanly done," said the Doctor; "it was the first plot I ever framed, and much work I had to prevail on thee to go into it."
"Oh, name not that iniquity," said Nehemiah, "since I may well say, as the pious Master Baxter, that these boyish offences have had their punishment in later years, inasmuch as that inordinate appet.i.te for fruit hath produced stomachic affections under which I yet labour."
"True, true, dear Nehemiah," said Rochecliffe, "but care not for them--a dram of brandy will correct it all. Mr. Baxter was," he was about to say "an a.s.s," but checked himself, and only filled up the sentence with "a good man, I dare say, but over scrupulous."
So they sat down together the best of friends, and for half an hour talked with mutual delight over old college stories. By degrees they got on the politics of the day; and though then they unclasped their hands, and there occurred between them such expressions as, "Nay, my dear brother," and, "there I must needs differ," and, "on this point I crave leave to think;" yet a hue and cry against the Independents and other sectarists being started, they followed like brethren in full hollo, and it was hard to guess which was most forward. Unhappily, in the course of this amicable intercourse, something was mentioned about the bishopric of t.i.tus, which at once involved them in the doctrinal question of Church Government. Then, alas! the floodgates were opened, and they showered on each other Greek and Hebrew texts, while their eyes kindled, their cheeks glowed, their hands became clenched, and they looked more like fierce polemics about to rend each other"s eyes out, than Christian divines.
Roger Wildrake, by making himself an auditor of the debate, contrived to augment its violence. He took, of course, a most decided part in a question, the merits of which were totally unknown to him. Somewhat overawed by Holdenough"s ready oratory and learning, the cavalier watched with a face of anxiety the countenance of Dr. Rochecliffe; but when he saw the proud eye and steady bearing of the Episcopal champion, and heard him answer Greek with Greek, and Hebrew with Hebrew, Wildrake backed his arguments as he closed them, with a stout rap upon the bench, and an exulting laugh in the face of the antagonist. It was with some difficulty that Sir Henry and Colonel Everard, having at length and reluctantly interfered, prevailed on the two alienated friends to adjourn their dispute, removing at the same time to a distance, and regarding each other with looks in which old friendship appeared to have totally given way to mutual animosity.
But while they sat lowering on each other, and longing to renew a contest in which each claimed the victory, Pearson entered the prison, and in a low and troubled voice, desired the persons whom it contained to prepare for instant death.
Sir Henry Lee received the doom with the stern composure which he had hitherto displayed. Colonel Everard attempted the interposition of a strong and resentful appeal to the Parliament, against the judgment of the court-martial and the General. But Pearson declined to receive or transmit any such remonstrance, and with a dejected look and mien of melancholy presage, renewed his exhortation to them to prepare for the hour of noon, and withdrew from the prison.
The operation of this intelligence on the two clerical disputants was more remarkable. They gazed for a moment on each other with eyes in which repentant kindness and a feeling of generous shame quenched every lingering feeling of resentment, and joined in the mutual exclamation-- "My brother--my brother, I have sinned, I have sinned in offending thee!" they rushed into each other"s arms, shed tears as they demanded each other"s forgiveness, and, like two warriors, who sacrifice a personal quarrel to discharge their duty against the common enemy, they recalled n.o.bler ideas of their sacred character, and a.s.suming the part which best became them on an occasion so melancholy, began to exhort those around them to meet the doom that had been announced, with the firmness and dignity which Christianity alone can give.
CHAPTER THE THIRTY-SEVENTH.
Most gracious prince, good Cannyng cried, Leave vengeance to our G.o.d, And lay the iron rule aside, Be thine the olive rod. BALLAD OF SIR CHARLES BAWDIN.
The hour appointed for execution had been long past, and it was about five in the evening when the Protector summoned Pearson to his presence. He went with fear and reluctance, uncertain how he might be received. After remaining about a quarter of an hour, the aide-de-camp returned to Victor Lee"s parlour, where he found the old soldier, Zerubbabel Robins, in attendance for his return.
"How is Oliver?" said the old man, anxiously.
"Why, well," answered Pearson, "and hath asked no questions of the execution, but many concerning the reports we have been able to make regarding the flight of the young Man, and is much moved at thinking he must now be beyond pursuit. Also I gave him certain papers belonging to the malignant Doctor Rochecliffe."
"Then will I venture upon him," said the adjutator; "so give me a napkin that I may look like a sewer, and fetch up the food which I directed should be in readiness."
Two troopers attended accordingly with a ration of beef, such as was distributed to the private soldiers, and dressed after their fashion--a pewter pot of ale, a trencher with salt, black pepper, and a loaf of ammunition bread. "Come with me," he said to Pearson, "and fear not--Noll loves an innocent jest." He boldly entered the General"s sleeping apartment, and said aloud, "Arise, thou that art called to be a judge in Israel--let there be no more folding of the hands to sleep. Lo, I come as a sign to thee; wherefore arise, eat, drink, and let thy heart be glad within thee; for thou shalt eat with joy the food of him that laboureth in the trenches, seeing that since thou wert commander over the host, the poor sentinel hath had such provisions as I have now placed for thine own refreshment."
"Truly, brother Zerubbabel," said Cromwell, accustomed to such acts of enthusiasm among his followers, "we would wish that it were so; neither is it our desire to sleep soft, nor feed more highly than the meanest that ranks under our banners. Verily, thou hast chosen well for my refreshment, and the smell of the food is savoury in my nostrils."
He arose from the bed, on which he had lain down half dressed, and wrapping his cloak around him, sate down by the bedside, and partook heartily of the plain food which was prepared for him. While he was eating, Cromwell commanded Pearson to finish his report--"You need not desist for the presence of a worthy soldier, whose spirit is as my spirit."
"Nay, but," interrupted Robins, "you are to know that Gilbert Pearson hath not fully executed thy commands, touching a part of those malignants, all of whom should have died at noon."
"What execution--what malignants?" said Cromwell, laying down his knife and fork.
"Those in the prison here at Woodstock," answered Zerubbabel, "whom your Excellency commanded should be executed at noon, as taken in the fact of rebellion against the Commonwealth."
"Wretch!" said Cromwell, starting up and addressing Pearson, "thou hast not touched Mark Everard, in whom there was no guilt, for he was deceived by him who pa.s.sed between us--neither hast thou put forth thy hand on the pragmatic Presbyterian minister, to have all those of their cla.s.ses cry sacrilege, and alienate them from us for ever?"
"If your Excellency wish them to live, they live--their life and death are in the power of a word," said Pearson.
"Enfranchise them; I must gain the Presbyterian interest over to us if I can."
"Rochecliffe, the arch-plotter," said Pearson, "I thought to have executed, but"-- "Barbarous man," said Cromwell, "alike ungrateful and impolitic--wouldst thou have destroyed our decoy-duck? This doctor is but like a well, a shallow one indeed, but something deeper than the springs which discharge their secret tribute into his keeping; then come I with a pump, and suck it all up to the open air. Enlarge him, and let him have money if he wants it. I know his haunts; he can go nowhere but our eye will be upon him.--But you look at each other darkly, as if you had more to say than you durst. I trust you have not done to death Sir Henry Lee?"
"No. Yet the man," replied Pearson, "is a confirmed malignant, and"-- "Ay, but he is also a n.o.ble relic of the ancient English Gentleman," said the General. "I would I knew how to win the favour of that race. But we, Pearson, whose royal robes are the armour which we wear on our bodies, and whose leading staves are our sceptres, are too newly set up to draw the respect of the proud malignants, who cannot brook to submit to less than royal lineage. Yet what can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier? I grudge that one man should be honoured and followed, because he is the descendant of a victorious commander, while less honour and allegiance is paid to another, who, in personal qualities, and in success, might emulate the founder of his rival"s dynasty. Well, Sir Henry Lee lives, and shall live for me. His son, indeed, hath deserved the death which he has doubtless sustained."
"My lord," stammered Pearson, "since your Excellency has found I am right in suspending your order in so many instances, I trust you will not blame me in this also--I thought it best to await more special orders."