"For G.o.d"s sake, no, my dearest father!" Alice exclaimed; "Joceline will be up immediately-Hark!-I hear him."
There was indeed a bustle below, and more than one light danced to and fro in confusion, while those who bore them called to each other, yet suppressing their voices as they spoke, as men who would only be heard by those they addressed. The individual who had fallen under the power of Bevis was most impatient in his situation, and called with least precaution-"Here, Lee,-Forester-take the dog off, else I must shoot him."
"If thou dost," said Sir Henry, from the window, "I blow thy brains out on the spot. Thieves, Joceline, thieves! come up and secure this ruffian.-Bevis, hold on!"
"Back, Bevis; down, sir!" cried Joceline. "I am coming, I am coming, Sir Henry-Saint Michael, I shall go distracted!"
A terrible thought suddenly occurred to Alice; could Joceline have become unfaithful, that he was calling Bevis off the villain, instead of encouraging the trusty dog to secure him? Her father, meantime, moved perhaps by some suspicion of the same kind, hastily stepped aside out of the moonlight, and pulled Alice close to him, so as to be invisible from without, yet so placed as to hear what should pa.s.s. The scuffle between Bevis and his prisoner seemed to be ended by Joceline"s interference, and there was close whispering for an instant, as of people in consultation.
"All is quiet now," said one voice; "I will up and prepare the way for you." And immediately a form presented itself on the outside of the window, pushed open the lattice, and sprung into the parlour. But almost ere his step was upon the floor, certainly before he had obtained any secure footing, the old knight, who stood ready with his rapier drawn, made a desperate pa.s.s, which bore the intruder to the ground. Joceline, who clambered up next with a dark lantern in his hand, uttered a dreadful exclamation, when he saw what had happened, crying out, "Lord in heaven, he has slain his own son!"
"No, no-I tell you no," said the fallen young man, who was indeed young Albert Lee, the only son of the old knight; "I am not hurt. No noise, on your lives; get lights instantly." At the same time, he started from the floor as quickly as he could, under the embarra.s.sment of a cloak and doublet skewered as it were together by the rapier of the old knight, whose pa.s.s, most fortunately, had been diverted from the body of Albert by the interruption of his cloak, the blade pa.s.sing right across his back, piercing the clothes, while the hilt coming against his side with the whole force of the lunge, had borne him to the ground.
Joceline all the while enjoined silence to every one, under the strictest conjurations. "Silence, as you would long live on earth-silence, as ye would have a place in heaven; be but silent for a few minutes-all our lives depend on it."
Meantime he procured lights with inexpressible dispatch, and they then beheld that Sir Henry, on hearing the fatal words, had sunk back on one of the large chairs, without either motion, colour, or sign of life.
"Oh, brother, how could you come in this manner?" said Alice.
"Ask no questions-Good G.o.d! for what am I reserved!" He gazed on his father as he spoke, who, with clay-cold features rigidly fixed, and his arms extended in the most absolute helplessness, looked rather the image of death upon a monument, than a being in whom existence was only suspended. "Was my life spared," said Albert, raising his hands with a wild gesture to heaven, "only to witness such a sight as this!"
"We suffer what Heaven permits, young man; we endure our lives while Heaven continues them. Let me approach." The same clergyman who had read the prayers at Joceline"s hut now came forward. "Get water," he said, "instantly." And the helpful hand and light foot of Alice, with the ready-witted tenderness which never stagnates in vain lamentations while there is any room for hope, provided with incredible celerity all that the clergyman called for.
"It is but a swoon," he said, on feeling Sir Henry"s palm; "a swoon produced from the instant and unexpected shock. Rouse thee up, Albert; I promise thee it will be nothing save a syncope-A cup, my dearest Alice, and a ribbon or a bandage. I must take some blood-some aromatics, too, if they can be had, my good Alice."
But while Alice procured the cup and bandage, stripped her father"s sleeve, and seemed by intuition even to antic.i.p.ate every direction of the reverend doctor, her brother, hearing no word, and seeing no sign of comfort, stood with both hands clasped and elevated into the air, a monument of speechless despair. Every feature in his face seemed to express the thought, "Here lies my father"s corpse, and it is I whose rashness has slain him!"
But when a few drops of blood began to follow the lancet-at first falling singly, and then trickling in a freer stream-when, in consequence of the application of cold water to the temples, and aromatics to the nostrils, the old man sighed feebly, and made an effort to move his limbs, Albert Lee changed his posture, at once to throw himself at the feet of the clergyman, and kiss, if he would have permitted him, his shoes and the hem of his raiment.
"Rise, foolish youth," said the good man, with a reproving tone; "must it be always thus with you? Kneel to Heaven, not to the feeblest of its agents. You have been saved once again from great danger; would you deserve Heaven"s bounty, remember you have been preserved for other purposes than you now think on. Begone, you and Joceline-you have a duty to discharge; and be a.s.sured it will go better with your father"s recovery that he see you not for a few minutes. Down-down to the wilderness, and bring in your attendant."
"Thanks, thanks, a thousand thanks," answered Albert Lee; and, springing through the lattice, he disappeared as unexpectedly as he had entered. At the same time Joceline followed him, and by the same road.
Alice, whose fears for her father were now something abated, upon this new movement among the persons of the scene, could not resist appealing to her venerable a.s.sistant. "Good doctor, answer me but one question. Was my brother Albert here just now, or have I dreamed all that has happened for these ten minutes past? Methinks, but for your presence, I could suppose the whole had pa.s.sed in my sleep; that horrible thrust-that death-like, corpse-like old man-that soldier in mute despair; I must indeed have dreamed."
"If you have dreamed, my sweet Alice," said the doctor, "I wish every sick-nurse had your property, since you have been attending to our patient better during your sleep than most of these old dormice can do when they are most awake. But your dream came through the gate of horn, my pretty darling, which you must remind me to explain to you at leisure. Albert has really been here, and will be here again."
"Albert!" repeated Sir Henry, "who names my son?"
"It is I, my kind patron," said the doctor; "permit me to bind up your arm."
"My wound?-with all my heart, doctor," said Sir Henry, raising himself, and gathering his recollection by degrees. "I knew of old thou wert body-curer as well as soul-curer, and served my regiment for surgeon as well as chaplain.-But where is the rascal I killed?-I never made a fairer stramacon in my life. The sh.e.l.l of my rapier struck against his ribs. So, dead he must be, or my right hand has forgot its cunning."
"n.o.body was slain," said the doctor; "we must thank G.o.d for that, since there were none but friends to slay. Here is a good cloak and doublet, though, wounded in a fashion which will require some skill in tailor-craft to cure. But I was your last antagonist, and took a little blood from you, merely to prepare you for the pleasure and surprise of seeing your son, who, though hunted pretty close, as you may believe, hath made his way from Worcester hither, where, with Joceline"s a.s.sistance, we will care well enough for his safety. It was even for this reason that I pressed you to accept of your nephew"s proposal to return to the old Lodge, where a hundred men might be concealed, though a thousand were making search to discover them. Never such a place for hide-and-seek, as I shall make good when I can find means to publish my Wonders of Woodstock."
"But, my son-my dear son," said the knight, "shall I not then instantly see him! and wherefore did you not forewarn me of this joyful event?"
"Because I was uncertain of his motions," said the doctor, "and rather thought he was bound for the sea-side, and that it would be best to tell you of his fate when he was safe on board, and in full sail for France. We had appointed to let you know all when I came hither to-night to join you. But there is a red-coat in the house whom we care not to trust farther than we could not help. We dared not, therefore, venture in by the hall; and so, prowling round the building, Albert informed us, that an old prank of his, when a boy, consisted of entering by this window. A lad who was with us would needs make the experiment, as there seemed to be no light in the chamber, and the moonlight without made us liable to be detected. His foot slipped, and our friend Bevis came upon us."
"In good truth, you acted simply," said Sir Henry, "to attack a garrison without a summons. But all this is nothing to my son, Albert-where is he?-Let me see him."
"But, Sir Henry, wait," said the doctor, "till your restored strength"-
"A plague of my restored strength, man!" answered the knight, as his old spirit began to awaken within him.-"Dost not remember, that I lay on Edgehill-field all night, bleeding like a bullock from five several wounds, and wore my armour within six weeks? and you talk to me of the few drops of blood that follow such a scratch as a cat"s claw might have made!"
"Nay, if you feel so courageous," said the doctor, "I will fetch your son-he is not far distant."
So saying, he left the apartment, making a sign to Alice to remain, in case any symptoms of her father"s weakness should return.
It was fortunate, perhaps, that Sir Henry never seemed to recollect the precise nature of the alarm, which had at once, and effectually as the shock of the thunderbolt, for the moment suspended his faculties. Something he said more than once of being certain he had done mischief with that stramacon, as he called it; but his mind did not recur to that danger, as having been incurred by his son. Alice, glad to see that her father appeared to have forgotten a circ.u.mstance so fearful, (as men often forget the blow, or other sudden cause, which has thrown them into a swoon,) readily excused herself from throwing much light on the matter, by pleading the general confusion. And in a few minutes, Albert cut off all farther enquiry, by entering the room, followed by the doctor, and throwing himself alternately into the arms of his father and of his sister.
CHAPTER THE TWENTIETH.
The boy is-hark ye, sirrah-what"s your name?- Oh, Jacob-ay, I recollect-the same.
CRABBE.
The affectionate relatives were united as those who, meeting under great adversity, feel still the happiness of sharing it in common. They embraced again and again, and gave way to those expansions of the heart, which at once express and relieve the pressure of mental agitation. At length the tide of emotion began to subside; and Sir Henry, still holding his recovered son by the hand, resumed the command of his feelings which he usually practised.
"So you have seen the last of our battles, Albert," he said, "and the King"s colours have fallen for ever before the rebels."
"It is but even so," said the young man-"the last cast of the die was thrown, and, alas! lost at Worcester; and Cromwell"s fortune carried it there, as it has wherever he has shown himself."
"Well-it can but be for a time-it can but be for a time," answered his father; "the devil is potent, they say, in raising and gratifying favourites, but he can grant but short leases.-And the King-the King, Albert-the King-in my ear-close, close!"
"Our last news were confident that he had escaped from Bristol."
"Thank G.o.d for that-thank G.o.d for that!" said the knight. "Where didst thou leave him?"
"Our men were almost all cut to pieces at the bridge," Albert replied; "but I followed his Majesty with about five hundred other officers and gentlemen, who were resolved to die around him, until as our numbers and appearance drew the whole pursuit after us, it pleased his Majesty to dismiss us, with many thanks and words of comfort to us in general, and some kind expressions to most of us in especial. He sent his royal greeting to you, sir, in particular, and said more than becomes me to repeat."
"Nay, I will hear it every word, boy," said Sir Henry; "is not the certainty that thou hast discharged thy duty, and that King Charles owns it, enough to console me for all we have lost and suffered, and wouldst thou stint me of it from a false shamefacedness?-I will have it out of thee, were it drawn from thee with cords!"
"It shall need no such compulsion," said the young man-"It was his Majesty"s pleasure to bid me tell Sir Henry Lee, in his name, that if his son could not go before his father in the race of loyalty, he was at least following him closely, and would soon move side by side."
"Said he so?" answered the knight-"Old Victor Lee will look down with pride on thee, Albert!-But I forget-you must be weary and hungry."
"Even so," said Albert; "but these are things which of late I have been in the habit of enduring for safety"s sake."
"Joceline!-what ho, Joceline!"
The under-keeper entered, and received orders to get supper prepared directly.
"My son and Dr. Rochecliffe are half starving," said the knight. "And there is a lad, too, below," said Joceline; "a page, he says, of Colonel Albert"s, whose belly rings cupboard too, and that to no common tune; for I think he could eat a horse, as the Yorkshireman says, behind the saddle. He had better eat at the sideboard; for he has devoured a whole loaf of bread and b.u.t.ter, as fast as Phoebe could cut it, and it has not staid his stomach for a minute-and truly I think you had better keep him under your own eyes, for the steward beneath might ask him troublesome questions if he went below-And then he is impatient, as all your gentlemen pages are, and is saucy among the women."
"Whom is it he talks of?-what page hast thou got, Albert, that bears himself so ill?" said Sir Henry.
"The son of a dear friend, a n.o.ble lord of Scotland, who followed the great Montrose"s banner-afterwards joined the King in Scotland, and came with him as far as Worcester. He was wounded the day before the battle, and conjured me to take this youth under my charge, which I did, something unwillingly; but I could not refuse a father, perhaps on his death-bed, pleading for the safety of an only son."
"Thou hadst deserved an halter, hadst thou hesitated" said Sir Henry; "the smallest tree can always give some shelter,-and it pleases me to think the old stock of Lee is not so totally prostrate, but it may yet be a refuge for the distressed. Fetch the youth in;-he is of n.o.ble blood, and these are no times of ceremony-he shall sit with us at the same table, page though he be; and if you have not schooled him handsomely in his manners, he may not be the worse of some lessons from me."