"RESIST!"
In his defiant refusal the Master of Hollymead, as already said, had
received encouragement by a word spoken from the withdrawing-room. It
was after the ladies had passed out of it; Sir Richard, who had followed
them to the door, simply saying, "Resist!" It was said in a significant
tone though, and loud enough to be heard by him who stood in the porch.
For the knight had now made up his mind to some sort of action, as yet
known only to himself; and but returned to the window to get further
informed of the chances in favour of it.
Judging by the sparkle of his eyes, they seemed satisfactory, each
moment becoming more so. He had already taken stock of the soldier
troop, counted its files--less than twenty--saw that half of them were
but "Johnny Raws" in uniform; while the crowd beyond them numbered nigh
two hundred. Not all men; but such women as were among them had the
look of being able to do man's work, even in the way of fighting. Nor
were they all unarmed, though no warlike weapons were conspicuously
displayed. Here and there could be seen hands holding hedge forks, or
grasping hatchets, bill-hooks, and hay-knives; others carrying
long-shafted hammers and mattocks--tools of the mining industry peculiar
to the Forest. All implements denoting peace; but readily convertible
into weapons with which could be dealt deadly blows.
Sir Richard had taken all this in, as the soldiers came to a halt at the
haw-haw gate. And now that they were inside it, looking over their
heads from the high window, he saw something else, for which he had been
anxiously watching--another crowd on its way up the avenue, smaller than
that already arrived, but more compact, and apparently under discipline.
All men these, with one at their head, taller by inches than any of
those behind him, easily recognisable as Rob Wilde.
The deer-stealer had been true to his promise, and done his work well;
for not only was the Ruardean contingent a large one, but carried real
war weapons--here and there a matchlock and _snap-hans_, with pikes and
halberds held high above their heads--a bristling array of them.
It was just then, on catching sight of these, that Ambrose Powell
retreated from the porch, and in, dashing to his door. For Sir
Richard's doings in the days past were all known to him, and why he had
gone out of his way, and lingered behind the hawking party at Ruardean.
At the same moment the knight made a hasty movement away from the
window, as he did so saying,--
"Now, Master Trevor! Time's come for action. I'm not going to let our
good host be plundered without an effort to prevent it. Of course you
can do as you like--remain neutral if it so please you."
"But it don't so please me," promptly responded the ex-gentleman-usher.
"If there's to be fighting, I draw swords too."
"On which side?"
"Oh, Sir Richard! Why do you ask that? After what I've just seen and
heard, you might know. Never was I aware that the King sanctioned such
doings as these, nor will I be the one to abet them. Besides, you seem
to forget my debt to yourself--my life; and I've been longing for an
opportunity to pay it. My sword is at your service, as my heart, ever
since you conquered both."
"Eustace Trevor!" exclaimed the knight, with more than ordinary warmth,
"I now know that you are not only my friend, but the friend of our
cause, which is that of country and humanity. Your generous offer of
alliance delights me, and I am grateful for it. But all the more
reluctant you should compromise yourself with your father--your people.
Reflect before drawing you sword! Among those we are to fight with--if
it come to that--is your own kinsman, your cousin, and you may have to
cross blades with _him_."
"Be it so. I have reflected, and well, before espousing your cause.
'Tis now more to me than cousin--a matter of conscience. Reginald's on
the wrong side--I the right one; and if we must cross swords, let him
take the consequences as will I."
Not often in man's face might be seen such expression as came over that
of Sir Richard Walwyn while listening to these determined words. The
handsome youth he had made chance acquaintance with on the road, liking
him at first sight; continuing to like him notwithstanding their adverse
political faith; reluctant to quarrel with him; refusing it till there
was no alternative with honour--this youth, now no more enemy either to
him or his cause, but friend of both, professed and sure of proving
true--at thought of all this the eyes of the soldier knight sparkled
with an ecstatic joy which they alone can feel who fight for country,
not king.
"Enough!" he said, grasping the youth's hand and warmly pressing it.
"Glad am I to think you will be with us. Swords such as yours were an
accession to any cause; and ere long, even now, there may be fine
opportunity for you to prove it--baptise your new faith in the blood of
Freedom's foes. Come with me!"
Their dialogue had occupied but a brief interval of time; and as the
knight brought it to an end, he strode hastily out into the hall, spurs
still on and clanking. There to encounter their host, also hurrying
about, and shouting to his domestics to shutter the windows. The door
he had already made secure.
In the hallway the three came together, but only for a few moments to
remain so. The occasion called for quick, instant action, allowing
scant time for speech. Nor was there much said; Sir Richard hurriedly
saying to their host,--
"Tell the ladies not to be alarmed. Say that Mr Trevor and I have gone
out to reason with those rude visitors of yours, and see what terms we
can make with them. If they won't listen to--"
Whatever the alternative meant he left it unspoken, for chancing to turn
his eyes up the stairway, he there saw that he was being listened to
already. On its lowest landing were the sisters, who had overheard all.
They were coming down, and now came on; Sabrina gliding forward to the
knight, and laying her hand on his shoulder. He had stepped a little
apart to receive her, with anticipation of something she might have to
say confidential, and with her, he, too, wanted a word of that kind.
"Oh, Richard!" she tremblingly exclaimed, "what are you going to do?
Nothing rash, I hope?"
"Certainly not, dearest. Have you ever known me to act rashly?"
"No; but now--"
"Well, now. I'm not likely to change my ways. In what I intend there
may be no danger after all. A little risk true, but for a big stake.
No less than three thousand pounds these royal miscreants demand from
your father, and will have it if we don't do something. But we will,
and they won't get it--not this day, unless I'm mistaken about the men
who are gathering outside. Ah! we'll match them, never fear."
He then spoke some words in a whisper, not to be overheard by the
servants still rushing to and fro, which seemed further to reassure her.
"Now, love! let me go," he said, in conclusion. "There isn't a second
to spare. Mr Trevor and I must out."
She neither questioned nor tried to detain him longer. Whatever he
meant doing, she could confide in him; if to fight, believed him capable
of conquering the whole world, and wisely ruling it after. For the
woman who loves there is no fancy too wild, no feat seeming impossible
to him who has her heart.
More constrained was the speech passing neat at hand, for there were
three taking part in it. Yet not less anxious than her sister seemed
Vaga,--if anything in greater distress about the danger apprehended.
Possibly but for her father being beside her, she would have addressed
Eustace Trevor in a strain similar to that of Sabrina appealing to Sir
Richard. As it was her looks were eloquent of fear for him, mingled
with a confidence in his power to hold his own, whatever was to happen.
The scene was short--of not more than a minute's duration--and ended by
the two gentlemen guests of Hollymead House making all haste out of it--
not by the front door, but one at back, which opened into the
stable-yard.
Soon as on its stoop, Sir Richard called out,--"Horses, Hubert! Quick!"
And quick they came. In an instant after, Hubert was seen leading two
out of their stalls, another pair being led behind by the servant of
Eustace Trevor. Saddled and bridled all; for word had been sent out
before, and everything was ready--even to the varlet having been warned
by the veteran and gained over to the good cause, now his master's.
In twenty seconds' time all four were in the saddle, men as masters
setting themselves firm in the stirrups, taking tight hold of the reins,
with a look to their swords to see there was no entanglement against
unsheathing them.
Then, at a word from Sir Richard, the yard gate, hitherto shut, was
thrown open, and out they all burst, spurring to a brisk canter as they
rode round for the front of the house.