Though clear and placid had been the sky when the two colonels stood by
the Buckstone, in a few hours after it was all clouded. Night had
descended, but in addition to its natural darkness, the white fleecy
cumuli along the western horizon had turned black at the setting of the
sun; then rolled upward, overspreading heaven's whole canopy as with a
pall. But the obscurity was not continuous. The extreme sultriness of
the day had disturbed the electrical equilibrium of the atmosphere,
resulting in a thunderstorm of unusual violence. At intervals vivid
sheets of lightning illumined the firmament, while red zig-zagging
bolts, like arrows on fire, pierced the opaque clouds, bringing down
rain as at the Deluge.
Between the flashes all was darkness; so dense that a traveller on the
Forest roads must needs stop till the blaze came again, else run the
risk of straying from the track, possibly to bring up against the trunk
of a tree. But it was a night on which no traveller would think of
venturing forth, and one already on the road would make for the nearest
shelter.
Yet were there traveller abroad, or at least men on horseback, who
neither sought this nor seemed to regard the raging elements. About a
mile from High Meadow House, on the Coleford Road, a party of four might
be seen seated in the saddle under a spreading tree. That they were not
sheltering from the rain could be told by its pouring down upon them
through the leaves quickly as elsewhere, and their being already wet to
the skin. Shadow, for concealment, was evidently their object, though
at intervals the lightning interfered with it. But they were in such
position as to command a view of the road, and any one coming along it,
before being themselves observed. As now and then the blue electric
light gleamed around them, it could be seen that they were in uniform--
an officer and three common troopers, one with trumpet in hand--while
their attitude of listening proclaimed them on picket duty. A vidette
it was, stationed to watch the approaches and give warning to a larger
force.
Another might have been found at no great distance off, in a sequestered
glade of the forest, some hundreds of horsemen, who, as the party under
the tree, were all in their saddles, and alike disregarding the rain.
Silent as spectres were they, here and there only a muttered word, with
the champing of bits, and occasionally the louder clink of scabbard
against stirrup as some horse shied at the blinding flash.
They, too, seemed listening, as indeed were they--especially a group of
officers near the outgoing of the glade--listening for a signal
preconcerted, and expected to come from the trumpeter under the tree.
Nor were these the only soldiers abroad and voluntarily exposing
themselves to that drenching storm. While it was at its worst, a party
of Horse issued out of Monmouth, and, crossing the Wye bridge, took the
route up Kymin Hill. A small body it was, about forty in all, with but
two officers--he who commanded and a cornet, their arms and
accoutrements, as the light caparison of their horses, proclaiming them
on scout.
As the lightning flashed upon a banneret carried by the cornet, it could
be seen to bear the emblem of a crown, while other specialities of
uniform and equipment betokened the little troop as belonging to the
army of the King, and therefore hostile to those halted in the forest
glade, whose insignia told them to be of the opposite party.
It wanted an hour or more of midnight when the party from Monmouth,
after surmounting the Kymin steep, entered Staunton--to find the
villagers still awake and stirring. They had received news of Massey's
departure from the neighbourhood, so hastily as to seem a retreat, and,
indeed, knew the reason, or supposed they did, from the contents of that
Coleford despatch. Most of them being of Royalist proclivities, they
were sitting up in jubilance over the event.
The soldiers made but short halt among them; just long enough to get
answer to some inquiries; then on to High Meadow House.
Why thither none of the rank and file knew, not even the cornet. Alone
their commanding officer, who kept the true reason to himself, giving a
spurious one--that his object was to make sure of the place being in
reality abandoned. A weak force as they were, it would not do to
advance farther along the Coleford road, should there chance to be an
enemy in their rear.
This seemed reasonable enough, nor were the men loth to accept it. On
such a night shelter was above all things desirable, and they were sure
to find snug quarters at the mansion of High Meadow, hoping their
commander would let them stay there till the storm came to an end.
Just as they turned off the high road, or scarce a minute after, a
solitary figure came gliding along from the Staunton side, and passed on
towards Coleford. Afoot it was, wrapped in a cloak, with hood, which,
covering the head, left visible only a portion of the face. Tall, and
of masculine proportions, otherwise it might have been taken as the
figure of a man, but for a certain boldness, yet softness of outline,
which betokened it that of a woman. And a woman it was--the cadgeress.
She had followed the Royalist troopers from Staunton, silently,
stealthily, and at safe distance behind. But as they turned off the
main road, she, still keeping to it, broke into a run, not slowing again
till she stood under the tree where the four Parliamentarians were on
picket. By the fitful flashes these had seen her making approach, at
least three of the four knowing who it was--Sir Richard Walwyn; he who
had the trumpet, Hubert; and one of the troopers, wearing the _chevrons_
of a sergeant, Rob Wilde.
That she in turn recognised them, and had been expecting to find them
there, was evinced by her behaviour. For when she thought herself
within hearing, she called out,--
"Cavalieres turned off and goed for High Meadow House. 'Bout forty
theys be in all."
"Sound the signal, Hubert!" said Sir Richard, in command to his
trumpeter, adding to the big sergeant, "Ride back, Rob, and tell Captain
Harley to bring on our men as rapidly as possible."
The lightning still flashed and forked, with loud thunder, now in quick
claps, now in prolonged reverberation. But between came the notes of a
cavalry bugle, in calls, which, reaching the glade where Massey's men
sat waiting in their saddles, caused a pricking of spurs, and a quick
forward movement at the command, "March!"--word most welcome to all.
Meanwhile, the soldiers from Monmouth had reached Hall's house to find
no enemy there, only some servants, who at first took them for a
returned party of Parliamentarians. But the steward, who had been
detained on the way, riding up the instant after, reassured the
frightened domestics.
Besides what these had to tell, there were other evidences of the
hurried evacuation. On tables everywhere was a spread of viands only
partially consumed, with tankards of ale unemptied, and inside the house
bottles of wine, some yet uncorked.
The Cavalier soldiers were not the sort to hasten away and leave such
tempting commodities untouched. And, as their commanding officer seemed
not objecting, they were out of their saddles in a trice, eating and
drinking as though they had that day gone without either breakfast or
dinner.
The stable mangers, too, were full of beans and barley, left uneaten by
the horses of the Parliamentarians, to which their own animals fell with
a hungry voracity equalling that of their masters.
Short time was allowed them for this greedy gormandising. Scarce had
they taken seat by the tables when a trampling of hoofs was heard all
around the house, louder on the stone pavement by the gate, from which
came the shout "Surrender!" the same voice adding, "'Twill be idle for
you to resist. We are Massey's men, and fifty to your one. If you wish
your lives spared, cry `Quarter,' or we cut you to pieces."
The carousing Royalists were taken completely by surprise. In fancied
security, thinking the Parliamentarian force _en route_ for Gloucester,
and far on the way, they had neither placed picket nor set sentry; and
the house being fortified, there was no exit from it save by the one
gate, now blocked up, as they could see, by a solid body of horse. They
were literally in a trap, with no chance to get out of it, for, by the
multitudinous hoof-clattering outside, they knew the words "fifty to
one" were not far from the truth.
Alone, the cornet got off afoot by a desperate leap into the ditch at
back; stealing away unseen in the darkness. The rest made no attempt,
either at escape or resistance. They but stood, terror-stricken, to
hear the threat--
"Speak, quick, or we open fire on you!" Then, at least, half of them
called out "Quarter!" without waiting word or sign from their leader.
What followed, however, showed that he sanctioned it. As the
Parliamentarian troopers came riding in through the gate he advanced to
meet them, with drawn sword, hilt outward, which he handed to the
officer at their head.
As the latter took it, a smile of peculiar significance was exchanged
between the two, with words equally strange, inaudible save to
themselves.
"Glad to have you back with us, Kyrle."
"Not more than I to get back, Walwyn. God knows! I've had enough of
Rupert, and his rascals."