CHAPTER XXXV.

THE DELIVERER.

But she found some relief in applying her mind to the task which lord

Worcester had set her; and many a night as she tossed sleepless on her

bed, would she turn from the thoughts that tortured her, to brood upon

the castle, and invent if she might some new possible way, however

difficult, of getting out of it unseen: and many a morning after the

night thus spent, would she hasten, ere the household was astir, to

examine some spot which had occurred to her as perhaps containing the

secret she sought. One time it was a chimney that might have door and

stair concealed within it; another, the stables, where she examined

every stall in the hope of finding a trap to an underground way. Had any

one else been in question but Richard, the traitor, the roundhead, she

might have imagined an associate within the walls, in which case farther

solution would not have been for her; but somehow, she did not make it

clear to herself how, she could not entertain the idea in connection

with Richard. Besides, in brooding over everything, it had grown plain

to her that both Richard and Marquis had that night been through the

moat.

Some who caught sight of her in the early dawn, wandering about and

peering here and there, thought that she was losing her senses; others

more ingenious in the thinking of evil, imagined she sought to impress

the household with a notion of her innocence by pretending a search for

the concealed flaw in the defences.

Ever since she had been put in charge of the water-works, she had been

in the habit of lingering a little on the roof of the keep as often as

occasion took her thither, for she delighted in the far outlook on the

open country which it afforded; and perhaps it was a proof of the

general healthiness of her nature that now in her misery, instead of

shutting herself up in her own chamber, she oftener sought the walk

around the reservoir, looking abroad in shadowy hope of some lurking

deliverance, like captive lady in the stronghold of evil knight. On one

of these occasions, in the first of the twilight, she was leaning over

one of the battlements looking down upon the moat and its white and

yellow blossoms and great green leaves, and feeling very desolate. Her

young life seemed to have crumbled down upon her and crushed her heart,

and all for one gentle imprudence.

'Oh my mother!' she murmured,--'an' thou couldst hear me, thou wouldst

help me an' thou couldst. Thy poor Dorothy is sorely sad and forsaken,

and she knows no way of escape. Oh my mother, hear me!'

As she spoke, she looked away from the moat to the sky, and spread out

her arms in the pain of her petition.

There was a step behind her.

'What! what! My little protestant praying to the naughty saints! That

will never do.'

Dorothy had turned with a great start, and stood speechless and

trembling before lord Herbert.

'My poor child!' he said, holding out both his hands, and taking those

which Dorothy did not offer--'did I startle thee then so much? I am

truly sorry. I heard but thy last words; be not afraid of thy secret.

But what hath come to thee? Thou art white and thin, there are tears on

thy face, and it seems as thou wert not so glad to see me as I thought

thou wouldst have been. What is amiss? I hope thou art not sick--but

plainly thou art ill at ease! Go not yet after my Molly, cousin, for

truly we need thee here yet a while.'

'Would I might go to Molly, my lord!' said Dorothy. 'Molly would believe

me.'

'Thou need'st not go to Molly for that, cousin. I will believe thee.

Only tell me what thou wouldst have me believe, and I will believe it.

What! think'st thou I am not magician enough to know whom to believe and

whom not? Fye, fye, mistress! Thou, on thy part, wilt not put faith in

thy cousin Herbert!'

His kind words were to her as the voice of him that calleth for the

waters of the sea that he may pour them out on the face of the earth.

The poor girl burst into a passion of weeping, fell on her knees before

him, and holding up her clasped hands, cried out in a voice of

sob-choked agony--for she was not used to tears, and it was to her a

rending of the heart to weep--

'Save me, save me, my lord! I have no friend in the world who can help

me but thee.'

'No friend! What meanest thou, Dorothy?' said lord Herbert, taking her

two clasped hands between his. 'There is my Margaret and my father!'

'Alas, my lord! they mean well by me, but they do not believe me; and if

your lordship believe me no more than they, I must go from Raglan. Yet

believing me, I know not how you could any more help me.'

'Dorothy, my child, I can do nothing till thou take me with thee. I

cannot even comfort thee.'

'Your lordship is weary,' said Dorothy, rising and wiping her eyes. 'You

cannot yet have eaten since you came. Go, my lord, and hear my tale

first from them that believe me not. They will assure you of nothing

that is not true, only they understand it not, and wrong me in their

conjectures. Let my lady Margaret tell it you, my lord, and then if you

have yet faith enough in me to send for me, I will come and answer all

you ask. If you send not for me, I will ride from Raglan to-morrow.'

'It shall be as thou sayest, Dorothy. An' it be not fit for the judge to

hear both sides of the tale, or an' it boots the innocent which side he

first heareth, then were he no better judge than good king James, of

blessed memory, when he was so sore astonished to find both sides in the

right.'

'A king, my lord, and judge foolishly!'

'A king, my damsel, and judged merrily. But fear me not; I trust in God

to judge fairly even betwixt friend and foe, and I doubt not it will be

now to the lightening of thy trouble, my poor storm-beaten dove.'

It startled Dorothy with a gladness that stung like pain, to hear the

word he never used but to his wife thus flit from his lips in the

tenderness of his pity, and alight like the dove itself upon her head.

She thanked him with her whole soul, and was silent.

'I will send hither to thee, my child, when I require thy presence; and

when I send come straight to my lady's parlour.'

Dorothy bowed her head, but could not speak, and lord Herbert walked

quickly from her. She heard him run down the stair almost with the

headlong speed of his boy Henry.

Half an hour passed slowly--then lady Margaret's page came lightly up

the steps, bearing the request that she would favour his mistress with

her presence. She rose from the battlement where she had seated herself

to watch the moon, already far up in the heavens, as she brightened

through the gathering dusk, and followed him with beating heart.

When she entered the parlour, where as yet no candles had been lighted,

she saw and knew nothing till she found herself clasped to a bosom

heaving with emotion.

'Forgive me, Dorothy,' sobbed lady Margaret. 'I have done thee wrong.

But thou wilt love me yet again--wilt thou not, Dorothy?'

'Madam! madam!' was all Dorothy could answer, kissing her hands.

Lady Margaret led her to her husband, who kissed her on the forehead,

and seated her betwixt himself and his wife; and for a space there was

silence. Then at last said Dorothy:

'Tell me, madam, how is it that I find myself once more in the garden of

your favour? How know you that I am not all unworthy thereof?'

'My lord tells me so,' returned lady Margaret simply.

'And whence doth my lord know it?' asked Dorothy, turning to lord

Herbert.

''An' thou be not satisfied of thine own innocence, Dorothy, I will ask

thee a few questions. Listen to thine answers, and judge. How came the

young puritan into the castle that night? But stay: we must have

candles, for how can I, the judge, or my lady, the jury, see into the

heart of the prisoner save through the window of her face?'

Dorothy laughed--her first laugh since the evil fog had ascended and

swathed her. Lady Margaret rang the bell on her table. Candles were

brought from where they stood ready in the ante-chamber, and as soon as

they began to burn clear, lord Herbert repeated his question.

'My lord,' answered Dorothy, 'I look to you to tell me so much, for

before God I know not.'

'Nay, child! thou need'st not buttress thy words with an oath,' said his

lordship. 'Thy fair eyes are worth a thousand oaths. But to the

question: tell me wherefore didst thou not let the young man go when

first thou spied him? Wherefore didst ring the alarm-bell? Thou sawest

he was upon his own mare, for thou knewest her--didst thou not?'

'I did, my lord; but he had no business there, and I was of my lord

Worcester's household. Here I am not Dorothy Vaughan, but my lady's

gentlewoman.'

'Then why didst thou go to his room thereafter? Didst thou not know it

for the most perilous adventure maiden could undergo?'

'Perilous it hath indeed proved, my lord.'

'And might have proved worse than perilous.'

'No, my lord. Other danger was none where Richard was,' returned Dorothy

with vehemence.

'It beareth a look as if mayhap thou dost or mightst one day love the

young man!' said lord Herbert in slow pondering tone.

'My spirit hath of late been driven to hold him company, my lord. It

seemed that, save Caspar, I had no friend left but him. God help me! it

were a fearful thing to love a fanatic! But I will resist the devil.'

'Truly we are in lack of a few such devils on what we count the honest

side, Dorothy!' said lord Herbert, laughing. 'Not every man that thinks

the other way is a rogue or a fool. But thou hast not told me why thou

didst run the heavy risk of seeking him in the night.'

'I could not rest for thinking of him, my lord, with that terrible wound

in the head I had as good as given him, and from whose effects I had

last seen him lie as one dead. He was my playmate, and my mother loved

him.'

Here poor Dorothy broke down and wept, but recovered herself with an

effort, and proceeded.

'I kept starting awake, seeing him thus at one time, and at another

hearing him utter my name as if entreating me to go to him, until at

last I believed that I was called.'

'Called by whom, Dorothy?'

'I thought--I thought, my lord, it might be the same that called Samuel,

who had opened my ears to hear Richard's voice.'

'And it was indeed therefore thou didst go?'

'I think so, my lord. I am sure, at least, but for that I would not have

gone. Yet surely I mistook, for see what hath come of it,' she added,

turning to lady Margaret.

'We must not judge from one consequence where there are a thousand yet

to follow,' said his lordship. '--And thou sayest, when thou didst enter

the room thou didst find no one there?'

'I say so, my lord, and it is true.'

'That I know as well as thou. What then didst thou think of the matter?'

'I was filled with fear, my lord, when I saw the bedclothes all in a

heap on the floor, but upon reflection I hoped that he had had the

better in the struggle, and had escaped; for now at least he could do no

harm in Raglan, I thought. But when I found the door was locked,--I dare

hardly think of that, my lord; it makes me tremble yet.'

'Now, who thinkest thou in thy heart did lock the door upon thee?'

'Might it not have been Satan himself, my lord?'

'Nay, I cannot tell what might or might not be where such a one is so

plainly concerned. But I believe he was only acting in his usual

fashion, which, as a matter of course, must be his worst--I mean through

the heart and hands of some one in the house who would bring thee into

trouble.'

'I would it were the other way, my lord.'

'So would I heartily. In his own person I fear him not a whit. But hast

thou no suspicion of any one owing thee a grudge, who might be glad on

such opportunity to pay it thee with interest?'

'I must confess I have, my lord; but I beg of your lordship not to

question me on the matter further, for it reaches only to suspicion. I

know nothing, and might, if I uttered a word, be guilty of grievous

wrong. Pardon me, my lord.'

Lord Herbert looked hard at his wife. Lady Margaret dropped her head.

'Thou art right, indeed, my good cousin!' he said, turning again to

Dorothy; 'for that would be to do by another as thou sufferest so sorely

from others doing by thee. I must send my brains about and make a

discovery or two for myself. It is well I have a few days to spend at

home. And now to the first part of the business in hand. Hast thou any

special way of calling thy dog? It is a moonlit night, I believe.'

He rose and went to the window, over which hung a heavy curtain of

Flemish tapestry.

'It is a three-quarter old moon, my lord,' said Dorothy, 'and very

bright. I did use to call my dog with a whistle my mother gave me when I

was a child.'

'Canst thou lay thy hand upon it? Hast thou it with thee in Raglan?'

'I have it in my hand now, my lord.'

'What then with the moon and thy whistle, I think we shall not fail.'

'Hast lost thy wits, Ned?' said his wife. 'Or what fiend wouldst thou

raise to-night?'

'I would lay one rather,' returned lord Herbert. 'But first I would

discover this same perilous fault in the armour of my house. Is thy

genet still in thy control, Dorothy?'

'I have no reason to think otherwise, my lord. The frolicker he, the

merrier ever was I.'

'Darest thou ride him alone in the moonlight--outside the walls.'

'I dare anything on Dick's back--that Dick can do, my lord.'

'Doth thy dog know Caspar--in friendly fashion, I mean?'

'Caspar is the only one in the castle he is quite friendly with, my

lord.'

'Then is all as I would have it. And now I will tell thee what I would

not have: I would not have a soul in the place but my lady here know

that I am searching with thee after this dog-and-man hole. Therefore I

will saddle thy little horse for thee myself, and--'

'No, no, my lord!' interrupted Dorothy. 'That _I_ can do.'

'So much the better for thee. But I am no boor, fair damsel. Then shalt

thou mount and ride him forth, and Marquis thy mastiff shall see thee go

from the yard. Then will I mount the keep, and from that point of

vantage look down upon the two courts, while Caspar goes to stand by thy

dog. Thou shalt ride slowly along for a minute or two, until these

preparations shall have been made; then shalt thou blow thy whistle, and

set off at a gallop to round the castle, still ever and anon blowing thy

whistle; by which means, if I should fail to see thy Marquis leave the

castle, thou mayest perchance discover at least from which side of the

castle he comes to thee.'

Dorothy sprang to her feet.

'I am ready, my lord,' she said.

'And so am I, my maiden,' returned lord Herbert, rising. 'Wilt go to the

top of the keep, wife, and grant me the light of eyes in aid of the

moonshine? I will come thither presently.'

'Thou shalt find me there, Ned, I promise thee. Mother Mary speed thy

quest?'

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