"Something must be done! The whole city must not perish! It is a
shame that so much destruction has already taken place. What are
the city magnates about that they stand idle, wringing their hands,
whilst all London burns about their ears?"
Young Lord Desborough was the speaker. He had risen in some
excitement from the table where he had been seated at breakfast,
for James Harmer had just come in with the news that the fire was
still burning with the same fierceness as of old; that it had
spread beyond the city walls, Ludgate and Newgate having both been
reduced to a heap of smoking ruins; that it was spreading northward
and westward as fiercely as ever; whilst even in an easterly
direction it was creeping slowly and insidiously along, so that men
began to whisper that the Tower itself would eventually fall a
prey.
"Nay, now, but that must not, that shall not be!" cried Lord
Desborough in great excitement. "Shame enough for London that St.
Paul's is gone! Are we to lose every ancient building of historic
fame? What would his Majesty say were that to perish also? Zounds!
methinks my Lord Mayor must surely be sleeping. In good King Henry
the Eighth's reign his head would have been struck off ere now.
"Thou hast seen him, thou sayest, good Master Harmer. What does he
purpose to do? Surely he cannot desire all the city to perish. Yet,
methinks, that will be what will happen, if indeed it be not
already accomplished."
"He is like one distraught," answered Harmer. "I went to him
yesterday, and I have been again at break of day this morn. I have
told him how we saved the bridge, and have begged powers of him to
effect great breaches at various points to stay the ravages of the
flames; but he will do naught but say he must consider, he must
consider."
"And whilst he considers, London burns to ashes!" cried the young
nobleman in impetuous scorn. "A plague upon his consideration and
his reflections! We want a man who can act in times like these.
Beshrew me if I go not to his Majesty myself and tell him the whole
truth. Methinks if he but knew the dire need for bold measures,
London might even now be saved--so much of it as yet remains. If
the Lord Mayor is worse than a child at such a crisis, let us to
his Majesty and see what he will say!"
"A good thought, in truth," answered Harmer thoughtfully. "But
surely his Majesty knows?"
"Ay, after a fashion doubtless; but it takes some little time to
rouse the lion spirit in him. He is wont to laugh and jest somewhat
too much, and dally with news, whilst he throws the dice with his
courtiers, or passes a compliment to some fair lady. He takes life
somewhat too lightly does my lord the King, until he be thoroughly
roused. But the blood of kings runs in his veins; and let him but
be awakened to the need for action, then he can act as a sovereign,
indeed."
"Then, good my lord, in the name of all those poor townsfolk whose
houses are standing yet, let the King be roused to a full sense of
the dire peril!" cried Harmer, in almost passionate tones; "for if
some one come not to their help, I trow there will not be a house
within or without the city that will not be reduced to ashes ere
two more days have passed."
"It is terrible to think of," said the Master Builder, who was
taking his meal with the young lord, by his special desire, both
having slept late into the morning after the exertions of the
previous night. "If you, my lord, can get speech of the King, and
show him the things you have seen and suffered, methinks that that
should be enough to rouse him. And doubtless you could get speech
of his Majesty without trouble, whereas a humble citizen might sue
for hours in vain."
"Yes, I trow that I could obtain an audience without much ado,"
answered Lord Desborough, though he gave rather a doubtful glance
at his soiled and fire-blackened garments, which were all he had in
the world since the burning of his house. "But I would have you go
with me also, good Masters Harmer and Mason; for it was your prompt
methods that saved the bridge, and perchance all Southwark too. I
would have you with me to add your testimony to mine.
"Master Harmer, your name was spoken often in the time of the
raging of the plague, as that of a brave and loyal citizen. It is
likely his Majesty may bear it still in mind, and it will give
weight to any testimony you have to offer."
Harmer and the Master Builder exchanged glances. They had not
thought to appear before royalty, but they were willing to do
anything that might be for the good of the town; and whilst the one
hurried away to procure a wherry to take them as near as might be
to Whitehall, the other supplied, from the stores in the shop, a
new court suit to young Lord Desborough befitting his rank and
station.
Lady Desborough was going on better than any had dared to hope. Her
husband stole in to look at her before his departure, and was
rewarded by a sweet and tranquil smile. He stole towards the
bedside and kissed her, telling her he was going to see the King;
and she, knowing that his duties called him often to Court, asked
no question, and seemed to remember nothing of the fire, but only
bade him return anon to her when he could.
Reuben was going also in the boat, and some of the men as rowers.
Gertrude had donned her best cloak and holiday gown, and asked
wistfully of her husband:
"Prithee take me also; I will not be in your way. But I would fain
see something of this great sight of which all men talk, and they
say it may best be seen from the river."
"Come then, sweet heart, so as thou dost not ask to run into
peril," said Reuben; and by noon the party were well on their way,
their progress being somewhat slow, as the tide was running out,
and there was a considerable press of craft on the river, which was
the only safe roadway now from one part of the burned city to the
other.
As boats passed each other, items of news were exchanged between
the occupants, and every tale added some detail of horror to the
last. Bridewell was in flames now, and many said Newgate also. Some
averred that the prisoners had been left locked up in their cells
to perish miserably, others that they had all been released, and
that London would be swarming with felons and criminals, who would
lead the van in the many acts of plunder which were already being
perpetrated. What might be the truth of all these rumours none
could say; but one thing could at least be gathered, which was that
the fire was still raging unchecked, and that nothing had as yet
been done to stay its progress.
When the boat had reached its destination, Lord Desborough
courteously invited Gertrude and her husband to accompany the
deputation. They had not anticipated any such thing; but curiosity
overcame every other feeling, and before another half hour had
passed they found themselves absolutely within the precincts of
Whitehall, passing along corridors where fine-feathered gallants
and royal lackeys and pages walked hither and thither, and where
their appearance excited some mirthful curiosity, although nobody
spoke openly to them.
Lord Desborough was challenged on all hands, but gave only brief
replies. He would tell no word of his mission; and presently he led
his companions into a small anteroom, which was quite empty, and
charged the servant, who had accompanied them thus far, not to
permit any one to enter so long as they were there. Then he hurried
away to seek audience of the King, but promised to join his
companions again in as brief a time as possible.
"Belike it will be long enough ere we see him again," said Harmer,
who almost regretted having come when there might be work to do
elsewhere. "The ear of royalty is often besieged in vain, or at
least it is a case of hours before an audience can be obtained. Yon
pleasure-loving monarch will care but little if all London burn, so
as he has his ladies and his courtiers about him to make merry by
day and by night!"
By which sentiment it may be gathered that a good deal of the
Puritan sternness of character and distrust of royalty lingered in
the mind of James Harmer, although in this case he was not destined
to be a true prophet.
Half an hour may have passed, certainly not more, before a sound of
approaching voices from the inner room, to which this one was but
the antechamber, announced the approach of some persons. The
listeners within thought they distinguished the tones of Lord
Desborough's voice; nor were they mistaken, for next moment, when
the doors were flung wide open, and the party instinctively rose to
their feet, it was to see the young noble approaching in earnest
talk with a very dark, sallow man in an immense black periwig, whom
in a moment they knew to be the King himself. He was followed by a
still darker man, less richly dressed than himself, but still very
fine and gay, who was so like the King as to be recognized
instantly for the Duke of York.
The little group made deep obeisance as the royal party came
forward, and received in return a carelessly gracious nod from the
King, who flung himself into a seat, and looked at Lord Desborough.
"His Majesty would know from you, good Masters Harmer and Mason,
what you have seen with your own eyes of this fire, and in
particular how the flames were stayed upon the bridge by your
efforts. He has heard so many contradictory stories from those who
are less well informed, that he will have the tale from first to
last by worthy citizens who are to be trusted to speak truth."
There was no mistaking the ring of truth in the narratives which
were told by the Master Builder and his neighbour.
The King listened almost in silence, but when he did ask a question
it was shrewd and pertinent in its import. The dark face was
lacking neither in force nor in power; and if the eyes of royalty
did, from time to time, stray towards the fair face of Gertrude,
who followed her father's tale with breathless interest, his talk
was all of the means which must forthwith be taken for the arrest
of the fire, and from the sparkle in his eyes it was plain that he
was aroused at last to some purpose.
"Good citizens," he said at length, "since our worthy Mayor has
proved himself a fool and a poltroon, I must needs use such tools
as I have under my hand.
"Bring me pen and paper, knave!" he cried to a servant who was in
attendance; and when the man returned, the King hastily scrawled a
few lines upon the paper, and gave it into the hands of the
citizens.
"My good fellows," he said, in his easy and familiar way, "take
there your authority under my hand, and go and save the Tower. The
Tower must not and shall not perish. Pull down, blow up, sacrifice
as you will, but save you the Tower. As for me, I will forth
instantly and see what may be done in this quarter. The people
shall not say that their King cared no whit whilst the whole city
was burned to ashes. Would I had known more before, but each
messenger brought news that something was about to be done.
"About to be done, forsooth! that is ever the way. Zounds! I would
like to pitch yon cowardly Mayor and his whole corporation into the
heart of the flames! And if something be not done to save what
remains of the city, I will make good my word!"
Then, with a complete change of manner, he rose and came forward to
the corner where Gertrude stood shrinking and quivering, half
frightened by this strange man, yet impressed by some indescribably
kingly quality in him that fascinated her imagination in spite of
all she had heard of him.
"Fair mistress," he said gallantly, "hast thou nothing to ask?
These good citizens have all had their word to say. Am I not to
hear the music of thy voice also?"
Gertrude, startled and abashed, dropped her eyes, and knew not what
to say; but something in the King's glance compelled an answer of
some kind, and a sudden inspiration flashed upon her.
"Sire," she said, in a sweet tremulous voice, her colour coming and
going in her cheek in a most becoming fashion, "may I ask a boon of
your gracious Majesty?"
"A hundred if thou wilt, fair mistress; there is nothing so sweet
to me as obeying the behests of beauty."
She shrank a little from his glance, and her grasp tightened upon
her husband's arm; but she took courage, and went on bravely:
"I have but one boon to crave, gracious Sire. For myself I have all
that heart of woman could crave; but there is still one small
trouble in my life. My dear father, who stands before you now, was
well-nigh ruined a year ago in that fearful visitation of the
plague. By trade he is a builder, and right well does he know his
business. After this terrible fire there must needs be much
building to do ere the city can be dwelt in. May it please your
gracious Majesty to grant to him a portion of the work, that he may
retrieve his lost fortune, and regain the place which he once held
amongst his fellow citizens!"
"It shall be done, mistress, it shall be done!" answered the King,
with a smile at the girl and a friendly look towards the Master
Builder. "Marry, it is a good thought too; for we shall want honest
and skilful men to rebuild us our city.
"Thy prayer is heard and granted, fair lady. I will not forget thy
petition. I will see to it myself. Farewell, sweet heart! think
always kindly of your King," and he saluted her upon the cheek,
after the fashion of the day.
Then turning briskly to the men he said, in a very different tone,
"Now to our respective tasks, good sirs. We have our work cut out
before us this day. Let it not be our fault if, ere the night fall
upon us, the spreading flames, which are devastating this city, are
stopped, and further destruction arrested."
With a friendly nod, and with a smile to Gertrude, the King went as
suddenly as he came. Lord Desborough lingered only a few moments to
say, in hurried tones:
"Thank Heaven his Majesty is roused at last! Now, indeed, something
will be accomplished. I must remain with him. I shall have my work,
doubtless, somewhere, as you have yours in the east. Fare you well.
We shall meet again at nightfall; and pray Heaven the fire may by
that time be stayed in its ravages!"
Need it be told here how that fire was stayed? how the King and the
Duke, his brother, rode in person at the head of a gallant band of
men-at-arms and soldiers, and directed those measures--long urged
upon the Mayor, but never efficiently carried out--of blowing up
and pulling down large blocks of houses in the path of the flames,
so that their ravages were stayed? It was the King himself who
saved Temple Bar and a part of Fleet Street, the fire being checked
close to St. Dunstan's in the west. Lord Desborough superintended
like operations at Pye corner, hard by Smithfield; whilst the good
citizens, Harmer and Mason, took boat to the Tower as fast as
possible, and with the assistance of the governor, and by the
mandate of the King, checked the slowly advancing flames just as
they had reached the very walls of the fortress itself.
The great and terrible fire was stayed ere nightfall. True, the
flames smouldered and even raged in the burning area for another
day and night, but the spread of them was checked. The citizens,
recovering from their apathetic despair, and encouraged by the
example of their King, no longer stood trembling by, but joined
together to imitate his actions and sacrifice a little property to
save much.
"Thank God, thank God, the peril is at an end! The very flames have
glutted themselves, and are sinking down into the smouldering heaps
of the ruins they have wrought!" said Reuben, coming back on the
Thursday evening from an expedition of inquiry and discovery.
"Terrible indeed is the sight, but the worst is now known. Four
hundred streets, ninety churches--if what I heard be true--and
thirteen thousand houses--fifteen wards destroyed, and eight more
half burned! Was ever such a fire known before? Yet can we say,
Heaven be praised that it has spread no further. Verily, it seemed
once as though nothing would escape!"
Gertrude, too, was full of excitement.
"Father has had a summons from the Lord Mayor. He was urgently sent
for soon after thou hadst gone. O Reuben, dost think the King has
remembered my words to him? dost think he has put in a plea for my
father when the city is rebuilt?"
"It is like enough," answered Reuben; "they say his Majesty does
not forget when his word is plighted. He will be a rich man if he
be employed by the corporation. And how goes the sick lady?"
"So well that my lord has taken her away by boat to a villa hard by
Lambeth, where she will be quieter and more at rest than she could
be here. Janet and Dorcas have gone with her as her maids, her own
servants having fled hither and thither. She would fain have had
Dinah, too, but Dinah was not willing."
Husband and wife smiled a little at each other, and then Reuben
said:
"Thou, wilt have a stepmother soon, little wife. How wilt thou like
that?"
"Well enow, so it be Dinah," answered Gertrude, smiling; "but there
is the father coming in. Prithee, let me run to him and hear his
news!"
Others had seen the approach of the familiar figure, and there was
quite a little group around the door of the two houses to ask news
of the Master Builder as he approached. His face wore a beaming
look, and in reply to the many questions showered upon him he
answered gaily:
"In truth, good friends, if the plague ruined me, it seems as
though the fire was to set me up again. Here is my Lord Mayor,
prompted thereto by his gracious Majesty the King, giving into my
hands the task of seeing to the rebuilding of Bridge Ward, Within,
Billingsgate Ward, Dowgate Ward, and Candlewick Ward. Four wards to
build! why, my fortune is made!"
He gave one quick look at Dinah, and then took her hand in his, all
looking smilingly on the while.
"Thou didst not repulse me when I was but a poor and broken man,"
he said; "but, please Heaven, before many months have passed over
my head it will be no mockery to speak of me as Master Builder once
again!"