I could not now set down all that passed between my father and me on
the marriage, which he designed for me; nor would I, if I could, for I
said much that even to-day makes my ears burn to remember, and he some
things which are better forgotten. I believe he was the hotter with me
that he did not in his heart like the alliance which he proposed, and
was obliged to do violence to his own feelings in urging it upon me.
We ended in anger, and were estranged the one from the other. For some
time we did not feel the full painfulness of this, by reason of my
father's occupation with the affairs of the Isle, which took him much
abroad, and brought many visitors and messengers to Temple Belwood when
he was at home.
While he was busied with these matters, I haunted the neighbourhood of
Castle Mulgrave in hope of chance encounter with Mistress Goel. The
distance between the two houses was not much more than three miles.
Sometimes I rowed my boat down the Nolffdyke, and so into Trent, when I
hoisted sail, and beat up and down the river on the look-out for the
earl's pleasure barge. At other times I rode by the causey which
crossed the marsh extending from Beltoft to the Butterwick ferry, and
scoured the roads and lanes on the other side of the river. My quest
brought me but one glimpse of my lady. Once, as I gained a slight
eminence on the eastern bank, I saw her with a party entering the
courtyard of the castle--on horseback! She had learned to ride since I
had last spoken with her, and I ground my teeth thinking of who had
taught her, and of the mounting and dismounting, and all the occasions
which the tutor had to touch hand and foot, even it might be to take
her in his arms. How I hated Sheffield! And, for the time, I almost
hated Mistress Goel, too.
The day after this maddening sight, Dick Portington came to Temple with
news which at another time would have mightily stirred me. Hatfield
Chace was to be disparked. The deer were to be driven and caught, to
be taken away and distributed in other of the royal forests. When the
Chace had been cleared, Vermuijden might fell timber, drain off the
waters, and allot the land.
"No more winding of the horn, no more following of the deer, my boy,"
said Dick. "We ought to see the last stag hunt in Hatfield. And there
may be other sport besides the driving of the deer. So come along."
"What manner of sport?" I asked.
"You know how many of our fellows in Thorne and Crowle reckon the Chace
as much their domain as the King's. They are not over well-pleased to
lose their venison, or their pastime. Moonlight nights will be dull
when there's no more stalking of the King's game, or chance to warm
one's blood in a fight with his keepers."
"You speak feelingly, Dick," said I, laughing.
"Ay, that do I," he answered. "But the fowlers and fishers take it
worse than I do. A fat buck once in a while is worth much to a poor
man. There will be sullen faces looking on to-day."
"But the foresters will be too strong for assault," I replied.
"May be so. But hark you, boy, Vermuijden and some of his people are
to meet a party from old Mulligrubs' to-day at the Crown, the more
fools they."
This news set my pulse going. What so likely as that Doctor Goel and
his daughter would be present at a meeting between the earl (whom it
was Dick's whim to misname Mulligrubs) and the Dutch leader? And if
there should be trouble brewing, the more reason that a friend should
be at hand. So I answered--
"Have with you, then!"
But there was not a horse in the stable at the time, except the old
white mare. Luke had ridden Trueboy to Haxey, and the rest were
galloping on my father's errands. When I said so to Dick, he answered--
"Why wait for a horse? Get stilts for us both, and we'll cross the
marsh to Messic Mere, and take one of Holmes's boats. With this wind
we can fly up Idle as fast we could ride round."
So we did. Walking to Belshaw, we mounted our stilts there, and were
quickly across the fen. The long, dry weather had made it passable for
those who knew the shallows and the lie of the ridges, if they had
skill with the stilts, and few Islonians had more than Portington and
I. We took boat at Holmes's, and then sped up the river merrily, Dick
with the sheet in his hand, I steering. It was right pleasant going,
with the wind rustling and whistling among the reeds on either bank,
the water hissing and rippling from the prow, as we wound along narrow
lanes of water, and out into wide spaces where the fowls, startled by
our coming, made off, flapping and screaming, or scuttled in among the
sedges and bulrushes. One never has the feeling of being away and
apart from the rest of the world, I think, quite so much anywhere else
as in lonely water-ways, and we two sat silently enjoying the quiet of
the scene for a while. At length Dick spoke--
"D'ye know, Frank, that it is part of Vermuijden's scheme to stop the
Idle?"
"I don't take," I answered.
"He plans to cut off the river at the Nottingham border--has begun
cutting the drain which is to turn the water into Trent."
"Is he empowered to pull down churches that he may use the stones to
embank his drains?" I asked; for to me it appeared sacrilege to dry up
our rivers and streams.
"Doubtless he might do that, if he would pay money enough into the
empty exchequer," replied Dick; "and for a trifle more he might have
royal authority to dig up our ancestors' bones, and burn them for the
lime he could get out of 'em."
Before we reached Tudworth, Squire Portington's place, a noise in the
distance told us that the driving of the deer had begun; and, as soon
as might be, we were in the saddle and on our way into the forest,
guided by the sound of shouting men and barking dogs. For some time we
rode on, neither meeting nor seeing any one. The course of the drivers
seemed to be winding away from us. Suddenly, as we emerged from the
shadow of a thickish grove, we saw in the open before us a doe and her
fawn standing in a stream, drinking. Behind them were some of the
finest oaks in the Chace, magnificent in the splendour of mid-June
foliage. My friend drew rein, and cursed all Dutchmen with a vehemence
that might have provoked laughter from a cooler companion.
"Think of it, Frank," he said. "Not a buck to be left! These trees to
be cut down! No more music of hound and horn!"
How long Dick might have cursed and lamented, I know not, but for the
coming of a verderer, who told us that the beaters had orders to drive
toward Thorne Mere, and that we had best ride in that direction, if we
desired to see the taking of the deer. So we hastened northward
instead of following the army of keepers, and made for the rising
ground above the mere, where we found a great crowd of gentle and
simple already gathered.
In a short time an immense herd burst from the covert of the wood,
followed by a multitude of men and dogs. Nearly all the deer took to
the water, and then were pursued by a hundred or more boats. A few
took refuge on islets here and there, and some swam right across the
mere, but far the greatest number huddled together, terrified and
exhausted, in water up to their necks. The fellows in the boats
surrounded the little forest of horns, and some ventured amongst them,
and tying a strong, long rope to their heads, dragged them to land, and
bundled them into carts, or tethered them for ease of driving whither
they were to be handed over to the keepers of other forests. To me it
was a sorry sight, and one of which I soon tired. So, leaving Dick
with some of his cronies, and a promise to meet at the Crown in a
couple of hours' time, I made my way at once to the inn, in hope to
glean some knowledge from the people there of the company expected.
Turning a sharp corner of the lane pretty quickly, I almost ran over a
lady coming along the causey in the opposite direction. As I drew up,
I perceived that it was Mistress Goel. There was a little difficulty
in forcing my steed into the wide ditch; but that done, I dismounted,
and made my salutation, saying something of my pleasure in meeting her.
"My pleasure was somewhat dashed by fear of being knocked down," said
she. "Is it customary in this country for horsemen to keep the path,
and drive foot passengers into the ditch?"
"Your riding-master must have taught you so much," I answered.
"And how come you to know I have had lessons?"
"By seeing how well you ride."
The lady made me a little bow. I thought I read a question in her
eyes, but it did not pass her lips.
"May I accompany you to--wherever you are going?" I inquired.
"I shall be glad of your guidance. I came out to breathe the air only.
There is an hour to be passed before we leave, and the inn is crowded
and noisy."
During that hour I learned several things, which I will set down
briefly. It had been reported at Castle Mulgrave that my father had
vowed to expel the Dutch by force, that a quantity of new firearms had
been bought and stored at Temple for the purpose, and that an attack on
the settlement was to take place immediately. The earl had informed
the King of this (supposed) state of affairs, and had received promise
of indemnity for any action he might see fit to take in defence of the
foreigners, and been empowered to arrest, imprison, or to question
suspected persons. Doctor Goel had been warned of the danger of
removal to Sandtoft, but had preferred, for some reason not given to
me, to run the risk rather than prolong his stay at the castle. As the
doctor proved unmovable on this point, the earl had ordered an armed
escort to attend him and his daughter to Thorne, and had advised
Vermuijden to bring a strong company to meet them.
Here was much food for reflection, but the pressing business was to
prevent mischief now and here. Was it purely by forgetfulness, I
wondered, that the earl had appointed to-day, when hundreds of the
Islonians were present for the driving of the deer, and might be
provoked to riot by seeing a body of foreigners bearing arms.
On our way back to the Crown, Mistress Goel asked--
"Could you persuade your father to meet Mynherr Vermuijden? Surely
they two, desiring only what is just and right, might come to a good
understanding. There are those who seek to inflame the trouble, I
know, and I tremble to think of what may come. Could you persuade Mr.
Vavasour?"
I laughed, rather bitterly. "Unluckily, my father would not listen to
me."
"I gathered from what you told me that you were as happy as father and
son can be."
"So we were, but there is division between us now."
"Not on our account, I hope!"
"Nay, it is but a family quarrel of an ancient pattern."
No more passed, for we were at the inn; a long, low house, with a green
in front, where some scores of men sat or sprawled, drinking ale and
loud in talk, but keeping a watchful eye on the doings at the tavern.
Two dozen men, or thereabout, in the Mulgrave colours, armed with
muskets and cutlasses, stood near the porch; an equal number of
Dutchmen, pistols in belt and gun in hand, sat on empty barrels, pails
turned bottom upward, hen-coops, anything. The Islonians on the green
were for the most part unarmed, except for the staff and big knife,
without which our men never stir from home, but here and there a
cross-bow was to be seen. Within the house, at one of the open
windows, sat several young fellows of my acquaintance, Dick Portington
among them, merry over their wine. No likelihood of disturbance,
thought I, the crowd being in good humour, and the Mulgrave retinue and
the Dutch having such advantage in the matter of weapons. But as
Mistress Goel disappeared within the doorway, and I turned to lead my
horse to the stable, two of the earl's men happened to put down their
guns, leaning them against the wall. In a twinkling, Dick reached out
of the window, and seized them. "Ale or wine, gentlemen?" he asked, as
if he were a tapster. And full in sight of the crowd he emptied a
tankard into the muzzles, and handed the weapons out again. "Any other
gentleman want a barrelful?" he inquired. A roar of laughter came from
the green. One of the two men drew pistol from belt, and made as if to
fire at Dick, but I, being just behind him, knocked up his elbow, and
the pistol flew out of his hand without hurt. Another roar from the
spectators filled the air. Some of the Mulgrave men threw themselves
on me, gripping me by the arms, and one struck me in the face. Then I,
who had been so intent on prudence and peace-making, lost my wits,
swung myself free from my captors, and knocked down the man who had
struck me. A pretty scuffle ensued. Dick and others sprang out of the
window, and came to my help with no weapons, but clenched fists and a
riding whip or two. For a minute or so the struggle went on at close
quarters, so that the earl's men could not use their weapons with
effect, and their comrades, outside the mellay, could not strike or
fire without risk of killing or maiming their own men; but at the
words, "Shoot, you dolts, shoot," spoken by some one I did not see,
several pieces were discharged. Will Staniforth, who was close to me,
fell, blood pouring from his neck. I knelt to support him, but he was
past help. The bullet had ploughed a horrible gash upward, and entered
the brain. There was a gurgle in his throat, a shudder went through
his whole body, and he was dead. When I rose from my knees, three of
my friends had muskets in their hands, Dick Portington being one. The
earl's retainers had formed a half circle in front of us, their pieces
levelled.
"Yield yourselves, prisoners," said their chief, "or we fire." Dick
answered by a shot which brought the speaker to the ground, and a sort
of madness came over me. I saw everything through a red haze, and
cared for nothing but to avenge our dead companion. I sprang on the
nearest of the enemy, tore his musket out of his grasp, and clubbed it,
smiting with all my strength. As he fell, I shouted "One," and made
for the next, who gave back a little, and fired wild. "Two," I yelled,
as my butt crashed on his head. The third man toward whom I rushed,
threw his musket down and ran. I glanced round, and saw that every one
of our party had possessed himself of a musket, and was using it in the
same fashion. The enemy had no time to reload; six of their fellows
were disabled, including their leader; they had no stomach for more
fighting hand to hand, and so, though they were more than two to one,
they turned tail and ran for their lives. But being clumsy rascals,
they had small chance of escape from us by that means, and were glad to
obey the order which Dick bellowed as we chased them, to throw down
their weapons. Guns, pistols, cutlasses, all were discarded. Even
then, I still pursued until Portington laid hold of me.
"Poor devils are unarmed, Frank. Let 'em go," he said.
At that, I came to my senses, and turned back with the rest. We met a
number of the men who had come from the green to pick up the spoils of
war.
"Fine fellows you are," said Dick to some of them, "to stand and look
on while your neighbours are maltreated."
"As far as I can see, squire," answered a fat fellow (the same
mentioned in the first chapter), "you were able to take care of
yourselves, and you must excuse poor men, who don't want to go to the
gallows or the Virginia plantations. For the like of us 'tis a hanging
matter. For all that, some of the jassups would have run their necks
into a halter, if I hadn't insensed 'em."
"Much thanks to you," replied Dick, laughing at the man's cool
impudence.
"Besides, your honour," said the fellow in a lower tone, "it behoved
some one to keep an eye on the Dutchmen."
"Ah! the Dutchmen. I' faith, I had forgotten them. And what came of
your watch, my man?"
"Almost as soon as the fray began, the pretty Dutchwoman came to the
window behind 'em, and talked with the big fellow, who seems to be in
command. I crept near, but they jabbered in their own tongue. All I
could make out was that she repeated 'Fermoyden' three or four times
and seemed to be laying down the law to the big chap. Then off she
flew, like a bird, and my Lord Sheffield came out of the house in a
hurry (it was when young Squire Vavasour was cracking skulls like
walnuts) and he ordered the Dutchmen to go to the help of his men, but
the big captain shook his head, and either did not understand or
pretended that he didn't. My lord stamped with rage, and made his
meaning plain by signs; but the other wouldn't budge, and repeated
'Fermoyden.' Fermoyden hasn't come yet, and they are waiting for him."
"What do you make of this, Frank? You came to the tavern with the
lady."
"That the lady had the wit to charge the Dutch captain not to aid the
Mulgrave men, but to refuse under the plea that he must have
Vermuijden's authority for interfering in a quarrel which was none of
his."
"By Jove, it looks uncommonly like that; and if so, some of us have to
thank the lady that we are alive."
Of that I had no manner of doubt. While Dick's ill-timed jest and my
hot-headed fury at a blow had brought about a broil which had cost
Staniforth's life, and some others, Mistress Goel had prevented
conflict between the Dutch and our Islonian crowd. As we turned the
corner of the tavern (the pursuit had led us along a heathery track to
the rear of it) we met Sheffield and his blackamoor, mounted, and bound
apparently for Castle Mulgrave. He drew rein, and snarled--
"Treason and murder are merry sport, doubtless, but it ends in hanging,
drawing, and quartering."
Now I knew whose was the voice which said "Shoot, dolts, shoot;" and
the feeling which the knowledge stirred in me must have been plain in
my face, for Dick linked his arm in mine, and drew me on, saying, loud
enough for Sheffield to hear--
"Let the beaten dog yelp."
We bade the tavern-keeper, who met us at his door, provide food and
drink, for some of us had not eaten since early morning; and I went in
search of water to cleanse myself from blood and dust, not wishing
Mistress Goel to see me in my filthy plight. In truth, I shrank from
meeting her, for now that my fury and strength were spent, I was
ashamed of my blustering rage. But it so chanced as I went to the pump
that Mistress Goel overtook me, going to the barn with a basket. At
the sound of her light, gliding step, I turned, and she paled at sight
of me.
"You are sorely wounded, I fear," she said. "Come to my father, who is
in the barn."
"I have nothing worse than a few bruises and scratches," I answered.
"For that I have to thank you; your quick wit and kindness have saved
several lives to-day."
"I did no more than keep my own people from meddling in strife, which
did not concern them; but how you know of it passes my comprehension."
I explained, and then asked what her father did in the barn.
"He is busy repairing heads you have damaged," she replied.
"Two at least are beyond repair, even by his skill," said I.
"Not so," she laughed. "Either your arm is not so terribly strong as
it seemed, or Lincolnshire skulls are thicker than ordinary, for my
father has good hope of both the men you struck down."
"Thank God!" I said devoutly. "My brutish rage has not killed the
rascals."
"Oh! but it was not brutish," cried Mistress Goel, with sparkling eyes;
"you sought to avert violence. And that you were roused to great and
dreadful wrath by seeing your friend shamefully and traitorously shot
down is not brutish. Oh no, another word must be used for that."
How little I knew of woman's ways! I had feared that I had lowered
myself in the lady's esteem for ever, and here she stood, looking up at
me with dewy eyes, and speaking as if I had done some noble deed.
It would have pleased me well, if our talk might have been continued,
but Mistress Goel had to hasten to her father's help, and I returned to
my comrades, after having removed the stains of battle, so far as
washing might do it. We were not merry over our eating and drinking,
for in a room near lay the body of our friend. It was agreed that four
of us should accompany the men who bore the remains to Staniforth Hall,
and that the other four should ride with the Dutch to Newflete, where
they had left their barge. It fell to my lot to be one of the latter
company, but small good came of it to me. Doctor Goel walked on one
side of the horse which his daughter rode, and the big Dutchman on the
other, so I had little converse with her. At parting, her hand lay in
mine for a second, and I took some comfort from the kindness in her
eyes as she said good night.
When I came to Durkness Crooke, intending to cross the river there, no
boat was to be found, and I must needs ride on the river bank to the
Crowle Ferry. I went slowly, for my nag was a sorry steed, hired at
the Crown, Portington's horse having scampered off to his own stable
during the tumult. By the time I passed Beggar's Tree, the evening had
grown dusk, and I was startled by a moan from some one half hidden
under a champ of birch. It was Bess Boswell, who had sprained her
ankle, and begged me to send some of her tribe, whose encampment lay on
my road to Temple Belwood, to convey her home. I dismounted, and
helped her to my saddle, which she sat man-fashion.
For some time we went on in silence, which the gipsy girl broke by
saying--
"My warning came true on your birthday."
"Save your fortune-telling mystery for the bumpkins at the next fair,
Bess."
"Anyhow, I knew what you did not--the mortgages and the contract
between the squire and Ryther."
"True."
"And I can tell you much more that you do not know. You go in peril of
your life. Lord Sheffield will stick at nothing to remove you. False
swearing, or poison, or a stab in the back, or a shot out of the reeds,
all's one to him and his creatures. The slug which killed your friend
to-day was meant for you."
"Are you in Lord Sheffield's counsels, Bess?" I asked.
"I know as much as if I was, and more," she replied. "Would that you
could be persuaded for your good."
"How then?"
"To go away for two or three months, anywhere out of the Isle."
"And how would that advantage me?"
"If you stay, you will lose your inheritance, your freedom, and may be
your life. If you go, you will save them all."
"You talk in riddles, Bess."
"I say all I dare. Most likely, I shall be beaten to-night for talking
with you."
"Beaten?"
"Yes; for I have had the luck to keep you from harm. A man was hidden
in the reeds to shoot you, and he couldn't be sure of getting away
unseen, because I was with you. Besides, the horse has been between
you and him."
"Bess!"
She leaped lightly to the ground. "There's nothing amiss with my
ankle," she said. "But I knew I could get a hearing, if I cheated you
into putting me on your horse. Now ride on as fast as you can, and do
listen to advice. Go away soon, and until you leave the Isle, have
pistol in holster, and sword at your side, and a trusty man behind you."
She slipped through an opening in the hedge, and sped across the fields
in the direction of the encampment of her folk.