_THE MAGICIAN'S TOWER._
"I trow there was no magic in it at all--or no magician," cried Joanna,
with suppressed excitement of manner; "I believe it is nothing but some
devilry and trickery of Tito's and Roger's. The more I think of it, the
more certain do I become. They are an evil pair, and are capable of
anything."
Joanna was standing in the midst of an eager and interested group. The
whisper had gone out in certain quarters that a strange thing had
happened, and that news might be had of the missing Hugh. Amalric de
Montfort had heard as much, and had begged of Leofric to take him to see
the maiden who could tell what had befallen. Gilbert and Jack were also
gathered together to hear the tale. The Fair of St. Frideswyde had just
concluded; the city was resuming its normal condition; lectures for the
day were just ended, and Gilbert had conducted his friends to the
citizen household, that they might hear from Joanna's own lips the story
of the mysterious visit which had resulted in the unexpected apparition
of the face of Hugh le Barbier in the magician's mirror.
It was an age of superstition, and the belief in magic was deeply
implanted in the minds of men of all classes. Nevertheless, in this
particular case, a sceptic doubt had arisen, and when Joanna boldly
spoke out her opinions, a murmur as of assent passed round the ring.
"Devilry without doubt," said Amalric, with an emphatic gesture. "The
only question to my mind is, Whose is the devilry? and what chance have
we of catching the perpetrators thereof, and wresting the truth from
them?"
"If it be a real magician from foreign parts, he may already have left
the city," said Jack; "folks are flocking away, now that the fair is
over, as fast as they were flocking in a week ago."
"If I be right in my conjecture," said Joanna significantly, "the
mysterious magician and his associate will not quit Oxford. Neither will
they altogether cease their dark practices; they find them pay too
well."
Hal Seaton, the brother of Joanna, who was also in this secret, looked
out to be certain no one was listening, and then locked the door,
signing to the company to be seated.
"Now, sister," he said, "tell to these our friends all that thou didst
tell to me upon the night after we had carried to her home the swooning
Linda. For if thou be right in what thou dost surmise, Hugh le Barbier
is yet alive, and in sore need of help from without, which we must give
him without delay. Wherefore speak, and speak freely, for we are all
friends here."
Joanna told them of what had befallen her and Linda when they sought to
learn more of the fate of Hugh--how they had been taken blindfold into
the presence of the magician, and how the wan and wasted face of Hugh
had appeared before them in the magic mirror.
"Linda at that moment did faint away," said Joanna, "but in the darkness
the magician seemed not to know it. He made some strange passes with his
hands, and then the lips of the mirrored face moved, and a voice which
sounded far away spoke in urgent accents, bidding Linda forget him, and
do all that was desired of her, as thus and only thus could she save him
from a fate that was worse than death. Linda did not hear one word of
this; but I heard all, and methought I knew whose was the voice that
spake these things."
"Whose was it?" was the eager question.
"Tito Balzani's," was the reply. "We all know the power Tito possesses
to throw his voice here, there, and wherever he chooses, and to imitate
the voices of others. We also know well that he has some knowledge of
magic and the black arts. His mother was accounted a witch, as I have
often heard, and she bequeathed to him certain books and properties the
use of which he has been studying of late more than some folks think
wise. There be always those who would seek to pry into forbidden things,
and Tito is one of such. He could play magician well, methinks, an he
had the mind; and I verily believe it was he and none other who so
astonished and awed our townfolk during the week of the fair."
"That might explain much," cried Jack, "for all men were aghast at the
things the magician told them about themselves, which smacked mightily
of mystery if it were a stranger who thus spoke, but would easily be
explained if he were their own townsman. But leaving that matter, how
could he have deceived your eyes by the trick of the magic mirror? How
could he have gotten the face of Hugh reflected there?"
"What I believe," answered Joanna, gravely and earnestly, as she glanced
round the faces bent upon her, "is that Tito Balzani and Roger de Horn
have made a prisoner these two months of Hugh le Barbier, and are
practising some of their devilries upon him--Roger from jealous rage and
hatred, because Linda scorns his suit and has given her heart to Hugh;
Tito because he desires that his friend should wed his sister, and
because a living subject can ofttimes be of such great use to one who is
practising the black arts of magic and mystery. Thou knowest, brother,
that the traveller who once chanced this way and told us of many strange
things he had seen in far-off lands, said that human blood was needful
to many of those experiments which sorcerers delight in. If that face
were truly Hugh's which we did see in the mirror, truly methinks he has
been bled within an inch of his life."
Amalric started up in great excitement.
"If that be so, we must fly to his rescue ere they do him to death with
their foul spells."
"It is to talk of that that we are here together to-day," answered
Gilbert, whose face was stern and resolute. "But first we must find out
where they have hidden him; for albeit many of our townfolk did go forth
beyond the gates to inquire further of the magician, all were fast
blind-folded both in coming and going, so that none can say where the
place stands which hides his guilty secrets."
Amalric turned eagerly upon Joanna once again.
"Canst thou tell us aught of this? And when didst thou first believe
that it was trickery and not magic that was being practised upon thee?
Hadst thou suspected aught ere thou wentest forth?"
"The doubt had just crossed my mind," answered Joanna. "I knew well that
Roger was bent upon obtaining Linda's hand in marriage, and I believed
that he had slain Hugh the better to obtain his object. Then when Linda
spoke of her doubt as to Hugh's death, I could not but wonder how far
Roger and Tito were concerned in his disappearance. But it was not till
I was within the magician's cave--for such it appeared to be--and heard
that voice urging upon the unconscious Linda to do the will of those two
evil men, that conviction came home to me. Then like a flash I seemed to
see it all--how they had not dared to kill Hugh, lest inquiry and
discovery should follow, but had made a prisoner of him, and were now
seeking through the medium of pretended magic to break Linda's resolve,
and hurry her into lifelong misery as the bride of Roger. For if she
could be convinced that her lover's life and liberty depended upon the
sacrifice, she might be willing to make it, when no other consideration
in the world would drive her to the step. This, then, was the meaning
of all this pretence of magic and occult power. Linda was to be
terrified into a rash promise, the magician working upon her and
foretelling life to her lover if she did but comply. And I verily
believe they would have succeeded but for that timely fainting fit,
which rendered her helpless and speechless, and angered them into words
which betrayed the plot to me."
"What did they say?"
"I can scarce repeat the words. All was darkness and confusion and haste
when they saw Linda lying like one dead before them. But I heard some
muttered oaths, only too like what I hear from Tito Balzani in moments
of anger; whilst the strength exhibited by the other man in lifting and
carrying Linda away was little like that of the bowed and aged man which
he had appeared to be, and I was wellnigh certain that it was Roger. I
was more than half afraid he would spirit her away next; but I kept fast
hold of her dress, even after my eyes were bandaged, and the other man
walked beside me guiding my steps. Just at the South Gate they set down
Linda, and vanished in the darkness. I pulled off the bandage, and found
myself alone with her, leaning up against the wall. The sentry at the
gate heard my call, and came and helped to carry her home. He said that
several half-swooning maidens had been left there during these last days
after dark. For his part he should be glad when the fair was ended and
the magicians had gone their way. He did not hold with honest citizens
being scared out of their senses. And having carried Linda home, he
departed."
"Would he know where the magician had his place of resort?" asked
Amalric eagerly. "Didst thou ask him?"
"Yes; but he could tell nothing. He said the less he meddled in such
matters the better. Methinks the magicians had scared him somewhat. He
was right glad to think they were going. I have asked of many if they
could tell; but none can say. Those who went forth were led blindfold,
and all they can say is that the way seemed long and tortuous, and that
the place was like a cave, albeit none can remember going down steps.
Yet it is true that there was a damp, cave-like scent in the air, and
one seemed to pass beneath an arch as one entered."
"It could not be any of those buildings which pertain to the Black
Friars; the danger would be too great," said Hal, "for the friars are no
friends to magic. There are many mills along Trill Mill Stream, but one
can scarce see how the mock magician could weave his spells there. By
day they are used, and men work early and late. Besides, how could they
keep a prisoner there--if so be that Joanna is right, and Hugh has been
kept in durance vile during these many weeks? It is hard of credence;
and yet how else could his face appear in the mirror?"
Here Leofric, who had listened to every word spoken, and had been
thinking deeply, looked up to say,--
"There is the tower--Friar Bacon's tower--close to the Grandpont, beyond
the South Gate, beyond the mills and the buildings of the Black Friars.
That tower hath an evil report. Men fear it even by day; by night all
give it wide berth. I have heard men say of late that strange sounds
have been heard issuing forth, and that it is a place unholy and to be
avoided. Can it be possible that these evil men have broken in, and used
it for the practice of their wicked arts? It might suit them well, since
they can study the stars from thence, cast horoscopes, and practise many
forbidden arts safely within its walls. And if they had a mind to keep a
prisoner there--"
Amalric had started to his feet in great excitement.
"The Magician's Tower--that is what I have heard it called! Verily, good
Leofric, methinks thou hast gotten the key of the mystery this time!
What place could better suit these evil creatures wherein to practise
deeds of darkness? As we know, men shun the spot even by day; but at
night none will pass by who can avoid it. Doubtless Friar Bacon left
behind him some things which might be useful to the pretended magician;
and he may have implements of his own for practising his black arts.
Where better could he carry on his practices? Where more secure could
some hapless prisoner be kept? And the sounds which men have heard
proceeding thence! Why did we not think of it before? Surely it must be
the voice of Hugh, seeking to call for aid from those without! Let us
fly to his rescue without delay! We will take a sevenfold vengeance upon
his persecutors if we find matters as we believe!"
"We must have a care," said Hal, looking round with an air of caution;
"we have two clever and unscrupulous rogues to deal with. If we are to
catch them as well as their victim, we had better lie low till night has
fallen, and then sally forth and see if we cannot take them red-handed
in some of their villany. If we breathe a word of this abroad, we shall
find that they have escaped--and perchance have made away with their
victim, or hidden him elsewhere--and we shall be foiled in our purpose."
"And we do but suspect the hiding-place," said Leofric. "If we are
wrong, and have given them warning, we shall lose them utterly. We shall
have much ado, methinks, to catch them as it is. If we make any stir and
let them hear so much as a whisper, they will be off, and we shall see
them no more."
"True," said Amalric, whose first impulse had been to speak to the
Constable of the Castle and ask for a guard to go and search the tower;
"we might defeat our own ends by publicity. And then if our surmise were
to be wrong, they would have time to remove their prisoner and betake
themselves elsewhere before we discovered our error. We will band
together, all of us, and to-night we will meet here once more, and set
forth on our errand. Meantime let us not breathe outside these walls one
word of what has been resolved upon. Let us spend our day as we are wont
to spend it; but let each man revolve in his mind some course of action,
and come provided with that which he judges to be most needful to the
success of the enterprise. Arms, of course, each must carry, and
anything else that may seem well. To-night at curfew--or perchance an
hour later--we will meet, and then make for the tower with all speed and
secrecy."
They rose with one accord as if to go.
"Then," said Hal, "let our meeting-place be just without the South Gate,
under shelter of the wall hard by St. Michael's. There in the shadow
none will note our gathering; and the sentry knows us all, and will let
us pass without comment."
"So be it," said Amalric, who from his rank naturally took the lead in
this matter. The young men saluted Joanna, Amalric thanked her for her
information and praised her for her courage, and then they went forth
one by one, to note that Tito Balzani, lounging in the door of the inn a
little higher up the street, watched their exit with lowering brows and
a sullen mien.
Leofric and Jack passed him by as they walked towards their own
quarters. He looked at them with suspicion.
"Whither away so fast?" he asked, with an air of would-be good
fellowship; "come and have a drink, and tell the news. What has taken
thee to Master Seaton's house to-day? The city is as dull as a stagnant
pool after the fair."
"How goes it with Mistress Linda?" asked Leofric, ignoring the question;
"we heard from Joanna but now that she was sick of some fever of the
brain."
"It is naught but a maid's folly and fantasy," answered Tito, with an
ugly scowl; "marriage with an honest fellow who would keep her from her
whimsies and puling would be the best cure for her. So I tell my father,
who has promised to think of it."
Leofric passed on, seeing that Jack's face had flushed all over, and
that he only restrained himself with difficulty from betraying his real
feelings towards the Italian youth.
"He is a young scamp himself!" cried the farmer's son, as they hastened
towards their lodging. "If we can but catch him to-night, I would gladly
wring his neck for him! But I fear he will be as slippery as an eel.
Nevertheless, let me but get a good grip of him, and it will go hard
that I shake not the breath out of his body!"
"Gently, good Jack," said Leofric; "we must not take life without good
cause. But if things be as we suppose, I trust we shall bring both him
and his accomplice to the punishment their evil deeds deserve."
To the impatient Jack the time seemed long before night came and they
could start forth on their quest. But the darkness fell early at that
season, and at the appointed hour the pair sallied forth, avoiding the
High Street, where Tito might possibly be on the watch (if he were not
already at the Magician's Tower), and skirting along the wall till the
South Gate was reached and passed. The walls of St. Michael's rose up
immediately before them, and here had already gathered the eager party,
all armed, and all resolute and full of courage.
"Tito and Roger passed through the gate together an hour ago," said Hal
Seaton; "I have been watching and dogging them ever since our meeting
broke up. Fain would I have followed them farther; but they were full of
suspicion, and I feared to be seen, and so spoil everything. They
scuttled along like hunted foxes, sly and cunning and crafty. So far as
I could judge, they went straight down as if towards Grandpont. I truly
believe that the tower is their place of resort."
Amalric took the lead. Bidding his followers walk very softly--which it
was easy to do in the thick mud of the low-lying road--he made his way
rapidly yet cautiously in the direction of the tower, and before long
they could see the lonely building standing out against the sky just at
the head of the bridge.
All was dark and silent as they approached; but Jack had made a little
detour, and had found his way down to the very edge of the river. Now he
came flying back to say that from that side a glimmer of light could be
detected in an upper window, visible only from the river, and looking
blue and ghostlike as a corpse candle. Nor had they actually reached the
wall before a sudden cry, wild and strange, rang through the silence of
the night. The whole party started, and Amalric ground his teeth; but
they could well understand how the ordinary passer-by, hearing such a
sound, would hurry past in terrible fright, believing it the wail of a
lost spirit, or a demoniac yell.
"Here is the door!" spoke Gilbert, in smothered tones, "but it is fast
locked and bolted. They will take good care of that."
A long-drawn sobbing wail seemed to come from within, and Amalric's face
grew hard and stern.
"Break it in, then--a truce to secrecy!--there is no time to lose!" he
cried; and the next moment the silence of the night was rent by the
sound of blows against the solid door, which soon sent it crashing
inwards.
"A light!" cried Amalric; and Hal flashed a concealed lantern within the
opening forced. In a moment the five youths had vaulted in, drawing
their daggers as they did so. They found themselves in a dark, vaulted
chamber, hung round with black cloth; and for some moments they could
see no way of getting into the upper part of the tower. The magic mirror
hung upon the wall, and various curious-looking implements lay upon the
table, doubtless used by Tito when practising upon the credulity of
those who sought him.
"This way!" cried Jack suddenly. He had discovered in the wall a narrow
spiral stairway. Recklessly dashing upwards, stumbling in the darkness,
but closely followed by his comrades, and holding his dagger fast in his
hand, he suddenly found himself brought up short by a locked door, and
behind that door he could hear whispering voices.
"Stand back a moment!" he yelled to those behind; and they fell back,
not knowing what was to happen next. Jack had armed himself beforehand
with a mighty club, which in old days he had often wielded with good
effect, and which since his arrival in Oxford had been his favourite
weapon in those matches of skill and strength in which the hearts of the
students delighted.
Raising this formidable weapon, and bringing it crashing against the
lock of this door, he forced it open before him. A stream of light burst
forth for a single second, almost dazzling their eyes. The next instant
they were enveloped in black darkness, whilst a sound of scuffling steps
and of angry words in the room beyond them told that they had surprised
the evil-doers in their work.
Hal sprang forward with his lantern, and Jack exclaimed,--
"Catch them! catch them! they are getting out by the windows!"
Springing forward, he caught at the legs of one, but received such a
violent kick upon the cheek that he let go his hold for a second. The
other fugitive was grappled by Gilbert, but he was more than half-way
out before he was seized, and he wriggled so dexterously and fiercely
that he too drew away, and the next moment both figures had vanished.
"After them down the stairs!" cried Hal; and he, Gilbert, and Jack
dashed down through the darkness, leaving the light for any one who
desired it.
Amalric caught it up, flashed it round the room, and then uttered a
short, sharp exclamation. Leofric had seen a ghastly figure stretched
upon a pallet in a corner. The next moment both he and Amalric were
bending over the prostrate form of Hugh le Barbier.
Hugh indeed it was, though worn almost to a skeleton, and looking like
death. One arm was extended, and blood was oozing from a vein that had
evidently been recently opened. A number of other scars plainly showed
how frequently this operation had been repeated. His eyes, though half
open, seemed to take in no impression from without. He was cold and
almost pulseless. Amalric, bending over him and feeling his heart, said
between his clenched teeth,--
"We are only just in time!"
They stanched the wound. They forced strong spirit down his throat. They
chafed his cold limbs, and finding warm garments, left behind by the
fugitives in their hasty flight, they wrapped him in them, and set light
to the fire upon the hearth, and laid him down in front of it to get the
full heat of the blaze.
In moving him, they found that he had been chained by one ankle to the
wall, and they had to file through the fetter before they could free
him, their hearts meantime swelling with indignation and fury.
"If we can but lay hands on those miscreants!" muttered Amalric between
his teeth.
All this while Hugh lay lifeless and unconscious, although his pulses
still beat faintly. When he had for the third time swallowed the cordial
forced upon him by Leofric, he slowly opened his eyes, at first with
shrinking and horror in them, which changed gradually to great wonder
and joy.
"Amalric!" he said faintly, as though speaking in a dream--"Leofric!
Heaven send this be not another dream!"
And having so said he put out his hand, as if to assure himself by touch
of the presence of friends; and after having so done he once more lost
consciousness, the very shock of joy being too much for his weakened
frame.