When Thoroughgood had left the hall and Brilliana came to the floor,
Halfman questioned her, very respectfully, but still with the air of
one who has earned the friendly right to put questions.
"Why do you see this black-jack?" he asked. Brilliana smiled at him
as radiantly as if the holding of a house against armed enemies was
the properest, pleasantest business imaginable.
"With the littlest good-will in the world, I promise you," she
answered. "But, you know, he so plagued for the parley that it was
easier to try him than deny him. Besides, good friend and captain, I
learn from what I read in Master Froissart's Chronicles that it were
neither customary nor courteous to deny conference to a supplicating
enemy."
Halfman adored her for her courage, for her calm assumption of
success.
"How if he but come to spy out our strategies?" he asked. "The
leanness of our larder? Our empty bandoliers?"
Brilliana beamed back at him with her bewildering confidence.
"I have thought of that, too," she admitted. "But he shall not find
us at our wit's-end. Seek Simon Butler, friend captain. Though our
cellars are near empty he will make shift to find you some full
flagons. Bring hither a bunch of your subalterns, the rosiest, the
most jovial, if any still carry such colors and boast such spirit;
let them gather in the banqueting-hall, where, with such wit as
French wine can give, let them sing as if they were merry and well
fed. Our sanctimonious spy-out-the-nakedness-of-the-land must think
we are well victualled, he must think we are well mannered."
Halfman made her a sweeping reverence which was not without its
play-actor's grace, though its honesty might have pardoned a greater
awkwardness.
"We are well womaned, lady," he asseverated, "with you for our
leader. By sea and by land I have served some great captains, but
never one greater than you for constancy and manly valor."
Brilliana's bright face took a swift look of gravity and she gave a
little sigh.
"The King's cause," she said, soberly, "might turn a child into a
champion."
The steady loyalty that made her words at once a psalm and a
battle-cry bade Halfman's pulses tingle. Who could be found
unfaithful where this fair maid was so faithful? Yet he remembered
their isolation and the memory made him speak.
"I marvel that none of your neighbors have tried to lend us a hand?"
"How could they?" Brilliana asked, astonished. "The brave are with
the King at Shrewsbury; the stay-at-homes are not fighters."
"Hum," commented Halfman. "What of Master Paul Hungerford?"
Brilliana shrugged her shoulders.
"A miserly daw, who would not risk a crown to save the crown."
Halfman questioned again.
"What of Master Peter Rainham?"
Brilliana shrugged again.
"A dull, sullen skinflint waiting on event."
Halfman's inventory was not complete.
"You have yet a third neighbor," he said, "and, as I heard, a
prodigal in protestation. What of Sir Blaise Mickleton?"
Brilliana's lips twitched with a derisive smile.
"Sir Blaise, honest gentleman, loves good cheer and good ease. I
think he would not quit the board if Armageddon were towards. He will
be for eating, he will be for drinking, he will be for sleeping, and
in the mean time God's chosen gentlemen have learned the value of
living so long as to grant them a death for their King."
Her voice had risen to a cry of defiance, but now it dropped again to
its former note of bantering irony.
"What a wonderful world it is which can hold at once such men as my
cousin Randolph or you or Rufus Quaryll and these hangbacks who shame
Harby. These three are professed my very good suitors, but they have
made no move to our help. Well, let them hang for a tray of knaves.
We need them not. We know that the King's cause must triumph and so
we are wise to be blithe."
Halfman's head was swinging with pleasure. She had counted him in so
glibly with the chosen ones, with the servants of God and the King.
He was very sure now that his watch-word had always been "God and the
King."
"The King's cause must triumph," he echoed, his face shining with
loyal confidence.
"How we shall all smile a year hence," Brilliana answered, "to think
that such pitiful rebels vexed us. But for the moment there is one of
these same rebels to be faced--and to be fooled. About our plan, good
captain."
Halfman saluted her more enthusiastically than he had ever saluted
male commander.
"My general," he vowed, "he shall think these walls hold an army of
wassaillers."
He turned on his heel and marched briskly out of the hall. Brilliana
looked after him, with the bright smile on her face, till the door of
the banqueting-hall closed behind him; then the smile slowly faded
from her face.
"I would my spirits were as blithe as my speech," she thought, as she
went to the table and bent over it, looking at the open map which
Halfman had been studying.
"What is going on in England, the King's England, little England,
that should not be big enough to have any room for traitors?"
She put her finger on the spot where Harby figured on the sheet.
"Here," she mused, "we have been sundered from the world for all
these days by this Roundhead leaguer, hearing no outside news but the
ring of rebel shots and the sound of rebel voices. What has happened?
What is happening? When we began the King was at Shrewsbury and the
Parliament ruled London. What has come to the Parliament since? What
has come to the King? Well, Loyalty House will carry the King's flag
so long as one stone tops another. We will live as long as we can for
his Majesty, and then die for him gamely."