Up she rose, and forth she goes,--
I'll mote she speed therefor.
ADAM BELL.
Bell, my wife, she loves not strife,
Yet she will lead me if she can;
And oft, to live a quiet life,
I'm forced to yield, though I'm goodman.
It's not for a man a woman to threape,
Unless he first give o'er his plea;
As we began we now will leave
And I'll take my old cloak about me.
OLD SONG.
It was nine o'clock of the morning before Dauntrees and his companions,
Garret and Arnold, rose from their beds. Pamesack, whose taciturnity
was not greater than his indifference to fatigue, had, at an earlier
hour, gone his way. A breakfast was provided in the Captain's quarters,
and the three heroes of the past night sat down to it with a relish
which showed that, however unfit they might be to contend against
spiritual foes, their talents for this encounter of material existences
were highly respectable.
"You have had a busy time of it in dreams, Master Weasel," said
Dauntrees, since you laid yourself down on your truckle bed this
morning. You have been re-acting your exploits at the Chapel. I heard
you at daylight crying aloud for sword and dagger."
"I warrant you, Captain Dauntrees," replied the publican, "my head has
been full of fantasies since I laid me down to rest--for I was
exceeding weary--and weariness doth set the brain to ramble in sleep.
There was good argument, too, in our deeds at St. Jerome's for a world
of dreaming."
"Ah, the night has made a man of you, my gallant vintner. You should
bless your stars that you fell into such worthy company. You knew not
heretofore--even with your experience at Worcester--what elements of
valour it pleased Heaven to mix up in the mould whereof thou wert made.
A man never sufficiently values himself until he has had some such
passage as this."
"Ay, and look you, Captain Dauntrees," said Garret, his eye flashing
with self-gratulation, "you will reflect that I had the brunt of it
_alone_, whilst you three were banded together for common defence
and support. There I was, by my single self, in the very centre of
them. A man needs more comfort and companionship in a matter with
witches and devils, than he does against your sword and buckler
fellows. Tut! I wouldn't have cared a fig for a foe that could be
struck at; but these pestilent things of the dark--hags on besoms, and
flying bats as big as a man, great sword-fishes walking on legs, with
their screechings, and mopings, and mewings--Lord, Lord, how it tries
the reins of a solitary man! But you had flashing and firing, and
charging, Captain, which is more in the way of what one expects in a
fight, and one is prepared for: it has life in it."
"That is most true, doughty Garret. A culverin is but the whiff of an
oaten pipe, compared with a hag upon her broomstick. Thou wert ever the
man to encounter these women. It needs thy mettle to face them. Now
there is thy wife, Master Weasel--oh, but that is a perilous venture in
store for thee! You shall go to her and have it over, whilst I make my
report to his Lordship; when that is done I will straight for the Crow
and Archer, to help you in the battle, which by that time will
doubtless find you sore at need."
"I must go to his Lordship with you," replied Garret, in a lowered key;
"I must have my hand in the report; after that we will set out together
for the inn."
"Why, man!" exclaimed Dauntrees, with affected astonishment, "would you
tarry to do your duty to Mistress Dorothy? Do you not know that she
hath suffered agony of mind the live-long night in your behalf, and
that she is now in the very tempest of her affection waiting for you?"
"I know it, I know it, worthy Captain; but it doth not become my
respect for Lord Charles's service to defer his business for mine own."
"Thou shalt not budge an inch," said Dauntrees, "on any other path than
that which takes thee quickly to thy loving wife."
"Truly, Captain," replied Weasel, in a dolorous tone, "I would have
thee to go with me; I beseech you heartily, allow me to bear you
company to his Lordship. His Lordship will think it strange I did not
come: and it will take more than me to pacify the dame."
"Well, friend Weasel, in consideration that you contended single handed
last night with a whole score of devils, and bore thee gallantly; and,
moreover, as it is such heavy odds against thee in this matter of Dame
Dorothy--for, of a verity, I know she is in a devil of a passion at thy
contumacy, and not less at mine, I'll be sworn--why we will make a
muster of it and breathe our defence in solid column. Arnold will go
with us. And mark me, Vintner, at the fitting time, we shall regale."
"On the best in cellar or larder at the Crow and Archer," replied
Garret. "You have the word of a man and a soldier for it."
"I wot of a woman and no soldier, whose word would go further to that
bargain, Garret, than yours. Make ready, friends, we must move."
Dauntrees now set his beaver jauntily over his brow, and throwing his
short cloak across his arm, marched through the postern of the fort,
followed by his trusty allies, to the mansion of the Lord Proprietor.
Lord Baltimore received them in his library, and there heard from the
Captain a circumstantial narrative of the events of the preceding
night.
"It is a strange tale," he said, "and may well perplex the faith of the
simple rustics of the province. That evil spirits preside over that
blood-stained house, from your testimony, Captain Dauntrees, may no
longer be denied. Friends, you all saw these things?"
"All," said Garret Weasel, with emphatic solemnity as he straitened his
body even beyond the perpendicular line. "Pamesack and Arnold stood by
the Captain and can vouch for him. I maintained a post of danger, an
please your Lordship, alone; what I saw neither the Captain, Arnold,
nor Pamesack, saw--it was a fearful sight."
"What was it?" inquired the Proprietary, with some earnestness.
"A woman," replied Garret, "_seemingly_ a woman, an your Lordship
comprehends: but in truth a witch, as we all do know:--Kate of
Warrington, of whom your Lordship has heard. She it was who came
suddenly down upon the wold. How she came," here Garret shook his head,
"and what came with her,--it was a sight to look upon!"
"The vintner affirms to sundry fantastic shapes of imps and spectres in
company with the woman of Warrington," said Dauntrees. "We saw nothing
of the hag, having left Master Weasel, some distance in our rear when
we visited the Chapel. He was cold, and required comfort. What he
recounts, my Lord, you have his own avouch for."
"And what say you, Arnold?" inquired his Lordship, smiling.
"These ghosts and goblins keep a hot house, and the less we have to do
with them the better," replied the forester, gravely.
"They fired upon you, Captain?" said the Proprietary; "with what
weapons?"
"They had the sharp crack of the musket and pistol," replied Dauntrees,
"or what seemed to be such: yet I would not swear I saw carnal weapons
in the strife, though in the flash I thought I noted fire arms. This
may tell better than guess of mine, my Lord," he added, as he held up
his cloak and pointed to a rent in one of its folds; "this hole was
made by some missive from the house: whether it be a bullet mark or an
elf-shot, I will not say."
"Body o' me!" exclaimed Garret Weasel, as the Captain pointed to the
damage he had sustained, "I knew not this before. There was hot work, I
warrant."
"There is knavery in alliance with this sorcery," said the Proprietary,
as he examined the cloak. "These wicked spirits ever find kindred
amongst men. They have profligate companions of flesh to profit by
their devilish arts. I thank you, friends, kindly, for this venture,
and will turn it to wholesome account hereafter. Fare you well."
The party left the room, and now shaping their course towards the Crow
and Archer, soon descended below the bank and took the road along the
beach.
Whilst they trudged through the sand and gravel, midway between the
fort and the town, Dauntrees, looking behind, saw a figure descending
on horseback from the main gate of the fort down to the road upon which
they now travelled. It was that of a woman, whose gestures, at the
distance of half a mile, were sufficiently observable to show that she
urged her horse forward with impatient earnestness. As soon as she
arrived at the level of the beach, her speed was increased nearly to
the utmost of the faculty of the animal which bore her, and she now
came flying over the sand, with her garments and loose tresses floating
in the wind.
"In the devil's name, what have we here?" exclaimed Dauntrees. "As I
live, it is our queen of the hostel! Oh, Garret, Garret, here is a
volcano! Here is an out-come with a conclusion at hand! Stand, masters,
firmly on your legs, and brace up for the onset!"
"Alack, alack!" groaned the publican; "the woman is bereft. She hath my
nag from the fort."
"Ay, and rides upon your saddle, as if it were made for her,"
ejaculated the Captain. "Take post behind me, Garret: I will answer her
speech."
"It were no more than the luck she deserves," said Garret, pettishly,
"if she should fall from the nag and break her little finger, or at the
least sprain an ancle-joint."
"Hold, runagates! varlets! out upon you for a filthy Captain!" shouted
the dame, in a shrill voice, as she came within call of the party, and
now galloped up to the spot at which they had halted. "Give me that
idiot from your beastly company. Garret Weasel, Garret Weasel! you have
been the death of me!"
"Good lack, Mistress Dorothy, wife, why dost thou bear thyself in such
a sort as this?"
"I will bare thee to the buff, driveller, for this. Are you not steeped
in wickedness and abomination by evil-consorting with this copper
Captain, and this most horrid wood ranger? Hast no eye for thy family;
no regard for good name, that you must be strolling o' nights with
every pot-guzzler and foul-breathed and cankered cast-off of the wars?
I am ashamed of thee. You have been in your cups, I warrant, the
live-long night."
"Dame, I must speak, now," said Dauntrees.
"Thou, thou!" interrupted the hostess, with her face scarlet from
anger. "Never in a Christian land should such as thou be permitted to
lift thy head before honest people. His Lordship would do but justice
to the province to chain thee up in a dark stable, as a bull which may
not be trusted at large. Did you not beguile me last night with a base
lie? Did you not practice upon me, you faithless, false-hearted
coward?" here tears fell from the flashing eyes of the voluble
landlady. "Did you not steal that lob, my husband, from me, thief?"
"Appearances, dame," replied the Captain, with a grave composure, "if
they might be trusted, were certainly to my disfavour last night. But
then, I knew that when this matter was all over, I had a most
sufficient and excellent reason, which a considerate, virtuous, and
tender-hearted woman like yourself would fully approve, when she came
to hear it. There was matter in hand of great import and urgency; no
revelling, dame--no riot--but brave service, enjoined by his Lordship,
and which it was his Lordship's most earnest desire should be committed
in part to thy husband. It was an action of pith and bravery he had on
hand; and his Lordship being well aware, dame, that Garret's wife was a
woman of a loving heart, and gentle withal in her nature, and not
fitted to endure the wringing of her affection by such a trial as the
adventure imposed upon Garret, he charged me to make some light pretext
for withdrawing thy husband from thine eye, which, by fraud, I confess,
I did, and am now--since Garret hath worthily achieved his most
perilous duty--here to avow my own treachery. There is promotion and
great advantage at hand for this which will set up thy head, dame, the
highest amongst them that wear hoods."
"We have barely escaped with our lives, Mistress Dorothy," said Weasel,
in a whining accent of deprecation; "we should be made much of and
praised for our duty, not be set upon with taunts and foul rebukes; and
when you know all, wife, you will be sorry for this wounding of our
good name."
"This is but another trick," said the landlady.
"Nay, good mistress," interrupted the Captain, "I will agree to be
gibbeted by thine own fair hand, if I do not satisfy thee that in this
adventure we are deserving of all applause. The Lieutenant at the fort,
doubtless, told thee that we were absent last night on special duty at
his Lordship's command?"
"The varlet did feign such a story, when I thought to catch this fool
in thy company. And he would deny me, too, the nag; but I brought such
coil about his ears that he was glad to give me the beast and set all
gates open. Where do you say you have spent the night?"
"At the Black Chapel, mistress," said Weasel, with a most portentous
solemnity of speech: "at the Black Chapel, by his Lordship's order;
and, oh, the sights we have seen! and the time we have had of it, wife!
it would make thy blood freeze to hear it."
"On the honour of a soldier, dame! by the faith of this right hand!"
said Dauntrees, as he offered it to the hostess and took hers, "I swear
this is true. We have had a night of wonders, which you shall hear in
full when the time suits. We are on our way now to the Crow and Archer,
for thine especial gratification."
"Can this be true, Arnold?" inquired the mollified and bewildered
landlady. "I will believe what you say."
"You may trust in every word of it, as I am a Christian man. There be
marvellous doings at the Black Chapel. We have seen spirits and devils
in company."
"It is graver matter, wife, than you wot of," said Weasel.
"Ride forward, dame," added Dauntrees; "you shall see us soon at the
hostel. And I promise you shall have the story, too, of the Mercer's
Wife from beginning to end: you shall dame."
"You are a wheedling, cogging cheat, Captain; thy roguery will have a
melancholy end yet," replied the dame, as she now rode forward with a
sunshiny smile playing upon features which but a few moments before
were dark with storm.
When they reached the Crow and Archer they found a group of traders
assembled on the quay, gazing with a busy speculation towards the mouth
of the river. By degrees the crowd increased, and the rumour soon
spread abroad that the Olive Branch was in sight. A vessel was, indeed,
discernible across the long flat of St. Inigoe's, just entering the
river, and those who professed a knowledge of nautical affairs had no
scruple in announcing her as the brigantine of Cocklescraft. She was
apparently an active craft, belonging to the smaller class of
sea-vessels, and manifestly a faster sailer than was ordinarily to be
seen at that period. A fair and fresh breeze impelled her steadily
towards her haven, and as she bounded over the glittering waters, the
good folks of the little city were seen clustering in knots on every
prominent cliff along the high bank, and counting the minutes which
brought this messenger from the old world nearer to their salutation.
Meantime the Olive Branch began to show the sparkling foam which broke
upon her bow; then to give forth voices from her deck, audible to the
crowd; presently to lower sail; and at last, being stripped to her bare
poles and naked rigging, she glided with lessening speed, slower and
slower, until her extended cable showed that her anchor was dropt and
her voyage at an end.
It was past noon when the brig came to her mooring, opposite the Town
House wharf, and after a brief interval, Cocklescraft, arrayed as we
have before seen him, except that he had changed his sombrero for a
tasseled cap of cloth, landed on the quay, and soon became the lion of
the Crow and Archer.