And on the morrow there was great stir and rustle and preparation.
Those lords and barons in attendance at Court who were from the
vicinity went off to gather their following; and those from distant
parts of the Kingdom sent commands to their constables or stewards to
hasten hither their very last retainer and every man available for
service with the King.
About noon Richard called his principal officers together in council to
consider who were liable to join with Buckingham in the revolt. That
he had confederates of power and prestige was certain enough; for
despite his oft-repeated boast that as many wore the Stafford Knot as
had once displayed the Bear and Ragged-Staff of the King-Maker, and
reckless as he was, yet it was not likely he would attempt to measure
himself against the King--and that King the great Gloucester--without
substantial assistance and cooperation of others of the Nobility. Nor
was it easy to fix upon these confederates. The old, pronounced
Lancastrian lords were either dead or in exile, and there was little
else than general family relationship or former family affiliation,
that could guide the judgment. And the session was long and tiresome
and not particularly satisfactory, for of all the names gone over, only
the Marquis of Dorset and the Courtneys of Exeter seemed likely
traitors, and yet it was very certain there must be many more.
As De Lacy passed into the antechamber Lord Darby came forward and
confronted him.
"I have come as I gave parole," he said haughtily. "It is now
withdrawn, and I demand that you straightway prefer your charge."
"So be it," said De Lacy, and bowed him into the presence of the King.
Richard eyed Darby with searching sternness, as he bent knee before
him, nor did he extend his hand for the usual kiss; and his voice was
coldly judicial as without pause or preliminary he began:
"We are informed, Lord Darby, of the happenings last night in the town
of Sheffield. You have demanded to be brought before the King and have
refused explanation to another. Such is your warrant and privilege as
a Peer of England. You are accused by Sir Aymer de Lacy with being
concerned in the abduction of the Countess of Clare. What have you to
answer?"
"That I am not guilty, Sire; and I defy the foreign upstart who brings
the accusation."
The King frowned. "Be so good, my lord, as to answer our questions
without recriminations," he said sharply. "Then, being innocent, will
you explain how it was that you were in conference with the fellow
known as 'Flat-Nose,' who was the leader of the abductors?"
Lord Darby smiled blandly.
"Naught easier, my liege. The fellow who was with me at the house in
Sheffield, last night, was not that villain but my own chief
man-at-arms."
"Has he not a flat nose and------" De Lacy broke in; but Richard
silenced him with a gesture.
"Describe this retainer of yours," he ordered.
"He is stout of build and medium in height; his hair is red, his face
broad, and he has a heavy nose, so broken by a sword hilt that it
might, indeed, be termed flat," Darby answered.
"How long has he been in your service?"
"For years, Sire--at least a dozen."
"Where was he on the day and evening of the abduction?"
"The day, in the evening of which I understand the Countess
disappeared," Darby began with easy confidence, "I rode from my castle
of Roxford in early morning, en route for Pontefract and the Court.
This under officer of mine, Simon Gorges by name, who has, it seems,
been taken for the villain called Flat-Nose, was left at the castle,
where he remained in command until my return some seven days
thereafter. I myself lodged at the Abbey of Kirkstall, that night, and
was making my adieu to the Abbot, the next morning, when this . . .
this . . . Knight"--indicating De Lacy by a motion of his
thumb--"arrived with news of the outrage. Then I hastened to
Pontefract and joined in the search, as Your Majesty knows."
"You have been most detailed as to your own movements at that time, but
very meagre as to those of your servant," the King remarked dryly.
"You left him, you say, at your castle on the morning of the abduction,
and found him there, a week later, on your return. Bethink you that is
any proof he remained there in your absence?"
"It is very true there is a wide break in my own observation," Darby
answered with instant frankness; "yet I know absolutely that he was not
beyond my own domain during my absence. It is some queer resemblance
betwixt him and this Flat-Nose. And by my faith, Sire, broken noses
and red hair are not such a rarity that Simon Gorges should be the only
one to possess them."
"That may be; but they are enough, in this instance, to put that same
Simon Gorges on suspicion, and quite to justify Sir Aymer de Lacy in
arresting you and carrying you hither; and particularly when you
scorned to offer him any explanation. For you must know, my lord, he
wears the Ring of the Boar, and what he does is in my name."
"Perchance, I was hasty, Sire, but I did not know of the Ring; it was
never shown me. And poor indeed were the manhood that would not resent
the manner of my seizure--the gyves and arrogant address of your
Body-Knight."
"Will Your Majesty ask Lord Darby," Sir Aymer exclaimed, "why this
flat-nosed Simon Gorges, as quickly as he saw me, sprang from the
window crying: 'De Lacy! De Lacy!' and fled into the darkness? If he
be innocent, wherefore such action?"
"You hear, my lord?" said Richard. "Can you explain?"
"That I cannot," Darby replied. "Perchance, Gorges has had trouble
some time with Sir Aymer de Lacy or his household; though, of course,
of that I know nothing. But I do know, Sire, that not I nor mine, with
my knowledge, had aught to do with the outrage upon De Bury and the
Countess. It would be most humiliating to have been under even an
instant's suspicion of such a crime, but to be arrested and arraigned
before one's King. . . Bah! it is deeper degradation than words can
sound," and he folded his arms and stared, vacantly and with drawn
face, straight before him.
"It is the misfortune of a red-haired, flat-nosed servant, my lord,"
said Richard; "best give him his quittance and a new master.
Meanwhile, be not so downcast.--I accept your explanation."
Lord Darby dropped upon his knee, and now the King gave him his hand.
"We will put your gratitude and allegiance to the proof," he said,
fixing Darby's eyes with his own and holding them. "The Duke of
Buckingham and the Tudor Henry rise in rebellion seven days hence. We
need an army within that time. Go, collect your retainers, and join me
without an hour's delay."
"Your Majesty is very gracious to make but my liege service the earnest
of my faith and word. I ride for Roxford this instant," and with a
graceful salute to the King, and a sneering smile at De Lacy he left
the apartment.
Richard's quick change--after his searching questions and stern
front--in suddenly accepting Darby's assertion of innocence and
dismissing him with honor, came to De Lacy like a blow in the face.
Had he been within reach when Darby flaunted him, not even the royal
presence would have held his arm. As it was, with a stiff bow he was
withdrawing, when Richard laughed.
"Are you displeased, Sir Aymer?" he said kindly.
"It is not for me to question the conduct of the King," De Lacy
answered respectfully.
"You are surprised, then?"
"Marry, yes! Sire; that I am."
"Only because you have never had to study men to use them. It is not
Richard Plantagenet's wont to discuss his decisions with another; yet
in this instance, because you are led by no whit of selfishness but
solely by love for your betrothed, I will make exception. Surely, you
saw there was no evidence sufficient to condemn Darby. If you had ever
seen this Flat-Nose it would have been another matter. But
resemblances are not conclusive; and in the face of his explanation and
absolute denial, the case against him fell for want of proof. Mark me,
I do not say that he is innocent; and when the struggle with Buckingham
is over we will go deeper into this mystery."
"Then Your Majesty has not sacrificed the Countess of Clare for Lord
Darby's retainers?" De Lacy asked pointedly.
Richard smiled good naturedly.
"It is a just question, Sir Aymer," he said; "yet be assured I have no
thought to sacrifice Beatrix. At this exigency, I have not an instant
to devote to aught but this insurrection. I do not fear Darby--though
he would desert to the rebels without hesitation if he thought it would
advantage him--but Stanley's course will be his also--it will prove to
him there is no hope for the Tudor. Furthermore, assuming that this
Gorges is Flat-Nose, he has warned those in charge of the Countess--if,
as God grant, she be alive--and to imprison or to kill Darby would be
simply to hang more awful peril over her, and aid not a jot the finding
of her prison. As it is, Darby must bring this Simon Gorges with him,
or raise fresh suspicion by leaving him behind. Yet he has two chances
to escape even if he be guilty. Sir John de Bury is still ill at
Pontefract, and as he alone knows Flat-Nose, Darby may confidently
produce Gorges; and then have him removed by a chance arrow or sword
thrust during the coming campaign. The other chance hangs upon the
triumph of Buckingham and Darby's desertion to him at the critical
instant. In such event, he can frankly acknowledge the abducting of
the Countess without fear of punishment and force her to wed him. The
Tudor would be glad enough to pay the debt so cheaply."
"Perchance Darby may force the fellow to confess that he alone is
guilty," De Lacy suggested.
"A man is not so ready to condemn himself to death," Richard answered;
"and to confess would necessitate all the details, and in the maze
Darby could not escape ensnarement."
"Might it not have been well, Sire, to detain him and dispatch a force
to search Roxford? Many a time were we near it, but then, alas, no
suspicion rested upon him."
The King shook his head. "That might have been proper a fortnight
since, but it is so no longer. Every soldier is needed with the army
now, and it would require a goodly force to reduce Roxford, if you were
met with a lifted bridge; though methinks you would be received most
courteously--and find your quarry flown; if she was there, Flat-Nose
has removed her since the adventure at Sheffield."
"Your Majesty is right," said Aymer; "I crave pardon for my ungrateful
doubt."
"Nay, nay, I do not blame you. Only remember, De Lacy, that Richard
the King is not Richard the man. The man sympathizes with you and
trusts you; but he must be the King to do you service and aid your
quest. . . Nay, do not thank me. When we have crushed Stafford and
Tudor, rescued Beatrix, and you are Earl of Clare, it will be time
enough for gratefulness."