I never saw my Señorita again. Early next morning the _Pasha's_
anchors were hove up, and Mr. Oxenham went aboard to work her out
through the tortuous channels by which she had entered more than six
months ago.
It took all one day and part of the next to get the ship free, and
Mr. Oxenham did not quit her till she was quite clear of the shoals.
What passed between him and my Señorita then I cannot say. Whether
they found means whereby afterwards letters went between them I do
not know, but when years after news of his end came I could not but
think it might have been so; and, in spite of seeming contradictions
in the varying reports that reached us, I have often wondered whether
my Señorita were not the same fair lady for whose sweet sake, less
than three years after, when he had won undying honour by having
sailed the South Sea first of all Englishmen, he madly did that
whereby he not only lost all the wealth he had taken there, but also
his trusty company and his fair name, ay, and gave up his wasted life
beside as a pirate on a Spanish gallows at Lima. But let that pass.
I bear him no ill-will, and trust he rests in peace, as, for all his
sins, his courageous spirit well deserves.
For such a spirit indeed he had, and, next to the general, our whole
company had conceived greater hope in him than in any other. So
that, when a few days after the release of the prisoners we came with
the frigate and the pinnaces to the Catenas, he was chosen to lead
the attempt to recover the French captain and the buried treasure.
For in spite of all Frank could say we would not suffer him to go,
saying his life was too precious to us now to be risked on so
dangerous a service, seeing he was the only man on whom we could
count to carry us back to England.
Mr. Oxenham undertook the desperate service with the same light heart
wherewith he always faced the greatest perils, but was not rewarded
according to his courage. For, on coming to the Rio Francisco, he
found in most forlorn condition one of the men who had stayed behind
with Monsieur Tetú. From him he had news that the brave captain had
been taken half an hour after our departure, and his fellow a little
later, because he would not cast away his treasure, and so could not
run fast enough to escape.
Moreover he told us that some two thousand Spaniards and negroes had
been digging and ranting up the ground for the space of a mile, every
way about the place where they must have learned from the prisoners
that our treasure was buried. This Mr. Oxenham found to be true;
for, notwithstanding the report, he still would go and see for
himself, and was rewarded by the discovery of thirteen silver bars
and some quoits of gold, which the Spaniards had not been able to
find.
At last, then, our voyage was indeed made, and all we wanted for our
return homewards was another good stout frigate; and to this end the
general resolved to beat the same covert we had always found so full
of game--to wit, the coast beyond Carthagena, about the mouth of the
Rio Grande.
All were very merry over the near hope of our return, except, I
think, myself. As for me, I could not but brood over what I had lost
or escaped from, I knew not which to call it. I fear I was but a
very doleful companion, and Harry, being now in great spirits with
all the world, would not let me rest.
'So your Señorita would not stay with you?' he said, with a twinkle
in his eye that much belied his pretended seriousness.
'I did not ask her,' I answered.
'Not ask her!' said he, 'and wherefore not, in a devil's name? Why,
lad, you were over ears in love with her.'
'You are merry,' said I, a little testily I think, for it angered me
that both he and she should say this, while I was for ever telling
myself I could not be so foolish. 'I could as soon have loved one of
those glistening butterfly-birds that are all sparkle and humming,
and nothing of them beside.'
'Well, what of that?' said he. 'Were I Pythagorean, I could find no
better case for a true woman's soul than one of those same dainty,
merry, little humming birds, that in these past months have so often
beguiled us when there was little else to make us forget our
troubles.'
'True,' I answered. 'Such qualities will make a plaything, but never
a wife.'
'Well, I know not,' he said; 'but I think a wife is mostly what a
husband makes her, and doubt if a man may not make as good a one out
of a plaything as anything else.'
He should have known, yet I could not think him right, nor do I now.
I had no heart to pursue such talk then, so when he continued to
rally me I hastily told him the truth.
'Forgive me,' he said, growing serious directly, and putting his hand
on my shoulder, 'if you can forgive such a brute-beast as I am to
torment you thus. What a curst unbroken tongue is mine! You would
have kept her marriage from me to shield her fame. Truly, lad, in
comparison to you, I deserve no woman's love.'
So he said, not knowing himself, for never was woman's love better
bestowed than on him, yet he knew it not, and I verily believe, felt
that he never could do enough for his wife to repay her generosity in
marrying him. She thought no less, and often told me so. What
wonder that their lives were happy!
We fell in with our French consort again soon after this, and they
bore us company till they heard we were going past Carthagena, but
this they would not venture with us, since the whole Plate Fleet lay
there with its well-armed wafters ready for sea.
So we parted company once more at St. Bernardo, and then Frank stood
in towards the city, and ran past with a large wind hard by the
harbour's mouth, in sight of the whole fleet. Not one dared stir out
after us, though we braved them with our music, and the Cross of St.
George at our top, and all our silken streamers and ancients floating
down to the water defiantly. Perhaps it was a bit of foolish
bravado, but Frank laughed and rubbed his hands, and said it was
worth another _recua_ to have done it, which the whole company
agreed, being half mad to think how we had succeeded in our wild
adventure in despite of the whole power of the Indies.
The same night we fell in with a frigate of twenty-five tons, well
laden with victuals, coming out of the river. We told the crew of
our necessity, and used other persuasions to such good effect that at
last they were content to go ashore, and leave their ship in our
hands. Whereupon we returned to the Cabeças, and there, having
rested seven days to careen our ships and prepare them for the voyage
home, we bade farewell to our trusty Cimaroons, greatly contenting
them with the iron-work of the pinnaces, which we broke up. To Pedro
Frank presented a very goodly scimitar, which poor Monsieur Tetú had
given him in return for his hospitalities at their first meeting. So
greatly did the Cimaroon chief value this toy that he would not be
content till Frank had accepted four great wedges of gold from his
particular store.
It was a private gift to our general, and I think it noteworthy, as
showing his just dealings with his mariners and venturers, that he
would not keep those wedges, but cast them into the common store.
'Had not the venturers set me forth,' said he, 'and had not you, my
lads, so truly borne your parts, I should never have had this
present; wherefore I hold you should all enjoy the proportion of your
benefits, whatsoever they be.'
So we took our leave of the Spanish Main, and, bearing room for Cape
Antonio, passed to Havana, where we took a bark, the last of all our
captures, which had been many, indeed, both for numbers and humanity
in dealing with them, past anything that had been seen before. For
at that time there were above two hundred frigates belonging to the
cities of the Spanish Main and the Islands, ranging from ten to one
hundred and twenty tons. Most of these we dealt with during our
stay, and some of them twice and thrice, yet of all the crews we
captured we hurt not a single man, save in the heat of fight, nor did
we burn or sink one ship save in act of war, nor keep any save for
our bare necessity. And so it was that Frank won himself a name of
terror along the whole Spanish Main, and therewith a reputation for
kindliness and mercy, both of which were never forgotten, and stood
him in good stead many a time in after years.
He protested that God manifestly blessed him for the just
chastisement, tempered with mercy, which he had inflicted on the
idolaters; for that He so bountifully supplied us with rain for our
necessities, and wind for our speeding, that we had no cause to touch
at Newfoundland for our refreshing, but within twenty-three days we
passed from the Cape of Florida to the Isles of Scilly, and on Sunday
morning, the 9th day of August 1573, swaggered bravely into Plymouth
harbour, amidst the thunder of our great pieces, the braying of our
trumpets, and the gay fluttering of all our flags and streamers and
ancients.
It was a sight to make a man forget all his sorrows, to see the Hoe
quickly brighten like a flower-bed with the Sunday clothes of the
godly people of Plymouth, and yet not godly enough to stay with the
preacher when they knew whose salutations were disturbing their
prayers. So with one accord they left the poor man, and hurried off
to hear the sermon Frank was preaching with his ordnance and his
music.
'Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into Heaven?' That was
his text, and so well he expounded it with a sight of our ballast to
all who came aboard, that I think there was hardly one that day who
did not vow he would no longer stand still disputing and railing
against Antichrist, but go forth and win gold for God out of the
idolaters' treasure-house.
Wild were the rejoicings in Plymouth, and there was no one to check
them. The Queen's grace was in no mood just then to hide our
achievement under a bushel. Nay, rather she liked nothing better
than to flaunt it in Philip's eyes, to show him she had a power he
little dreamed of to answer the late-discovered felonious practices
of Spain against her glorious crown and life.
Yet I tarried not longer than our business demanded, for Harry could
not rest till he was at Ashtead again, nor would he depart thither
without me. In vain I urged him to go alone and let me follow later,
after he had seen his wife and all was smooth again.
'No, lad,' said he; 'we fled together, let us return together. It
was one cause drove us forth. That is ended and forgotten. If I can
go back, it is because you also may go back. Therefore one must not
go without the other.'
So we rode together, Harry, the Sergeant, and I, and all the way to
London it was for us a triumphal procession. The news of Frank's
daring exploit had spread from town to town before us. The people
were half wild at the tidings, and came gaping to see us with their
own eyes, and hear from our own lips the truth of the tale that
seemed too glorious to believe; to hear how Englishmen at last had
trod that inviolate soil which seemed to give a magic and resistless
power to Spain, their dreaded enemy, and had broken its mysterious
spell for ever, and how we had so plenteously enriched ourselves out
of their very heart-wells in despite of all their boasted power.
It seemed a strange and merry thing to them. They could only laugh
as though it were some rude jest we had put on the Spaniards, and
make merry over Philip's and Alva's wry faces to think of a poor
English captain quietly plucking their beards with one hand, and
cutting their purses with the other. That looming shadow in the
South which yesterday was a monster of terror, to-day was only a
bogie to frighten babies withal. So they strutted about, boasting
that though the King of Spain might set all the silly geese over the
sea in a flutter with his _braggadocio_, yet one quacking of an
English drake was enough to set him shivering on his throne.
I trust we were more modest than they. Yet in those young days of
England's growing strength I cannot blame her if she laughed and
crowed like a lusty baby over each new step he learns to take.
Our triumphal progress should have put us in good heart; yet, as we
approached our journey's end, a weight seemed to settle on us both.
As we rode from Gravesend each well-known object served to recall the
misery of the day we saw them last; and for the first time, I think,
Harry began to doubt whether it would be so easy to bring things back
to the old track again.
He had sent word forward that he was coming, but no more, not knowing
what to write. Thus we could not tell how things stood at Ashtead,
or even whether Mrs. Waldyve were there at all.
It was afternoon before we reached Rochester, and we stayed at the
'Crown' to dine, but did scant justice to the host's provision.
Harry grew only more melancholy when we were alone.
'Would I could tell if she would forgive me!' he said at last. 'How
can I hope for it, who left her so basely in the midst of all her
grief? Tell me again, Jasper, all you saw when you went back to
Ashtead after that sad day.'
So I told my tale again, and dwelt on those words she sang, giving
him to hope for the best.
'Yet I think I will tarry till to-morrow,' he said. 'It is late; I
am weary. It will be too sudden for her at so late an hour. I will
tarry, and send her word I am waiting here for her to bid me come.
Maybe she is not there, and maybe grief has killed her.'
He sank his voice very low as he uttered this new fear, and before I
could tell what to answer him--for, God knows, I too had little heart
for this meeting--the Sergeant came in and said the horses were
ready. Harry looked at me, but I could give him no help. My shame
was still quick within me, and my only desire was to put off the end,
which I could not foresee, but only fear.
'Sergeant,' said Harry at last, desperately, 'we think it too late to
go on. We will lie here to-night, and come to Ashtead betimes
to-morrow.'
'Cry you mercy, sir,' said the Sergeant, in a rebellious burst. 'If
you can be within two hours' ride of that peerless lady and not go to
her, it is more than I have power or discipline for. So I crave
leave to ride on alone with all speed.'
'But how know you we are within two hours' ride of her?' said Harry
weakly, under the Sergeant's rebuking glance.
'Save your worship,' cried the Sergeant, 'is that what ails you?
Then take it from me, you can ride thither without fear of not
finding her, for my good friends the drawers tell me she has abode at
home ever since your departing, though it is true that none have seen
her abroad of late.'
And with that the Sergeant brought us our rapiers and cloaks, and for
very shame we were bound to take them and beat an honourable retreat
along the line which, by accident or design, he had left open for us.
So, without more ado, we rode out through the throng which had
assembled to greet us when they heard we had come. The good people
followed us up the street to the gates, and then fell to cheering us
for two heroes, little thinking what sorry hearts those same heroes
carried. So they cheered us, and Drake, and the Queen, as we rode
out across the low land by the river, nor ceased till we began to
climb the downs.
The Medway lay glistening in its mazy channels below us as we topped
the hill. Rainham church-tower rose dimly before us; on either hand
the turf swept downward from the road, broken by clumps of trees in
every hollow where they could find shelter from the wind. These and
a score of other familiar landmarks seemed to bring the past very
near, and only increased my fear that the short time we had been away
could not avail to heal the fearful wound I had made.
Gladly would I have turned off on the road which led to Longdene, as
I had that first day I had seen Harry's wife, but I was resolved to
go on to the end with him, not knowing how great his need might soon
be of a comforter; for his doubts had infected me with a
heart-sickness as sore as his own.
The bright picture of her as she was that day faded away as the
gables and turrets of Ashtead came in sight, and I gave way to
wondering what she looked like now, and of what she thought within
those dim walls. And that wondering ceased as we rode under the
gateway and dismounted. I could only then think of my brother. He
was deadly pale, and clutched at my arm as he trod the steps, and
stopped like one about to faint.
'Would she had come out to meet us,' he murmured, 'when she heard our
horses in the court. She must have heard them.'
I knew not what to say, but pressed his hand and put my arm through
his to steady him up the steps. He made a great effort as he reached
the top and threw open the door of the hall.
There she stood in the lurid torch-light by the great hearth, as
though just risen from her seat. She was pale and wild-eyed, and
stood irresolute, gazing her heart out at him, with her white hands
spread out a little in front of her as though the last spark of hope
were dying within her, and she hardly dared to plead. Ah me! it was
a picture of long-endured misery as I pray God I may never see again,
and, still less, cause.
Harry stood, it seemed so long, waiting for some sign from her, but
she stood like a statue with no power to move. Then he advanced
slowly towards her, and I followed into the hall.
I had hardly stepped within when a sudden light came into her eyes as
she caught mine. She had seen me then for the first time. She had
seen me, and, God be praised, knew by my being there that all must be
forgiven.
With a little glad cry she sprang forward, and in a moment those two
I loved so well, and had wronged so deeply, were locked lip to lip in
each other's arms.
I heard a stifled sob behind me, and turned to see the tears rolling
down the Sergeant's bronzed face. Then we went forth that those two
might be alone; but very soon they came and called me back, and fed
me with such loving words as I could not have looked for had I been
their greatest benefactor and not their curse.
Their most gentle dealing with me quite unmanned me, so that I easily
was persuaded to lie at Ashtead that night, but on the morrow I
thought it best to go.
Very dim and lonely was my library that night. My consuming grief
was dead, drowned in their happiness and gentle usage of me. Yet it
was very lonely. I tried to read, but each book I sought availed
less to fasten my thoughts. So I sat musing on all that had befallen
me those last months, and trying not to think how empty and sad my
great chair looked without the sweet burden which, as it were, I had
once seen nestling there.
That fancy grew dim as the months wore on, and I was ever at Ashtead
as of old playing with little Fulke, or hunting with Harry, or
talking over old times with Sergeant Culverin, who quickly settled
down as Harry's right-hand on his estate, and so continued till his
honest spirit passed away. But with Mrs. Waldyve I read no more
then, nor till years after, when, through my thrice-blessed
friendship with Signor Bruno, a deep-set faith came to comfort my
ripening years and hers.
Indeed it was little I read at all, save in books of travel and
cosmography. Study seemed a very poor and dry food to me at that
time, the more so as there was no longer any one to urge me to it.
Mr. Cartwright's strife was now nothing but a din of unmeaning words
in my ears. Good Mr. Follet, my only other scholar friend, was dead,
and his cherished 'Apology' still-born; for though he bequeathed the
manuscript to me to set forth, I found its original obscurity and
tangled learning (in so far as it was legible) so over-laid and
involved and interlined with added matter from the four quarters of
earthly and unearthly wisdom as to be past human understanding.
Each day then I saw more clearly that all was changed with me, and
grew to know that thenceforth, till age should bring me peace and
studious quiet, my content could only be found at Frank Drake's side,
or in such great and stirring work as his.
And so it was, and not without good reward either, both in honour and
riches. Yet there was nothing which my unworthy service earned of
Her Majesty's grace and bounty that I valued higher than the loving
welcome which was so plentifully bestowed on me at Ashtead each time
I came home.
THE END