HOW COLONEL LEGGE BROUGHT IMPORTANT NEWS TO THE KING, AND HOW HIS
MAJESTY PAID A VISIT TO SEVERN END.
Careless was able to execute the king's commands much more quickly
than he expected. Encountering a small party of dragoons near Malvern,
he ordered them to scour the lower part of the hill, while he himself
re-ascended the heights. The Roundheads, however, had made good their
retreat. They had hidden their horses, it appeared, in a deep chasm, on
the hill-side, and after their unsuccessful attempt, had descended into
the plain, where they were lost among the woods.
A singular discovery was made by Careless. On visiting the rock,
on which the commandant had fallen, he found the spot stained with
blood, but the body was gone. By whom had it been removed? Not by the
Roundheads--that was certain. In all probability Colonel James had not
been mortally wounded, as was at first supposed, but had recovered
sufficient strength to crawl off. The search made for him proved
ineffectual, and Careless was obliged to return to Madresfield Court
without having effected a single capture. The king having by this time
recovered his good-humour, laughed at his aide-de-camp's ill success.
"Oddsfish!" he exclaimed. "I had nearly lost my crown by that foolish
ascent of the Worcestershire Beacon--rather too high a price to pay for
a fine view."
His majesty was alone, Colonel Lane and those with him having proceeded
to Worcester.
Next morn, Charles arose betimes, broke his fast lightly, and had just
mounted his charger with the intention of setting off to Worcester,
when his departure was stayed by the arrival of Colonel Legge, one of
his most gallant and trusted officers, and familiarly called by his
majesty "Honest Will."
Colonel Legge brought very important news. He had been with a
reconnoitering party to Evesham, and had captured a couple of Roundhead
scouts, from whom he had obtained information respecting the enemy's
movements. Cromwell was approaching with a large army, having seventeen
thousand horse and foot under his own command; while the regiments
of Lord Grey of Groby, Fleetwood, Ingoldsby, Lambert, and Harrison,
together with the militia that had recently joined the Parliamentary
forces, swelled the amount to upwards of thirty thousand.
"Nearly treble my force," exclaimed Charles. "But were they forty
thousand I should not fear them."
"'Tis well you are prepared, sire," remarked Legge.
"Much has yet to be done," replied the king. "The passes of the Severn
and the Teme must be looked to. Upton, Powick, and Bransford Bridges
must be broken down. Haste thee to Worcester, Will. Summon a council
of war to meet me three hours hence. By that time I shall have visited
Upton and Powick, and perhaps Bransford. Is Massey at Upton?"
"Massey's head-quarters are at Severn End, sire, the residence of
Judge Lechmere. The judge sides with the Parliament, but I suspect
he is a time-server, and will always support the party in power. If
your majesty is victorious, he will throw himself at your feet. Severn
End is a fine place, and Massey seems to like his quarters. Judge
Lechmere's nearest neighbour is loyal Tom Hornyold, whom you will
assuredly see at Pitchcroft to-day."
"Oddsfish! Judge Lechmere must be an astute fellow from thy account of
him, Will," replied Charles, laughing. "I will go first to Severn End.
Perchance I may see the judge. If so, I will have a word with him."
"Fine him heavily, sire, or imprison him, if he will not join you,"
said Legge.
"Humph! I like not to have recourse to harsh measures," rejoined
Charles. "Still, an example ought to be made of such a man. Now, off
with thee to Worcester, Will. Say to all that thou hast left me in good
spirits."
"I can say so with truth, my liege," replied Legge.
Careless undertook to conduct his majesty to Severn End, being well
acquainted with Judge Lechmere's residence. Their course lay through
the loveliest part of the chase, but Charles was too much preoccupied
to notice the beauties of the scene, and Careless did not venture
to disturb the profound reverie into which his royal master had
fallen, and which lasted till they came to the precincts of a large,
well-timbered park, in the midst of which stood a fine old house
embosomed in a grove of rook-haunted trees.
"Is this Severn End?" asked Charles.
"No, my liege; this is Blackmore Park, the abode of your staunch
adherent, Captain Thomas Hornyold."
"And a charming place it is," observed the king; "I would all my
staunch adherents were as well housed!"
After skirting the moss-grown park pales for a few minutes, they came
upon a long and stately avenue, down which a troop of horse was riding,
with their leader at their head.
"As I live that must be Tom Hornyold's troop!" cried Charles, halting,
while Careless signed to the king's escort to stop.
Seeing Careless ride towards him, and comprehending the aide-de-camp's
object, Captain Hornyold put his troop into a trot, and presently drew
up before the king.
Tom Hornyold's manly bearing, open countenance, frank manner, and
steady look prepossessed the king in his favour.
"I trust your majesty will pardon my inattention to your summons
yesterday," said Hornyold, after making an obeisance. "Here are forty
good men and true, who will fight well for you, and I have had barely
time to get them together."
"Mistress Jane Lane explained all to me, Captain Hornyold," rejoined
Charles, graciously. "You did quite right, and I thank you heartily. By
my faith, you have brought me some famous recruits."
As he moved towards the troop, he was welcomed with a shout that
startled the clamorous rooks overhead, and put to flight a herd of deer
that had been couching beneath the trees.
Well pleased with the appearance of the recruits, many of whom were
remarkably fine-looking young men, and all well accoutred and extremely
well mounted, the king thus expressed his satisfaction:
"Good men--good horses--good weapons, and strong arms to wield
them--those you have brought me, Captain Hornyold, and I thank you once
more. Gentlemen," he added to the troops, "I cannot tarry longer with
you now, though I fain would say something more, but I have much to do,
as you are aware. I shall see you again at Pitchcroft. Au revoir!"
Bowing graciously to Captain Hornyold, he then rode off, attended by
Careless and followed by his escort.
On quitting Blackmore Park, the king approached another equally
well-wooded domain, which he did not need to be told belonged to Judge
Lechmere.
It was, in sooth, Severn End, and their road towards the house led
them for a short distance near the bank of the river. The grounds
contained many noble trees, amongst which were several towering elms
and broad-armed oaks that delighted Charles, as did a remarkably fine
service-tree, which he pointed out to his attendant.
As they drew near the picturesque old mansion, it was easy to perceive
that it was under military occupation--sentinels being placed at the
entrance, while small parties of dragoons were gathered on the terrace,
as if awaiting orders; and a troop of cavalry was drawn up on the lawn.
A soldier was walking a powerful charger to and fro before the porch.
Drums would have been beaten, and trumpets sounded, but the king would
not allow any announcement of his arrival to be made. Leaving his
escort at the extremity of the lawn, he rode up to the portal with
Careless. He then dismounted and marched up the steps, merely returning
the salutes of the officers he encountered.
Loud and angry tones were audible as he crossed the hall, and guided
him to the room in which General Massey could be found. The door being
partly open, Charles pushed it aside and entered a large chamber with
a somewhat low roof, panelled with black oak, ornamented with several
full-length portraits.
This was the dining-room, and in the midst of it stood General Massey,
booted and spurred, with his hat on, and his riding-whip in hand,
evidently prepared to mount his charger.
A fine, tall, broad-shouldered man was the general, and well became
his rich accoutrements. His back being towards the door he did not
notice the king's entrance. Full of wrath, as we have intimated, he was
pouring his fury on the head of a grave-looking personage in a black
velvet gown, and having a black skull-cap on his head, who was standing
calmly before him.
Perhaps this individual, whom Charles had no doubt was Judge Lechmere,
recognised his majesty. If so, he gave no sign, but kept his keen grey
eye steadily fixed on the irate general.
"Hark ye, judge," thundered Massey. "'Tis you, and such as you,
supporters of this rebellious Parliament, who ought to suffer most,
and by Heaven you _shall_ suffer. You shall be forced to contribute
largely to the expenses of the war you have compelled his majesty to
undertake for the recovery of his throne. You are fined five thousand
pounds."
"By whom am I fined that large sum?" demanded Lechmere, in a calm
tone. "Not by the king, I am well assured. He would not commit such an
injustice."
"You are fined by me--that is sufficient. I have his majesty's warrant
for all I do."
"Not his written warrant," said the judge.
"I need it not," cried Massey. "What doth your Lord-General, as you
style him? I do not desire to imitate his ruthless and robber-like
proceedings. I do not intend, like him, to plunder churches, hospitals,
and private dwellings. I do not mean to break open chests and carry off
gold by the sack, and plate by the cart-load, as he did at Worcester,
after the first siege. But I will imitate him in one thing. I will
punish wealthy offenders like yourself by fines proportionate to their
means. You have amassed money, I know, and, though a lawyer, I hope
have come by it honestly. Had you been loyal you might have kept your
money. But since you are a rebel, and a favourer of rebels, you shall
disburse your gains for the king's use. You shall pay me the five
thousand pounds I demand."
"And yet you affirm that you design not to plunder me," observed Judge
Lechmere, still with perfect calmness. "What call you this but plunder
on the greatest scale? Better strip my house of all it contains--better
carry off my pictures and my plate--than fine me in a sum so large that
I cannot pay it. Again I say, I am certain the king would not allow
this demand to be made."
"His majesty will approve of what I do," rejoined Massey. "But I will
not bandy words with you. You are now in my court, judge, and my
decision holds good here. I will have the sum I have named--no less.
Two thousand pounds--the first instalment--must be paid before noon on
Thursday. That will give you two days to raise it. If you fail, I will
have you shot in your own court-yard. You hear! No excuses will avail.
Till then you are a prisoner in your own house."
"If I am a prisoner, how am I to raise the money, general?" asked the
judge.
"That is your concern," rejoined Massey. "Have it I must--or you die!"
As he turned to quit the room, he perceived Charles standing behind him.
"Ah! sire," he exclaimed. "I did not know you were here."
"Am I indeed in the king's presence?" exclaimed Judge Lechmere, with
well-feigned astonishment.
"You are in the presence of the sovereign to whom your allegiance is
due, my lord judge," rejoined Charles, with dignity.
"Whatever my feelings may be towards your majesty," said Lechmere, "I
cannot consistently----"
"You dare not declare yourself in my favour, eh, judge?" cried Charles.
"Well, I will give you till Thursday for reflection. Naturally, you are
included in the general pardon I have published, and if you then return
to your allegiance, I shall be disposed to forget the past, and will
remit the heavy fine imposed upon you by General Massey. Nay, I will do
more; I will take you into my favour."
"I thank your majesty for your goodness. I will perpend the matter."
"Methinks it requires little consideration," observed Charles, somewhat
sternly. "You have to choose between your lawful king and a usurper.
You will best consult your own interests in serving me."
"I am inclined to believe so, sire--nay, I am certain--yet give me till
Thursday."
"I have said it," rejoined Charles. "I now leave you in General
Massey's hands."
With a grave bow to the judge, who had rushed forward as if to throw
himself at his majesty's feet, but stopped suddenly, he quitted the
room, followed by Massey.
As he crossed the hall he laughed heartily.
"Your judge will turn Royalist on Thursday, if nothing happens
to-morrow," he said.
On quitting Severn End, Charles accompanied General Massey to Upton.
They rode through Hanley, where a stately pile belonging to the Earls
of Gloucester once stood, and where Massey's troops were now encamped.
The general had with him a detachment of five hundred horse and a
regiment of dragoons, and he assured the king that he felt confident of
preventing the enemy's passage at Upton Bridge, come in what force he
might.
Together they carefully examined the fine old bridge, which, like the
bridges of Worcester and Powick, was somewhat narrow, but had deep
angular recesses. It was strongly built of stone, and had several
arches.
Charles advised its total destruction, but Massey was of opinion that
it would suffice to break down the central arch; and the king giving
his assent, a large body of men was at once set to work upon the task.
After witnessing the commencement of the operations, Charles took leave
of Massey, urging him to be more than ever vigilant, as the safety of
the army now depended on him, and rode on with his escort to Powick.
The security of this important pass seemed to be guaranteed by the
presence of General Montgomery and Colonel Kirke, with two battalions
of foot and a regiment of horse, and Charles, with a mind very much
quieted, crossed the river to Worcester.