We had scarce got our head round the South Foreland, when there met us a
gale of wind, such as boded ill enough for our quick voyage to Rochelle.
June as it was, it was as cold as March, and along with the rain came
sleet and hail, which tempted us to wonder if winter were not suddenly
come instead of summer.
I feared good man Petrie, the captain, would run for shelter into Dover
or some English port where (who knows?) Ludar might be seen and taken.
But instead of that he stood out stoutly for the French coast, and after
a week's battle with the waves put in, battered and leaking, at Dieppe.
There we waited some two weeks, mending our cracks, and hoping for a
change of weather. But the gale roared on, defying us to get our nose
out of port, and sending in on us wrecks and castaways which promised us
a hot welcome from the open channel.
But after about two weeks the wind slackened and shifted a point from
the seaward. So, although the waves still ran high, we put out, and
with short sail laboured towards Cherbourg.
This storm suited Ludar's humour, and while all of us whistled for fair
weather, his spirits rose as he turned his face to windward, and watched
the good ship stagger through the waves. Of his own accord he
volunteered to help among the seamen, and ordered me to do the same.
And the captain was very glad of the aid; for it was all the crew could
do to keep the _Misericorde_ taut and straight in her course.
When we came off Cherbourg we resolved to lose no more time by putting
in; and finding our timbers sound and our canvas well in the wind, we
stood out for Ushant.
But Master Petrie repented, a day out, that he had been so hardy. For
the nearer we struggled to the open ocean, the greater grew the seas,
which presently broke across our bows with a force that made every
timber creak, and laid us over almost on our beam-ends. It was soon
more than we could do to carry any but a reefed foresail; and all day
long some of us were hard at work at the pumps.
How long we laboured thus I can hardly say. It must have been three
weeks or more before we breasted Ushant; and by that time the water was
gaining on us in the hold, and our victuals had fallen short. Whether
we liked it or not, we must try to make Brest, and Heaven would need to
work a miracle on our behalf if we were to do that.
Our captain, brave man as he was, lost courage when he found the water
coming higher in the hold, and saw the _Misericorde_ labour harder with
every new wave and ship more water each time than the last. As for the
men, they gave up the labour at the pumps in despair, and took to what
liquor they could find to drown their terrors.
But Ludar alone never lost heart or head. He took charge of the
deserted helm, and bade the seamen cut away spars and throw over cargo.
And they obeyed him, as they would their captain, and plucked up a
little spirit at sight of his courage.
"Humphrey," said he, on a night when, although the gale was slackening
fast, it was plain, even to him, the end of this voyage was near, "your
master will need to wait for his type. Come and stand by me here, for
there is nothing else to be done for the brave ship now. I would have
liked to save her for the sake of one who once stood at this very helm.
But it seems to me we are near our last plunge."
"Perhaps," said I, "God has not done with us yet, and those who pray for
us pray not in vain."
Here the _Misericorde_ reeled upwards on a huge wave. For a moment she
hung quivering on the top, and then plunged into the trough.
I felt Ludar's hand on my arm, and caught sight of his face, steady and
stern, with a flash in his eyes as he looked ahead. He was right. It
was the _Misericorde's_ last plunge; for, instead of righting herself,
she seemed entangled in the water, and, like one who writhes to get
free, heeled half over on her side. Then, before she could recover, up
came the next wave, towering high over our heads, and fell like a
mountain upon us.
The next thing I was aware of was that I was clinging to a spar in the
water, with a strong arm around me, and a voice in my ear:
"Hold on, hold on!"
Then, when I opened my eyes, I saw Ludar and some floating timbers, and
nothing more.
But towards one of these timbers he was striking out desperately, which
proved to be a small boat, bottom uppermost, which had lain on the deck,
and which having been wrenched from its cords, had floated free of the
wreck. Between us we reached it, and, with much labour, turned it over.
It had neither oars nor sail. Yet, as we clung to it, we could see it
was sound of bottom, and would at least hold the two of us.
How we got in, I know not; yet, I think, between two waves, Ludar
steadied it while I got in, and then between the next two, I hauled him
in. At first, it seemed, in this cockleshell, we were little better off
than clinging to the spar, for every wave threatened to swamp it. Yet
by God's mercy it carried us somehow.
Not a sign could we see of any of our late shipmates. Only once, a
body, clutching at a board, even in death, crossed us. And when we
reached out and hauled it to, it was one of the sailors, not drowned,
but with his skull broken.
Presently, as I said, the waves grew less, and drifted us we knew not
whither, save that it was far from where we had gone down, with no land
or sun in view, nothing but a howling waste of waves, and we two at its
mercy.
Ludar and I looked at one another grimly. It was no time for talking or
wondering what next. For nearly two days we had not tasted food or
moistened our lips; and here we were, perhaps a week or a month from
land, in a bare boat on a hungry sea. Might we not as well have gone
down with the _Misericorde_?
The daylight went, and presently it was too dark even to see my comrade
across the little boat. The last I saw of him he had closed his eyes,
and seemed to be composing himself for sleep. But I guessed it was the
sleep, not of weariness, but of hunger. The night went on; and
presently I could hear him mutter in his sleep. He fancied himself
still in the Tower with his warder, whom he charged with messages to me
and the maiden. And sometimes he was in the presence of the Scotch
Queen, and sometimes in Dunluce with his father. It was all a fevered
jumble of talk, which made the night seem weird and horrible to me, and
full of dread for the day that was to come.
When it dawned, which it did early, the sea was tumbling wearily,
shrouded in a thick mist, which chilled me where I sat, and blotted out
everything beyond a little space around the boat. Ludar by this time
was awake, but still wandering in his mind with hunger and fever; while
I, after my sleepless night, felt my eyelids grow heavy.
How long I slept I know not; but I know I dreamt I was at the foot of
the great rock of Dunluce, and looking up could just spy a light on the
battlements, and hear a gun and the shout of battle on the top; when
suddenly I woke and found it was more than a dream.
High above my head in the mist there loomed a light, and from beyond it
there sounded the tolling of a bell, and, as I thought, a clash of arms.
I looked across at Ludar, and saw him, too, looking up, but too weak to
speak or move. Then the light seemed to plunge downwards, towards us,
showing us a huge black outline of a ship, within a few yards of where
we drifted.
Instantly I sprang to my feet and shouted, and called to Ludar to do the
same. For a moment it seemed we were unheeded. The light swung once
more upwards, and after it the great ship, carrying a swirl of water
with it, and throwing off a whirlpool of little eddies, in which our
boat spun and shook like a leaf in a torrent. Again we shouted,
frantically. And then it seemed the bell ceased tolling, and instead
there came a call; after that something sharp struck me on the cheek,
and flinging up my hand I caught a cord, and felt the boat's keel grind
sharply against the side of the great ship.
What I next remember was standing bewildered on the deck, amidst a crowd
of soldiers, many of whom wore bright steel armour, and who exercised on
the heaving planks well-nigh as steadily as on dry ground. The deck was
ablaze with pennons and scutcheons. Somewhere near, the noise of
trumpets rose above the roar of the waves. The sun, as it struggled
through the mist, flashed on the brass of guns, and the jewels of sword-
hilts. The poop behind rose like a stately house, illumined with its
swinging lanthorns. Now and again there flitted past me a long-robed
priest, to whom all bowed, and after him boys with swaying censers.
There was a neighing of horses amidships, and a tolling of bells in the
forecastle. The great bellying sails glittered with painted dragons and
eagles and sun-bursts. And the men who lined the crosstrees and crowded
the tops shouted and answered in a tongue that was new to me. Above
all, higher than the helmsman's house or the standard on the poop, shone
out a gilded cross, which looked over all the ship.
Little wonder if, as I slowly looked round me and rubbed my eyes, I knew
not where I was.
But Ludar, standing near me, steadying himself with the cordage, called
me to myself.
"This must be a Spaniard," said he, faintly.
"A Spaniard!" gasped I, "an enemy to our Queen and--"
"Look yonder," said he, stopping me and pointing seaward, where the mist
was lifting apace.
There I could discern, as far as my eyes could reach, a great curved
line of vessels, many of them like that on which I stood; some larger
and grander, some smaller and propelled by oars; all with flags flying
and signals waving, and their course pointed all one way.
Not even I, landsman as I was, could mistake what I saw. This could be
naught else but the great fleet of the Spanish King, of whose coming we
had heard rumours for a year past, but in which I for one had not really
believed till thus suddenly I found myself standing on the deck of one
of its greatest galleons.
In the horror of the discovery, my first impulse was to fling myself
back into the waves from which I had been saved; my second was to seize
my sword and fly at the first man I saw, and so die for my country then
and there.
But, alas! I was too weak to do either. When I took a step it was to
fall in a heap on the deck, faint with hunger, wrath, and shame.
When I came to, I lay in a dark cabin, and Ludar, scarcely less pallid
than I, sat beside me.
"Come on deck," said he, "this place is stifling. If the Dons mean to
make an end of us, they may as well do it at once."
So, bracing himself up to lend me an arm, he made for the deck.
A sentinel stood at the gangway, whom Ludar, brushing past, bade, in
round English, give us food, and lead us to the captain.
The man stared in surprise, and muttered something in Spanish, which, as
luck would have it, Ludar, mindful of his smattering of Spanish, learned
at Oxford, understood to mean we were to remain below.
Whereupon he pulled me forward, and defied the fellow to put us back.
We might possibly have been run through then and there, had not a
soldier, who had overheard our parley, come up.
"Are you English?" said he, in our own tongue.
"My comrade is English, I am Irish," said Ludar, "and unless we have
food forthwith, we are not even that."
"I am an Irishman myself," said the soldier, who, by his trappings, was
an officer, "therefore come and have some food."
I know I felt then hard put to it, whether, despite my famine, I could
eat food in such a place and from such hands. But I persuaded myself,
if I was to die so soon, I might as well meet death with a full stomach
as an empty.
While we ate, the Irishman questioned. Ludar as to his name and the
part of Ireland he lived in. He himself was the son of a southern
chief--one Desmond; and, after living some years in Spain, was now
attached to the enemy's forces. He was close enough as to the movements
of the fleet, and so soon as he had seen us fed, he bade us come with
him to the Don.
The deck was as crowded as Fleet Street, and, as we passed to the poop,
very few of these gay Spaniards took the trouble to look after us, or
wonder how we came there. Only, when Ludar, as we reached the
commander's door, suddenly took his sword and flung it out to sea, did a
few of them stare. I followed my comrade's example. The sea had as
much right to my weapon as a Spaniard, and I was thankful to see that
Ludar, in this respect, was of the same mind with me.
In the cabin was a tall, elderly, slightly built man, clad in a fine
black steel breastplate, with a crested helmet on the table before him.
He stood bending over a chart, which several of his officers were also
examining; and as he looked quickly up at our entry, I was surprised at
the fairness of his complexion and the grave mildness of his demeanour.
Our Irish guide briefly explained who we were and how we came on board.
Don Alonzo--for that was his name--eyed us keenly; and addressing Ludar,
said in a broken English:
"You are Irish. Your name?"
"Ludar McSorley McDonnell of Dunluce and the Glynns," said Ludar.
The commander said something to one of his officers, who presently laid
a map of Ireland on the table, and placed his finger on the spot where
Dunluce was situated.
"Senor has no sword. Your calling?"
"My sword is in the sea. It belonged to my father, my mistress, and
myself," said Ludar, shortly.
The Spaniard inclined his head, with a faint smile.
"His Majesty is unfortunate not to be a fourth in so honourable a
company," said he.
Ludar looked confused, and his brow clouded. He was no match for any
man when it came to compliments.
"Sir," said he, "I am indebted to your watch for my life, and to his
Majesty, your King, for my dinner. I am sorry it is so, but I cannot
help it. If you command it, I am bound to make payment; and, since I
have no money, you have a right to the service of my hands till we be
quits."
Don Alonzo looked him from head to foot and smiled again.
"Sir Ludar is his Majesty's guest on this ship," said he, with a fine
motion of the head. "Any service he may render I shall be honoured to
accept. I refer him to Captain Desmond, here, for further
intelligence."
"And you, Senor," said he, addressing me with somewhat less ceremony,
"you are English?"
"I thank Heaven, yea," said I, "a humble servant to her Majesty Queen
Elizabeth, and a foe to her enemies."
"And your estate?" demanded he, coldly ignoring my tone.
"I have no estate. I am a plain London 'prentice."
"We shall have the honour of restoring you to London shortly," said he.
"Meanwhile Sir Ludar shall not be deprived of the service of his
squire."
Then turning to his officers, he occupied himself again with the chart,
and left Captain Desmond to conduct us from the cabin.
Neither Ludar nor I was much elated by this interview, but it relieved
us, at least, of any immediate prospect of execution, and, unless the
Don were jesting, consigned us to no very intolerable service on board
his ship. From Captain Desmond, who was not a little impressed by the
commander's reception of Ludar, we learned rather more of the expedition
and its prospects than before.
"If all go well," said he, "we shall be in English waters to-morrow, and
a week later should have dealt with the enemy's fleet and be landed at
Dover. This Don Alonzo, it is said, will be appointed governor of
London, till the King arrive. He is a prime favourite at the Spanish
Court, in proof whereof the _Rata_ carries a crew of the noblest youth
of Spain, committed to his care for this great venture. They are hungry
for battle, but, alack! I fear we shall none of us get more than will
whet our appetite. As for you and me, McDonnell, this business is like
to settle scores between our houses and the vixen--"
"Stay, Captain Desmond," said Ludar, interposing suddenly betwixt me and
this blasphemer. "My comrade here is a servant of Elizabeth, and has no
sword. As for me, my queen is dead--dead on the scaffold. I hate the
English Queen as you do; but, if I fight against her, it shall be in my
own quarrel, and no man else's. Therefore appoint us a duty whereby we
may repay the Spanish King his hospitality, without fighting his
battles."
The Irishman shrugged his shoulders.
"I understand not these subtleties," said he: "whom I hate I slay.
However, as you will. This voyage will soon be over; but if you choose,
while it lasts, to keep the forecastle deck clean, none shall interfere
with you; and perchance, when we get into action, you may find it an
honourable and even a perilous post."
So we were installed in our ignoble office on board the _Rata_, and
since Captain Desmond's duties never brought him before the foremast,
and since Don Alonzo, whenever he went his rounds, never looked at us,
and since not a man on the forecastle comprehended a word of English, or
could speak a Spanish which Ludar was able to follow, we were left
pretty much to ourselves, except that the sentry kept a close eye on our
movements.
All day long the soldiers paraded, the trumpets played, the pennons
waved, and the blazoned sails swelled with the favouring breeze, so that
towards afternoon Ushant was far behind, and every eye was strained
forward for the first glimpse of the English, shore. The other vessels
of the fleet, which had spread out somewhat in the mist, now gradually
closed in at nearer distance, and passed signals which I could not
understand. Some were so near we could hear their trumpets and bells,
and see the glitter of the sun on the muzzles of their guns. Then about
sundown, with great ceremony, a priest came forward, and recited what I
took to be a mass; and after him, at the sound of three bells, the whole
company trooped to the middle deck, where at the main-mast the purser
read aloud a long proclamation in Spanish, at the end of which huzzahs
were given for the King, and the lanthorns lit for the night.
I confess I turned in to my berth that night uneasy in my mind. For I
never saw ships such as these; no, not even in the Medway. What could
our small craft do against these floating towers? and what sort of hole
could our guns make in these four-foot walls? And when it came to
grappling, what could our slender crews do against this army of picked
men, who, even if half of them fell, would yet be a match for any force
our English ships could hold?
So I turned in with many forebodings, and all night long I could hear
the laugh and song of coming victory, mingled now and again with the
fanfare of the trumpets, and the distant boom of the admiral's signal-
gun.
Next morning, when we looked out, there was land in sight ahead.