CHAPTER VII.

MY LADY DUCHESS'S OPINION OF THE UTILITY OF MASTER WARNER'S INVENTION,

AND HER ESTEEM FOR ITS--EXPLOSION.

Adam, utterly unheeding, or rather deaf to, the discussion that had

taken place, and his narrow escape from cord and gibbet, lifted his

head peevishly from his bosom, as the duchess rested her hand almost

caressingly on his shoulder, and thus addressed him,--

"Most puissant Sir, think not that I am one of those who, in their

ignorance and folly, slight the mysteries of which thou art clearly so

great a master. When I heard thee speak of subjecting Nature to Man,

I at once comprehended thee, and blushed for the dulness of my

kindred."

"Ah, lady, thou hast studied, then, the mathematics. Alack! this is a

grievous blow; but it is no inherent fault in the device. I am

clearly of mind that it can be remedied. But oh! what time, what

thought, what sleepless nights, what gold will be needed!"

"Give me thy sleepless nights and thy grand thoughts, and thou shalt

not want gold."

"Lady," cried Adam, starting to his feet, "do I hear aright? Art

thou, in truth, the patron I have so long dreamed of? Hast thou the

brain and the heart to aid the pursuits of science?"

"Ay! and the power to protect the students! Sage, I am the Duchess of

Bedford, whom men accuse of witchcraft,--as thee of wizardy. From the

wife of a private gentleman, I have become the mother of a queen. I

stand amidst a court full of foes; I desire gold to corrupt, and

wisdom to guard against, and means to destroy them. And I seek all

these in men like thee!"

Adam turned on her his bewildered eyes, and made no answer.

"They tell me," said the duchess, "that Henry of Windsor employed

learned men to transmute the baser metals into gold. Wert thou one of

them?"

"No."

"Thou knowest that art?"

"I studied it in my youth, but the ingredients of the crucible were

too costly."

"Thou shalt not lack them with me. Thou knowest the lore of the

stars, and canst foretell the designs of enemies,--the hour whether to

act or to forbear?"

"Astrology I have studied, but that also was in youth; for there

dwelleth in the pure mathematics that have led me to this invention--"

"Truce with that invention, whatever it be; think of it no more,--it

has served its end in the explosion, which proved thy power of

mischief. High objects are now before thee. Wilt thou be of my

household, one of my alchemists and astrologers? Thou shalt have

leisure, honour, and all the moneys thou canst need."

"Moneys!" said Adam, eagerly, and casting his eyes upon the mangled

model. "Well, I agree; what you will,--alchemist, astrologist,

wizard,--what you will. This shall all be repaired,--all; I begin to

see now, all! I begin to see; yes, if a pipe by which the too-

excessive vapour could--ay, ay!--right, right," and he rubbed his

hands.

Jacquetta was struck with his enthusiasm. "But surely, Master Warner,

this has some virtue you have not vouchsafed to explain; confide in

me, can it change iron to gold?"

"No; but--"

"Can it predict the future?"

"No; but--"

"Can it prolong life?"

"No; but--"

"Then, in God's name let us waste no more time about it!" said the

duchess, impatiently,--"your art is mine now. Ho, there!--I will send

my page to conduct thee to thy apartments, and thou shalt lodge next

to Friar Bungey, a man of wondrous lere, Master Warner, and a worthy

confrere in thy researches. Hast thou any one of kith and kin at home

to whom thou wilt announce thy advancement?"

"Ah, lady! Heaven forgive me, I have a daughter,--an only child,--my

Sibyll; I cannot leave her alone, and--"

"Well, nothing should distract thy cares from thine art,--she shall be

sent for. I will rank her amongst my maidens. Fare-thee-well, Master

Warner! At night I will send for thee, and appoint the tasks I would

have thee accomplish."

So saying, the duchess quitted the room, and left Adam alone, bending

over his model in deep revery.

From this absorption it was the poor man's fate to be again aroused.

The peculiar character of the boy-prince of Gloucester was that of one

who, having once seized upon an object, never willingly relinquished

it. First, he crept and slid and coiled round it as the snake. But

if craft failed, his passion, roused by resistance, sprang at his prey

with a lion's leap: and whoever examines the career of this

extraordinary personage, will perceive, that whatever might be his

habitual hypocrisy, he seemed to lose sight of it wholly when once

resolved upon force. Then the naked ferocity with which the

destructive propensity swept away the objects in his path becomes

fearfully and startlingly apparent, and offers a strange contrast to

the wily duplicity with which, in calmer moments, he seems to have

sought to coax the victim into his folds. Firmly convinced that

Adam's engine had been made the medium of dangerous and treasonable

correspondence with the royal prisoner, and of that suspicious,

restless, feverish temperament which never slept when a fear was

wakened, a doubt conceived, he had broke from his brother, whose more

open valour and less unquiet intellect were ever willing to leave the

crown defended but by the gibbet for the detected traitor, the sword

for the declared foe; and obtaining Edward's permission "to inquire

further into these strange matters," he sent at once for the porter

who had conveyed the model to the Tower; but that suspicious

accomplice was gone. The sound of the explosion of the engine had no

less startled the guard below than the spectators above. Releasing

their hold of their prisoner, they had some taken fairly to their

heels, others rushed into the palace to learn what mischief had

ensued; and Hugh, with the quick discretion of his north country, had

not lost so favourable an opportunity for escape. There stood the

dozing mule at the door below, but the guide was vanished. More

confirmed in his suspicions by this disappearance of Adam's companion,

Richard, giving some preparatory orders to Catesby, turned at once to

the room which still held the philosopher and his device. He closed

the door on entering, and his brow was dark and sinister as he

approached the musing inmate. But here we must return to Sibyll.

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