CHARLES II AS A JUDGE
Whether special arrangements had been made for our coming I know not,
but as I judged the whole party of ladies and gallants who had gathered
around were seated as if in expectation of being entertained. Moreover,
many curious eyes were upon me as I entered, as though my coming were of
some importance. The king, however, scarce took any notice of me. He
gave me one keen searching glance, and then turned to a gaily dressed
and handsome woman, and spoke to her I thought as if he were partly in
grim earnest and partly jesting.
Evidently the party had supped in another chamber, although wine was
brought in and partaken of freely both by the ladies as well as by the
gaily-dressed gallants. I thought nothing of this, for even while I was
in London I had heard that the king had broken down many of the rules of
courtly etiquette.
I noticed that the apartment was of large proportions, and of great
beauty, but which of the state rooms it was I did not know, neither for
that matter do I know to this day, for this was the only occasion I have
ever seen it.
I glanced from one face to another in the hope of seeing Mistress
Constance, but nowhere was she visible. This disappointed me much, for
although I had parted from her but for a few hours, my heart fairly
ached to behold her again.
"Will you stand here?"
I stepped to the place I had been bidden, and as I did so anger filled
my heart, for I saw that I was made the gaping stock of all the crowd of
giddy revellers who were there. I felt the blood rush to my face, but
nought came to me to say. What in truth could I say? The king's black
beady eyes were turned furtively upon me, while sitting in the shadow I
saw the face and form of the Duke of York, the king's brother.
There could be no doubt about it. The king had brought a royal party and
their friends to Windsor, and I was brought there to give my lords and
their ladies some entertainment.
For a few moments all eyes were turned upon me. Some quizzical and
curious, some wondering, some laughing at my evident anger, others as if
watching for what might come next.
No word was spoken to me, although I could hear them talking about me.
"Rashcliffe, you say. A good name anyway. Oh, his father fought for the
Royalists in the time of the king's father, did he?"
"If he were fittingly attired he would be the bravest looking man in the
room."
"He's in a temper! look! Ay, but I like him the better for that. He hath
spirit. What led him to help the girl out of prison?"
"Is she to be brought here at the same time? It would be better sport
so."
"He looks ready to fight any man here."
"What do you think the king will do with him?"
And so on. They knew I could hear much of what they said, and yet they
discussed me as though I were the king's spaniel which I saw sat upon
his Majesty's knee.
After a few minutes there was another hush, and looking towards the door
I saw Mistress Constance enter. The light of the candles did not make
the great apartment very bright; but I saw that she had been in the
hands of a tiring woman, who had dressed her with great care. She was
attired more plainly than they, although I doubt if any were dressed
with more beauty. Her hair, moreover, was carefully arranged after the
fashion of the times, and I saw it gleam in the candlelight.
Every eye in the room was upon her, and no wonder. Fair as were many of
the court dames who had gathered there, not one of them could compare
with Mistress Constance. Her face was flushed, half I thought with
anger, for she as well as I must have realized that she was brought
there to give the king pleasure as well as to be judged for what she had
done. In truth the whole matter seemed to me at that moment as mere
play-acting. This was no judgement hall at all. It was a gathering of
the king's friends, and the king thought to entertain himself and them
by what should take place.
Nevertheless, I saw that she was in no mood to be trifled with. Her eyes
shone with a steady light, and I knew by her compressed lips that she
meant to bear whatever ordeal through which she had to pass, without
fear. Her movements, moreover, showed no excitement. She walked steadily
into the compartment, carrying herself as though she were a queen. The
women there saw this as well as I, and if they envied her it was no
wonder, for a more beauteous face, or a nobler formed maiden surely
never stood before a king.
I turned and took one look at Charles, and I noted that his eyes were
opened wider than was their wont, and there was a look in them for which
I would gladly have killed him. His pale, fleshy face was eager, too, as
though he were vastly enjoying himself. For a moment he seemed to forget
the dog he had been fondling, as well as the handsome woman to whom he
had been speaking.
"Lucy Walters must have been fair indeed if she were fairer than she."
Who said this I do not know, but it raised my anger almost to madness to
think that the woman I loved should be mentioned in the same breath with
the mother of the lad who might one day be king of England. In the eyes
of some of the women was jealousy, and I saw them draw up their
shoulders disdainfully, yet they never took their eyes from Mistress
Constance's face. As for some of the young gallants, they looked as if
they would devour her beauty by a glance.
For a moment the king seemed at a loss what to say. I thought I saw him
open his mouth to speak more than once, and then close it again, as
though he had chosen the wrong words. Presently, however, he turned to
some one, and said--
"Bring a chair for the fair maid to sit on. She hath travelled far
to-day, and although she gives no sign of it, must be weary."
A chair was placed close by where I stood, and Mistress Constance came
and sat down as though she were the king's guest, rather than as a
prisoner waiting to be judged.
"We have heard strange things concerning you," said the king as she sat,
and I saw that his black, beady eyes were still upon her, while his lips
parted with a smile. "You see, however, that we are not very angry, and
thus you are bidden to be seated in the king's presence."
Mistress Constance did not speak at this, although each one there was
silent, waiting, I doubt not, to hear what she might say.
"In truth, so little are we angry," he went on, "especially after
hearing of your brave deeds, that we would have you come and kiss our
hand, rather than think of yourself as a prisoner."
I think my heart almost stopped beating at this, for king though he was,
his profligacy was freely spoken of, even by those who cared most for
him, and it was torture beyond words to think of the woman I loved
kneeling before him and kissing the hand which he would have extended.
"I dare not so honour myself," said the maid quietly, and her voice
seemed to me as music. "For while I greatly rejoice in Your Majesty's
kindness, yet do I remember that I was taken from prison to be brought
here, in which prison I have been immured for days."
"This is strange," said the king with a smile, "for truly I do feel like
granting you forgiveness for aught you have done, even before I hear
what you may say in your own defence. Had I been a justice at Bedford
the trial would have been short, and I doubt not but you would have been
as free as the nightingale which sings among the trees yonder."
Even as he spoke we could hear the song of the nightingale, for the
windows were open, and the night was still. Moreover, so great was the
silence in the room, save for the voice of the king, that one could have
heard a pin drop.
But Mistress Constance did not speak in answer to this, and in truth
there seemed nought for her to say.
I thought I saw Charles Stuart's face harden at her silence, and I
fancied that he might be thinking of her father, as indeed I believe he
was by the question which he next asked.
"Your name is Mistress Constance Leslie, daughter of one John Leslie,
who is by right of descent a baronet, although he useth not his title?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"I hear that you have a sister?"
"Yes, sire."
"And she is wedded, I hear, to one Sir Charles Denman?"
She bowed as if in assent to this.
"Is she your elder sister, or is she younger than you?"
"She is older than I, sire."
"Ah, I should have judged so. And right glad am I that you are not
wedded to this plotting, sour-faced Puritan. That would have been indeed
a sore pity. A clown with a travelling show might as well be wedded to a
princess. Is your sister as fair as you?"
"Fairer," replied Constance.
"Nay, nay, that is impossible," and the king smiled upon her, and as he
smiled I hated him, for it was the smile of a bad man.
"You see," he went on, "that we are not treating you like one who hath
been guilty of great naughtiness, rather, we have brought you to our own
house, amongst our own friends. Nevertheless, it is known that the king
must do justice to all, and we promised his Grace of Albermarle that
this matter should be looked into. You say then that it was not you, but
your sister, the wife of the man Denman, who made this murderous attack
upon him."
"I have never said so, sire."
"What!"
I noticed the change in the king's tone, and saw that his beady eyes
became hard.
"I have never said so, sire."
"Then do you plead guilty to the charge?"
"Else why should I have flown from General Monk's anger?"
For a moment Charles was silent, as though he knew not what to say, but
presently he burst out laughing.
"Why, here my lords and ladies is a strange thing," he said; "and in
truth it is worth coming to England to see. The sight of one who seeks
to bear the shame of another is surely rare. Come closer, fair
Constance, and let me have a closer look at thee!"
Again I wondered what she would do, for if I saw evil in the king's
eyes, so also I believe did she.
"I may not come closer to Your Majesty," she said.
"And why prithee?"
"I am afraid to dazzle my eyes too much."
The king did not notice the scorn in her voice, else he had been angry.
Instead he laughed gaily.
"We must do something to help you, fair Constance," he said, "for you
please us much, and I would fain have you near me often. Nevertheless,
justice is justice, and I must e'en keep my word and probe this thing to
the bottom. Now whether it was you or another who sought to lay
murderous hands upon the Duke of Albermarle can easily be proved. What
say you, Your Grace? You say you saw the woman; can you assert that it
was those pretty hands which held the bloody knife?"
I turned and saw the Duke of Albermarle. He had been standing in the
shadow, so that I had not recognized him, but now he stood out clearly,
and I noted that his dark searching eyes travelled slowly up and down
Constance's form.
"No, Your Majesty, it was not she. At first I thought it was, for truly
the other is like her; but there is much difference, and the longer I
look the more difference do I see. The murderous woman was not so tall
as this fair maid by at least three inches, neither are the features
altogether alike, although there is a resemblance."
"You could take your oath on this, Albermarle?" said the king.
"Certainly, Your Majesty."
"Ah then, we have made the first step in our voyage of discovery. So you
see, fair Mistress Constance, although you would condemn yourself you
cannot get another to condemn you. And truly this is a strange thing,
for hitherto I have found it true, especially of women, that they be
always ready to excuse themselves, while others be always ready to blame
them. Master Killigrew, here is a subject for a poem, and see that it is
fittingly done."
At this moment I looked again at Constance's face, and for the first
time I beheld fear. I saw her lips trembling, while in her eyes there
was a look of terror, as though she would fain have escaped.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, then you pronounce me innocent?"
"Ay, innocent of that fair Constance. Not that I have doubted it from
the first moment I saw you. Yet have I to ask these questions that no
man might doubt."
"Then I may even go my ways and rid Your Majesty of my presence?" she
said eagerly.
"Nay, nay, not so soon, fair maid," said Charles. "It is not so oft that
one heareth speech so pleasant. Besides the matter is not dealt with
yet. Tell me, I pray thee, how thou didst accomplish this, and how thou
didst so long evade thy pursuers?"
For a moment Constance hesitated, while the king watched her, a smile
half of irony, and half of merriment being upon his lips.
"Is it your will that I shall tell you this, Your Majesty?" she asked.
"Ay, that it is. I would not that my lords and ladies should miss such a
story. Its matter must be, I am sure, strange to them."
"There is little to tell, Your Majesty; besides it was very easy."
"You mean that your pursuers were such fools?" said the king with a
laugh. "Ay, I can well believe it. But to your story. And mark you I
have become so accustomed to listen to lies that I can detect one from
afar."
I saw anger gleam from Constance's eyes as he said this.
"Even although I tried to save my sister, I have never lied concerning
it," she cried.
"Nay?" said the king smiling. "Truly your conversation becomes more and
more interesting. Truth is so rare. Pray listen carefully my lords and
ladies."
"When my sister came to my father's house, having done this thing, I
e'en clothed myself in her attire, and then having shewed myself to her
pursuers I escaped."
"And they followed you?"
"Ay, they followed me."
"Ah; but this is a rare jest!" said the king laughing. "Truly the most
of mankind is made up not only of knaves, but of fools. But how did you
escape them?"
"Oh, it was night and I knew ways which they did not."
Again the king laughed, and then continued, "And now, Mistress
Constance, there is but one other thing I would ask, and if thou
answerest truly, although thou art the daughter of a man whom I find it
hard to forgive, thou shalt be free as air. Dost thou know where this
sister of thine is now?"
I knew this was the question which Constance dreaded, but she answered
bravely.
"I do Your Majesty."
"Then tell me."
She was silent.
"Come, speak plainly."
"Nay, Your Majesty, I cannot tell you that."
"But I command."
Still Constance was silent, and I thought the king would have given way
to his anger.
Presently he burst into a laugh, but the laugh had but little mirth in
it. He made me think of a dog who showed his teeth even while he wagged
his tail.
"Ah, then we must e'en find out ourselves," he said, and there was a
snarl in his voice, although the mocking smile had not left his lips.
"Young Master Rashcliffe may be able to give us some information," he
continued, and he turned suddenly to me. "Here methinks is also a
strange freak of nature, for verily on the day we landed at Dover, we
asked Master Rashcliffe if he desired aught as a favour from the king,
but he answered no. Our brother of York, however, cannot say the same
for his father. Come, Master Rashcliffe, can you tell us where Mistress
Constance's sister is? Dorcas, I believe, is the name given to her."
"I know not, Your Majesty," I replied.
"Come, that is a brave answer, and perchance a true one. Yet it may
cover up a big lie. Have you any suspicion where she is?"
At this I was silent, for I believed I knew where the woman was in
hiding. I remembered what the farmer had told me at the inn near
Pycroft. I recalled the words which the woman who was with old Solomon
had said--"We have need to go to Bedford." I had also believed that the
reason Constance had given herself up to the constables who came to
search the house at Goodlands was that she was afraid they might find
her sister. Nevertheless I was not silent long, for I knew this would
arouse suspicion.
"I have no knowledge whatever where she is, Your Majesty."
"I did not ask for your knowledge but your suspicion," said the king
angrily. "Tell me, do you believe, do you think, have you a fancy that
you know where she is hiding?"
I was silent, for what in truth could I say?
The king laughed quietly. "It seems there are two who would defy
justice," he said. "Well, well, we shall see! But let us return a little
way. For what purpose did you seek to set this maid at liberty when she
was first put into Bedford Gaol?"
"Because I believed she was imprisoned unjustly," I answered boldly.
"Ah, I see. You thought yourself wiser than others. Had she told you
that she was innocent of the charge laid against her?"
"No, Your Majesty."
"Nor given you hint of it?"
"No, Your Majesty."
"Did she tell you of what she was accused?"
"No, Your Majesty."
"Ah, ah. The mystery deepens; but depend upon it we shall unravel it.
You were in Dover on the day of our landing, and yet the next night you
were in Bedford. You went there to set her at liberty. How did you hear
of her imprisonment?"
"I heard it spoken of at Dover."
"And then like a brave knight you rode away to set her free. Ah, well, I
like you none the worse for that. You have brains, and you have
decision. But this means that you had met her before. Where?"
"Near Dover, sire."
"What did she there?"
"She never told me, sire."
"Reports have reached me that you have been seen near an old house
called Pycroft, which is not a long ride from Dover. Did you see her
there?"
"Yes, sire."
"Ah! that is better. Why did you go there?"
"I do not think Your Majesty would be pleased if I told you."
"That is possible, ay likely. Such as you often do that which might not
please me. But tell me."
"If I tell you I would rather speak to your private ear," I said.
"Ay, and fancy you could get off a cock-and-bull story upon me. Nay,
nay, methinks we are getting to the bottom of this thing. Now then, what
led you to go to Pycroft?"
"I had heard that there was something of great import there."
"Ah, that is fine. But why should it displease me?"
"Because it had to do with Your Majesty."
"With me. With me. From whom did you hear of it in the first place?"
"From a woman named Katharine Harcomb," I replied boldly.
Charles Stuart started as though a wasp had stung him, and then he
shrugged his shoulders scornfully.
"I am weary of this," he said, "for the thing hath ceased to be sport.
Let this boy and girl be securely guarded until I have time to look into
the matter carefully." And then he turned negligently to the woman with
whom he had been speaking, while the others in the company exchanged
meaning glances.
It was near midnight that same night when I was brought before the king
again.