The White Gauntlet Part 46
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"It would get me that colonelcy--true as a trivet; and you, my worthy cornet, would become Captain Stubbs!"
"Zounds! why not try to take 'em then?"
"Simply because we can't. By the time we should get our vagabonds in their saddles, and ride back, every knave of them would be gone. I saw they were about to break up; and that's why I came so quickly away.
Yes--yes!" continued he, reflectingly, "they'd be scattered to the four winds, before we could get back. Besides--besides--_he_ might slip off through the darkness, and give trouble to find him afterwards! What matters to me about the others? I must make sure of _him_; and that will be best done in the daylight. To-morrow he shall be mine; the day after, the lieutenant of the Tower shall have him; and then the Star Chamber; and then--_the scaffold_!"
"But, captain," said Stubbs, in answer to the soliloquised speech, only a portion of which he had heard. "What about our worthy host, Sir Marmaduke? Can't you take _him_?"
"At any time--ha! ha! ha! And hark you, Stubbs! I've a word for you on that delicate subject. I've promised you promotion. The queen, on my recommendation, will see that you have it. But you get my endors.e.m.e.nt, only on conditions--on conditions, do you hear?"
"I do. What conditions, captain?"
"That you say nothing--either of where you've been, what you've heard, or what you've seen this night--till I give you the cue to speak."
"Not a word, by Ged! I promise that."
"Very well. It'll be to your interest, my worthy cornet, to keep your promise, if you ever expect me to call you _captain_. In time you may understand my reasons for binding you to secrecy, and in time you shall.
Meanwhile, not a whisper of where we've been to-night--least of all to Sir Marmaduke Wade. Ah! my n.o.ble knight!" continued the captain, speaking to himself, "I've now got the sun s.h.i.+ning that will thaw the ice of your aristocratic superciliousness! And you, indifferent dame!
If I mistake not your s.e.x and your sort, ere another moon has flung its mystic influence over your mind, I shall tread your indifference in the dust, make you open those loving arms, twine them around the neck of Richard Scarthe, and cry--'Be mine, dearest! mine for ever!'"
The speaker rose exultingly in his stirrups, as if he had already felt that thrilling embrace; but, in a moment after, sank back into his saddle, and sate in a cowed and cowering att.i.tude.
It was but the natural revulsion of an over-triumphant feeling--the reaction that succeeds the indulgence of an unreal and selfish conceit.
His sudden start upward had roused afresh the pain in his wounded arm.
It recalled a series of circ.u.mstances calculated to humiliate him;--his defeat--the finding of the glove--his suspicion of a rival--that a.s.signation scene, that almost made it a certainty.
All these remembrances, suggested by the sting of the still unhealed sword-wound, as they came simultaneously rolling over his soul, swept it clear of every thought of triumph; and, despite the success of his strategy, he re-entered the park of Sir Marmaduke Wade, as heavy in heart, and perhaps poorer in hope, than any tramping mendicant that had ever trodden its tree-shaded avenues.
He knew the situation of Marion's sleeping chamber. He had made it his business to ascertain that. He gazed upon the window as he rode forward. He fancied he saw a form receding behind the curtain, like some white nymph dissolving herself into the world of ether.
He checked his steed; and for a long time kept his eyes fixed upon the cas.e.m.e.nt: but nothing appeared to impart consolation. There was no light in the chamber; the cold glitter of the gla.s.s was in consonance with the chill that had crept over his spirits; and he moved on, convinced that his imagination had been mocking him.
And yet it was not so. It was a real form, and no illusion, that he had seen receding from the window--the form of Marion Wade, that more than once had appeared there since his departure.
The lamp, so opportunely extinguished, had not been re-lit. The cousins, groping their way through the darkness, had betaken themselves to bed.
What else could they do? Even though what they had seen might forbode evil to some one, what power had they to avert it?
Had there been a certainty of danger, it is true,--and to him who was the chief subject of her apprehensions,--Marion Wade could not have gone tranquilly to sleep.
Neither did she: for, although the midnight excursion of the cuira.s.sier captain and his comet might have no serious significance, coupled with the presentiment from which she was already suffering, she could not help fancying that it had.
The hour was too late for an adventure, either of gaiety or gallantry, in a rural neighbourhood, where all the world--even the wicked--should have long ago retired to rest.
For more than an hour the cousins had lain side by side--conferring on the incident that had so unexpectedly transpired. Of other confidences they had before unbosomed themselves--though much of what they intended to have said remained unspoken: on account of the distraction caused to their thoughts by this new circ.u.mstance.
Both had been perplexed,--alike unable to discover a clue to the mysterious movement of Scarthe and his comet.
After more than an hour spent in shaping conjectures, and building hypotheses, they had arrived no nearer to a rational belief, than when commencing their speculations on the subject.
Finally, Lora, less interested in the event or its consequences, laid her head complacently on the pillow, and fell off into a sleep-- determined, no doubt, to dream of Walter.
For Marion there was no such solace; no rest for her that night--with the image of Henry Holtspur hovering over her heart; and her bosom filled with vague apprehensions about his safety.
She had not tried to sleep. She had not even kept to her couch; but stealing gently from the side of her unconscious cousin, she had repeatedly sought the window; and gazed forth from it.
After going several times to and fro, she had at length stationed herself by the cas.e.m.e.nt; and there crouching in its embayment--her form shrouded by the silken tapestry--had she remained for hours, eagerly listening to every sound--listening to the rain, as it plashed heavily on roof, terrace, and trees--watching the lightning's flash--straining her eyes, while it glared, adown that long arcade between the chestnuts, that bordered the path by which the nocturnal excursionists might be expected to reappear.
Her vigil was not unrewarded. They came back at length--as they had gone--Scarthe and Stubbs, together and by themselves.
"Thank Heaven!" muttered Marion, as she caught sight of the two forms returning up the avenue, and saw that they were alone. "Thank Heaven!
Their errand, whatever it may have been, is ended. I hope it had no reference to _him_!"
Holding the curtain, so as to screen her form, she stayed in the window until the two hors.e.m.e.n had ridden up to the walls. But the darkness outside--still impenetrable except when the lightning played--prevented observation; and she only knew by the sound of their horses' hooves, that they had pa.s.sed under her window towards the rear of the mansion, and entered the courtyard--whose heavy gate she could hear closing behind them.
Then, and not till then, did she consent to surrender herself to that G.o.d, puissant as love itself; and, gently extending her white limbs alongside those of Lora, she entered upon the enjoyment of a slumber-- perhaps not so innocent, as that of her unconscious cousin--but equally profound.
Little did Scarthe suspect, that the snow-white vision, so suddenly fading from his view, was the real form of that splendid woman, now weirdly woven around his heart. Had he suspected it, he would scarce have retired to his couch; which he did with embittered spirit, and a vile vow, instead of a prayer, pa.s.sing from his lips. It was but the repet.i.tion of that vow, long since conceived to win Marion Wade--to win and wed her, by fair means or by foul.
He besought his couch, but not with the intention of going to sleep.
With a brain, so fearfully excited, he could not hope to procure repose.
Neither did he wish it. He had not even undressed himself; and his object in stretching his limbs upon a bed, was that he might the more effectually concentrate his thoughts upon his scheme of villainy.
In his homeward ride he had already traced out his course of immediate action; which, in its main features, comprehended the arrest of Henry Holtspur, and sending him under guard to the Tower of London. It was only the minor details of this preliminary design that now occupied his mind.
Before parting with his subaltern, he had given orders for thirty of his troopers to be ready to take saddle a little before daybreak; the order being accompanied by cautionary injunctions--that the men were to be aroused from their slumbers without any noise to disturb the tranquillity of the mansion--that they were to "boot and saddle" without the usual signal of the bugle; in short, that they were to get ready for the route with as much secrecy and silence as possible.
There would be just time for the cornet to have these commands executed; and, knowing the necessity of obedience to his superior, Stubbs had promptly proceeded to enforce them.
One by one, the men were awakened with all the secrecy enjoined in the order; the horses were saddled in silence; and a troop of thirty cuira.s.siers, armed _cap-a-pied_, ready to mount, stood in the courtyard, just as the first streak of grey light--denoting the approach of dawn-- became visible above the eastern horizon.
Meanwhile, Scarthe, stretched along his couch, had been maturing his plan. He had but little apprehension of failure. It was scarce probable that his enemy could escape capture. So adroitly had he managed the matter of the espionage, that Henry Holtspur could have no suspicion of what had occurred.
Scarthe had become sufficiently familiar with Walford and his ways, to know that this traitor would be true to the instincts of jealousy and vengeance. There was no fear that Holtspur would receive warning from the woodman; and from whom else could he have it? No one.
The arrest would be simple and easy. It would be only necessary to surround the house, cut off every loophole of escape, and capture the conspirator--in all probability in his bed. After that the Tower--then the Star Chamber; and Scarthe knew enough of this iniquitous tribunal, to feel sure that the sentence it would pa.s.s would for ever rid not only Walford, but himself, of a hated rival. It would also disembarra.s.s the king of a dangerous enemy; though of all the motives, inspiring Scarthe to the act, this was perhaps the weakest.
His hostility for Holtspur--though of quick and recent growth--was as deeply rooted, as if it had existed for years. To be defeated in the eyes of a mult.i.tude--struck down from his horse--compelled to cry "quarter"--he, Richard Scarthe, captain of the King's cuira.s.siers--a _preux chevalier_--a noted champion of the duello--this circ.u.mstance was of itself sufficient to inspire him with an implacable hostility towards his successful antagonist. But to suffer this humiliation in the presence of high-born women--under the eye of one whom he now loved with a fierce, l.u.s.tful pa.s.sion--worse still; one whom he had reason to believe was lovingly inclined towards his adversary--all this had embittered his heart with more than a common hatred, and filled his bosom with a wild yearning for more than a common vengeance.
It was in planning this, that he pa.s.sed the interval upon his couch; and his actions, at the end of the time, along with his muttered words, proved that he had succeeded in devising a sure scheme of retaliation.
"By heavens!" he exclaimed aloud, springing to his feet, and measuring the floor of his chamber with quick, nervous strides; "it will be a sweet revenge! She shall look upon him in _his_ hour of humiliation.
Stripped of his fine feathers, shall he appear under her window, under her aristocratic eyes--a prisoner--helpless, bayed, and brow-beaten.
Ha! ha! ha!"
The exulting laugh told how pleasant was his antic.i.p.ation of the spectacle his fancy had conjured up.
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