The Deemster Part 4
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Superst.i.tion was the bugbear of the Manxman, but it would die of shame at its sheer absurdity, only that it was pampered by the law. Toleration for superst.i.tion! Every man who betrayed faith in omens or portents, or charms or spells, or the power of the evil eye, should be instantly clapped in the Castle. It was but right that a rabid dog should be muzzled.
Thorkell shut the window, closed the shutters, threw off his clothes, and went back to bed. In the silence and the darkness, his thoughts took yet another turn. What madness it was, what pertness and unbelief, to reject that faith in which the best and wisest of all ages had lived and died! Had not omens and portents, and charms and spells, and the evil eye been believed in in all ages? What midget of modern days should now arise with a superior smile and say, "Behold, this is folly: Saul of Israel and Saul of Tarsus, and Samuel and Solomon, rose up and lay down in folly."
Thorkell leaped out of bed, sweating from every pore. The old woman Kerruish should be pensioned; she should live in the cozy cottage at the gates of Ballamona; she should have blankets and tea and many a snug comfort; her daughter should be brought back and married--yes, married--to some honest fellow.
The lark was loud in the sky, the rooks were stirring in the lofty ash, the swallows pecking at the lattice, when sleep came at length to Thorkell's bloodshot eyes, and he stretched himself in a short and fitful slumber. He awoke with a start. The l.u.s.ty rap of Hommy-beg was at the door of his room. There was no itinerant postman, and it was one of Hommy-beg's daily duties to go to the post-office. He had been there this morning, and was now returned with a letter for his master.
Thorkell took the letter with nervous fingers. He had recognized the seal--it was the seal of the insular Government. The letter came from Castle Rushen. He broke the seal and read:
"CASTLE RUSHEN, June 3d.
"SIR--I am instructed by his Excellency to beg you to come to Castletown without delay, and to report your arrival at the Castle to Madam Churchill, who will see you on behalf of the d.u.c.h.ess.
"I have the honor to be, etc."
The letter was signed by the Secretary to the Governor.
What did it mean? Thorkell could make nothing of it but that in some way it boded ill. In a bewildered state of semi-consciousness he ordered that a horse should be got ready and brought round to the front. Half an hour later he had risen from an untouched breakfast and was seated in the saddle.
He rode past Tynwald Hill and through Foxdale to the south. Twenty times he drew up and half-reined his horse in another direction. But he went on again. He could turn about at any time. He never turned about. At two o'clock that day he stood before the low gate of the Castle and pulled at the great clanging bell.
He seemed to be expected, and was immediately led to a chamber on the north of the courtyard. The room was small and low; it was dimly lighted by two lancet windows set deep into walls that seemed to be three yards thick. The floor was covered with a rush matting; a harp stood near the fireplace. A lady rose as Thorkell entered. She was elderly, but her dress was youthful. Her waist was short; her embroidered skirt was very long; she wore spangled shoes, and her hair was done into a knot on the top of her head.
Thorkell stood before her with the mien of a culprit. She smiled and motioned him to a seat, and sat herself.
"You have heard of the death of one of our two Deemsters?" she asked.
Thorkell's face whitened, and he bowed his head.
"A successor must soon be appointed, and the Deemster is always a Manxman; he must know the language of the common people."
Thorkell's face wore a bewildered expression. The lady's manner was very suave.
"The appointment is the gift of the Lord of the island, and the d.u.c.h.ess is asked to suggest a name."
Thorkell's face lightened. He had regained all his composure.
"The d.u.c.h.ess has heard a good account of you, Mr. Mylrea. She is told that by your great industry and--wisdom--you have raised yourself in life--become rich, in fact."
The lady's voice dropped to a tone of most insinuating suavity. Thorkell stammered some commonplace.
"Hush, Mr. Mylrea, you shall not depreciate yourself. The d.u.c.h.ess has heard that you are a man of enterprise--one who does not begrudge the penny that makes the pound."
Thorkell saw it all. He was to be made Deemster, but he was to buy his appointment. The d.u.c.h.ess had lost money of late, and the swashbuckler court she kept had lately seen some abridgment of its gaieties.
"To be brief, Mr. Mylrea, the d.u.c.h.ess has half an intention of suggesting your name for the post, but before doing so she wished me to see in what way your feelings lie with regard to it."
Thorkell's little eyes twinkled, and his lips took an upward curve. He placed one hand over his breast and bent his head.
"My feelings, madam, lie in one way only--the way of grat.i.tude," he said, meekly.
The lady's face broadened, and there was a pause.
"It is a great distinction, Mr. Mylrea," said the lady, and she drew her breath inward.
"The greater my grat.i.tude," said Thorkell.
"And how far would you go to show this grat.i.tude to the d.u.c.h.ess?"
"Any length, madam," said Thorkell, and he rose and bowed.
"The d.u.c.h.ess is at present at Bath--"
"I would go so far, and--further, madam, further," said Thorkell, and as he spoke he thrust his right hand deep into his pocket, and there--by what accident may not be said--it touched some coins that c.h.i.n.ked.
There was another pause, and then the lady rose and held out her hand, and said, in a significant tone:
"I think, sir, I may already venture to hail you as Deemster of Man."
Thorkell cantered home in great elevation of soul. The milestones fell behind him one after one, and he did not feel the burden of the way. His head was in his breast; his body was bent over his saddle-bow; again and again a trill of light laughter came from his lips. Where were his dreams now, his omens, his spells, and the power of the evil eye? He was judge of his island. He was master of his fate.
Pa.s.sing through St. John's, he covered the bleak top of the hill, and turned down toward the shady copse of Kirk Michael. Where the trees were thickest in the valley he drew rein by a low, long house that stood back to the road. It was the residence of the Bishop of the island, but it was now empty. The bishopric had been vacant these five years, and under the heavy rains from the hills and the strong winds from the sea, the old house had fallen into decay.
Thorkell sat in the saddle under the tall elms in the dim light, and his mind was busy with many thoughts. His memory went back with something akin to tenderness to the last days of old Ewan, his father; to his brother, Gilcrist, and then, by a sudden transition, to the incidents of that morning at Castle Rushen. How far in the past that morning seemed to be!
The last rook had cawed out its low guttural note, and the last gleam of daylight died off between the thick boughs of the dark trees that pattered lightly overhead, as Thorkell set off afresh.
When he arrived at Ballamona the night was dark. The Archdeacon was sitting with his daughter, who had not left her room that day. Thorkell, still booted and spurred, ran like a squirrel up the stairs and into the bedroom. In twenty hot words that were fired off like a cloud of small shot from a blunderbuss, Thorkell told what had occurred. His wife's white face showed no pleasure and betrayed no surprise. Her silence acted on Thorkell as a rebuke, and when her eyes rested on his face he turned his own eyes aside. The Archdeacon was almost speechless, but his look of astonishment was eloquent, and when Thorkell left the room he followed him out.
At supper the Archdeacon's manner was that of deep amity.
"They are prompt to appoint a Deemster," he said. "Has it not struck you as strange that the bishopric has been vacant so long?"
Thorkell laughed a little over his plate, and answered that it was strange.
"Maybe it only needs that a name should be suggested," continued the Archdeacon. "That is to say, suggested by a man of influence--a man of position--by the Deemster, for instance."
"Just that," said Thorkell, with a t.i.tter.
Then there was an interchange of further amity. When the two men rose from the table the Archdeacon said, with a conscious smile, "Of course, if you should occur--if you should ever think--if, that is, the Deemster should ever suggest a name for the bishopric--of course, he will remember that--that blood, in short, is thicker than water--_ta fuill my s'chee na ushtey_, as the Manxman says."
"I will remember it," said Thorkell, in a significant tone, and with a faint chuckle.
Satisfied with that day's work, with himself, and with the world, Thorkell then went off to bed, and lay down in peace and content, and slept the sleep of the just.
In due course Thorkell Mylrea became Deemster Ballamona.
He entered upon his duties after the briefest study of the Statute Laws.
A Manx judge dispensed justice chiefly by the Breast Laws, the unwritten code locked in his own breast, and supposed to be handed down from Deemster to Deemster. The popular superst.i.tion served Thorkell in good stead: there was none to challenge his knowledge of jurisprudence.
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