The Tavern Knight.............................................................................................................................................1

Rafael Sabatini .........................................................................................................................................1

CHAPTER I. ON THE MARCH .............................................................................................................1

CHAPTER II. ARCADES AMBO ..........................................................................................................6

CHAPTER III. THE LETTER ...............................................................................................................10

CHAPTER IV. AT THE SIGN OF THE MITRE.................................................................................11

CHAPTER V. AFTER WORCESTER FIELD.....................................................................................14

CHAPTER VI. COMPANIONS IN MISFORTUNE ............................................................................19

CHAPTER VII. THE TAVERN KNIGHT'S STORY..........................................................................23

CHAPTER VIII. THE TWISTED BAR ................................................................................................29

CHAPTER IX. THE BARGAIN...........................................................................................................35

CHAPTER X. THE ESCAPE ................................................................................................................40

CHAPTER XI. THE ASHBURNS ........................................................................................................43

CHAPTER XII. THE HOUSE THAT WAS ROLAND MARLEIGH'S..............................................48

CHAPTER XIII. THE METAMORPHOSIS OF KENNETH..............................................................51

CHAPTER XIV. THE HEART OF CYNTHIA ASHBURN ................................................................57

CHAPTER XV. JOSEPH'S RETURN..................................................................................................62

CHAPTER XVI. THE RECKONING ...................................................................................................67

CHAPTER XVII. JOSEPH DRIVES A BARGAIN.............................................................................74

CHAPTER XVIII. COUNTERPLOT.................................................................................................77

CHAPTER XIX. THE INTERRUPTED JOURNEY ............................................................................80

CHAPTER XX. THE CONVERTED HOGAN....................................................................................84

CHAPTER XXI. THE MESSAGE KENNETH BORE........................................................................88

CHAPTER XXII. SIR CRISPIN'S UNDERTAKING..........................................................................97

CHAPTER XXIII. GREGORY'S ATTRITION ..................................................................................100

CHAPTER XXIV. THE WOOING OF CYNTHIA ............................................................................105

CHAPTER XXV. CYNTHIA'S FLIGHT...........................................................................................110

CHAPTER XXVI. TO FRANCE........................................................................................................119

CHAPTER XXVII. THE AUBERGE DU SOLEIL ............................................................................122

He whom they called the Tavern Knight laughed an evil laugh such a laugh as might fall from the lips of

He sat within the halo of yellow light shed by two tallow candles, whose sconces were two empty bottles, and

contemptuously he eyed the youth in black, standing with white face and quivering lip in a corner of the

mean chamber. Then he laughed again, and in a hoarse voice, sorely suggestive of the bottle, he broke into

song. He lay back in his chair, his long, spare legs outstretched, his spurs jingling to the lilt of his ditty whose

On the lip so red of the wench that's sped His passionate kiss burns, stillO! For 'tis April time, and of love

So his cup he drains and he shakes his reins, And rides his rakehelly wayO! She was sweet to woo and

"Have done," he cried, in a voice of loathing, "or, if croak you must, choose a ditty less foul!"

"Eh?" The ruffler shook back the matted hair from his lean, harsh face, and a pair of eyes that of a sudden

seemed ablaze glared at his companion; then the lids drooped until those eyes became two narrow slits

"Gad's life, Master Stewart, you have a temerity that should save you from grey hairs! What is't to you what

ditty my fancy seizes on? 'Swounds, man, for three weary months have I curbed my moods, and worn my

throat dry in praising the Lord; for three months have I been a living monument of Covenanting zeal and

godliness; and now that at last I have shaken the dust of your beggarly Scotland from my heels, you the

veriest milksop that ever ran tottering from its mother's lap would chide me because, yon bottle being done, I

"When I joined Middleton's horse and accepted service under you, I held you to be at least a gentleman," was

For an instant that dangerous light gleamed again from his companion's eye. Then, as before, the lids

"Gentleman!" he mocked. "On my soul, that's good! And what may you know of gentlemen, Sir Scot? Think

you a gentleman is a Jack Presbyter, or a droning member of your kirk committee, strutting it like a crow in

"Oh, have done!" broke in the youth impetuously. "Suffer me to leave you, Sir Crispin, to your bottle, your

"Aye, go your ways, sir; you'd be sorry company for a dead man the sorriest ever my evil star led me into.

The door is yonder, and should you chance to break your saintly neck on the stairs, it is like to be well for

And with that Sir Crispin Galliard lay back in his chair once more, and took up the thread of his interrupted

But, heigho! she cried, at the Christmastide, That dead she would rather beO! Pale and wan she crept out

A loud knock that echoed ominously through the mean chamber, fell in that instant upon the door. And with

Sir Crispin's ballad broke off short, whilst the lad paused in the act of quitting the room, and turned to look to

"My wishes! Rat me, there's one without whose wishes brook less waiting! Open, fool!"

Thus rudely enjoined, the lad lifted the latch and set wide the door, which opened immediately upon the

street. Into the apartment stumbled a roughly clad man of huge frame. He was breathing hard, and fear was

writ large upon his rugged face. An instant he paused to close the door after him, then turning to Galliard,

"Hide me somewhere, Cris," he panted his accent proclaiming his Irish origin. "My God, hide me, or I'm a

"A party of Montgomery's foot is on my heels. They've raised the whole of Penrith over the affair, and if I'm

taken, soul of my body, 'twill be a short shrift they'll give me. The King will serve me as poor Wrycraft was

served two days ago at Kendal. Mother of Mercy!" he broke off, as his ear caught the clatter of feet and the

"Up those stairs and into my room with you!" said Crispin shortly. "I will try to head them off. Come, man,

Then, as with nimble alacrity Hogan obeyed him and slipped from the room, he turned to the lad, who had

been a silent spectator of what had passed. From the pocket of his threadbare doublet he drew a pack of

But the boy, comprehending what was required of him, drew back at sight of those cards as one might shrink

"To table, fool!" thundered Crispin, with a vehemence few men could have withstood. "Is this a time for

Presbyterian scruples? To table, and help a me play this game, or, by the living God, I'll " Without

completing his threat he leaned forward until Kenneth felt his hot, wineladen breath upon his cheek. Cowed

by his words, his gesture, and above all, his glance, the lad drew up a chair, mumbling in explanation

intended as an excuse to himself for his weakness that he submitted since a man's life was at stake.

Opposite him Galliard resumed his seat with a mocking smile that made him wince. Taking up the cards, he

flung a portion of them to the boy, whilst those he retained he spread fanwise in his hand as if about to play.

Nearer and louder grew the sounds of the approach, lights flashed before the window, and the two men,

"Have a care, Master Stewart," growled Crispin sourly, then in a louder voice for his quick eye had caught

a glimpse of a face that watched them from the window "I play the King of Spades!" he cried, with

A blow was struck upon the door, and with it came the command to "Open in the King's name!" Softly Sir

Crispin rapped out an oath. Then he rose, and with a last look of warning to Kenneth, he went to open. And

as he had greeted Hogan he now greeted the crowd mainly of soldiers that surged about the threshold.

In one hand he still held his cards, the other he rested upon the edge of the open door. It was a young ensign

"One of Lord Middleton's officers hath done a man to death not half an hour agone; he is an Irishman Captain

"Hogan Hogan?" repeated Crispin, after the manner of one who fumbles in his memory. "Ah, yes an

"Like enough. The King is severe since we crossed the Border." Then in a brisker tone: "I thank you for

bringing me this news," said he, "and I regret that in my poor house there be naught I can offer you wherein

to drink His Majesty's health ere you proceed upon your search. Give you good night, sir." And by drawing

"We thought," faltered the young officer, "that that perchance you would assist us by "

"Assist you!" roared Crispin, with a fine assumption of anger. "Assist you take a man? Sink me, sir, I would

"Like enough when I am not by," sneered Crispin. "The world is full of foul tongues in craven heads. But,

sirs, the night air is chill and you are come inopportunely, for, as you'll perceive, I was at play. Haply you'll

"A moment, Sir Crispin. We must search this house. He is believed to have come this way."

Crispin yawned. "I will spare you the trouble. You may take it from me that he could not be here without my

"Twill not suffice," returned the officer doggedly. "We must satisfy ourselves."

"Satisfy yourselves?" echoed the other, in tones of deep amazement. "What better satisfaction can I afford

you than my word? 'Swounds, sir jackanapes," he added, in a roar that sent the lieutenant back a pace as

though he had been struck, "am I to take it that your errand is a trumpedup business to affront me? First you

invite me to turn tipstaff, then you add your cursed innuendoes of what people say of me, and now you end

by doubting me! You must satisfy yourself!" he thundered, waxing fiercer at every word. "Linger another

moment on that threshold, and d n me, sir, I'll give you satisfaction of another flavour! Be off!"

"Appeal to the devil! Had you come hither with your errand in a seemly fashion you had found my door

thrown wide in welcome, and I had received you courteously. As it is, sir, the cause for complaint is on my

side, and complain I will. We shall see whether the King permits an old soldier who has followed the fortunes

of his family these eighteen years to be flouted by a malapert bantam of yesterday's brood!"

The subaltern paused in dismay. Some demur there was in the gathered crowd. Then the officer fell back a

pace, and consulted an elderly trooper at his elbow. The trooper was of opinion that the fugitive must have

gone farther. Moreover, he could not think, from what Sir Crispin had said, that it would have been possible

for Hogan to have entered the house. With this, and realizing that much trouble and possible loss of time

must result from Sir Crispin's obstinacy, did they attempt to force a way into the house, and bethinking

himself, also, maybe, how well this rascally ruffler stood with Lord Middleton, the ensign determined to

And so he took his leave with a venomous glance, and a parting threat to bring the matter to the King's ears,

There was a curious smile on Crispin's face as he walked slowly to the table, and resumed his seat.

"Master Stewart," he whispered, as he spread his cards anew, "the comedy is not yet played out. There is a

face glued to the window at this moment, and I make little doubt that for the next hour or so we shall be spied

The boy turned a glance of sour reproof upon his companion. He had not stirred from his chair while Crispin

"Sh! Not so loud, sweet youth," was the answer that lost nothing of menace by being subdued. "Tomorrow, if

you please, I will account to you for offending your delicate soul by suggesting a falsehood in your presence.

Tonight we have a man's life to save, and that, I think, is work enough. Come, Master Stewart, we are being

His eye, fixed in cold command upon the boy, compelled obedience. And the lad, more out of awe of that

glance than out of any desire to contribute to the saving of Hogan, mutely consented to keep up this pretence.

But in his soul he rebelled. He had been reared in an atmosphere of honourable and religious bigotry. Hogan

was to him a coarse ruffler; an evil man of the sword; such a man as he abhorred and accounted a disgrace to

any army particularly to an army launched upon England under the auspices of the Solemn League and

Hogan had been guilty of an act of brutality; he had killed a man; and Kenneth deemed himself little better,

since he assisted in harbouring instead of discovering him, as he held to be his duty. But 'neath the suasion of

Galliard's inexorable eye he sat limp and docile, vowing to himself that on the morrow he would lay the

matter before Lord Middleton, and thus not only endeavour to make amends for his present guilty silence, but

rid himself also of the companionship of this ruffianly Sir Crispin, to whom no doubt a hempen justice would

Meanwhile, he sat on and left his companion's occasional sallies unanswered. In the street men stirred and

lanthorns gleamed fitfully, whilst ever and anon a face surmounted by a morion would be pressed against the

Thus an hour wore itself out during which poor Hogan sat above, alone with his anxiety and unsavoury

Towards midnight at last Sir Crispin flung down his cards and rose. It was close upon an hour and a half

since Hogan's advent. In the streets the sounds had gradually died down, and peace seemed to reign again in

Penrith. Yet was Sir Crispin cautious for to be cautious and mistrustful of appearances was the lesson life

"Master Stewart," said he, "it grows late, and I doubt me you would be abed. Give you good night!"

"Leave tomorrow till it dawn, my friend. Give you good night. Take one of those noisome tapers with you,

In sullen silence the boy took up one of the candlebearing bottles and passed out through the door leading to

For a moment Crispin remained standing by the table, and in that moment the expression of his face was

softened. A momentary regret of his treatment of the boy stirred in him. Master Stewart might be a milksop,

but Crispin accounted him leastways honest, and had a kindness for him in spite of all. He crossed to the

window, and throwing it wide he leaned out, as if to breathe the cool night air, what time he hummed the

For a halfhour he lingered there, and for all that he used the occasion to let his mind stray over many a

theme, his eyes were alert for the least movement among the shadows of the street. Reassured at last that the

"Soul of my body!" cried Hogan ruefully, "I was never nearer being afraid in my life."

Crispin laughed softly for answer, and besought of him the tale of what had passed.

"Tis simple enough, faith," said Hogan coolly. "The landlord of The Angel hath a daughter maybe 'twas after

her he named his inn who owns a pair of the most seductive eyes that ever a man saw perdition in. She

hath, moreover, a taste for dalliance, and my brave looks and martial trappings did for her what her bold eyes

had done for me. We were becoming the sweetest friends, when, like an incarnate fiend, that loutish clown,

her lover, sweeps down upon us, and, with more jealousy than wit, struck me struck me, Harry Hogan! Soul

of my body, think of it, Cris!" And he grew red with anger at the recollection. "I took him by the collar of his

mean smock and flung him into the kennel the fittest bed he ever lay in. Had he remained there it had been

well for him; but the fool, accounting himself affronted, came up to demand satisfaction. I gave it him, and

"Ugly, maybe," returned Hogan, spreading out his palms, "but what choice had I? The fool came at me, bilbo

"Twas an accident. Sink me, it was! I sought his swordarm; but the light was bad, and my point went

For a moment Crispin stood frowning, then his brow cleared, as though he had put the matter from him.

"Heaven rest his soul!" muttered the Irishman, crossing himself piously. And with that he dismissed the

subject of the great wrong that through folly he had wrought the wanton destruction of a man's life, and the

"It will tax our wits to get you out of Penrith," said Crispin. Then, turning and looking into the Irishman's

"Not so am I," quoth Hogan with a shrug. "Such a march as this is little to my taste. Bah! Charles Stuart or

Oliver Cromwell, 'tis all one to me. What care I whether King or Commonwealth prevail? Shall Harry Hogan

be the better or the richer under one than under the other? Oddslife, Cris, I have trailed a pike or handled a

sword in wellnigh every army in Europe. I know more of the great art of war than all the King's generals

rolled into one. Think you, then, I can rest content with a miserable company of horse when plunder is

forbidden, and even our beggarly pay doubtful? Whilst, should things go ill as well they may, faith, with an

army ruled by parsons the wage will be a swift death on field or gallows, or a lingering one in the

plantations, as fell to the lot of those poor wretches Noll drove into England after Dunbar. Soul of my body, it

is not thus that I had looked to fare when I took service at Perth. I had looked for plunder, rich and plentiful

plunder, according to the usages of warfare, as a fitting reward for a toilsome march and the perils gone

"Thus I know war, and for this have I followed the trade these twenty years. Instead, we have thirty thousand

men, marching to battle as prim and orderly as a parcel of acolytes in a CorpusChristi procession. 'Twas not

so bad in Scotland haply because the country holds naught a man may profitably plunder but since we have

crossed the Border, 'slife, they'll hang you if you steal so much as a kiss from a wench in passing."

"Why, true," laughed Crispin, "the Second Charles hath an overtender stomach. He will not allow that we

are marching through an enemy's country; he insists that England is his kingdom, forgetting that he has yet to

"Was it not also his father's kingdom?" broke in the impetuous Hogan. "Yet times are sorely changed since

we followed the fortunes of the Martyr. In those days you might help yourself to a capon, a horse, a wench, or

any other trifle of the enemy's, without ever a word of censure or a question asked. Why, man, it is but two

days since His Majesty had a poor devil hanged at Kendal for laying violent hands upon a pullet. Pox on it,

Cris, my gorge rises at the thought! When I saw that wretch strung up, I swore to fall behind at the earliest

"War is my trade, not a diversion, as it is with Wilmot and Buckingham and the other pretty gentlemen of our

train. And since the King's army is like to yield me no profit, faith, I'll turn me to the Parliament's. If I get out

of Penrith with my life, I'll shave my beard and cut my hair to a comely and godly length; don a cuckoldy

steeple hat and a black coat, and carry my sword to Cromwell with a line of text."

Sir Crispin fell to pondering. Noting this, and imagining that he guessed aright the reason:

"I take it, Cris," he put in, keenly glancing at the other, "that you are much of my mind?"

There was a sudden eagerness in his tone, born of the admiration in which this rough soldier of fortune held

one whom he accounted his better in that same harsh trade. But Galliard answered coldly:

"T'sh! I have well considered. My fortunes are bound up with the King's. In his victory alone lies profit for

me; not the profit of pillage, Hogan, but the profit of those broad lands that for nigh upon twenty years have

been in usurping hands. The profit I look for, Hogan, is my restoration to Castle Marleigh, and of this my

only hope lies in the restoration of King Charles. If the King doth not prevail which God forfend! why,

then, I can but die. I shall have naught left to hope for from life. So you see, good Hogan," he ended with a

Still the Irishman urged him, and a good halfhour did he devote to it, but in vain. Realizing at last the futility

of his endeavours, he sighed and moved uneasily in his chair, whilst the broad, tanned face was clouded with

regret. Crispin saw this, and approaching him, he laid a hand upon his shoulder.

"I had counted upon your help to clear the Ashburns from Castle Marleigh and to aid me in my grim work

"Faith, I may aid you yet. Who shall say?" Then of a sudden there crept into the voice of this hardened

piketrader a note of soft concern. "Think you there be danger to yourself in remaining?" he inquired.

"Who has been a party to your escape, and whose only course is therefore silence, lest he set a noose about

his own neck. Come, Harry," he added, briskly, changing his manner, "the night wears on, and we have your

"Give me a horse," said he, "and by God's grace tomorrow shall find me in Cromwell's camp. Heaven prosper

"We must find you clothes more fitting than these a coat more staid and better attuned to the Puritan part

"My lieutenant has. He affects the godly black, from a habit taken in that Presbyterian Scotland of his."

Taking a taper, he left the room, to return a moment later with the coat that Kenneth had worn that day, and

"Off with your doublet," he commanded, and as he spoke he set himself to empty the pocket of Kenneth's

garment; a handkerchief and a few papers he found in them, and these he tossed carelessly on the bed. Next

"May the Lord forgive my sins," groaned Hogan, as he felt the cloth straining upon his back and cramping his

limbs. "May He forgive me, and see me safely out of Penrith and into Cromwell's camp, and never again will

"Truly it is written in Scripture that man in his time plays many parts. Who would have thought to see Harry

"Unless you improve your acquaintance with Scripture you are not like to play it long," laughed Crispin, as

he surveyed him. "There, man, you'll do well enough. Your coat is somewhat tight in the back, somewhat

short in the skirt; but neither so tight nor so short but that it may be preferred to a windingsheet, and that is

Hogan replied by roundly cursing the coat and his own lucklessness. That done and in no measured terms

he pronounced himself ready to set out, whereupon Crispin led the way below once more, and out into a hut

By the light of a lanthorn he saddled one of the two nags that stood there, and led it into the yard. Opening

the door that abutted on to a field beyond, he bade Hogan mount. He held his stirrup for him, and cutting

short the Irishman's voluble expressions of gratitude, he gave him "God speed," and urged him to use all

dispatch in setting as great a distance as possible betwixt himself and Penrith before the dawn.

It was with a countenance sadly dejected that Crispin returned to his chamber and sate himself wearily upon

the bed. With elbows on his knees and chin in his palms he stared straight before him, the usual steely

brightness of his grey eyes dulled by the despondency that sat upon his face and drew deep furrows down his

With a sigh he rose at last and idly fingered the papers he had taken from the pocket of Kenneth's coat. As he

did so his glance was arrested by the signature at the foot of one. "Gregory Ashburn" was the name he read.

Ashen grew his cheeks as his eyes fastened upon that name, whilst the hand, to which no peril ever brought a

tremor, shook now like an aspen. Feverishly he spread the letter on his knee, and with a glance, from dull that

Again I write in the hope that I may prevail upon you to quit Scotland and your attachment to a king, whose

fortunes prosper not, nor can prosper. Cynthia is pining, and if you tarry longer from Castle Marleigh she

must perforce think you but a laggard lover. Than this I have no more powerful argument wherewith to draw

you from Perth to Sheringham, but this I think should prevail where others have failed me. We await you

then, and whilst we wait we daily drink your health. Cynthia commends herself to your memory as doth my

brother, and soon we hope to welcome you at Castle Marleigh. Believe, my dear Kenneth, that whilst I am, I

Twice Crispin read the letter through. Then with set teeth and straining eyes he sat lost in thought.

Here indeed was a strange chance! This boy whom he had met at Perth, and enrolled in his company, was a

Long and deep were his ponderings upon the unfathomable ways of Fate for Fate he now believed was here

at work to help him, revealing herself by means of this sign even at the very moment when he decried his

luck. In memory he reviewed his meeting with the lad in the yard of Perth Castle a fortnight ago. Something

in the boy's bearing, in his air, had caught Crispin's eye. He had looked him over, then approached, and

bluntly asked his name and on what business he was come there. The youth had answered him civilly enough

that he was Kenneth Stewart of Bailienochy, and that he was come to offer his sword to the King. Thereupon

he had interested himself in the lad's behalf and had gained him a lieutenancy in his own company. Why he

was attracted to a youth on whom never before had he set eyes was a matter that puzzled him not a little. Now

This boy was sent into his life by a Heaven that at last showed compassion for the deep wrongs he had

suffered; sent him as a key wherewith, should the need occur, to open him the gates of Castle Marleigh.

In long strides he paced the chamber, turning the matter over in his mind. Aye, he would use the lad should

the need arise. Why scruple? Had he ever received aught but disdain and scorn at the hands of Kenneth.

Day was breaking ere he sought his bed, and already the sun was up when at length he fell into a troubled

sleep, vowing that he would mend his wild ways and seek to gain the boy's favour against the time when he

When later he restored the papers to Kenneth, explaining to what use he had put the coat, he refrained from

questioning him concerning Gregory Ashburn. The docility of his mood on that occasion came as a surprise

to Kenneth, who set it down to Sir Crispin's desire to conciliate him into silence touching the harbouring of

Hogan. In that same connexion Crispin showed him calmly and clearly that he could not now inform without

involving himself to an equally dangerous extent. And partly through the fear of this, partly won over by

Nor had he cause to regret it thereafter, for throughout that tedious march he found his roystering companion

singularly meek and kindly. Indeed he seemed a different man. His old swagger and roaring bluster

disappeared; he drank less, diced less, blasphemed less, and stormed less than in the old days before the halt

at Penrith; but rode, a silent, thoughtful figure, so selfcontained and of so godly a mien as would have

rejoiced the heart of the sourest Puritan. The wild tantivy boy had vanished, and the sobriquet of "Tavern

Kenneth felt drawn more towards him, deeming him a penitent that had seen at last the error of his ways. And

thus things prevailed until the almost triumphal entry into the city of Worcester on the twentythird of

For a week after the coming of the King to Worcester, Crispin's relations with Kenneth steadily improved. By

an evil chance, however, there befell on the eve of the battle that which renewed with heightened intensity the

enmity which the lad had fostered for him, but which lately he had almost overcome.

The scene of this happening leastways of that which led to it was The Mitre Inn, in the High Street of

In the commonroom one day sat as merry a company of carousers as ever gladdened the soul of an old

tantivy boy. Youthful ensigns of Lesley's Scottish horse caring never a fig for the Solemn League and

Covenant rubbed shoulders with beribboned Cavaliers of Lord Talbot's company; gay young lairds of

Pitscottie's Highlanders, unmindful of the Kirk's harsh commandments of sobriety, sat cheek by jowl with

rakehelly officers of Dalzell's Brigade, and pledged the King in many a stoup of canary and many a can of

On every hand spirits ran high and laughter filled the chamber, the mirth of some having its source in a

neighbour's quip, that of others having no source at all save in the wine they had taken.

At one table sat a gentleman of the name of Faversham, who had ridden on the previous night in that illfated

camisado that should have resulted in the capture of Cromwell at Spetchley, but which, owing to a betrayal

when was a Stuart not betrayed and sold? miscarried. He was relating to the group about him the details of

"Oddslife, gentlemen," he was exclaiming, "I tell you that, but for that roaring dog, Sir Crispin Galliard, the

whole of Middleton's regiment had been cut to pieces. There we stood on Red Hill, trapped as ever fish in a

net, with the whole of Lilburne's men rising out of the ground to enclose and destroy us. A living wall of steel

it was, and on every hand the call to surrender. There was dismay in my heart, as I'll swear there was dismay

in the heart of every man of us, and I make little doubt, gentlemen, that with but scant pressing we had

thrown down our arms, so disheartened were we by that ambush. Then of a sudden there arose above the

clatter of steel and Puritan cries, a loud, clear, defiant shout of "Hey for Cavaliers!"

"I turned, and there in his stirrups stood that madman Galliard, waving his sword and holding his company

together with the power of his will, his courage, and his voice. The sight of him was like wine to our blood.

"Into them, gentlemen; follow me!" he roared. And then, with a hurricane of oaths, he hurled his company

against the pikemen. The blow was irresistible, and above the din of it came that voice of his again: "Up,

Cavaliers! Slash the cuckolds to ribbons, gentlemen!" The cropears gave way, and like a river that has burst

its dam, we poured through the opening in their ranks and headed back for Worcester."

There was a roar of voices as Faversham ended, and around that table "The Tavern Knight" was for some

Meanwhile half a dozen merrymakers at a table hard by, having drunk themselves out of all sense of fitness,

were occupied in baiting a palefaced lad, sombrely attired, who seemed sadly out of place in that wild

The matter had been set afoot by a pleasantry of Ensign Tyler's, of Massey's dragoons, with a playful allusion

to a letter in a feminine hand which Kenneth had let fall, and which Tyler had restored to him. Quip had

followed quip until in their jests they transcended all bounds. Livid with passion and unable to endure more,

"Damnation!" he blazed, bringing his clenched hand down upon the table. "One more of your foul jests and

The suddenness of his action and the fierceness of his tone and gesture a fierceness so grotesquely

illattuned to his slender frame and clerkly attire left the company for a moment speechless with amazement.

Then a mighty burst of laughter greeted him, above which sounded the shrill voice of Tyler, who held his

"Oh, fie, fie, good Master Stewart!" he gasped. "What think you would the reverend elders say to this

"And what think you would the King say to this drunken poltroonery of yours?" was the hot unguarded

answer. "Poltroonery, I say," he repeated, embracing the whole company in his glance.

The laughter died down as Kenneth's insult penetrated their befuddled minds. An instant's lull there was, like

the lull in nature that precedes a clap of thunder. Then, as with one accord, a dozen of them bore down upon

It was a vile thing they did, perhaps; but then they had drunk deep, and Kenneth Stewart counted no friend

amongst them. In an instant they had him, kicking and biting, on the floor; his doublet was torn rudely open,

and from his breast Tyler plucked the letter whose existence had led to this shameless scene.

Pausing, they turned to confront a tall, gaunt man in a leather jerkin and a broad hat decked by goosequill,

"The Tavern Knight," cried one, and the shout of "A rouse for the hero of Red Hill!" was taken up on every

hand. For despite his sour visage and ungracious ways there was not a roysterer in the Royal army to whom

But as he now advanced, the coldness of his bearing and the forbidding set of his face froze them into silence.

Taken aback, Tyler hesitated for a second, whilst Crispin waited with hand outstretched. Vainly did he look

round for sign or word of help or counsel. None was afforded him by his fellowrevellers, who one and all

Seeing himself thus unsupported, and far from wishing to try conclusions with Galliard, Tyler with an ill

grace surrendered the paper; and, with a pleasant bow and a word of thanks, delivered with never so slight a

saturnine smile, Crispin turned on his heel and left the tavern as abruptly as he had entered it.

The din it was that had attracted him as he passed by on his way to the Episcopal Palace where a part of his

company was on guard duty. Thither he now pursued his way, bearing with him the letter which so

opportunely he had become possessed of, and which he hoped might throw further light upon Kenneth's

But as he reached the palace there was a quick step behind him. and a hand fell upon his arm. He turned.

"Ah, 'tis you, Kenneth," he muttered, and would have passed on, but the boy's hand took him by the sleeve.

"I have done nothing to deserve your thanks. Give you good evening." And he made shift to mount the steps

"You are forgetting the letter, Sir Crispin," he ventured, and he held out his hand to receive it.

Galliard saw the gesture, and for a moment it crossed his mind in selfreproach that the part he chose to play

was that of a bully. A second he hesitated. Should he surrender the letter unread, and fight on without the aid

of the information it might bring him? Then the thought of Ashburn and of his own deep wrongs that cried

out for vengeance, overcame and stifled the generous impulse. His manner grew yet more frozen as he made

"There has been too much ado about this letter to warrant my so lightly parting with it. First I will satisfy

myself that I have been no unconscious abettor of treason. You shall have your letter tomorrow, Master

"Treason!" echoed Kenneth. And before that cold rebuff of Crispin's his mood changed from conciliatory to

"I assure you, on my honour," said he, mastering his feelings, "that this is but a letter from the lady I hope to

"Master Stewart, I am resolved, and were you to talk from now till doomsday, you would not turn me from

"Sir Crispin," cried the boy, his voice quavering with passion, "while I live you shall not read that letter!"

"Hoitytoity, sir! What words! What heroics! And yet you would have me believe this paper innocent?"

"As innocent as the hand that penned it, and if I so oppose your reading it, it is because thus much I owe her.

Believe me, sir," he added, his accents returning to a beseeching key, "when again I swear that it is no more

than such a letter any maid may write her lover. I thought that you had understood all this when you rescued

me from those bullies at The Mitre. I thought that what you did was a noble and generous deed. Instead "

"There can be no instead, Sir Crispin. You will not mar so good an action now. You will give me my letter,

Callous though he was, Crispin winced. The breeding of earlier days so sadly warped, alas! cried out

within him against the lie that he was acting by pretending to suspect treason in that woman's pothooks.

Instincts of gentility and generosity long dead took life again, resuscitated by that call of conscience. He was

"There, take your letter, boy, and plague me no more," he growled, as he held it out to Kenneth. And without

waiting for reply or acknowledgment, he turned on his heel, and entered the palace. But he had yielded

overlate to leave a good impression and, as Kenneth turned away, it was with a curse upon Galliard, for

The morn of the third of September that date so propitious to Cromwell, so disastrous to Charles found

Crispin the centre of a company of gentlemen in battleharness, assembled at The Mitre Inn. For a toast he

"Sirs," quoth he, "a fair beginning to a fair day. God send the evening find us as merry."

It was not to be his good fortune, however, to be in the earlier work of the day. Until afternoon he was kept

within the walls of Worcester, chafing to be where hard knocks were being dealt with Montgomery at

Powick Bridge, or with Pittscottie on Bunn's Hill. But he was forced to hold his mood in curb, and wait until

It came at last, and with it came the disastrous news that Montgomery was routed, and Pittscottie in full

retreat, whilst Dalzell had surrendered, and Keith was taken. Then was it that the main body of the Royal

army formed up at the Sidbury Gate, and Crispin found himself in the centre, which was commanded by the

King in person. In the brilliant charge that followed there was no more conspicuous figure, no voice rang

louder in encouragement to the men. For the first time that day Cromwell's Ironsides gave back before the

Royalists, who in that fierce, irresistible charge, swept all before them until they had reached the battery on

It was a glorious moment, a moment in which the fortunes of the day hung in the balance; the turn of the tide

Crispin was among the first to reach the guns, and with a great shout of "Hurrah for Cavaliers!" he had cut

down two gunners that yet lingered. His cry lacked not an echo, and a deafening cheer broke upon the

clamorous air as the Royalists found themselves masters of the position. Up the hill on either side pressed the

Duke of Hamilton and the Earl of Derby to support the King. It but remained for Lesley's Scottish horse to

follow and complete the rout of the Parliamentarian forces. Had they moved at that supreme moment who

shall say what had been the issue of Worcester field? But they never stirred, and the Royalists waiting on

With bitterness did they then realize that their great effort was to be barren, their gallant charge in vain.

And presently, when Cromwell had gathered his scattered Ironsides, that gallant host was driven fighting,

down the hill and back to the shelter of Worcester. With the Roundheads pressing hotly upon them they

gained at last the Sidbury Gate, but only to find that an overset ammunition wagon blocked the entrance. In

this plight, and without attempting to move it, they faced about to make a last stand against the Puritan

Charles had flung himself from his charger and climbed the obstruction, and in this he was presently followed

In the High Street Galliard came upon the King, mounted on a fresh horse, addressing a Scottish regiment of

foot. The soldiers had thrown down their arms and stood sullenly before him, refusing to obey his command

to take them up again and help him attempt, even at that late hour, to retrieve the fortunes of the day. Crispin

looked on in scorn and loathing. His passions awakened at the sight of Lesley's inaction needed but this last

breath to fan it into a very blaze of wrath. And what he said to them touching themselves, their country, and

the Kirk Committee that had made sheep of them, was so bitter and contemptuous that none but men in the

He was still hurling vituperations at them when Colonel Pride with a troop of Parliamentarian horse having

completely overcome the resistance at the Sidbury Gate rode into the town. At the news of this, Crispin

"Afoot, you Scottish curs!" he thundered. "Would you rather be cut to pieces as you stand? Up, you dogs, and

But in vain did he rail. In sullen quiet they remained, their weapons on the ground before them. And then, as

Crispin was turning away to see to his own safety, the King rode up again, and again he sought to revive the

courage that was dead in those Scottish hearts. If they would not stand by him, he cried at last, let them slay

him there, sooner than that he should be taken captive to perish on the scaffold.

"Will you stand here until you are taken, sire?" he cried. "Leave them, and look to your safety."

Charles turned a wondering eye upon the resolute, battlegrimed face of the man that thus addressed him. A

"You are right, sir," he made answer. "Attend me." And turning about he rode down a side street with

With the intention of doffing his armour and changing his apparel, he made for the house in New Street

where he had been residing. As they drew up before the door, Crispin, chancing to look over his shoulder,

The King looked round, and at sight of the Parliamentarians, "It is ended," he muttered despairingly. But

"Dismount, sire," he roared, and he assisted him so vigorously as to appear to drag him out of the saddle.

"Which way?" demanded Charles, looking helplessly from left to right. "Which way?"

But Crispin's quick mind had already shaped a plan. Seizing the royal arm for who in such straits would

deal ceremoniously? he thrust the King across the threshold, and, following, closed the door and shot its

only bolt. But the shout set up by the Puritans announced to them that their movement had been detected.

The King turned upon Sir Crispin, and in the halflight of the passage wherein they stood Galliard made out

His last words were almost drowned in the din without, as the Roundheads pulled up before the house.

"By the back, sire," was the impatient answer. "Through door or window as best you can. The back must

overlook the CornMarket; that is your way. But hasten in God's name hasten! ere they bethink them of it

Crispin stamped his foot, and turned a face livid with impatience upon his King. In that moment all

"I must remain," he answered, speaking quickly. "That crazy door will not hold for a second once a stout man

sets his shoulder to it. After the door they will find me, and for your sake I trust I may prove of stouter stuff.

Fare you well, sire," he ended in a softer tone. "God guard Your Majesty and send you happier days."

A shower of blows clattered upon the timbers of the door, and one of its panels was splintered by a

musketshot. Charles saw it, and with a muttered word that was not caught by Crispin, he obeyed the knight,

Scarce had he disappeared down that narrow passage, when the door gave way completely and with a mighty

crash fell in. Over the ruins of it sprang a young Puritanscarce more than a boy shouting: "The Lord of

But ere he had taken three strides the point of Crispin's tucksword gave him pause.

"Back, son of Moab!" was the Roundhead's retort. "Hinder me not, at your peril."

Behind him, in the doorway, pressed others, who cried out to him to cut down the Amalekite that stood

between them and the young man Charles Stuart. But Crispin laughed grimly for answer, and kept the officer

"Back, or I cut you down," threatened the Roundhead. "I am seeking the malignant Stuart."

"If by those blasphemous words you mean his sacred Majesty, learn that he is where you will never be in

Their swords met, and for a moment they ground one against the other; then Crispin's blade darted out, swift

The boy hurtled back into the arms of those behind, and as he fell he dropped his rapier, which rolled almost

to Crispin's feet. The knight stooped, and when again he stood erect, confronting the rebels in that narrow

There was a momentary pause in the onslaught, then to his dismay Crispin saw the barrel of a musket pointed

at him over the shoulder of one of his foremost assailants. He set his teeth for what was to come, and braced

The end was at hand, he thought, and a fitting end, since his last hope of redress was gonedestroyed by that

But of a sudden a cry rang out in a voice wherein rage and anguish were blended fearfully, and

"Take him alive!" was the cry of that voice. "Take him alive!" It was Colonel Pride himself, who having

pushed his way forward, now beheld the bleeding body of the youth Crispin had slain. "Take him alive!"

roared the old man. Then his voice changing to one of exquisite agony "My son, my boy," he moaned.

At a glance Crispin caught the situation; but the old Puritan's grief left him unmoved.

"You must have me alive?" he laughed grimly. "Gadslife, but the honour is like to cost you dear. Well, sirs?

Who will be next to court the distinction of dying by the sword of a gentleman?" he mocked them. "Come on,

His answer was an angry growl, and straightway two men sprang forward. More than two could not attack

him at once by virtue of the narrowness of the passage. Again steel clashed on steel. Crispin lithe as a

A disengage and a double he foiled with ease, then by a turn of the wrist he held for a second one opponent's

blade; and before the fellow could disengage again, he had brought his righthand sword across, and stabbed

him in the neck. Simultaneously his other opponent had rushed in and thrust. It was a risk Crispin was forced

to take, trusting to his armour to protect him. It did him the service he hoped from it; the trooper's sword

glanced harmlessly aside, whilst the fellow himself, overbalanced by the fury of his onslaught, staggered

helplessly forward. Ere he could recover, Crispin had spitted him from side to side betwixt the straps that

As the two men went down, one after the other, the watching troopers set up a shout of rage, and pressed

forward in a body. But the Tavern Knight stood his ground, and his points danced dangerously before the

eyes of the two foremost. Alarmed, they shouted to those behind to give them room to handle their swords;

but too late. Crispin had seen the advantage, and taken it. Twice he had thrust, and another two sank bleeding

At that there came a pause, and somewhere in the street a knot of them expostulated with Colonel Pride, and

begged to be allowed to pick off that murderous malignant with their pistols. But the griefstricken father

was obdurate. He would have the Amalekite alive that he might cause him to die a hundred deaths in one.

And so two more were sent in to try conclusions with the indomitable Galliard. They went to work more

warily. He on the left parried Crispin's stroke, then knocking up the knight's blade, he rushed in and seized his

wrist, shouting to those behind to follow up. But even as he did so, Crispin sent back his other antagonist,

howling and writhing with the pain of a transfixed swordarm, and turned his full attention upon the foe that

clung to him. Not a second did he waste in thought. To have done so would have been fatal. Instinctively he

knew that whilst he shortened his blade, others would rush in; so, turning his wrist, he caught the man a

Fulminated by that terrific stroke, the man reeled back into the arms of another who advanced.

Again there fell a pause. Then silently a Roundhead charged Sir Crispin with a pike. He leapt nimbly aside,

and the murderous lunge shot past him; as he did so he dropped his lefthand sword and caught at the

halberd. Exerting his whole strength in a mighty pull, he brought the fellow that wielded it toppling forward,

Covered with blood the blood of others Crispin stood before them now. He was breathing hard and

sweating at every pore, but still grim and defiant. His strength, he realized, was ebbing fast. Yet he shook

himself, and asked them with a gibing laugh did they not think that they had better shoot him.

The Roundheads paused again. The fight had lasted but a few moments, and already five of them were

stretched upon the ground, and a sixth disabled. There was something in the Tavern Knight's attitude and

terrific, bloodbespattered appearance that deterred them. From out of his powderblackened face his eyes

flashed fiercely, and a mocking diabolical smile played round the corners of his mouth. What manner of man,

they asked themselves, was this who could laugh in such an extremity? Superstition quickened their alarm as

they gazed upon his undaunted front, and told themselves this was no man they fought against, but the foul

They snarled for answer, yet hung back until Colonel Pride's voice shook them into action. In a body they

charged him now, so suddenly and violently that he was forced to give way. Cunningly did he ply his sword

before them, but ineffectually. They had adopted fresh tactics, and engaging his blade they acted cautiously

Sir Crispin guessed their scheme at last, and vainly did he try to hold his ground; his retreat slackened

perhaps, but it was still a retreat, and their defensive action gave him no opening. Vainly, yet by every trick

of fence he was master of, did he seek to lure the two foremost into attacking him; stolidly they pursued the

At last he reached the staircase, and he realized that did he allow himself to go farther he was lost

irretrievably. Yet farther was he driven; despite the strenuous efforts he put forth, until on his right there was

room for a man to slip on to the stairs and take him in the flank. Twice one of his opponents essayed it, and

twice did Galliard's deadly point repel him. But at the third attempt the man got through, another stepped into

his place in front, and thus from two, Crispin's immediate assailants became increased to three.

He realized that the end was at hand, and wildly did he lay about him, but to no purpose. And presently, he

who had gained the stairs leaped suddenly upon him sideways, and clung to his swordarm. Before he could

make a move to shake himself free, the two that faced him had caught at his other arm.

Like one possessed he struggled then, for the sheer lust of striving; but they that held him gripped effectively.

Thrice they bore him struggling to the ground, and thrice he rose again and sought to shake them from him as

a bull shakes off a pack of dogs. But they held fast, and again they forced him down; others sprang to their

"Sirs, you need not," he answered, gasping. "I yield me. Take my sword. I'll do your bidding."

The fight was fought and lost, but it had been a great Homeric struggle, and he rejoiced almost that upon so

worthy a scene of his life was the curtain to fall, and again to hope that, thanks to the stand he had made, the

Through the streets of Worcester the Roundheads dragged Sir Crispin, and for all that he was as hard and

callous a man as any that ever buckled on a cuirass, the horrors that in going he beheld caused him more than

The place was become a shambles, and the very kennels ran with blood. The Royalist defeat was by now

complete, and Cromwell's fanatic butchers overran the town, vying to outdo one another in savage cruelty

and murder. Houses were being broken into and plundered, and their inmates resisting or unresisting;

armed or unarmed; men, women and children alike were pitilessly being put to the sword. Charged was the

air of Worcester with the din of that fierce massacre. The crashing of shivered timbers, as doors were beaten

in, mingled with the clatter and grind of sword on sword, the crack of musket and pistol, the clank of armour,

And above all rang out the fierce, raucous blasphemy of the slayers, and the shrieks of agony, the groans, the

All this Sir Crispin saw and heard, and in the misery of it all, he for the while forgot his own sorry condition,

and left unheeded the pikebutt wherewith the Puritan at his heels was urging him along.

They paused at length in a quarter unknown to him before a tolerably large house. Its doors hung wide, and

across the threshold, in and out, moved two continuous streams of officers and men.

A while Crispin and his captors stood in the spacious hall; then they ushered him roughly into one of the

abutting rooms. Here he was brought face to face with a man of middle height, red and coarse of countenance

and large of nose, who stood fully armed in the centre of the chamber. His head was uncovered, and on the

table at his side stood the morion he had doffed. He looked up as they entered, and for a few seconds rested

his glance sourly upon the lank, boldeyed prisoner, who coldly returned his stare.

"Whom have we here?" he inquired at length, his scrutiny having told him nothing.

"One whose offence is too heinous to have earned him a soldier's death, my lord," answered Pride.

"Therein you lie, you damned rebel!" cried Crispin. "If accuse you must, announce the truth. Tell Master

Cromwell" for he had guessed the man's identity "that singlehanded I held my own against you and a

score of you curs, and that not until I had cut down seven of them was I taken. Tell him that, master

psalmsinger, and let him judge whether you lied or not. Tell him, too, that you, who "

"Have done!" cried Cromwell at length, stamping his foot. "Peace, or I'll have you gagged. Now, Colonel, let

At great length, and with endless interlarding of proverbs did Pride relate how this impious malignant had

been the means of the young man, Charles Stuart, making good his escape when otherwise he must have

fallen into their hands. He accused him also of the murder of his son and of four other stout, Godfearing

The Lord General's answer took expression in a form that was little puritanical. Then, checking himself:

"He is the second they have brought me within ten minutes charged with the same offence," said he. "The

other one is a young fool who gave Charles Stuart his horse at Saint Martin's Gate. But for him again the

"You will do well, sir," he muttered sourly, "to address the Lord on your own behalf. As for that young man

of Baal, your master, rejoice not yet in his escape. By the same crowning mercy in which the Lord hath

vouchsafed us victory today shall He also deliver the malignant youth into my hands. For your share in

retarding his capture your life, sir, shall pay forfeit. You shall hang at daybreak together with that other

"I shall at least hang in good company," said Crispin pleasantly, "and for that, sir, I give you thanks."

"You will pass the night with that other fool," Cromwell continued, without heeding the interruption, "and I

pray that you may spend it in such meditation as shall fit you for your end. Take him away."

Crispin caught not his answer, but his halfwhispered words were earnest and pleading. Cromwell shook his

"I cannot sanction it. Let it satisfy you that he dies. I condole with you in your bereavement, but it is the

fortune of war. Let the thought that your son died in a godly cause be of comfort to you. Bear in mind,

Colonel Pride, that Abraham hesitated not to offer up his child to the Lord. And so, fare you well."

Colonel Pride's face worked oddly, and his eyes rested for a second upon the stern, unmoved figure of the

Tavern Knight in malice and vindictiveness. Then, shrugging his shoulders in token of unwilling resignation,

In the hall again they kept him waiting for some moments, until at length an officer came up, and bidding him

follow, led the way to the guardroom. Here they stripped him of his backandbreast, and when that was

done the officer again led the way, and Crispin followed between two troopers. They made him mount three

flights of stairs, and hurried him along a passage to a door by which a soldier stood mounting guard. At a

word from the officer the sentry turned, and unfastening the heavy bolts, he opened the door. Roughly the

Crispin obeyed him silently, and crossed the threshold to find himself within a mean, gloomy chamber, and to

hear the heavy door closed and made fast again behind him. His stout heart sank a little as he realized that

that closed door shut out to him the world for ever; but once again would he cross that threshold, and that

Then something stirred in one of that room's dark corners, and he started, to see that he was not alone,

remembering that Cromwell had said he was to have a companion in his last hours.

"Master Stewart!" he exclaimed, recognizing his companion. "So it was you gave the King your horse at the

Saint Martin's Gate! May Heaven reward you. Gadswounds," he added, "I had little thought to meet you

"By your good leave and with your help I'll make as merry as a man may whose sands are all but run. The

Lord General whom the devil roast in his time will make a pendulum of me at daybreak, and gives me the

"Were we ever companions in aught else? Come, sir, be of better cheer. Since it is to be our last night in this

"Twill clearly be difficult," answered Crispin, with a laugh. "Were we in Christian hands they'd not deny us a

black jack over which to relish our last jest, and to warm us against the night air, which must be chill in this

garret. But these cropears ..." He paused to peer into the pitcher on the table. "Water! Pah! A scurvy lot,

"Every thought, good youth, every thought, and I would fain prepare me for the morning's dance in a more

Kenneth drew back in horror. His old dislike for Crispin was all aroused by this indecent flippancy at such a

time. Just then the thought of spending the night in his company almost effaced the horror of the gallows

Noting the movement, Crispin laughed disdainfully, and walked towards the window. It was a small opening,

by which two iron bars, set crosswise, defied escape. Moreover, as Crispin looked out, he realized that a more

effective barrier lay in the height of the window itself. The house overlooked the river on that side; it was

built upon an embankment some thirty feet high; around this, at the base of the edifice, and some forty feet

below the window, ran a narrow pathway protected by an iron railing. But so narrow was it, that had a man

sprung from the casement of Crispin's prison, it was odds he would have fallen into the river some seventy

feet below. Crispin turned away with a sigh. He had approached the window almost in hope; he quitted it in

Kenneth had resumed his seat in the corner, and, wrapped in his cloak, he sat steeped in meditation, his

comely young face seared with lines of pain. As Crispin looked upon him then, his heart softened and went

out to the lad went out as it had done on the night when first he had beheld him in the courtyard of Perth

He recalled the details of that meeting; he remembered the sympathy that had drawn him to the boy, and how

Kenneth had at first appeared to reciprocate that feeling, until he came to know him for the rakehelly, godless

ruffler that he was. He thought of the gulf that gradually had opened up between them. The lad was righteous

and Godfearing, truthful and sober, filled with stern ideals by which he sought to shape his life. He had

taxed Crispin with his dissoluteness, and Crispin, despising him for a milksop, had returned to his disgust

with mockery, and had found a fiendish pleasure in arousing that disgust at every turn.

Tonight, as Crispin eyed the youth, and remembered that at dawn he was to die in his company, he realized

that he had used him ill, that his behaviour towards him had been that of the dissolute ruffler he was become,

"Kenneth," he said at length, and his voice bore so unusually mild a ring that the lad looked up in surprise. "I

have heard tell that it is no uncommon thing for men upon the threshold of eternity to seek to repair some of

Kenneth shuddered. Crispin's words reminded him again of his approaching end. The ruffler paused a

moment, as if awaiting a reply or a word of encouragement. Then, as none came, he continued:

"I am not one of your repentant sinners, Kenneth. I have lived my life God, what a life! and as I have

lived I shall die, unflinching and unchanged. Dare one to presume that a few hours spent in whining prayers

shall atone for years of reckless dissoluteness? "Tis a doctrine of cravens, who, having lacked in life the

strength to live as conscience bade them, lack in death the courage to stand by that life's deeds. I am no such

traitor to myself. If my life has been vile my temptations have been sore, and the rest is in God's hands. But in

my course I have sinned against many men; many a tall fellow's life have I wantonly wrecked; some, indeed,

I have even taken in wantonness or anger. They are not by, nor, were they, could I now make amends. But

you at least are here, and what little reparation may lie in asking pardon I can make. When I first saw you at

Perth it was my wish to make you my friend a feeling I have not had these twenty years towards any man. I

failed. How else could it have been? The dove may not nest with the carrion bird."

"Say no more, sir," cried Kenneth, genuinely moved, and still more amazed by this curious humility in one

whom he had never known other than arrogant and mocking. "I beseech you, say no more. For what trifling

wrongs you may have done me I forgive you as freely as I would be forgiven. Is it not written that it shall be

"A little more I must say, Kenneth," answered the other, leaving the outstretched hand unheeded. "The

feeling that was born in me towards you at Perth Castle is on me again. I seek not to account for it. Perchance

it springs from my recognition of the difference betwixt us; perchance I see in you a reflection of what once I

was myself honourable and true. But let that be. The sun is setting over yonder, and you and I will behold it

no more. That to me is a small thing. I am weary. Hope is dead; and when that is dead what does it signify

that the body die also? Yet in these last hours that we shall spend together I would at least have your esteem. I

would have you forget my past harshness and the wrongs that I may have done you down to that miserable

affair of your sweetheart's letter, yesterday. I would have you realize that if I am vile, I am but such as a vile

world hath made me. And tomorrow when we go forth together, I would have you see in me at least a man in

"Shall I tell you my story, Kenneth? I have a strong desire to go over this poor life of mine again in memory,

and by giving my thoughts utterance it may be that they will take more vivid shape. For the rest my tale may

wile away a little of the time that's left, and when you have heard me you shall judge me, Kenneth. What say

Despite the parlous condition whereunto the fear of the morrow had reduced him, this new tone of Galliard's

so wrought upon him then that he was almost eager in his request that Sir Crispin should unfold his story.

Sir Crispin walked from the window by which he had been standing, to the rough bed, and flung himself full

length upon it. The only chair that dismal room contained was occupied by Kenneth. Galliard heaved a sigh

"Fore George, I knew not I was so tired," he murmured. And with that he lapsed for some moments into

silence, his brows contracted in the frown of one who collects his thoughts. At length he began, speaking in

calm, unemotional tones that held perchance deeper pathos than a more passionate utterance could have

"Long ago twenty years ago I was, as I have said, an honourable lad, to whom the world was a fair

garden, a place of rosebuds, fragrant with hope. Those, Kenneth, were my illusions. They are the illusions of

youth; they are youth itself, for when our illusions are gone we are no longer young no matter what years we

count. Keep your illusions, Kenneth; treasure them, hoard them jealously for as long as you may."

"I dare swear, sir," answered the lad, with bitter humour, "that such illusions as I have I shall treasure all my

"'Slife, I had indeed forgotten. For the moment I had gone back twenty years, and tomorrow was none so

near." He laughed softly, as though his lapse of memory amused him. Then he resumed:

"I was the only son, Kenneth, of the noblest gentleman that ever lived the heir to an ancient, honoured

"They lie who say that from the dawn we may foretell the day. Never was there a brighter dawn than that of

"Our lands were touched upon the northern side by those of a house with which we had been at feud for two

hundred years and more. Puritans they were, stern and haughty in their ungodly righteousness. They held us

dissolute because we enjoyed the life that God had given us, and there I am told the hatred first began.

"When I was a lad of your years, Kenneth, the hall ours was the castle, theirs the hall was occupied by

two young sparks who made little shift to keep up the pious reputation of their house. They dwelt there with

their mother a woman too weak to check their ways, and holding, mayhap, herself, views not altogether

puritanical. They discarded the sober black their forbears had worn for generations, and donned gay Cavalier

garments. They let their lovelocks grow; set plumes in their castors and jewels in their ears; they drank

deep, ruffled it with the boldest and decked their utterance with great oaths for to none doth blasphemy

come more readily than to lips that in youth have been overmuch shaped in unwilling prayer.

"Me they avoided as they would a plague, and when at times we met, our salutations were grave as those of,

men on the point of crossing swords. I despised them for their coarse, ruffling apostasy more than ever my

father had despised their father for a bigot, and they guessing or knowing by instinct what was in my mind

held me in deeper rancour even than their ancestors had done mine. And more galling still and yet a sharper

spur to their hatred did those whelps find in the realization that all the countryside held, as it had held for

ages, us to be their betters. A hard blow to their pride was that, but their revenge was not long in coming.

"It chanced they had a cousin a maid as sweet and fair and pure as they were hideous and foul. We met in

the meads she and I. Spring was the time God! It seems but yesterday! and each in our bearing towards

the other forgot the traditions of the names we bore. And as at first we had met by chance, so did we meet

later by contrivance, not once or twice, but many times. God, how sweet she was! How sweet was all the

world! How sweet it was to live and to be young! We loved. How else could it have been? What to us were

traditions, what to us the hatred that for centuries had held our families asunder? In us it lay to set aside all

"And so I sought my father. He cursed me at first for an unnatural son who left unheeded the dictates of our

blood. But anon, when on my knees I had urged my cause with all the eloquent fervour that is but of youth

youth that loves my father cursed no more. His thoughts went back maybe to the days of his own youth,

and he bade me rise and go awooing as I listed. Nay, more than that he did. The first of our name was he out

of ten generations to set foot across the threshold of the hall; he went on my behalf to sue for their cousin's

"Then was their hour. To them that had been taught the humiliating lesson that we were their betters, one of

us came suing. They from whom the countryside looked for silence when one of us spoke, had it in their

hands at length to say us nay. And they said it. What answer my father made them, Kenneth, I know not, but

very white was his face when I met him on the castle steps on his return. In burning words he told me of the

insult they had put upon him, then silently he pointed to the Toledo that two years before he had brought me

out of Spain, and left me. But I had understood. Softly I unsheathed that virgin blade and read the Spanish

inscription, that through my tears of rage and shame seemed blurred; a proud inscription was it, instinct with

the punctilio of proud Spain "Draw me not without motive, sheathe me not without honour." Motive there

was and to spare; honour I swore there should be; and with that oath, and that brave sword girt to me, I set out

"I lost that sword years ago," said he musingly. "The sword and I have been close friends in life, but my

companion has been a blade of coarser make, carrying no inscriptions to prick at a man's conscience and

Twilight shadows were gathering in their garret, and as he turned his face towards the youth, he was unable to

make out his features; but his tone had been eager, and Crispin noted that he sat with head bent forward and

"It interests you, eh? Ah, well hot foot I went to the hall, and with burning words I called upon those dogs

to render satisfaction for the dishonour they had put upon my house. Will you believe, Kenneth, that they

denied me? They sheltered their craven lives behind a shield of mock valour. They would not fight a boy,

they said, and bade me get my beard grown when haply they would give ear to my grievance.

"And so, a shame and rage a hundredfold more bitter than that which I had borne thither did I carry thence.

My father bade me treasure up the memory of it against the time when my riper years should compel them to

attend me, and this, by my every hope of heaven, I swore to do. He bade me further efface for ever from my

mind all thought or hope of union with their cousin, and though I made him no answer at the time, yet in my

heart I promised to obey him in that, too. But I was young scarce twenty. A week without sight of my

mistress and I grew sick with despair. Then at length I came upon her, pale and tearful, one evening, and in

an agony of passion and hopelessness I flung myself at her feet, and implored her to keep true to me and wait,

and she, poor maid, to her undoing swore that she would. You are yourself a lover, Kenneth, and you may

guess something of the impatience that anon beset me. How could I wait? I asked her this.

"Some fifty miles from the castle there was a little farm, in the very heart of the country, which had been left

me by a sister of my mother's. Thither I now implored her to repair with me. I would find a priest to wed us,

and there we should live a while in happiness, in solitude, and in love. An alluring picture did I draw with all

a lover's cunning, and to the charms of it she fell a victim. We fled three days later.

"We were wed in the village that pays allegiance to the castle, and thereafter we travelled swiftly and

undisturbed to that little homestead. There in solitude, with but two servants a man and a maid whom I

could trust we lived and loved, and for a season, brief as all happiness is doomed to be, we were happy. Her

cousins had no knowledge of that farm of mine, and though they searched the country for many a mile

around, they searched in vain. My father knew as I learned afterwards but deeming that what was done

might not be undone, he held his peace. In the following spring a babe was born to us, and our bliss made

"Twas a month or so after the birth of our child that the blow descended. I was away, enjoying alone the

pleasures of the chase; my man was gone a journey to the nearest town, whence he would not return until the

morrow. Oft have I cursed the folly that led me to take my gun and go forth into the woods, leaving no

"I returned earlier than I had thought to do, led mayhap by some angel that sought to have me back in time.

But I came too late. At my gate I found two freshly ridden horses tethered, and it was with a dull foreboding

in my heart that I sprang through the open door. Within O God, the anguish of it! stretched on the floor I

beheld my love, a gaping swordwound in her side, and the ground all bloody about her. For a moment I

stood dumb in the spell of that horror, then a movement beyond, against the wall, aroused me, and I beheld

"In that fell hour, Kenneth, my whole nature changed, and one who had ever been gentle was transformed

into the violent, passionate man that you have known. As my eye encountered then her cousins, my blood

seemed on the instant curdled in my veins; my teeth were set hard; my nerves and sinews knotted; my hands

instinctively shifted to the barrel of my fowlingpiece and clutched it with the fierceness that was in me the

"For a moment I stood swaying there, my eyes upon them, and holding their craven glances fascinated. Then

with a roar I leapt forward, the stock of my fowlingpiece swung high above my head. And, as God lives,

Kenneth, I had sent them straight to hell ere they could have raised a hand or made a cry to stay me. But as I

sprang my foot slipped in the blood of my beloved, and in my fall I came close to her where she lay. The

"I scarce knew what I did, but as I lay beside her it came to me that I did not wish to rise again that already

I had lived overlong. It came to me that, seeing me fallen, haply those cowards would seize the chance to

make an end of me as I lay. I wished it so in that moment's frenzy, for I made no attempt to rise or to defend

myself; instead I set my arms about my poor murdered love, and against her cold cheek I set my face that was

"And thus I lay, nor did they keep me long. A sword was passed through me from back to breast, whilst he

who did it cursed me with a foul oath. The room grew dim; methought it swayed and that the walls were

tottering; there was a buzz of sound in my ears, then a piercing cry in a baby voice. At the sound of it I

vaguely wished for the strength to rise. As in the distance, I heard one of those butchers cry, "Haste, man; slit

"My God, how horrible!" he cried. "But you were avenged, Sir Crispin," he added eagerly; "you were

"When I regained consciousness," Crispin continued, as if he had not heard Kenneth's exclamation, "the

cottage was in flames, set alight by them to burn the evidence of their foul deed. What I did I know not. I

have tried to urge my memory along from the point of my awakening, but in vain. By what miracle I crawled

forth, I cannot tell; but in the morning I was found by my man lying prone in the garden, half a dozen paces

"God willed that I should not die, but it was close upon a year before I was restored to any semblance of my

former self, and then I was so changed that I was hardly to be recognized as that same joyous, vigorous lad,

who had set out, fowlingpiece on shoulder, one fine morning a year agone. There was grey in my hair, as

much as there is now, though I was but twentyone; my face was seared and marked as that of a man who

had lived twice my years. It was to my faithful servant that I owed my life, though I ask myself tonight

"So soon as I had regained sufficient strength, I went secretly home, wishing that men might continue to

believe me dead. My father I found much aged by grief, but he was kind and tender with me beyond all

words. From him I had it that our enemies were gone to France; it would seem they had thought it better to

remain absent for a while. He had learnt that they were in Paris, and hither I determined forthwith to follow

them. Vainly did my father remonstrate with me; vainly did he urge me rather: to bear my story to the King at

Whitehall and seek. for justice. I had been well advised had I obeyed this counsel, but I burned to take my

"Two nights after my arrival in Paris it was my, illfortune to be embroiled in a roughandtumble in the

streets, and by an illchance I killed a man the first was he of several that I have sent whither I am going

tomorrow. The affair was like to have cost me my life, but by another of those miracles which have

prolonged it, I was sent instead to the galleys on the Mediterranean. It was only wanting that, after all that

"For twelve long years I toiled at an oar, and waited. If I lived I would return to England; and if I returned,

woe unto those that had wrecked my life my body and my soul. I did live, and I did return. The Civil War

had broken out, and I came to throw my sword into the balance on the King's side: I came, too, to be avenged,

"Meanwhile, the score had grown heavier. I went home to find the castle in usurping hands in the hands of

my enemies. My father was dead; he died a few months after I had gone to France; and those murderers had

advanced a claim that through my marriage with their cousin, since dead, and through my own death, there

being no next of kin, they were the heirsatlaw. The Parliament allowed their claim, and they were

installed. But when I came they were away, following the fortunes of the Parliament that had served them so

well. And so I determined to let my vengeance wait until the war were ended and the Parliament destroyed. In

a hundred engagements did I distinguish myself by my recklessness even as at other seasons I distinguished

"Ah, Kenneth, you have been hard upon me for my vices, for my abuses of the cup, and all the rest. But can

you be hard upon me still, knowing what I had suffered, and what a weight of misery I bore with me? I,

whose life was wrecked beyond salvation; who only lived that I might slit the throats of those that had so

irreparably wronged me. Think you still that it was so vicious a thing, so unpardonable an offence to seek the

blessed nepenthe of the winecup, the heavenly forgetfulness that its abuses brought me? Is it strange that I

became known as the wildest tantivy boy that rode with the King? What else had I?"

"In all truth your trials were sore," said the lad in a voice that contained a note of sympathy. And yet there

was a certain restraint that caught the Tavern Knight's ear. He turned his head and bent his eyes in the lad's

direction, but it was quite dark by now, and he failed to make out his companion's face.

"My tale is told, Kenneth. The rest you can guess. The King did not prevail and I was forced to fly from

England with those others who escaped from the butchers that had made a martyr of Charles. I took service in

France under the great Conde, and I saw some mighty battles. At length came the council of Breda and the

invitation to Charles the Second to receive the crown of Scotland. I set out again to follow his fortunes as I

had followed his father's, realizing that by so doing I followed my own, and that did he prevail I should have

the redress and vengeance so long awaited. Today has dashed my last hope; tomorrow at this hour it will

not signify. And yet much would I give to have my fingers on the throats of those two hounds before the

There was a spell of silence as the two men sat, both breathing heavily in the gloom that enveloped them. At

That was all, and Galliard felt that it was not enough. He had lacerated his soul with those grim memories to

earn a yet kinder word. He had looked even to hear the lad suing for pardon for the harsh opinions wherein he

had held him. Strange was this yearning of his for the boy's sympathy. He who for twenty years had gone

And so in the gloom he waited for a kinder word that came not; then so urgent was his need he set

"Can you not understand now, Kenneth, how I came to fall so low? Can you not understand this dissoluteness

of mine, which led them to dub me the Tavern Knight after the King conferred upon me the honour of

knighthood for that stand of mine in Fifeshire? You must understand, Kenneth," he insisted almost piteously,

"It is not mine to judge, Sir Crispin. I pity you with all my heart," the lad replied, not ungently.

Still the knight was dissatisfied. "Yours it is to judge as every man may judge his fellowman. You mean it is

The lad paused a moment ere he answered. His bigoted Presbyterian training was strong within him, and

although, as he said, he pitied Galliard, yet to him whose mind was stuffed with life's precepts, and who knew

naught of the trials it brings to some and the temptations to which they were not human did they not succumb

it seemed that vice was not to be excused by misfortune. Out of mercy then he paused, and for a moment he

had it even in his mind to cheer his fellowcaptive with a lie. Then, remembering that he was to die upon the

morrow, and that at such a time it was not well to risk the perdition of his soul by an untruth, however

"Were I to judge you, since you ask me, sir, I should be merciful because of your misfortunes. And yet, Sir

Crispin, your profligacy and the evil you have wrought in life must weigh heavily against you." Had this

immaculate bigot, this churlish milksop been as candid with himself as he was with Crispin, he must have

recognized that it was mainly Crispin's offences towards himself that his mind now dwelt on in=deeper

"You had not cause enough," he added impressively, "to defile your soul and risk its eternal damnation

Crispin drew breath with the sharp hiss of one in pain, and for a moment after all was still. Then a bitter laugh

"Bravely answered, reverend sir," he cried with biting scorn. "I marvel only that you left your pulpit to gird

on a sword; that you doffed your cassock to don a cuirass. Here is a text for you who deal in texts, my brave

Jack Presbyter "Judge you your neighbour as you would yourself be judged; be merciful as you would hope

for mercy." Chew you the cud of that until the hangman's coming in the morning. Good night to you."

And throwing himself back upon the bed, Crispin sought comfort in sleep. His limbs were heavy and his

"You misapprehend me, Sir Crispin," cried the lad, stung almost to shame by Galliard's reproach, and also

mayhap into some fear that hereafter he should find little mercy for his own lack of it towards a poor

"If the Church teaches no better I rejoice that I was no churchman," grunted Crispin.

"For myself," the lad pursued, heeding not the irreverent interruption, "as I have said, I pity you with all my

heart. More than that, so deeply do I feel, so great a loathing and indignation has your story sown in my heart,

that were our liberty now restored us I would willingly join hands with you in wreaking vengeance on these

Sir Crispin laughed. He judged the tone rather than the words, and it rang hollow.

"Where are your wits, O casuist?" he cried mockingly. "Where are your doctrines? 'Vengeance is mine, saith

And with that final ejaculation, pregnant with contempt and bitterness, he composed himself to sleep.

Nature asserted herself, and, despite his condition, Crispin slept. Kenneth sat huddled on his chair, and in awe

and amazement he listened to his companion's regular breathing. He had not Galliard's nerves nor Galliard's

indifference to death, so that neither could he follow his example, nor yet so much as realize how one should

For a moment his wonder stood perilously near to admiration; then his religious training swayed him, and his

righteousness almost drew from him a contempt of this man's apathy. There was much of the Pharisee's

Anon that regular breathing grew irritating to him; it drew so marked a contrast 'twixt Crispin's frame of mind

and his own. Whilst Crispin had related his story, the interest it awakened had served to banish the spectre of

fear which the thought of the morrow conjured up. Now that Crispin was silent and asleep, that spectre

Thought followed thought as he sat huddled there with sunken head and hands clasped tight between his

knees, and they were mostly of his dull uneventful days in Scotland, and ever and anon of Cynthia, his

beloved. Would she hear of his end? Would she weep for him? as though it mattered! And every train of

thought that he embarked upon brought him to the same issue tomorrow! Shuddering he would clench his

hands still tighter, and the perspiration would stand' out in beads upon his callow brow.

At length he flung himself upon his knees to address not so much a prayer as a maudlin grievance to his

Creator. He felt himself a craven doubly so by virtue of the peaceful breathing of that sinner he despised

"But I shall be brave tomorrow. I shall be brave," he muttered, and knew not that it was vanity begat the

thought, and vanity that might uphold him on the morrow when there were others by, however broken might

Meanwhile Crispin slept. When he awakened the light of a lanthorn was on his face, and holding it stood

beside him a tall black figure in a cloak and a slouched hat whose broad brim left the features unrevealed.

He stopped short, fully awake at last, and, suddenly remembering his condition and thinking they were come

for him, he drew a sharp breath and in a voice as indifferent as he could make it:

"Past midnight, miserable wretch," was the answer delivered in a deep droning voice. "Hast entered upon thy

last day of life a day whose sun thou'lt never see. But five hours more are left thee."

"And it is to tell me this that you have awakened me?" demanded Galliard in such a voice that he of the cloak

recoiled a step, as if he thought a blow must follow. "Out on you for an unmannerly cur to break upon a

"I come," returned the other in his droning voice, "to call upon thee to repent."

"Soundly enough shalt thou sleep in a few hours' time. Bethink thee, miserable sinner, of thy soul."

"Sir," cried the Tavern Knight, "I am a man of marvellous short endurance. But mark you this your ways to

heaven are not my ways. Indeed, if heaven be peopled by such croaking things as you, I shall be thankful to

The minister stood in silence for a moment; then setting his lanthorn upon the table, he raised his hands and

"Vouchsafe, O Lord," he prayed, "to touch yet the callous heart of this obdurate, incorrigible sinner, this

He got no further. Crispin was upon his feet, his harsh countenance thrust into the very face of the minister;

"Out!" he thundered, pointing to the door. "Out! Begone! I would not be guilty at the end of my life of

striking a man in petticoats. But go whilst I can bethink me of it! Go take your prayers to hell."

The minister fell back before that blaze of passion. For a second he appeared to hesitate, then he turned

towards Kenneth, who stood behind in silence. But the lad's Presbyterian rearing had taught him to hate a

sectarian as he would a papist or as he would the devil, and he did no more than echo Galliard's words

"I pray you go," he said. "But if you would perform an act of charity, leave your lanthorn. It will be dark

The minister looked keenly at the boy, and won over by the humility of his tone, he set the lanthorn on the

table. Then moving towards the door, he stopped and addressed himself to Crispin.

"I go since you oppose with violence my ministrations. But I shall pray for you, and I will return anon, when

"I've done, I've done," he cried in trepidation, making shift to depart. On the threshold he paused again. "I

leave you the lanthorn," he said. "May it light you to a godlier frame of mind. I shall return at daybreak." And

Crispin yawned noisily when he was gone, and stretched himself. Then pointing to the pallet:

"As you will." And shrugging his shoulders, Crispin sat down on the edge of the bed.

"For cold comforters commend me to these cropeared cuckolds," he grumbled. "They are all thought for a

man's soul, but for his body they care nothing. Here am I who for the last ten hours have had neither meat nor

drink. Not that I mind the meat so much, but, 'slife, my throat is dry as one of their sermons, and I would

cheerfully give four of my five hours of life for a posset of sack. A paltry lot are they, Kenneth, holding that

because a man must die at dawn he need not sup tonight. Heigho! Some liar hath said that he who sleeps

It was Kenneth who next awakened him. He opened his eyes to find the lad shivering as with an ague. His

"Tis a scurvy death, I own. Look you, Kenneth, there is a dagger in my boot. If you would rather have cold

steel, 'tis done. It is the last service I may render you, and I'll be as gentle as a mistress. Just there, over the

Turning down the leather of his right boot, he thrust his hand down the side of his leg. But Kenneth sprang

"No, no," he cried, covering his face with his hands. "Not that! You don't understand. It is death itself I would

cheat. What odds to exchange one form for another? Is there no way out of this? Is there no way, Sir

"The approach of death makes you maudlin, sir," quoth the other, in whom this pitiful show of fear produced

a profound disgust. "Is there no way; say you? There is the window, but 'tis seventy feet above the river; and

"I might have known it. I might have known that you would mock me. What is death to you, to whom life

offers nothing? For you the prospect of it has no terrors. But for me bethink you, sir, I am scarce eighteen

years of age," he added brokenly, "and life was full of promise for me. O God, pity me!"

"True, lad, true," the knight returned in softened tones. "I had forgotten that death is not to you the blessed

release that it is to me. And yet, and yet," he mused, "do I not die leaving a task unfulfilled a task of

vengeance? And by my soul, I know no greater spur to make a man cling to life. Ah," he sighed wistfully, "if

"To what purpose? There is the window. But even if the bars were moved, which I see no manner of

accomplishing, the drop to the river is seventy feet at least. I measured it with my eyes when first we entered

here. We have no rope. Your cloak rent in two and the pieces tied together would scarce yield us ten feet.

At the very thought of it the lad trembled, noting which Sir Crispin laughed softly.

"There. And yet, boy, it would be taking a risk which if successful would mean life if otherwise, a speedier

end than even the rope will afford you. Oddslife," he cried, suddenly springing to his feet, and seizing the

He stepped across to the window, and held the light so that its rays fell full upon the base of the vertical iron

"It is much worn by rust, Kenneth," he muttered. "The removal of this single piece of iron," and he touched

He walked back to the table and set the lanthorn down. In a tremble, Kenneth watched his every movement,

"He who throws a main," said Galliard, "must set a stake upon the board. I set my life a stake that is already

forfeit and I throw for liberty. If I win, I win all; if I lose, I lose naught. 'Slife, I have thrown many a main

with Fate, but never one wherein the odds were more generous. Come, Kenneth, it is the only way, and we

"Longer, I confess, than they'll give you in an hour's time, if you remain; but it may lead elsewhere."

The boy's mouth was parched. His eyes burned in their, sockets, and yet his limbs shook with cold but not

"I'll try it," he muttered with a gulp. Then suddenly clutching Galliard's arm, he pointed to the window.

Crispin looked, and there, like a gash in the blackness of the heavens, he beheld a streak of grey.

"Quick, Sir Crispin; there is no time to lose. The minister said he would return at daybreak."

He gripped the lower bar with his lean, sinewy hands, and setting his knee against the masonry beneath it, he

exerted the whole of his huge strength that awful strength acquired during those years of toil as a

galleyslave, which even his debaucheries had not undermined. He felt his sinews straining until it seemed

that they must crack; the sweat stood out upon his brow; his breathing grew stertorous.

"I must breathe a while. One other effort such as that, and it is done. 'Fore George," he laughed, "it is the first

Without, their sentry was pacing before the door; his steps came nearer, passed, and receded; turned, came

nigh again, and again passed on. As once more they grew faint, Crispin seized the bar and renewed his

attempt. This time it was easier. Gradually it ceded to the strain Galliard set upon it.

Nearer came the sentry's footsteps, but they went unheeded by him who toiled, and by him who watched with

With a report that rang through the room like a pistol shot, it broke off in its socket. Both men caught their

breath, , and stood for a second crouching, with straining ears. The sentry had stopped at their door.

Galliard was a man of quick action, swift to think, and as swift to execute the thought. To thrust Kenneth into

a corner, to extinguish the light, and to fling himself upon the bed was all the work of an instant.

The key grated in the lock, and Crispin answered it with a resounding snore. The door opened, and on the

threshold stood the Roundhead trooper, holding aloft a lanthorn whose rays were flashed back by his polished

cuirass. He beheld Crispin on the bed with closed eyes and open mouth, and he heard his reassuring and

melodious snore. He saw Kenneth seated peacefully upon the floor, with his back against the wall, and for a

"Aye," answered Kenneth, in a strangled voice, "I heard something like a shot out there."

The gesture with which he accompanied the words was fatal. Instinctively he had jerked his thumb towards

the window, thereby drawing the soldier's eyes in that direction. The fellow's glance fell upon the twisted bar,

Had he been aught but a fool he must have guessed at once how it came so, and having guessed it, he must

have thought twice ere he ventured within reach of a man who could so handle iron. But he was a

slowreasoning clod, and so far, thought had not yet taken the place of surprise. He stepped into, the chamber

With eyes that were full of terror and despair, Kenneth watched him; their last hope had failed them. Then, as

he looked, it seemed to him that in one great leap from his recumbent position on the bed, Crispin had fallen

The lanthorn was dashed from the fellow's hand, and rolled to Kenneth's feet. The fellow had begun' a cry,

which broke off suddenly into a gurgle as Galliard's fingers closed about his windpipe. He was a big fellow,

and in his mad struggles he carried: Crispin hither and thither about the room. Together: they hurtled against

the table, which would have: gone crashing over had not Kenneth caught it and drawn it softly to the wall.

Both men were now upon the bed. Crispin had guessed the soldier's intent to fling himself upon the ground so

that the ring of his armour might be heard, and perchance bring others to his aid. To avoid this, Galliard had

swung him towards the bed, and hurled him on to it. There he pinned him with his knee, and with his fingers

Vain were the trooper's struggles to free himself from that. throttling grip. Already his efforts grew his face

was purple; his veins stood out in ropes upon his brow till they seemed upon the point of bursting; his eyes

protruded like a lobster's and there was a horrible grin upon his mouth; still his heels beat the bed, and still he

struggled. With his fingers he plucked madly at the throttling hands on his neck, and tore at them with his

nails until the blood streamed from them. Still Galliard held him firmly, and with a smile a diabolical smile

"Someone comes!" gasped Kenneth suddenly. "Someone comes, Sir Crispin!" he repeated, shaking his hands

Galliard listened. Steps were approaching. The soldier heard them also, and renewed his efforts. Then Crispin

"Why stand you there like a fool?" he growled. "Quench the light stay, we may want it! Cast your cloak

"Stand by the door," whispered Crispin. "Fall upon him as he enters, and see that no cry escapes him. Take

The footsteps halted. Kenneth crawled softly to his post. The soldier's struggles grew of a sudden still, and

Crispin released his throat at last. Then calmly drawing the fellow's dagger, he felt for the straps of his

By the light of the lamp burning in the passage they beheld silhouetted upon the threshold a black figure

crowned by a steeple hat. Then the droning voice of the Puritan minister greeted them.

"Is it time?" asked Galliard from the bed. And as he put the question he softly thrust aside the trooper's

"In another hour they will come for you," answered the minister. And Crispin marvelled anxiously what

He broke off abruptly, awaking out of his religious zeal to a sense of strangeness at the darkness and the

"What hath " he began. Then Galliard heard a gasp, followed by the noise of a fall, and two struggling men

"Bravely done, boy!" he cried, almost mirthfully. "Cling to him, Kenneth; cling to him a second yet!"

He leapt from the bed, and guided by the faint light coming through the door, he sprang across the

intervening space and softly closed it. Then he groped his way along the wall to the spot where he had seen

the lanthorn stand when Kenneth had flung his cloak over it. As he went, the two striving men came up

"Hold fast, lad," he cried, encouraging Kenneth, "hold him yet a moment, and I will relieve you!"

He reached the lanthorn at last, and pulling aside the cloak, he lifted the light and set it upon the table.

By the lanthorn's yellow glare Crispin beheld the two mena mass of writhing bodies and a bunch of waving

legs upon the ground. Kenneth, who was uppermost, clung purposefully to the parson's throat. The faces of

both were alike distorted, but whilst the lad's breath came in gasping hisses, the other's came not at all.

Going over to the bed, Crispin drew the unconscious trooper's tucksword. He paused for a moment to bend

over the man's face; his breath came faintly, and Crispin knew that ere many moments were sped he would

regain consciousness. He smiled grimly to see how well he had performed his work of suffocation without

Sword in hand, he returned to Kenneth and the parson. The Puritan's struggles were already becoming mere

spasmodic twitchings; his face was as ghastly as the trooper's had been a while ago.

"Release him, I say," Galliard repeated, and stooping he caught the lad's wrist and compelled him to abandon

With mouth wide agape, the minister lay gasping like a fish newly taken from the water. Even now that his

throat was free he appeared to struggle for a moment before he could draw breath. Then he took it in panting

"Fore George," quoth Crispin, "I was no more than in time. Another second, and we should have had him,

The blood was receding from the swollen veins of the parson's head, and his cheeks were paling to their

normal hue. Anon they went yet paler than their wont, as Galliard rested the point of his sword against the

"Make sound or movement," said Crispin coldly, "and I'll pin you to the floor like a beetle. Obey me, and no

"I will obey you," the fellow answered, in a wheezing whisper. "I swear I will. But of your charity, good sir, I

beseech you remove your sword. Your hand might slip, sir," he whined, a wild terror in his eyes.

Where now was the deep bass of his whilom accents? Where now the grotesque majesty of his bearing, and

the impressive gestures that erstwhile had accompanied his words of denunciation?

"It might and, by Gad, it shall if I hear more from you. So that you are discreet and obedient, have no fear

of my hand." Then, still keeping his eye upon the fellow: "Kenneth," he said, "attend to the cropear yonder,

he will be recovering. Truss him with the bedclothes, and gag him with his scarf. See to it, Kenneth, and do it

Kenneth carried out Galliard's orders swiftly and effectively, what time Crispin remained standing over the

recumbent minister. At length, when Kenneth announced that it was done, he bade the Puritan rise.

"But have a care," he added, "or you shall taste the joys of the Paradise you preach of. Come, sir parson;

A prey to a fear that compelled unquestioning obedience, the fellow rose with alacrity.

"Stand there, sir. So," commanded Crispin, his point within an inch of the man's Geneva bands. "Take your

That done, Crispin bade the lad unbuckle and remove the parson's belt. Next he ordered that man of texts to

be seated upon their only chair, and with that same belt he commanded Kenneth to strap him to it. When at

length the Puritan was safely bound, Crispin lowered his rapier, and seated himself upon the table edge beside

"Now, sir parson," quoth he, "let us talk a while. At your first outcry I shall hurry you into that future world

whither it is your mission to guide the souls of others. Maybe you'll find it a better world to preach of than to

inhabit, and so, for your own sake, I make no doubt you will obey me. To your honour, to your good sense

and a parson's natural horror of a lie, I look for truth in answer to what questions I may set you. Should I find

you deceiving me, sir, I shall see that your falsehood overtakes you." And eloquently raising his blade, he

intimated the exact course he would adopt. "Now, sir, attend to me. How soon are our friends likely to

"In an hour's time, or thereabout," replied the Puritan, glancing towards the window as he spoke. Galliard

followed his glance, and observed that the light was growing perceptibly stronger.

"Aye," he commented, "in an hour's time there should be light enough to hang us by. Is there no chance of

"None that I can imagine. The only other occupants of the house are a party of half a dozen troopers in the

"And the sentry that was at our door is he not to a changed 'twixt this and hangingtime?"

"I cannot say for sure, but I think not. The guard was relieved just before I came."

"And the men in the guardroom answer me truthfully, O Elijah what manner of watch are they keeping?"

"Alas, sir, they have drunk enough this night to put a rakehelly Cavalier to shame. I was but exhorting them."

When Kenneth had removed the Puritan's girdle, a small Bible such as men of his calling were wont to

carry had dropped out. This Kenneth had placed upon the table. Galliard now took it up, and, holding it

Without a moment's hesitation the parson pledged his oath, that, to the best of his belief, he had answered

"That is well, sir. And now, though it grieve me to cause you some slight discomfort, I must ensure your

And, placing his sword upon the table, he passed behind the Puritan, and taking the man's own scarf, he

"Now, Kenneth," said he, turning to the lad. Then he stopped abruptly as if smitten by a sudden thought.

Presently "Kenneth," he continued in a different tone, "a while ago I mind me you said that were your

liberty restored you, you would join hands with me in punishing the evildoers who wrecked my life."

For a moment the knight paused. It was a vile thing that he was about to do, he told himself, and as he

realized how vile, his impulse was to say no more; to abandon the suddenly formed project and to trust to his

own unaided wits and hands. But as again he thought of the vast use this lad would be to him this lad who

was the betrothed of Cynthia Ashburn he saw that the matter was not one hastily to be judged and

dismissed. Carefully he weighed it in the balance of his mind. On the one hand was the knowledge that did

they succeed in making good their escape, Kenneth would naturally fly for shelter to his friends the Ashburns

the usurpers of Castle Marleigh. What then more natural than his taking with him the man who had helped

him to escape, and who shared his own danger of recapture? And with so plausible a motive for admission to

Castle Marleigh, how easy would not his vengeance become? He might at first wean himself into their good

Before his mental eyes there unfolded itself the vista of a great revenge; one that should be worthy of him,

In the other scale the treacherous flavour of this method weighed heavily. He proposed to bind the lad to a

promise, the shape of whose fulfilment he would withhold a promise the lad would readily give, and yet,

one that he must sooner die than enter into, did he but know what manner of fulfilment would be exacted. It

amounted to betraying the lad into a betrayal of his friends the people of his future wife. Whatever the issue

for Crispin, 'twas odds Kenneth's prospect of wedding this Cynthia would be blighted for all time by the

So stood the case in Galliard's mind, and the scales fell now on one side, now on the other. But against his

scruples rose the memory of the treatment which the lad had meted out to him that night; the harshness of the

boy's judgment; the irrevocable contempt wherein he had clearly seen that he was held by this fatuous

milksop. All this aroused his rancour now, and steeled his heart against the voice of honour. What was this

boy to him, he asked himself, that he should forego for him the accomplishing of his designs? How had this

lad earned any consideration from him? What did he owe him? Naught! Still, he would not decide in haste.

It was characteristic of the man whom Kenneth held to be destitute of all honourable principles, to stand thus

in the midst of perils, when every second that sped lessened their chances of escape, turning over in his mind

calmly and collectedly a point of conduct. It was in his passions only that Crispin was ungovernable, in

Of this Kenneth had now a proof that set him quaking with impatient fear. Anxiously, his hands clenched and

his face pale, he watched his companion, who stood with brows knit in thought, and his grey eyes staring at

the ground. At length he could brook that, to him, incomprehensible and mad delay no longer.

The knight flashed him a glance that was almost of anger. Then the fire died out of his eyes; he sighed and

spoke. In that second's glance he had seen the lad's face; the fear and impatience written on it had disgusted

"If you delay your choice much longer, none will be left you," cried Kenneth impatiently.

Noting the lad's growing fears, and resolved now upon his course, Galliard set himself to play upon them

"There speaks your callow inexperience," said he, with a pitying smile. "When you shall have lived as long as

I have done, and endured as much; when you shall have set your wits to the saving of your life as often as

have I you will have learnt that haste is fatal to all enterprises. Failure means the forfeiture of something;

tonight it would mean the forfeiture of our lives, and it were a pity to let such good efforts as these" and

"Sir," exclaimed Kenneth, wellnigh beside himself, "if you come not with me, I go alone!"

"Fare you well, sir. I'll not detain you. Your way is clear, and it is for you to choose between the door and the

And with that Crispin turned his back upon his companion and crossed to the bed, where the trooper lay

glaring in mute anger. He stooped, and unbuckling the soldier's swordbelt to which the scabbard was

attached he girt himself with it. Without raising his eyes, and keeping his back to Kenneth, who stood

between him and the door, he went next to the table, and, taking up the sword that he had left there, he

restored it to the sheath. As the hilt clicked against the mouth of the scabbard:

"Ere we go, Master Kenneth, I would again remind you of your assurance that were we to regain our liberty

"Not so fast, Kenneth. The promise that I shall ask of you is not to be so lightly given. If we escape I may

fairly claim to have saved your life, 'twixt what I have done and what I may yet do. Is it not so?"

"Then, sir, in payment I shall expect your aid hereafter to help me in that which I must accomplish, that

"Do not give it lightly, Kenneth," said Crispin gravely. "It may cause you much discomfort, and may be

"With your hand upon this book, by your honour, your faith, and your every hope of salvation, swear that if I

bear you alive out of this house you will devote yourself to me and to my task of vengeance until it shall be

accomplished or until I perish; swear that you will set aside all personal matters and inclinations of your own,

to serve me when I shall call upon you. Swear that, and, in return, I will give my life if need be to save yours

The lad paused a moment. Crispin was so impressive, the oath he imposed so solemn, that for an instant the

boy hesitated. His cautious, timid nature whispered to him that perchance he should know more of this matter

ere he bound himself so irrevocably. But Crispin, noting the hesitation, stifled it by appealing to the lad's

"Resolve yourself," he exclaimed abruptly. "It grows light, and the time for haste is come."

"I swear!" answered Kenneth, overcome by his impatience. "I swear, by my honour, my faith, and my every

hope of heaven to lend you my aid, when and how you may demand it, until your task be accomplished."

Crispin took the Bible from the boy's hands, and replaced it on the table. His lips were pressed tight, and he

"You shall not find me wanting in my part of the bargain," he muttered, as he took up the soldier's cloak and

He crossed to the door, and opening it he peered down the passage. A moment he stood listening. All was

still. Then he turned again. In the chamber the steely light of the breaking day was rendering more yellow still

"Fare you well, sir parson," he said. "Forgive me the discomfort I have been forced to put upon you, and pray

for the success of our escape. Commend me to Oliver of the ruby nose. Fare you well, sir. Come, Kenneth."

He held the door for the lad to pass out. As they stood in the dimly lighted passage he closed it softly after

"Come," he said again, and led the way to the stairs, Kenneth tiptoeing after him with wildly beating heart.

Treading softly, and with ears straining for the slightest sound, the two men descended to the first floor of the

house. They heard nothing to alarm them as they crept down, and not until they paused on the first landing to

reconnoitre did they even catch the murmur of voices issuing from the guardroom below. So muffled was the

sound that Crispin guessed how matters stood even before he had looked over the balusters into the hall

beneath. The faint grey of the dawn was the only light that penetrated the gloom of that pit.

"The Fates are kind, Kenneth," he whispered. "Those fools sit with closed doors. Come."

But Kenneth laid his hand upon Galliard's sleeve. "What if the door should open as we pass?"

"Someone will die," muttered Crispin back. "But pray God that it may not. We must run the risk."

"Why, yes," returned Galliard sardonically, "we can linger here until we are taken. But, oddslife, I'm not so

His foot was upon the topmost stair of the flight, when of a sudden the stillness of the house was broken by a

loud knock upon the street door. Instantly as though they had been awaiting it there was a stir of feet below

and the bang of an overturned chair; then a shaft of yellow light fell athwart the darkness of the hall as the

They were but in time. Peering over the balusters they saw two troopers pass out of the guardroom, and cross

the hall to the door. A bolt was drawn and a chain rattled, then followed the creak of hinges, and on the stone

"Is all well?" came a voice, which Crispin recognized as Colonel Pride's, followed by an affirmative reply

In the hall Crispin could now make out the figures of Colonel Pride and of three men who came with him.

"Come, sirs," he heard him say, "light me to their garret. I would see them leastways, one of them, before

he dies. They are to hang where the Moabites hanged Gives yesterday. Had I my way ... But, there lead on,

"Oh, God!" gasped Kenneth, as the soldier set foot upon the stairs. Under his breath Crispin swore a terrific

oath. For an instant it seemed to him there was naught left but to stand there and await recapture. Through his

mind it flashed that they were five, and he but one; for his companion was unarmed.

With that swiftness which thought alone can compass did he weigh the odds, and judge his chances. He

realized how desperate they were did he remain, and even as he thought he glanced sharply round.

Dim indeed was the light, but his sight was keen, and quickened by the imminence of danger. Partly his eyes

and partly his instinct told him that not six paces behind him there must be a door, and if Heaven pleased it

should be unlocked, behind it they must look for shelter. It even crossed his mind in that second of crowding,

galloping thought, that perchance the room might be occupied. That was a risk he must take the lesser risk

of the two, the choice of one of which was forced upon him. He had determined all this ere the soldier's foot

was upon the third step of the staircase, and before the colonel had commenced the ascent. Kenneth stood

Then upon his ear fell the fierce whisper: "Come with me, and tread lightly as you love your life."

In three long strides, and by steps that were softer than a cat's, Crispin crossed to the door which he had rather

guessed than seen. He ran his hand along until he caught the latch. Softly he tried it; it gave, and the door

On the opposite wall the light of the trooper's lanthorn fell brightly. Another moment and the fellow would

have reached and turned the corner of the stairs, and his light must reveal them to him. But ere that instant

was passed Crispin had drawn his companion through, and closed the door as softly as he had opened it. The

chamber was untenanted and almost bare of furniture, at which discovery Crispin breathed more freely.

They stood there, and heard the ascending footsteps, and the clankclank of a sword against the stairrail. A

bar of yellow light came under the door that sheltered them. Stronger it grew and farther it crept along the

floor; then stopped and receded again, as he who bore the lanthorn turned and began to climb to the second

floor. An instant later and the light had vanished, eclipsed by those who followed in the fellow's wake.

"No," answered Crispin calmly. "The drop is a long one, and we should but light in the streets, and be little

He listened. The footsteps had turned the corner leading to the floor above. He opened the door, partly at first,

then wide. For an instant he stood listening again. The steps were well overhead by now; soon they would

"Now," was all Crispin said, and, drawing his sword he led the way swiftly, yet cautiously, to the stairs once

more. In passing he glanced over the rails. The guardroom door stood ajar, and he caught the murmurs of

subdued conversation. But he did not pause. Had the door stood wide he would not have paused then. There

was not a second to be lost; to wait was to increase the already overwhelming danger. Cautiously, and leaning

well upon the stout baluster, he began the descent. Kenneth followed him mechanically, with white face and a

They gained the corner, and turning, they began what was truly the perilous part of their journey. Not more

than a dozen steps were there; but at the bottom stood the guardroom door, and through the chink of its

opening a shaft of light fell upon the nethermost step. Once a stair creaked, and to their quickened senses it

sounded like a pistolshot. As loud to Crispin sounded the indrawn breath of apprehension from Kenneth that

followed it. He had almost paused to curse the lad when, thinking him of how time pressed, he went on.

Within three steps of the bottom were they, and they could almost distinguish what was being said in the

room, when Crispin stopped, and turning his head to attract Kenneth's attention, he pointed straight across the

hall to a dimly visible door. It was that of the chamber wherein he had been brought before Cromwell. Its

position had occurred to him some moments before, and he had determined then upon going that way.

The lad followed the indication of his finger, and signified by a nod that he understood. Another step Galliard

descended; then from the guardroom came a loud yawn, to send the boy cowering against the wall. It was

followed by the sound of someone rising; a chair grated upon the floor, and there was a movement of feet

within the chamber. Had Kenneth been alone, of a certainty terror would have frozen him to the wall.

But the calm, unmovable Crispin proceeded as if naught had chanced; he argued that even if he who had risen

were coming towards the door, there was nothing to be gained by standing still. Their only chance lay now in

They that walk through perils in a brave man's company cannot but gain confidence from the calm of his

demeanour. So was it now with Kenneth. The steady onward march of that tall, lank figure before him drew

him irresistibly after it despite his tremors. And well it was for him that this was so. They gained the bottom

of the staircase at length; they stood beside the door of the guardroom, they passed it in safety. Then slowly

painfully slowly to avoid their steps from ringing upon the stone floor, they crept across towards the door

that meant safety to Sir Crispin. Slowly, step by step, they moved, and with every stride Crispin looked

behind him, prepared to rush the moment he had sign they were discovered. But it was not needed. In silence

and in safety they were permitted to reach the door. To Crispin's joy it was unfastened. Quietly he opened it,

then with calm gallantry he motioned to his companion to go first, holding it for him as he passed in, and

Scarce had Kenneth entered the chamber when from above came the sound of loud and excited voices,

announcing to them that their flight was at last discovered. It was responded to by a rush of feet in the

guardroom, and Crispin had but time to dart in after his companion and close the door ere the troopers poured

out into the hall and up the stairs, with confused shouts that something must be amiss.

Within the room that sheltered him Crispin chuckled, as he ran his hand along the edge of the door until he

"'Slife," he muttered, "'twas a close thing! Aye, shout, you cuckolds," he went on. "Yell yourselves hoarse as

They crossed the room, and a moment or two later they had dropped on to the narrow railed pathway

overlooking the river, which Crispin had observed from their prison window the evening before. He had

observed, too, that a small boat was moored at some steps about a hundred yards farther down the stream, and

towards that spot he now sped along the footpath, followed closely by Kenneth. The path sloped in that

direction, so that by the time the spot was reached the water flowed not more than six feet or so beneath them.

Half a dozen steps took them down this to the moorings of that boat, which fortunately had not been

"Get in, Kenneth," Crispin commanded. "There, I'll take the oars, and I'll keep under shelter of the bank lest

those blunderers should bethink them of looking out of our prison window. Oddswounds, Kenneth, I am

hungry as a wolf, and as dry ough, as dry as Dives when he begged for a sup of water. Heaven send we

come upon some good malignant homestead ere we go far, where a Christian may find a meal and a stoup of

ale. 'Tis a miracle I had strength enough to crawl downstairs. Swounds, but an empty stomach is a craven

comrade in a desperate enterprise. Hey! Have a care, boy. Now, sink me if this milksop hasn't fainted!"

Gregory Ashburn pushed back his chair and made shift to rise from the table at which he and his brother had

He was a tall, heavily built man, with a coarse, florid countenance set in a frame of reddish hair that hung

straight and limp. In the colour of their hair lay the only point of resemblance between the brothers. For the

rest Joseph was spare and of middle weight, pale of face, thinlipped, and owning a cunning expression that

In earlier life Gregory had not been unhandsome; debauchery and sloth had puffed and coarsened him.

"Tis a week since Worcester field was fought," grumbled Gregory, looking lazily sideways at the mullioned

Joseph shrugged his narrow shoulders and sneered. It was Joseph's habit to sneer when he spoke, and his

"Doth the lack of news trouble you?" he asked, glancing across the table at his brother.

"And yet," quoth Joseph, "tis a natural thing enough. When battles are fought it is not uncommon for men to

Gregory crossed slowly to the window, and stared out at the trees of the park which autumn was fast

"If he were among the fallen if he were dead then indeed the matter would be at an end."

"Forget her? Not I, man. Listen." And he jerked his thumb in the direction of the wainscot.

To the two men in that rich chamber of Castle Marleigh was borne the sound softened by distance of a

"Is that the song of a maid whose lover comes not back from the wars?" he asked.

"But bethink you, Joseph, the child suspects not the possibility of his having fallen."

"Gadswounds, sir, did your daughter give the fellow a thought she must be anxious. A week yesterday since

the battle, and no word from him. I dare swear, Gregory, there's little in that to warrant his mistress singing."

"Cynthia is young a child. She reasons not as you and I, nor seeks to account for his absence."

"That which we do not know we may sometimes infer. I infer him to be dead, and there's the end of it."

"It is unlike you, Joseph, to argue so loosely. What if he should be a prisoner?"

"Why, then, the plantations will do that which the battle hath left undone. So that, dead or captive, you see it

And, lifting his glass to the light, he closed one eye, the better to survey with the other the rich colour of the

wine. Not that Joseph was curious touching that colour, but he was a juggler in gestures, and at that moment

he could think of no other whereby he might so naturally convey the utter indifference of his feelings in the

"Joseph, you are wrong," said Gregory, turning his back upon the window and facing his brother. "It is not all

"Oh, what if what if what if!" cried Joseph testily. "Gregory, what a casuist you might have been had not

nature made you a villain! You are as full of "what if s" as an egg of meat. Well what if some day he should

"Nay, brother, 'twere too great a risk. I must and I will know whether Kenneth were slain or not. If he is a

"Plague take it," Joseph burst out. "Why all this ado? Why did you ever loose that graceless whelp from his

"I have more reasons than one," he answered slowly. "If you need that I recite them to you, I pity your wits.

Look you, Joseph, you have more influence with Cromwell; more far more than have I, and if you are

"Then go to Cromwell, at Windsor or wherever he may be, and seek to learn from him if Kenneth is a

"Nay, Joseph, I am old. I am in the autumn of my days, and I would see these two wed before I die."

"And are damned for a croaking, maudlin' craven," added Joseph. "Pah! You make me sick."

There was a moment's silence, during which the brothers eyed each other, Gregory with a sternness before

"Well," said Joseph weakly, "we will say that I go. But if Kenneth be a prisoner, what then?"

"But you can make the attempt, and leastways we shall have some definite knowledge of what has befallen

"The which definite knowledge seems to me none so necessary. Moreover, Gregory, bethink you; there has

been a change, and the wind carries an edge that will arouse every devil of rheumatism in my bones. I am not

a lad, Gregory, and travelling at this season is no small matter for a man of fifty."

Joseph fell apondering. He knew Gregory to be a man of fixed ideas, and he bethought him that were he

now to refuse he would be hourly plagued by Gregory's speculations touching the boy's fate and

recriminations touching his own selfishness. On the other hand, however, the journey daunted him. He was

not a man to sacrifice his creature comforts, and to be asked to sacrifice them to a mere whim, a shadow,

"Since you have the matter so much at heart," said he at length, "does it not occur to you that you could plead

"You know that Cromwell will lend a more willing ear to you than to me perchance because you know so

well upon occasion how to weave your stock of texts into your discourse," he added with a sneer. "Will you

"Bethink you that we know not where he is. I may have to wander for weeks o'er the face of England."

"Oh, a pox on it," broke out Joseph, rising suddenly. "I'll go since naught else will quiet you. I'll start

Joseph spoke of the wind again; the sky, he urged, was heavy with rain. "What signifies a day?" he whined.

But Gregory stood his ground until almost out of selfprotection the other consented to do his bidding and set

This being determined, Joseph left his brother, and cursing Master Stewart for the amount of discomfort

Gregory lingered still in the chamber where they had dined, and sat staring moodily before him at the

tablelinen. Anon, with a halflaugh of contempt, he filled a glass of muscadine, and drained it. As he set

down the glass the door opened, and on the threshold stood a very dainty girl, whose age could not be more

than twenty. Gregory looked on the fresh, oval face, with its wealth of brown hair crowning the low, broad

forehead, and told himself that in his daughter he had just cause for pride. He looked again, and told himself

that his brother was right; she had not the air of a maid whose lover returns not from the wars. Her lips were

"Why sit you there so glum, she cried, "whilst my uncle, they tell me, is going on a journey?"

The mirth faded from her eyes, and they took on a grave expression that added to their charm. But Gregory

"Naught, and that's the rub. It is time we had news, and as none comes, your uncle goes to seek it."

"We hope not, sweetheart," said he. "He may be a prisoner. We last had news of him from Worcester, and 'tis

a week and more since the battle was fought there. Should he be a captive, your uncle has sufficient influence

"We shall soon learn," he answered. His disappointment grew keener; where he had looked for grief he found

no more than an expression of pitying concern. Nor was his disappointment lessened when, after a spell of

thoughtful silence, she began to comment upon the condition of the trees in the park below. Gregory had it in

his mind to chide her for this lack of interest in the fate of her intended husband, but he let the impulse pass

unheeded. After all, if Kenneth lived she should marry him. Hitherto she had been docile and willing enough

to be guided by him; she had even displayed a kindness for Kenneth; no doubt she would do so again when

Joseph returned with him unless he were among the Worcester slain, in which case, perhaps, it would prove

"The sky is heavy, father," said Cynthia from the window. "Poor uncle! He will have rough weather for his

"I rejoice that someone wastes pity on poor uncle," growled Joseph, who reentered, "this uncle whom your

father drives out of doors in all weathers to look for his daughter's truant lover."

"There, there," he grumbled, "I shall do my best to find the laggard, lest those pretty eyes should weep away

Gregory's glance reproved this sneer of Joseph's, whereupon Joseph drew close to him:

An hour later, as Joseph climbed into his saddle, he turned to his brother again, and directing his eyes upon

"And yet," replied Gregory sternly, "I hope to see you return with the boy. It will be better so."

Joseph shrugged his shoulders contemptuously. Then, taking leave of his brother and his niece, he rode out

It was high noon next day, and Gregory Ashburn was taking the air upon the noble terrace of Castle

Marleigh, when the beat of hoofs, rapidly approaching up the avenue, arrested his attention. He stopped in his

walk, and, turning, sought to discover who came. His first thought was of his brother; his second, of Kenneth.

Through the halfdenuded trees he made out two mounted figures, riding side by side; and from the fact of

Even as he waited he was joined by Cynthia, who took her stand beside him, and voiced the inquiry that was

in his mind. But her father could no more than answer that he hoped it might be Kenneth.

Then the horsemen passed from behind the screen of trees and came into the clearing before the terrace, and

unto the waiting glances of Ashburn and his daughter was revealed a curiously bedraggled and illassorted

pair. The one riding slightly in advance looked like a Puritan of the meaner sort, in his battered steeplehat

and cloak of rusty black. The other was closely wrapped in a red mantle, uptilted behind by a sword of

prodigious length, and for all that his broad, grey hat was unadorned by any feather, it was set at a rakish,

ruffling, damnme angle that pronounced him no likely comrade for the piously clad youth beside him.

But beneath that brave red cloak alack! as was presently seen when they dismounted, that gentleman was

in a sorry plight. He wore a leather jerkin, so cut and soiled that any groom might have disdained it; a pair of

green breeches, frayed to their utmost; and coarse boots of untanned leather, adorned by rusty spurs.

On the terrace Gregory paused a moment to call his groom to attend the newcomers, then he passed down

the steps to greet Kenneth with boisterous effusion. Behind him, slow and stately as a woman of twice her

years, came Cynthia. Calm was her greeting of her lover, contained in courteous expressions of pleasure at

In the background, his sable locks uncovered out of deference to the lady, stood Sir Crispin, his face pale and

haggard, his lips parted, and his grey eyes burning as they fell again, after the lapse of years, upon the stones

of this his home the castle to which he was now come, hat in hand, to beg for shelter.

"We have been much exercised concerning you, lad," he was saying. "We almost feared the worst, and

yesterday Joseph left us to seek news of you at Cromwell's hands. Where have you tarried?"

"True; you will be tired, and perchance you would first rest a while. Cynthia will see to it. But what

scarecrow have you there? What tatterdemalion is this?" he cried, pointing to Galliard. He had imagined him

a servant, but the dull flush that overspread Sir Crispin's face told him of his error.

"I would have you know, sir," Crispin began, with some heat, when Kenneth interrupted him.

"Tis to this gentleman, sir, that I owe my presence here. He was my fellowprisoner, and but for his quick wit

and stout arm I should be stiff by now. Anon, sir, you shall hear the story of it, and I dare swear it will divert

you. This gentleman is Sir Crispin Galliard, lately a captain of horse with whom I served in Middleton's

Crispin bowed low, conscious of the keen scrutiny in which Gregory's eyes were bent upon him. In his heart

there arose a fear that, haply after all, the years that were sped had not wrought sufficient change in him.

"Sir Crispin Galliard," Ashburn was saying, after the manner of one who is searching his memory. "Galliard,

Galliard not he whom they called "Rakehelly Galliard," and who gave us such trouble in the late King's

"The same, sir," he answered, with a smile and a fresh bow. "Your servant, sir; and yours, madam."

Cynthia looked with interest at the lank, soldierly figure. She, too, had heard as who had not? wild stories

of this man's achievements. But of no feat of his had she been told that could rival that of his escape from

Worcester; and when, that same evening, Kenneth related it, as they supped, her lowlidded eyes grew very

wide, and as they fell on Crispin, admiration had taken now the place of interest.

Romance swayed as great a portion of her heart as it does of most women's. She loved the poets and their

songs of great deeds; and here was one who, in the light of that which they related of him, was like an

Kenneth she never yet had held in over high esteem; but of a sudden, in the presence of this harshfeatured

dog of war, this grim, fierceeyed ruffler, he seemed to fade, despite his comeliness of face and form, into a

poor and puny insignificance. And when, presently, he unwisely related how, when in the boat he had fainted,

At this plain expression of contempt, her father shot her a quick, uneasy glance. Kenneth stopped short,

bringing his narrative abruptly to a close. Reproachfully he looked at her, turning first red, then white, as

anger chased annoyance through his soul. Galliard looked on with quiet relish; her laugh had contained that

which for days he had carried in his heart. He drained his bumper slowly, and made no attempt to relieve the

Truth to tell, there was emotion enough in the soul of him who was wont to be the life of every board he sat at

Here, after eighteen years, was he again in his ancestral home of Marleigh. But how was he returned? As one

who came under a feigned name, to seek from usurping hands a shelter 'neath his own roof; a beggar of that

from others which it should have been his to grant or to deny those others. As an avenger he came. For justice

he came, and armed with retribution; the flame of a hate unspeakable burning in his heart, and demanding the

lives no less of those that had destroyed him and his. Yet was he forced to sit a mendicant almost at that

board whose head was his by every right; forced to sit and curb his mood, giving no outward sign of the

volcano that boiled and raged within his soul as his eye fell upon the florid, smiling face and portly, wellfed

frame of Gregory Ashburn. For the time was not yet. He must wait; wait until Joseph's return, so that he

Patient had he been for eighteen years, confident that ere he died, a just and merciful God would give him

this for which he lived and waited. Yet now that the season was at hand; now upon the very eve of that for

He drank deep that night, and through deep drinking his manner thawed for in his cups it was not his to be

churlish to friend or foe. Anon Cynthia withdrew; next Kenneth, who went in quest of her. Still Crispin sat

on, and drank his host's health above his breath, and his perdition under it, till in the end Gregory, who never

yet had found his master at the bottle, grew numb and drowsy, and sat blinking at the tapers.

Until midnight they remained at table, talking of this and that, and each understanding little of what the other

said. As the last hour of night boomed out through the great hall, Gregory spoke of bed.

"Nay, sir, I protest," cried Galliard, struggling to his feet, and swaying somewhat as he stood. "I'll sleep in the

"The King's chamber?" echoed Gregory, and his face showed the confused struggles of his brain. "What

"Have I not?" he began, in a voice that was awful in its threatening calm. Then, recollecting himself, and

shaking some of the drunkenness from him: "In the old days, when the Marleighs were masters here," he

mumbled, "I was often within these walls. Roland Marleigh was my friend. The King's chamber was ever

accorded me, and there, for old time's sake, I'll lay these old bones of mine tonight."

"You were Roland Marleigh's friend?" gasped Gregory. He was very white now, and there was a sheen of

moisture on his face. The sound of that name had wellnigh sobered him. It was almost as if the ghost of

Roland Marleigh stood before him. His knees were loosened, and he sank back into the chair from which he

"Aye, I was his friend!" assented Crispin. "Poor Roland! He married your sister, did he not, and it was thus

that, having no issue and the family being extinct, Castle Marleigh passed to you?"

"Illfated, indeed, an all accounts be true," returned Crispin in a maudlin voice. "Poor Roland! Well, for old

"Do you look to honour us long at Castle Marleigh, Sir Crispin?" was Gregory's last question before

"Nay, sir, 'tis likely I shall go hence tomorrow," answered Crispin, unmindful of what he said.

"I trust not," said Gregory, in accents of relief that belied him. "A friend of Roland Marleigh's must ever be

"The house that was Roland Marleigh's," Crispin muttered. "Heigho! Life is precarious as the fall of a die at

best an ephemeral business. Tonight you say the house that was Roland Marleigh's; presently men will be

saying the house that the Ashburns lived aye, and died in. Give you good night, Master Ashburn."

He staggered off, and stumbled up the broad staircase at the head of which a servant now awaited, taper in

Gregory followed him with a dull, frightened eye. Galliard's halting, thickly uttered words had sounded like a

When the morrow came, however, Sir Crispin showed no signs of carrying out his proposal of the night

before, and departing from Castle Marleigh. Nor, indeed, did he so much as touch upon the subject, bearing

Gregory offered no comment upon this; through what he had done for Kenneth they were under a debt to

Galliard, and whilst he was a fugitive from the Parliament's justice it would ill become Gregory to hasten his

departure. Moreover, Gregory recalled little or nothing of the words that had passed between them in their

cups, save a vague memory that Crispin had said that he had once known Roland Marleigh.

Kenneth was content that Galliard should lie idle, and not call upon him to go forth again to lend him the aid

he had pledged himself to render when Crispin should demand it. He marvelled, as the days wore on, that

Galliard should appear to have forgotten that task of his, and that he should make no shift to set about it. For

the rest, however, it troubled him but little; enough preoccupation did he find in Cynthia's daily increasing

coldness. Upon all the fine speeches that he made her she turned an idle ear, or if she replied at all it was but

petulantly to interrupt them, to call him a man of great words and small deeds. All that he did she found ill

done, and told him of it. His sober, godly garments of sombre hue afforded her the first weapon of scorn

wherewith to wound him. A crow, she dubbed him; a canting, psalmchanting hypocrite; a

Scripturemonger, and every other contumelious epithet of like import that she should call to mind. He heard

"Is it for you, Cynthia," he cried out in his surprise, "the child of a Godfearing house, to mock the outward

"A faith," she laughed, "that is all outward symbols and naught besides; all texts and mournings and

"Go your ways, sir," she answered, half in jest, half in earnest. "What need hath a true faith of outward

symbols? It is a matter that lies between your God and yourself, and it is your heart He will look at, not your

coat. Why, then, without becoming more acceptable in His eyes, shall you but render yourself unsightly in the

Kenneth's cheeks were flushed with anger. From the terrace where they walked he let his glance roam

towards the avenue that split the park in twain. Up this at that moment, with the least suspicion of a swagger

in his gait, Sir Crispin Galliard was approaching leisurely; he wore a claretcoloured doublet edged with

silver lace, and a grey hat decked with a drooping red feather which garments, together with the rest of his

apparel, he had drawn from the wardrobe of Gregory Ashburn. His advent afforded Kenneth the retort he

"If, madam, a debauchee, a drunkard, a profligate, a brawler be your conception of a man, I would in faith

"I think," said she quietly, "that you are in as little danger of becoming the one as the other. A gentleman does

not slander a man behind his back, particularly when he owes that man his life. Kenneth, I am ashamed of

"I do not slander," he insisted hotly. "You yourself know of the drunken excess wherewith three nights ago he

celebrated his coming to Castle Marleigh. Nor do I forget what I owe him, and payment is to be made in a

manner you little know of. If I said of him what I did, it was but in answer to your taunts. Think you I could

endure comparison with such a man as that? Know you what name the Royalists give him? They call him the

"And how, sir, do they call you? The pulpit knight? Or is it the knight of the white feather? Mr. Stewart, you

weary me. I would have a man who with a man's failings hath also a man's redeeming virtues of honesty,

chivalry, and courage, and a record of brave deeds, rather than one who has nothing of the man save the coat

"Since that is so, madam," he choked, "I leave you to your swaggering, ruffling Cavalier."

And, without so much as a bow, he swung round on his heel and left her. It was her turn to grow angry now,

and well it was for him that he had not tarried. She dwelt with scorn upon his parting taunt, bethinking herself

that in truth she had exaggerated her opinions of Galliard's merits. Her feelings towards that ungodly

gentleman were rather of pity than aught else. A brave, readywitted man she knew him for, as much from

the story of his escape from Worcester as for the air that clung to him despite his swagger, and she deplored

that one possessing these ennobling virtues should have fallen notwithstanding upon such evil ways as those

which Crispin trod. Some day, perchance, when she should come to be better acquainted with him, she would

Such root did this thought take in her mind that soon thereafter and without having waited for that riper

acquaintance which at first she had held necessary she sought to lead their talk into the channels of this

delicate subject. But he as sedulously confined it to trivial matter whenever she approached him in this mood,

fencing himself about with a wall of cold reserve that was not lightly to be overthrown. In this his conscience

was at work. Cynthia was the flaw in the satisfaction he might have drawn from the contemplation of the

vengeance he was there to wreak. He beheld her so pure, so sweet and fresh, that he marvelled how she came

to be the daughter of Gregory Ashburn. His heart smote him at the thought of how she the innocent must

suffer with the guilty, and at the contemplation of the sorrow which he must visit upon her. Out of this sprang

a constraint when in her company, for other than stiff and formal he dared not be lest he should deem himself

During the first days he had pent at Marleigh, he had been impatient for Joseph Ashburn's return. Now he

A courier reached Gregory from Windsor with a letter wherein his brother told him that the Lord General, not

being at the castle, he was gone on to London in quest of him. And Gregory, lacking the means to inform him

that the missing Kenneth was already returned, was forced to possess his soul in patience until his brother,

And so the days sped on, and a week wore itself out in peace at Castle Marleigh, none dreaming of the

volcano on which they stood. Each night Crispin and Gregory sat together at the board after Kenneth and

Cynthia had withdrawn, and both drank deep the one for the vice of it, the other (as he had always done) to

He needed it now more than ever, for he feared that the consideration of Cynthia might yet unman him. Had

she scorned and avoided him and having such evidences of his ways of life he marvelled that she did not he

might have allowed his considerations of her to weigh less heavily. As it was, she sought him out, nor seemed

rebuffed at his efforts to evade her, and in every way she manifested a kindliness that drove him almost to the

Kenneth, knowing naught of the womanly purpose that actuated her, and seeing but the outward signs, which,

with ready jealousy, he misconstrued and magnified, grew sullen and churlish to her, to Galliard, and even to

For hours he would mope alone, nursing his jealous mood, as though in this clownish fashion matters were to

be mended. Did Cynthia but speak to Crispin, he scowled; did Crispin answer her, he grit his teeth at the

covert meaning wherewith his fancy invested Crispin's tones; whilst did they chance to laugh together a

contingency that fortunately for his sanity was rare he writhed in fury. He was a man transformed, and at

times there was murder in his heart. Had he been a swordsman of more than moderate skill and dared to pit

himself against the Tavern Knight, blood would have been shed in Marleigh Park betwixt them.

It seemed at last as if with his insensate jealousy all the evil humours that had lain dormant in the boy were

brought to the surface, to overwhelm his erstwhile virtues if qualities that have bigotry for a parent may

He cast off, not abruptly, but piecemeal, those outward symbols his sombre clothes. First 'twas his hat he

exchanged for a feathertrimmed beaver of more sightly hue; then those stiff white bands that reeked of

sanctity and cant for a collar of fine point; next it was his coat that took on a worldly edge of silver lace. And

so, little by little, step by step, was the metamorphosis effected, until by the end of the week he came forth a

very butterfly of fashion a gallant, dazzling Cavalier. Out of a stern, forbidding Covenanter he was

transformed in a few days into a most outrageous fop. He walked in an atmosphere of musk that he himself

exhaled; his fair hair that a while ago had hung so straight and limp was now twisted into monstrous

curls, a bunch of which were gathered by his right ear in a ribbon of pale blue silk.

Galliard noted the change in amazement, yet, knowing to what follies youth is driven when it woos, he

accounted Cynthia responsible for it, and laughed in his sardonic way, whereat the boy would blush and

scowl in one. Gregory, too, looked on and laughed, setting it down to the same cause. Even Cynthia smiled,

With a courtier's raiment Kenneth put on, too, a courtier's ways; he grew mincing and affected in his speech,

and he whose utterance a while ago had been marked by a scriptural flavour now set it off with some of

Since it was a ruffling gallant Cynthia required, he swore that a ruffling gallant should she find him; nor had

he wit enough to see that his ribbons, his fopperies, and his capers served but to make him ridiculous in her

eyes. He did indeed perceive, however, that in spite of this wondrous transformation, he made no progress in

"What signify these fripperies?" she asked him, one day, "any more than did your coat of decent black? Are

"You may take them for such, madam," he answered sulkily. "You liked me not as I was "

"Now, Heaven forbid! I do but mark the change," she answered airily. "These scented clothes are but a

masquerade, even as your coat of black and your cant were a masquerade. Then you simulated godliness;

now you simulate Heaven knows what. But now, as then, it is no more than a simulation, a pretence of

He left her in a pet, and went in search of Gregory, into whose ear he poured the story of his woes that had

their source in Cynthia's unkindness. From this resulted a stormy interview 'twixt Cynthia and her father, in

Gregory shrugged his shoulders and laughed cynically, replying that it was the way of young men to be fools,

"Be that as it may," she answered him with spirit, "this folly transcends all bounds. Master Stewart may

"Father," she pleaded, "why be angry? You would not have me marry against the inclinations of my heart?

"By the right of the freedom of my thoughts the only freedom that a woman knows. For the rest it seems

she is but a chattel; of no more consideration to a man than his ox or his ass with which the Scriptures rank

"Child, child, what know you of these things?" he cried. "You are overwrought, sweetheart." And with the

promise to wait until a calmer frame of mind in her should be more propitious to what he wished to say

She went out of doors in quest of solitude among the naked trees of the park; instead she found Sir Crispin,

Through the trees she espied him as she approached, whilst the rustle of her gown announced to him her

"Beauty, madam, is wont to inspire courage rather than fear," he answered, with a smile.

Despite himself Crispin felt his breath quickening quickening with a pleasure that he sought not to account

"Because perhaps if I did not," he answered slowly, "you might come to avoid me. I am a proud man,

"Not willingly, Cynthia. Oh, not willingly," he began. Then of a sudden he checked his tongue, and asked

himself what he was saying. With a halflaugh and a courtier manner, he continued, "Of two evils, madam,

"Madam," she echoed, disregarding all else that he had said. "It is an ugly word, and but a moment back you

"Twas a liberty that methought my grey hairs warranted, and for which you should have reproved me."

"You have not grey hairs enough to warrant it, Sir Crispin," she answered archly. "But what if even so I

The heavy lids were lifted from her eyes, and as their glance, frank and kindly, met his, he trembled. Then,

For a moment she looked at him in a puzzled way, then moved past him, and as he stood, stiffly erect,

watching her graceful figure, he thought that she was about to leave him, and was glad of it. But ere she had

"Sir Crispin," said she, looking back at him over her shoulder, "I am walking to the cliffs."

Never was a man more plainly invited to become an escort; but he ignored it. A sad smile crept into his harsh

She inclined to call him a fool; yet she restrained herself. She had an impulse to go her way without him; but,

then, she desired his company, and Cynthia was unused to having her desires frustrated. So finding him

Her offended tone aroused him now to the understanding that he was impolite. Contrite he stood beside her in

"With your permission, mistress, I will go with you. I am a dull fellow, and today I know not what mood is

on me. So sorry a one that I feared I should be poor company. Still, if you'll endure me, I'll do my best to

"By no means," she answered coldly. "I seek not the company of dull fellows." And she was gone.

He stood where she had left him, and breathed a most ungallant prayer of thanks. Next he laughed softly to

He reseated himself upon the fallen tree, and there he set himself to reflect, and to realize that he, warworn

and callous, come to Castle Marleigh on such an errand as was his, should wax sick at the very thought of it

for the sake of a chit of a maid, with a mind to make a mock and a toy of him. Into his mind there entered

even the possibility of flight, forgetful of the wrongs he had suffered, abandoning the vengeance he had

"God in heaven, am I a boy, beardless and green?" he asked himself. "Am I turned seventeen again, that to

look into a pair of eyes should make me forget all things but their existence?" Then in a burst of passion:

He rose abruptly, and set out to walk aimlessly along, until suddenly a turn in the path brought him face to

"Sir laggard, I knew that willynilly you would follow me," she cried. And he, taken aback, could not but

Side by side stepped that oddly assorted pair along the maiden whose soul was as pure and fresh as the

breeze that blew upon them from the sea, and the man whose life years ago had been marred by a sorrow, the

quest of whose forgetfulness had led him through the mire of untold sin; the girl upon the threshold of

womanhood, her life all before her and seeming to her untainted mind a joyous, wholesome business; the man

midway on his illstarred career, his every hope blighted save the one odious hope of vengeance, which

made him cling to a life he had proved worthless and ugly, and that otherwise he had likely enough cast from

Startled by her words and the tone of them, Galliard turned his head that he might observe her.

"I, unhappy?" he laughed; and it was a laugh calculated to acknowledge the fitness of her question, rather

than to refute it as he intended. "Am I a clown, Cynthia, to own myself unhappy at such a season and while

"What is happiness?" quoth he, much as Pilate may have questioned what was truth. Then before she could

"It is not of the present moment that I speak," she answered reprovingly, for she scented no more than a

Now either was he imbued with a sense of modesty touching the deeds of that life of his, or else did he wisely

realize that no theme could there he less suited to discourse upon with an innocent maid.

"Mistress Cynthia," said he as though he had not heard her question, "I would say a word to you concerning

"But it is concerning yourself that I would have you talk. It is not nice to disobey a lady. Besides, I have little

"To have little interest in a future husband augurs ill for the time when he shall come to be your husband."

"I thought that you, at least, understood me. Kenneth will never be husband of mine, Sir Crispin."

"Oh, lackaday! Am I to wed a doll?" she demanded. "Is he is he a man a maid may love, Sir Crispin?"

"Indeed, had you but seen the half of life that I have seen," said he unthinkingly, "it might amaze you what

manner of man a maid may love or at least may marry. Come, Cynthia, what fault do you find with him?"

"And whom are we to blame for all these faults that have turned you so against him?"

"Yourself, Cynthia. You use him ill, child. If his behaviour has been extravagant, you are to blame. You are

severe with him, and he, in his rash endeavours to present himself in a guise that shall render him

"Since when have I enjoyed your father's confidence to that degree? No, no, Cynthia. I plead the boy's cause

"It is ill to plead without knowing why. Let us forget the valiant Kenneth. They tell me, Sir Crispin" and

she turned her glorious eyes upon him in a manner that must have witched a statue into answering her "that

"I blush?" He blinked, and his eyes were full of humour as they met her grave almost sorrowing glance.

Then a fullhearted peal of laughter broke from him, and scared a flight of gulls from the rocks of

"Oh, Cynthia! You'll kill me!" he gasped. "Picture to yourself this Crispin Galliard blushing and giggling like

a schoolgirl beset by her first lover. Picture it, I say! As well and as easily might you picture old Lucifer

"It is always so with you. You laugh and jest and make a mock of everything. Such I doubt not has been your

"Nay, sweet mistress, you are wrong you are very wrong; it was not always thus. Time was " He paused.

"Bah! 'Tis the coward cries "time was"! Leave me the past, Cynthia. It is dead, and of the dead we should

"What is there in your past?" she insisted, despite his words. "What is there in it so to have warped a

character that I am assured was once is, indeed, still of lofty and noble purpose? What is it has brought

"Nay, tell me. Let us sit here." And taking hold of his sleeve, she sat herself upon a mound, and made room

for him beside her on the grass. With a halflaugh and a sigh he obeyed her, and there, on the cliff, in the

A silence prevailed about them, emphasized rather than broken by the droning chant of a fisherman mending

his nets on the beach below, the intermittent plash of the waves on the shingle, and the scream of the gulls

that circled overhead. Before the eyes of his flesh was stretched a wide desert of sky and water, and before

He was almost tempted to speak. The note of sympathy in her voice allured him, and sympathy was to him as

drink to one who perishes of thirst. A passionate, indefinable longing impelled him to pour out the story that

in Worcester he had related unto Kenneth, and thus to set himself better in her eyes; to have her realize

indeed that if he was come so low it was more the fault of others than his own. The temptation drew him at a

headlong pace, to be checked at last by the memory that those others who had brought him to so sorry a

condition were her own people. The humour passed. He laughed softly, and shook his head.

"Nay, but you must. Willynilly must you. Think you it is only a warworn, harddrinking, swashbuckling

ruffler that can sin? Does it not also occur to you that even a frail and tender little maid may do wrong as

"A grievous wrong to this poor lad. Can you not realize how the only desire that governs him is the laudable

"He is mistaken in the means he adopts, that is all. In his heart his one aim is to win your esteem, and, after

all, it is the sentiment that matters, not its manifestation. Why, then, are you unkind to him?"

"But I am not unkind. Or is it unkindness to let him see that I mislike his capers? Would it not be vastly more

unkind to ignore them and encourage him to pursue their indulgence? I have no patience with him."

"As for those capers, I am endeavouring to show you that you yourself have driven him to them."

"Aye," said he, "I grow tiresome. I grow tiresome because I preach of duty. Marry, it is in truth a tiresome

"How duty? Of what do you talk?" And a flush of incipient anger spread now on her fair cheek.

"I will be clearer," said he imperturbably. "This lad is your betrothed. He is at heart a good lad, an honourable

and honest lad at times haply overhonest and overhonourable; but let that be. To please a whim, a

caprice, you set yourself to flout him, as is the way of your sex when you behold a man your utter slave.

From this being all unversed in the obliquity of woman he conceives, poor boy, that he no longer finds

favour in your eyes, and to win back this, the only thing that in the world he values, he behaves foolishly.

You flout him anew, and because of it. He is as jealous with you as a hen with her brood."

"Why, yes, jealous; and so far does he go as to be jealous even of me," he cried, with infinitely derisive

relish. "Think of it he is jealous of me! Jealous of him they call the Tavern Knight!"

She did think of it as he bade her. And by thinking she stumbled upon a discovery that left her breathless.

Strange how we may bear a sentiment in our hearts without so much as suspecting its existence, until

suddenly a chance word shall so urge it into life that it reveals itself with unmistakable distinctness. With her

the revelation began in a vague wonder at the scorn with which Crispin invested the notion that Kenneth

should have cause for jealousy on his score. Was it, she asked herself, so monstrously unnatural? Then in a

flash the answer came and it was, that far from being a matter for derision, such an attitude in Kenneth

In that moment she knew that it was because of Crispin; because of this man who spoke with such very scorn

of self, that Kenneth had become in her eyes so mean and unworthy a creature. Loved him she haply never

had, but leastways she had tolerated been even flattered by his wooing. By contrasting him now with

Crispin she had grown to despise him. His weakness, his pusillanimity, his meannesses of soul, stood out in

sharp relief by contrast with the masterful strength and the high spirit of Sir Crispin.

So easily may our ideals change that the very graces of face and form that a while ago had pleased her in

Kenneth, seemed now effeminate attributes, wellattuned to a vacillating, purposeless mind. Far greater

beauty did her eyes behold in this grimfaced soldier of fortune; the man as firm of purpose as he was upright

of carriage; gloomy, proud, and reckless; still young, yet past the callow age of adolescence. Since the day of

his coming to Castle Marleigh she had brought herself to look upon him as a hero stepped from the

romancers' tales that in secret she had read. The mystery that seemed to envelop him; those hints at a past that

was not good but the measure of whose evil in her pure innocence she could not guess; his very

melancholy, his misfortunes, and the deeds she had heard assigned to him, all had served to fire her fancy and

Subconsciously all this had long dwelt in her mind. And now of a sudden that selfderiding speech of

She loved him. That men said his life had not been nice, that he was a soldier of fortune, little better than an

adventurer, a man of no worldly weight, were matters of no moment then to her. She loved him. She knew it

now because he had mockingly bidden her to think whether Kenneth had cause to be jealous of him, and

because upon thinking of it, she found that did Kenneth know what was in her heart, he must have more than

She loved him with that rare love that will urge a woman to the last sacrifice a man may ask; a love that gives

and gives, and seeks nothing in return; that impels a woman to follow the man at his bidding, be his way

through the world cast in places never so rugged; cleaving to him where all besides shall have abandoned

him; and, however dire his lot, asking of God no greater blessing than that of sharing it.

And to such a love as this Crispin was blind blind to the very possibility of its existence; so blind that he

laughed to scorn the idea of a puny milksop being jealous of him. And so, while she sat, her soul all mastered

by her discovery, her face white. and still for very awe of it, he to whom this wealth was given, pursued the

"You have observed you must have observed this insensate jealousy," he was saying, "and how do you

allay it? You do not. On the contrary, you excite it at every turn. You are exciting it now by having and I

dare swear for no other purpose lured me to walk with you, to sit here with you and preach your duty to

you. And when, through jealousy, he shall have flown to fresh absurdities, shall you regret your conduct and

the fruits it has borne? Shall you pity the lad, and by kindness induce him to be wiser? No. You will mock

and taunt him into yet worse displays. And through these displays, which are though you may not have

bethought you of it of your own contriving, you will conclude that he is no fit mate for you, and there will

be heartburnings, and years hence perhaps another Tavern Knight, whose name will not be Crispin

She had listened with bent head; indeed, so deeply rapt by her discovery, that she had but heard the half of

He stared at her, dumfounded. Had he been talking of Kenneth to her with such eloquence and such fervour,

that she should calmly tell him as he paused that it was not of Kenneth she had been thinking?

"You will think of him, Cynthia?" he begged. "You will bethink you too of what I have said, and by being

kinder and more indulgent with this youth you shall make him grow into a man you may take pride in. Deal

fairly with him, child, and if anon you find you cannot truly love him, then tell him so. But tell him kindly

She was silent a moment, and in their poignancy her feelings went very near to anger. Presently:

The words awoke Crispin, the philosopher of love, to realities. He recalled the circumstances of his saving

Kenneth, and the price the boy was to pay for that service; and it suddenly came to him that it was wasted

breath to plead Kenneth's cause with Cynthia, when by his own future actions he was, himself, more than

likely to destroy the boy's every hope of wedding her. The irony of his attitude smote him hard, and he rose

"Hereafter he may have little cause to thank me," muttered he. "Come, Mistress Cynthia, it grows late."

She rose in mechanical obedience, and together they retraced their steps in silence, save for the stray word

But he had not advocated Kenneth's cause in vain, for all that he little recked what his real argument had

been, what influences he had evoked to urge her to make her peace with the lad. A melancholy listlessness of

mind possessed her now. Crispin did not see, never would see, what was in her heart, and it might not be hers

to show him. The life that might have signified was not to be lived, and since that was so it seemed to matter

It was thus that when on the morrow her father returned to the subject, she showed herself tractable and

docile out of her indifference, and to Gregory she appeared not averse to listen to what he had to advance in

the boy's favour. Anon Kenneth's own humble pleading, allied to his contrite and sorrowful appearance, were

received by her with that same indifference, as also with indifference did she allow him later to kiss her hand

But pale grew Mistress Cynthia's cheeks, and sad her soul. Wistful she waxed, sighing at every turn, until it

seemed to her as haply it hath seemed to many a maid that all her life must she waste in vain sighs over a

On his side Kenneth strove hard during the days that followed to right himself in her eyes. But so headlong

was he in the attempt, and so misguided, that presently he overshot his mark by dropping an unflattering

word concerning Crispin, whereby he attributed to the Tavern Knight's influence and example the degenerate

Cynthia's eyes grew hard as he spoke, and had he been wise he had better served his cause by talking in

another vein. But love and jealousy had so addled what poor brains the Lord had bestowed upon him, that he

floundered on, unmindful of any warning that took not the blunt shape of words. At length, however, she

"Have I not told you already, Kenneth, that it better becomes a gentleman not to slander the man to whom he

As he had protested before, so did he protest now, that what he had uttered was no slander. And in his rage

and mortification at the way she used him, and for which he now bitterly upbraided her, he was very near the

"And as for the debt, madam," he cried, striking the oaken table of the hall with his clenched hand, "it is a

debt that shall be paid, a debt which this gentleman whom you defend would not permit me to contract until I

had promised payment aye, 'fore George! and with interest, for in the payment I may risk my very life."

"I see no interest in that, since you risk nothing more than what you owe him," she answered, with a disdain

that brought the impending tears to his eyes. But if he lacked the manliness to restrain them, he possessed at

least the shame to turn his back and hide them from her. "But tell me, sir," she added, her curiosity awakened,

He was silent for a moment, and took a turn in the hall mastering himself to speak his hands clasped

behind his back, and his eyes bent towards the polished floor which the evening sunlight, filtered through the

gules of the leaded windows, splashed here and there with a crimson stain. She sat in the great leathern chair

He was debating whether he was bound to secrecy in the matter, and in the end he resolved that he was not.

Thereupon, pausing before her, he succinctly told the story Crispin had related to him that night in Worcester

the story of a great wrong, that none but a craven could have left unavenged. He added nothing to it,

subtracted nothing from it, but told the tale as it had been told to him on that dreadful night, the memory of

Cynthia sat with parted lips and eager eyes, drinking in that touching narrative of suffering that was rather as

some romancer's fabrication than a true account of what a living man had undergone. Now with sorrow and

pity in her heart and countenance, now with anger and loathing, she listened until he had done, and even

when he ceased speaking, and flung himself into the nearest chair, she sat on in silence for a spell.

Then of a sudden she turned a pair of flashing eyes upon the boy, and in tones charged with a scorn ineffable:

"You dare," she cried, "to speak of that man as you do, knowing all this? Knowing what he has suffered, you

dare to rail in his absence against those sins to which his misfortunes have driven him? How, think you,

would it have fared with you, you fool, had you stood in the shoes of this unfortunate? Had you fallen on

your craven knees, and thanked the Lord for allowing you to keep your miserable life? Had you succumbed

to the blows of fate with a whine of texts upon your lips? Who are you?" she went on, rising, breathless in her

wrath, which caused him to recoil in sheer affright before her. "Who are you, and what are you, that knowing

what you know of this man's life, you dare to sit in judgment upon his actions and condemn them? Answer

But never a word had he wherewith to meet that hail of angry, contemptuous questions. The answer that had

been so ready to his lips that night at Worcester, when, in a milder form the Tavern Knight had set him the

same question, he dared hot proffer now. The retort that Sir Crispin had not cause enough in the evil of

others, which had wrecked his life, to risk the eternal damnation of his soul, he dared no longer utter. Glibly

enough had he said to that stern man that which he dared not say now to this sterner beauty. Perhaps it was

fear of her that made him dumb, perhaps that at last he knew himself for what he was by contrast with the

Shrinking back before her anger, he racked his shallow mind in vain for a fitting answer. But ere he had

found one, a heavy step sounded in the gallery that overlooked the hall, and a moment later Gregory Ashburn

descended. His face was ghastly white, and a heavy frown furrowed the space betwixt his brows.

In the fleeting glance she bestowed upon her father, she remarked not the disorder of his countenance; whilst

Gregory's advent set an awkward constraint upon them, nor had he any word to say as he came heavily up the

At the lower end of the long table he paused, and resting his hand upon the board, he seemed on the point of

speaking when of a sudden a sound reached him that caused him to draw a sharp breath; it was the rumble of

"It is Joseph!" he cried, in a voice the relief of which was so marked that Cynthia noticed it. And with that

exclamation he flung past them, and out through the doorway to meet his brother so opportunely returned.

He reached the terrace steps as the coach pulled up, and the lean figure of Joseph Ashburn emerged from it.

"So, Gregory," he grumbled for greeting, "it was on a fool's errand you sent me, after all. That knave, your

messenger, found me in London at last when I had outworn my welcome at Whitehall. But, 'swounds, man,"

"It is not Cynthia?" he inquired. "Nay, for there she stands and her pretty lover by her side. 'Slife, what a

And with that he hastened forward to kiss his niece, and congratulate Kenneth upon being restored to her.

"I heard of it, lad, in London," quoth he, a leer upon his sallow face "the story of how a fireeater named

Galliard befriended you, trussed a parson and a trooper, and dragged you out of jail a short hour before

Kenneth flushed. He felt the sneer in Joseph's, words like a stab. The man's tone implied that another had

done for him that which he would not have dared do for himself, and Kenneth felt that this was so said in

He was right. Partly it was Joseph's way to be spiteful and venomous whenever chance afforded him the

opportunity. Partly he had been particularly soured at present by his recent discomforts, suffered in a cause

wherewith he had no, sympathy that of the union Gregory desired 'twixt Cynthia and Kenneth.

There was an evil smile on his thin lips, and his crooked eyes rested tormentingly upon the young man. A

fresh taunt trembled on his viperish tongue, when Gregory plucked at the skirts of his coat, and drew him

aside. They entered the chamber where they had held their last interview before Joseph had set out for news

of Kenneth. With an air of mystery Gregory closed the door, then turned to face his brother. He stayed him in

"Wait, Joseph!" he cried dramatically. "This is no time to disarm. Keep your sword on your thigh, man; you

will need it as you never yet have needed it." He paused, took a deep breath, and hurled the news at his

Joseph did not start; he did not cry out; he did not so much as change countenance. A slight quiver of the

eyelids was the only outward sign he gave of the shock that his brother's announcement had occasioned. The

hand that had rested on the buckle of his swordbelt slipped quietly to his side, and he deliberately stepped

up to Gregory, his eyes set searchingly upon the pale, flabby face before him. A sudden suspicion darting

through his mind, he took his brother by the shoulders and shook him vigorously.

"I have, I have," wailed Gregory, "and, my God, 'twas he was my tablefellow, and set me the example."

"Like enough, like enough," returned Joseph, with a contemptuous laugh. "My poor Gregory, the wine has so

fouled your worthless wits at last, that they conjure up phantoms to sit at the table with you. Come, man,

"Tis you are the fool," he retorted angrily, springing to his feet, and towering above his brother.

"It was no ghost sat with me, but Roland Marleigh, himself, in the flesh, and strangely changed by time. So

changed that I knew him not, nor should I know him now but for that which, not ten minutes ago, I

His earnestness was too impressive, his sanity too obvious, and Joseph's suspicions were all scattered before

He caught Gregory's wrist in a grip that made him wince, and forced him back into his seat.

And forthwith Gregory told him of the manner of Kenneth's coming to Sheringham and to Castle Marleigh,

accompanied by one Crispin Galliard, the same that had been known for his mad exploits in the late wars as

"rakehelly Galliard," and that was now known to the malignants as "The Tavern Knight" for his debauched

habits. Crispin's mention of Roland Marleigh on the night of his arrival now returned vividly to Gregory's

mind, and he repeated it, ending with the story that that very evening he had overheard Kenneth telling

"And this Galliard, then, is none other than that pup of insolence, Roland Marleigh, grown into a dog of

"And you saw this man day by day, sat with him night by night over your damned sack, and knew him not?

"I may have been blind. But he is greatly changed. I would defy you, Joseph, to have recognized him."

Joseph sneered, and the flash of his eyes told of the contempt wherein he held his brother's judgment and

"Think not that, Gregory. I have cause enough to remember him," said Joseph, with an unpleasant laugh.

"Not a whit. In that lies this fellow's diabolical cunning. Learning of Kenneth's relations with us, he seized the

opportunity Fate offered him that night at Worcester, and bound the lad on oath to help him when he should

demand it, without disclosing the names of those against whom he should require his services. The boy

expects at any moment to be bidden to go forth with him upon his mission of revenge, little dreaming that it

"This comes of your fine matrimonial projects for Cynthia," muttered Joseph acridly. He laughed his

"To think, Gregory," he broke out at last, "that for a fortnight he should have been beneath this roof, and you

should have found no means of doing more effectively that which was done too carelessly eighteen years

He spoke as coldly as though the matter were a trivial one. Gregory shuddered and looked at his brother in

"What now, fool?" cried Joseph, scowling. "Are you as cowardly as you are blind? Damn me, sir, it seems

well that I am returned. I'll have no Marleigh plague my old age for me." He paused a moment, then

continued in a quieter voice, but one whose ring was sinister beyond words: "Tomorrow I shall find a way to

draw this your dog of war to some secluded ground. I have some skill," he pursued, tapping his hilt as he

spoke, "besides, you shall be there, Gregory." And he smiled darkly. "Is there no other way?" asked Gregory,

"There was," answered Joseph. "There was in Parliament. At Whitehall I met a man one Colonel Pride a

bloodthirsty old Puritan soldier, who would give his right hand to see this Galliard hanged. Galliard, it seems,

slew the fellow's son at Worcester. Had I but known," he added regretfully "had your wits been keener, and

you had discovered it and sent me word, I had found means to help Colonel Pride to his revenge. As it is"

"It may be " began Gregory, then stopped abruptly with an exclamation that caused Joseph to wheel sharply

round. The door had opened, and on the threshold Sir Crispin Galliard stood, deferentially, hat in hand.

Despite his anxiety, Gregory chuckled at the question. The Tavern Knight came forward. "I am Sir Crispin

Galliard, at your service," said he, bowing. "I was told that the master of Marleigh was returned, and that I

should find you here, and I hasten, sir, to proffer you my thanks for the generous shelter this house has given

Whilst he spoke he measured Joseph with his eyes, and his glance was as hateful as his words were civil.

Joseph was lost in amazement. Little trace was there in this fellow of the Roland Marleigh he had known.

Moreover, he had looked to find an older man, forgetting that Roland's age could not exceed thirtyeight.

Then, again, the fading light, whilst revealing the straight, supple lines of his lank figure, softened the

haggardness of the face and made him appear yet younger than the light of day would have shown him.

In an instant Joseph had recovered from his surprise, and for all that his mind misgave him tortured by a

desire to learn whether Crispin was aware of their knowledge concerning him his smile was serene, and his

"Sir, you are very welcome. You have valiantly served one dear to us, and the entertainment of our poor

house for as long as you may deign to honour it is but the paltriest of returns."

Sir Crispin had heard naught of what was being said as he entered the room wherein the brothers plotted

against him, and he little dreamt that his identity was discovered. He had but hastened to perform that which,

under ordinary circumstances, would have been a natural enough duty towards the master of the house. He

had been actuated also by an impatience again to behold this Joseph Ashburn the man who had dealt him

that murderous swordthrust eighteen years ago. He watched him attentively, and gathering from his scrutiny

that here was a dangerous, subtle man, different, indeed, to his dullwitted brother, he had determined to act

And so when he appeared in the hall at suppertime, he came armed and booted, and equipped as for a

Joseph was standing alone by the huge fireplace, his face to the burning logs, and his foot resting upon one

of the andirons. Gregory and his daughter were talking together in the embrasure of a window. By the other

window, across the hall, stood Kenneth, alone and disconsolate, gazing out at the drizzling rain that had

As Galliard descended, Joseph turned his head, and his eyebrows shot up and wrinkled his forehead at

"Too long already have I imposed myself upon the hospitality of Castle Marleigh," Crispin answered politely

as he came and stood before the blazing logs. "Tonight, Mr. Ashburn, I go hence."

A curious expression flitted across Joseph's face. The next moment, his brows still knit as he sought to

fathom his sudden action, he was muttering the formal regrets that courtesy dictated. But Crispin had

remarked that singular expression on Joseph's face fleeting though it had been and it flashed across his

mind that Joseph knew him. And as he moved away towards Cynthia and her father, he thanked Heaven that

he had taken such measures as he had thought wise and prudent for the carrying out of his resolve.

Following him with a glance, Joseph asked himself whether Crispin had discovered that he was recognized,

and had determined to withdraw, leaving his vengeance for another and more propitious season. In answer

little knowing the measure of the man he dealt with he told himself it must be so, and having arrived at that

conclusion, he there and then determined that Crispin should not depart free to return and plague them when

he listed. Since Galliard shrank from forcing matters to an issue, he himself would do it that very night, and

thereby settle for all time his business. And so ere he sat down to sup Joseph looked to it that his sword lay at

The meal was a quiet one enough. Kenneth was sulking 'neath the fresh illusage as he deemed it that he

had suffered at Cynthia's hands. Cynthia, in her turn, was grave and silent. That story of Sir Crispin's

sufferings gave her much to think of, as did also his departure, and more than once did Galliard find her eyes

fixed upon him with a look half of pity, half of some other feeling that he was at a loss to interpret. Gregory's

big voice was little heard. The sinister glitter in his brother's eye made him apprehensive and ill at ease. For

him the hour was indeed in travail and like to bring forth strange doings but not half so much as it was for

Crispin and Joseph, each bent upon forcing matters to a head ere they quitted that board. And yet but for

these two the meal would have passed off in dismal silence. Joseph was at pains to keep suspicion from his

guest, and with that intent he talked gaily of this and that, told of slight matters that had befallen him on his

recent journey and of the doings that in London he had witnessed, investing each trifling incident with a garb

And Galliard actuated by the same motives grew reminiscent whenever Joseph paused and let his nimble

tongue even nimblest at a table amuse those present, or seem to amuse them, by a score of drolleries.

He drank deeply too, and this Joseph observed with satisfaction. But here again he misjudged his man.

Kenneth, who ate but little, seemed also to have developed an enormous thirst, and Crispin grew at length

alarmed at that ever empty goblet so often filled. He would have need of Kenneth ere the hour was out, and

he rightly feared that did matters thus continue, the lad's aid was not to be reckoned with. Had Kenneth sat

beside him he might have whispered a word of restraint in his eat, but the lad was on the other side of the

At one moment Crispin fancied that a look of intelligence passed from Joseph to Gregory, and when

presently Gregory set himself to ply both him and the boy with wine, his suspicions became certainties, and

Anon Cynthia rose. Upon the instant Galliard was also on his feet. He escorted her to the foot of the staircase,

"Permit me, Mistress Cynthia," said he, "to take my leave of you. In an hour or so I shall be riding away from

Her eyes sought the ground, and had he been observant of her he might have noticed that she paled slightly.

He bowed low. She dropped him a slight curtsey, and ascended the stairs. Once as she reached the gallery

above she turned. He had resumed his seat at table, and was in the act of filling his glass. The servants had

withdrawn, and for half an hour thereafter they sat on, sipping their wine, and making conversation while

Crispin drained bumper after bumper and grew every instant more boisterous, until at length his

boisterousness passed into incoherence. His eyelids drooped heavily, and his chin kept ever and anon sinking

Kenneth, flushed with wine, yet master of his wits, watched him with contempt. This was the man Cynthia

preferred to him! Contempt was there also in Joseph Ashburn's eye, mingled with satisfaction. He had not

"My brother tells me that you were once acquainted with Roland Marleigh," said he.

"Aye," he answered thickly. "I knew the dog a merry, reckless soul, d n me. 'Twas his recklessness killed

"What story?" echoed Crispin. "The story that I heard. Do you say I lie?" And, swaying in his chair, he

"Why, no, I don't deny it. It was in fair fight he fell. Moreover, he brought the duel upon himself."

Crispin spoke no word in answer, but rose unsteadily to his feet, so unsteadily that his chair was overset and

fell with a crash behind him. For a moment he surveyed it with a drunken leer, then went lurching across the

hall towards the door that led to the servants' quarters. The three men sat on, watching his antics in contempt,

curiosity, and amusement. They saw him gain the heavy oaken door and close it. They heard the bolts rasp as

he shot them home, and the lock click; and they saw him withdraw the key and slip it into his pocket.

The cold smile still played round Joseph's lips as Crispin turned to face them again, and on Joseph's lips did

that same smile freeze as he saw him standing there, erect and firm, his drunkenness all vanished, and his

"You lie, Joseph Ashburn. It was no fair fight. It was no duel. It was a foul, murderous stroke you dealt him

in the back, thinking to butcher him as you butchered his wife and his babe. But there is a God, Master

Ashburn" he went on in an everswelling voice, "and I lived. Like a salamander I came through the flames in

which you sought to destroy all trace of your vile deed. I lived, and I, Crispin Galliard, the debauched Tavern

The very incarnation was he then of an avenger, as he stood towering before them, his grim face livid with

the passion into which he had lashed himself as he spoke, his blazing eyes watching them in that cunning,

halfclosed way that was his when his mood was dangerous. And yet the only one that quailed was Kenneth,

Joseph recovered quickly from the surprise of Crispin's suddenly reassumed sobriety. He understood the trick

that Galliard had played upon them so that he might cut off their retreat in the only direction in which they

might have sought assistance, and he cursed himself for not having foreseen it. Still, anxiety he felt none; his

sword was to his hand, and Gregory was armed; at the very worst they were two calm and able men opposed

to a halfintoxicated boy, and a man whom fury, he thought, must strip of half his power. Probably, indeed,

the lad would side with them, despite his plighted word. Again, he had but to raise his voice, and, though the

door that Crispin had fastened was a stout one,, he never doubted but that his call would penetrate it and bring

And so, a smile of cynical unconcern returned to his lips and his answer was delivered in a cold, incisive

"The reckoning you have come to demand shall be paid you, sir. Rakehelly Galliard is the hero of many a

reckless deed, but my judgment is much at fault if this prove not his crowning recklessness and his last one.

Gadswounds, sir, are you mad to come hither singlehanded to beard the lion in his den?"

"Rather the cur in his kennel," sneered Crispin back. "Blood and wounds, Master Joseph, think you to affright

"Were help needed, the raising of my voice would bring it me. But it is not. We are three to one."

"You reckon wrongly. Mr. Stewart belongs to me tonight bound by an oath that 'twould damn his soul to

break, to help me when and where I may call upon him; and I call upon him now. Kenneth, draw your

"Bear your oath in mind," was the cold answer. "If you deem yourself wronged by me, hereafter you shall

have what satisfaction you demand. But first fulfil me what you have sworn. Out with your blade, man."

Still Kenneth hesitated, and but for Gregory's rash action at that critical juncture, it is possible that he would

have elected to break his plighted word. But Gregory fearing that he might determine otherwise, resolved

there and then to remove the chance of it. Whipping out his sword, he made a vicious pass at the lad's breast.

Kenneth avoided it by leaping backwards, but in an instant Gregory had sprung after him, and seeing himself

They stood in the space between the table and that part of the hall that abutted on to the terrace; opposite to

them, by the door which he had closed, stood Crispin. At the tablehead Joseph still sat cool, selfcontained,

He realized the rashness of Gregory's attack upon one that might yet have been won over to their side; but he

never doubted that a few passes would dispose of the lad's opposition, and he sought not to interfere. Then he

saw Crispin advancing towards him slowly, his rapier naked in his hand, and he was forced to look to

himself. He caught at the sword that stood behind him, and leaping to his feet he sprang forward to meet his

grim antagonist. Galliard's eyes flashed out a look of joy, he raised his rapier, and their blades met.

"Hold, sir!" Kenneth had cried, as Gregory bore down upon him. But Gregory's answer had been a lunge

which the boy had been forced to parry. Taking that crossing of blades for a sign of opposition, Gregory

thrust again more viciously. Kenneth parried narrowly, his blade pointing straight at his aggressor. He saw

the opening, and both instinct and the desire to repel Gregory's onslaught drew him into attempting a riposte,

which drove Gregory back until his shoulders touched the panels of the wall. Simultaneously the boy's foot

struck the back of the chair which in rising Crispin had overset, and he stumbled. How it happened he

scarcely knew, but as he hurtled forward his blade slid along his opponent's, and entering Gregory's right

Joseph heard the tinkle of a falling blade, and assumed it to be Kenneth's. For the rest he was just then too

busy to dare withdraw for a second his eyes from Crispin's. Until that hour Joseph Ashburn had accounted

himself something of a swordsman, and more than a match for most masters of the weapon. But in Crispin he

found a fencer of a quality such as he had never yet encountered. Every feint, every botte in his catalogue had

he paraded in quick succession, yet ever with the same result his point was foiled and put aside with ease.

Desperately he fought now, darting that point of his hither and thither in and out whenever the slightest

opening offered; yet ever did it meet the gentle averting pressure of Crispin's blade. He fought on and

marvelled as the seconds went by that Gregory came not to his aid. Then the sickening thought that perhaps

Gregory was overcome occurred to him. In such a case he must reckon upon himself alone. He cursed the

overconfidence that had led him into that everfatal error of underestimating his adversary. He might have

known that one who had acquired Sir Crispin's fame was no ordinary man, but one accustomed to face great

He marvelled as the thought occurred to him that the clatter of their blades had not drawn his servants from

"Spare your breath," growled the knight. "I dare swear you'll have need of it. None will hear you, call as you

will. I gave your four henchmen a flagon of wine wherein to drink to my safe journey hence. They have

emptied it ere this, I make no doubt, and a single glass of it would set the hardest toper asleep for the round of

An oath was Joseph's only answer a curse it was upon his own folly and assurance. A little while ago he

had thought to have drawn so tight a net about this ruler, and here was he now taken in its very toils,

It occurred to him then that Crispin stayed his hand. That he fenced only on the defensive, and he wondered

what might his motive be. He realized that he was mastered, and that at any moment Galliard might send

home his blade. He was bathed from head to foot in a sweat that was at once of exertion and despair. A

frenzy seized him. Might he not yet turn to advantage this hesitancy of Crispin's to strike the final blow?

He braced himself for a supreme effort, and turning his wrist from a simulated thrust in the first position, he

doubled, and stretching out, lunged vigorously in quarte. As he lengthened his arm in the stroke there came a

sudden twitch at his wrist; the weapon was twisted from his grasp, and he stood disarmed at Crispin's mercy.

A gurgling cry broke despite him from his lips, and his eyes grew wide in a sickly terror as they encountered

the knight's sinister glance. Not three paces behind him was the wall, and on it, within the hand's easy reach,

hung many a trophied weapon that might have served him then. But the fascination of fear was upon him,

benumbing his wits and paralysing his limbs, with the thought that the next pulsation of his tumultuous heart

would prove its last. The calm, unflinching courage that had been Joseph's only virtue was shattered, and his

iron will that had unscrupulously held hitherto his very conscience in bondage was turned to water now that

Eons of time it seemed to him were sped since the sword was wrenched from his hand, and still the stroke he

awaited came not; still Crispin stood, sinister and silent before him, watching him with magnetic, fascinating

eyes as the snake watches the bird eyes from which Joseph could not withdraw his own, and yet before

The candles were burning low in their sconces, and the corners of that ample, gloomy hall were filled with

mysterious shadows that formed a setting well attuned to the grim picture made by those two figures the

Beyond the table, and with the wounded Gregory lying unconscious and bleeding at his feet, stood

To him also, as he watched, the seconds seemed minutes from the time when Crispin had disarmed his

opponent until with a laugh short and sudden as a stab he dropped his sword and caught his victim by the

However fierce the passion that had actuated Crispin, it had been held hitherto in strong subjection. But now

at last it suddenly welled up and mastered him, causing him to cast all restraint to the winds, to abandon

reason, and to give way to the lust of rage that rendered ungovernable his mood.

Like a burst of flame from embers that have been smouldering was the upleaping of his madness,

transfiguring his face and transforming his whole being. A new, unconquerable strength possessed him; his

pulses throbbed swiftly and madly with the quickened coursing of his blood, and his soul was filled with the

cruel elation that attends a lust about to be indulged the elation of the beast about to rend its prey.

He was pervaded by the desire to wreak slowly and with his hands the destruction of his broken enemy. To

have passed his sword through him would have been too swiftly done; the man would have died, and Crispin

would have known nothing of his sufferings. But to take him thus by the throat; slowly to choke the life's

breath out of him; to feel his desperate, writhing struggles; to be conscious of every agonized twitch of his

sinews, to watch the purpling face, the swelling veins, the protruding eyes filled with the dumb horror of his

agony; to hold him thus each second becoming a distinct, appreciable division of time and thus to take

what payment he could for all the blighted years that lay behind him this he felt would be something like

Meanwhile the shock of surprise at the unlookedfor movement had awakened again the man in Joseph. For

a second even Hope knocked at his heart. He was sinewy and active, and perchance he might yet make

Galliard repent that he had discarded his rapier. The knight's reason for doing so he thought he had in

And as he spoke, his lean, nervous fingers tightened about Joseph's throat in a grip that crushed the breath

from him, and with it the newborn hope of proving master in his fresh combat. He had not reckoned with

this galleyweaned strength of Crispin's, a strength that was a revelation to Joseph as he felt himself almost

lifted from the ground, and swung this way and that, like a babe in the hands of a grown man. Vain were his

struggles. His strength ebbed fast; the blood, held overlong in his head, was already obscuring his vision,

when at last the grip relaxed, and his breathing was freed. As his sight cleared again he found himself back in

his chair at the tablehead, and beside him Sir Crispin, his left hand resting upon the board, his right grasping

Kenneth, looking on, could not repress a shudder. He had known Crispin for a tempestuous man quickly

moved to wrath, and he had oftentimes seen anger make terrible his face and glance. But never had he seen

aught in him to rival this present frenzy; it rendered satanical the baleful glance of his eyes and the awful

smile of hate and mockery with which be gazed at last upon the helpless quarry that he had waited eighteen

years to bring to earth. "I would," said Crispin, in a harsh, deliberate voice, "that you had a score of lives,

Master Joseph. As it is I have done what I could. Two agonies have you undergone already, and I am inclined

to mercy. The end is at hand. If you have prayers to say, say them, Master Ashburn, though I doubt me it will

"Does the suspicion of it but occur to you?" laughed Crispin, "and yet twice already have I given you a

Joseph's teeth clicked together in a snap of determination. That sneer of Crispin's acted upon him as a blow

but as a blow that arouses the desire to retaliate rather than lays low. He braced himself for fresh resistance;

"Call me not by that name," cried the other harshly, fearfully. "I have not borne it these eighteen years, and

thanks to what you have made me, it is not meet that I should bear it now." There was a pause. Then Joseph

"Bethink you, Sir Crispin, of what you are about to do. It can benefit you in naught."

"Oddslife, think you it cannot? Think you it will benefit me naught to see you earn at last your reward?"

"You may have dearly to pay for what at best must prove a fleeting satisfaction."

"Not a fleeting one, Joseph," he laughed. "But one the memory of which shall send me rejoicing through

what years or days of life be left me. A satisfaction that for eighteen years I have been waiting to experience;

"Sir Crispin, you are in enmity with the Parliament an outlaw almost. I have some influence much

"Have done, sir!" cried Crispin angrily. "You talk in vain. What to me is life, or aught that life can give? If I

have so long endured the burden of it, it has been so that I might draw from it this hour. Do you think there is

A groan from Gregory, who was regaining consciousness, drew his attention aside.

"Truss him up,, Kenneth," he commanded, pointing to the recumbent figure. "How? Do you hesitate? Now,

as God lives, I'll be obeyed; or you shall have an unpleasant reminder of the oath you swore me!"

With a look of loathing the lad dropped on his knees to do as he was bidden. Then of a sudden:

"Why do you force me to do this?" the lad still protested passionately. "You have tricked and cheated me, yet

I have kept my oath and rendered you the assistance you required. They are in your power now, can you not

"On my soul, Master Stewart, I am overpatient with you! Are we to wrangle at every step before you'll take

it? I will have your assistance through this matter as you swore to give it. Come, truss me that fellow, and

His fierceness overthrew the boy's outburst of resistance. Kenneth had wit enough to see that his mood was

not one to brook much opposition, and so, with an oath and a groan, he went to work to pinion Gregory.

Then Joseph spoke again. "Weigh well this act of yours, Sir Crispin," he cried. "You are still young; much of

life lies yet before you. Do not wantonly destroy it by an act that cannot repair the past."

"But it can avenge it, Joseph. As for my life, you destroyed it years ago. The future has naught to offer me;

A new terror leapt into Joseph's eyes at that movement of Crispin's, and for the third time that night did he

taste the agony that is Death's forerunner. Yet Galliard delayed the stroke. He held his sword poised, the point

aimed at Joseph's breast, and holding, he watched him, marking each phase of the terror reflected upon his

livid countenance. He was loth to strike, for to strike would mean to end this exquisite torture of horror to

Broken Joseph had been before and passive; now of a sudden he grew violent again, but in a different way.

He flung himself upon his knees before Sir Crispin, and passionately he pleaded for the sparing of his

Crispin looked on with an eye both of scorn and of cold relish. It was thus he wished to see him, broken and

agonized, suffering thus something of all that which he himself had suffered through despair in the years that

were sped. With satisfaction then he watched his victim's agony; he watched it too with scorn and some

loathing for a craven was in his eyes an ugly sight, and Joseph in that moment was truly become as vile a

coward as ever man beheld. His parchmentlike face was grey and mottled, his brow bedewed with sweat;

his lips were blue and quivering, his eyes bloodshot and almost threatening tears.

In the silence of one who waits stood Crispin, listening, calm and unmoved, as though he heard not, until

Joseph's whining prayers culminated in an offer to make reparation. Then Crispin broke in at length with an

"What reparation can you make, you murderer? Can you restore to me the wife and child you butchered

"I can restore your child at least," returned the other. "I can and will restore him to you if you but stay your

Unconsciously Crispin lowered his swordarm, and for a full minute he stood and stared at Joseph. His jaw

was fallen and the grim firmness all gone from his face, and replaced by amazement, then unbelief followed

by inquiry; then unbelief again. The pallor of his cheeks seemed to intensify. At last, however, he broke into a

"It is no lie," Joseph cried, in accents so earnest that some of the unbelief passed again from Galliard's face.

"Hellhound, it is a lie! On that fell night, as I swooned under your cowardly thrust, I heard you calling to

your brother to slit the squalling bastard's throat. Those were your very words, Master Joseph."

"I own I bade him do it, but I was not obeyed. He swore we should give the babe a chance of life. It should

never know whose son it was, he said, and I agreed. We took the boy away. He has lived and thrived."

The knight sank on to a chair as though bereft of strength. He sought to think, but thinking coherently he

"How shall I know that you are not lying? What proof can you advance?" he demanded hoarsely.

"I swear that what I have told you is true. I swear it by the cross of our Redeemer!" he protested, with a

Joseph opened his lips to answer, then closed them again. In his eagerness he had almost parted with the

information which he now proposed to make the price of his life. He regained confidence at Crispin's tone

and questions, gathering from both that the knight was willing to believe if proof were set before him. He

rose to his feet, and when next he spoke his voice had won back much of its habitual calm deliberateness.

"That," said he, "I will tell you when you have promised to go hence, leaving Gregory and me unharmed. I

will supply you with what money you may need, and I will give you a letter to those people, so couched that

His elbow resting upon the table, and his hand to his brow so that it shaded his eyes, sat Crispin long in

thought, swayed by emotions and doubts, the like of which he had never yet known in the whole of his

That was the question that repeatedly arose, and oddly enough, for all his mistrust of the man, he was inclined

to account true the ring of his words. Joseph watched him with much anxiety and some hope.

At length Crispin withdrew his hands from eyes that were grown haggard, and rose.

"Let us see the letter that you will write," said he. "There you have pen, ink, and paper. Write."

In a hand that shook somewhat, Joseph wrote a few lines, then handed Crispin the sheet, whereon he read:

The bearer of this is Sir Crispin Galliard, who is intimately interested in the matter that lies betwixt us, and

whom I pray you answer fully and accurately the questions he may put you in that connexion.

"I understand," said Crispin slowly. "Yes, it will serve. Now the superscription." And he returned the paper.

Ashburn was himself again by now. He realized the advantage he had gained, and he would not easily

"I shall add the superscription," said he calmly, "when you swear to depart without further molesting us."

Crispin paused a moment, weighing the position well in his mind. If Joseph lied to him now, he would find

Joseph dipped his pen, and paused meditatively to watch a drop of ink, wherewith it was overladen, fall back

into the horn. The briefest of pauses was it, yet it was not the accident it appeared to be. Hitherto Joseph had

been as sincere as he had been earnest, intent alone upon saving his life at all costs, and forgetting in his fear

of the present the dangers that the future might hold for him were Crispin Galliard still at large. But in that

second of dipping his quill, assured that the peril of the moment was overcome, and that Crispin would go

forth as he said, the devil whispered in his ear a cunning and vile suggestion. As he watched the drop of ink

roll from his penpoint, he remembered that in London there dwelt at the sign of the Anchor, in Thames

Street, one Colonel Pride, whose son this Galliard had slain, and who, did he once lay hands upon him, was

not like to let him go again. In a second was the thought conceived and the determination taken, and as he

folded the letter and set upon it the superscription, Joseph felt that he could have cried out in his exultation at

The name was a fictitious one one that Joseph had set down upon the spur of the moment, his intention

being to send a messenger that should outstrip Sir Crispin, and warn Colonel Pride of his coming.

"It is well," was Crispin's only comment. He, too, was grown calm again and fully master of himself. He

"If you have lied to me, if this is but a shift to win your miserable life, rest assured, Master Ashburn, that you

It was on Joseph's lips to answer that none of us are immortal, but he bethought him that the pleasantry might

Galliard took his hat and cloak from the chair on which he had placed them upon descending that evening.

"You spoke of money a moment ago," he said, in the tones of one demanding what is his own the tones of a

gentleman speaking to his steward. "I will take two hundred Caroluses. More I cannot carry in comfort."

Joseph gasped at the amount. For a second it even entered his mind to resist the demand. Then he

remembered that there was a brace of pistols in his study; if he could get those he would settle matters there

Kenneth bent his head without replying. But Master Gregory required little watching. He lay a helpless,

halfswooning heap upon the floor, which he had smeared with the blood oozing from his wounded shoulder.

During the brief while they were alone together, Kenneth did not so much as attempt to speak to him. He sat

himself down upon the nearest chair, and with his chin in his hands and his elbows on his knees he pondered

over the miserable predicament into which Sir Crispin had got him, and more bitter than ever it had been was

his enmity at that moment towards the knight. That Galliard should be upon the eve of finding his son, and a

sequel to the story he had heard from him that night in Worcester, was to Kenneth a thing of no interest or

moment. Galliard had ruined him with these Ashburns. He could never now hope to win the hand of Cynthia,

to achieve which he had been willing to turn both fool and knave aye, had turned both. There was naught

left him but to return him to the paltry Scottish estate of his fathers, there to meet the sneers of those who no

That at such a season he could think of this but serves to prove the shallow nature of his feelings. A love was

his that had gain and vanity for its foundation in fact, it was no love at all. For what he accounted love for

Cynthia was but the love of himself, which through Cynthia he sought to indulge.

He cursed the illluck that had brought Crispin into his life. He cursed Crispin for the evil he had suffered

from him, forgetting that but for Crispin he would have been carrion a month ago and more.

Deep at his bitter musings was he when the door opened again to admit Joseph, followed by Galliard. The

"You may untruss him, Kenneth, when I am gone," said he. "And in a quarter of an hour from now you are

released from your oath to me. Fare you well," he added with unusual gentleness, and turning a glance that

was almost regretful upon the lad. "We are not like to meet again, but should we, I trust it may be in happier

times. If I have harmed you in this business, remember that my need was great. Fare you well." And he held

"Take yourself to hell, sir!" answered Kenneth, turning his back upon him. The ghost of an evil smile played

So soon as Sir Crispin had taken his departure, and whilst yet the beat of his horse's hoofs was to be

distinguished above the driving storm of rain and wind without, Joseph hastened across the hall to the

servants' quarters. There he found his four grooms slumbering deeply, their faces white and clammy, and

their limbs twisted into odd, helpless attitudes. Vainly did he rain down upon them kicks and curses; arouse

And so, seizing a lanthorn, he passed out to the stables, whence Crispin had lately taken his best nag, and

with his own hands he saddled a horse. His lips were screwed into a curious smile a smile that still lingered

upon them when presently he retraced his steps to the room where his brother sat with Kenneth.

In his absence the lad had dressed Gregory's wound; he had induced him to take a little wine, and had set him

Kenneth made no sign that he heard. He sat on like a man in a dream. His eyes that saw nothing were bent

Kenneth looked up, then rose and sighed, passing his hand wearily across his forehead.

"It is past midnight," he said slowly, "and the weather is wild. You may lie here until morning, if you are so

minded. But go you must then," he added sternly. "I need scarce say, sir, that you must have no speech with

Mistress Cynthia, nor that never again must you set foot within Castle Marleigh."

"I was the victim of my oath, given when I knew not against whom my hand was to be lifted. Oh, sir, am I to

suffer all my life for a fault that was not my own? You, Master Gregory," he cried, turning passionately to

Cynthia's father, "you are perchance more merciful? You understand my position how I was forced into it."

"A plague on you, Master Stewart," he groaned. "I understand that you have given me a wound that will take

"To swear this and that appears to be your chief diversion in life," growled Gregory for answer. "You had

"What remedy is there? How can I undo what I have done? Show me but the way, and I'll follow it, no matter

Such protestations had Joseph looked to hear, and he was hard put to it to dissemble his satisfaction. For a

"Kenneth," he said, "you may in some measure repair the evil you have done, and if you are ready to undergo

He gave no thought to the fact that Crispin's grievance against the Ashburns was wellfounded; that they had

wrecked his life even as they had sought to destroy it; even as eighteen years ago they had destroyed his

wife's. His only thought was Cynthia; his only wish was to possess her. Besides that, justice and honour itself

"It is but a slight matter," answered Joseph. "A matter that I might entrust to one of my grooms."

That whilst his grooms lay drugged the matter was so pressing that his messenger must set out that very

"Yes, yes," answered Joseph with biting sarcasm, "we are acquainted with both your courage and your

resource." He sat silent and thoughtful for some moments, then with a sudden sharp glance at the lad:

"You shall have this chance of setting yourself right with us," he said. Then abruptly he added.

"Go make ready for a journey. You must set out within the hour for London. Take what you may require and

Gregory, who, despite his sluggish wits, divined partly, at least what was afoot, made shift to speak. But

"Make doubly sure of that ruffian," answered Joseph coldly. "Colonel Pride might be absent when he arrives,

and he might learn that none of the name of Lane dwells at the Anchor in Thames Street. It would be fatal to

"They might were they not so drugged that they cannot be aroused. I might even go myself, but it is better

so." He laughed softly. "There is even comedy in it. Kenneth shall outride our bloodthirsty knight to warn

Pride of his coming, and when he comes he will walk into the hands of the hangman. It will be a surprise for

him. For the rest I shall keep my promise concerning his son. He shall have news of him from Pride but

"Fore God, Joseph, 'tis a foul thing you do," he cried. "Sooner would I never set eyes on the lad again. Let

"I never did intend it. What trustier messenger could I find now that I have lent him zest by fright? To win

It was a halfhour ere Kenneth returned, booted, cloaked, and ready for his journey. He found Joseph alone,

A few minutes passed, then, with a final scratch and splutter Joseph flung down his pen. With the sandbox

"You will spare neither whip nor spur until you arrive in London, Master Kenneth. You must ride night and

Kenneth nodded that he understood, and Joseph sprinkled the sand over the written page.

"I know not when you should reach London so that you may be in time, but," he continued, and as he spoke

he creased the paper and poured the superfluous sand back into the box, "I should say that by midnight

tomorrow your message should be delivered. Aye," he continued, in answer to the lad's gasp of surprise, "it

is hard riding, I know, but if you would win Cynthia you must do it. Spare neither money nor horseflesh, and

He folded the letter, sealed it, and wrote the superscription: "This to Colonel Pride, at the sign of the Anchor

He rose and handed the package to Kenneth, to whom the superscription meant nothing, since he had not seen

"You will deliver this intact, and with your own hands, to Colonel Pride in person none other. Should he be

absent from Thames Street upon your arrival, seek him out instantly, wherever he may be, and give him this.

Upon your faithful observance of these conditions remember that your future depends. If you are in time, as

indeed I trust and think you will be, you may account yourself Cynthia's husband. Fail and well, you need

"I shall not fail, sir," cried Kenneth. "What man can do to accomplish the journey within twentyfour hours, I

He would have stopped to thank Joseph for the signal favour of this chance of rehabilitation, but Joseph cut

"Take this purse," he cried impatiently. "You will find a horse ready saddled in the stables. Ride it hard. It

will bear you to Norton at least. There get you a fresh one, and when that is done, another. Now be off."

When the Tavern Knight left the gates of Marleigh Park behind him on that wild October night, he drove

deep the rowels of his spurs, and set his horse at a perilous gallop along the road to Norwich. The action was

of instinct rather than of thought. In the turbulent sea of his mind, one clear current there was, and one only

the knowledge that he was bound for London for news of this son of his whom Joseph told him lived. He

paused not even to speculate what manner of man his child was grown, nor yet what walk of life he had been

reared to tread. He lived: he was somewhere in the world; that for the time sufficed him. The Ashburns had

not, it seemed, destroyed quite everything that made his life worth enduring the life that so often and so

His son lived, and in London he should have news of him. To London then must he get himself with all

dispatch, and he swore to take no rest until he reached it. And with that firm resolve to urge him, he ploughed

his horse's flanks, and sped on through the night. The rain beat in his face, yet he scarce remarked it, as again

more by instinct than by reason he buried his face to the eyes in the folds of his cloak.

Later the rain ceased, and clearer grew the line of light betwixt the hedgerows, by which his horse had steered

its desperate career. Fitfully a crescent moon peered out from among the winddriven clouds. The poor

ruffler was fallen into meditation, and noted not that his nag did no more than amble. He roused himself of a

sudden when halfway down a gentle slope some five miles from Norwich, and out of temper at discovering

the sluggishness of the pace, he again gave the horse a taste of the spurs. The action was fatal. The incline

was become a bed of sodden clay, and he had not noticed with what misgivings his horse pursued the

treacherous footing. The sting of the spur made the animal bound forward, and the next instant a raucous oath

broke from Crispin as the nag floundered and dropped on its knees. Like a stone from a catapult Galliard flew

over its head and rolled down the few remaining yards of the slope into a very lake of slimy water at the

Down this same hill, some twenty minutes later, came Kenneth Stewart with infinite precaution. He was in

haste a haste more desperate far than even Crispin's. But his character held none of Galliard's recklessness,

nor were his wits fogged by such news as Crispin had heard that night. He realized that to be swift he must be

cautious in his nightriding. And so, carefully he came, with a firm hand on the reins, yet leaving it to his

He had reached the level ground in safety, and was about to put his nag to a smarter pace, when of a sudden

from the darkness of the hedge he was hailed by a harsh, metallic voice, the sound of which sent a tremor

"Sir, you are choicely met, whoever you may be. I have suffered a mischance down that cursed hill, and my

Kenneth kept his cloak over his mouth, trusting that the muffling would sufficiently disguise his accents as he

"Why, marry, so am I in haste. My will is your horse, sir. Oh, I'm no robber. I'll pay you for it, and

handsomely. But have it I must. 'Twill be no great discomfort for you to walk to Norwich. You may do it in

"My horse, sir, is not for sale," was Kenneth's brief answer. "Give you good night."

"Hold, man! Blood and hell, stop! If you'll not sell the worthless beast to serve a gentleman, I'll shoot it under

Kenneth caught the gleam of a pistolbarrel pointed at him from the hedge, and he shivered. What was he to

do? Every instant was precious to him. As in a flash it came to him that perchance Sir Crispin also rode to

London, and that it was expected of him to arrive there first if he were to be in time. Swiftly he weighed the

odds in his mind, and took the determination to dash past Sir Crispin, risking his aim and trusting to the dark

But even as he determined thus, what moon there was became unveiled, and the light of it fell upon his face,

which was turned towards Galliard. An exclamation of surprise escaped Sir Crispin.

"What is it to you? Have you not wrought enough of evil for me? Am I never to be rid of you? Castle

Marleigh," he added, with wellfeigned anger, "has closed its doors upon me. What does it signify to you

Kenneth's passionate reproaches cut Galliard keenly. He held himself at that moment a very knave for having

dragged this boy into his work of vengeance, and thereby cast a blight upon his life. He sought for words

wherein to give expression to something of what he felt, then realizing how futile and effete all words must

And Kenneth, waiting for no second invitation, rode on and left him. He rode with gratitude in his heart to the

Providence that had caused him so easily to overcome an obstacle that at first he had held impassable.

Stronger grew in his mind the conviction that to fulfil the mission Joseph required of him, he must reach

London before Sir Crispin. The knowledge that he was ahead of him, and that he must derive an ample start

His mind thus relieved from its weight of anxiety, he little recked fatigue, and such excellent use did he make

An hour he rested there, and broke his fast. Then on a fresh horse a powerful and willing animal he set out

By halfpast two he was at Newport. But so hard had he ridden that man and beast alike were in a lather of

sweat, and whilst he himself felt sick and tired, the horse was utterly unfit to bear him farther. For half an

hour he rested there, and made a meal whose chief constituent was brandy. Then on a third horse he started

The wind was damp and penetrating; the roads veritable morasses of mud, and overhead gloomy banks of

dark, grey clouds moved sluggishly, the light that was filtered through them giving the landscape a bleak and

dreary aspect. In his jaded condition Kenneth soon became a prey to the depression of it. His lightness of

heart of some dozen hours ago was now all gone, and not even the knowledge that his mission was wellnigh

accomplished sufficed to cheer him. To add to his discomfort a fine rain set in towards four o'clock, and

when a couple of hours later he clattered along the road cut through a wooded slope in the direction of

He noticed not the horsemen moving cautiously among the closelyset trees on either side of the road. It was

growing prematurely dark, and objects were none too distinct. And thus it befell that when from the reverie of

dejection into which he had fallen he was suddenly aroused by the thud of hoofs, he looked up to find two

mounted men barring the road some ten yards in front of him. Their attitude was unmistakable, and it crossed

poor Kenneth's mind that he was beset by robbers. But a second glance showed him their red cloaks and

Hearing the beat of hoofs behind him, he looked over his shoulder to see four other troopers closing rapidly

down upon him. Clearly he was the object of their attention. He had been a fool not to have perceived this

earlier, and his heart misgave him, for all that had he paused to think he must have realized that he had naught

"Halt!" thundered the deep voice of the sergeant, who, with a trooper, held the road in front.

Kenneth drew up within a yard of them, conscious that the man's dark eyes were scanning him sharply from

Alas for the vanity of poor human mites! Even Kenneth, who never yet had achieved aught for the cause he

served, grew of a sudden chill to think that perchance this sergeant might recognize his name for one that he

He little thought how that fruit of his vanity was to prove his undoing thereafter.

"Verily," sneered the sergeant, "it almost seemed you had forgotten it." And from that sneer Kenneth

Again Kenneth hesitated. Then recalling Ashburn's high favour with the Parliament, and seeing that it could

The reply, delivered more boldly than Kenneth had spoken hitherto, was not without its effect.

With trembling fingers Kenneth complied. This the sergeant observed as he took the package.

The sergeant scanned the package and its seal. In a measure it was a passport, and he was forced to the

conclusion that this man was indeed the messenger he represented himself. Certainly he had not the air nor

the bearing of him for whom they waited, nor did the sergeant think that their quarry would have armed

himself with a dummy package against such a strait. And yet the sergeant was not master after all, and did he

let this fellow pursue his journey, he might reap trouble for it hereafter; whilst likewise if he detained him,

Colonel Pride, he knew, was not an overpatient man. He was still debating what course to take, and had

turned to his companion with the muttered question: "What think you, Peter?" when by his precipitancy

There was an eager tremor in his voice that the sergeant mistook for fear. He noted it, and remembering the

boy's hesitancy in answering his earlier questions, he decided upon his course of action.

"We shall not delay your journey, sir," he answered, eyeing Kenneth sharply, "and as your way must lie

through Waltham, I will but ask you to suffer us to ride with you thus far, so that there you may answer any

"No more, master courier," snarled the sergeant. Then, beckoning a trooper to his side, he whispered an order

As the man withdrew they wheeled their horses, and at a sharp word of command Kenneth rode on towards

Night black and impenetrable had set in ere Kenneth and his escort clattered over the greasy stones of

The door stood wide and hospitable, and a warm shaft of light fell from it and set a glitter upon the wet street.

Avoiding the commonroom, the sergeant led Kenneth through the innyard, and into the hostelry by a side

entrance. He urged the youth along a dimlylighted passage. On a door at the end of this he knocked, then,

At the far end a huge fire burnt cheerfully, and with his back to it, his feet planted wide apart upon the hearth,

stood a powerfully built man of medium height, whose youthful face and uprightness of carriage assorted ill

with the grey of his hair, pronouncing that greyness premature. He seemed all clad in leather, for where his

jerkin stopped his boots began. A cuirass and feathered headpiece lay in a corner, whilst on the table Kenneth

As the boy's eyes came back to the burly figure on the hearth, he was puzzled by a familiar, intangible

He was racking his mind to recall where last he had seen it, when with slightly elevated eyebrows and a look

"Stuart!" cried both sergeant and trooper in a gasp, starting forward to scan their prisoner's face.

"Not the young man Charles Stuart," said he; "no, no. Your captive is none so precious. It is only Master

"But Stewart is not the name he gave," cried the sergeant. "Jasper Blount he told me he was called. It seems

that after all we have captured a malignant, and that I was well advised to bring him to you."

The captain made a gesture of disdain. In that moment Kenneth recognized him. He was Harry Hogan the

"I know not that," retorted the sergeant. "He carries papers which he states are from Joseph Ashburn, of

Castle Marleigh, to Colonel Pride. Colonel Pride's name is on the package, but may not that be a subterfuge?

Calmly Kenneth suffered them to carry out this order. Inwardly he boiled at the delay, and cursed himself for

having so needlessly given the name of Blount. But for that, it was likely Hogan would have straightway

dismissed him. He cheered himself with the thought that after all they would not long detain him. Their

search made, and finding nothing upon him but Ashburn's letter, surely they would release him.

But their search was very thorough. They drew off his boots, and wellnigh stripped him naked, submitting

each article of his apparel to a careful examination. At length it was over, and Hogan held Ashburn's package,

"Surely, sir, you will now allow me to proceed," cried Kenneth. "I assure you the matter is of the greatest

"Oh?" The Irishman laughed unpleasantly. Colonel Pride and he were on anything but the best of terms. The

colonel knew him for a godless soldier of fortune bound to the Parliament's cause by no interest beyond that

of gain; and, himself a zealot, Colonel Pride had with distasteful frequency shown Hogan the quality of his

feelings towards him. That Hogan was not afraid of him, was because it was not in Hogan's nature to be

afraid of anyone. But he realized at least that he had cause to be, and at the present moment it occurred to him

that it would be passing sweet to find a flaw in the old Puritan's armour. If the package were harmless his

having opened it was still a matter that the discharge of his duty would sanction. Thus he reasoned; and he

resolved to break the seal and make himself master of the contents of that letter.

Hogan's unpleasant laugh startled Kenneth. It suggested to him that perhaps, after all, his delay was by no

means at an end; that Hogan suspected him of something he could not think of what.

"May I speak to you privately for a moment, Captain Hogan?" he inquired in such a tone of importance

imperiousness, almost that the Irishman was impressed by it. He scented disclosure.

"Faith, you may if you have aught to tell me," and he signed to Beddoes and his companion to withdraw.

"Now, Master Hogan," Kenneth began resolutely as soon as they were alone, "I ask you to let me go my way

unmolested. Too long already has the stupidity of your followers detained me here unjustly. That I reach

London by midnight is to me a matter of the gravest moment, and you shall let me."

"Soul of my body, Mr. Stewart, what a spirit you have acquired since last we met."

"You'll have cause to dislike it more if you detain me." He was desperate now. "What would your saintly,

"How think you would they welcome the story of the roystering rake and debauchee who deserted the army

"What manner of reputation, think you, that for a captain of the godly army of the Commonwealth?"

"And now, Mr. Hogan," he wound up loftily, "you had best return me that package, and be rid of me before I

Hogan stared at the lad's flushed face with a look of whimsical astonishment, and for a brief spell there was

silence between them. Slowly then, with his eyes still fixed upon Kenneth's, the captain unsheathed a dagger.

The boy drew back, with a sudden cry of alarm. Hogan vented a horselaugh, and ran the blade under the

"Be not afraid, my man of threats," he said pleasantly. "I have no thought of hurting you leastways, not

yet." He paused in the act of breaking the seal. "Lest you should treasure uncomfortable delusions, dear

Master Stewart, let me remind you that I am an Irishman not a fool. Do you conceive my fame to be so

narrow a thing that when I left the beggarly army of King Charles for that of the Commonwealth, I did not

realize how at any moment I might come face to face with someone who had heard of my old exploits, and

would denounce me? You do not find me masquerading under an assumed name. I am here, sir, as Harry

Hogan, a sometime dissolute follower of the Egyptian Pharaoh, Charles Stuart; an erstwhile besotted, blinded

soldier in the army of the Amalekite, a whilom erring malignant, but converted by a crowning mercy into a

zealous, faithful servant of Israel. There were vouchsafings and upliftings, and the devil knows what else,

"Now, Mr. Stewart, tell them what you will, and they will tell you yet more in return, to show you how

He laughed again, and broke the seal. Kenneth, crestfallen and abashed, watched him, without attempting

"You had been better advised, young sir, had you been less hasty and anxious. It is a fatal fault of youth's, and

one of which nothing but time if, indeed, you live will cure you. Your anxiety touching this package

Kenneth sneered at the man's conclusions, and, shrugging his shoulders, turned slightly aside.

"Perchance, master wiseacres, when you have read it, you will appreciate how egotism may also lead men

into fatal errors. Haply, too, you will be able to afford Colonel Pride some satisfactory reason for tampering

But Hogan heard him not. He had unfolded the letter, and at the first words he beheld, a frown contracted his

brows. As he read on the frown deepened, and when he had done, an oath broke from his lips. "God's life!" he

cried, then again was silent, and so stood a moment with bent head. At last he raised his eyes, and let them

"Beddoes!" he called. A step sounded in the passage, and the sergeant appeared. "Have you a trooper there?"

"Let him look to this fellow. Tell him to set him under lock and bolt here in the inn until I shall want him, and

"Marry, you shall have explanations to spare before morning, else I'm a fool. But have no fear, for we intend

you no hurt," he added more softly. "Take him away, Beddoes; then return to me here."

When Beddoes came back from consigning Kenneth into the hands of his trooper, he found Hogan seated in

"You were more than right, Beddoes, you were Heaveninspired. It is no State matter that you have chanced

The sergeant's eyes were full of questions, but Hogan enlightened him no further.

"You will ride back to your post at once, Beddoes," he commanded. "Should Lord Oriel fall into your hands,

as we hope, you will send him to me. But you will continue to patrol the road, and demand the business of all

comers. I wish one Crispin Galliard, who should pass this way ere long, detained, and brought to me. He is a

"I know him, sir," Beddoes interrupted. "The Tavern Knight they called him in the malignant army a

rakehelly, dissolute brawler. I saw him in Worcester when he was taken after the fight."

Hogan frowned. The righteous Beddoes knew overmuch. "That is the man," he answered calmly. "Go now,

"He is possessed of valuable information," Hogan explained. "Away with you, man."

When alone, Harry Hogan turned his armchair sideways towards the fire. Then, filling himself a pipe for

in his foreign campaigning he had acquired the habit of tobaccosmoking he stretched his sinewy legs

across a second chair, and composed himself for meditation. An hour went by; the host looked in to see if the

He awoke with a start. The fire had burned low, and the hands of the huge clock in the corner pointed to

Before Hogan could rise, the door was flung wide, and a tall, gaunt man was hustled across the threshold by

two soldiers. His head was bare, and his hair wet and dishevelled. His doublet was torn and his shoulder

"Aye, you cropeared, psalmwhining cuckolds, you've brought me, d n you," growled Sir Crispin, whose

As his angry glance lighted upon Hogan's impressive face, he abruptly stemmed the flow of invective that

The Irishman rose, and looked past him at the troopers. "Leave us," he commanded shortly.

He remained standing by the hearth until the footsteps of his men had died away, then he crossed the

chamber, passed Crispin without a word, and quietly locked the door. That done, he turned a friendly smile

"At last, Cris, it is mine to thank you and to repay you in some measure for the service you rendered me that

"Oddslife," he growled, "if to have me waylaid, dragged from my horse and wounded by those sons of dogs,

your myrmidons, be your manner of expressing gratitude, I'd as lief you had let me go unthanked."

"And yet, Cris, I dare swear you'll thank me before another hour is sped. Ough, man, how cold you are!

Then, without completing his sentence, Hogan had seized the black jack and poured half a glass of its

Next Hogan drew the torn and sodden doublet from his guest's back, pushed a chair over to the table, and

bade him sit. Again, nothing loath, Crispin did as he was bidden. He was stiff from long riding, and so with a

Hogan slowly took the seat opposite to him, and coughed. He was at a loss how to open the parlous subject,

"Slife' Hogan," laughed Crispin dreamily, "I little thought it was to you those cropears carried me with such

violence. I little thought, indeed, ever to see you again. But you have prospered, you knave, since that night

"Aye, I have prospered," Hogan assented. "My life is a sort of parable of the fatted son and the prodigal calf.

They tell me there is greater joy in heaven over the repentance of a sinner than than Plague on it! How

"I'll swear that's not the text, but any of my troopers could quote it you; every man of them is an incarnate

Church militant." He paused, and Crispin laughed softly. Then abruptly: "And so you were riding to

"Faith, I know more much more. I can even tell you to what house you rode, and on what errand. You were

for the sign of the Anchor in Thames Street, for news of your son, whom Joseph Ashburn hath told you

"On the matter of your errand," the Irishman returned quietly, "I am much better informed than are you. Shall

I tell you who lives at the sign of the Anchor not whom you have been told lives there, but who really does

occupy the house?" Hogan paused a second as though awaiting some reply; then softly he answered his own

There were none. For the moment the name awoke no recollections, conveyed no meaning to Crispin.

"A certain powerful and vindictive member of the Rump, whose son you killed at Worcester."

This time the shaft went home. Galliard sprang out of the chair, his brows darkening, and his cheeks pale

"Zounds, Hogan, do you mean that Joseph Ashburn was betraying me into this man's hands?"

Crispin stopped short. The pallor of his face increased; it became ashen, and his eyes glittered as though a

fever consumed him. He sank back into his chair, and setting both hands upon the table before him, he looked

"But my son, Hogan, my son?" he pleaded, and his voice was broken as no man had heard it yet. "Oh, God in

Behind his blue lips his teeth were chattering now. His hands shook as he held them, still clenched, before

Then his face distorted by passion he broke into a torrent of imprecations that was at length stemmed by

"Wait, Cris," said he, laying his hand upon the other's arm. "It is not all false. Joseph Ashburn sought, it is

true, to betray you into the hands of Colonel Pride, sending you to the sign of the Anchor with the assurance

that there you should have news of your son. That was false; yet not all false. Your son does live, and at the

sign of the Anchor it is likely you would have had the news of him you sought. But that news would have

Crispin tried to speak, but failed. Then, mastering himself by an effort, and in a voice that was oddly shaken:

"My men," said he, "are patrolling the roads in wait for a malignant that has incurred the Parliament's

displeasure. We have news that he is making for Harwich, where a vessel lies waiting to carry him to France,

and we expect that he will ride this way. Three hours ago a young man unable clearly to account for himself

rode into our net, and was brought to me. He was the bearer of a letter to Colonel Pride from Joseph Ashburn.

He had given my sergeant a wrong name, and betrayed such anxiety to be gone that I deemed his errand a

suspicious one, and broke the seal of that letter. You may thank God, Galliard, every night of your life that I

"D n the lad," he began furiously. Then repressing himself, he sighed, and in an altered tone, "No, no," said

he. "I have grievously wronged him! have wrecked his life or at least he thinks so now. I can hardly blame

"The lad," returned Hogan, "must be himself a dupe. He can have had no suspicion of the message he carried.

Hogan drew a taper nearer, and spreading the paper upon the table, he smoothed it out, and read:

The bearer of the present should, if he rides well, outstrip another messenger I have dispatched to you upon a

fool's errand, with a letter addressed to one Mr. Lane at the sign of the Anchor. The bearer of that is none

other than the notorious malignant, Sir Crispin Galliard, by whose hand your son was slain under your very

eyes at Worcester, whose capture I know that you warmly desire and with whom I doubt not you will know

how to deal. To us he has been a source of no little molestation; his liberty, in fact, is a perpetual menace to

our lives. For some eighteen years this Galliard has believed dead a son that my cousin bore him. News of

this son, whom I have just informed him lives as indeed he does is the bait wherewith I have lured him to

your address. Forewarned by the present, I make no doubt you will prepare to receive him fittingly. But ere

that justice he escaped at Worcester be meted out to him at Tyburn or on Tower Hill, I would have you give

him that news touching his son which I am sending him to you to receive. Inform him, sir, that his son,

Hogan paused, and shot a furtive glance at Galliard. The knight was leaning forward now, his eyes strained,

His son, Jocelyn Marleigh, is the bearer of this letter, the man whom he has injured and who detests him, the

youth with whom he has, by a curious chance, been in much close association, and whom he has known as

"God!" gasped Crispin. Then with sudden vigour, "Oh, 'tis a lie," he cried, "a fresh invention of that lying

Should he doubt this, bid him look closely into the lad's face, and ask him, after he has scrutinized it, what

image it evokes. Should he still doubt thereafter, thinking the likeness to which he has been singularly blind

to be no more than accidental, bid them strip the lad's right foot. It bears a mark that I think should convince

him. For the rest, honoured sir, I beg you to keep all information touching his parentage from the boy

himself, wherein I have weighty ends to serve. Within a few days of your receipt of this letter, I look to have

the honour of waiting upon you. In the meanwhile, honoured sir, believe that while I am, I am your obedient

Across the narrow table the two men's glances met Hogan's full of concern and pity, Crispin's charged with

amazement and horror. A little while they sat thus, then Crispin rose slowly to his feet, and with steps

uncertain as a drunkard's he crossed to the window. He pushed it open, and let the icy wind upon his face and

head, unconscious of its sting. Moments passed, during which the knight went over the last few months of his

turbulent life since his first meeting at Perth with Kenneth Stewart. He recalled how strangely and

unaccountably he had been drawn to the boy when first he beheld him in the castle yard, and how, owing to a

feeling for which he could not account, since the lad's character had little that might commend him to such a

He recalled how at first aye, and often afterwards even he had sought to win the boy's affection, despite

the fact that there was naught in the boy that he truly admired, and much that he despised. Was it possible that

these his feelings were dictated by Nature to his unconscious mind? It must indeed be so, and the written

words of Joseph Ashburn to Colonel Pride were true. Kenneth was indeed his son; the conviction was upon

him. He conjured up the lad's face, and a cry of discovery escaped him. How blind he had been not to have

seen before the likeness of Alice his poor, butchered girlwife of eighteen years ago. How dull never

He was calm by now, and in his calm he sought to analyse his thoughts, and he was shocked to find that they

were not joyous. He yearned as he had yearned that night in Worcester for the lad's affection, and yet, for

all his yearning, he realized that with the conviction that Kenneth was his offspring came a dull sense of

disappointment. He was not such a son as the rakehelly knight would have had him. Swiftly he put the

thought from him. The craven hands that had reared the lad had warped his nature; he would guide it

Then he smiled bitterly to himself. What manner of man was he to train a youth to loftiness and honour?

he, a debauched ruler with a nickname for which, had he any sense of shame, he would have blushed! Again

he remembered the lad's disposition towards himself; but these, he thought, he hoped, he knew that he would

He closed the window, and turned to face his companion. He was himself again, and calm, for all that his face

The Irishman crossed the chamber, and opening the door he called an order to the trooper waiting in the

Some minutes they waited, standing, with no word uttered between them. At last steps sounded in the

corridor, and a moment later Kenneth was rudely thrust into the room. Hogan signed to the trooper, who

As Kenneth entered, Crispin advanced a step and paused, his eyes devouring the lad and receiving in

"I might have known, sir, that you were not far away," he exclaimed bitterly, forgetting for the moment how

he had left Crispin behind him on the previous night. "I might have guessed that my detention was your

"Why so?" asked Crispin quietly, his eyes ever scanning the lad's face with a pathetic look.

"Because it is your way, I know not why, to work my ruin in all things. Not satisfied with involving me in

that business at Castle Marleigh, you must needs cross my path again when I am about to make amends, and

so blight my last chance. My God, sir, am I never to be rid of you? What harm have I done you?"

"If you but consider, Kenneth," he said, speaking very quietly, "you must see the injustice of your words.

Since when has Crispin Galliard served the Parliament, that Roundhead troopers should do his bidding as you

suggest? And touching that business at Sheringham you are overhard with me. It was a compact you made,

"Would to Heaven that I had been," the boy burst out, "sooner than pay such a price for keeping my life!"

"As for my presence here," Crispin continued, leaving the outburst unheeded, "it has naught to do with your

Hogan caught his breath with a sharp hiss, and a dead silence followed. That silence struck terror into

Kenneth's heart. He encountered Crispin's eye bent upon him with a look he could not fathom, and much

would he now have given to recall the two words that had burst from him in the heat of his rage. He

bethought him of the unscrupulous, deadly character attributed to the man to whom he had addressed them,

and in his coward's fancy he saw already payment demanded. Already he pictured himself lying cold and

stark in the streets of Waltham with a swordwound through his middle. His face went grey and his lips

Then Galliard spoke at last, and the mildness of his tone filled Kenneth with a new dread. In his experience of

Crispin's ways he had come to look upon mildness as the man's most dangerous phase:

"You are mistaken," Crispin said. "I spoke the truth; it is a habit of mine haply the only gentlemanly habit

left me. I repeat, I have had naught to do with your detention. I arrived here half an hour ago, as the captain

will inform you, and I was conducted hither by force, having been seized by his men, even as you were

seized. No," he added, with a sigh, "it was not my hand that detained you; it was the hand of Fate." Then

suddenly changing his voice to a more vehement key, "Know you on what errand you rode to London?" he

demanded. "To betray your father into the hands of his enemies; to deliver him up to the hangman."

Kenneth's eyes grew wide; his mouth fell open, and a frown of perplexity drew his brows together. Dully,

"My father," he gasped at last. "'Sdeath, sir, what is it you mean? My father has been dead these ten years. I

Crispin's lips moved, but no word did he utter. Then with a sudden gesture of despair he turned to Hogan,

"You have been in error, sir, touching your parentage," quoth he bluntly. "Alan Stewart, of Bailienochy, was

"Sirs, is this a jest?" he cried, reddening. Then, remarking at length the solemnity of their countenances, he

stopped short. Crispin came close up to him, and placed a hand upon his shoulder. The boy shrank visibly

beneath the touch, and again an expression of pain crossed the poor ruffler's face.

"Do you recall, Kenneth," he said slowly, almost sorrowfully, "the story that I told you that night in

"Do you remember the details? Do you remember I told you how, when I swooned beneath the stroke of

Joseph Ashburn's sword, the last words I heard were those in which he bade his brother slit the throat of the

babe in the cradle? You were, yourself, present yesternight at Castle Marleigh when Joseph Ashburn told me

Gregory had been mercifully inclined; that my child had not died; that if I gave him his life he would restore

Again Kenneth nodded. A vague, numbing fear was creeping round his heart, and his blood seemed chilled

by it and stagnant. With fascinated eyes he watched the knight's face drawn and haggard.

"It was a trap that Joseph Ashburn set for me. Yet he did not altogether lie. The child Gregory had indeed

spared, and it seems from what I have learned within the last halfhour that he had entrusted his rearing to

Alan Stewart, of Bailienochy, seeking afterwards I take it to wed him to his daughter, so that should the

King come to his own again, they should have the protection of a Marleigh who had served his King."

"You mean," the lad almost whispered, and his accents were unmistakably of horror, "you mean that I am

your Oh, God, I'll not believe it!" he cried out, with such sudden loathing and passion that Crispin recoiled

as though he had been struck. A dull flush crept into his cheeks to fade upon the instant and give place to a

"I'll not believe it! I'll not believe it!" the boy repeated, as if seeking by that reiteration to shut out a

conviction by which he was beset. "I'll not believe it!" he cried again; and now his voice had lost its

"I found it hard to believe myself," was Crispin's answer, and his voice was not free from bitterness. "But I

have a proof here that seems incontestable, even had I not the proof of your face to which I have been blind

these months. Blind with the eyes of my body, at least. The eyes of my soul saw and recognized you when

first they fell on you in Perth. The voice of the blood ordered me then to your side, and though I heard its call,

I understood not what it meant. Read this letter, boy the letter that you were to have carried to Colonel

With his eyes still fixed in a gaze of stupefaction upon Galliard's face, Kenneth took the paper. Then slowly,

involuntarily almost it seemed, he dropped his glance to it, and read. He was long in reading, as though the

writing presented difficulties, and his two companions watched him the while, and waited. At last he turned

the paper over, and examined seal and superscription as if suspicious that he held a forgery.

But in some subtle, mysterious way that voice of the blood perchance to which Crispin had alluded he

felt conviction stealing down upon his soul. Mechanically he moved across to the table, and sat down.

Without a word, and still holding the crumpled letter in his clenched hand, he set his elbows on the table, and,

pressing his temples to his palms, he sat there dumb. Within him a very volcano raged, and its fires were fed

with loathing loathing for this man whom he had ever hated, yet never as he hated him now, knowing him

to be his father. It seemed as if to all the wrongs which Crispin had done him during the months of their

acquaintanceship he had now added a fresh and culminating wrong by discovering this parentage.

He sat and thought, and his soul grew sick. He probed for some flaw, sought for some mistake that might

have been made. And yet the more he thought, the more he dwelt upon his youth in Scotland, the more

convinced was he that Crispin had told him the truth. Preeminent argument of conviction to him was the

desire of the Ashburns that he should marry Cynthia. Oft he had marvelled that they, wealthy, and even

powerful, selfish and ambitious, should have selected him, the scion of an obscure and impoverished Scottish

house, as a bridegroom for their daughter. The news now before him made their motives clear; indeed, no

other motive could exist, no other explanation could there be. He was the heir of Castle Marleigh, and the

usurpers sought to provide against the day when another revolution might oust them and restore the rightful

Some elation his shallow nature felt at realizing this, but that elation was shortlived, and dashed by the

thought that this ruler, this debauchee, this drunken, swearing, roaring tavern knight was his father; dashed by

the knowledge that meanwhile the Parliament was master, and that whilst matters stood so, the Ashburns

could defy could even destroy him, did they learn how much he knew; dashed by the memory that Cynthia,

whom in his selfish way out of his love for himself he loved, vas lost to him for all time.

And here, swinging in a circle, his thoughts reverted to the cause of this Crispin Galliard, the man who had

betrayed him into yesternight's foul business and destroyed his every chance of happiness; the man whom he

hated, and whom, had he possessed the courage as he was possessed by the desire, he had risen up and slain;

And thinking thus, he sat on in silent, resentful vexation. He started to feel a hand upon his shoulder, and to

hear the voice of Galliard evidently addressing him, yet using a name that was new to him.

"Jocelyn, my boy," the voice trembled. "You have thought, and you have realized is it not so? I too thought,

Vaguely then the boy remembered that Jocelyn was the name the letter gave him. He rose abruptly, and

brushed the caressing hand from his shoulder. His voice was hard possibly the knowledge that he had

gained told him that he had nothing to fear from this man, and in that assurance his craven soul grew brave

"I have realized naught beyond the fact that I owe you nothing but unhappiness and ruin. By a trick, by a low

fraud, you enlisted me into a service that has proved my undoing. Once a cheat always a cheat. What credit in

the face of that can I give this paper?" he cried, talking wildly. "To me it is incredible, nor do I wish to credit

it, for though it were true, what then? What then?" he repeated, raising his voice into accents of defiance.

Grief and amazement were blended in Galliard's glance, and also, maybe, some reproach.

Hogan, standing squarely upon the hearth, was beset by the desire to kick Master Kenneth, or Master Jocelyn,

into the street. His lip curled into a sneer of ineffable contempt, for his shrewd eyes read to the bottom of the

lad's mean soul and saw there clearly writ the confidence that emboldened him to voice that insult to the man

he must know for his father. Standing there, he compared the two, marvelling deeply how they came to be

father and son. A likeness he saw now between them, yet a likeness that seemed but to mark the difference.

The one harsh, resolute, and manly, for all his reckless living and his misfortunes; the other mild, effeminate,

hypocritical and shifty. He read it not on their countenances alone, but in every line of their figures as they

stood, and in his heart he cursed himself for having been the instrument to disclose the relationship in which

The youth's insolent question was followed by a spell of silence. Crispin could not believe that he had heard

aright. At last he stretched out his hands in a gesture of supplication he who throughout his thirtyeight

years of life, and despite the misfortunes that had been his, had never yet stooped to plead from any man.

"Jocelyn," he cried, and the pain in his voice must have melted a heart of steel, "you are hard. Have you

forgotten the story of my miserable life, the story that I told you in Worcester? Can you not understand how

suffering may destroy all that is lofty in a man; how the forgetfulness of the winecup may come to be his only

consolation; the hope of vengeance his only motive for living on, withholding him from selfdestruction?

Can you not picture such a life, and can you not pity and forgive much of the wreck that it may make of a

"I understand," he continued brokenly, "that I am not such a man as any lad might welcome for a father. But

you who know what my life has been, Jocelyn, you can surely find it in your heart to pity. I had naught that

was good or wholesome to live for, Jocelyn; naught to curb the evil moods that sent me along evil ways to

"But from tonight, Jocelyn, my life in you must find a new interest, a new motive. I will abandon my old

ways. For your sake, Jocelyn, I will seek again to become what I was, and you shall have no cause to blush

"Jocelyn! My God, do I talk in vain?" cried the wretched man. "Have you no heart, no pity, boy?"

At last the youth spoke. He was not moved. The agony of this strong man, the broken pleading of one whom

he had ever known arrogant and strong had no power to touch his mean, selfish mind, consumed as it was by

the contemplation of his undoing magnified a hundredfold which this man had wrought.

"I will rebuild it, Jocelyn," cried Galliard eagerly. "I have friends in France friends high in power who lack

"Together we will find service in the armies of Louis," Crispin pursued. "I promise it. Service wherein you

shall gain honour and renown. There we will abide until this England shakes herself out of her rebellious

nightmare. Then, when the King shall come to his own, Castle Marleigh will be ours again. Trust in me,

But the boy made no move to take the outstretched hands, gave no sign of relenting. His mind nurtured its

Crispin's hands fell to his sides; they grew clenched, and his eyes lighted of a sudden.

"Forgive me, Jocelyn. I had forgotten! I understand you now. Yes, I dealt sorely with you there, and you are

right to be resentful. What, after all, am I to you what can I be to you compared with her whose image fills

your soul? What is aught in the world to a man, compared with the woman on whom his heart is set? Do I not

"But mark me, Jocelyn" and he straightened himself suddenly "even in this, that which I have done I will

undo. As I have robbed you of your mistress, so will I win her back for you. I swear it. And when that is

done, when thus every harm I have caused you is repaired, then, Jocelyn, perhaps you will come to look with

"You promise much, sir," quoth the boy, with an illrepressed sneer. "How will you accomplish it?"

Hogan grunted audibly. Crispin drew himself up, erect, lithe and supple a figure to inspire confidence in the

most despairing. He placed a hand, nervous, and strong as steel, upon the boy's shoulder, and the clutch of his

"Low though your father be fallen," said he sternly, "he has never yet broken his word. I have pledged you

mine, and tomorrow I shall set out to perform what I have promised. I shall see you ere I start. You will

"You have no faith in me yet. But I shall earn it, or" and his voice fell suddenly "or rid you of a

Hogan replied that there was the room he had already been confined in, and that he could lie in it. And

deeming that there was nothing to be gained by waiting, he thereupon led the youth from the room and down

the passage. At the foot of the stairs the Irishman paused in the act of descending, and raised the taper aloft so

"Were I your father," said he grimly, "I would kick you from one end of Waltham to the other by way of

teaching you filial piety! And were you not his son, I would this night read you a lesson you'd never live to

practise. I would set you to sleep a last long sleep in the kennels of Waltham streets. But since you are

marvellous though it seem his offspring, and since I love him and may not therefore hurt you, I must rest

content with telling you that you are the vilest thing that breathes. You despise him for a roysterer, for a man

of loose ways. Let me, who have seen something of men, and who read you tonight to the very dregs of

your contemptible soul, tell you that compared with you he is a very god. Come, you whitelivered cur!" he

When presently Hogan returned to Crispin he found the Tavern Knight that man of iron in whom none had

ever seen a trace of fear or weakness seated with his arms before him on the table, and his face buried in

Through the long October night Crispin and Hogan sat on, and neither sought his bed. Crispin's quick wits his

burst of grief once over had been swift to fasten on a plan to accomplish that which he had undertaken.

One difficulty confronted him, and until he had mentioned it to Hogan seemed unsurmountable he had need

of a ship. But in this the Irishman could assist him. He knew of a vessel then at Greenwich, whose master was

in his debt, which should suit the purpose. Money, however, would be needed. But when Crispin announced

that he was master of some two hundred Caroluses, Hogan, with a wave of the hand, declared the matter

settled. Less than half that sum would hire the man he knew of. That determined, Crispin unfolded his project

to Hogan, who laughed at the simplicity of it, for all that inwardly he cursed the risk Sir Crispin must run for

"Why, then it will be difficult, wellnigh impossible." And the Irishman became grave.

"What is the love of a maid?" quoth he derisively. "A caprice, a fancy, a thing that may be guided, overcome

or compelled as the occasion shall demand. Opportunity is love's parent, Hogan, and given that, any maid

"But if she prove rebellious? If she say nay to your proposals ? There are such women."

"How then? Am I not the stronger? In such a case it shall be mine to compel her, and as I find her, so shall I

carry her away. It will be none so poor a vengeance on the Ashburns after all." His brow grew clouded. "But

not what I had dreamed of; what I should have taken had he not cheated me. To forgo it now after all these

years of waiting is another sacrifice I make to Jocelyn. To serve him in this matter I must proceed

cautiously. Cynthia may fret and fume and stamp, but willynilly I shall carry her away. Once she is in

France, friendless, alone, I make no doubt that she will see the convenience of loving Jocelyn leastways of

wedding him and thus shall I have more than repaired the injuries I have done him.

The Irishman's broad face was very grave; his reckless merry eye fixed Galliard with a look of sorrow, and

this greyhaired, sinning soldier of fortune, who had never known a conscience, muttered softly:

Despite himself, Galliard winced, and his glance fell before Hogan's. For a moment he saw the business in its

"Gadso, you are sentimental, Harry!" said he, to add, more gravely: "There is my son, and in this lies the only

"Is it not late in the day, Hogan, for you and me to prate of honour?" asked Crispin bitterly, yet with averted

gaze. "God knows my honour is as like honour as a beggar's rags are like unto a cloak of ermine. What

signifies another splash, another rent in that which is tattered beyond all semblance of its original condition?"

"I asked you," the Irishman persisted, "whether your son was worth the sacrifice that the vile deed you

Crispin shook his arm from the other's grip, and rose abruptly. He crossed to the window, and drew back the

"Day is breaking," said he gruffly. Then turning, and facing Hogan across the room, "I have pledged my word

to Jocelyn," he said. "The way I have chosen is the only one, and I shall follow it. But if your conscience

cries out against it, Hogan, I give you back your promise of assistance, and I shall shift alone. I have done so

Hogan shrugged his massive shoulders, and reached out for the bottle of strong waters.

"If you are resolved, there is an end to it. My conscience shall not trouble me, and upon what aid I have

promised and what more I can give, you may depend. I drink to the success of your undertaking."

Thereafter they discussed the matter of the vessel that Crispin would require, and it was arranged between

them that Hogan should send a message to the skipper, bidding him come to Harwich, and there await and

place himself at the command of Sir Crispin Galliard. For fifty pounds Hogan thought that he would

undertake to land Sir Crispin in France. The messenger might be dispatched forthwith, and the Lady Jane

By the time they had determined upon this, the inmates of the hostelry were astir, and from the innyard came

Presently they left the chamber where they had sat so long, and at the yard pump the Tavern Knight

performed a rude morning toilet. Thereafter, on a simple fare of herrings and brown ale, they broke their fast;

and ere that meal was done, Kenneth, pale and worn, with dark circles round his eyes, entered the common

room, and sat moodily apart. But when later Hogan went to see to the dispatching of his messenger, Crispin

Kenneth watched him furtively, without pausing in his meal. He had spent a very miserable night pondering

over the future, which looked gloomy enough, and debating whether forgetting and ignoring what had

passed he should return to the genteel poverty of his Scottish home, or accept the proffered service of this

man who announced himself and whom he now believed to be his father. He had thought, but he was far

from having chosen between Scotland and France, when Crispin now greeted him, not without constraint.

"Jocelyn," he said, speaking slowly, almost humbly. "In an hour's time I shall set out to return to Marleigh to

fulfil my last night's promise to you. How I shall accomplish it I scarce know as yet; but accomplish it I shall.

I have arranged to have a vessel awaiting me, and within three days or four at the most I look to cross to

He paused for some reply, but none came. The boy sat on with an impassive face, his eyes glued to the table,

but his mind busy enough upon that which his father was pouring into his ear. Presently Crispin continued:

"You cannot refuse to do as I suggest, Jocelyn. I shall make you the fullest amends for the harm that I have

done you, if you but obey my directions. You must quit this place as soon as possible, and proceed on your

way to London. There you must find a boat to carry you to France, and you will await me at the Auberge du

There was a slight pause, and Jocelyn took his resolution. Yet there was still a sullen look in the eyes he lifted

"I have little choice, sir," he made answer, "and so I must agree. If you accomplish what you promise, I own

that you will have made amends, and I shall crave your pardon for my yesternight's want of faith. I shall

Crispin sighed, and for a second his face hardened. It was not the answer to which he held himself entitled,

and for a moment it rose to the lips of this man of fierce and sudden moods to draw back and let the son,

whom at the moment he began to detest, go his own way, which assuredly would lead him to perdition. But a

The boy flushed as he remembered that little was left of what Joseph Ashburn had given him. Crispin saw the

flush, and reading aright its meaning, he drew from his pocket a purse that he had been fingering, and placed

it quietly upon the table. "There are fifty Caroluses in that bag. That should suffice to carry you to France.

And without giving the boy time to utter thanks that might be unwilling, he quickly left the room.

Within the hour he was in the saddle, and his horse's head was turned northwards once more.

He rode through Newport some three hours later without drawing rein. By the door of the Raven Inn stood a

By the merest thread hangs at times the whole of a man's future life, the destinies even of men as yet unborn.

So much may depend indeed upon a glance, that had not Crispin kept his eyes that morning upon the grey

road before him, had he chanced to look sideways as he passed the Raven Inn at Newport, and seen the

Ashburn arms displayed upon the panels of that coach, he would of a certainty have paused. And had he done

so, his whole destiny would assuredly have shaped a different course from that which he was unconsciously

Joseph's journey to London was occasioned by his very natural anxiety to assure himself that Crispin was

caught in the toils of the net he had so cunningly baited for him, and that at Castle Marleigh he would trouble

them no more. To this end he quitted Sheringham on the day after Crispin's departure.

Not a little perplexed was Cynthia at the topsyturvydom in which that morning she had found her father's

house. Kenneth was gone; he had left in the dead of night, and seemingly in haste and suddenness, since on

the previous evening there had been no talk of his departing. Her father was abed with a wound that made

him feverish. Their grooms were all sick, and wandered in a dazed and witless fashion about the castle, their

faces deadly pale and their eyes lustreless. In the hall she had found a chaotic disorder upon descending, and

Slowly the idea forced itself upon her mind that there had been brawling the night before, yet was she far

from surmising the motives that could have led to it. The conclusion she came to in the end was that the men

had drunk deep, that in their cups they had waxed quarrelsome, and that swords had been drawn.

Of Joseph then she sought enlightenment, and Joseph lied right handsomely, like the readywitted knave he

was. A wondrously plausible story had he for her ear; a story that played cunningly upon her knowledge of

"You may not know,' said he full well aware that she did know "that when Galliard saved Kenneth's life

at Worcester he exacted from the lad the promise that in return Kenneth should aid him in some vengeful

"Last night, when on the point of departing, Crispin, who had drunk overfreely, as is his custom, reminded

Kenneth of his plighted word, and demanded of the boy that he should upon the instant go forth with him.

Kenneth replied that the hour was overlate to be setting out upon a journey, and he requested Galliard to wait

until today, when he would be ready to fulfil what he had promised. But Crispin retorted that Kenneth was

bound by his oath to go with him when he should require it, and again he bade the boy make ready at once.

Words ensued between them, the boy insisting upon waiting until today, and Crispin insisting upon his

getting his boots and cloak and coming with him there and then. More heated grew the argument, till in the

end Galliard, being put out of temper, snatched at his sword, and would assuredly have spitted the boy had

not your father interposed, thereby getting himself wounded. Thereafter, in his drunken lust Sir Crispin went

the length of wantonly cracking that panel with his sword by way of showing Kenneth what he had to expect

unless he obeyed him. At that I intervened, and using my influence, I prevailed upon Kenneth to go with

Galliard as he demanded. To this, for all his reluctance, Kenneth ended by consenting, and so they are gone."

By that most glib and specious explanation Cynthia was convinced. True, she added a question touching the

amazing condition of the grooms, in reply to which Joseph afforded her a part of the truth.

"Sir Crispin sent them some wine, and they drank to his departure so heartily that they are not rightly sober

Now Gregory had not agreed with Joseph what narrative they were to offer Cynthia, for it had never crossed

his dull mind that the disorder of the hall and the absence of Kenneth might cause her astonishment. And so

when she touched upon the matter of his wound, like the blundering fool he was, he must needs let his tongue

wag upon a tale which, if no less imaginative than Joseph's, was vastly its inferior in plausibility and had yet

"Plague on that dog, your lover, Cynthia," he growled from the mountain of pillows that propped him. "If he

should come to wed my daughter after pinning me to the wainscot of my own hall may I be for ever damned."

"Aye, did he. He ran at me ere I could draw, like the coward he is, sink him, and had me through the shoulder

Here was something beyond her understanding. What were they concealing from her? She set her wits to the

"How? 'Twas 'twas concerning you, child," replied Gregory at random, and unable to think of a likelier

"Leave me, Cynthia," he groaned in despair. "Go, child. I am grievously wounded. I have the fever, girl. Go;

"Unnatural child," whined Gregory feebly, "will you plague a sick man with questions? Would you keep him

"Father, dear," she murmured softly, "if I thought it was as you say, I would leave you. But you know that

you are but attempting to conceal something from me something that I should know, that I must know.

"Well, then, since know you must," he answered, "this is what befell: we had all drunk overdeep to our

shame do I confess it and growing tenderhearted for you, and bethinking me of your professed distaste to

Kenneth's suit, I told him that for all the results that were likely to attend his sojourn at Castle Marleigh, he

might as well bear Crispin company in his departure. He flared up at that, and demanded of me that I should

read him my riddle. Faith, I did by telling him that we were like to have snow on midsummer's day ere he

'became your husband. That speech of mine so angered him, being as he was all addled with wine and ripe for

any madness, that he sprang up and drew on me there and then. The others sought to get between us, but he

was overquick, and before I could do more than rise from the table his sword was through my shoulder and

into the wainscot at my back. After that it was clear he could not remain here, and I demanded that he should

leave upon the instant. Himself he was nothing loath, for he realized his folly, and he misliked the gleam of

Joseph's eye which can be wondrous wicked upon occasion. Indeed, but for my intercession Joseph had laid

That both her uncle and her father had lied to her the one cunningly, the other stupidly she had never a

doubt, and vaguely uneasy was Cynthia to learn the truth. Later that day the castle was busy with the bustle of

"Whither do you journey, uncle?" she asked of him as he was in the act of stepping out to enter the waiting

"To London, sweet cousin," was his brisk reply. "I am, it seems, becoming a very vagrant in my old age.

"There, child, let that be for the present. I will tell you perhaps when I return. The door, Stephen."

She watched his departure with uneasy eyes and uneasy heart. A fear pervaded her that in all that had

befallen, in all that was befalling still what ever it might be some evil was at work, and an evil that had

Crispin for its scope. She had neither reason nor evidence from which to draw this inference. It was no more

than the instinct whose voice cries out to us at times a presage of ill, and oftentimes compels our attention in

The fear that was in her urged her to seek what information she could on every hand, but without success.

But on the morrow she had information as prodigal as it was unlookedfor, and from the unlikeliest of

sources her father himself. Chafing at his inaction and lured into indiscretions by the subsiding of the pain

of his wound, Gregory quitted his bed and came below that night to sup with his daughter. As his wont had

been for years, he drank freely. That done, alive to the voice of his conscience, and seeking to drown its

loud tongued cry, he drank more freely still, so that in the end his henchman, Stephen, was forced to carry

This Stephen had grown grey in the service of the Ashburns, and amongst much valuable knowledge that he

had amassed, was a skill in dealing with wounds and a wide understanding of the ways to go about healing

them. This knowledge made him realize how unwise at such a season was Gregory's debauch, and

Stephen had grave fears concerning him, and these fears were realized when upon the morrow Gregory

awoke on fire with the fever. They summoned a leech from Sheringham, and this cunning knave, with a view

to adding importance to the cure he was come to effect, and which in reality presented no alarming difficulty,

shook his head with ominous gravity, and whilst promising to do "all that his skill permitted, he spoke of a

clergyman to help Gregory make his peace with God. For the leech had no cause to suspect that the whole of

A wild fear took Gregory in its grip. How could he die with such a load as that which he now carried upon his

soul? And the leech, seeing how the matter preyed upon his patient's mind, made shift but too late to

tranquillize him with assurances that he was not really like to die, and that he had but mentioned a parson so

The storm once raised, however, was not so easily to be allayed, and the conviction remained with Gregory

that his sands were wellnigh run, and that the end could be but a matter of days in coming.

Realizing as he did how richly he had earned damnation, a frantic terror was upon him, and all that day he

tossed and turned, now blaspheming, now praying, now weeping. His life had been indeed one protracted

course of wrongdoing, and many had suffered by Gregory's evil ways many a man and many a woman.

But as the stars pale and fade when the sun mounts the sky, so too were the lesser wrongs that marked his

earthly pilgrimage of sin rendered pale or blotted into insignificance by the greater wrong he had done

Ronald Marleigh a wrong which was not ended yet, but whose completion Joseph was even then working

to effect. If only he could save Crispin even now in the eleventh hour; if by some means he could warn him

not to repair to the sign of the Anchor in Thames Street. His disordered mind took no account of the fact that

in the time that was sped since Galliard's departure, the knight should already have reached London.

And so it came about that, consumed at once by the desire to make confession to whomsoever it might be,

and the wish to attempt yet to avert the crowning evil of whose planning he was partly guilty inasmuch as he

had tacitly consented to Joseph's schemes, Gregory called for his daughter. She came readily enough, hoping

for exactly that which was about to take place, yet fearing sorely that her hopes would suffer frustration, and

"Cynthia," he cried, in mingled dread and sorrow, "Cynthia, my child, I am about to die."

She knew both from Stephen and from the leech that this was far from being his condition. Nevertheless her

filial piety was at that moment a touching sight. She smoothed his pillows with a gentle grace that was in

itself a soothing caress, even as her soft sympathetic voice was a caress. She took his hand, and spoke to him

endearingly, seeking to relieve the sombre mood whose prey he was become, assuring him that the leech had

told her his danger was none so imminent, and that with quiet and a little care he would be up and about again

ere many days were sped. But Gregory rejected hopelessly all efforts at consolation.

"I am on my deathbed, Cynthia," he insisted, "and when I am gone I know not whom there may be to cheer

and comfort your lot in life. Your lover is away on an errand of Joseph's, and it may well betide that he will

never again cross the threshold of Castle Marleigh. Unnatural though I may seem, sweetheart, my dying wish

"Father, if that be all that grieves you, I can reassure you. I do not love Kenneth."

"You apprehend me amiss," said he tartly. "Do you recall the story of Sir Crispin Galliard's life that you had

from Kenneth on the night of Joseph's return?" His voice shook as he put the question.

"Why, yes. I am not like to forget it, and nightly do I pray," she went on, her tongue outrunning discretion

and betraying her feelings for Galliard, "that God may punish those murderers who wrecked his existence."

"Cynthia," he wailed. His eyes were wild, and the hand that rested in hers trembled violently. "Do you know

that it is against your father and your father's brother that you invoke God's vengeance?"

She had been kneeling at his bedside; but now, when he pronounced those words, she rose slowly and stood

silent for a spell, her eyes seeking his with an awful look that he dared not meet. At last:

"True?" she echoed, no louder than a whisper, and her eyes grew round with horror. "True that you and my

uncle are the butchers who slew their cousin, this man's wife, and sought to murder him as well leaving him

for dead? True that you are the thieves who claiming kinship by virtue of that very marriage have usurped his

estates and this his castle during all these years, whilst he himself went an outcast, homeless and destitute? Is

Her face was pale white to the very lips, and her blue eyes smouldered behind the shelter of her drooping

lids. She put her hand to her breast, then to her brow, pushing back the brown hair by a mechanical gesture

that was pathetic in the tale of pain it told. For support she was leaning now against the wall by the head of

his couch. In silence she stood so while you might count to twenty; then with a sudden vehemence revealing

"Why?" His utterance was thick, and his eyes, that were grown dull as a snake's, stared straight before him,

daring not to meet his daughter's glance. "I tell it you," he said, "because I am a dying man." And he hoped

that the consideration of that momentous fact might melt her, and might by pity win her back to him that

"I tell you because I am a dying man," he repeated. "I tell it you because in such an hour I fain would make

confession and repent, that God may have mercy upon my soul. I tell it you, too, because the tragedy begun

eighteen years ago is not yet played out, and it may yet be mine to avert the end we had prepared Joseph

and I. Thus perhaps a merciful God will place it in my power to make some reparation. Listen, child. It was

against us, as you will have guessed, that Galliard enlisted Kenneth's services, and here on the night of

Joseph's return he called upon the boy to fulfil him what he had sworn. The lad had no choice but to obey;

indeed, I forced him to it by attacking him and compelling him to draw, which is how I came by this wound.

"Crispin had of a certainty killed Joseph but that your uncle bethought him of telling him that his son lived."

"Nay, child, he spoke the truth, and when Joseph offered to restore the boy to him, he had every intention of

so doing. But in the moment of writing the superscription to the letter Crispin was to bear to those that had

reared the child, Joseph bethought him of a foul scheme for Galliard's final destruction. And so he has sent

him to London instead, to a house in Thames Street, where dwells one Colonel Pride, who bears Sir Crispin a

heavy grudge, and into whose hands he will be thus delivered. Can aught be done, Cynthia, to arrest this to

"As well might you seek to restore the breath to a dead man," she answered, and her voice was so oddly calm,

"Do not delude yourself," she added. "Sir Crispin will have reached London long ere this, and by now Joseph

will be well on his way to see that there is no mistake made, and that the life you ruined hopelessly years ago

is plucked at last from this unfortunate man. Merciful God! am I truly your daughter?" she cried. "Is my name

indeed Ashburn, and have I been reared upon the estates that by crime you gained possession of? Estates that

by crime you hold for they are his; every stone, every stick that goes to make the place belongs to him, and

A moan escaped her, and she covered her face with her hands. A moment she stood rocking there a fair,

lissom plant swept by a gale of ineffable emotion. Then the breath seemed to go all out of her in one great

sigh, and Gregory, who dared not look her way, heard the swish of her gown, followed by a thud as she

So disturbed at that was Gregory's spirit that, forgetting his wound, his fever, and the death which he had

believed impending, he leapt from his couch, and throwing wide the door, bellowed lustily for Stephen. In

frightened haste came his henchman to answer the petulant summons, and in obedience to Gregory's

Between them they bore the unconscious girl to her chamber, leaving Gregory to curse himself for having

been lured into a confession that it now seemed to him had been unnecessary, since in his newly found

vitality he realized that death was none so near a thing as that scoundrelly fool of a leech had led him to

Cynthia's swoon was after all but brief. Upon recovering consciousness her first act was to dismiss her

woman. She had need to be alone the need of the animal that is wounded to creep into its lair and hide

That her father's condition was grievous she knew to be untrue, so that concerning him there was not even

that pity that she might have felt had she believed as he would have had her believe that he was dying.

As she pondered the monstrous disclosure he had made, her heart hardened against him, and even as she had

asked him whether indeed she was his daughter, so now she vowed to herself that she would be his daughter

no longer. She would leave Castle Marleigh, never again to set eyes upon her father, and she hoped that

during the little time she must yet remain there a day, or two at most she might be spared the ordeal of

again meeting a parent for whom respect was dead, and who inspired her with just that feeling of horror she

She resolved to repair to London to a sister of her mother's, where for her dead mother's sake she would find

She had need of air, need of the balm that nature alone can offer in solitude to poor wounded human souls.

It was a mild and sunny evening, worthy rather of August than of October, and aimlessly Mistress Cynthia

wandered towards the cliffs overlooking Sheringham Hithe. There she sate herself in sad dejection upon the

grass, and gazed wistfully seaward, her mind straying now from the sorry theme that had held dominion in it,

It was there, sitting as she sat now, her eyes upon the shimmering waste of sea, and the gulls circling

overhead, that she had awakened to the knowledge of her love for Crispin. And so to him strayed now her

thoughts, and to the fate her father had sent him to; and thus back again to her father and the evil he had

wrought. It is matter for conjecture whether her loathing for Gregory would have been as intense as it was,

Her life seemed at an end as she sat that October evening on the cliffs. No single interest linked her to

existence; nothing, it seemed, was left her to hope for till the end should come and no doubt it would be

Wistful she sat and thought, and every thought begat a sigh, and then of a sudden surely her ears had

tricked her, enslaved by her imagination a crisp, metallic voice rang out close behind her.

There was a catch in her breath as she turned her head. Her cheeks took fire, and for a second were aflame.

Then they went deadly white, and it seemed that time and life and the very world had paused in its relentless

progress towards eternity. For there stood the object of her thoughts and sighs, sudden and unexpected, as

His thin lips were parted in a smile that softened wondrously the harshness of his face, and his eyes seemed

then to her alight with kindness. A moment's pause there was, during which she sought her voice, and when

"Why, so I did. But on the road I chanced to halt, and having halted I discovered reason why I should return."

He had discovered a reason. She asked herself breathlessly what might that reason be, and finding herself no

She moved aside to make room for him, as though the broad cliff had been a narrow ledge, and with the sigh

There was a tenderness in his voice that set her pulses stirring wildly. Did she guess aright the reason that had

caused him to break his journey and return? That he had done so no matter what the reason she thanked

God from her inmost heart, as for a miracle that had saved him from the doom awaiting him in London town.

"Am I presumptuous, child, to think that haply the meditation in which I found you rapt was for one,

The ambiguous question drove every thought from her mind, filling it to overflowing with the supreme good

of his presence, and the frantic hope that she had read aright the reason of it.

"Mayhap you have," she whispered in return, and then, marvelling at her boldness, blushed. He glanced

sharply at her from narrowing eyes. It was not the answer he had looked to hear.

As a father might have done he took the slender hand that rested upon the grass beside him, and she, poor

child, mistaking the promptings of that action, suffered it to lie in his strong grasp. With averted head she

gazed upon the sea below, until a mist of tears rose up to blot it out. The breeze seemed full of melody and

gladness. God was very good to her, and sent her in her hour of need this great consolation a consolation

"Why then, sweet lady, is my task that I had feared to find all fraught with difficulty, grown easy indeed."

He did not reply at once. He found it difficult to devise an answer. To tell her brutally that he was come to

bear her away, willing or unwilling, on behalf of another, was not easy. Indeed, it was impossible, and he was

glad that inclinations in her which he had little dreamt of, put the necessity aside.

"My task, Mistress Cynthia, is to bear you hence. To ask you to resign this peaceful life, this quiet home in a

little corner of the world, and to go forth to bear life's hardships with one who, whatever be his shortcomings,

He gazed intently at her as he spoke, and her eyes fell before his glance. He noted the warm, red blood

suffusing her cheeks, her brow, her very neck; and he could have laughed aloud for joy at finding so simple

that which he had feared would prove so hard. Some pity, too, crept unaccountably into his stern heart,

fathered by the little faith which in his inmost soul he reposed in Jocelyn. And where, had she resisted him,

he would have grown harsh and violent, her acquiescence struck the weapons from his hands, and he caught

"No, no," she protested softly, "it is not much to ask. Rather is it much to offer."

"Bethink you, Mistress Cynthia, I have ridden back to Sheringham to ask you to come with me into France,

He forgot for the moment that she was in ignorance of his relationship to him he looked upon as her lover,

whilst she gave this mention of his son, of whose existence she had already heard from her; father, little

thought at that moment. The hour was too full of other things that touched her more nearly.

"I ask you to abandon the ease and peace of Sheringham for a life as a soldier's bride that may be rough and

precarious for a while, though, truth to tell, I have some influence at the Luxembourg, and friends upon

whose assistance I can safely count, to find your husband honourable employment, and set him on the road to

more. And how, guided by so sweet a saint, can he but mount to fame and honour?"

She spoke no word, but the hand resting in his entwined his fingers in an answering pressure.

"Dare I then ask so much?" cried he. And as if the ambiguity which had marked his speech were not enough,

he must needs, as he put this question, bend in his eagerness towards her until her brown tresses touched his

swart cheek. Was it then strange that the eagerness wherewith he urged another's suit should have been by her

She set her hands upon his shoulders, and meeting his eager gaze with the frank glance of the maid who, out

"Throughout my life I shall thank God that you have dared it," she made answer softly.

A strange reply he deemed it, yet, pondering, he took her meaning to be that since Jocelyn had lacked the

A pause followed, and for a spell they sat silent, he thinking of how to frame his next words; she happy and

She marvelled somewhat at the strangeness of his wooing, which was like unto no wooing her romancer's

tales had told her of, but then she reflected how unlike he was to other men, and therein she saw the

"I wish," he mused, "that matters were easier; that it might be mine to boldly sue your hand from your father,

but it may not be. Even had events not fallen out as they have done, it had been difficult; as it is, it is

Again his meaning was obscure, and when he spoke of suing for her hand from her father, he did not think of

"I have no father," she replied. "This very day have I disowned him." And observing the inquiry with which

his eyes were of a sudden charged: "Would you have me own a thief, a murderer, my father?" she demanded,

"Yes," she answered sorrowfully, "I know all there is to be known. I learnt it all this morning. All day have I

pondered it in my shame to end in the resolve to leave Sheringham. I had intended going to London to my

mother's sister. You are very opportunely come." She smiled up at him through the tears that were glistening

in her eyes. "You come even as I was despairing nay, when already I had despaired."

Sir Crispin was no longer puzzled by the readiness of her acquiescence. Here was the explanation of it.

Forced by the honesty of her pure soul to abandon the house of a father she knew at last for what he was, the

refuge Crispin now offered her was very welcome. She had determined before he came to quit Castle

Marleigh, and timely indeed was his offer of the means of escape from a life that was grown impossible. A

great pity filled his heart. She was selling herself, he thought; accepting the proposal which, on his son's

behalf, he made, and from which at any other season, he feared, she would have shrunk in detestation.

That pity was reflected on his countenance now, and noting its solemnity, and misconstruing it, she laughed

outright, despite herself. He did not ask her why she laughed, he did not notice it; his thoughts were busy

When next he spoke, it was to describe to her the hollow of the road where on the night of his departure from

the castle he had been flung from his horse. She knew the spot, she told him, and there at dusk upon the

following day she would come to him. Her woman must accompany her, and for all that he feared such an

addition to the party might retard their flight, yet he could not gainsay her resolution. Her uncle, he learnt

from her, was absent from Sheringham; he had set out four days ago for London. For her father she would

leave a letter, and in this matter Crispin urged her to observe circumspection, giving no indication of the

In all he said, now that matters were arranged he was calm, practical, and unloverlike, and for all that she

would he had been less selfpossessed, her faith in him caused her, upon reflection, even to admire this

which she conceived to be restraint. Yet, when at parting he did no more than courteously bend before her,

and kiss her hand as any simpering gallant might have done, she was all but vexed, and not to be outdone in

coldness, she grew frigid. But it was lost upon him. He had not a lover's discernment, quickened by anxious

They parted thus, and into the heart of Mistress Cynthia there crept that night a doubt that banished sleep.

Was she wise in entrusting herself so utterly to a man of whom she knew but little, and that learnt from

rumours which had not been good? But scarcely was it because of that that doubts assailed her. Rather was it

because of his cool deliberateness which argued not the great love wherewith she fain would fancy him

For consolation she recalled a line that had it great fires were soon burnt out, and she sought to reassure

herself that the flame of his love, if not allconsuming, would at least burn bright and steadfastly until the

end of life. And so she fell asleep, betwixt hope and fear, yet no longer with any hesitancy touching the

In the morning she took her woman into her confidence, and scared her with it out of what little sense the

creature owned. Yet to such purpose did she talk, that when that evening, as Crispin waited by the coach he

had taken, in the hollow of the road, he saw approaching him a portly, middleaged dame with a valise. This

was Cynthia's woman, and Cynthia herself was not long in following, muffled in a long, black cloak.

He greeted her warmly affectionately almost yet with none of the rapture to which she held herself entitled

Urbanely he handed her into the coach, and, after her, her woman. Then seeing that he made shift to close the

He pointed to a saddled horse standing by the roadside, and which she had not noticed.

"It will be better so. You will be at more comfort in the carriage without me. Moreover, it will travel the

He closed the door, and stepped back with a word of command to the driver. The whip cracked, and Cynthia

flung herself back almost in a pet. What manner of lover, she asked herself, was thin and what manner of

woman she, to let herself be borne away by one who made so little use of the arts and wiles of sweet

persuasion? To carry her off, and yet not so much as sit beside her, was worthy only of a man who described

such a journey as tedious. She marvelled greatly at it, yet more she marvelled at herself that she did not

Throughout the night they went rumbling on their way at a pace whose sluggishness elicited many an oath

from Crispin as he rode a few yards in the rear, ever watchful of the possibility of pursuit. But there was

none, nor none need he have feared, since whilst he rode through the cold night, Gregory Ashburn slept as

peacefully as a man may with the fever and an evil conscience, and imagined his dutiful daughter safely abed.

With the first streaks of steely light came a thin rain to heighten Crispin's discomfort, for of late he had been

overmuch in the saddle, and strong though he was, he was yet flesh and blood, and subject to its ills. Towards

ten o'clock they passed through Denham. When they were clear of it Cynthia put her head from the window.

She had slept well, and her mood was lighter and happier. As Crispin rode a yard or so behind, he caught

sight of her fresh, smiling face, and it affected him curiously. The tenderness that two days ago had been his

as he talked to her upon the cliffs was again upon him, and the thought that anon she would be linked to him

by the ties of relationship, was pleasurable. She gave him good morrow prettily, and he, spurring his horse to

the carriage door, was solicitous to know of her comfort. Nor did he again fall behind until Stafford was

reached at noon. Here, at the sign of the Suffolk Arms, he called a halt, and they broke their fast on the best

Cynthia was gay, and so indeed was Crispin, yet she noted in him that coolness which she accounted

To Crispin's chagrin there were no horses to be had. Someone in great haste had ridden through before them,

and taken what relays the hostelry could give, leaving four jaded beasts in the stable. It seemed, indeed, that

they must remain there until the morrow, and in coming to that conclusion, Sir Crispin's temper suffered

"Why need it put you so about," cried Cynthia, in arch reproach, "since I am with you?"

"Blood and fire, madam," roared Galliard, "it is precisely for that reason that I am exercised. What if your

"My father, sir, is abed with a swordwound and a fever," she replied, and he remembered then how Kenneth

"Still," he returned, "he will have discovered your flight, and I dare swear we shall have his myrmidons upon

our heels. Should they come up with us we shall hardly find them more gentle than he would be."

She paled at that, and for a second there was silence. Then her hand stole forth upon his arm, and she looked

"What, indeed, if they do? Are you not with me?" A king had praised his daring, and for his valour had

dubbed him knight upon a field of stricken battle; yet the honour of it had not brought him the elation those

words expressive of her utter faith in him and his prowess begat in his heart. Upon the instant the delay

"Madam," he laughed, "since you put it so, I care not who comes. The Lord Protector himself shall not drag

It was the nearest he had gone to a passionate speech since they had left Sheringham, and it pleased her; yet

in uttering it he had stood a full two yards away, and in that she had taken no pleasure.

Bidding her remain and get what rest she might, he left her, and she, following his straight, lank figure so

eloquent of strength and the familiar poise of his left hand upon the pummel of his sword, felt proud indeed

that he belonged to her, and secure in his protection. She sat herself at the window when he was gone, and

whilst she awaited his return, she hummed a gay measure softly to herself. Her eyes were bright, and there

was a flush upon her cheeks. Not even in the wet, greasy street could she find any unsightliness that

afternoon. But as she waited, and the minutes grew to hours, that flush faded, and the sparkle died gradually

from her eyes. The measure that she had hummed was silenced, and her shapely mouth took on a pout of

A frown drew her brows together, and Mistress Cynthia's thoughts were much as they had been the night

before she left Castle Marleigh. Where was he? Why came he not? She took up a book of plays that lay upon

the table, and sought to while away the time by reading. The afternoon faded into dusk, and still he did not

come. Her woman appeared, to ask whether she should call for lights and at that Cynthia became almost

"Where is Sir Crispin?" she demanded. And to the dame's quavering answer that she knew not, she angrily

In a pet, Cynthia paced the chamber whilst Catherine was gone upon that errand. Did this man account her a

toy to while away the hours for which he could find no more profitable diversion, and to leave her to die of

ennui when aught else offered? Was it a small thing that he had asked of her, to go with him into a strange

With such questions did she plague herself, and finding them either unanswerable, or answerable only by

affirmatives, she had wellnigh resolved upon leaving the inn, and making her way back to London to seek

In the dim light of the October twilight the woman saw not the sudden pallor of her mistress's cheeks, but she

heard the gasp of pain that was almost a cry. In her mortification, Cynthia could have wept had she given way

to her feelings. The man who had induced her to elope with him sat at dice with a gentleman from London!

Oh, it was monstrous! At the thought of it she broke into a laugh that appalled her tiringwoman; then

"Call me the host," she cried, and the frightened Catherine obeyed her at a run.

"Have you a pillion?" she asked abruptly. "Well, fool, why do you stare? Have you a pillion?"

"But, madam," the host persisted despairingly, and speaking quickly so that he might get the words out, "I

"I need to go but five," she retorted quickly, her only thought being to get the beasts, no matter what their

condition. "Now, go, and come not back until all is ready. Use dispatch and I will pay you well, and above

The sorelypuzzled host withdrew to do her bidding, won to it by her promise of good payment.

Alone she sat for half an hour, vainly fostering the hope that ere the landlord returned to announce the

conclusion of his preparations, Crispin might have remembered her and come. But he did not appear, and in

her solitude this poor little maid was very miserable, and shed some tears that had still more of anger than

sorrow in their source. At length the landlord came. She summoned her woman, and bade her follow by post

on the morrow. The landlord she rewarded with a ring worth twenty times the value of the service, and was

Here she found three horses, one equipped with the pillion on which she was to ride behind a burly stableboy.

The other two were mounted by a couple of stalwart and wellarmed men, one of whom carried a

Wrapped in her cloak, she mounted behind the stableboy, and bade him set out and take the road to

Master Quinn, the landlord, watched her departure with eyes that were charged with doubt and concern. As

he made fast the door of the stableyard after she had passed out, he ominously shook his hoary head and

muttered to himself humble, hostelryflavoured philosophies touching the strange ways of men with women,

and the stranger ways of women with men. Then, taking up his lanthorn, he slowly retraced his steps to the

With sleeves rolled high above her pink and deeplydimpled elbows stood Mistress Quinn at work upon the

fashioning of a pastry, when her husband entered and set down his lanthorn with a sigh.

"To be so plagued," he growled. "To be browbeaten by a slip of a wench a fine gentleman's baggage with

"Certainly you are a fool," his wife agreed, kneading diligently, "whatever you may have endured. What

His fat face was puckered into a thousand wrinkles. His little eyes gazed at her with longsuffering malice.

"You are my wife," he answered pregnantly, as who would say: Thus is my folly clearly proven! and seeing

that the assertion was not one that admitted of dispute, Mistress Quinn was silent.

"Oh, 'tis ill done!" he broke out a moment later. "Shame on me for it; it is ill done!"

"If you have done it 'tis sure to be ill done, and shame on you in good sooth but for what?" put in his wife.

"To Denham with the baggage that came hither this morning in the company of that very fierce gentleman

"At dice quotha? And she's gone, you say?" asked Mrs. Quinn, pausing in her labours squarely to face her

"Stupid!" rejoined his docile spouse, vexed by his laconic assent. "Do you mean she has run away?"

"And you have lent her horses and helped her to get away, and you leave her husband at play in there?"

"Eh? What?" gasped he, and his rubicund cheeks lost something of their high colour, for here was a

possibility that had not entered into his calculations. But Mistress Quinn stayed not to answer him. Already

she was making for the door, wiping the dough from her hands on to her apron as she went. A suspicion of

"Nay," he cried, resolutely barring her way. "Nay. That you shall not. Would you would you ruin me?"

She gave him a look of contempt, and dodging his grasp she gained the door and was halfway down the

passage towards the common room before he had overtaken her and caught her round the middle.

"Do you undo me," she bade him, snatching at his hands. But he clutched with the tightness of despair.

"You shall not go," he swore. "Come back and leave the gentleman to make the discovery for himself. I dare

swear it will not afflict him overmuch. He has abandoned her sorely since they came; not a doubt of it but

that he is weary of her. At least he need not know I lent her horses. Let him think she fled afoot, when he

"I will go," she answered stubbornly, dragging him with her a yard or two nearer the door. "The gentleman

shall be warned. Is a woman to run away from her husband in my house, and the husband never be warned of

"What care I for your promises?" she asked. "I will tell him, so that he may yet go after her and bring her

"You shall not," he insisted, gripping her more closely. But at that moment a delicately mocking voice

"Marry, 'tis vastly diverting to hear you," it said. They looked round, to find one of the party of town sparks

that had halted at the inn standing arms akimbo in the narrow passage, clearly waiting for them to make

room. "A touching sight, sir," said he sardonically to the landlord. "A wondrous touching sight to behold a

man of your years playing the turtledove to his good wife like the merest fledgeling. It grieves me to intrude

myself so harshly upon your cooing, though if you'll but let me pass you may resume your chaste embrace

Abashed, the landlord and his dame fell apart. Then, ere the gentleman could pass her, Mistress Quinn, like a

true opportunist, sped swiftly down the passage and into the common room before her husband could again

Now, within the common room of the Suffolk Arms Sir Crispin sat face to face with a very pretty fellow, all

musk and ribbons, and surrounded by some halfdozen gentlemen on their way to London who had halted to

The pretty gentleman swore lustily, affected a monstrous wicked look, assured that he was impressing all

A game started with crowns to while away the tedium of the enforced sojourn at the inn had grown to

monstrous proportions. Fortune had favoured the youth at first, but as the stakes grew her favours to him

diminished, and at the moment that Cynthia rode out of the innyard, Mr. Harry Foster flung his last gold

He toyed sorrowfully with the red ribbon in his black hair, and Crispin, seeing that no fresh stake was

He drew a ring from his finger, and with a superb gesture of disdain pushed it across the board.

"Rat me, sir, that nose of yours proclaims you a jew, without more. Say twentyfive, and I'll cast."

With a tolerant smile, and the shrug of a man to whom twentyfive or a hundred are of like account, Crispin

Before Crispin could reply, the door leading to the interior of the inn was flung open, and Mrs. Quinn,

breathless with exertion and excitement, came scurrying across the room. In the doorway stood the host in

hesitancy and fear. Bending to Crispin's ear, Mrs. Quinn delivered her message in a whisper that was heard

The woman pointed to her husband, and Crispin, understanding from this that she referred him to the host,

"What know you, landlord?" he shouted. "Come hither, and tell me whither is she gone!"

"I know not," replied the quaking host, adding the particulars of Cynthia's departure, and the information that

"Saddle me a horse," cried Crispin, leaping to his feet, and pitching Mr. Foster's trinket upon the table as

though it were a thing of no value. "Towards Denham you say they rode? Quick, man!" And as the host

departed he swept the gold and the ring he had won into his pockets preparing to depart.

"I am sorry, sir, that Fortune has been unkind to you, but I must go. Circumstances have arisen which "

"D n your circumstances!" roared Foster, get ting on his feet. "You'll not leave me thus!"

Crispin turned about in despair. To be embroiled now might ruin everything, and by a miracle he kept his

"Sir," he said, "if you have upon your pretty person trinkets to half the value of what I have won from you, I'll

stake the whole against them on one throw, after which, no matter what the result, I take my departure. Are

There was a murmur of admiration from those present at the recklessness and the generosity of the proposal,

and Foster was forced to accept it. Two more rings he drew forth, a diamond from the ruffles at his throat,

and a pearl that he wore in his ear. The lot he set upon the board, and Crispin threw the winning cast as the

He gathered the trinkets up, and with a polite word of regret he was gone, leaving Mr. Harry Foster to

meditate upon the pledging of one of his horses to the landlord in discharge of his lodging.

And so it fell out that before Cynthia had gone six miles along the road to Denham, one of her attendants

caught a rapid beat of hoofs behind them, and drew her attention to it, suggesting that they were being

followed. Faster Cynthia bade them travel, but the pursuer gained upon them at every stride. Again the man

drew her attention to it, and proposed that they should halt and face him who followed. The possession of the

musketoon gave him confidence touching the issue. But Cynthia shuddered at the thought, and again, with

promises of rich reward, urged them to go faster. Another mile they went, but every moment brought the

pursuing hoofbeats nearer and nearer, until at last a hoarse challenge rang out behind them, and they knew

that to go farther would be vain; within the next halfmile, ride as they might, their pursuer would be upon

The night was moonless, yet sufficiently clear for objects to be perceived against the sky, and presently the

black shadow of him who rode behind loomed up upon the road, not a hundred paces off.

Despite Cynthia's orders not to fire, he of the musketoon raised his weapon under cover of the darkness and

Cynthia cried out a shriek of dismay it was; the horses plunged, and Sir Crispin laughed aloud as he bore

down upon them. He of the musketoon heard the swish of a sword being drawn, and saw the glitter of the

blade in the dark. A second later there was a shock as Crispin's horse dashed into his, and a crushing blow

across the forehead, which Galliard delivered with the hilt of his rapier, sent him hurtling from the saddle. His

comrade clapped spurs to his horse at that and was running a race with the night wind in the direction of

Before Cynthia quite knew what had happened the seat on the pillion in front of her was empty, and she was

riding back to Stafford with Crispin beside her, his hand upon the bridle of her horse.

"You little fool!" he said halfangrily, halfgibingly; and thereafter they rode in silence she too mortified

That journey back to Stafford was a speedy one, and soon they stood again in the innyard out of which she

had ridden but an hour ago. Avoiding the common room, Crispin ushered her through the side door by which

she had quitted the house. The landlord met them in the passage, and looking at Crispin's face the pallor and

Together they ascended to the chamber where in solitude she had spent the day. Her feelings were those of a

child caught in an act of disobedience, and she was angry with herself and her weakness that it should be so.

Yet within the room she stood with bent head, never glancing at her companion, in whose eyes there was a

look of blended anger and amazement as he observed her. At length in calm, level tones:

The question was to her anger as a gust of wind to a smouldering fire. She threw back her head defiantly, and

"I will tell you," she cried, and suddenly stopped short. The fire died from her eyes, and they grew wide in

wonder in fascinated wonder to see a deep stain overspreading one side of his grey doublet, from the left

shoulder downwards. Her wonder turned to horror as she realized the nature of that stain and remembered

A sickly smile came into his face, and seemed to accentuate its pallor. He made a deprecatory gesture. Then,

as if in that gesture he had expended his last grain of strength, he swayed suddenly as he stood. He made as if

to reach a chair, but at the second step he stumbled, and without further warning he fell prone at her feet, his

left hand upon his heart, his right outstretched straight from the shoulder. The loss of blood he had sustained,

following upon the fatigue and sleeplessness that had been his of late, had demanded its due from him, man

Upon the instant her anger vanished. A great fear that he was dead descended upon her, and to heighten the

horror of it came the thought that he had received his deathwound through her agency. With a moan of

anguish she went down upon her knees beside him. She raised his head and pillowed it in her lap, calling to

him by name, as though her voice alone must suffice to bring him back to life and consciousness.

Instinctively she unfastened his doublet at the neck, and sought to draw it away that she might see the nature

of his hurt and staunch the wound if possible, but her strength ebbed away from her, and she abandoned her

She stooped and kissed the white, clammy forehead, then his lips, and as she did so a tremor ran through her,

and he opened his eyes. A moment they looked dull and lifeless, then they waxed questioning.

A second ago these two had stood in anger with the width of the room betwixt them; now, in a flash, he found

Then the awakening of his soul came swift upon the awakening of his body. He lay there, oblivious of his

wound, oblivious of his mission, oblivious of his son. He lay with senses still half dormant and

comprehension dulled, but with a soul alert he lay, and was supremely happy with a happiness such as he had

"I thought I thought " she stammered; then, gathering courage, "I thought you did not really care, that you

made a toy of me," said she. "When they told me that you sat at dice with a gentleman from London I was

angry at your neglect. If you loved me, I told myself, you would not have used me so, and left me to mope

For a moment Crispin let his grey eyes devour her blushing face. Then he closed them and pondered what she

had said, realization breaking upon him now like a great flood. The light came to him in one blinding yet

allilluming flash. A hundred things that had puzzled him in the last two days grew of a sudden clear, and

filled him with a joy unspeakable. He dared scarce believe that he was awake, and Cynthia by him that he

had indeed heard aright what she had said. How blind he had been, how nescient of himself!

Then, as his thoughts travelled on to the source of the misapprehension he remembered his son, and the

memory was like an icy hand upon his temples that chilled him through and through. Lying there with eyes

still closed he groaned. Happiness was within his grasp at last. Love might be his again did he but ask it, and

the love of as pure and sweet a creature as ever God sent to chasten a man's life. A great tenderness possessed

him. A burning temptation to cast to the winds his plighted word, to make a mock of faith, to deride honour,

and to seize this woman for his own. She loved him he knew it now; he loved her the knowledge had come

as suddenly upon him. Compared with this what could his faith, his word, his honour give him? What to him,

The hardest fight he ever fought, he fought it there, lying supine upon the ground, his head in her lap.

Had he fought it out with closed eyes, perchance honour and his plighted word had won the day; but he

A while they stayed thus; the hungry glance of his grey eyes peering into the clear blue depths of hers; and in

That cry, which she but half understood, was still ringing in her ears, when the door was of a sudden flung

open, and across the threshold a very daintily arrayed young gentleman stepped briskly, the expostulating

"I tell thee, lying dog," he cried, "I saw him ride into the yard, and, "fore George, he shall give me the chance

Cynthia looked up in alarm, whereupon that merry blood catching sight of her, halted in some confusion at

"Rat me, madam," he cried, "I did not know I had not looked to " He stopped, and remembering at last his

She gazed at him, her eyes full of inquiry, but said nothing, whereat the pretty gentleman plucked awkwardly

"So, madam, is that thief the landlord," he made answer, no whit abashed. "Come hither, you bladder of fat,

Thus courteously summoned, the landlord shuffled forward, and Mr. Foster begged Cynthia to allow him

with the fellow's aid to see to the gentleman's wound. Between them they laid Crispin on a couch, and the

town spark went to work with a dexterity little to have been expected from his flippant exterior. He dressed

the wound, which was in the shoulder and not in itself of a dangerous character, the loss of blood it being that

had brought some gravity to the knight's condition. They propped his head upon a pillow, and presently he

sighed and, opening his eyes, complained of thirst, and was manifestly surprised at seeing the coxcomb

"I came in search of you to pursue our game," Foster explained when they had ministered to him, "and, 'fore

"Pish, sir, my condition is none so grievous a scratch, no more, and were my heart itself pierced the

knowledge that I have gained " He stopped short. "But there, sir," he added presently, "I am grateful

beyond words for your timely ministration, and if to my debt you will add that of leaving me awhile to rest, I

His glance met Cynthia's and he smiled. The host coughed significantly, and shuffled towards the door. But

Master Foster made no shift to move; but stood instead beside Galliard, though in apparent hesitation.

"I should like a word with you ere I go," he said at length. Then turning and perceiving the landlord standing

by the door in an attitude of eloquent waiting: "Take yourself off," he cried to him. "Crush me, may not one

gentleman say a word to another without being forced to speak into your inquisitive ears as well? You will

"Now, sir," he resumed, when the host was gone. "I stand thus: I have lost to you today a sum of money

which, though some might account considerable, is in itself no more than a trifle.

"I am, however, greatly exercised at the loss of certain trinkets which have to me a peculiar value, and which,

to be frank, I staked in a moment of desperation. I had hoped, sir, to retrieve my losses o'er a friendly main

this evening, for I have still to stake a coach and four horses as noble a set of beasts as you'll find in

England, aye rat me. Your wound, sir, renders it impossible for me to ask you to give yourself the fatigue of

obliging me. I come, then, to propose that you return me those trinkets against my note of hand for the

amount that was staked on them. I am well known in town, sir," he added hurriedly, "and you need have no

"I have none, sir, in that connexion, and I am willing to do as you suggest." He thrust his hand into his

pocket, and drew forth the rings, the brooch and the earring he had won. "Here, sir, are your trinkets."

"Sir," cried Mr. Foster, thrown into some confusion by Galliard's unquestioning generosity, "I am indebted to

you. Rat me, sir, I am indeed. You shall have my note of hand on the instant. How much shall we say?"

"One moment, Mr. Foster," said Crispin, an idea suddenly occurring to him. "You mentioned horses. Are

"Why, then, sir, I have a proposal to make which will remove the need of your note of hand. Lend me your

"Faint! Not I. I am awake and strong. My wound is no wound, for a scratch may not be given that name. So

there, sweetheart." He laughed, and drawing down her head, he whispered the words: "Your father." Then

turning again to Foster. "Now, sir," he continued, "there are four tolerable posthorses of mine below, on

which you can follow tomorrow to Harwich, there exchanging them again for your own, which you shall find

awaiting you, stabled at the Garter Inn. For this service, to me of immeasurable value, I will willingly cede

"But, rat me, sir," cried Foster in bewilderment, "tis too generous 'pon honour it is. I can't consent to it. No,

"I have told you how great a boon you will confer. Believe me, sir, to me it is worth twice, a hundred times

"You shall have my horses, sir, and my note of hand as well," said Foster firmly.

"Your note of hand is of no value to me, sir. I look to leave England tomorrow, and I know not when I may

Thus in the end it came about that the bargain was concluded. Cynthia's maid was awakened and bidden to

rise. The horses were harnessed to Crispin's coach, and Crispin, leaning upon Harry Foster's arm, descended

Leaving the London blood at the door of the Suffolk Arms, crushing, burning, damning and ratting himself at

Crispin's magnificence, they rolled away through the night in the direction of Ipswich.

Ten o"clock in the morning beheld them at the door of the Garter Inn at Harwich. But the jolting of the coach

had so hardly used Crispin that he had to be carried into the hostelry. He was much exercised touching the

Lady Jane and his inability to go down to the quay in quest of her, when he was accosted by a burly,

redfaced individual who bluntly asked him was he called Sir Crispin Galliard. Ere he could frame an answer

the man had added that he was Thomas Jackson, master of the Lady Jane at which piece of good news

But his reflection upon his present position, when at last he lay in the schooner's cabin, brought him the bitter

reverse of pleasure. He had set out to bring Cynthia to his son; he had pledged his honour to accomplish it.

How was he fulfilling his trust? In his despondency, during a moment when alone, he cursed the knave that

had wounded him for his clumsiness in not having taken a lower aim when he fired, and thus solved him this

Vainly did he strive to console himself and endeavour to palliate the wrong he had done with the

consideration that he was the man Cynthia loved, and not his son; that his son was nothing to her, and that

she would never have accompanied him had she dreamt that he wooed her for another.

No. The deed was foul, and rendered fouler still by virtue of those other wrongs in whose extenuation it had

been undertaken. For a moment he grew almost a coward. He was on the point of bidding Master Jackson

avoid Calais and make some other port along the coast. But in a moment he had scorned the craven argument

of flight, and determined that come what might he would face his son, and lay the truth before him, leaving

him to judge how strong fate had been. As he lay feverish and fretful in the vessel's cabin, he came wellnigh

to hating Kenneth; he remembered him only as a poor, mean creature, now a bigot, now a fop, now a

psalmmonger, now a roysterer, but ever a hypocrite, ever a coward, and never such a man as he could have

They had a fair wind, and towards evening Cynthia, who had been absent from his side a little while, came to

His answer was a sigh, and when she chid him for it, he essayed a smile that was yet more melancholy. For a

second he was tempted to confide in her; to tell her of the position in which he found himself and to lighten

his load by sharing it with her. But this he dared not do. Cynthia must never know.

In a room of the first floor of the Auberge du Soleil, at Calais, the host inquired of Crispin if he were milord

Galliard. At that question Crispin caught his breath in apprehension, and felt himself turn pale. What it

portended, he guessed; and it stifled the hope that had been rising in him since his arrival, and because he had

not found his son awaiting him either on the jetty or at the inn. He dared ask no questions, fearing that the

reply would quench that hope, which rose despite himself, and begotten of a desire of which he was hardly

He sighed before replying, and passing his brown, nervous hand across his brow, he found it moist.

"A gentleman a countryman of milord's has been here these three days awaiting him."

For a little while Crispin sat quite still, stripped of his last rag of hope. Then suddenly bracing himself, he

"Toutal"heure, monsieur," replied the landlord. "At the moment he is absent. He went out to take the air a

"Heaven send he has walked into the sea!" Crispin broke out passionately. Then as passionately he checked

"At once, and let me have lights." The host withdrew, to return a moment later with a couple of lighted

As he was retiring, a heavy step sounded on the stair, accompanied by the clank of a scabbard against the

And Crispin, looking up in apprehension, saw framed in the doorway the burly form of Harry Hogan.

He sat bolt upright, staring as though he beheld an apparition. With a sad smile, Hogan advanced, and set his

"Welcome to France, Crispin," said he. "If not him whom you looked to find, you have at least a loyal friend

"Hogan!" gasped the knight. "What make you here? How came you here? Where is Jocelyn?"

The Irishman looked at him gravely for a moment, then sighed and sank down upon a chair. "You have

"But where is Jocelyn?" cried Galliard again, and his haggard face looked very wan and white as he turned it

"Bad news?" muttered Crispin, as though he understood not the meaning of the words. "Bad news?" he

"And you have brought the lady too!" Hogan complained. "Faith, I had hoped that you had failed in that at

"I will relate the story from the very beginning," said he. "Some four hours after your departure from

Waltham) my men brought in the malignant we were hunting. I dispatched my sergeant and the troop

forthwith to London with the prisoner, keeping just two troopers with me. An hour or so later a coach

clattered into the yard, and out of it stepped a short, lean man in black, with a very evil face and a crooked

eye, who bawled out that he was Joseph Ashburn of Castle Marleigh, a friend of the Lord General's, and that

he must have horses on the instant to proceed upon his journey to London. I was in the yard at the time, and

hearing the full announcement I guessed what his business in London was. He entered the inn to refresh

himself and I followed him. In the common room the first man his eyes lighted on was your son. He gasped

at sight of him, and when he had recovered his breath he let fly as round a volley of blasphemy as ever I

heard from the lips of a Puritan. When that was over, "Fool," he yells, "what make you here?" The lad

stammered and grew confused. At last "I was detained here," says he. "Detained!" thunders the other, "and

"At that Master Ashburn grows very white and very evillooking. "So," he says, in a playful voice, "you have

learnt that, have you? Well, by God! the lesson shall profit neither you nor that rascal your father. But I'll

begin with you, you cur." And with that he seizes a jug of ale that stood on the table, and empties it over the

boy's face. Soul of my body! The lad showed such spirit then as I had never looked to find in him. "Outside,"

yells he, tugging at his sword with one hand, and pointing to the door with the other. "Outside, you hound,

where I can kill you!" Ashburn laughed and cursed him, and together they flung past me into the yard. The

place was empty at the moment, and there, before the clash of their blades had drawn interference, the thing

"And Ashburn?" he asked presently, in a voice that was singularly hoarse and low. "What became of him?

"No," said Hogan grimly, "he was not arrested. He was buried. Before he had wiped his blade I had stepped

up to him and accused him of murdering a beardless boy. I remembered the reckoning he owed you, I

remembered that he had sought to send you to your death; I saw the boy's body still warm and bleeding upon

the ground, and I struck him with my knuckles on the mouth. Like the cowardly ruffian he was, he made a

pass at me with his sword before I had got mine out. I avoided it narrowly, and we set to work.

"People rushed in and would have stopped us, but I cursed them so whilst I fenced, swearing to kill any man

that came between us, that they held off and waited. I didn't keep them overlong. I was no raw youngster

fresh from the hills of Scotland. I put the point of my sword through Joseph Ashburn's throat within a minute

"It was then as I stood in that shambles and looked down upon my handiwork that I recalled in what favour

Master Ashburn was held by the Parliament, and I grew sick to think of what the consequences might be. To

avoid them I got me there and then to horse, and rode in a straight line for Greenwich, hoping to find the

Lady Jane still there. But my messenger had already sent her to Harwich for you. I was well ahead of possible

pursuit, and so I pushed on to Dover, and thence I crossed, arriving here three days ago."

Crispin rose and stepped up to Hogan. "The last time you came to me after killing a man, Harry, I was of

some service to you. You shall find me no less useful now. You will come to Paris with me?"

"I hear her step upon the stairs. Leave me now, Harry, but as you go, desire the landlord to send for a priest.

One look of utter bewilderment did Hogan bestow upon Sir Crispin, and for once his glib, Irish tongue could

He wrung Crispin's hand, and in a state of ineffable perplexity he hurried from the room to do what was

For a moment Crispin stood by the window, and looking out into the night he thanked God from his heart for

Then the rustle of a gown drew his attention, and he swung round to find Cynthia smiling upon him from the

He advanced to meet her, and setting his hands upon her shoulders, he held her at arm's length, looking down

"Cynthia, my Cynthia!" he cried. And she, breaking past the barrier of his grasp, nestled up to him with a sigh