CHAPTER XL.

About an hour before the return of the young Earl of Ashby from his

ride towards Leicester, his cousin Richard had presented himself in his

ante-chamber, expecting to find him within. He was no favourite of the

servants of the house, and a feeling of doubt and distrust towards him

had become general amongst them. A cold look from the armourers, and a

saucy reply from a page--importing that the Earl was absent, and that

no one could tell when he would come back--was all the satisfaction

which Richard de Ashby could obtain; and, returning into the court, he

paced slowly across towards the gate where he had left his horses.

Sir William Geary passed him just at that moment, but did not stop,

merely saying, with his cold, supercilious look, "Ha, Dickon! thou art

in the way to make a great man of thyself, it seems!"

"Stay, Geary, stay!" cried Sir Richard, not very well pleased either

with his tone or his look.

But Sir William walked on, replying, "I can't at present, Dickon. For

once in my life, I am busy."

"They all look cold upon me," muttered Richard de Ashby, as he walked

slowly on; "can anything have been discovered?" His heart sunk at the

thought, and the idea of flying crossed his mind for a moment. But he

was, as we have shown, not without a dogged sort of courage, and he

murmured, "No, I will die at the stake sooner. I must find out,

however, what has taken place, that I may be prepared."

He somewhat quickened his pace, and had already put his foot in the

stirrup, to mount his horse, when he heard a voice calling him by name,

and turning round with a sudden start, he beheld Guy de Margan coming

after him with rapid steps.

"I saw you from my window," said the courtier, hastening up, "and have

much matter for your ear. But let us go down by the back way into the

town, and let your horses follow."

In a moment, Richard de Ashby had banished from his countenance the

look of anxiety and thought which it had just borne, not choosing that

one, who was already somewhat more in his confidence than he liked,

should see those traces of painful care, which might, perhaps, lead

him, joined with the knowledge he already possessed, to a suspicion of

those darker deeds which had not been communicated to him.

"Well, Guy!" he said, as they walked on, "how flies the crow now? I

find my noble cousin, the Earl, has gone out to take an afternoon

ride--not the way, methinks, that men usually spend the last few hours

before a mortal encounter. But he does it for bravado; and, if he do

not mind, his life and his renown will end together in to-morrow's

field."

"Perhaps 'twere better they did," answered Guy de Margan, shortly; and

then--replying to a look of affected wonder which Richard de Ashby

turned upon him, he continued, "I know not your plans or secrets,

Dickon; but I fear you will find your cousin Alured less easy to deal

with than even Hugh de Monthermer. He doubts the truth of the charge he

has brought!"

"Then he should not have brought it!" said Richard de Ashby. "What have

I to do with that?"

"Nothing, perhaps," replied Guy de Margan, "but he loves not any of

those whose reports induced him to make it. I found that, myself, while

I was sitting with him last night. He was strangely uncivil to me; but

you are foremost on the list, Dickon!"

"Pooh!" cried the other. "Let him but conquer in to-morrow's lists, and

the pride of having done so will make him love us all dearly again. I

know Alured well, De Margan, and there is no harm done, if that be

all!"

"But it is not all!" said Guy de Margan. "While I was sitting with him,

an old woman--a withered old woman, the servants told me after--came up

to call him to your house, bearing a message, as if from you."

"'Twas false! I was far away--Did he go?" exclaimed Richard de Ashby,

now moved indeed.

"That did he immediately," answered his companion. "I walked down with

him, and saw him in."

"Why, in the name of hell, did you not stop him?" cried Richard de

Ashby. "Old woman! I have no old woman there!"

"Perhaps he went to see the young one you have there," said Guy de

Margan, in a careless tone.

"Curse her! if she have--" exclaimed Richard de Ashby; and then

suddenly stopped himself, without finishing his sentence.

"Yes!" proceeded Guy de Margan, with the same affected indifference of

tone; "yes, he did go down, and went in, and stayed for more than an

hour, for I was at the King's banquet, and saw him come back; and I

spoke with his henchman, Peter, afterwards, who told me that he was

mightily affected all that night, and brought with him, from your

house, a paper, which he sealed carefully up. Look to it, Dickon--look

to it!"

They had now come to a flight of steps which led them down over one of

the rocky descents which were then somewhat more steep than they are

now in the good town of Nottingham, and Richard de Ashby, pausing at

the top, ordered the horses to go round, while he with Guy de Margan

took the shorter way. He said nothing till he reached the bottom; but

there, between two houses, neither of which had any windows on that

side, he stopped suddenly, and grasping his companion's arm, regarded

him face to face with a bent brow and searching eye.

"What is it you mean, Guy de Margan?" he asked. "You either know or

suspect something more than you say."

"I know nothing," replied Guy de Margan, "and I wish to know nothing,

my good friend. So tell me nothing. I am the least curious man in all

the world. What I suspect is another affair. But now listen to me. The

death of Hugh de Monthermer, sweet gentleman though he be, would not be

unpleasant to me; the death of the Earl, though you would have to wear

mourning for your Earldom, would not, I have reason to believe, be very

inconvenient or unpleasant to you. Now mark me, Dickon; if these two

men meet to-morrow, your cousin Alured, doubting the justice of his

cause, and shaken by foolish scruples, will fall before the lance of

Hugh de Monthermer as sure as I live. Every one of the court sees it,

and knows it. That would suit your purpose well, you think? But you

might be mistaken even there. Nothing but dire necessity will drive

Monthermer to take the Earl's life. The Prince is to be judge of the

field, and he will drop his warder on the very slightest excuse. Thus

you may be frustrated, and both you and I see our hopes marred in a

minute.--But there is something more to be said: I do not choose that

your purpose should be served, and not my own."

"Why, Guy de Margan," exclaimed his companion, in a bitter tone; "you

do not think that I am tenderly anxious for Monthermer's life?"

"No, nor I for Alured de Ashby's," answered de Margan; "but either both

shall die or both shall live, Richard de Ashby. Your cousin's mind is

now in that state, that but three words from me, turning his suspicions

in another channel, will make him retract his charge, and offer amends

to him he has calumniated.--Ay, and worse may come of it than that. Now

I will speak these words, Richard de Ashby, in plain terms--I will

prevent this conflict, unless you assure me that both shall fall."

"But how can I do that?" demanded Richard de Ashby, gazing upon him

with evident alarm. "How is it possible for me to insure an event which

is in the hand of fate alone?"

"In the hand of fate!" cried Guy de Margan, with a scoff. "To hear thee

speak, one would think that thou art as innocent as Noe's dove. Art

thou not thy cousin's godfather in the list to-morrow?"

"Ay, so he said," replied Richard de Ashby.

"Then instruct him how to slay his adversary," rejoined Guy de Margan.

"Tell him not to aim at shield or helmet, but at any spot; his

shoulder--his arm--his throat--his hip, where he can see the bare

hauberk."

"Alured knows better," said Richard. "He will drive straight upon him

with his lance; and then the toughest wood--the firmest seat--the

steadiest hand--the keenest eye, will give the victory."

"Nay, but tell him," answered Guy de Margan, in a lower tone,

"that you know what is passing in his mind, the doubts, the

hesitation, and that the conflict on foot is that wherein alone he

can hope to win the day. Ask him if he ever saw Hugh de Monthermer

unhorsed by a straight-forward stroke of a lance whoever was his

opponent? But show him that, by striking him at the side, and turning

him in the saddle, he may be brought to the ground without a doubt."

"But still what is this to me?" asked Richard, impatiently; "the one or

the other must win the day."

"No--no!" cried Guy de Margan. "I will show you a means by which, if

you can ensure that Alured de Ashby's lance dips but its point in Hugh

de Monthermer's blood, it shall carry with it as certain a death

as if it went through and through his heart; a scratch--a simple

scratch--will do it.--When I was in the land of the old Romans--now

filled with priests and sluggards, who have nought on earth to do but

to sit and debauch the peasant girls, and hatch means of ridding

themselves of enemies--a good honest man, who took care that none

should be long his foe, and was possessed of many excellent secrets,

gave me, for weighty considerations, a powder of so balmy a quality,

that either dropped into a cup or rubbed on a fresh wound, though the

quantity be not bigger than will lie on a pin's-head, it will cure the

most miserable man of all his sorrows, or within half an hour will take

out the pain of the most terrible injury--for ever!"

"I understand--I understand," said Richard de Ashby. "Give me the

powder; would I had had it long ago. But how can one fix it to the

lance's point, so that in the shock of combat it is not brushed off?"

"Mix it with some gentle unguent," answered Guy de Margan; "'twill have

the same effect."

"I will, I will," replied his companion; "then with a thick glove I

will feel the lance's point, to make sure that all is right, like a

good cautious godfather in arms, first carefully trying the wood upon

my knee, with every other seeming caution which the experienced in such

matters use. No fear but Alured, one way or other, will draw his

blood. Oh yes! and both shall go on the same road.--Half an hour, say

you?--Will he have strength to end the combat?

"Fully," replied Guy de Margan; "for within two minutes of his death he

will seem as strong as ever. I tried it on a hound--just scratched his

hanging lip, then took him to the field, and on he went after the game,

eager and strong and loud tongued; but in full cry down dropped he in a

moment, quivering and panting, and after beating the air for some two

minutes with his struggling paws, lay dead."

"Give it me--give it me!" cried Richard de Ashby, and then burst into a

fit of laughter, as if it were the merriest joke that ever had been

told.

Guy de Margan put his hand into the small embroidered pouch he wore

under his arm, and took forth an ivory box, not bigger than a large

piece of money.

"What, is this all?" exclaimed Richard de Ashby, taking the little

case. "Is this enough?"

"To slay more men than fell at Evesham," replied Guy de Margan; "but be

careful how you mix it. Remember, the slightest scratch upon your own

hand sends you to the place appointed for you, if but a grain of that

finds entrance."

"I will take care--I will take care," said Richard de Ashby; "and now

look upon the deed as done. Ere this time to-morrow, you will have had

your revenge--and I shall be Earl of Ashby."

"Ha! ha!" cried Guy de Margan, "is the truth out at length? Well, good

Richard, fare thee well; we shall meet to-morrow in deep grief for the

events of this sad field. In the meantime I will go to your cousin,

the short-lived Earl, and nerve him for this battle. I will inform him

with mysterious looks that there is a plot afoot to delay the combat,

and to make him believe his adversary innocent. You harp on the same

string, when you see him; and I will tell him, too, that he shall have

proof sufficient early to-morrow of Monthermer's guilt. If we but get

him to the field, the matter's done--he will not retract."

"Farewell, De Margan--farewell!" said Richard de Ashby, "I will go home

and make inquiries there;" and as he turned away, he murmured--"If this

powder be so potent, there may be enough for you also, my good

friend--but I shall have another to deal with first. Kate Greenly, my

pretty lady, you have a secret too much to carry far; if you have not

betrayed me already, I will take care that you shall not do so now."

A few minutes brought him to the house he had hired in Nottingham, and

knocking hard, the door was almost instantly opened by a young lad whom

he had left behind with his unhappy paramour.

"Where is the lady?" was the first question that the youth's master put

to him. "In her own chamber?"

"No, noble sir," replied the servant; "she went forth some time ago."

"Gone forth!" exclaimed his master--"gone forth, when I forbade her to

cross the threshold!"

"I could not stay her, sir," rejoined the youth, who had been brought

up in no bad school for learning impudence, as well as other vices.

"Women will gad, sir, and who can stop them?"

"Hold thy saucy prate, knave!" cried the knight, "and answer me truly.

Who has been here since I went?"

"Nobody, sir," replied the boy--"nobody but the old priest."

"What old priest?" demanded his master, with a bent and angry brow.

"The old priest who was here before, noble sir," said the boy, in a

more timid tone, for his lord's look frightened him. "He who was here

the night you went to Lindwell."

"Ha!" cried Richard de Ashby; "a priest here that night? 'tis well for

him I caught him not!--When was he here again?"

"Twice, sir," replied the youth; "once in the morning; and last night

she sent me for him again."

"And no one else?" asked Richard de Ashby.

"No one," answered the boy, firmly; and then added, in a more doubtful

tone--"no one that I remember."

"Boy, 'tis a lie!" replied his master. "I see it on thy face: thou

know'st thou liest!"--and as he spoke, he caught him by the breast,

giving him a shake that made his breath come short. "Who has been here?

If thou speak'st not at a word, thou shalt have a taste of this!" and

he laid his hand upon his dagger.

"No one, indeed--no one that I know of," said the boy. "I may

suspect----"

"And who do you suspect?" asked Richard de Ashby.

"Why, noble sir, last night," replied the boy, "as I was going up the

street to seek the priest, I saw two gentlemen come near the house; and

one of them, who was the noble Earl, your cousin, I am sure, went up as

if to the door, and, I think, was let in; the other turned away."

"Did my cousin go in?" demanded Richard. "Say me but yea or nay.--Did

he go in, I say?"

"I think so, sir," replied the youth--"I think so, but cannot be sure;

there came a sudden light across the road as if the door opened, but by

that time I was too far up the street to see."

"'Tis as De Margan said," thought the knight; and striding up at once

to the chamber where the corpse was laid, he found the door wide open,

and the body fairly laid out and decked, as it was called. A crucifix

and some sprigs of holly were on the breast; a small cup of holy water

stood near; a lamp was burning, although the sun was not yet down, and

everything gave plain indication that the man had not died without the

succour of the church, and that the corpse had been watched by other

eyes besides those of poor Kate Greenly.

"I have been betrayed!" said Richard de Ashby to himself.--"I have been

betrayed! Yet if it be but the priest, there is no great harm done. The

secret of confession, at all events, is safe. But where is the girl

herself, and what has been her communication with Alured? That must be

known ere many hours be over--perhaps I shall know it soon enough.--And

yet what can she tell, but that a wounded man died in my house, brought

in by people who had once visited me, and that, too, while I was

absent?--'Tis my own conscience makes me fear. If Ellerby would but

betake himself to Wales or France, or anywhere but here, all would be

safe enough; but he keeps hovering about, like a moth round a candle.

Where are this man's clothes, I wonder?"--and taking up the lamp, for

it was now rapidly growing dark, he sought carefully about the room;

but neither clothes, nor sword, nor dagger were to be found.

"There is a plot against me," he continued; "'tis evident enough now.

She may have gained more information than I think; she may have

overheard something. A paper!--What paper could she give to Alured!

Perhaps the covenant that I foolishly gave to these men! He might have

had it about him. Ellerby may have forgotten it. That were damnation,

indeed! Perhaps 'twere better to fly, while there is yet time!--Fly?

no, never!--to be a wandering outcast upon the face of the earth,

seeking my daily sustenance at the sword's point, or else by art and

cunning, when the earldom of Ashby is almost within my grasp! No,

never! I will go face it at once, and woe to him that crosses me!--If I

could but find that girl--Hark, there is a noise below!" and with a

nervous start he turned to listen, and soon heard that the sounds

proceeded from the servants, whom he had sent round with his horses,

talking with the lad in the hall.

"I will go face it at once," he repeated to himself--"I will wait for

him at his lodging, and soon find out what he knows: doubtless he has

kept it to his own breast. Alured is not one to cast a stain upon his

race. No, no; he will not accuse one of the name of Ashby!"

Thus saying, he descended the stairs; and bidding his servants keep

good watch in the house till he returned, he took his way back to the

castle on foot. On reaching the apartments of his cousin, he found a

number of attendants in the outer room, apparently not long returned

from a journey. Some time had since passed, however, for they were

eating and drinking merrily, and little did they seem disposed to

interrupt their meal for their lord's poor kinsman.

"My lord is out, Sir Richard," said one, "he is gone to the Prince's

lodging."

"Nonsense, Ned!" cried another--"he's come back again; but he told

Peter that he did not wish to be disturbed by any one."

"Of course, he did not thereby mean me," replied Richard de Ashby,

sternly. "Go in, Ned, and tell him I am here."

The man obeyed, sullenly enough, and the moment after, the knight heard

his cousin's voice, saying, in a hasty tone--"I want not to see him.

Tell him I am engaged--going out on matters, of moment. Yet, stay, send

him in."

Richard de Ashby's eyes were fixed sternly upon the ground as he heard

the bitter confirmation of his fears, and he muttered to himself--"Aye,

he has heard more than he should have known."

When the servant returned, however, and bade him follow to his lord's

presence, he cleared his brow, and went in with as satisfied an air as

he could well assume. The table was laid for supper, and his cousin was

standing at the end, in the act of setting down from his hand a

drinking cup of jewelled agate, the contents of which he had

half-drained.

"I would not have disturbed you, Alured," said the knight, "but as I am

to go with you to the field, it is necessary that we should talk over

our arrangements."

"I have no arrangements to make," cried the young Earl, looking at him

askance, like a fiery horse half inclined to kick at the person who

approaches. "I am going to fight--that is all. I have had a lance in my

hand before now, and know how to use it."

"Yes," replied Richard de Ashby, "and you will use it right well, and

to the destruction of your adversary. I am aware of that, Alured; but

still there may be many things to be said between us. When one knows

one's opponent in the lists, consideration and skill may be employed to

baffle his particular mode of fighting his art--his trick, call it what

you will. Now I have often seen Hugh de Monthermer run a course--you, I

think, never have but once?"

"I met him hand to hand at Evesham," replied his cousin impatiently;

"that is, enough for me. I want neither advice nor assistance, cousin

mine; and more, as we are now upon the subject, you go not to the field

with me--I will choose another godfather.--Nay, no attitudes or

flashing eyes. I tell thee, Dickon, things have come to my knowledge

which may touch your life, so make the most of the hint. The time is

short, for as soon as the Prince returns, he shall be made acquainted

with all the facts."

"But, Alured, explain!" exclaimed Richard de Ashby.

"No need of explanation," replied his cousin; "you will hear enough of

it ere long, if you wait. Let your conscience be your guide to stay or

fly. At any rate, remain not here. I go for a moment to, shake hands

with Hugh de Monthermer, ere I meet him to-morrow at the lance's point,

and to tell him that I bear him no ill will, though honour compels me

to appear in arms against him. I would not find you here when I return;

and let me not see your face at to-morrow's lists, for it would bring

down a curse upon me."

Thus saying, he strode out of the room without waiting for a reply, and

Richard de Ashby, in the passion of the moment, writhed his fingers in

his own hair, and tore it out by the roots.

"A curse upon him!" he cried, "a curse upon him! Well, let it fall!

Tell the Prince? Blast his own blood? Stain the name of Ashby for ever?

Bring me to the block? But I know better," he continued, suddenly

recovering himself--"he shall never do that;" and looking anxiously

round the room, he drew from his pouch the small box that Guy de Margan

had given him, approached the door, which his cousin had left partly

open, pushed it gently to, and then, returning to the table, he poured

a small portion of the white, powder it contained into the drinking cup

of Alured de Ashby. A triumphant smile lighted up his countenance as he

saw the powder disappear in the wine which still remained in the cup.

"He will drink again when he comes back," said the villain. "I know

him, Ha! ha! ha!--and he must tell his story soon to Prince Edward's

ear, or his tongue may fail him, by chance.--On my life, I think he is

a coward, and afraid to face this Monthermer. But doubt and hesitation

are past with me. Kate Greenly, 'tis your turn now. She is with the

priest, doubtless--she is with the priest.--Her tongue once silenced,

and I Earl of Ashby, who will dare to accuse me then?--Or if they do,

why let them! I will unfurl my banner on my castle walls, call around

me the scattered party of De Montfort, and set Edward at defiance,

till, by a soft capitulation, I ensure the past from all inquiries. But

now for the girl--she must see no more suns rise!"

And thus saying, he quitted the room and castle with a hasty step.