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Title: Boscobel, or the Royal Oak
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Boscobel or, the Royal Oak
William Harrison Ainsworth




BOOK THE FIRST: THE BATTLE OF WORCESTER.



Chapter 1. HOW CHARLES THE SECOND ARRIVED BEFORE WORCESTER, AND
CAPTURED A FORT, WHICH HE NAMED "FORT ROYAL"

During the Civil Wars, the old and faithful city of Worcester suffered
severely for its devotion to the royal cause. Twice was it besieged--
twice sacked by the Parliamentarians. In 1642, the Earl of Essex
marched with a large force against the place, stormed and pillaged it,
and sent several of the wealthier citizens prisoners to London. Four
years later--namely, in 1646--the city again declared for the king,
and being captured by the Roundheads, after an obstinate defence,
underwent harder usage than before. Besides plundering the
inhabitants, the soldiers of the Commonwealth, exasperated by the
resistance they had encountered, did much damage to the public
buildings, especially to the cathedral, the interior of which
magnificent edifice was grievously injured. According to their custom,
the troopers stabled their horses in the aisles, and converted the
choir into a barrack, and the chapter-house into a guardroom. The
organ was destroyed; the rich painted glass of the windows broken;
many monuments mutilated; and the ancient records preserved in the
library burnt. The exquisitely carved stone cross in the churchyard,
from the pulpit of which Latimer and Whitgift had preached, was pulled
down. Before this, John Prideaux, somewhile Bishop of Worcester, had
been deprived of his see, and the dean and prebends dismissed--Church
of England divines having given place to Presbyterian ministers,
Independents, and Anabaptists.

But notwithstanding their sufferings in the good cause, the loyalty of
the Worcester Cavaliers remained unshaken. Heavy fines and
imprisonment could not subdue their spirit. To the last they continued
true to the unfortunate king, though any further attempt at rising was
checked by the strong garrison left in charge of the city, and
commanded by Colonel John James, one of the strictest of the
Republican leaders.

After the terrible tragedy of Whitehall, the Cavaliers of Worcester
transferred their allegiance to the eldest son of the royal martyr and
heir to the crown. All the principal citizens put on mourning, and
every countenance, except those of the soldiers of the garrison, wore
a sorrowful aspect. A funeral sermon, the text being, "Judge, and
avenge my cause, O Lord," was preached by Doctor Crosby, the deprived
dean, to a few persons assembled secretly by night in the crypt of the
cathedral, and prayers were offered up for the preservation of Prince
Charles, and his speedy restoration to the throne. The service,
however, was interrupted by a patrol of musketeers, and the dean was
seized and lodged in Edgar's Tower, an old fortified gate-house at the
entrance of the cathedral close. Never had Worcester been so gloomy
and despondent as at this period.

Nor did the hopes of the loyal citizens revive till the middle of
August, 1651, when intelligence was received that Charles, who had
been recently crowned at Scone, had escaped Cromwell's vigilance, and
crossing the Border with a considerable army, had pursued the direct
route to Lancaster. Thence he continued his rapid march through
Preston to Warrington, where he forced the bridge over the Mersey, in
spite of the efforts of Generals Lambert and Harrison to arrest his
progress. The young king, it was said, was making his way to his
faithful city of Worcester, where he meant to establish his head-
quarters and recruit his forces before marching on London.

The news seemed too good to be true, yet it obtained ready credence,
and it was evident Colonel James believed it, for he forthwith began
to put the fortifications in order. The commandant, in fact, had
received a despatch from General Lambert, informing him that he and
General Harrison had failed in preventing the young King of Scots from
passing the bridge over the Mersey at Warrington, and had been
disappointed in their expectation that he would give them battle on
Knutsford Heath, where they awaited him.

Favoured by night, the young king had continued his march unmolested,
it being understood from prisoners they had taken, that he was making
for Worcester. Charles Stuart's forces, Lambert said, had been greatly
reduced by desertions since he entered England, and now amounted to no
more than eight thousand infantry and three thousand horse, and he was
only provided with sixteen leathern guns. As yet he had obtained few
recruits, the country gentlemen holding aloof, or being prevented by
the militia from joining his standard. But the Earl of Derby had
undertaken to raise large levies in Lancashire and Cheshire, and had
been left behind by the king for that purpose. It was to defeat the
earl's design that the two Parliamentary generals deemed it expedient
to remain where they were rather than pursue the royal army. Many
malignants, Papists, and Presbyterians, ill affected towards the
Commonwealth, would doubtless join Lord Derby, who, unless he were
speedily discomfited, might become formidable. But discomfited he
assuredly would be, and his forces scattered like chaff, since the
Lord would fight on the side of his elect. This good work achieved,
the two generals would hasten to the relief of Worcester. Speedy
succour might also be expected from the Lord General Cromwell, who was
in close pursuit of the Scots' king, at the head of twelve thousand
cavalry and infantry. Colonel James was, therefore, exhorted to hold
out.

General Lambert further stated in his despatch, that Charles was
accompanied by the most experienced leaders in the Scottish army--by
the crafty and cautious Colonel Lesley, who had so long baffled
Cromwell himself--by Generals Montgomery, Middleton, Massey, and
Dalyell, and by the valiant Colonel Pitscottie, with his Highland
regiment. Besides these, there were several English and Scotch nobles,
the Dukes of Buckingham and Hamilton, the Earls of Rothes, Lauderdale,
Carnworth, and Cleveland; Lords Spyne, Sinclair, and Wilmot; Sir John
Douglas, Sir Alexander Forbes, and others.

While scanning this imposing list, and reflecting that the royal
forces numbered at least eleven thousand men, Colonel James asked
himself how he could possibly hold out against them with a garrison of
only five hundred? He was ill supplied with cannon and ammunition, and
the fortifications were ruinous. Moreover, the citizens were hostile,
and so far from lending him aid, were ready to rise in favour of the
king. He should have to contend against foes within as well as enemies
without. His position seemed desperate, and though as brave a man as
need be, he was filled with misgiving.

Before proceeding, it may be proper to ascertain how far the old city
was capable of defence. Five years previously it had stood a
lengthened siege, but the circumstances then were wholly different,
for the citizens were arrayed against the besiegers, and fought
obstinately. The walls were much damaged at that time, and had only
been partially repaired, consequently the towers and bastions were in
a dilapidated state. Outside the walls, on the south-east, there was a
strong detached fort of recent construction. The castle, which in days
of yore rose proudly on the south side of the cathedral, completely
commanding the navigation of the Severn, had long since been pulled
down, the only vestiges of it left being some fragments of the donjon.
The mound on which the mighty fabric once stood could have been easily
fortified, if time had permitted, and would have formed an important
work. The city, which was of great antiquity, had four gates, each
flanked with towers. The strongest resembled a barbican, and commanded
the quay and the ancient stone bridge across the river. On the north
was the Foregate, "a fair piece of work," as it is described by old
Leland, and not far from it was St. Martin's-gate. On the south was
Sidbury-gate, giving access to the London-road. The Sidbury-gate was
covered by the modern detached fort to which reference has already
been made. Deep dykes, supplied by the Severn, strengthened the
defences on the east and south-east, but the suburbs constituted a
danger, since the habitations would afford shelter to an enemy. Thus
it will be seen that the city was not in a condition to stand a siege,
and the commandant might well despair of holding out, even for a few
days, against the royal forces.

No city can be more charmingly situated than Worcester on the banks of
England's noblest river, in the midst of fair and fertile plains,
abounding in orchards and hop-gardens, and in full view of the lovely
Malvern Hills; but in the middle of the seventeenth century it was
eminently picturesque, as well as beautiful. It was then full of
ancient timber houses, with quaintly carved gables and open balconies,
from the midst of which rose the massive roof and tower of the
venerable cathedral, and the lofty spire of St. Andrew's Church. The
old walls, grey and ruinous as they were, the fortified gates, the
sculptured crosses, and the antique stone bridge, with its many-
pointed arches, contributed to its beauty. The noble episcopal palace,
the group of old buildings near the cathedral, and the ruins on the
Castle Hill--all formed a striking picture when seen from St. John's
on the opposite side of the river.

"The wealth of Worcester standeth most by drapery," quoth old Leland,
who wrote in Henry VIII's time, and the place had long been noted for
its broadcloths and gloves. But many of the wealthiest drapers,
glovers, and hop-merchants had been ruined by the heavy fines
inflicted upon them by the grasping Parliamentarians, and the city had
scarcely yet regained its former prosperity.

Almost simultaneously with the arrival of General Lambert's despatch,
a letter was brought by a secret messenger to Mr. Thomas Lysons, then
mayor of Worcester, and an avowed Royalist. It came from Captain
Fanshawe, the king's secretary, and gave a very different version of
the affair at Warrington from that furnished by Lambert.

According to Fanshawe, his majesty had displayed great personal
courage on the occasion. He found the enemy, consisting of about seven
thousand men, united under Lambert and Harrison, in possession of the
bridge across the Mersey, which they had partly broken down, and he
immediately attacked them with his advanced troops. His impetuosity
proved irresistible. A passage being forced, the whole army followed,
and the enemy retreated in great disorder, and with heavy losses.
During the night, upwards of three thousand of the "rebellious
rogues," as Fanshawe styled them, disbanded. The Parliamentary
generals did not venture to attack the king again, but allowed him to
continue his march towards Worcester without further interruption. The
faithful citizens might, therefore, prepare to welcome their
sovereign, who would soon be with them.

The mayor immediately called a public meeting in the Guildhall, and
read Captain Fanshawe's letter to the assemblage. Great was the
enthusiasm excited by it. The hall resounded with cries of "Long live
Charles II!" The joyful intelligence quickly spread throughout the
city, and crowds collected in the High-street, shouting "Down with the
Commonwealth! Up with the Crown!" The concourse was dispersed by
Colonel James and a troop of horse, but in the conflict several
persons were wounded, and some killed. The mayor and the sheriff, Mr.
James Bridges, were seized, and detained as hostages for the good
behaviour of the citizens--the commandant threatening to hang them
both if any further disturbance occurred. Luckily for the two
gentlemen, the city remained tranquil throughout the night, for most
assuredly the commandant would have been as good as his word.

Next day--Friday, the 22nd of August, 1651--the scouts sent out by
Colonel James reported that the first division of the royal army,
commanded by the young king in person, was close upon Red Hill--
already described as a woody eminence about a mile distant, on the
south of the city.

Shortly afterwards, the enemy's cavalry skirmishers could be
distinguished on Perry Wood. Then the advanced guard appeared--the
helmets and corslets of the cuirassiers glittering in the sunbeams.
Thousands of loyal citizens, who were forbidden to mount the
fortifications, climbed to the roofs of the houses, and to the tops of
the churches, to obtain a glimpse of the royal army, and could not
restrain their enthusiastic feeling when they beheld it.

Colonel James, who had been actively employed throughout the whole
night in making the best defensive preparations in his power, had seen
that all the engineers on the ramparts were at their posts, and he now
proceeded to the detached fort near the Sidbury-gate.

Mounting to the summit, which bristled with cannon, he turned his spy-
glass towards the brow of the hill opposite to him, and presently
beheld a company of richly accoutred officers ride out of the wood
that clothed the eminence, and proceed to reconnoitre the
fortifications from various points. That the foremost of the troop was
the young king himself he had no doubt, as well from the splendour of
his accoutrements and the white plume in his hat, as from the
deference paid him by his attendants. Evidently his majesty's
brilliant staff was composed of the general officers and nobles
mentioned in General Lambert's despatch. That they were planning the
attack of the city was clear.

While watching the young monarch's movements and gestures narrowly
through his glass, Colonel James saw him sign to one of his aides-de-
camp, a fine-looking young man, and remarkably well mounted, who
instantly rode up at the summons.

Major Careless, the aide-de-camp in question, was as brave as he was
handsome, though somewhat rash, and an especial favourite of the king.
Having received his majesty's orders, he promptly obeyed them.
Accompanied only by a trumpeter bearing a flag of truce, he galloped
down the hill, shaping his course towards the Sidbury-gate, and,
within fifty yards of it, he halted, and the trumpeter blew a blast so
loud that the old walls rang again.

A shower of bullets from the battlements would have answered the
summons, if Colonel James had not previously sent word that the flag
of truce must be respected.

The men eyed the insolent Cavalier sternly, and one of them called
out, "If thou hast any message for the commandant of the garrison, he
will be found in yonder fort."

Thereupon Careless moved off glancing haughtily and contemptuously at
the artillerymen on the ramparts as he rode along.

On reaching the fort, he descried Colonel James stationed near the
edge of the parapets, and leaning upon his sword. Half a dozen
musketeers in their steel caps, buff coats, and bandileers, were
standing behind him.

"Are you the commandant?" he called out.

"Ay," replied Colonel James. "What wouldst thou with me?"

"Thus much," said Careless, in a loud authoritative voice: "In the
name of his majesty, King Charles II, who is on yonder hill with his
army, I require you to deliver up this his city of Worcester, which
you unlawfully hold as deputy of a presumptuous and rebellious
parliament. His majesty is willing to extend his clemency towards you,
and if you at once throw open the gates, and lay down your arms--"

"Hold!" interrupted the commandant, sternly. "I do not recognise the
authority of him whom thou stylest king. The house of Jeroboam, who
sinned, and who caused Israel to sin, has been cut off. I will not
deny that the young man Charles Stuart, hath been crowned in Scotland,
but in England he hath no rule. His proclamation has been burnt by the
common hangman in London, and a counter-proclamation published by the
Parliament, declaring him, his aiders and abettors--of whom thou,
thyself, art one--guilty of high treason against the State, and
punishable by death. Shall I, an officer of The Commonwealth, and
intrusted with the charge of this city, open its gates to a proclaimed
traitor? Shall I command my men to lay down their arms to him? Not so.
I utterly disregard thy king's summons, and though he be backed by the
whole Scottish host, yet will I not yield the city to him, but placing
my trust in the Lord, will maintain it against him."

"Provoke not the king by your obstinacy," said Careless, losing
patience. "If you force us to storm the fortifications, you can expect
no quarter. We will put you all to the sword."

Perfectly unmoved by the threat, Colonel James answered, in the
religious jargon then habitually adopted by the Republican soldiers:

"The Lord of Hosts is with us. The God of Jacob is our refuge. I doubt
not we shall have timely succour."

"From whom?" demanded Careless, with a sneer.

"From the Lord General Cromwell, who is hastening hither with his
legions."

"The city will be ours, and thou and thy rebel horde will be destroyed
ere that arch-traitor and parricide can arrive," cried Careless,
fiercely.

"Keep guard upon thy tongue, or I will not answer for thy safety,"
said the commandant, checking the musketeers behind him, who were
preparing to give fire. "Take back my answer to the king, thy master.
I have nothing to add to it."

"We will soon be with you," shouted Careless.

And, shaking his hand menacingly at the soldiers, he rode off with his
attendant.

While this interview took place, Charles remained on Perry Wood with
his generals. He was not in the least surprised to learn from Careless
that his gracious offer had been rejected by the commandant.

"Let the attack be made at once," he cried. "I will lead it in
person."

"I admire your majesty's spirit," observed General Dalyell. "But I
pray you not to run so much risk."

"Risk, say you?" cried Charles, gaily. "Faith, Tom, you would have all
the credit of the affair. But you shall not rob me of it. I mean to be
first to enter yonder fort."

Generals Middleton and Montgomery likewise attempted to dissuade him
from his purpose, but ineffectually.

The general officers then rode off to give the necessary orders for
the attack. Trumpets were sounded, and shortly afterwards the sides of
the hill were covered with troops in rapid movement. Ere they got
half-way down, the guns of the fort opened upon them, but did not
check their progress. Presently the artillery of the Royalists
returned the fire of the Republicans, and the king, who was at the
head of the advanced guard, saw the cannon pointed.

His majesty being recognised, the commandant directed the musketeers
on the ramparts to make him their mark; but he really seemed to bear a
charmed life, for though an officer close beside him was hit by a
round shot, and his own horse was killed under him, he himself was
uninjured.

The leathern guns of the Royalists were worked so well, that three of
the fort guns were speedily silenced, and Charles then ordered instant
preparations to be made for the assault.

Scaling-ladders were placed against the walls. Several men were struck
down while executing this perilous task, but no sooner was it
accomplished than Charles caused the trumpet to be sounded, and sword
in hand, mounted the nearest ladder.

A soldier, armed with a pike, strove to hurl him from the ladder, but
the man was shot by Careless, who followed the king closely.

Again, while springing over the parapets, Charles was opposed by a
musketeer, but he cut him down, and next moment the heroic young
monarch was joined by Careless, and instantly afterwards by a dozen of
his body-guard, and their number was quickly augmented.

Charles was now master of the fort, for the Republican soldiers, after
an ineffectual resistance, were put to the sword.

In the struggle, Colonel James discharged a pistol at the king, but
missed his mark, and in his turn was attacked by Careless.

"I told you we would soon be with you," cried the Cavalier. "Yield,
and I will spare thy life."

"I would not accept life at thy hands," rejoined the commandant. "Look
to thyself!"

And beating down Careless's point with his heavy blade, he stepped
quickly backwards and disappeared. He had, in fact, dashed down a
narrow staircase communicating with the lower chambers of the fort,
and secured his retreat by pulling a trap-door over the entrance.

Meanwhile, Charles had torn down the flag of the Commonwealth, and
replaced it by the royal standard. As soon as this signal of victory
could be distinguished by his forces loud cheers were raised.
Possession was immediately taken of the fort, but no prisoners were
made, for Colonel James, and the few of his men left alive, had
evacuated the lower chambers. They had fled, it appeared, by a covered
way, and had entered the city through a postern near the Sidbury-gate.

By-and-bye the general officers came to congratulate the king on his
victory and express their admiration of his prowess, and it then
became a question whether the siege should be continued--General
Dalyell being of opinion that the city could be captured before night,
if an immediate attack were made upon the fortifications; but Charles
decided on waiting till the morrow.

"I have done enough for the day," he said. "Since I am master of this
fort, the city is at my disposal, and I can occupy it at my leisure."

"Very true, my liege," observed Dalyell. "But the garrison will take
advantage of your forbearance to escape."

"I will not molest them if they adopt that prudent course," said the
king, laughing. "They have ceased firing from the walls."

"But the men are still at their posts."

"If they give us any further trouble, we can turn these guns upon
them. Hark ye, gentlemen. Henceforth this fort shall be known as Fort
Royal."

"A fitting designation, since your majesty has captured it," said
Dalyell.

"Let the tents be pitched," said Charles. "The day's work is over. We
can take our rest after our long march. To-morrow we will enter the
city in triumph."

All happened precisely as Charles had foreseen. Not another shot was
fired by the Republicans. The Royalists encamped quietly on the hill.
But though no apprehensions were entertained of an attack, those
within Fort Royal were kept on the alert throughout the night.

Colonel James, however, had other designs. Convinced by what had
happened that the fortifications were no longer tenable, he decided on
abandoning them. With the whole of his men, he quitted the city
secretly at dead of night, taking the mayor and the sheriff with him
as prisoners. Crossing the bridge over the Severn, he rode off in the
direction of Gloucester.

The Royalists were aware of his retreat, but, in obedience to the
king's injunctions, did not seek to interrupt him.



Chapter 2. SHOWING HOW THE MAYOR OF WORCESTER AND THE SHERIFF WERE
TAKEN TO UPTON-ON-SEVERN, AND HOW THEY GOT BACK AGAIN.

Fatigued by his long march of three hundred miles and upwards, Charles
slept so soundly in his tent on Perry Wood, that neither the beating
of the drum at daybreak, the challenging of the sentinels, nor any of
the customary camp sounds, disturbed him. The men themselves answered
very reluctantly to the reveille. However, the fresh morning air soon
revived them. A day of ease and enjoyment lay before them. No more
toilsome marches, no more skirmishes, but rest--for that day, at
least. Two-thirds of the infantry were without shoes, but being hardy
Scots they did not count this an inconvenience. They all bemoaned the
ragged and weather-stained condition of their uniforms, but they had
heard that Worcester was famous for broadcloth, and the king had
promised them better garments when they reached the city.

The morn was lovely, and gave promise of a splendid day. At that early
hour, the view from the heights of the old and picturesque city, with
the broad river flowing past it, was enchanting, and delighted even
the rough soldiers who gazed at it. The fair Malvern Hills, however,
chiefly called forth their admiration as reminding them of their
native mountains, though they admitted that few of the Scottish
valleys could compare with the fertile vale of the Severn.

While many a greedy eye was fixed on Worcester, and many a cunning
tongue was talking of its wealth, and the plunder it would yield, if
they were only allowed to pillage it, the attention of the soldiers
was attracted to the walls, which had now become thronged with the
citizens and their wives and daughters, while all the church bells--
and no church in the old city lacked its proper complement of bells--
began to ring forth joyous peals. It was clear that the city was now
awake and astir, and the half-famished soldiers hoped that immediate
preparations would be made for their refreshment, and on an
extraordinary scale.

It was about this time that Major Careless, who had attired himself
rather hurriedly, being excited by the prodigious clangour of the
bells, entered the king's tent, and found the young monarch fast
asleep--fast as a top.

"Zounds!" mentally ejaculated the aide-de-camp; "his majesty must
sleep soundly, since this din does not disturb him--but no wonder.
I'll give him another hour."

And he turned to depart, when Charles suddenly ceased breathing hard,
and opened his eyes.

"What sound is that?" he cried, raising himself on his elbow and
listening.

"The bells of Worcester ringing for your majesty's glorious victory--
that's all," replied Careless.

"And enough too," cried the king, looking well pleased. "What has
happened to the garrison?"

"Evacuated the fortifications--taken to flight."

"Just what I expected--just what I desired."

"But your majesty did not expect--nor, I presume, desire--that Colonel
James would take the mayor of Worcester and the sheriff with him."

"'Sdeath!" exclaimed the king. "Has he had the audacity to do so?"

"Even so, my liege. No doubt they were specially obnoxious to him on
account of their loyalty, and he might wish to hold them for ransom.
'Tis lucky he didn't carry off others. There are several prisoners of
note in Worcester--Lord Talbot, Sir John Pakington, and Colonel Mervin
Touchet. But the rascal contented himself with the mayor and the
sheriff. At what hour will it please your majesty to enter the city?"

"At noon," replied Charles.

"Not till noon! why, we have no rations," cried Careless, in dismay.
"Your army has nothing to eat. Will your majesty keep the men fasting
till noon? If you could only see how hungry they look, you would feel
some pity for them."

"They shall all have a good breakfast in Worcester--that I promise
them."

"There will be plenty of grumbling at the delay."

"Bah! they always grumble. I must give my loyal subjects time to
decorate their houses and make all necessary preparations for my
entrance, or I shall disappoint them of their anticipated spectacle."

"Your hungry soldiers will pray that twelve o'clock may come."

"Let them listen to the bells. How blithely they sound!"

"Excuse me, sire. When we are enduring the pangs of hunger the
sweetest sounds become a mockery. Spare us this aggravated torture."

"Leave me; and let it be announced by sound of trumpet throughout the
lines that we shall make our triumphal entrance into Worcester at
noon."

As Careless went forth on his errand with a dissatisfied look Charles
sprang from his couch, and with the aid of a groom of the chamber and
a page, for he had brought a large retinue of servants with him on his
march, proceeded to dress himself, bestowing infinitely more care on
the decoration of his person than he had done since he left Scotland.

His tall, fine figure was well displayed in doublet and hose of
crimson velvet and white satin; his yellow maroquin boots were deeply
fringed with lace, and he wore point-lace at his wrists and around his
throat. His shoulder-knot was enriched with diamonds, his sword-hilt
glittered with gems, and his plumed hat was looped up by a large
diamond brooch. His long black locks were worn in the true Cavalier
fashion, and fell over his shoulders. All his princely ornaments were
put on for the occasion, the Garter, the George of Diamonds, and the
Blue Riband.

Charles was then in the heyday of his youth, being just twenty-one.
Though his features were harsh--the nose being too large, and not
well-shaped--and his complexion swarthy as that of a Spanish gipsy,
his large black eyes, full of fire and spirit, gave wonderful
expression to his countenance, and made him, at times, look almost
handsome. His manner was singularly affable and agreeable, and very
different from the cold, repelling stateliness of his ill-fated
father.

The young king was adjusting his mantle before the little mirror hung
up in the tent, preparatory to going forth, when a noise outside
attracted his attention.

Next moment Major Careless entered the tent, his looks beaming with
satisfaction.

"How now, Will," cried the king. "Have you found a breakfast that you
look so gay?"

"No, my liege, but I have found the mayor and the sheriff, and that is
more to the purpose. They have escaped from the commandant, and have
ridden up from Worcester to pay their homage to you, and relate their
adventures."

"Are they without?"

"Just alighted, sire. They are in a sorry plight, but in their zeal to
attend upon your majesty they would not tarry to change, and hope you
will excuse them."

"Excuse them! marry will I! I shall be delighted to receive them.
Bring them at once."

The two gentlemen were then introduced, and their habiliments
undoubtedly bore traces of the hardships they had undergone. But
Charles was better pleased to see them thus than if they had been in
their robes of office, and said so.

Mr. Lysons, the mayor of Worcester, and a wealthy draper of the city,
was a middle-aged man, but strong and active, and had a ruddy,
pleasant countenance. Mr. Bridges, the sheriff, and by trade a glover,
was a few years younger than the mayor, and not quite so stout. Both
of them had looked exhausted when they arrived, but they brightened up
wonderfully as they entered the king's presence.

Charles advanced to meet them, and gave them his hand to kiss in the
most gracious manner possible. After congratulating them heartily on
their escape, he inquired, with an air of much interest, how they had
contrived it.

"Your majesty shall hear," replied the mayor. "It will always be a
feather in our cap to have escaped from Colonel James. With what
particular object he carried us off we know not, but it is certain he
meant to take us to Gloucester. Shortly after midnight we were brought
out of Edgar's Tower, where we had been imprisoned, and were strictly
guarded by the troopers as we rode out of the city, but no attempt
whatever at rescue was made by our fellow-citizens. Probably no one
knew at the time that we were being carried off. Little did we dream
as we rode across the bridge that we should be back so soon.

"A dreary ride we had, and our thoughts, which were not very pleasant,
were disturbed by those psalm-singing Puritans. They did not speak
very respectfully of your majesty. But we told them a day of reckoning
was at hand, and that you would drive them all before you. 'Let him
first set your worship free, and his honour the sheriff,' said one of
the troopers--a snuffling rogue, whom his comrades called Ezra. 'Ay,
let him follow us to Gloucester,' observed another, who was very
appropriately named Madmannah. 'Be sure that he will follow, and force
you to evacuate the city, as you have done Worcester,' I rejoined. In
such pleasantries the time was passed.

"A halt was made at Upton-on-Severn. Now the Roundheads have no
especial dislike to ale and cider, and do not hold it sinful to
indulge in those liquors if good. Knowing the drink they delight in
was to be had in perfection at the Red Lion, at Upton, they roused the
house, and compelled the host and tapster to broach a cask of stout
March ale and another of cider. The troopers then dismounted, and tied
up their horses while they emptied their cans, leaving us to the care
of Ezra and Madmannah.

"Apparently, no one suspected us of any attempt to escape; yet we were
already meditating flight, if any favourable opportunity should occur.
By the light of the lanterns we could see them filling their cans. The
temptation soon became too strong for Madmannah. He joined the others,
but soon returned with a bottle of cider for Ezra. While they were
enjoying the pleasant drink, we suddenly broke away and plunged into a
hop-garden that adjoined the inn-yard. Both musketeers fired at us,
but did us no harm. Fortunately the night was dark, and we were
screened by the tall hop-poles.

"Alarmed by the firing, several other musketeers joined in the
pursuit, but they got into each other's way, and created great
confusion, in the midst of which we reached a wood, and being well
acquainted with the locality, made our way for the meadows on the
banks of the Severn. Then we were safe.

"After keeping in these meadows for two or three miles, we ventured on
the high road, and galloped off at full speed for Worcester, without
hearing anything more of the troopers or their commander. We caught
sight of the old city just at daybreak. 'Here we are back again, after
only a few hours' absence,' I remarked, as we passed through the
barbican at the head of the old bridge. 'Who would have thought it!'
'Not I,' replied the sheriff. 'We are in ample time for the rejoicings
on his majesty's glorious victory.' 'What if we ride up to the camp on
Perry Wood, and seek an audience of him?' I remarked. 'Not in this
plight,' said Mr. Bridges. 'His majesty will excuse us,' I replied."

"Ay, that I will, my good friends," cried Charles. "I am truly glad
that you came to me at once. With such subjects as you I shall never
stand upon ceremony. I have long known you both as two of the king my
father's most faithful adherents."

"We are equally devoted to the king, your father's son, my liege,"
rejoined the mayor. "And now, having been honoured by this audience,
we will return to the city and prepare for your majesty's reception."

"Before you take your departure, gentlemen," interposed Careless,
"permit me to remark to you that the entire army is without
provisions. The sooner, therefore, you can prepare for us the better."

"We will expedite matters as much as possible," said the mayor. "But I
am afraid we shall require three or four hours."

"His majesty's forces number eleven thousand men, as I understand,"
said the sheriff. "It will be impossible to provide for so many
without some little delay."

"Quite impossible," observed the king. "I will only beg you, as my
loving subjects, to treat my Scottish soldiers hospitably, even if you
make a great sacrifice."

"Your majesty shall have no ground of complaint," said both
magistrates.

"There is a point on which I must address a caution to you," pursued
Charles. "The greater part of my army, as you are doubtless aware, is
composed of members of the Scottish Kirk. They are bitter sectarians,
ever ready to dispute on religious questions, and to reprove those who
differ from them. Prevent, if you can, all quarrels among them and
your fellow-citizens."

"We have had plague enough already with those Anabaptists,
Presbyterians, and Independents," said the sheriff. "I am happy to say
there are very few left in faithful Worcester now we are rid of the
garrison. We will not quarrel with the Scots, since they have come
hither with your majesty. At noon all shall be ready for your
reception."

Making a profound reverence to the king, the two gentlemen then
withdrew, accompanied by Careless.

The king had lost his favourite charger at the attack on the fort on
the previous day; but another steed, in no respect inferior, had been
supplied him by the Duke of Buckingham, and mounted on his new
acquisition, he now proceeded to make an inspection of the camp. He
was attended by all his general officers, and by the nobles who had
accompanied him in his march from Scotland.

The men had begun to strike the tents at Perry Wood; for it had been
decided by his majesty, after consultation with Lesley, Middleton, and
Massey, that the main body of the army should be moved lower down the
hill, and not far from the Sidbury-gate, while Dalyell, with his
brigade, should fix his quarters at St. John's, on the right bank of
the river, and Middleton, with two thousand men, should encamp on the
Pitchcroft, a large plain, extremely convenient for the purpose, on
the north of the city, and on the left bank of the Severn.

Having completed his tour of inspection, Charles rode down with his
staff to Fort Royal; and he was surveying the scene of his late
brilliant exploit, and receiving fresh compliments from his
attendants, when he was surprised to see Careless come forth.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded.

"Breakfast is served, sire," replied the aide-de-camp.

"Breakfast!" exclaimed Charles.

"By St. George! I am glad to hear it," cried the Duke of Buckingham,
Lord Wilmot, and several others. "I hope there is enough for us all."

"Enough, and to spare," replied Careless.

Amid general exclamations of satisfaction the king and those with him
then dismounted, and were conducted by Careless into a large chamber,
where a plentiful repast awaited them.



Chapter 3. HOW CHARLES MADE HIS TRIUMPHAL ENTRY INTO WORCESTER; AND
HOW HE WAS PROCLAIMED BY THE MAYOR AND SHERIFF OF THAT LOYAL CITY

Meanwhile, an almost indescribable scene of bustle and confusion was
taking place within the city.

The pealing of bells, which, as we know, commenced at the earliest
hour of morning, continued almost without intermission. Great fires
were lighted on the Castle Hill, in the cathedral close, on the quays,
and at Pitchcroft, at which huge joints of meat were roasted--barons
of beef, entire muttons, barbecued hogs. All loyal citizens were
enjoined by the mayor to provide the best food they could, and in the
greatest quantity, for the king's army. It would be a lasting disgrace
to them, it was said, if any of their brave deliverers should be
stinted.

While part of each household was busily dressing food, the others were
engaged in decorating the habitations. The balconies were hung with
tapestry, gaily-coloured cloths and carpets, and the crosses were
adorned with flowers. The royal standard floated over the Sidbury-
gate, as well as on the summit of Fort Royal, and flags were flying
from all the steeples.

Such extraordinary zeal and activity were displayed, that, long before
the appointed hour, all the preparations were completed, and the good
folks began to be impatient for the coming of their Sovereign.

The entire host was now gathered on the hillside, and presented a
magnificent spectacle, as viewed from the city walls, which were
densely thronged. The Sidbury-gate was thrown wide open, a guard of
halberdiers being drawn up on either side of the entrance; while the
mayor, the sheriff, and the aldermen, in their full robes of office,
were stationed beneath the archway.

At length the sound of martial music was heard, and a squadron of
glittering cuirassiers was seen riding down the hill. Then came
Charles, attended by his staff, and followed by Colonel Pitscottie's
regiment of Highlanders. The strange, picturesque garb, and unusual
weapons of these stalwart mountaineers--their claymores, dirks, and
targets--filled the beholders with amazement. Nor were the citizens
less astonished by the shrill, warlike notes of the bagpipes, which
they heard for the first time.

As soon as it was perceived that the king had set out, a loud
discharge of cannon took place from the walls; and this, if possible,
heightened the general excitement. Regiment after regiment--cavalry
and infantry--were now moving down the hill--colours flying, bands
playing--the accoutrements of the cavalry flashing in the sunbeams
like so many mirrors.

The splendour of the king's staff produced an immense effect--some of
the nobles being singularly fine-looking men. Indeed, the Duke of
Buckingham, who rode at the head of the brilliant cortege with the
Duke of Hamilton, was accounted the handsomest and most accomplished
Cavalier of his time. Lord Wilmot was also a noble-looking personage--
tall and well-proportioned. Foremost among the military leaders rode
General David Lesley, who commanded one division of the Scottish army.
Thin and stern-looking, he had a thoughtful cast of countenance. With
him was Major-General Montgomery, who had strongly-marked features and
a keen eye, and looked like a thorough soldier. Then came Lieutenant-
General Thomas Dalyell, who had served with distinction under Charles
I., and in whom the young king placed much confidence. With Dalyell
was Vandrose, a Dutch general. Generals Middleton and Massey brought
up the list.

Despite the rich apparel of the nobles and the splendid accoutrements
of the general officers, none of them pleased the beholders so much--
especially the female portion of them--as Colonel Pitscottie, who, as
he rode at the head of his Highlanders, looked the beau ideal of a
Scottish chieftain. He was strongly built, with a red beard, and light
blue eyes of extraordinary power. Pitscottie was as brave as a lion,
and as true as his own sword. Such were the distinguished persons on
whom the spectators gazed from the city walls.

The whole space between the Sidbury-gate and the ancient Commandery
was thronged, but a space was kept clear for the king, and for the
passage of the troops, by halberdiers placed at frequent intervals.

Here Charles was detained for a few minutes by the enthusiastic
demonstrations of the crowd, who would scarcely allow him to proceed.
They shouted, stretched out their arms towards him, and hailed him as
their rightful sovereign and their deliverer. He could not fail to be
touched by such manifestations of loyalty. Though the sun was pouring
down his fiercest radiance upon his jetblack locks, he remained
uncovered all the time, and bowed around repeatedly with the grace
peculiar to him.

As soon as he was able to move forward, the mayor, with the sheriff
and aldermen, advanced from the gateway to meet him, and, bowing
reverentially, bade him welcome to the city.

"The city of Worcester has ever been faithful to you, sire," said the
mayor, "though constrained to yield to superior force. We now joyfully
open our gates to you and your victorious army, and pray you to enter
the city."

"I thank you heartily for your welcome, Mr. Mayor and gentlemen,"
replied Charles. "I never doubted your loyalty and devotion. The king,
my father, always spoke of Worcester as his 'Faithful City.' I shall
never speak of it otherwise. Again I thank you for the reception you
accord me. It is precisely what I expected from you."

Loud acclamations followed these gracious words, which were delivered
with admirable effect by the young monarch.

With the utmost despatch, the mayor and the civic authorities then
mounted their steeds, which were in readiness for them, and preceded
the king as he entered the city, the mayor carrying the sword of state
before his majesty.

Trumpets were blown, drums beaten, and the bells, which had been
silent during the ceremonial at the gate, began to peal joyfully again
as the royal cortege moved up Sidbury-street, and shaped its course to
the High-street, which it speedily reached. This long and handsome
street, which runs through the centre of the city from the cathedral
to the Foregate, is now totally changed in appearance, though it
occupies pretty nearly the same ground as heretofore. The ancient
street, however, being incomparably more picturesque and striking than
the modern thoroughfare, its demolition cannot but be regretted. The
houses, as already mentioned, were built of oak, painted black and
white, in the charming fashion of the period, though not according to
any uniform design, so as to avoid a monotonous effect. In many
instances they were richly ornamented with curious and elaborate
carvings. One peculiarity belonging to them, and constituting a great
charm, was the possession of open balconies; and these were now, for
the most part, filled with well-dressed dames and damsels, some of
whom boasted considerable personal attractions. Worcester, it is well
known, has been at all times famous for pretty women. The rails of the
balconies were hung with tapestry, carpets, and rich stuffs, and these
decorations gave the street a very lively appearance. The concourse on
the footways contented themselves with cheering the king as he passed
along, and did not attempt to press upon him, while the damsels waved
their kerchiefs from above. Had Charles been the handsomest young
prince in Christendom (which he certainly was not), he could not have
captivated more hearts than he did as he rode along the High-street,
and gazed at the well-filled balconies on the right and left. Each
fair nymph on whom his eye rested for a moment fancied herself the
special object of his admiration, while many a one--perhaps with some
reason--believed she had been distinguished by a bow from his majesty.

In this manner Charles rode on--receiving fresh homage from all
classes of his subjects as he proceded--till he came to the Guildhall,
where the civic authorities had already halted, and where he himself
alighted, in order to sign certain warrants. Like almost all the other
edifices in the street, the Guildhall has been rebuilt, and though we
have every respect for the modern fabric, we should have been better
pleased if the ancient structure, with its recollections of the past,
had been preserved. Allowing the mayor and his fellows to conduct his
majesty into the great hail, we shall leave them there, having more to
interest us outside.

Troops were now pouring into the city, and were marching in different
directions; some regiments being taken by their officers to the Castle
Hill, others to the cathedral close, and others to the quays--at all
of which places good eatables and drinkables, and in the greatest
abundance, were provided for them. On that day, in all parts of the
city, thousands of hungry soldiers were feasted--every house being
open to them. And to the credit of the Scots it must be stated, that
they in no wise abused the hospitality shown them.

While his majesty was signing the warrants in the Guildhall, a halt
took place in the High-street, and when thus seen from above, the
various regiments of horse and foot, with their flags and banners, now
forming an almost solid mass, presented a splendid spectacle. A good
deal of animated conversation between the officers and the damsels in
the balconies took place during this interval, and some amusing
incidents occurred, one of which must be related.

Among the spectators collected nearly opposite the Guildhall were an
elderly dame and an exceedingly pretty damsel--the old woman's
granddaughter, as it turned out. They evidently belonged to the middle
classes. With them was a sallow, ill-favoured personage, whose
closely-cropped black hair, steeple-crowned hat, plain Geneva band,
and black cloak, proclaimed him a Puritan. It was certain that he was
passionately enamoured of the damsel, whom he addressed by the name of
Mary, for he watched her every look with jealous eyes; but it was by
no means equally certain that she returned his passion. Rather the
contrary, we should say.

Urso Gives, for so was pretty Mary's suitor named, was more than
double her age, and far from well-favoured, but he was tolerably rich,
and this was enough for Dame Rushout, Mary's grandmother.

Urso Gives was a tailor, and had prospered in his business. For a
knight of the thimble, he was not devoid of mettle, and somewhat
quarrelsome and vindictive. He was decidedly a Republican, and in
religion an Independent. As may be imagined, this was a bitter day for
him, and he would not have come forth upon it had it not been to watch
over pretty Mary Rushout, who was determined to see the young king. So
he was compelled to place Mary and her grand-dame in a good position
opposite the Guildhall, and there they had an excellent view of the
young monarch, and saw him dismount.

Mary Rushout was enchanted. Never had she beheld any one so graceful,
so majestic as the king. How royally he bestrode his steed! How
beauteous were his long black locks!--Urso must let his own hair grow
long. And then how his majesty's diamonds sparkled! She could not help
calling out "Long live the king!" Charles noticed her, and told her,
with a smile, "She was the prettiest girl he had seen that day, and
deserved a better lover." Was not this enough to turn her head? Was it
not enough to madden the irritable and jealous Urso? The by-standers,
who were staunch Royalists, laughed at him, and this exasperated Urso
beyond all endurance. He broke out against the king, called him the
chief of the malignants, and the favourer of heresy and profaneness,
and would have gone on in the same strain if he had not been soundly
buffeted on all sides.

Mary Rushout and her grand-dame screamed, and their cries attracted
the attention of an aide-de-camp, who was waiting his majesty's
return. It was Major Careless. Seeing a pretty girl in distress he
pushed forward his steed, and quickly extricated her and the old dame,
while Urso took advantage of his interference to escape.

A Cavalier so gallant as Careless we may be sure did not retire after
such an introduction, and he found Mary Rushout very willing to flirt
with him. He soon learned all about her and about Urso Gives, and that
they both dwelt in the Trinity, and continued chatting with her till
Charles came forth from the Guildhall.

The royal cortege was once more put in motion, and proceeded to the
large open place near the Foregate, in the midst of which stood the
antique sculptured cross previously mentioned. The place was now
filled with people, but the assemblage was no farther disturbed than
was necessary to allow the troops to form a square round it.

The mayor and the sheriff having made their way to the cross, trumpets
were sounded, and, amid the silence that ensued, the mayor, in a
sonorous voice, proclaimed Charles King of England, Scotland, France,
and Ireland. Tremendous acclamations followed, and guns were fired
from the top of the Foregate.

Even then the assemblage did not move, nor did the troops quit their
position.

Trumpets being again sounded, a Manifesto was published in the king's
name, declaring a general pardon to all the inhabitants of the city as
should henceforward conform to his authority; and also announcing that
warrants had just received the loyal sign-manual in the Guildhall,
whereby his majesty summoned, upon their allegiance, all the nobility,
gentry, and others, of what degree and condition soever, of the county
of Worcester, from sixteen to sixty, to appear in their persons, and
with any horses, arms, and ammunition they had or could procure, at
Pitchcroft, near the city, on Tuesday next, being the 26th of August,
1651, "where," pursued the king, "ourself will be present to dispose
of such of them as we shall think fit for our service in the war, in
defence of this City and County, and to add to our marching army."

On the king's return to the city, the mayor ceremoniously conducted
him to his private residence, where a grand collation had been
prepared, of which his majesty and his suite partook.



Chapter 4. HOW CHARLES WAS LODGED IN THE EPISCOPAL PALACE; AND HOW
DOCTOR CROSBY PREACHED BEFORE HIS MAJESTY IN THE CATHEDRAL

The ancient episcopal palace--which had been prepared, as well as
circumstances would permit, for the reception of the king and his
suite--was a large and stately pile, and, from its size, grandeur, and
the number of apartments it contained, was well fitted to be the
temporary residence of a monarch--even had that monarch been firmly
settled on the throne--and, indeed, it was again occupied by royalty
at a later date, when George III. and his queen visited Worcester in
1788. By far the most important mansion in the city, it occupied a
commanding position on the left bank of the river, and from its fine
bay windows presented a very imposing faade. The roof was lined with
battlements, towers, and belfries, and on the highest of these towers
the royal standard now floated, while sentries were stationed at the
river gate, and at the upper gateway. The palace was surrounded by
high embattled walls, within which was a garden laid out in the old
formal style, and boasting a broad terrace. The garden had been
utterly neglected by the Roundheads, and the terrace was covered with
grass. Internally, the mansion, which was erected probably about the
beginning of the sixteenth century, contained a noble hall, with a
richly carved screen, an exquisite chapel, a carved oak staircase of
great beauty, conducting to a long gallery, the deeply embayed windows
of which, while they embellished the exterior, commanded fine views of
the country, and the broad intermediate tract once known as Malvern
Chase, but now a most fertile district, through which, as Dyer sings,
"--the wide Majestic wave of Severn slowly rolls."

Considerable damage had been done to the gallery and the rooms opening
from it by the Roundheads, who had torn down the fine old tapestry
once adorning the oak panels, and injured the carvings. Most of the
old furniture, being of oak, had withstood a great deal of barbarous
usage, and an immense ponderous bedstead, in which many a bishop had
reposed, was prepared for his majesty. A good many other beds had to
be provided for the king's suite, and for his large retinue of
servants, but this was satisfactorily accomplished, and luckily there
were rooms enough to accommodate all. Fortunately, also, the mansion
possessed a vast kitchen, having no fewer than three large grates,
whence hospitality had been dispensed by the worthy prelates in the
olden time. At these three grates cooks had been at work, roasting and
boiling, throughout the day.

The first persons presented to the king on his arrival at the palace
were Lord Talbot, Sir John Pakington, and Colonel Mervin Touchet, who
had been kept prisoners by the commandant of the garrison. Lord Talbot
and Sir John said they had only waited to see his majesty, and were
about to depart instantly to raise recruits for his service, but
Charles would have them stay and dine with him. Another person whom
the king was delighted to see was Doctor Crosby, the loyal divine, who
had suffered imprisonment for his zeal in his majesty's behalf.

Dinner was served in the great hall, and what it wanted in
ceremoniousness was more than compensated for by abundance of viands
and excellence of wine. Not much form was observed. The mayor occupied
a seat on his majesty's right, and the sheriff on the left. Grace was
said by Doctor Crosby, We shall not particularise the dishes, but we
must mention that a Severn salmon of prodigious weight--quite a regal
fish, that had allowed itself obligingly to be captured for the
occasion--was set before the king. Moreover, the stewed lampreys were
an entirely new delicacy to his majesty, and pleased him greatly.

Charles was in high spirits, and laughed and jested in the most good-
humoured manner with those near him. Of a very sanguine temperament,
he had never doubted the success of his expedition, and the events--
unimportant as they were--that had occurred since his arrival before
Worcester heightened his confidence. For the first time he had been
victorious, and had been warmly welcomed by his subjects. He had been
assured that a great number of recruits could be raised in the county
before the general Muster took place at Pitchcroft, and he felt
certain Lord Derby would bring him large levies from Lancashire and
Cheshire. He would then give battle to Cromwell, defeat him, and march
on triumphantly to London. His confidence seemed to be shared by all
the nobles and general officers present--even by the cold and cautious
Lesley. While quaffing their claret and burgundy, they predicted the
utter defeat of Old Noll and the destruction of all rebels.

Next day, being Sunday, was comparatively calm after the great
previous excitement. Not that the city had by any means resumed its
ordinary aspect--that was clearly impossible with a large army
encamped outside the walls, and many regiments quartered within them--
but the Scottish soldiers, being strict observers of the Sabbath,
conducted themselves in a very orderly and decorous manner. Much
preaching was there in the camps at Red Hill and Pitchcroft, and
officers might be heard reading the Bible and holding forth upon
sacred texts to their men, who listened with the profoundest
attention.

All the churches--and Worcester, as we know, abounded in churches--
were filled with congregations in which the military element
predominated; but the cathedral--as might be expected, since it was
known that the king would attend divine service there--collected
within it all the principal personages of the city, all the chief
officers of the army, and as many regiments as the vast pile could
contain. Never, perhaps, before or since, has the interior of this
grand old edifice presented such a striking sight as it did on this
memorable occasion. Its marble monuments and effigies, its chantry and
lady-chapel, had been mutilated, as we have already told, by the
Roundheads, but these injuries were now concealed from view by the
throng collected within the aisles of the choir and the retro-choir.
Owing likewise to the attention being directed to other objects, the
loss of the splendid painted glass in the windows was scarcely
noticed. The majestic pillars lining the broad nave rose up amid a
mass of troops that not only occupied the body of the fane, but the
aisles. Seen from the entrance of the choir, paved with steel caps,
and bristling with pikes, muskets, and carabines--for the men all
carried their arms--the nave presented an extraordinary coup-d'oeil.
Stationed within the south transept, Pitscottie's Highlanders
contributed materially to the effect of the picture. All the nobles in
attendance upon the king, with the general officers, occupied the
stalls in the choir--Charles being seated in the bishop's throne.

As this was the first time on which the service of the Church of
England had been performed within the cathedral since its desecration
by the Parliamentarians, it may be conceived with what satisfaction
the members of that religion were enabled to resume their own form of
worship within it--and this satisfaction was heightened by the
circumstances under which they came back. The organ was gone, but the
military music substituted seemed not inappropriate to an occasion
when hymns of triumph were sung. Certes, the drums, trumpets, and
other martial instruments, resounding from the roof, produced an
extraordinary effect.

The sermon was preached by Doctor Crosby, and was a most eloquent and
fervid discourse. The pale countenance of the venerable dean flushed,
and his eyes blazed as with fire, while he denounced the murderers of
the martyr king, and declared that the vengeance so long delayed would
speedily fall upon them. Rebellion, which had stalked un-checked
through the land, would be crushed, and the monarchy restored. To
Charles he attributed the highest spiritual authority, and spoke of
him as "in all causes, and over all persons, next under God, supreme
head and governor"--expressions at which his Presbyterian hearers took
great offence. The earnestness, however, of his manner could not fail
to impress them with a conviction of his sincerity.

A council of war was subsequently held within the palace, and it was
decided that the fortifications should at once be thoroughly repaired,
so as to enable the city to stand a siege, if necessary, though no
tidings had yet been heard of Cromwell. After an early repast, Charles
rode forth with his retinue into the city, and was surprised to find
the High-Street so empty, and almost all the houses shut up; but his
surprise ceased when he reached the camp at Pitchcroft, and found that
the vast plain was covered with people, and resembled a fair. The
Scottish soldiers were quiet, and took no part in the profane
recreations of the dissolute Cavaliers, who were everywhere swaggering
about, and making love to all the pretty damsels.

Charles was enthusiastically received, but he did not stay long on
Pitchcroft. After riding through the principal line of tents, he
returned and crossed the river to St. John's, where Dalyell's brigade
was placed to protect the approach to the bridge. Lower down, on the
meadows on this side of the river, Pitscottie's Highlanders were
encamped, and the king passed them on his way to Powick, which he
desired to see. From the Highlanders' camp, which was almost opposite
the episcopal palace and the cathedral, the finest view of old
Worcester could be obtained, and he paused for some minutes,
enraptured by the charming picture.

A delightful ride of a mile, or somewhat more, along this bank of the
Severn brought the king and his attendants to the Teme at its point of
junction with the larger river, and then following its deeply-ploughed
channel, and watching its swift flowing current through the fringing
trees, they rode on to Powick.

Near Powick there was a woody island of some little extent, round
which rushed the river--here, as elsewhere, too deep to be forded. The
island was gained by a bridge from either bank, and the importance of
the point was so obvious, that the king determined to place a battery
upon it.



Chapter 5. HOW CHARLES RODE TO MADRESFIELD COURT; AND HOW MISTRESS
JANE LANE AND HER BROTHER, WITH SIR CLEMENT FISHER, WERE PRESENTED TO
HIS MAJESTY

Next morning another council of war was held at the palace. No tidings
as yet of Cromwell--no despatches from the Earl of Derby. After an
hour's deliberation the council broke up, and the king proceeded to
the Castle Hill, which was being fortified under the superintendence
of Lord Rothes and Sir William Hamilton.

The city walls, in the reparation of which hundreds of men had been
employed since midnight, were next inspected by his majesty, who was
well satisfied with the progress made. He then visited both camps, and
while riding along the High-street with his escort, attended by Major
Careless, was loudly cheered. Ever since the king's arrival at
Worcester the weather had been splendid--a circumstance that
contributed in no slight degree to the gay and festive air that
prevailed within the city. The taverns were full of roystering
Cavaliers, smoking, drinking, dicing, and singing bacchanalian songs.

On his return from the camp at Pitchcroft, Charles paid a visit to the
mayor at his private residence, and had a long conference with him.
Having given all the instructions he deemed necessary, and feeling
that his presence was no longer required, Charles, anxious to escape
from the ceaseless applications by which he was beset, crossed the
river, and, still attended by his escort and Careless, rode in the
direction of the Malvern Hills, his destination being Madresfield
Court, an old fortified mansion, buried in the midst of thick woods of
oak, beech, elm, and other trees, stretching almost from Malvern to
the banks of the Severn.

The day, as we have said, was splendid, though excessively hot, but
shaded by the trees, which sheltered him with their mighty arms from
the oppressive summer heat, Charles found the ride through the forest
enchanting. He seemed to breathe more freely now that he was away from
the crowded city and the bustling camps.

A lovely sylvan scene, such as he had not for some time contemplated,
was offered to his gaze. Madresfield Chase, which formed part of the
old forest of Malvern, boasted some trees of great age and vast size.
Generally the chase was flat, but occasionally a knoll could be
discerned, crowned with timber. A long and beautiful glade of some
miles in extent led towards the ancient mansion, which could not,
however, be distinguished. Rising in front, above the trees, appeared
the lovely Malvern Hills, and their summits, bathed in sunshine,
looked so exquisite that Charles wished he could be transported to one
of them.

"I never look at a mountain top," he remarked to Careless, "without
desiring to ascend to it."

"'Tis a natural wish I think, my liege," replied the aide-de-camp. "At
least, I have the same feeling. Those hills are not difficult of
ascent, and command a magnificent view. The highest of them, and the
nearest to Malvern, is the Worcestershire Beacon; the other is the
Herefordshire Beacon. Both noble hills."

"Can we ride to the top of the Worcestershire Beacon?"

"Easily, sire."

"Have you ever made the ascent on horse-back?"

"Never--either on horseback or on foot, sire."

"Then you know nothing about it. However, the difficulties, if there
are any, won't deter me. I cannot resist the inclination to ride up to
the beacon. We will make the ascent in the evening, when it grows
cooler. 'Tis too sultry just now."

"Very true, sire. I should be loth to quit these trees for the bare
hill-side."

They then rode on till they came in sight of the grey old structure,
which was a very good specimen of a castellated mansion, being
strongly built, embattled, flanked with towers, surrounded by a broad,
deep moat, defended by a drawbridge, and approached by a grand
embattled gateway.

During the Civil Wars, Madresfield Court had been alternately in the
possession of the Royalists and the Roundheads. Strongly garrisoned by
Charles I., taken by Colonel Fynes at the first siege of Worcester,
retaken by the Royalists, and again captured in 1646, it had remained,
until within the last few days, in the quiet possession of its owner,
Colonel Lygon, who prudently acted with the Parliamentarians. On the
arrival of Charles at Worcester, Colonel Lygon was driven forth, after
an ineffectual attempt at resistance, and his mansion seized and
garrisoned for the king. It was now in a condition to stand a siege,
being already well victualled, and well provided with arms and
ammunition. Falconets were placed on the gateway, and larger ordnance
on the battlements.

Charles was well pleased to see the royal standard displayed from the
roof of the old mansion, and to note the preparations for defence.
Trumpets were sounded and drums beaten on his approach. The drawbridge
was lowered, and the officers and men prepared to turn out and receive
his majesty. Charles, however, halted beneath a spreading oak that
grew on a wide lawn in front of the mansion, and was contemplating the
ancient edifice with some pride in being once more its master, when
Careless drew his attention to three persons on horseback, who had
just issued from an avenue on the right. From their attire, and from
their steeds, the equestrians looked like persons of distinction. One
of the party, who specially attracted the king's attention, was a
young lady, slight in figure, and extremely graceful. Even beheld at
that distance, it might be safely asserted that she was lovely, and
when she drew near, she more than realised any notions the king had
formed of her beauty. Her companions were Cavaliers undoubtedly--both
fine-looking young men, distinguished by their military bearing.

"Know you whom they are?" inquired the king of Careless.

"Unless I mistake not, sire, he in the black velvet doublet, slashed
with white, is Colonel Lane of Bentley Hall, in Staffordshire--"

"The Lanes are staunch Royalists?" interrupted Charles.

"Staunchest of the staunch, sire. With the colonel is his sister,
Mistress Jane Lane, one of the fairest damsels in the county, and
devoted to your majesty. He on the roan horse, and in the green
jerkin, laced with silver, is Sir Clement Fisher, of Packington Hall,
in Warwickshire."

"Jane Lane's suitor, I'll be sworn!" cried Charles.

"Your majesty has hit it," replied Careless, with a smile.

While this brief colloquy took place, the party had stopped, as if
awaiting permission to advance.

"Bring them to me, and present them," said Charles.

Careless, who was a preux chevalier, executed his task with infinite
grace. It was a charming sight to witness Jane Lane's presentation to
the young king. There was an ingenuousness in her manner that
delighted Charles. She seemed to possess great spirit and force of
character, and yet she had all the most agreeable feminine qualities.
As to her beauty there could be no question. Brighter black eyes,
features of greater delicacy and refinement, tresses more exquisite,
Charles had never beheld. Though she coloured deeply when she first
encountered the king's gaze, she manifested no embarrassment.

There was a certain likeness between Colonel Lane and his sister,
though the colonel had strongly-marked traits, a firm mouth, and a
bold, determined look. But he had dark eyes like Jane, and in them
resided the expression that constituted the likeness. Sir Clement
Fisher was an admirable specimen of a Cavalier--handsome, brave,
chivalrous, he seemed formed to win a fair lady's heart. Whether he
had won that of Jane Lane will be seen.

"How is it I have not yet seen you at Worcester, gentlemen?" inquired
Charles.

"We are on our way thither, sire," replied Colonel Lane. "You will see
us at the Muster at Pitchcroft to-morrow. We have not been lukewarm in
your majesty's cause."

"Even I have done something for you, sire," said Jane. "This morning I
have secured your majesty forty horse; and I hope to render you still
better service before the day is over."

"My sister is zealous, you perceive, sire," remarked Colonel Lane,
with a smile.

"Were there a hundred like her I should soon have an army," observed
Charles, highly pleased.

"But what is the great service you hope to render me?"

"Nay, sire," she rejoined, playfully, "you must allow me to keep my
secret. 'Twill be a surprise to you to-morrow."

"Then I will ask you no further questions, yet I would fain know why
you came here. You could not have expected to find me at Madresfield."

"Pardon me, your majesty, I did expect to find you here."

"Oddsfish! you must be a witch," cried Charles, laughing.

"There is no sorcery in the matter, sire. Have you not sent a
messenger to Mr. Thomas Hornyold, of Blackmore Park, commanding him to
attend upon you at Madresfield this afternoon?"

"And you have seen the messenger?"

"I have, sire. I have read the message, and I told Tom Hornyold I
would come in his stead, and make his excuses. The blame of his
disobedience of your majesty's order must rest entirely with me. I
have sent him to Sir Rowland Berkeley."

"Indeed!" exclaimed Charles.

"He will do more good with Sir Rowland than here. But that is not all.
He has promised me to see Sir Walter Blount, Sir John Winford, and Mr.
Ralph Sheldon of Beoley. Will you forgive now for my great
presumption, sire?"

"Forgive you! I am beyond measure indebted to you."

"Sire!" she cried, with a look that bespoke her conviction of the
truth of what she uttered, "I believe that I am destined to render you
a signal service. My brother will confirm what I am about to say. It
was foretold of me when I was a child, by a famous astrologer, that I
should save a prince's life. The prophecy must refer to you."

"It may be so," said Charles, smiling at her enthusiasm. "At all
events, I shall look upon you as my guardian angel."

"My heart beats only with loyalty, sire. I have no other feeling in my
breast."

"No other feeling, fair mistress?" said the king, glancing towards Sir
Clement.

"It is perfectly true, sire," observed the young baronet, with a
somewhat despondent look. "Mistress Jane Lane vows she will never wed
till your majesty is seated on the throne."

"And I will keep my vow," cried Jane.

"Then I trust ere long Sir Clement may be in a position to claim you,
and that I may be present at your nuptials," said Charles. "But
whither you go?" he added, seeing they were preparing to depart. "Will
you not enter the house?"

"We must pray your majesty to excuse us," said Colonel Lane, bowing.
"We have much to do. We are going to cross the hills into
Herefordshire."

"Nay, then you must stay till the heat of the day is abated, and I
myself will bear you company for part of your journey, for I design to
ascend the Worcestershire Beacon. 'Tis not fit your sister should be
exposed to this fierce sun."

"I am not one of those damsels that care for my complexion, sire,"
observed Jane, laughing. "The sun will not melt me."

"Nay, then I will not detain you," rejoined Charles. "I shall see you
to-morrow at the Muster at Pitchcroft. You must not be absent, fair
mistress."

"Be sure I will not, sire," she replied. Bending reverentially to the
king, she rode off with the others.

"A noble girl!" exclaimed Charles, gazing after her with admiration.
"She is the incarnation of loyalty."



Chapter 6. HOW CHARLES ASCENDED THE WORCESTERSHIRE BEACON AND OF THE
AMBUSCADE PREPARED FOR HIM AS HE CAME DOWN.

After examining the preparations made for the defence of the old
mansion, Charles sat down with Careless and the officer in command of
the garrison to a repast prepared for him in the great hall. When he
had finished it he ordered his horses. The officer asked if his
majesty required his escort.

"No;" replied Charles. "I am not about to return to Worcester. I am
charmed with this place, and shall sleep here to-night. I mean to ride
to Malvern. Major Careless will attend me."

So his majesty set forth, accompanied only by his aide-de-camp. A
pleasant ride through the woods brought them to the foot of the giant
hill, on a ridge of which stood the little secluded village of
Malvern. Yes, the little secluded village of Malvern. Where terraces
of well-built houses now spring above each other on the hillside--
where countless white villas peer from out the trees, contrasting
charmingly with the foliage, and helping to form one of the prettiest
towns in England--a town as healthful as pretty--nothing was then to
be seen but a few small habitations, in the midst of which rose the
old priory church and the beautiful gateway adjoining it. The priory
was pulled down at the Dissolution of the Monasteries, and with it the
glory of Malvern had departed. Devotees were still attracted by the
Holy Well, and marvellous cures were said to be wrought by its waters,
but such pilgrims were rare, and Malvern remained an obscure,
unfrequented village, until its beauties and salubrity were discovered
in the early part of the present century.

Charles and his attendant halted on the ridge on which this charming
town is now built, and surveyed the extensive prospect it commands.
They were not aware that they were watched from behind a tree by a
tall, ill-favoured man, in the garb of a Puritan. This eaves-dropper,
who had followed them cautiously for some minutes, ascertained their
purpose, and as soon as they began to ascend the hill, he hurried down
to the little inn near the priory gate.

All difficulties in the ascent of the lofty hill, known as the
Worcestershire Beacon, have now been removed, and well-made paths
enable even invalids to reach its summit almost without fatigue. But
at the time when Charles and his attendant mounted it, it had a stern,
solitary air, and its silence was unbroken by any sound except that of
the sheep-bell, or the cry of a bird of prey. Sheep-tracks alone led
up its rugged sides, and conducted the pedestrian through the broad
patches of furze, or past huge protruding rocks, to the smooth turf
above. Charles being a daring horseman, took the nearest road, and not
unfrequently came to places where it was too steep to proceed with
safety, and had to retrace his course and seek a less dangerous
ascent. The only person in sight was a shepherd tending his flock, and
he was far off. At length the king and his attendant gained the
rounded summit of the hill, which was covered by turf smooth as
velvet, and fragrant with thyme.

Hitherto, both Charles and Careless had been too much occupied by the
difficulties of the ascent to pay much attention to the vast panorama
opening upon them as they mounted the hill. But as they now gazed upon
it, they were lost in admiration, and quite forgot the trouble they
had experienced.

It boots not to describe the thoughts that passed through the king's
breast, as his eye ranged over that astonishing prospect, which,
comprehending as it does nine or ten counties, showed him a large
portion of his kingdom, and that perhaps not the least beautiful
portion. How many towns and villages--how many noble mansions--could
he count in that wide-spread landscape! On the left, and almost as it
seemed at his feet, lay the old and faithful City of Worcester, with
his army encamped around it. Two other cathedral towns, with their
church towers and steeples--Gloucester and Hereford--could likewise be
distinguished. Charles sought the Severn for some time in vain. Owing
to the height of its banks, it could only be here and there discerned.

He hung long upon this incomparable prospect, and then turned to the
Herefordshire side of the hill, whence the view was almost equally
fine, three distinct mountainous chains, of beautifully varied form,
meeting his gaze.

On quitting the green sward the perils of the descent commenced, and
they were obliged to proceed with caution, the ground being covered
with loose stones and fragments of rock. They proceeded singly,
Charles taking the lead, and were skirting a huge mass of granite that
obstructed their course, when suddenly half a dozen men, armed with
muskets, whose steel caps and buff coats showed they were
Parliamentary soldiers, and who had evidently been lying in ambush
behind the rocks, sprang forward, one of them seizing the king's
bridle, and two others forcibly preventing him from using his arms.
Careless was treated in precisely the same manner, and the capture was
so quickly executed that it was perfectly successful.

At the same time two persons appeared on the top of the rock, which
rose to some little height above them. In one of these Careless
recognised Colonel James; the other, who kept back, was the spy we
have previously mentioned.

"Release me, villains!" cried Charles, furiously, as he vainly
attempted to free himself from the grasp of the soldiers who held him.

"Not so," said the leader of the ambuscade from above. "The Lord hath
delivered thee into my hand, as He delivered Jabin, King of Canaan,
into the hands of the children of Israel. I will not put thee to
death, but will take thee and thine officer as prisoners to the Lord
General, to deal with ye as he may see fit. With thy capture the
invasion of the men of Moab is at an end."

Scarcely were the words uttered than a loud report was heard, and he
dropped on the rock, apparently mortally wounded.

"The Amalekites are upon us!" shouted the spy. "Save yourselves!"

So saying, he jumped down on the other side of the rock and
disappeared.

Supposing their commander killed, and not knowing what force might be
upon them, the soldiers did not dare to carry off their prize, but
sought safety in flight.

Next moment, from among the rocks beneath, issued Sir Clement Fisher,
who had fired the shot, while close behind him appeared Colonel Lane
and his sister.

"Heaven preserve your majesty!" shouted the two Cavaliers, raising
their hats; while Jane, whose dark eyes flashed, and whose face was
radiant with delight, echoed the loyal aspiration.

Charles heard them, and raised his hat in response.

"Haste thee to Madresfield Court," he said to Careless. "Bring a
detachment of horse to scour these hills. I will have the villains who
have dared to lay hands upon me."

"Your majesty--"

"Obey me. I shall have Colonel Lane and Sir Clement Fisher with me.
Away! Spare not the spur."

Thus enjoined, Careless dashed down the rocks at the hazard of his
neck.

Charles then descended to his preservers, who had moved to a less
rugged spot, and thanked them heartily.

"The prophecy is fulfilled," he said to Jane. "You have saved my
life."

"Nay, it was Sir Clement who delivered you, sire," she replied. "But I
may, at least, claim the merit of having perceived your majesty's
peril."

"You may claim more," remarked Sir Clement Fisher. "Had it not been
for your coolness and self-possession, we could not have succeeded in
effecting his majesty's deliverance."

"I said you are my guardian angel, and so you are," cried Charles.
"But I must learn what took place. Let me have the description from
your own lips."

"Since your majesty commands me, I must speak, though Sir Clement
could better explain the matter," she rejoined, blushing. "Then, thus
it was, sire. We had accomplished our errand, and were returning
through yonder pass between the hills, when we observed your majesty
and Major Careless near the beacon. We could see you both quite
distinctly, and our gaze never quitted you till you were about to
commence your descent. I then begged my brother to quit the lower
road, in order that we might meet you as you came down. Your course
lay towards those rocks, and while gazing in that direction, I noticed
some armed men moving stealthily about among them, and pointed them
out to my brother and Sir Clement, who at once recognised them as
rebel soldiers, and felt sure that an ambuscade had been placed there.
What was to be done? impossible to warn you. A plan occurred to me. I
showed my companions how, by keeping among the rocks, we could
approach the ambuscading party unperceived, and they followed my
counsel, as it seemed the sole chance of saving your majesty. We got
near enough to enable Sir Clement to bring down the leader of the
troop."

"And luckily not another shot was needed," said Sir Clement.

"I know not whether you were my deliverer or Sir Clement," said
Charles. "But I am equally indebted to you both. And now you must all
accompany me to Madresfield Court. I shall need your escort,
gentlemen."



Chapter 7. HOW COLONEL LEGGE BROUGHT IMPORTANT NEWS TO THE KING, AND
HOW HIS MAJESTY PAID A VISIT TO SEVERN END.

Careless was able to execute the king's commands much more quickly
than he expected.

Encountering a small party of dragoons near Malvern, he ordered them
to scour the lower part of the hill, while he himself reascended the
heights. The Roundheads, however, had made good their retreat. They
had hidden their horses, it appeared, in a deep chasm, on the hill-
side, and after their unsuccessful attempt, had descended into the
plain, where they were lost among the woods.

A singular discovery was made by Careless. On visiting the rock, on
which the commandant had fallen, he found the spot stained with blood,
but the body was gone. By whom had it been removed? Not by the
Roundheads--that was certain. In all probability Colonel James had not
been mortally wounded, as was at first supposed, but had recovered
sufficient strength to crawl off. The search made for him proved
ineffectual, and Careless was obliged to return to Madresfield Court
without having effected a single capture. The king having by this time
recovered his good-humour, laughed at his aide-de-camp's ill success.

"Oddsfish!" he exclaimed. "I had nearly lost my crown by that foolish
ascent of the Worcestershire Beacon--rather too high a price to pay
for a fine view."

His majesty was alone, Colonel Lane and those with him having
proceeded to Worcester.

Next morn, Charles arose betimes, broke his fast lightly, and had just
mounted his charger with the intention of setting off to Worcester,
when his departure was stayed by the arrival of Colonel Legge, one of
his most gallant and trusted officers, and familiarly called by his
majesty "honest Will."

Colonel Legge brought very important news. He had been with a
reconnoitring party to Evesham, and had captured a couple of Roundhead
scouts, from whom he had obtained information respecting the enemy's
movements. Cromwell was approaching with a large army, having
seventeen thousand horse and foot under his own command; while the
regiments of Lord Grey of Groby, Fleetwood, Ingoldsby, Lambert, and
Harrison, together with the militia that had recently joined the
Parliamentary forces, swelled the amount to upwards of thirty
thousand.

"Nearly treble my force," exclaimed Charles. "But were they forty
thousand I should not fear them."

"'Tis well you are prepared, sire," remarked Legge.

"Much has yet to be done," replied the king. "The passes of the Severn
and the Teme must be looked to. Upton, Powick, and Bransford Bridges
must be broken down. Haste thee to Worcester, Will. Summon a council
of war to meet me three hours hence. By that time I shall have visited
Upton and Powick, and perhaps Bransford. Is Massey at Upton?"

"Massey's head-quarters are at Severn End, sire, the residence of
Judge Lechmere. The judge sides with the Parliament, but I suspect he
is a time-server, and will always support the party in power. If your
majesty is victorious, he will throw himself at your feet. Severn End
is a fine place, and Massey seems to like his quarters. Judge
Lechmere's nearest neighbour is loyal Tom Hornyold, whom you will
assuredly see at Pitchcroft to-day."

"Oddsfish! Judge Lechmere must be an astute fellow from thy account of
him, Will," replied Charles, laughing. "I will go first to Severn End.
Perchance I may see the judge. If so, I will have a word with him."

"Fine him heavily, sire, or imprison him, if he will not join you,"
said Legge.

"Humph! I like not to have recourse to harsh measures," rejoined
Charles. "Still, an example ought to be made of such a man. Now, off
with thee to Worcester, Will. Say to all that thou hast left me in
good spirits."

"I can say so with truth, my liege," replied Legge.

Careless undertook to conduct his majesty to Severn End, being well
acquainted with Judge Lechmere's residence. Their course lay through
the loveliest part of the chase, but Charles was too much preoccupied
to notice the beauties of the scene, and Careless did not venture to
disturb the profound reverie into which his royal master had fallen,
and which lasted till they came to the precincts of a large, well-
timbered park, in the midst of which stood a fine old house embosomed
in a grove of rook-haunted trees.

"Is this Severn End?" asked Charles.

"No, my liege; this is Blackmore Park, the abode of your staunch
adherent, Captain Thomas Hornyold."

"And a charming place it is," observed the king; "I would all my
staunch adherents were as well housed!"

After skirting the moss-grown park pales for a few minutes, they came
upon a long and stately avenue, down which a troop of horse was
riding, with their leader at their head.

"As I live that must be Tom Hornyold's troop!" cried Charles, halting,
while Careless signed to the king's escort to stop.

Seeing Careless ride towards him, and comprehending the aide-de-camp's
object, Captain Hornyold put his troop into a trot, and presently drew
up before the king.

Tom Hornyold's manly bearing, open countenance, frank manner, and
steady look prepossessed the king in his favour.

"I trust your majesty will pardon my inattention to your summons
yesterday," said Hornyold, after making an obeisance. "Here are forty
good men and true, who will fight well for you, and I have had barely
time to get them together."

"Mistress Jane Lane explained all to me, Captain Hornyold," rejoined
Charles, graciously. "You did quite right, and I thank you heartily.
By my faith, you have brought me some famous recruits."

As he moved towards the troop, he was welcomed with a shout that
startled the clamorous rooks overhead, and put to flight a herd of
deer that had been couching beneath the trees.

Well pleased with the appearance of the recruits, many of whom were
remarkably fine-looking young men, and all well accoutred and
extremely well mounted, the king thus expressed his satisfaction:

"Good men--good horses--good weapons, and strong arms to wield them--
those you have brought me, Captain Hornyold, and I thank you once
more. Gentlemen," he added to the troops, "I cannot tarry longer with
you now, though I fain would say something more, but I have much to
do, as you are aware. I shall see you again at Pitchcroft. Au revoir!"

Bowing graciously to Captain Hornyold, he then rode off, attended by
Careless and followed by his escort.

On quitting Blackmore Park, the king approached another equally well-
wooded domain, which he did not need to be told belonged to Judge
Lechmere.

It was, in sooth, Severn End, and their road towards the house led
them for a short distance near the bank of the river. The grounds
contained many noble trees, amongst which were several towering elms
and broad-armed oaks that delighted Charles, as did a remarkably fine
service tree, which he pointed out to his attendant.

As they drew near the picturesque old mansion, it was easy to perceive
that it was under military occupation--sentinels being placed at the
entrance, while small parties of dragoons were gathered on the
terrace, as if awaiting orders; and a troop of cavalry was drawn up on
the lawn. A soldier was walking a powerful charger to and fro before
the porch.

Drums would have been beaten, and trumpets sounded, but the king would
not allow any announcement of his arrival to be made. Leaving his
escort at the extremity of the lawn, he rode up to the portal with
Careless. He then dismounted and marched up the steps, merely
returning the salutes of the officers he encountered.

Loud and angry tones were audible as he crossed the hall, and guided
him to the room in which General Massey could be found. The door being
partly open, Charles pushed it aside and entered a large chamber with
a somewhat low roof, panelled with black oak, ornamented with several
full-length portraits.

This was the dining-room, and in the midst of it stood General Massey,
booted and spurred, with his hat on, and his riding-whip in hand,
evidently prepared to mount his charger.

A fine, tall, broad-shouldered man was the general, and well became
his rich accoutrements. His back being towards the door he did not
notice the king's entrance. Full of wrath, as we have intimated, he
was pouring his fury on the head of a grave-looking personage in a
black velvet gown, and having a black skull-cap on his head, who was
standing calmly before him.

Perhaps this individual, whom Charles had no doubt was Judge Lechmere,
recognised his majesty. If so, he gave no sign, but kept his keen grey
eye steadily fixed on the irate general.

"Hark ye, judge," thundered Massey. "'Tis you, and such as you,
supporters of this rebellious Parliament, who ought to suffer most,
and by Heaven you shall suffer. You shall be forced to contribute
largely to the expenses of the war you have compelled his majesty to
undertake for the recovery of his throne. You are fined five thousand
pounds."

"By whom am I fined that large sum?" demanded Lechmere, in a calm
tone. "Not by the king, I am well assured. He would not commit such an
injustice."

"You are fined by me--that is sufficient. I have his majesty's warrant
for all I do."

"Not his written warrant," said the judge.

"I need it not," cried Massey. "What doth your Lord General, as you
style him? I do not desire to imitate his ruthless and robber-like
proceedings. I do not intend, like him, to plunder churches,
hospitals, and private dwellings. I do not mean to break open chests
and carry off gold by the sack, and plate by the cartload, as he did
at Worcester, after the first siege. But I will imitate him in one
thing. I will punish wealthy offenders like yourself by fines
proportionate to their means. You have amassed money, I know, and,
though a lawyer, I hope have come by it honestly. Had you been loyal
you might have kept your money. But since you are a rebel, and a
favourer of rebels, you shall disburse your gains for the king's use.
You shall pay me the live thousand pounds I demand."

"And yet you affirm that you design not to plunder me," observed Judge
Lechmere, still with perfect calmness. "What call you this but plunder
on the greatest scale? Better strip my house of all it contains--
better carry off my pictures and my plate--than fine me in a sum so
large that I cannot pay it. Again I say, I am certain the king would
not allow this demand to be made."

"His majesty will approve of what I do," rejoined Massey. "But I will
not bandy words with you. You are now in my court, judge, and my
decision holds good here. I will have the sum I have named--no less.
Two thousand pounds--the first instalment--must be paid before noon on
Thursday. That will give you two days to raise it. If you fail, I will
have you shot in your own court-yard. You hear! No excuses will avail.
Till then you are a prisoner in your own house."

"If I am a prisoner, how am I to raise the money, general?" asked the
judge.

"That is your concern," rejoined Massey. "Have it I must--or you die!"

As he turned to quit the room, he perceived Charles standing behind
him.

"Ah! sire," he exclaimed. "I did not know you were here."

"Am I indeed in the king's presence?" exclaimed Judge Lechmere, with
well-feigned astonishment.

"You are in the presence of the sovereign to whom your allegiance is
due, my lord judge," rejoined Charles, with dignity.

"Whatever my feelings may be towards your majesty," said Lechmere, "I
cannot consistently--"

"You dare not declare yourself in my favour, eh, judge?" cried
Charles. "Well, I will give you till Thursday for reflection.
Naturally, you are included in the general pardon I have published,
and if you then return to your allegiance, I shall be disposed to
forget the past, and will remit the heavy fine imposed upon you by
General Massey. Nay, I will do more; I will take you into my favour."

"I thank your majesty for your goodness. I will perpend the matter."

"Methinks it requires little consideration," observed Charles,
somewhat sternly. "You have to choose between your lawful king and a
usurper. You will best consult your own interests in serving me."

"I am inclined to believe so, sire--nay, I am certain--yet give me
till Thursday."

"I have said it," rejoined Charles. "I now leave you in General
Massey's hands."

With a grave bow to the judge, who had rushed forward as if to throw
himself at his majesty's feet, but stopped suddenly, he quitted the
room, followed by Massey.

As he crossed the hall he laughed heartily.

"Your judge will turn Royalist on Thursday, if nothing happens to-
morrow," he said.

On quitting Severn End, Charles accompanied General Massey to Upton.

They rode through Hanley, where a stately pile belonging to the Earls
of Gloucester once stood, and where Massey's troops were now encamped.

The general had with him a detachment of five hundred horse and a
regiment of dragoons, and he assured the king that he felt confident
of preventing the enemy's passage at Upton Bridge, come in what force
he might.

Together they carefully examined the fine old bridge, which, like the
bridges of Worcester and Powick, was somewhat narrow, but had deep
angular recesses. It was strongly built of stone, and had several
arches.

Charles advised its total destruction, but Massey was of opinion that
it would suffice to break down the central arch; and the king giving
his assent, a large body of men was at once set to work upon the task.

After witnessing the commencement of the operations, Charles took
leave of Massey, urging him to be more than ever vigilant, as the
safety of the army now depended on him, and rode on with his escort to
Powick.

The security of this important pass seemed to be guaranteed by the
presence of General Montgomery and Colonel Kirke, with two battalions
of foot and a regiment of horse, and Charles, with a mind very much
quieted, crossed the river to Worcester.



Chapter 8. OF THE COUNSEL GIVEN BY COLONEL LESLEY TO THE KING

When Charles arrived at the palace, the war council was already
assembled. Several general officers, however, were necessarily absent.

A long and anxious discussion ensued, and great diversity of opinion
prevailed--jealousies having sprung up amongst the commanders. His
grace of Buckingham hated the Duke of Hamilton, and derided his plans;
but his own rash counsels were rejected.

Charles felt sure, he declared, that he should be largely reinforced
by the levies which the Earl of Derby was bringing from Lancashire and
Cheshire.

But he cared not if his army should be inferior to that of the enemy
in number.

"There is no fear of treachery," he said. "The loyalty of the citizens
of Worcester is unquestionable. They will fight for me as bravely as
they fought for the king, my father. No defeat will subdue them. But
why do I talk of defeat? Let us speak of the victory, that is
certain."

"The next battle must be decisive, sire," remarked the Duke of
Hamilton. "We must conquer, or die."

"We will conquer," cried Charles, energetically.

"We will," cried several voices.

Having remarked that Lesley took no part in the conference, the king
drew him aside and inquired the meaning of his sombre looks.

"Are you afraid of Cromwell?" he asked.

"I am afraid of my own men, sire," replied Lesley. "They are
discontented, and do all I can, I am unable to remove their
dissatisfaction."

"Of what grievance do they complain?" asked Charles.

"I need not remind your majesty, that nearly five thousand Scottish
soldiers have returned to their own country since we crossed the
border--"

"Deserted, if you please, colonel," interrupted Charles.

"Well, deserted, sire. But they had this excuse. Being zealous
Presbyterians, they had conscientious scruples against establishing
the Episcopal government in England by force of arms; and like
sentiments prevail, to a great extent, among the remainder of the
troops. Since our arrival at Worcester their discontent has
perceptibly increased. They do not like to fight with the Cavaliers.
For this reason, they are not pleased with the Muster about to take
place to-day, neither do they desire to be joined by the levies
promised by the Earl of Derby."

"They fear that my devoted adherents may become too strong for them.
Is it not so, colonel?" asked Charles, coldly.

"They deem that a preponderance of the royal party--strictly so
called--though we are all Royalists--would be contrary to the true
interests of Scotland, and to the welfare of the Kirk."

"Ah, I see!" exclaimed the king. "The Committee of the Kirk of
Scotland have troubled their consciences--meddlesome fools that they
are! But you must keep your men in good humour, Lesley. They must
fight this battle. Assure them that I am a zealous partisan of the
Covenant, and that when I ascend the throne I will ratify all the
conditions imposed upon me."

"Humph!" exclaimed Lesley. "I may give them these assurances, but they
will not believe me. So critical do I consider the position, that if I
dared to offer your majesty a counsel, it would be to return to
Scotland without hazarding an engagement."

"Return to Scotland!--never!" exclaimed Charles, indignantly. "How
dare you make a proposition so dishonouring to me, Lesley? I have not
advanced thus far into my kingdom to go back again without a blow."

"I knew my advice would be distasteful to your majesty, but I deemed
it my duty to give it."

"No more!" cried the king. "Quell this mutinous spirit in your men,
Lesley--quell it, by whatever means you can. Mark well what I say, and
fail not to repeat it. When we have routed the rebels--and we shall
rout them--those who have fought best for me shall receive the highest
reward."

Before Lesley could make any reply, Pitscottie approached his majesty.

"Where are your Highlanders, colonel?" demanded Charles.

"Drawn up in the College Green, sire. I await your orders to march
them to the place of Muster."

"Have they heard that Cromwell is at hand?"

"Ay, sire; and they are eager to meet him."

"No discontent among them--ha?"

"Discontent! No, sire. They were never in better spirits. All they
desire is to prove their zeal to your majesty, and use their
broadswords against the foe."

"Brave fellows!" exclaimed Charles, glancing significantly at Lesley.
"They shall serve as my body-guard to-day."



Chapter 9. OF THE GRAND MUSTER AT PITCHCROFT

Ever since the old city of Worcester was built and encircled by walls,
Pitchcroft has afforded its inhabitants a delightful place for
exercise and recreation. On this broad, flat plain, bounded on the
west by the Severn, and completely overlooked by a natural terrace on
the further bank of the river, many a grand tournament has been held
in the days of our earlier monarchs. Magnificent pavilions and
galleries have been reared upon the wide mead--splendid cavalcades
have come forth from the city gates--nobles, knights, squires,
jesters, and fair dames--and many a lance has been splintered at the
royal jousts of Worcester. In 1225, these displays incurred the
displeasure of the Church--a grand tournament being held on Pitchcroft
in that year, when all the noble personages concerned in it were
excommunicated by Bishop Blois. Sports and pastimes of all kinds have
been familiar to the plain from time immemorial--games which, by a
pretty figure of speech, have been described as Olympian, and which,
we rejoice to say, are not altogether discontinued. Not only has
Pitchcroft been the scene of many a knightly encounter and many a
festive meeting, but when the loyal city was invested, it witnessed
frequent conflicts between Cavaliers and Roundheads, and one well-
fought action, in which the fiery Rupert took part.

On the morning appointed for the Muster, Pitchcroft was even more
thronged than it had been on the previous Sunday, and presented a far
gayer and more animated appearance. A great number of troops was
assembled there, while the new levies were continually pouring into
the plain through Foregate-street.

Before proceeding to the place of rendezvous, the recruits entered the
city, and halted for a time in the area near the Cross, where their
numbers were registered by the mayor and the sheriff, who acted as
commissioners.

Among the principal names inscribed on the muster-roll were those of
Lord Talbot, Sir John Pakington, Sir Walter Blount, Sir Ralph Clare,
Sir Rowland Berkley, Sir John Winford, Mr. Ralph Sheldon of Beoley,
Mr. John Washburn of Witchinford, and Mr. Thomas Hornyold.

Lord Talbot's troop, which was far more numerous than any other, was
composed almost entirely of gentlemen, whose accoutrements and horses
were far superior to those of ordinary cavalry. The regiment was
commanded by Lieutenant-Colonel Mervin Touchet, and subsequently
proved exceedingly efficient. Every Cavalier who came singly to
Worcester was included in some troop or other.

These arrangements were made by Colonel Lane and Colonel Legge,
assisted by Sir Clement Fisher. As quickly as one troop was filled up,
it was sent off to the place of Muster. It was calculated that two
thousand Worcestershire Cavaliers, including of course retainers and
servants, answered the king's summons on that day.

The sight of so many recruits tended materially to dissipate the alarm
not unnaturally excited by the rumours of Cromwell's near approach.
Having begun to distrust the Scottish soldiers, the citizens were glad
to have some defenders on whom they could confidently rely. For this
reason, as well as for their gallant bearing and handsome equipments,
the recruits were lustily cheered as they appeared on the plain.

A large concourse was collected in Foregate street, and on the
northern walls, to see the new troops come forth. The Scottish
regiments of cavalry and infantry excited but little curiosity, the
chief objects of interest being the numerous small bodies of horse,
extending for a quarter of a mile on the left--each little troop with
its officers in front.

The effect of this arrangement was extremely good, and delighted the
spectators on the city walls and those on the west bank of the river.

The last troop had just got into its place, when the shrill notes of
the pibroch were heard, and the Highlanders, with Colonel Pitscottie
at their head, marched forth, and were received with cheers by the
crowd assembled in Foregate-street.

Acclamations greeted the king. His majesty looked extremely well, and
charmed the beholders, as he always did, by the extreme affability of
his demeanour. On this occasion he was only attended by Careless and
Colonel Blague. The recruits instantly attracted his attention--their
numbers giving him manifest pleasure--and he expressed his
satisfaction at beholding them audibly to his attendants.

He had not proceeded far, when the mayor and the sheriff advanced to
meet him.

Opening a scroll which he held in his hand, the mayor in a loud voice
recited the long list of loyal gentlemen of the county who had
responded to his majesty's summons. The king looked highly gratified,
and repeated each name as it was given out.

When the mayor had made an end, Charles rode towards Lord Talbot, who
was nearest him on the left, and while surveying his splendid troop
with admiration, called out, so that all might hear him:

"Why, my good lord, these are all gentlemen. Better mounted, better
equipped Cavaliers, I would not desire to see."

"They are all loyal gentlemen," replied Lord Talbot, bowing; "and as
such I am proud to present them to your majesty."

"Long live the king! Confusion to his enemies!" shouted the gallant
band, brandishing their swords.

The shout was caught up by the next troop, which was commanded by Sir
John Pakington, and was echoed far and wide.

After a few complimentary observations to Colonel Touchet, Charles
moved on, inspecting in turn all the new-raised troops. Had loyalty
been chilled in any breast, his majesty's gracious manner would have
kindled it anew--but all were loyal. The king could not help noting
that in almost every troop gentlemen had joined, and horses and
accoutrements were generally so good that officers could scarcely be
distinguished from privates.

Captain Hornyold's troop was stationed near the Scottish cavalry--Sir
Clement Fisher acting as second captain. But the real commander, in
the king's estimation, was Jane Lane, who was posted in front on her
steed.

A glance of triumph lighted up her fine eyes as Charles addressed her:

"You only want arms to become a veritable Amazon."

"I will wear them if your majesty commands."

"No, you have brought me so many recruits that it is unnecessary. How
many troops have you helped to fill up?"

"I have done my best, sire, but I have not brought you half so many as
I could desire. The Worcestershire gentry are loyal, but irresolute
and cautious--I will not use stronger epithets. They try to excuse
their lukewarmness on the ground that they suffered so much from fines
and sequestrations during the Civil Wars. But, as I tell them, that is
no excuse. They ought to risk all--sacrifice all, if need be--for
their sovereign. Many have come here to-day. But," she added, with a
look of mingled grief and indignation, "some, on whom I fully counted,
are absent."

"I scarcely miss them. When I have won a battle, they will hasten to
rally round my standard, but I shall know how to distinguish between
late comers, and those who have been true to me in the hour of peril."

"All here are true men, my liege. I would not say as much for yon
Scottish soldiers." Then lowering her voice so as only to be heard by
the king, she added: "Do not trust Lesley, sire. He may play you
false."

"Why do you entertain these suspicions?"

"From what I hear of the conduct of his men, and of his own discourse.
Heaven grant my fears may prove groundless!"

"If Lesley proves a traitor I am undone, for he commands the third of
my army, and his men will obey no other leader. But I will not believe
him false."

"What news has your majesty of the Earl of Derby?" asked Jane, still
in the same whispered accents. "Pardon the question. 'Tis prompted by
the deep interest I feel--"

"No messenger from the earl has arrived as yet. But I have no
apprehensions of a reverse. Doubtless, he is marching hither with the
levies he has obtained, but has been compelled to turn aside from the
direct route to avoid Cromwell."

"Would he were here now!" exclaimed Jane, earnestly.

"I would so too," responded Charles, with equal fervour. "But he will
not fail me at the right moment, and will cut through any opposing
force to join me."

"Is it not strange you have not heard from him, sire?"

"Not so strange--since the enemy is between us. Besides, if he has not
effectually disposed of Lilburn, he may be harassed by him in his
march. A few hours, I trust, will bring me tidings of the friend on
whom I reckon most."

Banishing the gloom that had gathered on his brow during his converse
with Jane, he turned to Captain Hornyold, and delighted that loyal
gentleman by his praises.

Having completed his inspection of the new troops, Charles proceeded
towards the centre of the plain, where Pitscottie and his Highlanders
were drawn up. Here he stationed himself, and immediately afterwards
it became evident, from the movement that took place, that the
recruits were about to march past.

With as much promptitude and precision as if they had belonged to the
regular cavalry, Captain Hornyold's troop came up. By the side of
their leader rode Jane Lane, but she proceeded no further, being
called upon by the king to take a place beside him.

Each little troop rode past in rapid succession--each being commended
by the king in no measured terms--and they all deserved his praises,
for a finer set of men were never got together.

Almost all of them were in the full vigour of manhood, and the ardour
displayed in their looks and bearing, and in the shouts they could not
repress, formed a striking contrast to the sullen visages and moody
silence of the Scottish soldiers, who seemed to regard their new
comrades with aversion.

But the coldness of the Scots was more than compensated for by the
genuine enthusiasm of the citizens, who put no bounds to their
rapturous delight, and shouted lustily as the new troops rode by.
Every officer, and indeed almost every one in each company, being
known, they were familiarly addressed by name, and cheered
individually as well as collectively by the spectators.

After defiling past the king, the troops were formed into four
regiments of five hundred each--respectively commanded by Colonel
Mervin Touchet, Colonel Legge, Colonel Wogan, and Colonel Lane.

Attended by Lord Talbot, Sir John Pakington, Sir Walter Blount, Sir
Ralph Clare, Sir Rowland Berkley, and Sir John Winford, the king rode
slowly past them--ever and anon raising his hat--and manifesting by
his looks the high gratification he felt.

Amid the loud and reiterated cheers of the concourse, his majesty then
returned to the city--preceded by Colonel Pitscottie and his
Highlanders, and attended by the gentlemen we have just mentioned.



Chapter 10. THE BIVOUAC ON THE PLAIN

Shortly after the king's departure, two of the newly-raised regiments
proceeded to the quarters temporarily assigned them in the city. Next
day they encamped on the west side of the river. The regiments left
behind remained where they were, and commenced their experience of
military life by bivouacking on the plain. They did not undergo much
hardship, since the night was fine and warm, and the moon being nearly
at the full, every object was as distinctly visible as during daytime.

As far as eatables and drinkables were concerned, the newly-enrolled
troops had no reason to complain. Plenty of provisions and an abundant
supply of good liquor--ale, perry, cider, canary, sack, and other
wines, were sent them by the mayor and sheriff. Though novices in the
art of war, the new soldiers were adepts in drinking, and could empty
their cups as well as the oldest campaigner. Every Cavalier was
welcome to a share of their runlet of sack or claret--but they did not
invite the Scottish soldiers.

Though the night was fine and warm, as we have described, they kept up
their fires, and sat around them to a late hour. These groups, with
arms piled, and horses picketed beside them, lent a very picturesque
appearance to this part of the plain. Further on could be seen the
tents of the Scottish soldiers, bathed in moonlight, but few were
stirring near them except the sentinels. It would almost seem as if
the Scots had retired to rest earlier than their wont to avoid hearing
the songs and laughter of their roystering comrades. A great noise was
undoubtedly made, for a dozen Cavalier ditties were chanted at the
same time by different parties. At last, however, the recruits grew
tired of singing, and began to talk of the war. Round each fire were
collected individuals who had fought at both sieges of Worcester, and
these now favoured their companions with their recollections of those
stirring times.

"Nine years ago," said a burly-looking young man, who had been
addressed as Martin Vosper, "I was just nineteen--so you will readily
guess my age now--and I was then 'prentice to Mr. Lysons, the present
worthy mayor of Worcester. The city, as you know, has always been
loyal, and for that reason was regarded from the very first with
especial disfavour by the rebellious Parliament. In 1642, our faithful
Worcester, for I love to call it so, declared for the king, opened its
gates to Sir John Biron and the three hundred Cavaliers he brought
with him, and fortified its walls. The Roundheads did not leave us
long alone. Lord Say and Colonel Fynes, with a large force, laid siege
to the city; whereupon the king sent word from Oxford that he would
bring fifteen hundred horse and twice as many foot to raise the siege.
Our satisfaction at this agreeable intelligence was damped by hearing
that Lord Essex was marching against us with fourteen thousand men;
but just as we were beginning to despair, Prince Rupert, with his
brother Maurice, threw themselves into the city with a large body of
troops. Then we felt able to set Old Noll himself at defiance. Two
successful stratagems were practised. But I must first describe an
action that took place on this very plain. Determined to strike a
decisive blow before Lord Essex could bring up his forces, Prince
Rupert, on the morning after his arrival, with fifteen troops of
horse, marched forth upon Pitchcroft, and, sounding his trumpets
loudly, challenged the enemy to battle. A gallant sight his troops
made, I can assure you, when drawn up on the plain, for I watched them
from the northern walls. A word about the prince. Never did I behold a
fiercer-looking man. His eye went through you like a rapier. But to
proceed. At first the enemy appeared to decline the challenge, but
they were ready enough to fight, as it turned out, only their forces
were dispersed. Lord Say and Colonel Fynes were elsewhere, as I shall
presently explain, but Colonel Sandys and Colonel Austine brought up
their regiments, and the conflict began. 'Twas a splendid sight. What
tremendous charges Prince Rupert made! How he mowed down the
Roundheads! Still he could not break their ranks. The fight lasted for
a couple of hours with varying success, but the advantage seemed to be
with the prince, when a troop of horse was descried coming from the
Blockhouse fields, and a cry arose that it was the Earl of Essex with
his reinforcements. The alarm proved false, for the troops were those
of Colonel Fynes, but on seeing them, the prince ordered an instant
retreat, and dashed precipitately into the city, whither he was
followed so quickly by the Republicans, that the gate could not be
shut, and a desperate fight ensued, which lasted till midnight, the
streets resounding all the time with the rattle of musketry and the
clash of steel. Many a Cavalier died that night, but not before his
sword was reddened with the blood of his adversaries. The corn-market
was full of wounded and dying. Prince Rupert might have succeeded in
driving out the Republicans, if they had not been strongly reinforced
by Lord Say. At length the prince was compelled to abandon the city,
but he rode at the rear of his troops and drove back the Roundheads
who sought to follow him across the bridge."

"Those confounded Parliamentarians can fight, it must be owned,"
remarked one of the listeners. "But what were the stratagems you spoke
of just now, Vosper?"

"You shall hear, Simon Terret," replied the other. "But first give me
a cup of sack to drink the king's health, and confusion to all rebels.
From what I am about to relate you will perceive that the conflict on
Pitchcroft was part of a cleverly-devised scheme, that ought to have
succeeded better than it did. Prince Rupert having ascertained from
his scouts that Lord Say had taken a detachment of a thousand men to
Powick, while another equally large detachment had been taken by
Colonel Fynes to Perry Wood--the object of the two Republican
commanders being to surround the prince, as his highness perfectly
understood--he endeavoured to out-manuvre them. With this design a
clever spy was sent to Powick, who represented himself as a servant to
the Earl of Essex, and stated, with an air of great plausibility, that
Cromwell had entered Worcester--and that, if Lord Say advanced
immediately, the retreat of the Royalists would infallibly be cut off.
Duped by the man's apparent sincerity, Lord Say acted on the advice,
and fell into an ambuscade that cost him five-and-twenty men. Colonel
Fynes was imposed on in much the same manner. A messenger galloped up
to Perry Wood and informed him that Prince Rupert was advancing with
ten thousand men, whereupon he fell back four miles. But he found out
the stratagem rather too soon. It was his force that subsequently
alarmed Prince Rupert and caused his highness to retreat into the
city. Had not this discovery occurred, the prince would have beaten
the enemy in detail."

"I think I have heard that those two clever spies were hanged,"
remarked Terret.

"Ay marry, were they," replied Vosper. "They were hanged with several
other good citizens and staunch Royalists on a gallows as high as
Haman's, which was set up in the market-place by Old Noll."

"Would Old Noll were hanged on a like gallows!" cried several voices.

"The Jus Furcarum was an enviable privilege," remarked one of the
circle. "If I possessed the right, as did the old priors of St. Mary,
I would hang every Roundhead rogue of them all."

"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed the others.

"Ah! never shall I forget the barbarities practised by Essex's
soldiers when they took the city," observed Vosper. "Heaven preserve
us from a repetition of such dreadful usage. But all these severities
did not check the loyal spirit of the citizens. You recollect the
second siege in 1646, Trubshaw," he observed to another person near
him, "when Worcester was invested by Sir William Brereton and Colonel
Birch?"

"Ay, Colonel Henry Washington was governor at the time," replied
Trubshaw--"as brave a man as ever drew sword, and as loyal."[1]
"Several skirmishes occurred outside the walls, but there was an
affair at St. John's in which I, myself, took part. The Parliamentary
generals had blockaded the city on that side, lining the approaches to
St. John's with musketeers, and quartering a large force behind the
tower. Determined to dislodge them, Governor Washington sallied forth
one night with a couple of hundred horse, of whom I myself was one,
and five hundred foot. Tybridge-street, which you know leads to the
bridge from St. John's, was strongly barricaded by the enemy, but we
drove back their advanced guard to Cripplegate, where being reinforced
by horse and foot, they made a stand, but they could not resist our
brave commander, who attacked them with such vigour that he quickly
routed them, and would have put them all to the sword if they had not
sought refuge in the church. We set fire to the houses in Cripplegate,
so they could no longer find shelter there. In this sortie we killed a
hundred of the enemy, and took ten prisoners. Our own loss was
trifling. Governor Washington gained much credit by the achievement."

"Not more than he deserved," remarked another of the interlocutors
named Barkesdale. "Governor Washington was a man of undaunted
resolution, as his answer shows, when he was summoned to surrender the
city. 'It may be easy,' he wrote to General Fairfax, 'for your
excellency to procure his majesty's commands for the disposal of this
garrison. Till then I shall make good the trust reposed in me. As for
conditions, if necessitated, I shall make the best I can. The worst I
know, and fear not."

"A brave answer!" cried Vosper. "Did you know Captain Hodgkins?
'Wicked Will,' as he was called by the Roundheads?"

"Know him! ay," rejoined Barkesdale. "Captain Hodgkins drank deeper,
and fought harder, than any Cavalier of his day. One night, after he
had emptied half a dozen flasks of claret, he crossed the bridge with
a small band of boon companions, surprised the enemy's guard at
Cripplegate, drove them back as far as the Bull Ring, which you know
is close to St. John's, and put several of them to the sword. In
returning, he fell from his horse in Tybridge-street, and not being
able to walk, was tossed into a boat and rowed across the Severn. In
another sally, being somewhat more sober, he brought back seven
prisoners."

"Seven prisoners! ha! ha!" laughed the whole circle.

"'Tis a pity he did not die a soldier's death," observed Trubshaw.
"His body was found in the Severn below the city, near Bunshill.
Whether he was accidentally drowned, or thrown into the river, is
uncertain."

"Wicked Will's death was a judgment," observed a deep voice behind
them.

Trubshaw and some others turned at the remark, and perceived a tall,
thin man, moving away in the direction of the river. Hitherto this
person had eluded observation as he had been standing among the
horses.

"A spy has been amongst us!--a Roundhead!" cried Vosper, springing to
his feet.

"Seize the rogue and make him give an account of himself!" cried
Trubshaw, likewise starting up. "What ho! Stand!" he shouted.

The spy paid no heed to the summons, but speeded towards the river.
The Scottish sentries were too far off to challenge him, and did not
fire.

Vosper and Trubshaw started in pursuit. But the spy reached the river
before them, and jumped into a boat, which he had doubtless moored to
the bank. When his pursuers came up he was pulling vigorously across
the stream. A pistol was fired at him by Vosper, but without effect.

With a mocking laugh he then altered his course, and rowing down the
stream, soon disappeared beneath one of the narrow arches of the
bridge.



Chapter 11. COLONEL ROSCARROCK RELATES HOW THE EARL OF DERBY WAS
ROUTED AT WIGAN

Ill news came to Charles on the morrow.

He was in his cabinet with his secretary, Captain Fanshaw, when
Careless entered and informed him that Colonel Roscarrock was without.

"Roscarrock!" exclaimed the king, struck by Careless's looks. "What
news brings he from the Earl of Derby?"

"Ask me not, I beseech you, my liege," rejoined Careless, sadly. "The
colonel will tell his own tale. I grieve to say he is wounded."

Comprehending at once what had occurred, Charles merely said, "Bring
in Colonel Roscarrock."

And as the aide-de-camp departed, he arose and paced the cabinet with
anxious steps, trying to summon his firmness for the painful
interview.

Presently Careless returned supporting the colonel, whose left arm was
in a sling.

Roscarrock was a tall, soldier-like, handsome man, but loss of blood
and excessive fatigue gave a haggard expression to his features. The
dusty state of his apparel and boots showed that he had ridden far.

"Alas, sire, I bring you bad news!" he exclaimed, in dolorous accents.

"Be seated, colonel, and I will hear you," said Charles, aiding him to
a chair. "We have sustained a defeat, I perceive, but ere you enter
into details, relieve my anxiety respecting the Earl of Derby."

"His lordship is sore hurt," replied Roscarrock, "but he is in safety,
and will be with your majesty ere many days."

"Thank Heaven for that!" exclaimed Charles, earnestly.

"You have lost many loyal subjects and brave soldiers, sire," pursued
Roscarrock. "Lord Widdrington is mortally wounded, if not dead. Sir
William Throckmorton cannot survive. Sir Thomas Tildesley, Colonel
Boynton, Colonel Trollope, and Colonel Galliard are slain."

"Alas! brave Widdrington! Alas! brave Tildesley! have I lost you?"
ejaculated Charles, mournfully. "Where did this dire disaster occur?"

"At Wigan, in Lancashire, my liege," returned Roscarrock. "At first,
everything promised success. As your majesty's lieutenant, the Earl of
Derby had issued his warrant commanding all your loyal subjects to
meet him in arms at Preston, and he had collected six hundred horse
and about nine hundred foot. With this force he marched to Wigan, with
the design of proceeding to Manchester, where he not only hoped to
surprise Cromwell's regiment of infantry but expected to obtain five
hundred recruits. I need not tell your majesty that I was with his
lordship. In a lane near the town we encountered Colonel Lilburn with
a regiment of horse. Our men shouted loudly as we dashed upon the
enemy, and fought so well that they drove Lilburn to the end of the
lane. But a reserve of horse coming up changed the fortune of the day.
What could our raw recruits do against Lilburn's veterans? Owing to
the earl's reckless daring, he was wounded early in the conflict,
which lasted upwards of an hour. How can I relate the disastrous
issue? Suffice it, the rout was total. Our men were panic-stricken,
and could not be rallied. Hundreds were slain in flight. Pursued by a
party of horse, the earl dashed into Wigan, and turned into a narrow
street. Observing an open door, he flung himself from his steed and
entered the house. A woman recognised him, and barred the door,
enabling him to escape through a garden at the back before the
Roundheads could search the house. By a miracle almost the noble
fugitive got out of the town, which was filled with Parliamentary
soldiers, and shaped his course towards the south. I was proceeding
slowly in the same direction, when Providence--for I like not to call
it chance--brought us together near Newport. At the house of a
Royalist gentleman named Watson, we met another true man, Mr. Snead,
who volunteered to conduct us to a lonely house called Boscobel,
standing on the borders of two counties--Shropshire and
Staffordshire--where we could remain safely hidden till our wounds
were healed. We gladly accepted the offer. I rested one night at
Boscobel, when feeling able to proceed to Worcester, I came on. Lord
Derby was too weak to accompany me, but bade me say that your majesty
may count on seeing him in a few days."

"I thought to see him with two thousand men at his back," exclaimed
Charles, in a melancholy and somewhat despondent tone. "But the hope
ought never to have been indulged. Treat it as we may, Roscarrock,
this defeat at Wigan is a heavy blow to our cause. 'Twill encourage
the enemy, and dishearten our own troops. Lilburn will join Cromwell."

"He has already joined him, sire, with his regiment of horse,"
remarked Roscarrock. "I should have been here before, had I not
experienced much difficulty in getting nigh Worcester, owing to the
enemy's numerous outposts. Would I had a sword like Widdrington's, and
an arm like his to wield it!" he continued, with a grim smile.
"Widdrington cut down half a dozen dragoons ere he was overpowered. In
losing him your majesty has lost the tallest of your subjects, and the
strongest."

"But not the bravest, while hardy Ned Roscarrock is left me," said
Charles. "But you need refreshment and rest, colonel, and you must
have both, or you will never be able to fight for me, and I may call
upon you to attack Lilburn again before long."

"Your majesty will find me ready, call on me when you will," returned
Roscarrock.

With Careless's assistance he then arose and withdrew, leaving the
king alone with his secretary.



Chapter 12. HOW URSO GIVES WAS WEDDED TO MARY RUSHOUT

Amid his manifold distractions, Careless had not forgotten pretty Mary
Rushout. Twice had he seen her at her grandmother's dwelling in Angel-
lane, but on the second occasion she prayed him with tears in her eyes
never to come to the house again.

"We must part," she said; "and it would have been better if we had
never met. Urso, you know, is exceedingly jealous, and keeps the
strictest watch over me. He saw you enter the house last night, and
waited outside till you departed."

"He must have waited long," remarked Careless, smiling.

"Ah! it's no laughing matter, I can assure you," cried Mary. "Urso is
a terrible man. I won't tell you how bitterly he reviled you, but he
said you had better look to yourself if you came to Angel-lane again.
I shouldn't wonder if he is on the watch now. Ay, there he is of a
surety," she added, stepping towards the little lattice window, and
peeping out into the lane.

"Heed him not," cried Careless, drawing her back. "I was going--but,
to punish him, I'll stay an hour longer."

"No, no--you mustn't--indeed you mustn't!" she exclaimed. "It will
drive him frantic, and when he is in one of his rages, he is capable
of killing me. You must go immediately."

"Impossible, sweetheart. I have much to say to you. Don't trouble
yourself about this jealous Roundhead. Leave me to deal with him. I'll
crop his ears still more closely to his head. Why don't you give him
up?"

"Unluckily, I've plighted my troth to him, or I would."

"Never mind, that, sweetheart. I'll liberate you from your pledge."

"You graceless Cavaliers will swear anything, and care not for
breaking your vows--that's what Urso says."

"Truce to Urso. You will believe me, when I swear that I love you."

"No; because I find you do not regard an oath."

"Bah! promise to love me."

"No; because it would be sinful to make such a promise. Urso himself
would say so."

"Urso again!--confound him! I must find means to free you from this
tie--even if I sever it with my sword."

"That won't make me love you--rather hate you. But you must really go.
Pray do not quarrel with Urso."

"If he stops me, I shall assuredly chastise him. Adieu, sweetheart!
Expect me at the same hour to-morrow?"

"No, no--you must not come--indeed, you must not."

But she seemed so little in earnest, that Careless construed her
prohibition in the opposite sense, and believed she wished him to
come.

As he went forth, Angel-lane--a narrow street running nearly parallel
with the walls on the north of the city, in the direction of All
Hallows--appeared quite deserted, and he thought that Urso Gives was
gone. But he had scarcely reached the church, when a tall figure
stepped from behind a buttress and barred his path.

"Out of my way, fellow!" he cried, haughtily, feeling sure it was
Urso.

"Not till I have spoken with you," rejoined the other, maintaining his
ground.

The Independent then continued, in a stern, menacing voice, "On the
peril of your life, I forbid you to re-enter the house you have just
profaned by your presence. You have beguiled the damsel who dwells
there by your false speeches, and have sought to corrupt her. You
cannot feign ignorance that she is my affianced wife, for I myself
heard her tell you so."

"Since you have been playing the spy, you might easily have learnt
that I am coming again to-morrow night at the same hour," rejoined
Careless, in a mocking tone.

"Think it not," rejoined Urso, fiercely. "Since you will not be
deterred from your evil courses by the warning given you, look to
yourself!"

And suddenly drawing forth the long tuck-sword which he held under his
cloak, he placed its point at the other's breast.

Careless sprang back and so saved his life, and drawing his own sword,
their blades were instantly crossed.

Notwithstanding his eminently peaceful vocation, Urso proved no
contemptible swordsman, and Careless failed to disarm him as soon as
he expected. The clash of steel roused the inmates of the houses, and
some of them opened their doors, but when they perceived that an
officer of rank was engaged with a Roundhead they did not interfere.

Mary Rushout, however, came forth, screaming with terror, and reached
the combatants just as Careless, having knocked Urso's weapon from his
grasp, seized him by the throat, and forced him down upon his knees,
exclaiming:

"Sue for mercy, caitiff hound, or I will despatch thee!"

"Spare him, gentle sir!--spare him!" cried Mary, seizing the
Cavalier's arm.

"He owes his worthless life to your intercession, sweet Mary," cried
Careless, spurning Urso from him. "If he is not sufficiently grateful
for the obligation, let me know, and I will sharpen his gratitude.
Adieu, till to-morrow!"

And sheathing his sword, he strode away.

Quite crestfallen at his discomfiture, and eager to escape from the
jeers of the neighbours who had come forth, Urso picked up his tuck-
sword and hurried back to the house with Mary.

What passed between them need not be recounted. It will be sufficient
to state the result.

Not till the second evening after the occurrence just described, did
Careless return to Angel-lane. His duties to the king had detained him
in the interval.

After tapping softly at the door of Mary's dwelling, he raised the
latch, but the door was fastened, and he was compelled to knock more
loudly. Still, no answer to the summons. He listened intently, but not
the slightest sound was to be heard within; neither was any light
visible through the little lattice window.

While he was making another ineffectual attempt to obtain admittance,
a glover, who lived next door, came forth and told him that Dame
Rushout and Mary were gone.

"Gone! Whither?" cried Careless.

"That is more than I am able to inform your honour," replied the
glover; "but you are not likely to see Mary again, since Master Gives
has taken her way."

"'Sdeath! did she consent to go with him?"

"She could not very well refuse, seeing that she has become his wife,"
responded the glover.

"Amazement!" cried Careless. "I could not have believed she would wed
him."

"No one expected it, though the marriage has been long talked of,"
said the glover. "But we think her grandam must have wrought upon Mary
to consent--for she herself seemed wondrously reluctant. Be this as it
may, and I cannot speak for certain, she and Urso were married by the
Reverend Laban Foxe, an Independent minister, and soon after the
ceremony--if ceremony it can be called--Urso and his bride, with the
old dame, quitted Worcester."

Careless had heard enough, and strode away to hide his vexation.



Chapter 13. SHOWING HOW THE KING HAD FORTIFIED THE CITY

The fortifications of Worcester having now been completely repaired
and considerably extended by Charles, it may be necessary to take
another survey of them.

On the south, the city was provided with a double enceinte--Sidbury-
gate and the Commandery being completely enclosed by the newly raised
lines. On the south-east, the outer fence extended from Fort Royal
almost to Friars'-gate. On the other side, the new line of
fortifications ran towards the Severn, covering the Moat, and the
strong old wall behind it--a boundary wall built by a prior of the
Convent of St. Mary early in the thirteenth century--and forming an
outer defence to the Castle Mound, with which it was connected. The
Castle Hill, as we have already had occasion to remark, was strongly
fortified, and had become almost as formidable as Fort Royal itself,
with which it was now linked by the new line of fortifications. These
new fortifications were necessarily not very strong, but they answered
their purpose. In the fields opposite Friars'-gate, and facing Perry
Wood, stood an old blockhouse, which had more than once fallen into
the hands of the former besiegers of the city. Dismantled by Colonel
James, the Blockhouse had now been put into repair, and was garrisoned
and provided with ammunition, its commander being Colonel Blague, on
whose courage and fidelity Charles could perfectly rely. The district
in which the old fortress stood is still known as the "Blockhouse
Fields." Right and left of St. Martin's-gate, which looked towards
King's Hill, as the acclivity was naturally enough designated after
Charles's encampment upon it, a new bastion had been constructed. Two
more bastions strengthened the northern ramparts, and at the north-
west angle of the walls, not far from St. Clement's Church, removed in
later times, stood a strong fort, the guns of which commanded the
bridge. The tower in the centre of the bridge was well armed and well
manned, as was the fort at the western extremity of the bridge.
Proceeding along Tybridge-street to Cripplegate, the scene of many a
former conflict in the days of Sir John Biron and Governor Washington,
and of wild Will Hodgkins's mad exploits, we come to St. John's, where
General Dalyell's brigade was quartered--all the approaches to this
outwork being as strongly barricaded, as when the dangerous suburb
formed a Leaguer for the Parliamentarians in 1646.

From the foregoing hasty survey, it will be seen that the city was now
in a thorough state of defence, and was especially strong on the south
and south-east. Owing to the active zeal and forethought of the mayor
and the sheriff, it was abundantly provisioned and well stored with
forage.

On the enemy's approach, as a precautionary measure, it was resolved
by the council of war to burn all the suburbs on the north and east--a
determination that inspired great terror, since Foregate-street
contained a large number of inhabitants, and Lawrence-lane, leading
from Friars'-gate to the Blockhouse was also a populous district.

Fort Royal now mounted some large ordnance, and was regarded by its
defenders as impregnable. Including the fortifications, it contained
upwards of fifteen hundred men, among whom were the most skilful
engineers in the royal army. Fort Royal was commanded by Sir Alexander
Forbes, an officer of great experience and resolution, and
distinguished as the first knight made by Charles in Scotland. The
Duke of Hamilton's headquarters were at the Commandery--a hospital
founded in the eleventh century by Bishop Wulstan, the saintly prelate
who commenced the present cathedral. Two centuries later, the Master
of the Hospital assumed the title of Preceptor, or Commander, whence
the designation of the structure. The Commandery is one of the most
picturesque old edifices in Worcester. Of its beautiful refectory,
roofed with Irish oak, in which the king dined with the duke on the
day before the battle, we shall have to speak hereafter.

The command of the fort on the Castle Mound had been intrusted to the
Earl of Rothes, Sir William Hamilton, and Colonel Drummond, who had
under them two brigades of Scottish infantry, with some artillery.
Colonel Lesley's regiment of cavalry was encamped on the slopes of
King's Hill. But the main body of the army, including the newly-raised
troops, had now been moved to the western side of the river, where the
camp extended for some miles towards Malvern. Pitscottie was stationed
at Wick, midway between St. John's and Powick, near a cherry orchard,
in which, nine years previously, the ambuscade was successfully laid
for Lord Say. Montgomery and Keith were at Powick. Scattered troops
were encamped on the left bank of the Severn almost as far as Upton,
where General Massey, as we know, was posted to defend the pass.

Such was the disposition of the royal forces--when it was found that
Cromwell was pushing his outposts round the city on the south and
south-east, and that the main body of the Parliamentary army was
between Stoulton and White Lady Aston, which latter place the Lord
General himself had made his head-quarters.

Charles was not much disquieted by the intelligence. His spirit rose
with the difficulties he had to encounter, and his cheerfulness and
gaiety inspired confidence in all with whom he conversed. But he had
not overcome his suspicions of Lesley, and these suspicions were
almost confirmed by the conduct of the Scottish leader, who persisted
in maintaining his post on King's Hill, whence secret communication
with the enemy might most easily be held.

Jane Lane still remained in Worcester. Charles entreated her to quit
the city before hostilities commenced, but she refused.

"I shall not go unless your majesty commands," she said. "Then I must
perforce obey. But I beseech you to let me remain. I may be of some
use; and my brother will take care of me."

Naturally, there was much speculation amongst the Royalist leaders as
to where the attack would begin, some mentioning one place, some
another; but Jane ventured to remark to the king that the first blow
would be struck at Upton-on-Severn. She had ridden thither with her
brother and Sir Clement Fisher, and while they were examining the
broken bridge with General Massey, her quick eye detected a small
reconnoitring party of the enemy in an orchard on the opposite side of
the river. The Parliamentarians were quickly put to flight by a few
musket-shots from Massey's dragoons, but Jane declared they would
return, and in much greater force. And she was right.



Chapter 14. BY WHAT MEANS GENERAL LAMBERT GAINED THE PASS AT UPTON
BRIDGE

Early next morning--August 28th--Major General Lambert, who had
crossed the Avon at Pershore on the previous day, and passed the night
at Strensham, advanced with a regiment of horse and three troops of
dragoons towards Upton Bridge, with the condition of which he had been
made acquainted by the reconnoitring party he had sent on. No
information of his movements reached Massey, and as he approached the
river he was sheltered by the orchard previously described. On
examination he found that, although the central arch of the bridge was
destroyed, a plank had been most incautiously laid across the piers
for the convenience of foot-passengers. Moreover, not more than three
or four dragoons were on guard at the time. How so important a
passage, on the security of which the royal army mainly depended,
chanced to be so slenderly guarded, seemed inexplicable to him.
Nevertheless, he greatly rejoiced, and firmly believed that Providence
had favoured him.

At the very time when they ought to have been on the look-out,
watching for their active and daring foe, Massey's troops were
scattered about the single street, which formed the quiet little town,
as careless and unconcerned as if no surprise were to be apprehended,
and the fate of a great kingdom did not depend upon their vigilance.
General Massey himself was at breakfast at the little hostel, and not
a single officer was on duty. It is true they were close at hand,
since the street led direct to the bridge, but not near enough, as the
event showed.

General Lambert could not have chosen a more opportune moment for his
approach. He had taken the Royalists completely unawares, and they
certainly betrayed unpardonable negligence. Even the few dragoons on
guard seemed half asleep, and were reclining drowsily against the
parapets of the bridge.

Nothing could be more peaceful--nothing more lovely than the scene--
and yet how soon, how terribly, was its calmness to be disturbed!--its
beauty destroyed! Round the tower of the grey old church the swallows
were wheeling; some sounds arose from the quiet little town, but they
were not unpleasant to the ear; a few barks were moored to the bank
below the town, but their owners seemed infected by the general
indolence, as did some other persons who were fishing lower down the
stream. The smooth, broad river flowed calmly on, save where its
current encountered the remains of the broken arch of the bridge,
against which it split and struggled. Partly destroyed as it was, the
old stone bridge somewhat marred the peaceful character of the scene,
yet it did not detract from its effect. Lambert was struck with the
beauty of the view as he gazed at it, yet he hesitated not to play the
part of a destroyer.

"Look yonder, Corporal Lightbound," he cried to a sour-visaged soldier
near him. "Behold how these malignants keep guard. When they should be
watchful, they are eating and drinking, or slumbering on their posts.
They have broken their bridge to hinder us, yet have they foolishly
laid down a plank whereby we may pass over and destroy them. Of a
truth this is the Lord's doing. He has delivered them into our hands.
Thou, corporal art chosen for the work. Take with thee a score of
musketeers on whom thou canst best rely. Cross over the plank as
quickly as thou mayest, and possess thyself of the church. Thou canst
easily maintain the post till I come to thine aid. The river must be
fordable yonder," he added, pointing to a place below the bridge,
where the current was rushing swiftly over a pebbly bed, and where a
man who had reached a large stone, almost in the mid-stream, was
fishing. The Severn, we may incidentally remark, had not then been
dammed up at intervals, as is now the case, to preserve a constant
depth of water for trading navigation.

"Truly, a fording party might well cross yonder, general," remarked
Lightbound.

"The position yon man has attained proves it. He must have waded to
that stone. There I will cross with the whole of my force."

"You will find me within the church with my men, general."

"I nothing doubt it," rejoined Lambert. "Fear not. The Lord is with
thee, and will enable thee to surprise the enemy. And now about the
work."

A man of great resolution, and appalled by no danger, Corporal
Lightbound instantly obeyed. Selecting twenty musketeers, each as
stalwart and fearless as himself, and bidding them follow him, he left
the orchard.

So unlooked-for was the attempt, that the attacking party reached the
bridge, and indeed were only a few yards from the broken arch, before
they were discovered by the drowsy guard.

"Let me go first, corporal," said a soldier. "Thy life is more
precious than mine."

"Nay, Zachariah; the command belongs of right unto me," cried
Lightbound, sternly and authoritatively. "I may not yield it--and I
will not."

But Zachariah pressed forward, and went on to his death.

So offended was Corporal Lightbound at this act of insubordination,
that he allowed all the others to pass on before him, whereby his own
life was preserved.

Meantime the Royalist guard, aroused at last to a sense of danger,
shouted loudly, "Arms! Arms!" and sprang forward to dispute the
passage.

The foremost of them discharged his musket at Zachariah, who was now
crossing the plank, sword in hand. The shot took effect. Zachariah
tottered, and fell upon the huge stones lying beneath him, scarce
covered by water.

Another shot was instantly fired, and did execution upon the second
soldier, who likewise dropped into the river.

The Royalists shouted, but their triumph was short-lived, for the
bullets of the musketeers killed them both, and their comrades took to
their heels.

By this time the call to arms having been loudly beaten, troopers and
dragoons came rushing from the street to the scene of action. But they
were not quick enough to prevent the assailing party from gaining
possession of the church, the door of which, fortunately for them,
chanced to be left open.

Everything favoured them, and they might well think, as their leader
affirmed, that Heaven had declared itself on their side.

No sooner had they entered than the church door was closed and barred.
Musketeers were placed at each window--with others behind them--and
every possible precaution for the defence of the place was taken by
Corporal Lightbound. Churches constantly served as fortresses in those
days--and very good fortresses they made, as we see.

Cursing his own imprudence, General Massey rushed from the little
hostel, sprang on his charger, and galloped to the bridge, followed by
a small body of cavalry.

His first aim was to dislodge the detachment that had gained
possession of the church, but when he rode into the churchyard with
his troopers for this purpose, they were received by a well-directed
volley from within, that killed several men and horses, and threw the
rest of the troop into confusion. Massey himself was wounded in the
hand.

Nothing daunted, the Royalists rode close up to the windows, fired
their pistols into the church, and tried to reach their enemies, with
their swords, but did them little hurt. The Parliamentarians, on the
contrary, returned the fire with deadly effect, being able to aim
deliberately at their opponents.

With the second volley, the churchyard was strewn with horses and
wounded and dying men. Attempts were made by the Royalists to force an
entrance to the church, but the windows were secured by bars, and the
door being fashioned of stout oak and clamped with iron, their efforts
were futile, and only excited the derision of the enemy.

By this time a regiment of cavalry had come up, and all seemed over
with the brave men in the church. Massey ordered the door to be blown
open; but ere a petard could be fixed to it, a fresh alarm was given.

The main body of the enemy was at hand.

While the attack on the church was taking place, Lambert had succeeded
in fording the river at the place he had indicated, without any loss
whatever, and was now hastening with his whole force to support the
small detachment previously sent over.

Massey prepared to meet him, but his troops were utterly unable to
resist the overwhelming force brought against them. Their ranks were
broken on the first charge, and they made a head-long retreat into
Upton, all Massey's efforts to check them being vain.

On gaining the street, which, as we have said, led to the bridge, they
were reinforced, and faced the foe; but the conflict was of short
duration, and ended in the complete rout of the Royalists, numbers of
whom were slain.

Massey performed desperate acts of valour, needlessly exposing his
life.

Surrounded by a party of dragoons, he extricated himself; and although
wounded in the attack on the church, and subsequently hit in several
places--two horses being shot under him--he managed to conduct his
shattered troops safely to Worcester.

Pursuit was not continued far by Lambert, who was more intent on
securing the pass he had gained than anxious to destroy the enemy. He
knew the immense importance attached by Cromwell to the possession of
Upton Bridge, and he also knew the effect its loss would inevitably
have on the young king's fortunes.

Master of the all-important pass, he ordered the bridge to be repaired
with all possible despatch.



Chapter 15. HOW CROMWELL RECONNOITRED THE CITY FROM RED HILL

No attempt was made by either of the Royalist commanders stationed on
the western side of the Severn to repair Massey's disastrous defeat at
Upton. The first tidings received of the conflict by Dalyell were from
the wounded general himself, and it was then too late to act.
Montgomery did not dare to quit his post at Powick, nor to detach
Keith with any troops. Early next day, Upton Bridge having been
sufficiently repaired to allow them to pass over it, Lambert was
joined by Fleetwood, Ingoldsby, and Harrison, with their regiments of
horse and foot; so there were now ten thousand Parliamentary soldiers
at Upton. The Royalist troops encamped at Old Hills, on New-land-
green, and at Lewthorn, drew closer to Worcester, and a new camp was
formed between Upper Wick and Pitmarston.

No one profited more by Lambert's victory than Judge Lechmere. Not
only did he escape payment of the fine imposed upon him by Massey,
which became due on the very day when that general was worsted, but he
got rid of his obnoxious guests, and avoided all further pains and
penalties, for if Massey had not been compelled to beat a hasty
retreat, he would assuredly have carried him off as a prisoner. As
soon as he could venture forth with safety, the judge rode over to
Upton to congratulate Lambert on his victory. At the same time, he
begged him to make Severn End his head-quarters. The Parliamentary
general willingly accepted the offer, and was installed that night in
the room which his adversary had quitted in the morning, with the full
intention of returning to it.

Next day, the other generals who had just crossed the river were
established at Severn End, and treated by the judge with the greatest
hospitality. Whatever personal annoyance he had endured, Judge
Lechmere could not complain that his house had been damaged or
plundered by the Cavaliers; and this was more than could be said of
Captain Hornyold's residence--Blackmore Park--which was stripped by
the rapacious Republicans, Colonels Goff and Gibbons. Madresfield
Court was summoned by Fleetwood to surrender, but the commander of the
garrison refused, and the siege was postponed.

Lambert's victory was in the highest degree satisfactory to Cromwell.
The seizure of the pass at Upton Bridge was part of the Lord General's
plan, but it had been accomplished more expeditiously than he had
anticipated. Though some miles off on the south of the city with the
main body of his army, he was in constant communication with his
generals, and directed all their movements. On the 28th of August, as
we have previously mentioned, he made White Lady Aston, distant about
five miles from Worcester, his head-quarters; and on that evening he
was joined by Colonel Lilburn, who had arrived with his victorious
troops from Wigan, in Lancashire.

The old manor-house of White Lady Aston, which originally belonged to
a nunnery of the Benedictine order, situated in the northern suburbs
of Worcester, was now occupied by Mr. Symonds, and by this gentleman,
a thorough-going Republican, Cromwell was heartily welcomed. Almost
midway between this place and Red Hill, until quite recently, had
stood another fine old manor-house, belonging to Sir Robert Berkeley,
and it was in this large mansion, the position of which perfectly
suited him, that the Lord General meant to fix his quarters; but he
learnt from his friend Mr. Symonds that the mansion no longer
existed--it having been burnt down only three days previously by the
Scottish Presbyterians, because Sir Robert Berkeley, its owner, when
one of the Justices of the King's Bench in the time of the late king,
had given his opinion for ship money.

Judge Berkeley, we may remark, had been very hardly used. Impeached
for high treason, he was fined twenty thousand pounds, deprived of his
office, and imprisoned in the Tower. His house had been plundered by
the Parliamentarians in the first siege of Worcester, and now it was
burnt down by the soldiers of the sovereign, whose cause he warmly
supported. Nevertheless, his loyalty was unimpaired. It is to this
high-minded and charitable man that Worcester owes the Berkeley
Hospital.

As Cromwell rode through Spetchley Park, on his way to Red Hill, early
next morning, he stopped to look at the blackened ruins of the fine
old mansion, with which he had been well acquainted, and though not
easily moved, he was touched by its melancholy aspect. A pleasant spot
it had been, but it was now an utter ruin--nothing being left standing
except the stables.

"These Scots," he remarked to Dighton, an inferior officer of his life
guards, who was in constant attendance upon him, "have done worse than
the men of Ephraim did, when they threatened to burn down Jephtha's
house upon him with fire. It is a mean and dastardly revenge, and they
will pay for it. Those stables are large," he said, observing them
carefully; "and the rooms connected with them must be commodious. I
will pass the night here. Hold thy peace, Dighton. I know what thou
wouldst say--but I care not if the rooms have been occupied by
grooms."

Dighton gave the necessary orders while the Lord General rode slowly
along the noble avenue of elm-trees that led to the place where the
old mansion once stood. Within Spetchley Park, which was charmingly
wooded, and contained a fine sheet of water, the main body of the
Parliamentary army was encamped. Next came Lord Grey of Groby's
brigade, and the camp continued, at intervals, to Red Hill, where
Lilburn's regiment was now stationed.

As Cromwell approached Red Hill, he heard the sound of cannon, and,
quickening his pace, soon learnt that the guns of Fort Royal had
opened upon Lilburn's troops while they were taking up a position on
the heights.

As no damage was done, Colonel Lilburn did not return the fire. "Let
them waste their ammunition if they will," he said to his engineers.
"They have not too much to spare."

Cromwell was of the same opinion.

"It would be useless to cannonade them from these heights," he said to
Lilburn. "But I will soon get near enough to reach them."

Accompanied by a regiment of musketeers and a train of artillery, he
then rode on to Perry Wood, which, as we know, faced Fort Royal, and,
in order that the movement might not be discovered by the Royalists,
he shaped his course through the Nunnery Wood, so designated because
it had once belonged to the old convent we have alluded to in
describing White Lady Aston, and entered Perry Wood, where his men
could be hidden. He then gave orders that during the night a strong
breastwork should be raised on the south of the hill, and a battery of
heavy guns mounted, which would command Fort Royal.

This done, he returned as he came, attended only by a small escort;
but he halted for a short time at the Nunnery Farm to see what the
enemy were about. The engineers on Fort Royal had not made any
discovery of the troops concealed in Perry Wood, and were still firing
away uselessly at Lilburn's camp on Red Hill.

Throughout the day the Lord General remained with Lilburn, and
together they reconnoitred the enemy from various points of Red Hill,
examining the new lines of fortifications, which surprised them by
their extent, and being much struck by the formidable appearance of
the Castle Mount. But they had troops as well as fortifications to
examine--the main body of the king's army being now posted on this
side of the city.

This was what they beheld. From Friars'-gate on the east to the south-
west angle of the fortifications near the river, the city was
surrounded by troops. Lesley's brigade had descended from King's Hill,
and now occupied the Blockhouse Fields. This Scottish cavalry seemed
to give Cromwell little uneasiness, and he smiled as he pointed them
out to Lilburn, but he did not regard with equal indifference the
large force under the Duke of Hamilton, which occupied the London-
road, and commanded the approach to the Sidbury-gate. Nor did either
of them think lightly of the regiments respectively commanded by the
Duke of Buckingham, Lord Wilmot, Colonel Legge, and Colonel Lane.
Lilburn thought General Middleton's brigade likely to give him
trouble. Middleton's troops were posted near the river, on the spot
where Diglis's Bowling-green was subsequently laid out.

Such was the disposition of the royal forces on the south and south-
east sides of Worcester when the two Parliamentary leaders examined
them from Red Hill. Cromwell looked upon the troops as already
scattered and consumed. But Lilburn was struck by their gallant
appearance, and did not refuse them the tribute of a soldier's
admiration.



Chapter 16. IN WHICH MASSEY PROPOSES A NIGHT ATTACK ON THE ENEMY

The greatest consternation reigned within the city. Massey's defeat at
Upton had been felt as a heavy blow, and the boldest amongst the
Cavaliers were much discouraged by it. The appearance of the enemy on
the southern heights increased the alarm of the citizens, and some of
the most timorous began to think of flight. For the credit of the
loyal city, and its brave inhabitants, we are happy to record that
these were very few in number. A proclamation was made that all who
desired to depart might do so, but none availed themselves of the
permission. The excitement caused by the movement of the troops, and
the cannonade from Fort Royal, soon roused the spirits of the
citizens, and enabled them to shake off their depression. Charles
showed no symptoms of misgiving; but on the contrary, seemed full of
energy and resolution. He paid an early visit to Massey, whose wounds
had detained him at St. John's, but did not reproach the unfortunate
general. Massey, however, could not sufficiently deplore his error.

"I have committed a great fault," he said. "Your majesty may forgive
me; but I can never forgive myself. Here I am, stretched on this
couch, when I ought to be with my regiment! Oh! that Heaven would
grant me sufficient strength to meet the enemy."

"Make yourself easy, general," replied Charles, kindly. "You will soon
be able to serve me again."

"I trust so, sire," groaned Massey. "I shall die if I am kept here
long. Cromwell, I am told, has appeared on Red Hill."

"Lilburn's regiment is on the brow of the hill. Cromwell is at
Spetchley," replied Charles.

"And I am here, and cannot face them," cried the wounded man, in a
tone of anguish.

"Be patient," said Charles.

"I cannot be patient, sire, when I think what might be done. Were I
able to move, I would attack Cromwell in his head-quarters this very
night, and either slay him, or sell my life in the attempt. But I
cannot do it--I cannot do it," he added, sinking back with a groan.

"A night attack might be made upon Lilburn--or upon an outpost,"
observed Charles.

"That is not enough, sire," rejoined Massey, raising himself, and
speaking with such earnestness that for the moment he forgot his
wounds; "Cromwell himself must be reached. I would give twenty lives,
if I had them, to win you the crown."

"I feel your devotion," said Charles. "The attempt might be
successful, but it is so desperate that none but yourself would make
it."

"Yes, sire, there are others--many others--who would not shrink from
the task, but the bravest, the most determined, the most trustworthy
of your generals, is Middleton. Let him take my place."

"Will he take it, think you?"

"Joyfully, sire. I will answer for him as I would for myself. He will
need fifteen hundred of the best horse and foot. Let him take with him
Sir William Keith and Colonel Legge. Both can be relied on. Let the
word be 'Death to the Regicide!' But they must not return until their
work is accomplished."

"I will summon a council forthwith, and lay the matter before them,"
said Charles.

"I pray you do not, sire," rejoined Massey, earnestly. "If the
enterprise is to succeed, it must be kept secret. Confide it only to
those you can trust, as the Duke of Hamilton, Colonel Drummond, and
Sir Alexander Forbes. Above all, let not Lesley hear of it. One word
more, sire, and I have done. The camisade must take place tonight--an
hour after midnight--when the rebels are lulled to repose. Then
Middleton must dash through Lilburn's camp, and cut his way through
all other obstacles to Spetchley."

"I am half inclined to lead the attack myself," said the king.

"It must not be, sire. You would throw away your life. The chances are
a thousand to one against Middleton's return. But that matters little
if he can accomplish his object. Should the enterprise succeed you
will forgive me the loss of Upton Bridge."

"I have already forgiven you," replied Charles. "I will see Middleton
forthwith."

And, bidding Massey a kindly farewell, he took his departure.

The king had intended to visit the camp just formed at Wick, but his
plans being now changed, he crossed the bridge, and sent on Careless
with a message to Middleton, who was posted outside the city, opposite
Frog Gate, with his regiment, bidding the general attend him without
delay at the Commandery, and bring with him Sir William Keith and
Colonel Legge. We have already mentioned that the Duke of Hamilton was
quartered at the Commandery, and on the king's arrival at the ancient
hospital, he found the duke in the refectory--a large and beautifully
proportioned hall, with an open roof of richly ornamented woodwork,
minstrel's gallery, and lofty windows, filled with exquisitely painted
glass. With the duke was Sir Alexander Forbes, the commander of Fort
Royal, and the king remained in converse with them until Careless
appeared with General Middleton and the others.

The whole party then adjourned to an inner room, better adapted than
the refectory, for secret discussion, and Careless was stationed at
the door to prevent all chance of interruption.

The apartment looked on a small garden, and the day being extremely
warm, one of the windows was unluckily left open--unluckily, we say,
for a personage outside, apparently a gardener, contrived to place
himself so near it, that he overheard all that passed within. The
conference did not last long. General Middleton, as Massey had
foreseen, at once undertook the daring enterprise, and both his
companions were eager to share the danger with him.

When all had been discussed and settled, General Middleton said to the
king:

"Your majesty need not fear that the design will be betrayed. Not till
the latest moment shall the men know on what enterprise they are to be
employed and even then they shall not be aware of our precise aim.
Before dawn your majesty shall hear that the blow has been struck, and
if I cannot come myself, some one more fortunate will bring you the
glad tidings."

With this, he took his departure with his companions.



Chapter 17. HOW THE SUBURBS OF THE CITY WERE BURNT

Every moment of that eventful day had its employment for the king, who
had now a most painful duty to perform. Most reluctantly had he given
his assent to the execution of the stern decree of the council of war
which enjoined that all persons dwelling without the walls should
remove their goods forthwith, and take refuge within the city, since
it was necessary that their habitations should be burnt down, in order
that they might not afford shelter to the foe. Now, the suburbs of
Worcester, as we have already explained, were extremely populous, and
consequently great numbers of houses--indeed, several small streets--
were thus doomed to destruction. The greater part of the luckless
occupants obeyed the mandate without a murmur, though it deprived them
of a home. The mayor, the aldermen, and the sheriff rendered every
assistance in their power, and the goods of the poor folks thus
ousted, were temporarily placed in the churches. The king expressed
his profound sympathy for the sufferers, and promised them
compensation for their losses. Alas! it was but a promise.

The occasion called forth the active zeal of Jane Lane, and never had
it been more energetically displayed. Accompanied by Sir Clement
Fisher and her brother, she rode through all the districts destined to
destruction, and wherever she found a little crowd assembled, or heard
murmurs, she halted and earnestly exhorted submission to the decree.

"Blame not the king," she said, "for this severe measure, but blame
the great rebel and regicide, who has rendered it necessary. It is
Cromwell, the murderer of your martyred sovereign, who comes hither to
ravage your city, and slay your rightful king, that he may set himself
up in his place, who thus drives you from your homes. Charles, your
king, loves you, and would save you from this ruthless general and his
fierce and fanatical soldiery, who will put you all to the sword if
they obtain the victory. Resist, therefore, to the uttermost. Better
that your houses should be burnt down than that they should afford
shelter to such an enemy. Better your wives should be driven forth
than exposed to the insults of Cromwell's soldiery. Quit your homes
without hesitation and without murmuring, but with the deep
determination to be avenged upon the foe. 'Tis a sacrifice you are
called upon to make for your king--but we all make sacrifices for him.
Right, justice, truth are on our side: treason of the darkest dye,
rebellion and oppression, are on the other. Fight for your lawful
king. Place your trust in Heaven, and you will triumph over these
bloodthirsty rebels."

While uttering these stirring words, which produced an extraordinary
impression upon those who heard them, she looked as if inspired. Her
beautiful features assumed a very different expression from that which
they ordinarily wore. For the moment they had lost all their softness,
and when speaking of Cromwell, her eyes flashed as with lightning, her
proud nostrils distended, and her delicate lips curled fiercely. Her
beauty, her energetic language, and fiery looks produced, as we have
said, the strongest effect upon her auditors, and roused within them a
burning desire of vengeance. No longer they thought it a hardship to
quit their homes, but were eager to fight for the king, and, if need
be, lay down their lives for him. All feelings of discontent were
subdued, and the greatest enthusiasm for the royal cause was awakened.
Even the women who listened to her were almost as much roused as their
husbands. Nor when she had departed did the effect of her eloquence
subside. Wrath against Cromwell had now taken possession of every
breast. Old Noll was the real author of the cruel decree. Old Noll had
driven them from their homes. Old Noll would burn down the city
itself, and massacre them all, men, women, and children, if he could.
But the king would prevent it. Long live the king! Down with the
Republic!

Night had come on before all the necessary preparations were
completed. Combustibles having been placed in most of the houses, and
bands of men employed to set fire to them at a given signal, the
conflagration began almost simultaneously on every side, and in a
surprisingly short space of time the city was encompassed by a
semicircle of fire. The spires and towers of the churches caught the
red reflection of the flames, and a ruddy glow illumined the massive
roof and tower of the cathedral. All the principal buildings were
lighted up.

Viewed from the heights, it seemed as if the fire, which burnt with
great fierceness, was gaining upon the walls and gates; but this was
not so, all needful precautions having been taken to prevent its too
near approach. Luckily the night was almost calm. A gentle breeze from
the south carried the flames from the city. Overhead hung a cloud of
smoke. The spectacle was magnificent; the soldiers could be seen on
the gates and walls, the engineers on the summit of Fort Royal and the
Blockhouse, while all the troops outside the city were clearly
distinguishable.

The conflagration did the Royalists an unexpected service by revealing
the engineers engaged in raising the breastwork in front of Perry
Wood. The operations of these men were quickly stopped by the guns of
Fort Royal, to which they offered an excellent mark. Two artillerymen
and a matross were killed, and the rest dispersed.

The defenders of the fort, having thus learnt that a detachment of the
enemy was hidden in Perry Wood, continued their cannonade briskly, and
sent shot into different parts of the thicket in the hope of
dislodging the Parliamentarians. Little did they think that among
those whom they had driven off was the Lord General himself, who
chanced at the time to be superintending the construction of the
breastwork. One of the artillerymen was killed close beside him.

With the utmost calmness, Cromwell gave orders to the engineers to
suspend their work till the fire had burnt out, and then deliberately
withdrew to a place of safety, whence he watched the progress of the
conflagration, the cause of which he had comprehended from the first.
Several shots passed over his head and shattered the trees beyond him,
as he stood behind a hedge bank with his constant attendant Dighton.
His curiosity was excited, for the fortifications were snore
completely revealed by this fierce glare than by daylight. He could
count the large guns on Fort Royal, and the sakers, demi-cannons,
culverins, and falcons on the Blockhouse.

"Ha!" he suddenly exclaimed. "Methinks I see the young man, Charles
Stuart, on the summit of yon blustering fort, which he took from
Colonel James, and which I shall soon retake from him. Were he wise,
he would stop this furious and senseless cannonading. But the noise
pleases him. Dost note what he has done, Dighton?"

"He has fortified the city strongly, according to my opinion, your
excellency."

"Ay, he has fenced it--doubly fenced it with high walls and bulwarks--
he has armed his forts better than I thought he could have done,
chiefly yon new fort on the Castle Hill, for this Block-house hath no
real ordnance--and he hath placed his troops with some judgment; but
neither troops nor defences will avail him. There will soon be a
breaking down of the walls, and then woe to those within the city that
has upheld him. I shall not spare them. England must never again be
invaded by a Stuart."

"This pretender to the throne must die on the same scaffold as his
father at Whitehall," observed Dighton.

"'Twere better he should die here at Worcester," rejoined Cromwell,
sternly. "Then these bigoted fools cannot make a martyr of him. In any
case, he must not escape to give me further trouble. I mean not that
he troubles me, but the state."

"I quite understand your excellency."

"Mark well what I say to thee, Dighton," pursued Cromwell. "On the 3rd
of last September, as thou knowest well, a great victory was wrought
at Dunbar; but on the anniversary of that day, now close at hand, a
still greater victory will be achieved here at Worcester. The false
light that has deluded so many will then be as utterly extinguished as
yon fire will be ere long, and nothing more will be heard of Charles
Stuart and his pretensions to the throne. But the power of the army
must then be recognised, and--" He paused, as if unwilling to complete
the sentence.

But Dighton finished it for him, by adding:

"And the ruler of the country can be no other than the Lord General
Cromwell."

"I do not desire to rule, Dighton; but I would have my country well
governed and wisely."

"And no one could govern it so wisely and so well as your excellency--
of that I am assured."

"Thou flatterest me," said Cromwell, not displeased. "But this is idle
talk. The decisive battle has yet to be fought."

"I look upon it as already won," rejoined Dighton. "As the Lord
instructed Joshua how to take Ai, so will he instruct a greater
general than Joshua how to take this rebellious city."

"That the great work will be perfected I nothing doubt," said
Cromwell. "But I have seen enough of yon burning houses, and will
tarry here no longer. I must visit all the outposts, in case a sally
should be made; though, judging from appearances, I do not think aught
will be attempted to-night."

He then made his way through the wood, closely followed by Dighton,
and ere many minutes reached a sheltered spot where his escort awaited
him. Mounting his charger he next proceeded to the camp at Red Hill,
where he found Colonel Lilburn and Lord Grey on horseback and attended
by several officers. They had been watching the conflagration which
was now almost extinguished. Cromwell and Lilburn visited all the
outposts, after which the Lord General rode through the park to
Spetchley.



Chapter 18. HOW URSO GIVES HAD AN INTERVIEW WITH THE LORD GENERAL IN
THE STABLE OF SPETCHLEY MANOR-HOUSE

Viewed by torchlight, as Cromwell beheld it on his arrival there, the
large stable-yard of Spetchley manor-house presented a very curious
sight--being full of musketeers, cuirassiers, lancers, and dragoons,
with their horses. Closely adjoining the stable-yard, and forming not
the least interesting part of the striking scene, were the blackened
walls of the ancient mansion, now silvered by the rays of the moon.

As Cromwell rode into the yard, attended by Colonel Lindsey and
Dighton, he remarked an elderly personage, guarded by two musketeers.

"Ah! you have a prisoner yonder I see, Cornet Hardiman?" he observed
to the officer who came up to him. "Where was he taken?--and who is
he?"

"He was found in a summer-house in the garden, your excellency, and
refuses to give his name," replied the cornet. "As he may be a spy, I
have detained him till your return."

"You have done right," said the Lord General. "Bring him to me."

"Advance, prisoner!" cried the officer. And as the prisoner was
brought forward, Cromwell was struck by his grave looks and
deportment.

"This man cannot be a spy," he thought, after a moment's scrutiny.
"Who art thou? And what dost thou here?" he demanded.

"Truly it would appear that I am an intruder," replied the prisoner,
somewhat haughtily. "Yet I once was master of this mansion."

"If so, you are Sir Robert Berkeley," rejoined Cromwell, surprised.

"Your excellency has said it," rejoined the other. "I am that
unfortunate man."

"Had you declared as much from the first, you would have been set at
liberty," observed the Lord General.

"I am not so sure of that," replied Sir Robert. "I do not think my
word would have been taken. But be that as it may, I cared not to
answer questions rudely put to me by your soldiers. Mistake me not--I
make no complaint of ill-treatment. Such explanation as I have to
offer your excellency I give readily. My habitation having been burnt
down, my stables occupied, I had no place of refuge except my summer-
house, where I sought shelter for the night. There I was found, as
hath just been stated."

"You have only yourself to thank for the detention, Sir Robert,"
rejoined Cromwell. "Though your nephew, Sir Rowland Berkeley of
Cotheridge, is an avowed malignant, and you yourself are known as an
active partisan of Charles Stuart, I will not discredit what you tell
me. You are free; and, furthermore, are free to speak of all you have
seen or heard. You shall be conducted to the nearest outpost, or, if
you desire it, shall be taken to White Lady Aston."

"I will rather sleep beneath a tree than under Mr. Symonds's roof;"
replied the old judge. "If I might ask a favour of your excellency it
would be to be allowed to pass the night in my summerhouse."

"You seem to like the spot," remarked Cromwell, somewhat suspiciously.

"'Tis all that is left me of the old place," replied the judge.

"Well, I will consider of it," said Cromwell. "Have you supped, Sir
Robert?"

"Neither dined nor supped."

"You have fasted too long for a man of your years. You shall sup with
me."

This was said in a more cordial tone than the Lord General had
hitherto adopted.

Dismounting, he gave his horse to a soldier, and ordered Cornet
Hardiman to show him the rooms prepared for him in the stables.

"Come with me, Sir Robert," he added to the old judge, who, of course,
complied with a request amounting to a command.

The stables being full of horses, it seemed at first that there could
be but little accommodation for the Lord General, but the cornet
mounted up a ladder-like flight of stairs, that brought them to a room
which might have been a hay-loft, but which was now furnished with a
table and a few old-fashioned chairs saved from the wreck of the
ruined mansion, On the table were placed cold viands and a couple of
flasks of wine. Covers were laid for four, in case the Lord General
should invite any of his officers to sup with him, as was occasionally
his wont. A lamp set on the table scarcely illumined the loft, but its
glimmer showed the cobwebbed rafters overhead.

"Let Dighton wait below," said Cromwell. "I shall require no
attendance."

As the cornet withdrew, he took off his casque and gauntlets, and
pronounced, with considerable unction, a very long grace, during which
he kept Sir Robert standing. Grace ended at last, he bade him sit down
and fall to--setting him the example. Though the old judge had fasted
so long, he ate little in comparison with his host, and drank only a
single glass of wine. Cromwell, however, partook with right good
appetite of the plain fare set before him, and emptied a large flagon
of sack. While thus employed, he scarcely spoke a word, but he
afforded his guest an excellent opportunity of studying his remarkable
countenance.

With Cromwell's coarse features, disfigured by a large, ill-formed red
nose, against which the Cavaliers never ceased to direct their scurril
jests with his stout, ungainly figure, utterly devoid of dignity and
grace, the reader must be familiar. Yet with all these drawbacks,
which have not been in the slightest degree exaggerated, the Lord
General's physiognomy was very striking. Chiefly so, on account of its
determined and formidable expression. His eye possessed extraordinary
power, and few could brook its glances when he was angered, or when
his suspicions were aroused. His habitual expression was that of bluff
sternness, and he looked like a surly bull-dog, whom no one who valued
a whole skin would care to offend, and yet he could put off this
morose and repelling look when he pleased, and exchange it for one of
rough good-humour. But even when he unbent, he inspired fear. His
character has been too much darkened by some writers, and virtues have
been ascribed to him by others which he certainly did not possess.
Courageous, crafty, ambitious, hypocritical, almost a fatalist, cruel,
unjust, and unrestrained by any moral principle, by the sole force of
his indomitable will, he overcame every obstacle, and reached the goal
at which he aimed. His ambition being boundless, nothing less than
sovereign power would satisfy him, though he affected to disdain the
title of king, being perfectly aware that the Royalists would never
accept a regicide as king. Of marvellous sagacity and penetration, he
was rarely deceived in his judgment of men, and always used them,
where he could, as instruments in furthering his designs. A profound
dissembler, and fully capable of using religion as a mask, had it been
needful to do so, it can scarcely be doubted that he was really
religious; though few entirely believed in the sincerity of his
religious professions. Cromwell's character is full of striking
contrasts. Abhorred by his enemies, he had multitudes of devoted
friends. For a time his memory was execrated. In latter days somewhat
more than justice has been done him. The great crime he committed has
never been pardoned--will never be pardoned. The stain of blood cannot
be washed out. As to his high military genius all are agreed. Among
great commanders he stands foremost. And he would rank among the
greatest of men, if his crimes did not overshadow his virtues.

The accoutrements of the Lord General differed very little from those
of an officer of his own bodyguard, except that they were somewhat
more ornamented, being filigrained with gold. They consisted of an
open casque and a very large gorget. But he had neither breast-plate,
nor cuisses--the stout buff coat with long skirts which he wore
affording sufficient protection to the lower part of his person. A
scarf was tied round his waist. His strong buff boots were drawn far
up the thigh, and from his broad embroidered shoulder-belt hung a
large basket-hilted sword.

He was not unconscious that he was the object of his guest's covert
scrutiny, but the circumstance did not trouble him--perhaps rather
gratified him. It may be that he designed to win over the old Royalist
judge, or at least to produce a favourable impression upon him, for as
soon as he had finished supper, he almost compelled Sir Robert to take
more wine, and then began a very friendly discourse with him,
professing great regret that Spetchley manor-house had been destroyed
by the Scottish soldiers, and expressing a hope that it might soon be
rebuilt.

Their conversation, however, was interrupted by the entrance of
Dighton, who informed the Lord General that a man was without who
stated that he had matter of the utmost importance to communicate to
his excellency.

"What manner of man is he?" demanded Cromwell.

"I have reason to believe he is a spy from the city," replied Dighton.
"He delivered himself up to the vedettes on Red Hill, conjuring them
to bring him speedily before your excellency. Accordingly, he hath
been sent on from the first outpost. He is the bearer of this letter,
which he affirms is from Colonel James, somewhile commandant of the
garrison of Worcester."

Cromwell took the missive, and after glancing at its contents, said,
"The man hath spoken truly. His business is important. I will see
him."

"With your excellency's permission I will retire," said the old judge,
rising.

"I am sorry to lose your company," said Cromwell; "but this is a
matter that cannot be postponed. A bed must be found for Sir Robert
Berkeley," he added to Dighton.

"I know not where to find one, unless his worship is content to sleep
on straw," was the half-grumbling response.

"If I am allowed to occupy my old summerhouse, I shall be perfectly
satisfied," replied the judge.

"Be it so, Sir Robert," said Cromwell. "I wish you sounder repose than
I myself am likely to enjoy. To-morrow's news may surprise you."

The old judge did not venture to question him, but, bowing deeply,
departed with Dighton, and Cromwell was left for a few moments alone.

"What says Colonel James?" he muttered. "'The bearer of this may be
trusted. He hath preserved my life, and, with Heaven's grace, may be
the happy means of preserving a life in comparison with which mine is
as naught.' The import of the message is plain. The life to be
preserved is mine own. 'Cursed is the man that trusteth in man,' saith
the prophet. Yet in whom can I trust, if not in those who serve me? If
there be a plot against me, it were better for him who hath hatched it
that he had never been born."

Steps were now heard on the staircase, and the next moment a tall,
thin man, whose aspect was that of a Puritan, while his habiliments
were those of a Cavalier, was ushered into the presence of the Lord
General by Dighton. Behind them came a couple of musketeers, but the
guard advanced no further than the head of the steps.

Cromwell fixed a long and searching glance upon the personage thus
introduced, who bore the scrutiny firmly.

Apparently satisfied, the Lord General signed to Dighton to withdraw,
bidding him, however, wait outside.

"Now, fellow, thy name?" demanded Cromwell of the man as soon as they
were alone.

"Urso Gives, of Worcester, by trade a tailor," was the reply.

"An honest trade. I have naught to say against it," rejoined the Lord
General. "Men must be clothed, though it were better they were clothed
in sackcloth than in purple and fine linen. Better still they were
clothed in the garments of salvation. But enough. Hath thy trade aught
to do with what thou hast to declare to me?"

"Nothing. I mentioned it for a reason which I will presently explain
to your excellency. I have come hither at the hazard of my life to
bring you timely intelligence of a daring and well-conceived design,
which, if it were successfully executed, would snatch from you the
victory and give it to Charles Stuart. What am I to claim as a reward
if I shall prove what I assert?"

"Go to. Bargain not with me. Thy reward shall be proportioned to the
importance of thy disclosure."

"But I may not live to receive it," rejoined Urso. "The risk I run is
great. When I depart hence I must return to Rabbah, and I may fall
into the hands of the Ammonites, who will show me little mercy. What
then becomes of the recompense promised me?"

"Hast thou a wife?"

"Yea, verily," replied Urso; "a fair young wife, whom I have just
espoused. If I perish in my efforts to save Israel, shall she have the
reward?"

"Content thyself--she shall. I promise it to thee," rejoined Cromwell.
"Thou hast great faith in the constancy of women, I perceive, and it
is well."

"I cannot with truth affirm that I have great faith in the constancy
of her whom I have wedded," replied Urso. "But I love her better than
life."

"And she, I trust, will honour thy memory, as it deserves to be
honoured," remarked Cromwell, in a slightly contemptuous tone. "But
having made thy conditions beforehand, let me hear what thou hast to
tell. Be brief."

"'Tis not my wont to waste words," rejoined Urso. "But first let me
inquire the hour?"

"The hour! Thou shouldst know it as well as I. 'Tis past eleven."

"Then in less than two hours' time General Middleton will sally forth
from the Sidbury-gate with fifteen hundred picked men, all well
mounted and well armed, wearing their shirts above their breastplates
for distinction. The malignant general has vowed to take your
excellency, dead or alive, and thus end the war, and he will make
every effort to fulfil his vow. Expecting to find Colonel Lilburn
wholly unprepared, he will pass through the camp without attacking it,
and cut his way through any other opposing force further on, his aim
being Spetchley, where he hopes to find your excellency. Should he
arrive, no quarter is to be given."

"Thou art sure of this?" remarked Cromwell, with forced calmness.

"I heard the project discussed and settled this very morning at the
Commandery between Charles Stuart, the Duke of Hamilton, General
Middleton, and some others. As I have said, Middleton has vowed to
accomplish your excellency's destruction, or to perish in the
attempt."

"And those engaged in the camisade are to sally forth an hour after
midnight, thou sayst?" observed Cromwell, calmly.

"That is the hour appointed. I would have given your excellency
earlier warning, had I been able to quit the city. But I could not
obtain an order, and only succeeded in getting out during the burning
of the suburbs."

"Thou hast arrived in time. The design can be easily frustrated. Thy
intelligence merits a good reward, and thou shalt not be disappointed
of it. If aught befals thee, thy wife shall have the reward. Moreover,
I promise thee ample vengeance."

Cromwell, who did not seem at all disturbed by the alarming
intelligence he had received, but maintained the most perfect
composure, put several questions to Gives, and then said:

"Do not suppose that I doubt the truth of thy statement, but I cannot
allow thee to return to Worcester till the affair is over."

"The danger to me will be far greater, if I return not before
daybreak," pleaded Gives.

"Why shouldst thou return? But like a doting fool, thou canst not, I
suppose, leave thy young wife."

He then called out for Dighton, who instantly answered the summons,
and said to him, "This man will remain here till I return, or until I
send an order for his release. Sit down at the table, friend," he
added to Gives. "Eat and drink and make glad thine heart. Thou wilt
see thy wife again ere long."

While thus speaking he had donned his casque and gauntlets, and he
then quitted the chamber, and proceeded to the stable-yard, where he
found Colonel Lindsey, the commander of his life guards, and telling
him he was about to proceed to Colonel Lilburn's camp, bade him follow
with three hundred men.

"The whole regiment must remain under arms throughout the night," he
added. "An attack may be expected."

Without a word more he mounted his charger, which was ready for him,
and attended by Dighton and a small party of musketeers, rode at a
brisk pace through the woods to Colonel Lilburn's camp.



Chapter 19. THE CAMISADE

Good watch was kept--the sentinels were at their posts--but the
quietude of the camp proved that no apprehensions of attack were
entertained.

"Kerioth would have been surprised and taken had I not received this
warning," mentally ejaculated Cromwell, as he rode up to the
commander's tent.

Lilburn had thrown himself on a couch, but hearing Cromwell's approach
he sprang to his feet, and met him at the entrance of the tent.

After a brief consultation between the generals, it was decided that
neither drums should be beaten nor trumpets blown, lest the sounds
should be heard by the enemy, but that the slumbering soldiers should
be quietly roused to arms; and this was done by Lilburn in person.

Meanwhile, Colonel Lindsey had arrived with the life guards from
Spetchley, and putting himself at their head, Cromwell rode to the
outpost nearest the city.

This outpost was about three hundred yards from the camp, on the slope
of the hill, not far from the London road, and was stationed in a
field bordered on the north and north-east by high-banked hedges.

The night can scarcely be described as dark, though the sky was
covered with lazily-moving clouds, but through these the moon burst
occasionally. The old city, with its towers, steeples, and
fortifications, could be distinguished through the gloom; but no
lights were visible within it, and no sounds from it arose. So
profound was the stillness, that it might have been supposed that the
inhabitants and their defenders were alike buried in slumber, and that
no attacking party could be waiting to sally forth.

As Cromwell, with the life guards, cautiously descended the hill,
keeping under cover of the hedges, three-quarters past midnight was
struck by the cathedral clock--proclaiming that the hour was close at
hand.

The outpost reached by Cromwell was guarded by two hundred and fifty
foot and two hundred horse, but three hundred of the best troopers in
his army being now added, he deemed this force quite sufficient to
repel the attack.

Little time was left, but luckily those on guard at the outpost were
on the alert. Having placed his troops with the quickness and skill
peculiar to him, the Lord General stationed himself on a small woody
mound in the centre of the field, whence he commanded the approach to
the Sidbury-gate, and awaited the sortie with some impatience, but
without the slightest anxiety. Close behind him were Dighton and a
couple of cuirassiers.

He had not to wait long. While the single stroke of the cathedral bell
yet vibrated through the air, and was echoed by the clocks of the
other churches, the gate yawned wide, and a troop of sheeted
spectres--for such they seemed in the gloom--issued forth. The ghostly
band formed three regiments--the first being commanded by General
Middleton, the second by Sir William Keith, the third by Colonel
Legge.

The troops came forth from the Sidbury-gate and formed in silence. If
any orders were given they did not reach Cromwell's ears, though he
was listening intently; and the ghostly appearance of the horsemen was
fully preserved until Middleton dashed off with the greatest rapidity,
when the clatter of hoofs and the jingling of arms proved that the
phantoms were substantial soldiers. The second regiment followed
instantly, galloping along the London road as swiftly as the first;
but a momentary interval occurred before Colonel Legge started. The
cause of this brief delay was perfectly intelligible to Cromwell, and
he gave some orders to Dighton, who rode off at once to Colonel
Lindsey.

Meanwhile, the two foremost regiments came on at full speed, and
dashed past the field in which the outpost was stationed, making it
evident that their point of attack was Lilburn's camp on the brow of
the hill, and showing that the outpost would be dealt with by the
regiment that followed.

In obedience to Cromwell's orders not a shot had been fired, and
Colonel Legge came on uncertain as to how he would be received by the
enemy. Easy access to the field could be obtained at several points
known to the Royalists, and small parties of men entered at these
places, but the main body, led by Colonel Legge, broke through the
hedge skirting the London road, and were received by ranks of pikemen
three deep, the front rank kneeling, the centre stooping, and the rear
standing upright, and forming an almost impassable barrier. On the
flanks, right and left, were posted musketeers, who poured a terrible
volley upon the enemy as they gained the field.

Several saddles were emptied. Nevertheless, Colonel Legge, shouting to
his men to follow, charged the pikemen with the greatest intrepidity,
but it was impossible to cut through their ranks. Many horses were
killed in the charge, and others so desperately hurt that they bore
back their riders in spite of all efforts to force them on. Colonel
Legge's charger, though badly hurt, had still strength enough left to
sustain its rider, but would not again face the deadly pikes.

Caught as in a trap, it seemed as if the unfortunate Royalists must
all be slaughtered, but turning from the pikemen, Colonel Legge
charged the musketeers with a fury that proved irresistible. Having
gained the open field, with such of his men as had been able to follow
him, he was joined by the others, who having entered at different
points had hitherto taken no part in the conflict. But before they
could form they were charged by Colonel Lindsey, at the head of the
life guards, and so shattered, that they could not recover, but fled
from the field in the greatest disorder, hurrying towards the Sidbury-
gate faster than they had quitted it. Many were shot while jumping the
hedges, or pressing through the gates. Colonel Legge was the last to
retreat. His horse carried him out of reach of the foe, and then
dropped.

Cromwell watched the conflict from the mound on which he had taken his
stand, and did not quit his position during the short time occupied by
the conflict.

"It is the Lord God that fighteth for us. He it is that hath enabled
us to scatter them thus quickly," he exclaimed, as the Royalists fled
in disorder. "Pursue them not, but prepare to cut off the retreat of
those pestilent malignants who have gone on to attack the camp above--
lest, peradventure, they escape the snare laid for them."

It happened as Cromwell had foreseen. Instead of finding Lilburn
unprepared, when General Middleton and Sir William Keith reached the
camp on the hill, they quickly discovered that their design had been
betrayed. Duped by stratagems which they ought to have suspected, they
entered the camp, but had scarcely done so, when they were completely
surrounded by a force more than trebling their own.

Thus entrapped it would seem that nothing was left to Middleton but to
surrender. But the brave general was undismayed by numbers, and when
summoned to surrender, answered by a charge so fierce and impetuous
that the ranks of the enemy opened, and, ere they could close again,
he and his two regiments had passed safely through.

Down the hill they dashed at a headlong pace, and, though hotly
pursued by Lilburn, very few of them were captured. Luckily for the
fugitives, Cromwell was not able to get his life guards out of the
field in time to intercept them, or their utter destruction would have
been inevitable. As it was, they escaped with very little loss,
considering the terrible hazard they had encountered.

On reaching the nearest outpost of the royal army, Middleton found
Colonel Legge, and learnt the disaster that had befallen him.

"I cannot carry this bad news to his majesty," said Legge. "Tell him
what has happened."

"The king will not reproach you," said Middleton. "You have done your
best. We have been betrayed."

"That is certain," said Sir William Keith. "Lilburn was prepared for
us."

"And Cromwell himself was with the outpost when I attacked it," said
Colonel Legge. "I knew it not till too late."

"Would I had known it!" cried Middleton, furiously. "He should not
have lived to boast of this triumph. One of his spies has served him
well on this occasion. I will not rest till I have discovered the
traitor."

"Lesley may help you to find him," said Legge.

"No; Lesley knew nothing of this," rejoined Middleton. "But come with
me to the king, and get it over. A word will explain all. We have been
betrayed."



Chapter 20. HOW URSO GIVES WAS ARRESTED

About the same time that the interview took place in the stable at
Spetchley between Cromwell and Urso Gives, Major Careless, who had
been upon the eastern walls to satisfy himself that the fires in the
suburbs were completely extinguished, descended from the ramparts at
Friars'-gate. This was one of the smaller gates, and derived its
appellation from a convent of Franciscan friars that stood hard by--
the old religious house having been subsequently converted into a
prison.

On quitting the ramparts, as just stated, Careless proceeded to the
old hostelry of the Grey Friars, where he knew that several officers
about to take part in the camisade would be assembled. The old inn--an
ancient timber-built house, with quaint gables, and a projecting upper
story--is still standing in Friars'-street.

In the principal room of the old hostel he found, as he expected, a
party of Cavaliers smoking, singing, and quaffing sack and claret, as
if they had no serious business in hand. They were thus making merry
to the last, since among them were Major Knox and some others, who,
two hours later, were killed in the attack on the outpost. They were
all fully armed with steel caps, gorgets, cuirasses, pauldrons, and
taches, but had divested themselves of their swords and pistols.
Beside each sword lay a small roll of linen. This was the shirt which
its owner meant to wear over his armour, and which, in some cases,
proved a winding-sheet.

All the Cavaliers rose on Careless's appearance, and gave him a hearty
welcome. He could not help being struck by the enthusiasm they
displayed. Not one of them but seemed proud of being included in the
dangerous enterprise. Not one but was ready to lay down his life for
the king. Careless never afterwards recalled that meeting without
heaving a sigh for the brave men who perished in the camisade.
However, at the moment, he thought little of the hazard of the attack,
and would gladly have joined in it if the king would have allowed him.
Sitting down, he emptied the flagon of claret filled for him by Major
Knox. Shortly afterwards Colonel Legge entered the room, but left
again almost immediately, saying, as he departed, to Major Knox:

"Half an hour hence you must all be at the place of rendezvous."

Shortly afterwards Careless took leave of the company, and was
proceeding along Friars'-street in the direction of the Sidbury-gate,
when he heard his name pronounced in a familiar voice, that instantly
awakened tender recollections, and turning, he perceived that he had
been followed from the hostel by a young woman whose features were
muffled in a hood.

Not doubting who it was, he exclaimed:

"Ah! is it you, Mary? I never expected to see you again."

"And you would not see me now, I can assure you, if I had not
something of importance to say," she rejoined, partially removing her
hood.

"Whatever has procured me the happiness of beholding you once more,
sweet Mary, I feel grateful for it," he rejoined.

"Speak not thus lightly," she said. "'Tis a grave matter."

"Before you mention it, then, let me ask how you came to throw
yourself away upon that detestable Roundhead? You must be heartily
sick of him already."

"If you persist in talking thus you will frighten me away, and I shall
leave unsaid what I have to tell you--and it is very important."

"Nay, by all that is bewitching, I swear you shall not go," he cried,
catching her hand.

"Be serious, if you can, for a single instant, and listen to me."

"Tell me you are resolved to abandon Urso, and I will be as serious as
you please."

"You put everything out of my head by your trifling talk. How very
different you are from Urso, to be sure! He is always grave."

"Yes, I warrant me you rarely catch a smile on his sour visage. But I
hope there are few points of resemblance between him and me. Again I
ask, how could you marry such a man?"

"'Twas all my grandam's doing," she sighed.

"And you have bitterly repented of the foolish step ever since, I'll
be sworn. Confess, and I'll forgive you, though, I own, the effort
will be difficult."

"Then pray don't make it. Unless you listen to my warning, you will
fall into a snare that has been privily laid for you."

"Privily laid for me by Urso, eh? The Round-head rogue had better take
care of himself, or you will speedily become a widow."

"It is not of Urso I would warn you. Do not take part in the camisade
to-night."

"The camisade!" he exclaimed, in surprise. "How do you know there is
to be a camisade? Who has told you of it? Answer me that."

All his levity had vanished. As she did not answer, he repeated the
question still more peremptorily.

"No matter who told me," she rejoined. "If you value your life you
will not go. I have warned you. Do as you please. Farewell!"

"Stay! we must not part thus. You spoke of a snare being privily laid
for me. What was your meaning?"

"I will tell you nothing more," she rejoined.

And breaking from him, she flew towards the inn.

Just as she reached the door the Cavaliers came forth in a body. Some
of them tried to stop her, but she pushed them aside and got into the
house.

Careless thought of following her and insisting on an explanation, but
after a moment's reflection he concluded that, since she was lodging
at the inn, she must have overheard the loud and indiscreet talk of
the Cavaliers, and so have ascertained the nature of the enterprise on
which they were engaged. As to the "privily-laid snare" of which he
had been warned, the expression savoured strongly of Urso, and
probably meant nothing in particular.

Having arrived at this conclusion he marched off, with the fixed
determination of paying another visit to the old hostel on the morrow.

But before the morrow came he was undeceived, and he then bitterly
regretted that he had neglected the warning given him.

So well was the secret kept, that only the troops actually engaged in
the camisade were aware of its object. Many heard of the enterprise
and of its failure at the same time. When the attacking party was
driven back, a call to arms was instantly made by the Duke of Hamilton
and all the commanders stationed on the south and south-east, lest
Cromwell should follow up his success by an immediate assault on the
city. But it soon became apparent that he had no such design, and
though the Royalists remained on the alert, they were not disturbed
during the remainder of the night.

To Charles, who had made certain of success, the failure of the
enterprise was a terrible disappointment. But he bore it manfully, as
he bore all his reverses. He had remained at the Commandery in order
that he might receive the earliest intelligence of the victory he so
confidently anticipated, and was seated in the refectory, trying to
while away the time in light chat with Careless, when General
Middleton, followed by Sir William Keith and Colonel Legge entered the
hall. Charles read what had happened in their downcast looks, and for
a moment forbore to question them.

"Fortune has played me another sorry trick, I perceive," he exclaimed,
at length. "I thought the fickle goddess would this time have
befriended me."

"All would have gone well, sire, if our plan had not been betrayed,"
replied Middleton. "The enemy was prepared. We found the whole of
Colonel Lilburn's force under arms, and were surrounded, but succeeded
in cutting our way through them."

"I have a further proof of treachery, sire," said Colonel Legge.
"Cromwell himself, with his body-guard of Ironsides, was with the
outpost when I attacked it."

Charles could not repress an exclamation of rage.

"That we have been bought and sold is certain," he exclaimed. "But who
can have betrayed us?"

"I think I can give a shrewd guess as to the villain who has thus
traitorously discovered the design," said Careless, "and if I am right
he shall not escape chastisement."

"Whoever the traitor may be," observed the king, "he must have
obtained early information, and have acted with the greatest
promptitude, or the enemy could not have been prepared at all points
for the attack. Cromwell must have clever and active spies in the
city."

"True, sire," replied Middleton. "And I now recollect that, during our
conference in the adjoining chamber, a man in the garden approached
somewhat near to the open window. At the time I did not suspect his
motive, but I now believe he was a spy."

"It may be so," observed Charles.

"Whether General Middleton is right or wrong in his suspicion, I am
certain I can discover the traitor, sire," said Careless. "I have a
clue to his hiding-place, and before many hours I engage to produce
him."

"It will be some satisfaction to hang the villain," observed Charles.

"Your majesty may rely upon having that gratification," replied
Careless. "With your permission, I will set about his capture at once.
Nor will I rest till I have effected it."

And bowing to the king he quitted the hall.

In the court-yard of the Commandery was the king's ordinary guard.
Taking two of the men with him, Careless proceeded to the Sidbury-
gate, passed through the wicket with his attendants, and in another
minute was in Friars'-street.

So dark was the narrow street, owing to the projecting stories of the
ancient timber houses lining it on either side, that Careless was
unable to discern any object unless close at hand. A heavy, measured
tread, however, informed him of the approach of the rounds, and the
next moment the patrol came up.

Captain Woolfe, who was with the guard, immediately recognised his
superior officer, and on learning Careless's business, proffered his
aid. They proceeded together to the old inn, followed by the whole
party.

It would seem that all the inmates had retired to rest, but the
knocking of a halbert staff against the door soon caused it to be
opened by Master Kilvert, the host, who had hastily huddled on his
apparel, and in a trembling voice inquired the meaning of this
nocturnal visitation.

No explanation was vouchsafed him. Ordering the guard to post
themselves secretly on the other side of the street and be ready to
answer any summons, Careless and Captain Woolfe entered the house,
shutting the street door after them.

The terrified host conducted them to the principal room, and setting
down the light with which he was provided, humbly waited their
pleasure to address him.

"Answer truly the questions I shall put, and you have nought to fear,"
said Careless. "You have a lodger named Urso Gives?"

"Your honour has been rightly informed," replied Kilvert. "Master
Gives, the tailor, with his wife and his wife's grandmother, are
lodging in my house. Master Gives is a worthy and Godfearing man, or I
would not have him as a guest."

"Your description of him is altogether inaccurate. He is a traitor and
a spy. Lead us to his chamber instantly, and call him forth," said
Careless, drawing his sword.

"I will lead your honour to his chamber," replied Kilvert, now still
more alarmed. "But it will be useless to call him, seeing he is not
there."

"I must be assured of this," said Careless. "Lead us to the room."

"I shall not need to do so, for here comes his wife, who will confirm
what I have just declared to your honour."

And as he spoke Dame Gives entered bearing a light. It was evident
from her attire that she had not been in bed. Careless sheathed his
sword on her appearance.

"Why have you come here at this hour? What do you want with Urso?" she
cried, rushing up to him.

Careless, however, turned away, and said, in a low voice, to Captain
Woolfe:

"Explain our errand to her."

"We have come to arrest your husband," said Woolfe.

"Arrest him! What crime has he committed?"

"The highest crime a man can commit," rejoined Woolfe. "He has
betrayed the king to his enemies."

"I hope he can disprove the charge--but you will not find him here,"
she exclaimed. "Master Kilvert will satisfy you that he is not in the
house."

"I have striven to do so, but ineffectually," said the host.

"Since it appears that your husband has not returned from his secret
visit to the enemy's camp, we must wait for him," said Careless. "Have
him we will."

"The house must be searched. He may be concealed within it," said
Captain Woolfe. "Show me to the upper rooms," he added to the host.

"Readily," replied Kilvert. "And should you discover him, I will be
content to take his place, and that I would not do for a thousand
pound. This way, captain! this way!"

As soon as they were gone, Dame Gives exclaimed, distractedly:

"Cruel and ungrateful man! Is this the way you reward me? In my desire
to serve you, I have destroyed poor Urso."

"You ought to thank me for ridding you of such a miscreant," rejoined
Careless. "You do not seem to comprehend the magnitude of his
offence."

"Yes I do comprehend it," she rejoined. "I regard the crime with
horror. But I am his wife. Save him! save him!"

"Impossible!" exclaimed Careless. "I would not save him if I could. I
am sorry for you, Mary, but I cannot feel the slightest compassion for
the villain you have married. It pains me that his arrest cannot be
accomplished without your taking part in it."

"Oh! that I could warn him of his danger;" she exclaimed. "If I could
only give him a signal!"

"The signal would be useless," said Careless. "A guard is posted
outside."

"But he will not enter from the street!" she cried. "The door at the
back is left open. I must fasten it."

And she would have rushed forth to execute her design if Careless had
not prevented her.

"I cannot allow you to stir, Mary," he said, detaining her.

She besought him to let her go, but he refused. Just then, footsteps
were heard in the passage.

"Ah, he is here!" she exclaimed.

Next moment Urso Gives entered the room, and started on beholding his
wife and Careless together. By an instant and rapid retreat he might,
perhaps, have escaped, for the way was then clear, but yielding to a
sudden impulse of jealous fury, he drew a pistol and fired.

His aim was Careless, but the shot took effect on his wife, who was
slightly wounded in the arm. Uttering a scream, she would have fallen
if Careless had not caught her and placed her in a chair.

The report of the pistol brought Captain Woolfe and Kilvert into the
room, and in another moment the guard rushed in from the street. Urso,
who attempted no resistance, was seized and secured.

"Is this the man you seek, Major Careless?' asked Captain Woolfe.

"Ay, this is the accursed traitor," was the reply. "And now he would
have added murder to his other crimes."

"I should be satisfied if I had slain thee," rejoined Urso, fiercely.
"I have wrongs enough to avenge."

"Search him to see that he hath no concealed weapons," said Careless.
"He shall then be taken to the Commandery, in order that his majesty
may interrogate him."

"I know well what my doom will be, and am prepared for it," said Urso.
"Before I am taken hence let me look for the last time upon my wife."

Careless signed to the guard to bring him forward.

Poor Mary was still lying in the chair in which she had been placed,
and was tended by the hostess and a female servant, who had come into
the room. A handkerchief had been bound round her arm by Careless to
stanch the blood.

The prisoner gazed at her for some moments with a look of unutterable
affection.

"She will live," he murmured. "Heaven be thanked I have not killed
her!"

"No, thou art spared that crime," said Careless. "She is not much
hurt."

Bending down, Urso kissed her pallid brow. The contact of his lips
caused her to open her eyes, but on beholding him she shuddered, and
immediately closed them.

With a sharp pang Urso turned away.

Attended by the guard, the prisoner was taken at once to the
Commandery.

Though it was now close upon daybreak, Charles had not retired to
rest. He was so much disturbed by the result of the night attack that,
feeling he could not sleep, he remained in converse with Middleton and
the two other unsuccessful commanders.

The king and his companions were in the refectory, when Careless
entered and informed his majesty that he had captured the spy.

He then explained how the arrest had been accomplished, and after
giving the king all needful particulars, the prisoner was introduced.

Urso Gives did not seem at all intimidated by the presence in which he
stood, but maintained a resolute demeanour. General Middleton at once
recognised him as the eavesdropper he had noticed in the garden.

When interrogated by Charles, the prisoner refused to answer any
questions, and though threatened by Middleton with the thumbscrew,
declared, with a firmness that carried conviction with it, that no
torture should force him to make a confession.

After hearing Careless's relation, confirmed as it was by various
circumstances, and, above all, by the discovery on the person of the
prisoner of an order in Cromwell's handwriting, Charles could
entertain no doubt of Urso's guilt. He ordered him to be hanged at
mid-day on the Sidbury-gate, so that the spectacle of his ignominious
death might be witnessed by the rebel army.

The prisoner, who heard his sentence without betraying the slightest
emotion, was then removed, and taken by the guard to Edgar's Tower,
where the king had ordered him to be kept till the hour appointed for
his execution.



Chapter 21. SHOWING HOW DAME GIVES BECAME A WIDOW

Careless did not lose sight of the prisoner until he had seen him
safely bestowed in Edgar's Tower; with the strictest injunctions to
watch carefully over him, he then committed him to the custody of
Martin Vosper, who, it may be remembered, was one of the party that
bivouacked on Pitchcroft on the night of the Grand Muster. Vosper had
since been promoted to the rank of lieutenant. Placed in the strong
room in which Dr. Crosby had been confined by Colonel James, Urso
immediately threw himself upon the pallet that formed part of the
scanty furniture, and, being greatly fatigued, soon fell asleep. But
his slumber was disturbed by fearful dreams, and his broken
exclamations seemed to have reference to some dark deed he had
committed. These muttered words attracted the attention of Lieutenant
Vosper, who remained with him in the chamber. From the first Vosper
had been struck with the prisoner's resemblance to the spy whom he and
Trubshaw--now a corporal--had pursued, and he now felt sure he was the
same individual.

While the wretched sleeper was muttering some incoherent words, but
amidst which the name "Wicked Will" was plainly to be distinguished,
Vosper stepped up to the couch and shook him violently.

Thus roused, the guilty wretch started up, looking the picture of
horror and despair. His hue was death-like, his eyes stared wildly,
and cold drops gathered thickly upon his brow.

"Lighten your breast of its heavy load," said Vosper. "When you played
the spy on me and my comrades at Pitchcroft, you cried out in a solemn
voice that Wicked Will's death was a judgment. But you neglected to
tell us who was the instrument of the judgment. Supply the information
now. Who drowned him in the Severn?"

"Not I," replied Urso, shuddering. "If I have talked in my sleep, as I
do sometimes, my words must not be taken against me."

"Die not with a lie on thy lips," said Vosper. "Since thou art certain
to be hanged, give yourself a chance hereafter, by confession and
repentance."

"I will not confess my transgressions to thee," rejoined Urso. "If I
may have some godly man to pray with me, I will lay bare my breast to
him. I would fain see the Reverend Laban Foxe, who hath known me long
and well."

"And needs not to be told of thine iniquities, I'll be sworn," said
Vosper. "I know the Reverend Laban, and a cunning old fox he is--his
name suits him perfectly."

"A sorry jest, and ill-timed," said Urso. "Shall I see him?"

"Content thee--thou shalt."

"I thank thee," replied Urso. "In return, I will tell thee how Captain
Hodgkins perished. Though I hated him as a bloodthirsty and wicked
malignant, I did not compass his destruction. One evening, about dusk,
he was staggering along the bank of the Severn, raging and roaring
from strong drink, when he fell into the river."

"Wretch! you pushed him in," said Vosper, sternly.

"No," rejoined Urso. "It happened as I have said. I was standing by,
and could have saved him had I stretched out my hand. But I hated him,
and let him drown. Ah! I shall never forget his agonised, imploring
looks, for the cold water had sobered him. I can see him now," he
added, covering his eyes, as if to exclude some terrible object.

"With such a crime on thy conscience, no wonder thou canst not sleep
soundly," said Vosper, regarding him with mingled pity and abhorrence.

"Thou sayst truly," rejoined the wretched man. "Since that night I
have not been able to lay me down in peace. But I shall soon sleep the
quiet and unbroken sleep of death."

"Hast thou aught more to tell me?" asked Vosper, after a pause.

"Ay, I will tell thee of another matter, though I feel no remorse for
it," rejoined Urso. "Not many days ago I laid an ambush for thy king
on one of the Malvern Hills, which he was foolish enough to ascend in
company with Major Careless, whom I bitterly hate. Had I captured
Charles Stuart, as I hoped to do, I should not be a prisoner here;
and, better than all, I should have been avenged of Careless."

"I heard of his majesty's providential escape," said Vosper. "But I
knew not that thou wert the contriver of the ambuscade."

"I can talk no more," said Urso. "I pray thee fulfil thy promise to
let me see the godly man I have named."

Lieutenant Vosper immediately opened the door, and conferred for a
moment with Corporal Trubshaw, who was standing outside.

This done, he re-entered the room.

Nearly an hour, however, elapsed before the corporal appeared with the
Independent minister, and during this interval Urso turned his face to
the wall, and maintained a profound silence, which Vosper did not care
to interrupt.

The Reverend Laban Foxe was a sour-visaged old man. He wore a tall
steeple-crowned hat and a long black cloak, but his attire had nothing
of the divine about it.

He seemed much moved on beholding Urso, who rose from the pallet on
his entrance, and a sad greeting took place between them.

The minister prayed to be left alone with the prisoner. Vosper
assented and withdrew, but after awhile, thinking time enough had been
allowed, he returned, and found Urso listening to the words of
consolation addressed to him.

He therefore again retired, but returning after another long interval,
and finding the exhortation still going on, he deemed it necessary to
interrupt it.

"Since you sincerely repent of your sins, my son, I need say no more,"
observed the minister. "Bear your cross with resignation. Godly
sorrow, like yours, worketh repentance to salvation." After a moment's
pause he added, "But have you no message for your wife?"

"May I not see her?" cried Urso, casting an imploring look at Vosper,
who made no reply.

"Alas! she cannot come to you, my son, even were she permitted,"
interposed the minister. "Her wound is not dangerous, but she has not
strength for the painful interview."

"'Tis better thus!" exclaimed Urso, in a voice that betrayed profound
emotion. "The parting with her would be a greater pang than death
itself. Bid her an eternal farewell from me, and say to her--"

And he stopped.

"What must I add, my son?" inquired the minister.

"Say that I have left her a good legacy," rejoined Urso.

"Know you not that any money you may have bequeathed her will be
forfeited?" remarked Vosper.

"Forfeited to whom?" demanded the prisoner.

"To whom should it be forfeited except to the king?" rejoined Vosper.

"I am easy on that score," said Urso. "Charles Stuart will not keep
this money from her. The provision I have made is secure. Tell her
so," he added to the minister. "She may not understand my meaning now,
but she will understand it hereafter."

"Your words shall be faithfully repeated," said the Reverend Laban.
"Farewell, my son."

And with an earnest look at the prisoner, he departed.

When the hour fixed for the execution approached, a strong mounted
guard was drawn up in front of the beautiful old gateway. Without a
moment's delay, the prisoner was brought forth by Lieutenant Vosper,
Corporal Trubshaw, and a party of halberdiers, who marched on either
side of him.

Urso was bareheaded, his hands tied behind him, and a rope coiled
round his neck. Before him walked the hangman--a caitiff apparently
chosen for the revolting office from his savage and repulsive looks.
The mounted guard, previously mentioned, rode on in front to clear the
way.

As the cortege passed slowly down Edgar-street and along Sidbury-
street, Urso's appearance was everywhere greeted with yells and
execrations, and if the infuriated concourse could have reached him,
the hangman would have been spared a labour. Ever since it had become
known that the night attack had been betrayed, the greatest
indignation was manifested by the citizens, who demanded that the
severest punishment should be inflicted on the traitor. Mere hanging
was too good for him. They would have him drawn and quartered, and his
head fixed on the Sidbury-gate, that Old Noll might see it.

Though Urso had nerved himself to the utmost, he was not equal to the
terrible ordeal he was exposed to, and his agony during the march to
the place of execution was far greater than that which he subsequently
endured.

At length the Sidbury-gate was reached, and being taken inside the
structure, he was for some minutes lost to sight.

The spectators awaited his reappearance with a fierce impatience,
which they did not seek to control or disguise. The large area in
front of the Sidbury-gate, which has been described as surrounded by
the new fortifications, was crowded with soldiers; the ramparts of
Fort Royal, the wall, the towers, were likewise thronged by soldiers.

But there were hundreds, nay, thousands, of distant spectators of the
tragic scene.

On the top of the Sidbury-gate a gallows had been reared. So lofty was
it, that it could be seen from most parts of the city, while it formed
a conspicuous object to the enemy on the heights.

Towards this extraordinary gallows every eye was now directed. Deep
silence pervaded the vast assemblage.

At length the hangman came forth, and, climbing the long ladder
quickly, seated himself astride on the transverse bar of the gallows,
and proceeded deliberately to fasten the fatal rope to it.

While he was thus occupied, the prisoner appeared, still guarded by
Lieutenant Vesper, Trubshaw, and the halberdiers, and his appearance
was the signal for a renewal of the terrible outcries that had before
assailed him. He bore them undauntedly, continuing perfectly
motionless, until the executioner called out from above that all was
ready. He then sprang quickly up the ladder, as if eager to meet his
doom.

In another minute all was over, and his body swinging in mid air;
while a universal groan--though not a groan of pity--burst from the
spectators.

Thus died the traitor Gives, whose name is still execrated in faithful
Worcester.

At the moment when Urso was launched into eternity, the discharge of a
cannon from Fort Royal informed Cromwell that the spy he had employed
had been punished with death.

Cromwell, who was with Lilburn and Lord Grey of Groby on Perry Wood at
the time, could not control his rage.

"The man's execution is justified by the laws of war," he said; "but
it shall cost the citizens of Worcester dear. The great service he
rendered us last night shall be requited as he desired. His widow
shall have the reward I intended for him."

"How much is it to be?" asked Lord Grey.

"Two hundred pounds and a pension of two hundred a year," replied
Cromwell.

"A good reward, in sooth," said Lord Grey. "She will be well consoled
for his loss."



Chapter 22. HOW THE EARL OF DERBY ARRIVED AT WORCESTER

The end of August had arrived. The anniversary of the battle of
Dunbar--fought on the 3rd of September, 1650--was close at hand.
Cromwell, as we have shown, had resolved to wait for this auspicious
day, if he should not be forced by the king to accept a battle sooner.
But Charles had been so much discouraged by the failure of the
camisade that he hesitated--perhaps too long--before risking a general
engagement. A few unimportant skirmishes had taken place between the
outposts, sometimes with advantage to one party, sometimes to the
other, but these were all.

The interval was employed by Cromwell in making strong intrenchments
at Perry Wood, where he had mounted a battery with heavy guns. As this
battery threatened Fort Royal and the city, Charles was eager to
attack it, but was dissuaded from the hazardous attempt by his
generals. The jealousies among the Royalist leaders, already alluded
to, had increased in bitterness, and, in consequence of these
disputes, which he found it impossible to check, he could form no plan
with the certainty of carrying it out. All his designs were
frustrated.

Cromwell, on the other hand, took counsel from no one. His
instructions were implicitly obeyed. What his precise plans now were
could only be conjectured. They were known to Lambert, Fleetwood,
Ingoldsby, and the generals stationed at Upton, but to no others.

Charles had recently changed his quarters, and had removed to the
ancient mansion belonging to the mayor, where he enjoyed greater
privacy than he could command at the palace. The residence he had
chosen is one of the largest old houses in the city, and stands at the
north end of New-street, looking into the Corn Market. Over the porch
is the appropriate inscription, "LOVE GOD-HONOUR THE KING." Here he
could retire when completely worn out by the ceaseless toils of the
day, certain of being undisturbed.

On the evening of Monday, the 1st of September, he was seated in a
large old-fashioned room on the ground floor of the ancient mansion
referred to. The dark oak panels were hung with tapestry, and the
cumbrous oak furniture was of Elizabeth's time. He had just dined, but
had eaten little, and was in a very despondent mood. Careless, who was
in attendance, filled a large silver goblet with claret, and handed it
to him. The king raised the cup to his lips, but set it down untasted.

"I never saw your majesty so downcast before," remarked Careless. "A
cup of wine will cheer you. The claret is good, I'll answer for it,
for I have emptied a flask."

"Wine will not rouse my spirits," rejoined Charles, gloomily. "I am
quite worn out. I will hold no more councils of war. They are utterly
unprofitable. There is no deliberation--no unanimity of opinion--each
plan, however promising, is violently opposed. What will be the end of
it all?--certain defeat."

"Yes, I own your generals are difficult to manage, my liege," replied
Careless. "But you humour them too much, and in consequence they
presume on your good-nature, and disregard your authority. Enforce
obedience to your commands. That is Old Noll's plan."

"Would you have me resemble him?" cried Charles.

"Yes, in that particular, my liege. He would not be where he now is if
he were not absolute. At your next council explain your plans, but do
not allow them to be discussed."

"Why summon a council at all, if those composing it are not to
deliberate?"

"Merely that your generals may hear the expression of your will."

"Well, thy notion is not a bad one," replied Charles, smiling for the
first time.

"Let no one speak but yourself, my liege, and there can be no
wrangling, no contention."

"That is indisputable," said Charles.

At this moment a sound was heard in the passage.

"Some one is without!" exclaimed the king. "But be it who it may, I
will not be disturbed."

Thereupon Careless left the chamber, but almost immediately returned.

"I have disobeyed your majesty," he said; "but I am sure you will
pardon me."

As the very distinguished-looking personage who had entered with him
advanced slowly towards the king, Charles perceived who he was, and
sprang forward, exclaiming:

"Welcome, my dear Lord Derby! Welcome to Worcester! Of all men living
you are the one I most desired to see. Once more, welcome! You have
arrived most opportunely. We are on the eve of a great battle--a
battle that must decide my fate!--and I could not have fought it
successfully without you."

"Thank Heaven I have arrived in time!" cried the earl. "I was aware
that a battle was imminent, and almost despaired of reaching Worcester
in time to take part in it; but here I am at last, ready to fight for
your majesty."

"You can do more than merely fight for me, my lord," said Charles.
"You can give me the benefit of your advice. I sadly want a
counsellor."

"I fancied you had already too many counsellors, sire," observed the
earl.

"Nay, that is true," rejoined Charles. "But I want a leader like
yourself--entirely devoted to me--one who will not thwart me. Heaven
has sent you to me at the right moment, and my hopes are now revived."

"If I had not been protected by Heaven, I could not have overcome the
difficulties I have had to encounter in coming hither, my liege,"
replied the Earl of Derby.

"Have you quite recovered from the hurts you got at Wigan, my dear
lord?" asked the king, anxiously.

"Not entirely, my liege," replied the earl. "Six-and-twenty wounds are
not cured in a week. But I am able to sit a horse, and wield a sword.
Finding myself strong enough for the journey, I left Boscobel this
morn, attended by Captain Giffard of Chillington and his brother, with
a dozen of their retainers. We got on without accident or
interruption, till within a few miles of Worcester, and though we had
quitted the high road, and taken to the fields and lanes in order to
avoid the enemy, we were discovered by a party of skirmishers, and
chased almost to the gates of the city. We found the Foregate walled
up, and so entered by St. Martin's-gate."

"The Foregate has been walled up as a matter of precaution," said
Charles. "But you look pale, my good lord. Be seated, I beg of you. A
cup of wine, Careless."

The earl emptied the goblet proffered him.

"That has marvellously restored me," he said. "I did feel somewhat
faint and exhausted after my long ride."

The colour was now, in some degree, restored to the earl's pallid
countenance, but as Charles gazed at him with deep interest, he saw
how severely he still suffered from his numerous wounds.

Never did the spirit of loyalty burn more strongly in any breast than
in that of James Stanley, seventh Earl of Derby. This is sufficiently
proved by the earl's haughty response to Ireton, when summoned to
surrender the Isle of Man to the Parliament. "I have received your
letter with indignation," he wrote, "and with scorn I return you this
answer, that I cannot but wonder whence you should gather any hopes
from me that I should, like you, prove traitorous to my sovereign,
since you cannot be insensible of my former actings in his late
majesty's service, from which principle of loyalty I am in no way
departed. I scorn your proffers; I disdain your favours; I abhor your
treasons; and so far from delivering this Island to your advantage, I
will keep it to your destruction. Take this final answer, and forbear
any further solicitations, for if you trouble me with any more
messages upon this occasion I will burn the paper and hang the
messenger."

To Charles II. this loyal and chivalrous peer was as devoted as he had
been to that monarch's martyred sire.

Born in 1606, the Earl of Derby was still in the prime of manhood, and
was endowed with a frame of extraordinary vigour. Skilled in all
athletic exercises, brave to a fault, prompt, determined, undismayed
by danger, he would have been a great general but for his excessive
rashness. Somewhat below the ordinary height, he was powerfully built
and well proportioned. His features were cast in a large and noble
mould, and his dark, deep-sunk eyes had a grave and thoughtful
expression, that harmonised with his sombre and melancholy aspect.
Baines, the historian of Lancashire, thus describes him: "His was one
of the old Stanley faces which we love to look upon as they darken in
their frames, and to associate with deeds of chivalry, as enduring as
the history of that country with whose annals their names are so
proudly connected."

The Earl of Derby was married to Charlotte, daughter of Claude de la
Tremouille, Duke of Thuars, and through this union he became allied to
the royal houses of Nassau and Bourbon. The Countess of Derby was
exceedingly beautiful, and her high spirit was equal to her beauty.
Her heroic defence of Latham House for four months against the
Parliamentarian forces is one of the most memorable incidents of the
Civil Wars.

Such was the seventh Earl of Derby, not the least illustrious of a
long and illustrious line. The earl's tragical end is well known, and
it forms one of the darkest pages in the sanguinary annals of the
period.

"I must now inquire after Roscarrock;" observed the earl. "He is here,
I trust. But I have heard nought of him since he left Boscobel."

"He arrived here safely nearly a week ago, and has well-nigh recovered
from his wounds," replied Charles. "Go find him, and bring him here at
once," he added to Careless.

"I shall only have to tell him that Lord Derby has arrived, and he
will hurry hither," replied Careless, who instantly departed on his
errand.

Left alone with the earl, Charles acquainted him with the present
posture of affairs, and explained his difficulties to him. After
listening with deep interest to all that was said by the king, the
earl replied:

"I am sorry to find your majesty thus embarrassed, but I trust I shall
be able to relieve you from your perplexities. I have some influence
both with Hamilton and Buckingham, and I will use it to heal their
differences. If they can be reconciled--and this shall be my first
business--there will be little difficulty with the others, except
perhaps with Lauderdale, but I will endeavour to soothe his wounded
pride. This is not the moment for disputes. All quarrels must be
settled after the battle."

"You give me fresh heart, my dear lord," cried Charles. "I was in
despair, but you have restored my confidence. With my father's best
and staunchest friend by my side, I shall yet triumph."

Just then the door opened, and Roscarrock entered, followed by
Careless. Joyful exclamations were uttered as the two companions in
arms embraced each other. There was something so touching in their
meeting that both Charles and Careless were moved by it.

As soon as the excitement caused by seeing the earl was over,
Roscarrock made a reverence to the king, and said, in an apologetic
tone:

"I trust your majesty will pardon me. I have been carried away by my
feelings."

"The warmth of your feelings does you honour, colonel," observed
Charles. "I am as rejoiced as yourself at the Earl of Derby's arrival.
His presence will animate my troops. He will have the command of a
regiment, and you will be with him."

"I thank your majesty," replied Roscarrock, bowing. "Heaven grant we
may be more fortunate than we were at Wigan!"

"That disaster will now assuredly be repaired," observed Charles;
"though you will have Cromwell himself to contend with. But you said
the two Giffards of Chillington accompanied you from Boscobel," he
added to the earl. "Where are they?"

"They are waiting to learn your majesty's pleasure respecting them,"
replied Lord Derby.

"In the street?" cried Charles.

"Ay, in the street, my liege," said Roscarrock. "I spoke with them as
I came in. They have not dismounted. Your majesty has not two more
loyal subjects than Thomas and Charles Giffard."

"That I will answer for," added Lord Derby. "And they are brave as
well as loyal."

"You praise them so highly that I must needs see them," remarked
Charles, smiling. "Bring them to me, Careless. Boscobel belongs to
them, you said, my lord?"

"To Tom Giffard, the elder brother, my liege. The Giffards are a very
ancient Roman Catholic family, and have remained constant to the faith
of their forefathers."

"I do not dislike them for adhering to the old religion," said
Charles.

"Besides Chillington, they have another seat called White Ladies,"
pursued the earl. "Your majesty will understand what Boscobel is like
when I mention that it is a secluded recusant's house, full of
priests' hiding-places, so wonderfully contrived, that none concealed
within them were ever discovered. I felt perfectly safe there."

"A good place of refuge, no doubt," remarked Charles. "'Tis well to
know of it. But here come the Giffards."

As he spoke, the two brothers were ushered in by Careless. Both were
handsome, stalwart young men, and their good looks and manly bearing
very favourably impressed the king. A strong family resemblance
existed between them. They were fully armed, as were all gentlemen at
that distracted time. The king accorded them a most gracious
reception.

"I am glad to see you, gentlemen," he said. "And since you have come
to Worcester, I must, perforce, detain you till after the battle. I
want recruits--above all, such recruits as you."

"We have come to offer our services to your majesty," replied Captain
Giffard.

"I accept them," said Charles. "You shall serve under Lord Derby."

"Your majesty has anticipated the request we were about to prefer,"
observed Charles Giffard.

"My Lord of Derby," said the king to the earl, "you must take up your
quarters here. For many reasons I desire to have you with me." The
earl bowed, and Charles turned to the two Giffards and said:
"Gentlemen, you will likewise find quarters here. The kindness and
hospitality shown by you to Lord Derby demand some return. Nay, nay,
good sirs, you will not incommode me. The house is large, and has
plenty of rooms within it. Major Careless will see you comfortably
bestowed."

It need scarcely be said that this gracious proposition was gladly
accepted--indeed, it could not be declined. The Earl of Derby and the
two Giffards were lodged that night in the old mansion in New-street
with the king.



Chapter 23. IN WHAT MANNER JANE LANE WAS CAPTURED, AND BROUGHT BEFORE
CROMWELL

Though often urged to do so by the king, Jane Lane did not leave
Worcester till the last moment, but when it became certain that a
battle was imminent, Charles insisted upon her departure. Very early
on the morning of the 2nd of September she quitted the city,
accompanied by Colonel Lane and Sir Clement Fisher. By riding hard,
she hoped to reach her home in Staffordshire before night. Her
companions were not going with her further than Bewdley, where they
hoped to procure a safe escort for her.

Having selected the road they deemed most secure, the party were
galloping along a lane near Hindlip, when they heard a shout, and the
next moment a party of musketeers, evidently Parliamentarians, with an
officer, came upon them from a cross road. There was nothing for it
but instant flight. As they turned back, the musketeers galloped after
them, and fired a few shots--luckily without effect.

Thinking to escape more quickly, Jane Lane jumped a hedge on the left,
and gained a broad meadow. But neither her brother nor Sir Clement
followed her, while the sounds she heard convinced her they were being
hotly pursued. She rode partly across the meadow, and then stopped,
uncertain what to do, still hoping her companions would join her. But
they came not, and fresh firing at a distance added to her fright.
What was she to do? She could not proceed on her journey alone, and
yet a return to the city was fraught with the utmost peril. Yet this
was the course she resolved on after a few minutes' consideration, and
she rode down to the bottom of the field, anxiously listening for any
warning sounds.

The enemy, however, was nearer at hand than she imagined, and she had
no sooner got out of the field by clearing another hedge than she was
made prisoner by a couple of musketeers. No rough usage was offered
her, but seizing her bridle, the men took her to their leader, who was
posted beneath a wide-spreading beech-tree, with a dozen troopers
beside him.

"Soh! you have captured the Moabitish maiden," observed the leader.

The words and the stern tone in which they were uttered caused Jane to
look at the speaker, and she then, to her astonishment, perceived she
was in the presence of the Lord General himself. Instead of being
alarmed by the discovery, she felt her courage return.

"Thou knowest me, damsel, I perceive," observed Cromwell, perceiving
the effect he had produced upon her. "Answer truthfully the questions
I shall put, and you have no cause for fear."

"I have no fear," replied Jane, stoutly.

"Who were the malignants with you? Was Charles Stuart one of them?
Speak! I will have an answer."

His manner was so authoritative, that she felt almost compelled to
obey. Still she remained silent.

"I ask again, was Charles Stuart one of them?" said Cromwell, still
more sternly. "I have received intelligence from one not likely to
deceive me, that he meditates flight from the city on this very morn.
And I am here on the watch for him."

"You have received false intelligence," rejoined Jane. "The king will
never leave the city."

"Ah! you have plenty of spirit, I find;" cried Cromwell. "But you draw
suspicion on yourself by your reluctance to answer. For the third
time, who were those with you?"

"My brother, Colonel Lane, and my brother's friend, Sir Clement
Fisher," she replied.

"And your own suitor, perchance," remarked Cromwell.

"You are right;" rejoined Jane.

At this juncture several of the troopers returned, and Cromwell called
out:

"Have you captured the men of Moab? Have you smitten them with the
sword?"

"No, your excellency," replied Dighton, who commanded the party. "They
have escaped into the city."

"Heaven be thanked for that!" exclaimed Jane. "Then I care not what
becomes of me."

Cromwell regarded her fixedly, not without a certain admiration.

"You are a stout-hearted maiden," he said, "'Tis a pity you cannot
understand the truth."

"I understand some things," replied Jane, boldly. "I understand
treason and rebellion, and I will have nought to do with traitors and
rebels. Your excellency is fond of texts. Forget not that it has been
said, 'Rebellion is as the sin of witchcraft, and shall be so
punished.' Remember also what Rabshakeh said to Hezekiah, 'On whom
dost thou trust that thou rebellest?' Lastly, I ask with Nehemiah,
'What do ye? Will you rebel against the king?'"

"There is no king left," replied Cromwell. "The Lord has smitten the
house of Ahab, and the seed royal shall be destroyed."

"Not so, thou worse than Athaliah," said Jane. "The blood of the royal
Martyr cries for vengeance upon his murderers, and it will not cry in
vain. Thou mayest capture yonder city--mayest destroy its brave and
devoted citizens, but the king will escape--ay, escape, I tell thee--
and mount the throne when thou art dust."

"While I live he shall never mount the throne," rejoined Cromwell.

His brow had grown very dark as he listened to Jane's imprudent
speech, but he repressed his wrath, and a seasonable interruption was
offered by the arrival of another party of musketeers under the
command of Cornet Hardiman.

With them was a young and good-looking woman on horseback, seated on a
pillion behind a serving-man. She was habited in deep mourning.

"How is this?" cried Oliver, angrily. "Can ye bring me none but women
as prisoners to-day?"

"May it please your excellency," replied Hardiman, "this young dame is
not a prisoner. She is the widow of that Urso Gives who was hanged by
Charles Stuart. Having heard that you made some promise of a reward to
her late husband, she entreated me to bring her before you, and
believing her story, I consented."

"Is this the Widow Gives?" demanded Cromwell, regarding her with
attention.

"Ay, marry, your excellency," replied the young dame. "I am the widow
of that unfortunate man, who lost his life in your service. I have
been informed by the Reverend Laban Foxe--a most godly minister--that
your excellency promised Urso a reward, and that if he perished I
should receive it."

"It is true, and I will not fail one word of my promise," replied
Cromwell. "You shall have the reward, but you must be content to wait
for it till the city is in my hands."

"Then I trust she will have to wait for it long," observed Jane.

Cromwell took no notice of the remark, but said to the young widow:

"You are passing fair, and I marvel not at your husband's strong
attachment to you."

"Of a truth, poor Urso was greatly attached to me," replied the young
widow, putting her handkerchief to her eyes.

"Be constant to his memory, if you can--though I fear 'twill be a hard
matter with you to be so," observed Cromwell. "But I have no further
time for idle discourse. Since there is no chance of capturing Charles
Stuart, I shall not tarry longer here. Take charge of this damsel," he
added. "Her friends have left her. But mark me! she must not return to
the city. Neither return thither thyself, if thou wouldst live to
enjoy thy pension."

"Your excellency's injunctions shall be obeyed," replied Dame Gives,
trembling.

"I thought I was a prisoner," remarked Jane, surprised.

"I do not make prisoners of women," replied Cromwell, coldly.

With this he gave the word to Dighton, and immediately rode off in the
direction of Perry Wood, followed by his troops.

No sooner was he gone, than Jane said to Dame Gives:

"Notwithstanding the Lord General's prohibition, I must, and will
return to Worcester. I must relieve my brother's anxiety on my
account."

"Beseech you do not, dear lady," replied the young widow, earnestly.
"Come with me to Droitwich, whither I am going, and I will undertake
to provide you a faithful messenger, who shall convey a letter or a
token from you to Colonel Lane or Sir Clement Fisher."

"You know me then!" cried Jane in astonishment.

"There are very few in Worcester who do not know Mistress Jane Lane,"
replied Dame Gives.

"But your sympathies are with the enemy--not with us," cried Jane.

The very significant look given her by the young widow satisfied her
she was mistaken.

"Major Careless would tell you differently," whispered Dame Gives,
leaning forward.

"My doubts are removed," said Jane. "I will go with you to Droitwich."

"You will not find your confidence misplaced," replied Dame Gives.
"And it will delight me to be of service to you."

They then rode off at a brisk pace, and were soon on the high road to
Droitwich.



Chapter 24. WHAT CHARLES BEHELD FROM THE SUMMIT OF THE CATHEDRAL TOWER

Brightly dawned the fatal 3rd of September, 1651, as if the day just
breaking were destined to be one of peace and rejoicing rather than of
strife and bloodshed. But the gladdening influence of the sunshine
that gilded its towers, spires, and pinnacles could not dispel the
gloom hanging over the devoted city. Men sprang from their restless
couches oppressed with the sense that the dreadful contest in which
they must of necessity take part was close at hand. Before night the
king's fate would probably be decided. If he fell, the city dedicated
to his cause would fall with him.

This conviction forced itself upon the minds of all who arose that
morn in Worcester. After arming themselves, many of the soldier
citizens looked round at their quiet homes as if taking leave of them
for ever, or gazed with unspeakable anguish at their wives and
children, well knowing the beloved ones would not be spared if the
ruthless Parliamentarians should obtain the mastery. Some few were
unmanned, but the majority faced the terrible situation resolutely,
and conquered their emotion. Of victory they had now but little hope,
yet they did not absolutely despair, since in war there is always a
chance. Their word had been given to the king, and it must be kept, be
the consequences what they might. If they could not secure him the
throne they could die for him; and they were determined to sell their
lives dearly. As to surrender, such a thought never occurred to these
loyal folks, and if advantageous terms had been offered by Cromwell
they would have rejected the dishonouring proposal with scorn.

Half an hour before daybreak the reveille was beaten in the streets,
the citizens who belonged to the different corps having been ordered
to muster at an early hour on the College Green, at the Cross, and in
other places. To these different points they were now marching, and
the clank of arms resounded in all quarters.

The men of Worcester were not inexperienced in military service, most
of them having been engaged in the two previous sieges of the city. A
considerable number were employed on the walls and fortifications to
assist the regular artillerymen, but others were formed into
companies, each corps being commanded by a skilled officer. These
companies were intended as a reserve force. The city being under
military rule, the authority of the mayor was to a certain extent
superseded, but he had quite enough to do as commander of the mounted
civic guard, which being augmented by recruits brought by gentlemen of
the county, now formed a regiment four hundred strong.

All the gates of the city were strongly guarded, and, as already
intimated, the Foregate, which formed the principal outlet on the
north, had been walled up. No one, without an order, could cross the
bridge; and no boats, except the large flat-bottomed ferry-boats
employed for the transit of troops and horses, were allowed on the
river.

Grim war had set its stamp on Worcester.. Since the citizens had all
become soldiers, there seemed to be soldiers everywhere--none but
soldiers. No women were abroad; they were afraid to stir forth, and
would fain have barricaded their dwellings. The clank of arms, the
beating of drums, the call of the bugle, were the only sounds heard in
the streets.

The churches were open, and those who chose stepped in to breathe a
prayer--the last, perhaps, they might ever utter. Alas! how those
sacred edifices were soon afterwards profaned! The taverns likewise
were open--indeed, they had been open all night--and were full of
Cavaliers fortifying themselves before assembling for duty with a
morning's draught of canary. A large body of the mounted civic guard
was drawn up in front of the Guildhall awaiting the mayor's
appearance, while small detachments were patrolling the streets. In
the Corn Market the king's bodyguard was assembled, ready to escort
his majesty to the cathedral.

As soon as it became light, anxious looks were directed towards the
strong intrenchments thrown up by Cromwell on Perry Wood, and to the
camp on Red Hill, but no movements were distinguishable at either
place.

Charles was as early astir as any of the citizens. He had slept
soundly on the last night he was destined to pass at Worcester, and
awoke refreshed and in good spirits, fully prepared for any perils and
fatigue he might encounter. Had he known all he would have to go
through during the next twenty-four hours he might have felt grateful
for the good night's rest he had enjoyed.

Half an hour before daybreak he was roused by Careless, and after
making a hearty breakfast with Lord Derby, put on his armour and rode
with the earl to the cathedral.

A council of war had been summoned to meet the king soon after
daybreak on the summit of the cathedral tower, whence the whole
surrounding district could be surveyed, and the movements of the enemy
more easily discovered than from any other post of observation in the
city, and his majesty was now proceeding to the place of rendezvous.

Alighting at the northern portal, Charles and the Earl of Derby
entered the sacred edifice, and found the Duke of Hamilton, the Duke
of Buckingham, the Earl of Lauderdale, Lord Talbot, Lord Wilmot, Lord
Rothes, and several other distinguished personages, assembled in the
nave.

All being fully armed, they formed a very striking group. The anxious
expression of their countenances, which none cared to conceal, showed
how deeply they were impressed with the perilous position of affairs.
Charles appeared far more hopeful than his generals, and returned
their grave salutations with a cheerfulness that surprised some of
those who expected to find him despondent.

Massey had so far recovered from his wounds that he was able to attend
the council, and Pitscottie was likewise present; but Montgomery,
Keith, Drummond, Dalyell, and Sir Alexander Forbes, were necessarily
absent, and Lesley had sent an excuse.

Several small groups of soldiers were collected within the cathedral,
and amongst them were half a dozen Highlanders, who formed
Pitscottie's guard.

Inviting the members of the council to follow him, the king proceeded
to the north aisle of the choir, in which was the entrance to a spiral
stone staircase communicating with the tower. Two musketeers were
stationed at this door. Careless mounted first; the king went next,
and the others followed, as they might, in no particular order.

In the belfry, which he soon reached, Charles found Middleton and
Colonel Legge, and was well pleased to see them, but being impatient,
he scarcely paused a moment, and quickly ascended a second circular
staircase, narrower and steeper than the first, and soon gained the
summit of the tower.

A wide and beautiful prospect now lay before him, but it was not the
beauty or extent of the landscape that attracted him. The lofty post
he had attained enabled him to see the whole of the adjoining
districts on the south and south-east of the city, Red Hill and Perry
Wood, both banks of the river, the junction of the Teme and the
Severn, Powick with its church crowning a woody eminence, and all the
country skirting the right bank of the Severn, and lying between
Powick and Upton.

But before proceeding with our description, let us say a word about
the cathedral tower, on the summit of which the king stood.

Some five centuries old, being finished in 1374, this structure, one
of the finest in the kingdom, and the richest in embellishment, is
upwards of one hundred and sixty feet high, measured from the roof of
the central transept from which it springs. Exquisite tabernacle work
surrounds the upper stage, and the eastern faade is ornamented by
figures, one of which represents Edward III., at the latter end of
whose reign the tower was completed. Viewed from all points, owing to
the position of the reverend pile it adorns, the tower appears to
singular advantage.

About fifty years subsequent to the date of our history, this noble
structure was repaired--judiciously repaired, we are bound to add--and
the existing pinnacles and battlements were erected.

In other respects it is unaltered since Charles II's time, except what
has been done internally in the belfry and clock-chamber by the
unwearied exertions of the Rev. Richard Cattley, one of the present
minor canons of the cathedral.[3] As the battlements at the time of
our history were more than six feet high, a wooden platform had been
constructed to enable the king and his attendants to look over them
without inconvenience. Above the tower, on a tall flag-staff, floated
the royal standard.

Springing up the wooden steps Charles leaned over the south parapet,
and gazed eagerly at the posts of the enemy. In another minute the
whole of the battlements were thronged, and a dozen field-glasses
anxiously directed towards Perry Wood and Red Hill.

The main body of the Parliamentary army which now occupied the former
post remained stationary, but it was evident that some movement was
taking place on the western slopes of Red Hill--probably in the
direction of the Severn--and thinking this might be so, Charles
directed his scrutiny to the near bank of the river, but though he
scanned it carefully for a couple of miles he could discern nothing to
justify alarm. The river that flowed past the lofty pile on which he
stood was nowhere disturbed. Next following the Teme from its point of
junction with the larger river--its course being easily traced by the
withes and willows fringing its banks--his eye rested on the old
bridge of Powick. A desperate effort he had always felt, would be made
by the enemy, early in the day, to secure this pass; but he did not
foresee, nor did any of his generals foresee, the skilful manuvre by
which its capture would be effected.

Charles had every reliance on General Montgomery's vigilance and
bravery, supported as he was by Colonel George Keith.

Viewed from the cathedral tower on that bright morning, Powick seemed
close at hand, and though the old bridge was partially veiled in a
slight mist arising from the river, Montgomery's brigade could be seen
drawn up on Wykefield, a large meadow, close beside it--the helmets
and accoutrements of the men flashing in the sunbeams.

Satisfied that Montgomery was on the alert, and that no immediate
danger threatened him, Charles continued his inspection, and, with his
field-glass, swept the district lying between Powick and Upton.

Suddenly an exclamation broke from him that caused all the other
glasses to be turned in the same direction as his own, and it was then
perceived by all that a large body of cavalry was skirting the Old
Hills.

Almost immediately afterwards another regiment of horse could be
descried somewhat nearer the Severn. Both were evidently advancing
upon Powick Bridge.

"That must be Fleetwood's brigade," cried Charles, still keeping his
glass fixed on the troops.

"Your majesty is right," observed Massey, who was standing behind the
king. "It is Fleetwood's regiment--Ingoldsby is nearer the river--and
with him are Goff and Gibbons. The troops coming through Woodsfield
Copse, if I mistake not, are commanded by General Deane. Montgomery
will have enough to do to maintain the bridge against such odds."

"He must be reinforced--and quickly," cried Charles. "No troops can be
spared from the city. Dalyell must send a detachment from St. John's.
Careless shall take a message to him at once."

"I will go myself, sire," said Massey, "and take command of the
detachment."

"But have you strength enough for the task, general?"

"My strength will return when I meet the enemy," rejoined Massey.

Charles did not attempt to stay him, and he departed.

Again the king watched the regiments advancing from Upton. They came
on slowly and cautiously, while the skirmishers scoured the fields and
lanes.

"How is this?" cried Charles, angrily. "Are they to be allowed to
reach Powick without hindrance?"

"Not so, my liege," replied Middleton, who had taken Massey's place
behind the king. "They will meet with a warm reception anon. Look more
closely, and you will perceive that the hedges are lined with
soldiers. Those are your new recruits, and they are just the men for
this sort of work. Ah! they are beginning in earnest now."

As he spoke, firing was heard in the distance, and looking in the
direction of the sound, Charles perceived that several of the
skirmishers had been shot down, while the riderless horses were
careering wildly over the field.

A stronger party was instantly sent on to clear the hedges. But this
was no easy task. General Middleton was right. The new recruits
understood this kind of fighting. Excellent marksmen, and well posted,
they gave their enemies a vast deal of trouble. Driven from one spot,
they quickly took up another position, and even while retreating
managed to do considerable execution. Their officers knew every inch
of ground, and where to place them. Advantage was taken of ever lane
and defile, and the enemy's progress towards Powick was very
considerably checked.

Among the officers who commanded these gallant little bands, which
were scattered about the coppices and orchards in order to distract
the enemy, and if possible throw him into confusion, were Colonel
Lane, Captain Hornyold, and Sir Rowland Berkeley of Cotheridge. Sir
Rowland rode a piebald horse, and the peculiarity of his steed caused
him to be remarked by Colonel Goff. In Sir Rowland's corps were
Lieutenant Vosper and Corporal Trubshaw, both of whom displayed great
courage. Half of this brave little corps were cut down; but the rest--
and Vosper and Trubshaw were among them--reached Powick Bridge, and
were then posted with Captain Woolfe in a water-mill on the banks of
the Teme.



Chapter 25. HOW CROMWELL CONSTRUCTED A BRIDGE OF BOATS ACROSS THE
SEVERN

Charles and his council were still watching with great interest the
desultory fighting previously described, and expressing surprise and
admiration at the courage and pertinacity displayed by the recruits,
when their attention was suddenly called to a circumstance that
materially tended to increase the king's anxiety.

About a mile below the city, on the left bank of the river, is a woody
acclivity called Bunn's Hill. It is a fine grassy slope, and the land
beyond the summit has a park-like appearance, being ornamented with
fine timber and coppices. The high road to Bath, which passes over
Bunn's Hill, is distant about half a mile from the Severn. The hill
itself slopes towards the river, and there is more rough wood on that
side than on the summit. After passing the top, and getting on to the
level, the slope towards the Severn becomes more precipitous, until a
place is reached, now called "The Ketch"--about half a mile beyond the
summit of the hill. For some distance the bank is then a nearly
perpendicular marl rock, some thirty or forty feet in height. Bunn's
Hill is not quite half a mile from the confluence of the Teme and the
Severn. The appearance of Bunn's Hill was somewhat wilder when Charles
gazed at it from the cathedral than it is at the present day, but its
general features are unchanged.

While looking towards the woody slopes we have just described, the
king perceived a large body of soldiers, amounting perhaps to a
thousand, issue from a coppice that had hitherto screened them from
view. They had with them pontoon-carriages and some cannon, and
descending to the banks of the river, selected a favourable spot for
their purpose, and immediately began to construct a bridge of boats.

The sight of this operation, which was carried on most expeditiously,
greatly excited Charles.

"This must be stopped," he exclaimed. "If yonder pontoon bridge should
be completed, Cromwell will cross the river and outflank Montgomery.
We ought to have foreseen it."

Then calling to Pitscottie, who stepped towards him instantly, he
added, "Haste to your regiment, colonel. Fortunately, it is not far
from the spot you have to reach. That bridge of boats must not be
completed, or if it should be finished before you arrive, it must be
destroyed."

"It shall be done, my liege, if I sacrifice all my men in executing
your majesty's order," replied Pitscottie. "Trust me, Cromwell shall
never set foot on the west bank of the Severn."

With that Pitscottie disappeared.

In an inconceivably short space of time he was seen crossing the river
in one of the large flat-bottomed boats we have before mentioned. His
charger and his guard of Highlanders were with him. On reaching the
bank, he quickly disembarked, and mounting his steed, galloped off
towards his camp, his swift-footed men almost keeping up with him.

Not entirely satisfied with Pitscottie's ability to execute the order
given him, Charles was about to send Colonel Legge with a detachment
of men to Bunn's Hill to interrupt the pontoniers, but the Duke of
Hamilton dissuaded him from the design, saying that the forces round
the city must on no account be diminished.

"Rather let a general attack be made upon the enemy on Perry Wood,
sire," said Hamilton. "We shall thus most effectually divert Cromwell
from his designs on Powick. He cannot be everywhere."

The Earl of Derby coincided with the duke in opinion, but Charles, who
had noticed that Fleetwood and Ingoldsby were driving the recruits
before them, and drawing near to Powick, became very impatient, and
cried out:

"Not till I have conferred with Montgomery and Keith--not till I have
seen yon bridge of boats destroyed--must the general attack be made.
If Montgomery is forced to retreat, we shall be hemmed in. On my
return, we will attack Cromwell's intrenchments on Perry Wood, as
proposed, and I will lead the assault in person. Today will decide our
fate. To you, my good Lord Rothes, and to you, brave Sir William
Hamilton, a word at parting, as I may not see you again till all is
over. To no better hands than yours could the maintenance of the
Castle Hill be confided. Hold it to the last. Those who can be spared
may accompany me to Powick. The rest must repair to their posts, and
hold themselves in readiness for the signal of attack."

Attended by the Duke of Buckingham, the Earl of Derby, Lord Wilmot,
and one or two others who eagerly availed themselves of his permission
to accompany him, Charles then quitted the summit of the tower.

Hastily descending the circular stone staircase, he passed out of the
cathedral. In another moment he was joined by his attendants, and the
whole party proceeded quickly to the quay and embarked in one of the
flat-bottomed boats we have previously mentioned. Their horses were
brought over in a similar conveyance, under the charge of Careless;
and in a third boat came half a dozen musketeers of the guard, who did
not even dismount as they were ferried across the river. No time was
lost in the disembarkation, and in a few minutes more the king and his
attendants were speeding towards Powick, followed by the musketeers.

As they rode on, the continuous rattle of musketry was heard in the
direction of Bunn's Hill, and they all concluded that Pitscottie was
now actively engaged in checking the attempt of the Republican corps
to cross the river at this point by means of the bridge of boats.

Such was the king's opinion--such the opinion of the Earl of Derby--
but in reality, before the Scottish leader could bring up his
regiment, the bridge of boats was completed.



Chapter 26. HOW CROMWELL THREW A FLYING BRIDGE OVER THE TEME

The first person to cross over was no other than Cromwell himself.
Under the Lord General's personal superintendence the pontoon bridge
had been constructed with the utmost rapidity, and, strange to say,
almost without opposition. He crossed the river on foot, at the head
of the column of men we have described, and at once prepared for
action, for he saw Pitscottie advancing with his regiment of
Highlanders to attack him. With the promptitude which he ever
displayed, the Lord General took up an excellent position, and after a
sharp conflict, during which he was reinforced by a detachment of
horse, he drove back the High-landers with great slaughter.

Pitscottie retreated towards Pitmarston, and satisfied with routing
him, Cromwell marched towards the Teme, his object being to throw a
flying bridge across that river, so as to allow reinforcements to be
sent to Fleetwood and Ingoldsby during their attack upon Montgomery at
Powick.

When this important manuvre was accomplished, he felt he should be
master on the west side of the river, since a quick and uninterrupted
communication could be kept up with his generals. His progress,
however, towards the Teme was not unopposed, but, on the contrary, was
seriously obstructed by the Royalist infantry. He had to pass through
a meadow, the hedges of which were lined with soldiers, who fired on
his men as they marched on. But these obstacles were removed by the
troopers, and the Teme being reached, a flying bridge across it was
speedily constructed. Thus Cromwell's able plan was accomplished, and
he inwardly exulted at its success.

Without a moment's loss of time he sent Dighton, with a detachment, to
Fleetwood, to acquaint that general with what had been done.

"Say to him," he added, "that the enemy is now compassed about, and
bid him destroy them in the Lord's name."

Though he had no fear that the flying bridge across the Teme could be
reached by the enemy, he left a sufficient guard for its protection,
and then returned with the rest of his troops to the bridge of boats
across the Severn.

The communication between the two bridges was now unobstructed, the
enemy having been completely driven off. Cromwell, however, posted a
battalion on the west bank of the Severn to defend this important
pass.

Before crossing the river, he awaited Dighton's return. This active
messenger brought him very satisfactory intelligence.

Fleetwood and Ingoldsby had reached the village of Powick, and were
preparing to attack Montgomery's brigade. Lambert was bringing up his
regiment to reinforce them, so that their success appeared certain.

"It is rumoured that Charles Stuart himself with the Duke of
Buckingham, the Earl of Derby, and some others of the malignant
leaders, are with General Montgomery," observed Dighton. "From what I
could learn they have only just arrived, and will not tarry long."

"They may tarry long enough to see Montgomery driven from the bridge,"
rejoined Cromwell, with a grim smile. "But no--I do Montgomery wrong.
He is brave, and will hold his post as long as it can be held. Colonel
George Keith, also, is a good soldier. Mark me, Dighton. Charles
Stuart will hurry back to the city as soon as he has given his orders.
I will find him employment there."

As he spoke, sharp firing was heard in the direction of Powick Bridge.

"Ha! the attack has commenced," cried Cromwell, to whose ears the
sound was music. "Would I were with them. Yet they do not need me. I
have no better general than my son-in-law Fleetwood, unless it be
Lambert, and he is with him. Together they are resistless."

After listening for a few minutes to the rattle of musketry, which was
now mingled with the sound of heavier guns, Cromwell raised his hands,
as if invoking a blessing, and exclaimed aloud, so that all might
hear:

"The Lord of Hosts go with them, and give them a glorious victory!"

He then crossed the pontoon bridge, and mounting his charger which was
in readiness for him, rode up the pleasant slopes of Bunn's Hill, ever
and anon turning to look at the conflict going on at Powick Bridge.

Halting for a short time at Red Hill, he gave his final instructions
to Lilburn and Lord Grey of Groby, both of whom were arrayed for
battle, and then rode on to Perry Wood.

On arriving there, he gave instant orders that the largest guns in the
battery should open fire on Fort Royal--preparatory to storming the
fort.

The order was instantly obeyed. The engineers on the fort at once
replied to the cannonade, and what would now be called an "artillery
duel" commenced. The outposts of the royal army were likewise fired
upon from other points, but no general attack was made on either side.



Chapter 27. THE FIGHT OF POWICK BRIDGE

Meanwhile, a desperate conflict took place between the contending
forces at Powick Bridge--hundreds of lives being sacrificed for the
possession of this all-important pass.

The grey old bridge still stands, and if the stones could speak, they
would have a terrible tale to relate. The situation of the old bridge
is singularly peaceful and quiet. At the time of which we treat, there
were no habitations near it except a water-mill, and two or three
cottages, the village of Powick being about three parts of a mile
distant. The bridge is strongly built, and narrow, with angular
openings like those of Upton Bridge.

Peaceful as is the spot, it had already been the scene of a bloody
conflict between the Parliamentarians and Royalists, in 1642, when
Prince Rupert posted himself near a hawthorn-bush on the brow of a
bank adjoining Wykefield, and dashed upon the Earl of Essex. But
things were now destined to be changed. In front of the bridge, on the
road to Powick village, Montgomery's infantry was posted, in ranks,
five deep--the men being armed with pikes and carabines.

Attacked by Fleetwood's dragoons, they sustained the onset firmly,
killing numbers of men and horses, but on the second charge their
ranks were broken, and they were driven across the narrow bridge with
great slaughter--many of them jumping into the river to avoid the
merciless dragoons who were hewing them down. Deeply dyed with blood,
the Teme was almost choked with the bodies of the slain. But it was on
the further side of the bridge, at Wykefield, just mentioned as the
scene of Rupert's victory nine years before, that the severest part of
the contest took place.

On Wykefield, as three or four meadows hereabouts are designated,
Montgomery's main body was drawn up, and when the confusion caused by
the retreat of the advanced guard could be set right, a fierce attack
was made on the Parliamentarians, and so energetic was it that the
latter were driven back, and it seemed as if possession of the bridge
would be regained by the Royalists. But the success was fleeting.

Another troop of horse came on--the bridge was cleared--Ingoldsby's
regiment passed over--and the fight became general on the meadows, and
soon extended as far as Rupert's hawthorn-bush.

Just below the bridge, on the left bank of the river, as we have
previously mentioned, was a water-mill, and near it were two or three
small cottages. The mill, which with its large wheel formed a
picturesque object from the bridge, was occupied by a party of
recruits, placed there by Montgomery. The party was commanded by
Captain Woolfe, and amongst those with him, as we have already
intimated, were Lieutenant Vosper and Corporal Trubshaw. These
recruits were excellent marksmen, and being thus advantageously
posted, did great execution upon the dragoons during the conflict on
the bridge. Orders were given to dislodge them, but this was found
impossible, owing to the continuous fire kept up by Captain Woolfe and
his men. Nor would they have been driven out if the enemy had not set
the mill on fire. The old structure was speedily in flames, and for a
short time formed a striking object in the terrible picture. The
blazing mill and some wooden outbuildings connected with it, which had
likewise caught fire, were reflected on the river already dyed of a
sanguinary hue, and filled with dying and dead.

While still burning, the mill was surrounded by dragoons, between whom
and the Royalist recruits a desperate fight took place. With the fire
at the back, and the enemy in front, no wonder the Royalists fought
fiercely. Some few escaped--but the greater number were killed, or
thrown back into the flames. Captain Woolfe and Vosper fought their
way out, but poor Trubshaw was not so fortunate. His skull was split,
and he staggered back into the fire.

Wykefield was now a complete field of battle, in which many marvellous
acts of heroism were performed by the Royalists. Small parties of
Cavaliers might be seen scattered over the field engaged against
fearful odds--but still fighting furiously, and in some cases
overcoming their antagonists. With the remnant of his brave regiment
of Highlanders, Pitscottie had joined the fight, and lent what aid he
could. But despite their gallant efforts to maintain their ground, the
Cavaliers were driven back almost as far as Rupert's hawthorn-bush.
Still, the fight went on, though the ranks of the Royalists were much
thinned, and their ammunition began to fail. On the other hand, the
Parliamentarians were being constantly reinforced.

Considering the inequality of the contending forces--the
Parliamentarians being now three to one--the duration of the fight at
Powick was remarkable. The contest lasted for nearly two hours, and
during this time the Royalists held their ground stoutly against their
adversaries.

Montgomery was severely wounded, and could with difficulty sit his
horse.

Keith, who had thrown himself into the thick of the fray, in the vain
hope of turning the tide, had been taken prisoner. Finding all against
him, Montgomery, at last, was compelled to order a retreat, and strove
to prevent it from being converted into a total rout.

The advance of the victors was somewhat checked by the soldiers, who
lined the hedges, and fired at the enemy from every sheltered spot.

A stand was made at Pitmarston, but it was brief and ineffectual. The
rout of the Royalists was then complete, and all who could escape the
enemy's sword fled to St. John's, where General Dalyell's brigade was
quartered, and where it was thought that the victorious
Parliamentarians would be stopped. But such was not the case.

Earlier in the day, alleging that he could not spare them, Dalyell
refused to send a detachment of his men with Massey to Powick, and now
after a short resistance, which only reflected disgrace upon him, he
ordered his brigade to lay down their arms to Fleetwood.

Having thus carried everything before them on the western side of the
river, Fleetwood and Ingoldsby prepared to cross the bridge, and enter
the doomed city.



Chapter 28. HOW THE BATTERY ON PERRY WOOD WAS TAKEN BY THE KING

The king was not present during any part of the disastrous conflict
just described. On arriving at Powick Bridge with his attendants, he
found Montgomery and Keith at their post, and confident of their
ability to maintain it. No reinforcements had been sent, as yet, by
Dalyell, but doubtless they would soon arrive, and Montgomery declared
he did not require them.

Continuous firing having been for some time heard in the direction of
the Severn, Montgomery, in obedience to his majesty's command, was
about to detach a party of men to support Pitscottie, when a Highland
soldier arrived in breathless haste bringing intelligence that his
leader had been routed by the enemy. Charles could scarcely credit the
news, but on ascertaining the full extent of the disaster, he felt the
necessity of immediately returning to the city, and preparing against
an attack on the south, which might now be expected.

He therefore rode back with his attendants, crossed the river at the
palace-ferry, and at once proceeded to the Sidbury-gate, where he
found the Duke of Hamilton. From the watch posted on the summit of the
cathedral tower, the duke had already heard of Pitscottie's defeat and
the construction of the flying bridge across the Teme. He did not for
a moment attempt to disguise the perilous position in which his
majesty would be placed if Montgomery should be worsted at Powick, and
coincided with the king in opinion that the general attack should not
be delayed, but advised that a visit should first be paid to Lesley,
whom he had not as yet seen that morning.

Acting upon this counsel, Charles, attended by the Earl of Derby, Lord
Wilmot, Careless, and a small escort, rode to the Blockhouse fields,
where Lesley was stationed with his Scottish horse. He found him with
the whole of his large force under arms, and apparently ready for
action. But he could not help noticing that Lesley looked exceedingly
grave, and not altogether free from uneasiness.

"Is this man really the traitor he is generally thought?" mentally
ejaculated Charles. "I will try him. Colonel Lesley," he cried, as he
rode up, "I am resolved to take yon battery on Perry Wood. Bid your
men prepare for the attack. I shall lead them in person."

On receiving this command, Lesley immediately drew near the king, and
said, in a low voice:

"I beseech you not to call upon them to make the attack, sire. They
will not follow you."

"Not follow me!" exclaimed Charles, fiercely. "Lesley, you are a
traitor!"

"I have already told you, sire," replied Lesley, in the same low
voice, "that the men are not to be relied on. They will not fight with
your Cavaliers."

"What will they do, then?" demanded Charles, sternly. "Will they
utterly desert me in my hour of need? Will they deliver me to the
enemy?"

"No, sire; but if, in obedience to your commands, I order them to
attack yon battery, not one of them will stir."

Just then the roar of artillery was heard. The battery had opened fire
on Fort Royal, and was immediately answered--as we have already
described--by the Royalist engineers. The din was heightened by the
smaller ordnance of the Blockhouse, which now began to operate--though
with little effect--against Cromwell's intrenchments.

"Can you hear this, and stand tamely by?" observed Charles,
reproachfully, to Lesley.

"I cannot help it, my liege," was the Scottish leader's answer. "My
men are mutinous and will not obey me. Look at them now, and you will
be convinced that I speak the truth. But do not, I entreat you, compel
me to put their disloyalty to the proof."

Charles cast his eye along the line nearest him, and the sullen and
discontented aspect of the men fully confirmed Lesley's assertion.

The Earl of Derby had likewise taken a rapid survey of the regiment,
and came to a like conclusion.

"A mutinous spirit evidently prevails among the men," he said to the
king, "and may break out at once, if an attempt is made to force them
into action. Leave Lesley to manage them. He can do it, if he will."

"'Tis the confounded Kirk committee that has been at work with them,"
cried Charles. "Lesley," he added, in a low significant tone to the
Scottish leader, "you will gain nothing by deserting me; but much--
very much--by standing firmly by me at this critical juncture."

"My liege," said Lesley, earnestly, "if you are in jeopardy, I will
bring you aid. I cannot promise more."

Obliged to be content with this, Charles rode off with his attendants
and escort, and regardless of the enemy's fire, which was now
extending along the heights and increasing in fury, proceeded to visit
his various outposts.

Very little impression was produced upon Fort Royal by the heavy
cannonade directed against it from Perry Wood, nor was any immediate
attempt made by the enemy to storm it.

Lilburn and Lord Grey of Groby gradually drew closer to the Royalist
outposts, but seemed to be awaiting the Lord General's signal for the
grand attack. And such, in reality, was the case. From the apparent
inertness of the enemy it was erroneously supposed by the Royalists
that most of the Parliamentary troops had been drawn to the other side
of the Severn. Cromwell, however, had a motive for all he did, and if
he delayed the attack, it was because he deemed the right moment for
making it had not arrived.

Never was he more cheerful than he appeared to be throughout this
trying day. Confident of victory, he yet kept a watchful look-out upon
the enemy, and seemed surprised that the attack, which he expected the
king to make upon him, should be so long delayed. For this attack,
come when it might, he was fully prepared; but as evening began to
draw on, and no movement was made by the royal forces, he grew
impatient.

"Time will scarcely be allowed us for the work," he said to the
officers with him, "yet will I not move till I have full assurance
that Fleetwood and Ingoldsby are masters of St. John's, and ready to
enter the city."

At this moment a messenger rode up bringing the intelligence he so
eagerly desired.

Montgomery was utterly routed--Keith a prisoner--Dalyell had
surrendered. Fleetwood and Ingoldsby were preparing to cross the
bridge, and enter the city. Lambert was marching towards the bridge of
boats, and would soon bring his regiment to Perry Wood. Such was the
sum of the despatch. The messenger had to take a circuitous route, or
it would have been delivered sooner.

Cromwell could not conceal his satisfaction.

"The Lord of Hosts is with us," he exclaimed. "His holy arm hath
gotten us the victory. Nothing remains but to finish the work so well
begun. On this day twelvemonth, at Dunbar, the word was, 'The Lord of
Hosts.' So let it be to-day. The signal then was, 'We have no white
about us.' The same signal shall serve now. Make this known throughout
the regiments, and then prepare for action."

While issuing these orders, Cromwell had noticed a movement at the
Sidbury-gate, and now fixing his field-glass upon the spot he
perceived that the main body of the royal army, horse and foot, was
coming forth from the gate, evidently for the purpose of attacking
him. He was at no loss to discover that the host was commanded by the
king in person, and that Charles was attended by several of his most
distinguished nobles. Indeed, from a closer survey, he felt certain
that the Dukes of Hamilton and Buckingham were with him.

It was a splendid sight to see that gallant host issue forth from the
gate, and familiar as he was with such spectacles, Cromwell watched it
for some minutes with great interest--noting the strength of each
regiment, and making many shrewd observations to his own officers.

"Charles Stuart hath come forth in all his bravery," he said. "But he
and all his host shall be utterly discomfited. Up, and smite them.
Spare none of the malignants. As to their prince, take him not
captive, but slay him without pity."

Many circumstances had conspired to prevent Charles from making the
attack he had meditated upon the enemy until so late in the day. But
when he learnt that Dalyell had surrendered he no longer hesitated,
but marched forth as we have just described. He was accompanied by the
Dukes of Buckingham and Hamilton, the Earl of Derby, Lord Wilmot, Sir
Alexander Forbes, and several other distinguished personages, and had
with him his best infantry and cavalry, and his bravest Cavaliers.

The command of the right wing was given to the Duke of Hamilton, that
of the left to the Earl of Derby, with whom was Colonel Roscarrock,
while he himself commanded the centre. Perry Wood was to be attacked
on either side, while a charge was made on the battery.

The plan was executed with remarkable quickness and precision. No
sooner were the men formed than a general charge was made on Perry
Wood, each division taking its appointed course.

Such was the impetuosity of the Cavaliers who formed the central body
led by the king, that they drove back Cromwell's body-guard who rode
down the hill to meet them, and rushing on with irresistible fury
broke through the pickets, forced the intrenchments, and putting the
artillerymen to the sword, actually obtained possession of the enemy's
largest guns.

For a brief space Charles, who had led this wonderful charge--the most
brilliant feat performed at the fight of Worcester--seemed master of
the position. He was on the very spot just occupied by Cromwell
himself, and had taken his guns. The valiant Cavaliers who attended
their sovereign raised a shout of triumph, and struck the cannon with
their swords.

With the king were Colonel Legge, Colonel Lane, Captain Giffard,
Colonel Blague, Marmaduke Darcy, Wogan, and Careless. They had ridden
close behind him, and had shared every danger he incurred. Colonel
Legge, indeed, had saved the king's life. It was a singular sight to
see the royal party on the top of the hill in the midst of the
Parliamentarian forces. But their position seemed scarcely tenable,
though Hamilton and Derby were pressing on, on either side, to their
aid.

Nevertheless, Charles exulted in his brief triumph, and his exultation
was shared by his companions. The hitherto invincible Ironclads had
retreated before him, and were still in confusion and disorder, while
both Hamilton and Derby, animated by the king's success, were driving
all before them. Moreover, a most important result had been obtained
by the capture of the guns. Fort Royal, which had suffered
considerably from the ceaseless cannonade of the battery, was now left
unmolested.

At this critical juncture, when his fate hung in the balance, and when
the Scottish horse might have helped him to victory, Charles looked
anxiously down to the spot where Lesley was posted. He was still there
with his troops. But they remained motionless, although their leader
must have been aware of the king's success, and must have felt how
important aid would be at that moment.

"Does he move?--is he coming?" cried Charles.

"No, sire," rejoined Legge, straining his eyes in the direction of the
Scottish cavalry. "He does not stir. Curses on him for a traitor."

"Oh, that Montrose were alive and in his place," ejaculated Charles,
bitterly. "He would not have served me thus!"

"No, sire," observed Careless. "Montrose would have secured you the
victory."

It may be that the battle of Worcester was lost by Charles, owing to
Lesley's inaction or treachery. If the king's extraordinary success
could have been at once followed up, victory might have ensued. Who
shall say?



Chapter 29. HOW THE BATTLE OF WORCESTER WAS LOST BY THE KING

Cromwell was somewhat disconcerted by the unlooked-for advantage
gained by Charles, but he quickly brought his disordered troops to
their ranks, and prepared to bring forward his reserves. Like Charles,
he looked down to the Blockhouse fields to see what Lesley would do,
but was speedily reassured by finding the Scottish horse remain
motionless.

"The men of Sechem have dealt treacherously with Abimelech," he said,
with a stern smile. "Had Lesley come to his master's aid in time, he
might have given me some trouble."

Detaching troops on either side to prevent a junction between the
three parties of Royalists, he himself made a determined attack on the
king.

The onset was terrible, but Charles and his Cavaliers bore it firmly,
and maintained their ground, giving abundant proofs of valour, and
showing of what stout stuff they were made, since they could thus
resist the attack of Cromwell's veteran troops.

The conflict lasted for a considerable time--much longer, indeed, than
Cromwell expected--but when Lambert arrived with his troops it became
too unequal, and the Cavaliers were forced to give way. Besides, their
ammunition was completely exhausted, and they were obliged to fight
with the butt-ends of their muskets. After a most obstinate but
ineffectual resistance, they retreated in disorder towards the city.

No junction had taken place between the battalions under the Duke of
Hamilton and the Earl of Derby, but neither of these leaders were more
successful than the king, though both fought valiantly. The Duke of
Hamilton routed a troop of horse, but in a subsequent encounter his
horse was shot under him, and he himself was so severely wounded, that
he had to be taken from the field, and was conveyed to the Commandery.
Sir John Douglas was likewise mortally wounded, and Sir Alexander
Forbes, disabled by a shot through both legs, was left in this
lamentable condition in Perry Wood during the whole night. Next day he
was discovered by the enemy and taken prisoner. Both the Earl of Derby
and Roscarrock escaped unhurt, but the battalion commanded by the earl
was routed after a gallant fight.

Overpowered on all sides, the Royalists, after sustaining fearful
loss, were compelled to retreat into the city. Lesley, who had taken
no part whatever in the fight, finding that the day had gone against
the king, moved his regiment towards Barbourne Bridge, about a mile on
the north of the city, and close to Pitchcroft.

No sooner did Cromwell's engineers regain possession of the great guns
than they began to cannonade Fort Royal with redoubled fury. Under
this tremendous fire a strong storming party was detached to take the
fort, with orders from the Lord General to put all the troops within
it to the sword unless they surrendered. The barbarous order was
executed. The fort being carried by storm after an obstinate
resistance, no quarter was given to its brave defenders. The guns of
the fort were then turned upon the city, and being so close to it,
caused terrible havoc, and drove all the artillerymen from the walls.

But we must now return to the king. So long as a chance was left him,
Charles fought valiantly, and during the retreat, though he failed to
rally his disordered troops, he turned several times to face the
enemy.

While thus braving the foe for the last time he was left alone, none
of his attendants being aware that he had stopped. From the richness
of his accoutrements he was at once recognised, and fierce cries were
raised:

"'Tis Charles Stuart!--'tis Jeroboam! The Lord has delivered him into
our hands! Slay him--slay him!"

Several pistols were discharged at him, but though the bullets struck
his armour, no injury was done him. Most luckily his horse was not
hurt, but bore him swiftly and safely to the Sidbury-gate. He was
hotly pursued by the Roundhead troopers, who would assuredly have cut
him down, according to Cromwell's order, if they had come up with him.

On reaching the Sidbury-gate he found, to his dismay, that it was
blocked up by an ammunition waggon, which had been overturned there
either by accident or design. One of the oxen that had drawn the
waggon was killed on the spot.

Without a moment's hesitation, the king threw himself from his horse,
and contrived to creep past the waggon. As he entered Sidbury-street,
Mr. William Bagnal, a staunch loyalist, who dwelt in that quarter,
rode towards him, and, instantly dismounting, offered him his horse.
The steed, thus opportunely provided for his majesty, was of infinite
service to him in the day, as will be shown.

Once more on horseback, Charles rode up to the High-street, and found
it full of soldiers, most of them belonging to the Scottish infantry.
They had all a most dejected look, and on seeing him, many of them
threw down their arms, to intimate their refusal to fight any longer.
In vain he rode up and down their ranks, with his feathered hat in his
hand, addressing them with a passionate eloquence that ought to have
roused them.

"Stand to your arms!" he cried. "Fight like men, and we shall yet
conquer. Follow me, and I will lead you to victory. Ours is the right
cause, and truth and justice must prevail in the end. Follow your
king!"

Finding, however, that they would not stir, he called out in accents
of bitter reproach, "Recreants that you are to desert me thus, if you
will not fight, turn your arms against me; I had rather you would
shoot me than let me live to see the consequences of this fatal day."

He then rode slowly off towards the College Green, still hoping some
might follow him, but none stirred.



Chapter 30. HOW THE ENEMY ENTERED THE CITY, AND HOW THE KING QUITTED
IT

Meanwhile, a sharp conflict was taking place outside the Sidbury-gate
between a party of flying Royalists and a troop of horse under Colonel
Pride. The unlucky Royalists were unable to enter the city owing to
the obstacle before mentioned, and, after a short struggle, were slain
to a man in front of the gate.

The ammunition waggon being removed, a regiment of infantry rushed in
through the Sidbury-gate, and encountering no opposition, the men
spread themselves through the lower streets of the city, and commenced
plundering the houses. The loyal city was now paying the penalty of
its devotion to the king. Terror and confusion reigned everywhere.
Doors were burst open, and the most horrible threats were answered by
shrieks and cries for pity, but no pity was shown by the ferocious
soldiery.

By this time Fort Royal had been stormed, as we have already related,
and its guns being turned upon the city, the destruction caused in
various parts by the shot heightened the terror of the inhabitants.
Desperate fighting was going on in all quarters, and nothing was heard
but the clash of steel, the sharp ring of musketry, and the roar of
artillery, mingled with shouts and cries.

Fleetwood and Ingoldsby had now forced their way across the bridge,
but their entrance into the city was furiously opposed by such forces
as could be rallied by Lord Wilmot, Colonel Blague, Colonel Lane, and
others, but the contest was too unequal, and could not be long
sustained.

As both horse and foot were now continually pouring into the city on
all sides, conflicts were taking place in almost every street. There
was desperate fighting on the west as well as on the east. There was
fighting on the quay--in Newport-street and Dolday--near All Saints'
Church--and in Broad-street. There was no fighting near the Cross--for
the Foregate, as already mentioned, had been walled up--and, indeed,
the enemy chiefly entered the city from the Sidbury-gate, from
Friars'-gate, and from the bridge. But there was a great deal of
fighting in Friars'-street, Lichstreet, and multitudes of armed
citizens and artillerymen who had been driven from the walls were
running about in different directions. Hundreds of these were killed,
for quarter was given to none with arms in their hands, and the
streets were full of dead bodies.

The Scottish infantry tamely surrendered, and were shut up in the
cathedral. They had better have died valiantly, for they were
afterwards sold as slaves to the plantations. But other Scottish
regiments behaved with the greatest resolution, and if all had done
equally well, the result of the day might have been different. Castle
Hill, as we know, had been strongly fortified, and was held by the
Earl of Rothes, Sir William Hamilton, and Colonel Drummond, with a
party of brave and loyal Scots. The fortress was attacked by Lambert
and Harrison, but was so obstinately defended that its leaders were
able to capitulate on advantageous terms.

Having thus endeavoured to describe the frightful condition to which
the city was reduced by the entrance of the enemy, we will now return
to Charles, whom we left proceeding in a most melancholy frame of
mind, and wholly unattended, towards the College Green. So cast down
was he at the moment that he scarcely took note of anything that was
passing around him, when he was suddenly roused from his fit of
despondency by seeing a large troop of horse issue from the college
gates. It was a party of Cavaliers headed by the Earl of Derby, Lord
Cleveland, Colonel Roscarrock, Colonel Wogan, and Careless, and on
making this discovery he immediately rode up, and was welcomed with
the greatest delight by the Earl of Derby, as well as by his faithful
attendant Careless. The greatest uneasiness had been felt for his
safety, and it was feared he might have fallen into the hands of the
enemy. Nor were the Cavaliers composing the troop less delighted, and
their enthusiasm quickly raised his drooping spirits. He put himself
at their head, and, despite the entreaties of the Earl of Derby that
he would seek safety in flight, he led them towards the Sidbury-gate.

But they had scarcely descended Lichstreet when Colonel Pride's
regiment of horse was seen advancing, and an instant onset upon it was
made. As on all previous occasions, the first advantage was with the
Cavaliers, but Pride and his men were not to be driven back. As soon
as it was discovered that Charles was with the party, an attempt was
made by Pride to capture him, and it would have been successful if
Careless had not flown to his rescue.

The Cavaliers still made a desperate struggle, but it was evident they
could not hold out long. Charles, who had been left for a few minutes
in the rear after his rescue, was again about to place himself at
their head, but Careless earnestly besought him to fly.

"The day is lost, my liege--utterly lost!" exclaimed this faithful
attendant. "Save yourself, while there is yet time. We can hold out
long enough to cover your escape. Fly, I entreat you."

"No. I cannot--will not--abandon my faithful followers," cried
Charles.

"Your presence unnerves us, my liege," implored Careless. "See you not
that the enemy is resolved to capture you, or slay you. Balk his
design by instant flight. We will prevent all pursuit till you are
safe. Quit the city by St. Martin's-gate. 'Tis the only safe outlet.
Ride on to Barbourne Bridge, where those of us who are left alive will
join you when all is over here."

Charles yielded to these entreaties, though with the greatest
reluctance, and Careless rushed to the front. Captain Woolfe and
Vosper chanced to be near the king at the time, and he ordered them to
follow him. Divining his intentions, they instantly obeyed.

On the way to St. Martin's-gate, he had to pass the ancient mansion
which he had latterly made his private quarters, and wishing to enter
it for a moment to take off the heaviest part of his armour, which
might incommode him during his flight, and possess himself of some
valuables he had left behind, he dismounted, and giving his steed to
Vosper, entered the house.

His imprudence in doing so had well-nigh led to his capture. He did
not imagine that his flight had been discovered by the enemy, but he
was mistaken. Quick eyes had been upon him at the time. Colonel James,
who had recovered from his wounds, was with the Parliamentarians, and
seeing the king quit his adherents, guessed his purpose.

But for some minutes pursuit was impossible, owing to the obstinate
resistance of the Cavaliers. At length, Colonel James, accompanied by
a dozen dragoons, forced his way into New-street, and was galloping
along it when he caught sight of Woolfe and Vosper with the king's
horse. They instantly disappeared, but he had seen enough. He knew
that Charles had made that old mansion his private quarters, and felt
convinced he must be within it at the time.

Galloping up, he entered with half a dozen of his troopers, leaving
the rest on guard outside. Luckily for Charles, his pursuers had
neglected to secure a door that opened into the Corn Market. Before
moving off, Woolfe and Vosper gave the alarm. The king had already
divested himself of his armour, and was prepared for flight. At the
very moment that Colonel James and his troopers entered, he passed out
at the back.

Not many persons were in the Corn Market at the time, and the few he
encountered being staunch Royalists, would have protected him with
their lives, rather than have betrayed him. Woolfe and Vosper were not
in sight, but he learnt they had gone out by St. Martin's-gate.

Hurrying thither, he passed through the gate without interference--for
the Parliamentarians had not yet placed a guard there--and in another
instant was joined by his attendants, who brought him his horse.

Quickly mounting his steed, he galloped off in the direction of
Barbourne Bridge. He was not pursued--false information being given to
Colonel James, which led him to believe that the royal fugitive had
not quitted the city.

After awhile Charles slackened his pace, but just then he heard the
trampling of horse behind him, and fancying the enemy was on his
track, was about to gallop on, when he discovered that his fancied
pursuers were a small party of his own cavalry. He then faced about,
and as the troop drew nearer, found that at its head were the Duke of
Buckingham and the Earl of Lauderdale. A painful meeting took place
between the king and the two nobles. They were seeking safety in
flight, and were rejoiced to find that his majesty had escaped.

Soon afterwards, several small parties of Royalists overtook them--no
other route being open to the fugitives. Charles, therefore, had no
lack of attendants.

On reaching Barbourne Bridge, to his great surprise, he found Lesley
and his regiment of horse.

"Soh! you are here," he cried, furiously. "I sought for you in vain in
the city. Your men must be fresh since they have taken no part in the
fight. Come back with me at once and help me to retrieve the fortune
of the day."

"Sire," replied Lesley, calmly, "the contest from the first has been
hopeless, and your troops are now annihilated. It would be madness to
return. I have been waiting for you here."

"Waiting for me?" exclaimed Charles.

"Ay, waiting for you, sire. I knew you would come this way, since none
other is open to you. I am ready to conduct you to Scotland."

"But I will not return thither to be the slave I have been," cried
Charles. "I will rather die in England."

"Humour him, my liege--humour him. He may be of use now," observed
Buckingham, in a low tone.

"Your majesty has now no option," remarked Lesley, coldly. "You must
go back to Scotland. I will insure you a safe retreat. 'Tis for that
purpose I have reserved my troops."

"Say you so?" cried Charles. "Then I must needs go with you. But I
must wait here for my friends."

"Your majesty will have to wait long ere some of them join you," said
Lesley.

"At least they have not deserted me," rejoined the king.



Chapter 31. THE LAST STAND MADE BY THE ROYALISTS

Once more we must enter the ill-fated city, which was now completely
in the power of the enemy, though many a conflict was still going on
within it. So inflamed with fury were the Cavaliers, that they fell
upon the foot soldiers who had been plundering the houses, and were so
much encumbered with booty that they could not defend themselves, and
slew such numbers of them that Friars'-street was quite choked up with
dead bodies. On neither side was quarter given.

"The hour of vengeance is come," shouted the fierce Cromwellians.
"Slay the Amalekites. Destroy them utterly--so that they may never
more rise against us."

"Down with the rebellious sectaries!" cried the Cavaliers. "Spare them
not. Kill them as you would wild beasts."

Savage shouts like these were heard on all sides, proclaiming the
deadly animosity of the combatants which could be satisfied with
nothing but slaughter.

The last stand made by the Royalists was at the Guildhall, and a more
gallant stand was never made, because success seemed out of the
question.

A tolerably strong party of Cavaliers had been rallied by Careless,
Sir Rowland Berkeley, Colonel Legge, Colonel Lane, and Captain
Hornyold. They assembled, as we have said, in front of the Guildhall.
With them were the Earl of Cleveland, Sir James Hamilton, Colonel
Wogan, and some others. They were attacked on the left by Fleetwood,
and on the right by Lambert, with whom was Cromwell in person. In the
fierce conflict that ensued, many were slain, and many more taken
prisoners, but all the leaders escaped, except Sir James Hamilton, who
was severely wounded.

Finding the contest hopeless, and that they should soon be shut up
within the city, without the possibility of escape, Careless and the
others dashed down Pump-street, and made their way to St. Martin's-
gate. Having thus got out of the city, they rode as quickly as they
could to Barbourne Bridge, where they found the king.

Deprived of all its defenders, its bravest inhabitants slain, or made
captive, the city was then delivered over to the rapacious and
fanatical soldiery, who had obtained possession of it. On the
frightful atrocities perpetrated during that night upon the wretched
inhabitants by the barbarous hordes let loose upon them, we shall not
dwell. Suffice it to say that the sack of Rome under the Constable de
Bourbon scarcely exceeded the sack of Worcester in horror.

Imagination cannot conceive scenes more dreadful than actually
occurred. No soldiers were ever more savage, more ruffianly, more
merciless than the Parliamentary troops. Cromwell himself had left the
city before the direst deeds were enacted, but he well knew what would
happen. He did not expressly sanction pillage and rapine and all other
atrocious acts, but he did not forbid them, and, at all events, did
not punish the offenders.

On that night, at the very time when the diabolical atrocities we have
hinted at, but cannot describe--when outrages the most frightful were
being committed by his soldiery, without the slightest interference
from his officers, the Lord General wrote in these terms to the
Parliament:

"This hath been a very glorious mercy, and as stiff a contest for four
or five hours as ever I have seen. Both your old forces and those new
raised have behaved themselves with very great courage, and He that
made them come out, made them willing to fight for you. The Lord God
Almighty frame our hearts to real thankfulness for this, which is
alone His doing."

The darkest part of the picture was carefully kept out of sight, and
nothing dwelt upon but the "glorious mercy" vouchsafed him and his
forces. Yet no mercy was shown by the conquerors, on that dreadful
night--the worst they ever had to endure--to the miserable inhabitants
of faithful Worcester.



Chapter 32. THE CONSULTATION AT BARBOURNE BRIDGE, AND THE KING'S
FLIGHT

We left the king at Barbourne Bridge. By this time he had been joined
by the Earl of Derby, the Earl of Lauderdale, the Lords Talbot and
Wilmot, Colonel Roscarrock, Colonel Blague, Charles Giffard, and many
other Cavaliers, and a consultation was held as to what course should
be pursued. All were of opinion that the day was irretrievably lost,
and this opinion was confirmed by the arrival of Careless and the
others, who told how they had been worsted in the last desperate
struggle at the Guildhall.

"More than half of this brave battalion are gone," exclaimed Careless.
"The rest are dispersed, and will never be got together again. Such
frightful havoc has been made among the citizens, who have been slain
by hundreds by these ferocious Roundheads, that no more fighting men
can be got together. All is lost! Your majesty's standard has been
torn down everywhere, and replaced by the flag of the Commonwealth.
From this spot you may see their hateful standard floating on the
cathedral tower."

Overpowered by this ill news, Charles could make no reply.

"All we can now do for your majesty is to save you from these ravening
wolves and regicides," cried the Earl of Derby, "and that, with
Heaven's grace, we will do!"

"We will defend your majesty to the last," cried the Lords Talbot and
Wilmot, and several others.

"Alas! how many are gone!" exclaimed Charles. "Brave Sir John Douglas
dead--the Duke of Hamilton mortally wounded. Where is Lord Sinclair?--
where are others of my Scottish peers?--where is Sir James Hamilton?--
where is Sir Alexander Forbes?"

"Sir James Hamilton is killed, my liege," replied Careless. "Sir
Alexander Forbes is badly hurt--perhaps dead. Several of the Scottish
nobles have been taken prisoners in the city. But think not of them--
think of your own safety. What will you do?"

"Make all haste to London," replied the king. "By riding hard I shall
arrive there before tidings of the battle can be received."

"A good plan," cried Lord Wilmot. "Your majesty has many staunch
adherents in London."

"I like not the plan," cried the Duke of Buckingham. "If adopted, it
will end in your majesty's destruction. The moment your defeat is
known, your adherents will fall from you, and you will be at the mercy
of your enemies."

Almost all the others concurred with the duke in opinion, and were
strenuously opposed to the king's plan.

"Nay, then," he exclaimed, "there is nothing for it but Scotland. I
will go thither."

"Your majesty has decided right," observed Lesley.

"His approval is enough to make me change my mind," observed Charles,
withdrawing to a short distance with the Earl of Derby.

"Go not to London, my liege, I entreat you," said the earl. "'Tis the
most perilous and rash scheme you could adopt. You will have dangers
enough to encounter in whatever direction you proceed, but London is
most dangerous of all. That you will be quickly pursued, and a heavy
price set on your head, is certain, for Cromwell's victory will be
shorn of half its splendour if you escape him. In England your chance
is lost. It grieves me to say so, but I cannot hide the truth. You
cannot get another army together. To Scotland, I see, you like not to
return. The sole alternative, therefore, is an escape to France."

"That is what I desire," replied Charles. "But where can I embark?"

"At Bristol, my liege, it may be--but that must be for after
consideration. Conceal yourself for a time, and no safer hiding-place
can be found than Boscobel, where I myself took refuge."

At this moment Colonel Roscarrock came up.

"How say you, Roscarrock?" asked the king. "Think you I should be safe
at Boscobel?"

"I am sure of it, my liege," replied the other. "Strange your majesty
should put the question to me, seeing I was just about to counsel you
to take refuge there."

"You have already described the house to me," observed Charles. "But
can the occupants be trusted?"

"Perfectly," said the Earl of Derby. "Your majesty has no more
faithful subjects than the Penderels of Boscobel. Charles Giffard is
here. Will your majesty speak with him?"

"Not now," replied Charles. "I would not have it known that I am about
to seek a place of concealment, and were I to confer with Charles
Giffard just now, my design would be suspected. We have only one
traitor here--but I must guard against indiscretion. How far is it to
Boscobel?"

"Some six-and-twenty miles, my liege," replied Roscarrock. "Your horse
looks fresh, and will take you there in a few hours, if we are not
interrupted. We must go by Kidderminster and Stourbridge towards
Wolverhampton."

"Lord Talbot is well acquainted with the country, and will serve as
guide," observed the Earl of Derby. "He has a servant with him, who
knows the whole district, and will be very useful."

The king now signed to Careless, and taking him apart, informed him of
his design, but bade him say nothing about it, except to Lord Talbot,
Lord Wilmot, Colonel Lane, Charles Giffard, and a few others. Careless
entirely approved of the plan, for he was terribly alarmed for the
king's safety.

The word being now given that every one must shift for himself, Sir
Rowland Berkeley, Captain Hornyold, and several other county gentlemen
took leave of the king with such warm expressions of unwavering
devotion and loyalty as greatly touched his majesty. Lesley, with his
Scottish cavalry, took the direct road northward by Newport.

Escorted by some sixty Cavaliers, all well mounted and well armed, and
accompanied by the Duke of Buckingham, the Earl of Derby, the Earl of
Lauderdale, Lord Wilmot, Colonels Roscarrock, Lane, Blague, and
Charles Giffard, and of course attended by Careless, the king started
on his flight.




Book the second: White ladies.



Chapter 1. HOW CROMWELL VISITED THE DYING DUKE OF HAMILTON AT THE
COMMANDERY; AND WHAT PASSED BETWEEN THEM

On the morn after the battle, there was weeping and wailing in
Worcester, for those lying slaughtered in the houses and streets.
Everywhere heartrending scenes occurred, but they excited no pity in
the breasts of the savage foe. Believing they had performed a work of
righteous vengeance, the stern sectaries felt no compunction for what
they had done. The city had been delivered to them. They had plundered
the houses, slain all who opposed them, committed every possible
atrocity, and were now searching for the malignants, who had sought
refuge in cellars and other secret places. Many prisoners of
importance were thus made. Among those placed under the custody of the
marshal-general, and subsequently sent to the Tower, were the Earls of
Cleveland, Rothes, and Kelly, with the Lords Sinclair and Grandison,
General Massey, and the valiant Pitscottie. Some were too severely
wounded to be moved. Sir James Hamilton, Sir Alexander Forbes, Sir
John Douglas, and General Montgomery were dangerously hurt--while the
Duke of Hamilton was lying at the Commandery, mortally wounded.
Fanshawe, the king's private secretary, was captured, and treated with
especial favour by Cromwell, who was desirous of winning him over, but
he rejected the Lord General's overtures. The mayor and the sheriff
were committed to custody and ordered to be tried at Chester. A vast
number of other prisoners were made, whom it is needless to
particularise.

But Cromwell had lost his chief prize. For some hours it was
supposed--chiefly on Colonel James's representation--that the king was
concealed within the city, and every precaution was taken to prevent
his escape. But before morning assured intelligence was brought to the
Lord General that Charles Stuart had unquestionably fled towards the
north, accompanied by the Duke of Buckingham, the Earls of Derby and
Lauderdale, and several others, and that Leslie, with his Scottish
cavalry, had taken the same direction.

On receiving these tidings, Cromwell gave immediate orders that
Lilburn, Fleetwood, and Harrison, each with a regiment of horse,
should start in pursuit of the Royalist leaders. At the same time he
especially enjoined Colonel James to follow on Charles Stuart's track,
in case the Young Man should separate himself--as was not unlikely--
from his attendants.

A Proclamation was likewise issued, promising a reward of One Thousand
Pounds to any one who should discover the person of Charles Stuart--
while the penalty of high treason was declared against all those who
should harbour or conceal him. Copies of this Proclamation were
forthwith despatched by swift messengers to all towns near which it
was deemed likely the fugitive monarch would pass.

Colonel James, with a detachment of horse, started at once for
Stourport, while the three Republican generals, previously mentioned,
prepared to follow the retreating Scottish cavalry. The companies of
militia stationed at the various towns were ordered to keep strict
watch, and arrest all fugitive soldiers and malignants. Moreover, they
were enjoined to search the houses of all declared Royalists.

Several country gentlemen, resident in the neighbourhood of Worcester,
and suspected of taking part in the conflict, were arrested on the
night of the battle. Sir Rowland Berkeley had a narrow escape. On
taking leave of Charles at Barbourne Bridge, as previously related,
the brave Royalist turned towards his old mansion, Cotheridge, in a
very dejected frame of mind. Not merely was he anxious for the king's
safety, but for his own.

He felt that his peril was materially increased by the peculiar colour
of the steed he had ridden throughout the day.

However, a plan of avoiding the danger occurred to him. Fortunately,
he possessed a couple of piebald horses, and on arriving at Cotheridge
he sent the steed he had been riding to a distant farm, and had the
other piebald horse placed in the stable and covered with body-
clothes. This done, he withdrew to his chamber, and prepared to play
the part of a sick man.

Two hours later, Colonel Goff with a detachment of dragoons, arrived
at the old mansion and demanded to see its owner. He was told by the
butler that Sir Rowland was extremely unwell and confined to his room,
but the answer did not satisfy him.

"Lead me to your master instantly," he said.

Attended by half a dozen dragoons, he then followed the butler up-
stairs, and on entering Sir Rowland's room found him in a loose robe
and slippers, and presenting the appearance of an invalid.

"What means this intrusion on my privacy?" demanded the baronet.

"You affect surprise at my appearance, Sir Rowland," rejoined Goff;
"but you can feel none. I arrest you as a traitor to the Commonwealth.
You took part in the battle to-day, and fought with the malignants."

"You are mistaken, general," was the reply. "I am far too unwell to
leave my room, and utterly unable to put on arms or sit a horse."

"Tut!" cried Goff, incredulously. "You were present in the fields near
Powick, and, later on, in the fight within the city. I myself beheld
you on both occasions--on a piebald horse."

"'Tis true I have a horse of that colour," replied Sir Rowland. "But
you will find him in the stable, and his freshness will prove that I
could not have ridden him as you state. Satisfy yourself, I pray you,
general. If it should appear that I have deceived you, treat me as you
list."

"Since you affirm this so roundly I will go see," observed Goff
somewhat staggered. "But you must not stir from this chamber."

"I have not the power to leave it," said Sir Rowland, feigning extreme
debility.

Placing a guard at the door of the chamber, Goff then proceeded to the
stable, where he found a handsome charger, which, being stripped of
its covering, proved to be piebald in colour, and exactly resembled
the steed he had seen. The freshness of the horse showed that he could
not have been out during the day. Astounded at the sight, Goff made no
further inquiries, but returned without his prey. As a declared enemy
of the Commonwealth, however, Sir Rowland had subsequently to compound
for his estate by the payment of two thousand pounds.

We must now repair to the Commandery, whither, as already related, the
Duke of Hamilton was conveyed from the field of battle. His right leg
had been shattered by a slug shot, and the injury was so severe that
amputation of the limb was deemed absolutely necessary by the king's
chirurgeon, Kincaid, who was in attendance upon him; but the duke
would not submit to the operation. He had passed a night of almost
intolerable agony, and was lying on a couch in the room adjoining the
great hall. [4] His countenance was livid and distorted; and a cloak
was thrown over his lower limbs.

"The torture I endure is almost insupportable, Kincaid," he groaned.
"I could not suffer more from the rack."

"No anodyne will assuage the pain, my lord duke," replied the
chirurgeon. "As I have already represented to your grace, amputation
of the shattered limb is the sole means of saving your life."

"I would rather die than lose the limb," groaned the duke. "'Tis not
pain I dread, but disfigurement."

"The Lord General has signified his intention of sending his own
surgeon, Trappam, to attend your grace. You will hear what he has to
say."

"I will not suffer him to come near me," said the duke, sternly. "I
will accept no favour from the regicide Cromwell."

As he spoke, the door communicating with the great hall was opened,
and two persons came in. The foremost was Cromwell, the other was
Trappam, the chirurgeon. The Lord General was armed as he had been
during the battle, and wore a broadleaved hat, which he did not
remove. Marching direct towards the couch on which the wounded man was
stretched, he regarded him fixedly for a few moments, and then said,
in not unkindly accents:

"I am sorry to find your grace so grievously hurt. But it may be that
the Lord will heal your wounds. Such aid as man can render will be
afforded by my own surgeon, Master Trappam. He is very skilful, and
has wrought many wondrous cures."

"I thank your excellency," rejoined the duke, raising himself, "but
the king's surgeon is in attendance upon me, and I lack no other aid."

"Let them consult together," said Cromwell, "I would fain save your
life, if I can."

"Wherefore save me?" observed the duke, sternly. "Would you bring me
to the block, as you brought the duke, my brother?"

"The duke, your brother, was justly condemned as a traitor to the
Commonwealth of England," rejoined Cromwell. "Perchance, your grace
may be pardoned. My intercession shall not be wanting if you are
disposed to agree to certain conditions."

"I know not what the conditions may be, but I reject them beforehand,"
rejoined the duke. "I will die as I have lived, a loyal subject of the
king, and an enemy of his enemies."

"Charles Stuart is a proscribed fugitive," said Cromwell. "Hitherto he
has been king only in name; now he has not even the name of king. My
messengers are upon his track, and will assuredly find the lurking-
place wherein he hideth."

"They will fail to take him," rejoined the duke. "It is written that
he shall escape, and return to triumph."

"Where is it so written?" demanded Cromwell, scornfully.

"In the book of fate."

"You do not read the book aright, my lord duke. Were I to turn over
its leaves, I should soon light on one in which his death on the
scaffold is recorded."

"You will find no such record," rejoined the duke. "You have slain the
king, his father, but him you shall not slay. His destiny is not in
your hands."

"All things are in the Lord's hands," said Cromwell. "But would Heaven
have vouchsafed me this crowning mercy if it had not meant--"

"That you should be king!" interrupted the duke. "Not so. Be not
deceived. King you shall never be. Hitherto, the third of September
has been propitious to you, but another anniversary of that day shall
come, and it will prove fatal."

Exhausted by the effort he had made in uttering these words, he sank
backwards, and his countenance assumed the pallor of death.

Thinking he was gone, Cromwell called to the surgeons, who had retired
to discuss the duke's case.

"While you are conferring together, your patient has expired," he
cried.

"'Tis but a momentary faintness, your excellency," said Trappam. "But
assuredly his grace will not live long, if he refuses to undergo the
operation."

"Then let him die," cried Cromwell, sternly. "He will 'scape the
scaffold." And without another word he quitted the room.

Continuing obstinate, the unfortunate Duke of Hamilton died of his
wounds. Though he begged to be buried with his ancestors, at Hamilton,
his dying wishes were disregarded, and he was interred before the high
altar in Worcester Cathedral.

It was long before the city recovered from the terrible punishment
inflicted upon it by the exasperated Republicans. There can be no
doubt that Cromwell entertained a strongly vindictive feeling towards
Worcester, for the constant attachment it had manifested towards
Charles I. and his son. To prevent the possibility of any further
rising, he levelled the fortifications with the ground, destroyed the
gates, and filled up the dykes. The work was done so effectually, that
not a vestige is left of Fort Royal, while only here and there can a
few remains of the old walls be discovered. Sidbury-gate is gone; so
is the Foregate--so are almost all the memorials of the Battle.

Treated like a conquered city, ravaged, partially destroyed, all its
wealthy inhabitants fined, many imprisoned as well as fined, some
hanged, it could not be expected that Worcester, elastic as it has
ever shown itself, should immediately rise again--nor did it recover
until the Restoration.

Then the city became prosperous once more, and it has prospered ever
since. If not so picturesque as of yore, it is much better built--at
least, we are willing to think so. Most of the old timber houses and
ancient edifices have disappeared--but the Commandery is left. The
noble cathedral is improved--both externally and internally. A very
respectable structure of Queen Anne's time occupies the site of the
old Guildhall. In short, it would be difficult to find in the whole
realm a city that can vie with Worcester in cheerfulness, prosperity,
or beauty of situation. Its inhabitants are as loyal as ever, and
ready to fight the old battles o'er again.

FLOREAT SEMPER FIDELIS CIVITAS.



Chapter 2. HOW THE FUGITIVE KING AND HIS COMPANIONS RODE FROM
BARBOURNE BRIDGE TO WHITE LADIES

More painful feelings were never experienced by a monarch than were
those of Charles as he fled from Worcester on the evening of the
battle. All was lost. The crown he hoped to win was gone. His life was
in jeopardy, and after a vain attempt to escape, he might be placed in
the hands of his enemies.

The cavalcade, as already mentioned, numbered about sixty persons of
various ranks, but all devoted to the king, and prepared to defend him
to the last. But it was the determination of the leaders of the party
to avoid any needless encounter. Having quitted the high road to
Kidderminster, they were now speeding along the lanes skirting the
left bank of the Severn, under the guidance of Lord Talbot's servant,
Yates, and another man named Walker. Charles did not ride at the head
of the troop, but with the Duke of Buckingham and the Earl of Derby
brought up the rear. None of his attendants attempted to disturb the
profound reverie into which the unfortunate king was plunged, and so
engrossed was he by painful thoughts, that he scarcely seemed
conscious of their presence.

It was a pleasant evening, and though the sun had already set behind
the Malvern Hills, the heavens were filled with rosy clouds, which
were reflected on the surface of the river. The troop passed by
several farm-houses, but the scared occupants only watched them at a
distance. Anxious glances were occasionally cast back by the fugitives
to ascertain whether they were pursued, but no enemy appeared in
sight. By degrees the calmness and beauty of the evening produced a
soothing effect on the king's troubled mind. What a contrast was
offered between the peaceful lanes through which he was now riding and
the city resounding with the din of arms, the roar of artillery, and
frightful cries.

Having passed Bever Green, and dashed through the ford of the
Salwarp, at Hawford Mill, but without meeting interruption of any
kind, they now pursued the Ombersley-road for some distance, but
turned off at the Mitre Oak for Hartlebury, and halted at the Old
Talbot Inn, where the king drank a cup of sack, while his attendants
refreshed themselves with such liquors as they could procure.

Once more they were in motion, and a narrow by-road brought them to
Hartlebury Common, then of great extent and dangerous in places, but
as they could still see their way, they rode on without fear.

Nothing can be pleasanter, under certain circumstances, than a gallop
across a wild heath at the twilight hour; but when danger lurks on
every side, when the riders are flying for life--above all, when a
king's safety is at stake, the sensations are not quite so agreeable.
Deceived by the gathering gloom, the fugitives are apt to suspect that
the foe is lying in ambush for them, and to turn needlessly from their
course. This was the case with the flying troop. They avoided
Stourport because they fancied there was danger in that quarter, and
shaped their rapid course past the dismantled manor-house of
Hartlebury, which had been garrisoned by Charles I. during the Civil
Wars. The ancient mansion might have afforded them shelter for the
night, but they did not dare to stop there.

They were still on Hartlebury Common, and were soon close upon
Kidderminster, but did not deem it prudent to enter the town. Skirting
the valley in which it lies, and galloping past Hoobrook, they
proceeded by Chester-lane and Green Hill to Broadwaters. Thence up
Black Hill to Sion Hill. Next traversing the beautiful woody district
that now forms Lea Park, they descended a gentle acclivity that
brought them to the old bridge across the Stour.

Had there been light enough to distinguish it, a charming scene would
have been here presented to the king's gaze. But he crossed Hay Bridge
without looking at the beautifully winding river or at the precipitous
rocks on its opposite bank, well satisfied that there was no enemy
concealed amid the woods to dispute his passage.

By the time the troop reached Kinver Heath it had become quite dark,
and the guides declared it was impossible to cross the wild and boggy
waste at that hour.

Notwithstanding their representations, the king would have pushed on
at all hazards, but the Earl of Derby, Charles Giffard, and Careless,
who knew the heath, dissuaded him from his rash design. Lord Derby
thought there would be far less danger in passing through Stourbridge,
even if it should be occupied by militia, which was doubtful, than in
attempting to traverse a morass in which they were almost certain to
be engulfed.

"There are so many quagmires in Kinver Heath, that, even in daytime,
it is difficult to avoid them," observed the earl. "At night it is
impossible."

"I am entirely of his lordship's opinion," said Captain Giffard. "I
know Kinver Heath well, and I implore your majesty not to risk your
royal person upon it."

"Are you afraid to go with me?" asked Charles.

"'Tis my duty to prevent your majesty from rushing on certain
destruction."

"Nay, then, if the danger is really so great, we must proceed to
Stourbridge, despite the militia."

"The rascals will not be on the look-out for us, so we shall most
likely escape them," remarked Careless. "Besides, if we are slain, we
shall die like gentlemen. Any death is preferable to being stifled in
a quagmire."

"As the hour is late, I do not think the enemy will be on the alert,"
observed the Earl of Derby. "But no precaution must be neglected. In
the event of an attack, all of us who are near your majesty will speak
French, so that your presence may not be suspected."

"'Tis well," replied Charles. "You hear, my lords and gentlemen, we
are all to become French-men when we reach Stourbridge."

The party then turned towards Stourton, and once more crossing the
Stour by the Stewponey Bridge, galloped on towards Stourbridge. When
within a quarter of a mile of the town they came to a halt, and
Careless and Captain Giffard were sent on to reconnoitre.

As Stourbridge at that time consisted only of one long street, it was
easy to ascertain whether any soldiers were on the watch, but none
could be discovered. The street was entirely deserted, all the
inhabitants having, apparently, retired to rest.

Perfectly satisfied with their inspection, Careless and Giffard
returned to the royal party, and informed his majesty that he might
proceed without fear. Charles did not question the information he had
received, but judging it safest to speed through the town, placed
himself at the head of the troop, and galloped along the street.

Roused by the clatter of the horses' hoofs, several of the inhabitants
rushed to the windows, and just caught sight of the flying cavalcade.

The Royalists, however, had not got far when a drum was loudly beaten
"to arms," showing that Careless and Giffard had been deceived. It
presently appeared that a company of militia was quartered at the
further end of the town, and their steeds being ready saddled and
bridled, the men mounted and formed as quickly as they could in the
street to check the fugitives.

But they did not succeed in their purpose. The king and his companions
drew their swords, and dashed upon them with such impetuosity that
they cut their way through the phalanx, and in another minute were out
of the town. These soldiers of the militia, not being so well-seasoned
as Cromwell's Ironclads, were staggered by the fierce and determined
assault of the Cavaliers, and did not attempt pursuit. Charles and his
party, therefore, galloped on as swiftly as they could for a mile or
so, when the king slackened his pace.

"Is there an inn hereabouts?" asked the king. "I am desperately
thirsty."

"My liege, there is a solitary hostel between Wordsley and
Kingswinford," replied Giffard. "But I know not what can be obtained
at it."

"A cup of cider or ale will serve my turn now," replied Charles.

"The White Horse is not so badly provided," remarked Careless. "Nat
Coulter, the host, can brew as good a pottle of sack as any man in
Staffordshire, but I doubt if he can supply us all--even with ale.
However, we shall see."

On reaching the White Horse the fugitive Royalists found much better
entertainment than might have been expected. Nat Coulter was in bed,
but he was soon roused from his slumbers, and with his wife and his
two sons set heartily to work to serve his unexpected guests. He had
plenty of ale and cider, with which the Cavaliers were perfectly
content, but only a single runlet of canary. However, this amply
sufficed for the king and the chief personages with him. As to
provisions, they ran rather short, Nat Coulter's larder not being very
abundantly supplied, but the hungry Royalists devoured all they could
find. Though Nat and his household were known to be loyal, Charles did
not discover himself to them, but spoke French, and was addressed in
that language by his attendants during his stay at the White Horse.
Nat, however, being a shrewd fellow, afterwards declared that he had
recognised the king.

A consultation was held in the little parlour of the inn. On quitting
Barbourne Bridge, Charles, as we have already stated, had decided upon
seeking a refuge in Boscobel. He had not abandoned this design, though
during the nocturnal ride his plans had undergone some change. It was
now proposed that the king should proceed in the first instance to
White Ladies, another secluded house belonging to the Giffards, about
a mile distant from Boscobel, where arrangements could be made for his
majesty's safety, and where he could separate from his companions.
Both the Earl of Derby and Roscarrock agreed that this would be the
best and safest course to pursue, and it was decided upon by his
majesty.

Again mounting their steeds, which had been as well cared for in the
interim as circumstances permitted, they rode on at a quick pace,
tracking the woodlands in the neighbourhood of Himley, and obtaining
glimpses of the extensive lake. No furnaces at that time bursting from
the ground marred the sylvan beauty of the scene.

After passing Wombourn, the troop plunged into Brewood Forest, and
were soon buried in its depths. Guided through the intricacies of the
wood by Charles Giffard, who was now in his own domain, and knew every
roadway, they at last reached a little valley entirely surrounded by
timber, in the midst of which stood an old-fashioned black and white
timber mansion. Closely adjoining this ancient house, and almost
appearing to form part of it, were the ivy-clad ruins of a monastery.

Day was just breaking at the time, and the picture presented to the
king, and seen by the grey light of dawn, was inexpressibly striking.

"That is White Ladies, sire," said Charles Giffard. "There your
majesty will find shelter."



Chapter 3. THE PENDERELS

In Brewood Forest, which was situated on the boundaries of Shropshire
and Staffordshire, and extended into both counties, two large
monasteries had existed--one being a Cistercian priory, and the other
Benedictine. It was from the ruined Cistercian priory, which had been
founded by Hubert Walter, Archbishop of Canterbury, in the time of
Richard Cur-de-Lion that the old mansion in which the fugitive king
was about to take shelter derived its name. The house dated back to
the period when the monastery was suppressed. It has now disappeared,
but the ruins of the priory are left, and consist of a massive wall
and a few circular-headed windows. A doorway, with a fine Norman arch,
leads to what was once the chapel, but is now a small place of
sepulture.

Viewed in connexion with the old mansion, the ruins of the monastery
produced a singularly beautiful effect--the strangely-secluded
situation of the house adding to its charm. It seemed as though it
were hidden from a world of strife and care, and as if none of the
dire calamities of war, which those now gazing at it had so recently
experienced, could disturb it. Fain would the weary Cavaliers who
gazed at the peaceful old house have rested there. But rest, as they
well knew, was not for them. Their toilsome and perilous journey was
not yet over. With some of them the road they were about to take led
to the scaffold.

White Ladies and the monastic ruins adjoining it were surrounded by a
low wall, in the midst of which was an old gateway of the same date as
the house. Around, as we have said, on every side, were woods, and it
was these thick groves that gave to the place the peculiar air of
seclusion that characterised it.

Praying the king to allow him to go forward, Captain Giffard rode
towards the gateway, which was fastened, but he had not reached it,
when a tall stalwart individual, clad in a leathern doublet, and
having a woodman's knife stuck in his girdle, strode towards the
garden wall. Charles watched this sturdy fellow as he advanced, and
was very favourably impressed by his manly countenance.

The forester--for such he seemed--was armed with a wood-bill, which he
had snatched up on perceiving the troop, but being quickly reassured
on finding his young master with them, he flung down his weapon. After
exchanging a few words with him, Captain Giffard bade the forester
open the gate, and returned to the king.

"That's an honest fellow, I'll be sworn," observed Charles, "and as
brave as honest. He looked just now as if he would strike down the
first man who attempted to enter."

"And so he would, my liege, had we been rebels and Roundheads,"
replied Giffard. "George Penderel has been a soldier, and served in
your royal father's army at Edgehill, where his brother, Tom Penderel,
was killed. He is now a wood-ward, as are all his brothers, except
Humphrey, the miller of Boscobel."

"If they are all like George, they must be a gallant set," remarked
Charles. "Are there many of them?"

"Five living," remarked Giffard. "And George is a fair sample of the
rest. They are all true men, stout of heart and strong of limb, as if
made of their native oak. Above all, they are loyal to the core. It is
to their care," he added, lowering his voice, "that I propose to
confide your majesty. Lord Derby and Colonel Roscarrock will give you
an assurance of their fidelity."

"They have already done so," replied Charles. "What ho! George
Penderel," he exclaimed.

Hearing himself called, the stalwart forester, who had been standing
near the open gate, instantly came forward, but on approaching the
king, he stopped and doffed his cap.

"You know me, I perceive, George," said the king.

"I have never set eyes on your majesty before," rejoined the forester,
"but I should know that royal countenance among a thousand."

"I hope some others who may chance to see me in these parts may not be
gifted with thy discernment, honest George," replied Charles. "You
have served the king, my father--now you must serve me."

"In the field, sire?" cried George, eagerly.

"Alack! my good fellow, I have no longer an army," remarked the king,
sadly. "These are all the followers left me--and I must, perforce,
part with them."

"But I will never leave your majesty unless you bid me," rejoined
George.

"You have four brothers, ha?"

"All as trusty as myself. Your majesty will be safe with us. All the
wealth of the kingdom should not tempt us to betray you."

"Enough," replied the king, dismounting--his bridle being held by
George Penderel.

The principal personages composing the royal retinue dismounted at the
same time, and followed his majesty into the house. By the direction
of Captain Giffard all the horses were then taken into the interior of
the ruined monastery, with the exception of the king's steed, which
was brought by George Penderel into the hall.

A search was next instituted for provisions, and in this quest
Careless played a conspicuous part. Repairing to the kitchen, he there
found Dame Penderel and a servant-maid, and the fire being fortunately
lighted, he soon sent a large dish of fried eggs and bacon to the
king, which was greatly enjoyed by his majesty and the nobles with
him. Nor while he provided so well for the wants of others did the
thoughtful major neglect his own, but contrived to make a very hearty
breakfast in the kitchen. It must not be supposed that the rest of the
troop, who were now in the ruined priory chapel, fared so well. Bread,
biscuits, oat-cakes, and cheese were distributed among them, and they
had plenty of sack.

Meanwhile Captain Giffard, who was all anxiety to make arrangements
for the king's safety, had sent for Richard Penderel--commonly known
as "Trusty Dick"--who dwelt at a cottage in the forest, called Hobbal
Grange. William Penderel, the eldest brother, who resided at Boscobel,
which was about a mile distant from White Ladies, had likewise been
sent for by the Earl of Derby.

Trusty Dick was first to arrive, and Charles was as well pleased with
his looks as he had been with those of the younger brother. William
was powerfully built, and quite as tall as George.

"His majesty has resolved to disguise himself, Dick," said Captain
Giffard. "What sort of attire ought he to put on?"

"If his majesty will condescend to wear a suit of my clothes," said
Richard Penderel, "I'll engage that not a rebel trooper among them all
will recognise him. My best jerkin, leather doublet, and green trunk
hose, will just fit you, sire, and I haven't worn them more than once
or twice."

"The disguise will suit me exactly," cried Charles. "I will become a
Brewood forester like thyself. We are about the same height, as I
think, though thou hast the advantage of me in respect of bulk."

"Truly, I am somewhat clumsier than your majesty."

"Haste, and fetch the clothes, Dick, for I presume thou hast not got
them with thee," said Captain Giffard.

"One thing more is needful to complete the disguise," said Richard
Penderel. "I scarce like to mention it. Yet if it be neglected, all
else will be marred."

"What is the indispensable matter?" asked Charles.

"Your majesty must consent to part with your long locks," replied
Dick.

"Oddsfish! I had not thought of that," exclaimed the king. "But I see
the necessity. Better lose my locks than my head. Go fetch the
clothes."

Trusty Dick made a humble reverence and departed.

Not long afterwards, William Penderel of Boscobel made his appearance.
He was the most remarkable of this remarkable brotherhood. All were
tall--not one of them being under six feet in height--but William
towered above the others by a couple of inches.

Although gigantic in stature, he was well proportioned, and possessed
prodigious strength. His features were cast in a massive mould, and
though somewhat heavy, had the same honest expression that
characterised the whole family.

On entering the house he found Lord Derby in the hall, and its
appearance--filled as it was with Cavaliers, with the king's horse in
the midst of them--satisfied him that some great disaster had
occurred.

"Your lordship is welcome back," he said, bowing reverently; "though I
own I would rather not have seen you again so soon. Rumours of a
terrible defeat at Worcester have reached us, I know not how."

"Ill news, they say, travels quickly," replied the earl, surprised;
"but this news must have travelled through the air, if it has reached
you before us, for we have ridden here direct from Worcester, and
almost without stoppage."

"Oh, my lord, messengers doubtless have galloped from post to post,
and so have gotten before you. But tell me, I pray you," he added,
anxiously, "is the king safe?"

"The king is here," replied the earl. "Come with me and you stall see
him."

So saying he opened the door of a parlour panelled with dark oak, and
fitted up with oak furniture. Charles was seated in the room, and Lord
Wilmot, Captain Giffard, and Careless were with him.

Without any prompting, the huge forester immediately prostrated
himself before the king, who gave him his hand to kiss.

"This is William Penderel, sire," observed the earl.

"I do not need the information," replied Charles. "I am right glad to
see thee, William. I have already seen two of thy brothers."

"Then your majesty has seen two of your loyal subjects," replied the
forester, rising. "We will defend you to the death."

"William Penderel," said the Earl of Derby, in a voice well calculated
to impress his hearer, "I know thy fidelity and worth, and have
answered for thee and for thy brothers to the king's majesty. A sacred
duty now devolves upon you, and take heed you perform it well. You
will have the care of the king. He is surrounded by enemies--cunning
as foxes in quest of prey. Beware of their wiles and stratagems. Open
foes may be guarded against--secret foes are most to be dreaded."

"I and my brothers will strive to guard his majesty against all foes,
open and secret," replied William Penderel; "and with Heaven's help I
doubt not we shall accomplish his deliverance."

"Help to conceal me--that is all I ask at present," said the king.

"We have more than one hiding-place at Boscobel," observed Penderel.
"I can conceal his lordship as well as your majesty."

"Mistake me not, William," said the Earl of Derby. "I shall not tax
thy services--nor will any other. Thou must look to the king alone."

"I understand your lordship," replied William Penderel; "and I promise
you that my sole care shall be bestowed upon his majesty. But let me
humbly counsel your lordship and those with you not to tarry here too
long. A troop of militia under command of Colonel Bloundel is
quartered at Codsall, which is not more than three miles off, and as
soon as they receive news of the battle, they will assuredly search
all the houses hereabouts."

"Thou art right," replied the earl. "We must not remain here long."

At that moment the Duke of Buckingham and Roscarrock entered the room.

"We have news for your majesty," said the duke; "news of Leslie."

"What of the traitor?" cried Charles, frowning.

"He has rallied with the whole of his cavalry on the heath near Tonge
Castle," replied Buckingham. "A messenger has just arrived, saying
that he waits there to conduct your majesty to Scotland."

"What number of men has he with him?" asked Charles.

"About three thousand, sire, so the messenger affirms," replied
Roscarrock.

"Three thousand men might have turned the battle yesterday," said
Charles, bitterly. "Let those go with the traitor who list, I will
trust him no more. If he would not stand by me when I had an army at
my command, of a surety he will not stand by me now that I have none."

The tone in which the king spoke showed that his resolution was taken.
No one, therefore, attempted to dissuade him from his purpose.

"We must separate," he continued. "I shall seek safety in flight.
Those who have faith in Leslie, can join him. I will not attempt to
influence your decision. Retire, I pray you, and consult together."

All then left the room, with the exception of Careless, who remained
with the king.



Chapter 4. HOW CHARLES WAS DISGUISED AS A WOODMAN

"Must I, too, quit your majesty?" asked Careless.

"There is no help for it, Will," replied Charles. "My best chance of
escape--the sole chance, in fact--lies in being left to myself. I
shall be well served by these faithful Penderels."

"Of that you may rest assured, sire," said Careless. "Yet I still
think I may be of some service to your majesty. At any rate, I shall
not quit the neighbourhood of Brewood Forest, so that I may be readily
found, if wanted. I know the country as well as the Penderels
themselves. So unimportant a circumstance may easily have slipped from
your majesty's memory, and I must therefore remind you that I was born
at Bromhall, in Staffordshire, within three miles of White Ladies."

"Ah, I recollect!" cried Charles. "No wonder you are well acquainted
with the district."

"I have not seen Bromhall for years," pursued Careless, "and few
recollect me. Nevertheless, I can make myself at home there."

"Take my advice, and go not near the place," said Charles. "Of a
certainty you will be discovered by the rebel troopers from Codsall.
Since you are familiar with the forest, hide yourself within it, and
join me at Boscobel. But now for my disguise. No one but yourself
shall clip off my locks. Have you procured a pair of scissors from
Dame Penderel?"

"Here they are, sire," replied Careless, producing them.

"'Sdeath! they are like shears," exclaimed the king. "However, they
will do the work more quickly. Have you aught to throw over my
shoulders?"

"A towel borrowed from the good dame."

"That will do," replied Charles. "Now begin, and lose no time."

It required a desperate effort on Careless's part to commence, but in
a few minutes he had cut off the long black locks on which the young
monarch had justly prided himself.

"Have you done?" asked Charles.

"Be pleased to look at yourself in the glass, sire, and you will find
your hair cropped as close as that of a Puritan."

Charles groaned on remarking the frightful change wrought in his
personal appearance.

"Zounds! you have disfigured me most horribly," he cried.

"I have reluctantly obeyed your majesty's orders," replied Careless.
"Here are love-locks enow for twenty fair dames," he added.

"Unluckily, there is not a single fair dame on whom to bestow them.
Bid Dame Penderel burn them."

"Rather let me bid her keep them safely as a memorial for her
children," rejoined Careless.

"As you will," said the king. "Now help me to take off my ornaments."

"Little did I think I should ever have this sad duty to perform,
sire," observed Careless, as he knelt down to remove the garter from
the king's knee.

"These are but badges of royalty, and can be easily replaced," said
Charles. "A kingdom is not so easily got back."

With his attendant's aid he then divested himself of the blue riband,
the George of diamonds, and all his ornaments.

"My watch has stopped," he remarked. "I have neglected to wind it up."

"It has been struck by a bullet," said Careless, examining it. "Look
how deeply the case is dinted, sire. This watch has saved your
majesty's life."

"Then I will bestow it on the best friend I have," said the king.
"Wear it for my sake, Will."

"I will wear it next my heart," was the fervent reply. "Your majesty
could not have bestowed upon me a more precious gift."

Just then Lord Wilmot, Colonel Roscarrock, Colonel Blague, and some
others, came in, and almost started back on seeing how strangely the
king was metamorphosed.

"You see, gentlemen, to what a state I am reduced," he observed, with
a sad smile. "I must commit these ornaments to your custody," he
added.

"I hope we shall soon be able to restore them to your majesty," said
Lord Wilmot, who received the George.

"What has been decided?" inquired Charles. "Do you all join Leslie?"

"The majority have so determined," replied Lord Wilmot. "But I shall
take another course. Perhaps I may attempt to reach London. I shall
not be far from your majesty," he added, in a low tone.

"What is to be done with your horse, my liege?" asked Colonel Lane.
"Have you any further occasion for him?"

"None whatever," replied Charles. "If the horse should be found here,
he might lead to my discovery."

"Then I will gladly take him, for my own steed is dead beaten,"
rejoined Colonel Lane.

The saddest moment was now at hand. The Duke of Buckingham, the Earl
of Derby, and the other nobles came in to take leave of the king.

Charles was profoundly affected, and the nobles were overpowered by
emotion. Very little was said by them, for their grief was too real
and too deep to find expression in words. Ceremony was laid aside, and
Charles embraced them all. With very gloomy forebodings they then left
the room--Lord Derby being the last to retire.

"I trust we shall soon meet again, my dear lord," said Charles, as he
stood beside him, with his arm upon the earl's shoulder.

"I do not think I shall ever behold your majesty again in this world,"
replied Lord Derby, in a melancholy tone. "I have a presentiment that
I am going to my doom."

"Then stay with me," said the king. "The hiding-places at Boscobel
belong of right to you. Proceed thither at once."

"Heaven forbid that I should endanger your majesty's safety by any
attempt to preserve myself," exclaimed the earl. "If I fall into the
hands of the enemy, I shall be cheered by the firm conviction that
your majesty will escape, and in the end will be restored to your
kingdom. That I shall live to see that happy day I doubt--nay, I am
well assured I shall not--but it will come nevertheless."

"Look forward to it, my lord--look forward to our next meeting!" cried
Charles.

"We shall meet in heaven, I trust, sire--not on earth," replied the
earl, solemnly. "I bid your majesty an eternal farewell."

Charles did not attempt to reply, for he was strongly impressed by the
earl's manner, and Lord Derby quitted the room.

The chivalrous but ill-fated peer's presentiments were unfortunately
realised. Immediately after taking leave of the king, as described,
all the nobles, with the exception of Lord Wilmot, who had engaged the
services of John Penderel, the second brother, quitted White Ladies,
taking with them the whole troop of Cavaliers, and proceeded, under
the guidance of Charles Giffard, to the heath near Tonge Castle, where
they expected to find Leslie and his cavalry. But the Scottish general
was gone, and was marching northwards, as they learnt, by way of
Newport, so they took the same direction.

They had not, however, ridden many miles when they were overtaken by
Lord Leviston and a few of the royal life guards who had fought at
Worcester. Lord Leviston and his handful of men were flying before a
strong detachment of horse, commanded by Colonel James, and on seeing
his lordship's danger, the Earl of Derby and the other nobles at once
faced about, and attacking the Roundheads with great fury, drove them
back. This success greatly raised their spirits, but it was quickly
followed by a reverse. Just beyond Newport, they were encountered by
Colonel Lilburn, while Colonel James, having received considerable
reinforcements, followed and attacked in the rear.

Leslie's cavalry was completely routed and dispersed. Lord Derby, Lord
Lauderdale, Lord Sinclair, and the faithless Scottish leader, were
captured, and conveyed first to Whitchurch, and next to Banbury, in
Cheshire. Subsequently, the ill-fated Earl of Derby was removed to
Chester, and imprisoned in the castle, there to await his trial for
high treason. Charles Giffard was likewise taken prisoner at the
conflict near Newport, but contrived to escape at Banbury.

But we are anticipating the course of events, and must return to the
fugitive monarch at White Ladies. Careless had witnessed the departure
of the devoted band with feelings akin to self-reproach for not going
with them, when on returning to the house, he found Richard Penderel
with the suit of clothes intended for the king's disguise, and
immediately took them to his majesty. That nothing should be wanting,
Trusty Dick had brought a coarse shirt and a wood-man's cap with the
garments, and in a few minutes Charles had taken off his rich apparel,
and put on the sturdy forester's habiliments. His buff coat and
broadsword-belt were replaced by a leathern doublet, and jerkin of
green cloth, while common country hose were drawn above his knees, and
heavy bob-nailed shoes had succeeded his riding-boots.

As soon as the change was effected, William and Richard Penderel were
introduced by Careless, and were astonished by the alteration in the
king's appearance. Both averred that his majesty looked just like one
of themselves, and would impose on the most suspicious rebel.

A clever mimic, Charles tried, and not unsuccessfully, to imitate
Trusty Dick's gait and manner. The elder Penderel could not repress a
smile as he regarded him. The sole objection urged by those who
scrutinised the newly-made forester's appearance was that his hands
were too white, but this was quickly remedied by a little charcoal
dust. His complexion was dark enough, being as brown as that of a
gipsy.

"Your majesty must be careful not to answer if you are spoken to by
any of the common folk, since you have not the accent of the country,"
observed William Penderel.

"Fear nothing. I shall easily acquire it," replied Charles. "Is Lord
Wilmot gone?" he inquired.

"Ay, my liege," was the reply. "He left the house immediately after
the departure of the troop. My brother John went with him, and
intended to take him to Mr. Huntbach's house at Brinsford, where he
will stay till some other hiding-place can be found. Any message your
majesty may desire to send can be readily conveyed to him by John."

"And now, sire, since you are fully disguised," said Careless, "I
counsel you not to remain here a moment longer. 'Tis possible the
house may be surrounded, and then you will be unable to escape."

"Whither do you propose to take me?" asked Charles of the Penderels.

"It will be best that your majesty should remain in the forest during
the day, in case an immediate search should be made at Boscobel,"
replied William Penderel. "We will hide you in a thick part of the
wood, about half a mile hence, called Spring Coppice, where no one
will be likely to search for you."

"I know Spring Coppice well," said Careless. "If your majesty should
hear a whistle, you will understand it is a signal from me, and need
not be alarmed. Though unseen, I shall not be far off."

He then took leave of the king, and quitted the house.

No sooner was Charles gone than all traces of his visit were removed
by George Penderel and his wife.

His majesty's habiliments were carefully wrapped up and deposited in
an old chest, as were his feathered hat and boots, while his shorn
locks were preserved like relics.



Chapter 5. HOW CHARLES WAS CONCEALED IN SPRING COPPICE, AND HOW IT
RAINED THERE, AND NOWHERE ELSE IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD

On quitting the house, Charles and his two stalwart attendants entered
the ruins of the old priory, where Trusty Dick, by the aid of the ivy,
climbed the massive wall, and looked around to satisfy himself that
all was secure. Not perceiving anything to occasion alarm, he soon
descended from his post of observation, and the party left the ruins
and entered the wood at the rear of the house.

Pursuing a roadway among the trees, they marched on at a quick pace.
On either side there was a good deal of fine timber, and several
ancient oaks caught the king's eye as he strode along. Presently they
came upon a broad clearing, where the underwood having been removed,
only a few scattered trees were left, and having crossed it, they
penetrated a wilderness of brambles and thorns, through which Charles
could never have made his way unassisted, and this rough barrier
passed, they reached a waste overgrown with short wood, which was cut
at certain seasons for fuel. This was Spring Coppice, and just beyond
it were the shady groves of Boscobel.

Though there were few large trees in Spring Coppice, there was a good
deal of tangled underwood, and a thick covert afforded an excellent
place of concealment. It was towards this spot that his guides now led
the king. While the covert was almost impenetrable to those
unacquainted with it, there was an outlet to the Boscobel woods, which
could be easily gained in case of need.

In the very heart of the covert, like the centre of a maze, there was
a small open space, free from underwood, and covered with a carpet of
smooth sward. Here it was proposed that the king should remain, while
his two guides undertook to act as scouts and sentinels, and warn him
of any danger. Having shown his majesty how to hide himself amid the
underwood, and how to gain the outlet into the adjoining thicket, they
left him, promising that one of them would return ere long.

Almost for the first time in his life, Charles was now completely
alone. Yesterday, at the same hour, he was a king, and had an army at
his command. Now he was dependent for his safety upon a few loyal
rustics. Not for a moment did he doubt their fidelity, or believe that
threats of punishment or offers of reward would induce them to betray
him. Yet accident might bring his enemies to his place of concealment.
In that case he was resolved to sell his life dearly, though the only
weapon he possessed was the woodman's knife in his girdle.

He strove to divert his melancholy thoughts and while away the time by
pacing round and round the little circular spot in which he was
enclosed. But he soon got tired of this enforced exercise, and threw
himself at full length on the sward. How he wished that Careless was
with him, or Lord Wilmot! To add to his discomfort, the morning, which
had been dark and dull, became still more gloomy; clouds gathered
overhead, and at length discharged themselves in a steady down-pour.
He sought shelter among the trees, but could not protect himself
entirely from the wet.

The rain continued--heavily, heavily.

Several hours passed, which seemed more wearisome, more dismal than
any hours the king had ever previously spent.

During the long and dreary interval no one came near him, nor did any
sounds reach his ear, except the ceaseless pattering of the rain upon
the leaves. Now and then he heard the rustle of a rabbit among the
underwood, the cry of a blackbird, or the challenge of a cock
pheasant. Nothing else. No whistle from Careless--no signal from the
Penderels.

Having now no watch he could not tell how time was passing, but he
thought it much later than it really was. At last he heard sounds of
some one approaching, and a voice, which he easily recognised as that
of Richard Penderel, called out "A friend!"

Trusty Dick was accompanied by his sister, who was married to a
woodman named Yates, and the good wife carried a basket containing
some eatables and a bottle of sack, the sight of which greatly
rejoiced the king, who had become ravenously hungry. Trusty Dick had
brought with him a blanket, which he laid upon the ground beneath a
tree, so as to form a dry seat for his majesty, while Elizabeth Yates
spread the contents of her basket before him. Charles was so hungry
that he thought of nothing at first but satisfying his appetite, but
after he had consumed half a dozen hard-boiled eggs, a large piece of
cold meat, the best part of a loaf, and had well-nigh emptied the
flask of sack, he began to converse with Dame Yates.

Though built on the same large scale as her brothers, Elizabeth had
rather a comely countenance, and the good-humoured smile that lighted
it up as she watched the king's performances was exceedingly pleasant
to behold.

"Saints be praised!" she exclaimed; "it does one good to see your
majesty enjoy your humble meal."

"I never enjoyed aught so much," replied the king. "I have got a
forester's keen appetite. I thank thee for the blanket thou hast
brought me, Dick, but if I remain longer here I shall have rheumatism
in all my limbs."

"There is danger abroad," replied Dick. "A body of rebel troopers,
under the command of Colonel Bloundel, has been to White Ladies.
Colonel Bloundel declared you were concealed somewhere, and not only
searched the house, but the ruins of the old priory, and was greatly
enraged and disappointed when he failed to discover your majesty. He
then ordered a dozen of his men to search the forest and join him at
Boscobel, and I make no doubt they are there now. My brother William
has gone thither to see what they are about, and will bring your
majesty word. It is well you were concealed here."

"The saints have had your majesty in their guard!" exclaimed
Elizabeth, who, like all her brothers, was a devout Romanist. "A
marvellous thing has happened. Elsewhere it has been fine, but here,
at Spring Coppice, it has rained."

"It has rained heavily enough, as I can testify from experience,"
cried Charles.

"But the rain prevented the rebels from searching this wood," observed
Dick. "I followed them unobserved, and undoubtedly they were coming
hither, but when they found it so wet they gave up the quest, and
proceeded to Boscobel."

"'Tis strange, indeed!" said Charles, gravely.

"I see Heaven's hand in it quite plainly!" ejaculated Elizabeth,
crossing herself devoutly; "and so will good Father Huddlestone."

"Father Huddlestone!" exclaimed Charles. "You will have to confess to
him."

"Ah! you need not fear him, sire," cried Elizabeth. "The good priest
is devoted to your majesty. He has taught us all to fear God and
honour the king."

"Father Huddlestone has made us what we are, sire," said Dick. "But we
must not tarry here longer. I will come again at nightfall."

"Not till then?" cried Charles. "Have you seen aught of Major
Careless?"

"No, sire," replied Dick. "He has kept out of the way of the rebels.
And I must again caution your majesty not to stir forth till I return,
as some of the enemy may be lurking about."

By this time Elizabeth had packed up her basket, and the pair
departed.

It was still raining steadily, but cheered by the hearty meal he had
made, the king did not heed the discomfort so much as he had
previously done. Wrapped in his blanket he couched beneath the trees,
and soon fell fast asleep, nor did he awake till he was roused by a
voice, and found Trusty Dick Penderel standing near him.

"What's the hour, Dick?" he demanded, yawning and stretching himself.
"It seems growing dusk. I have slept ever since you left me."

"In that case, your majesty must have slept for six or seven hours,
for it is now not far from eight o'clock," replied Dick. "I trust you
feel refreshed."

"I feel equal to any amount of exertion," cried Charles, springing to
his feet. "But what news do you bring me?"

"Not very good, my liege," replied Dick. "You must not go to Boscobel.
Colonel Bloundel is still there."

"But I cannot pass the night here," cried Charles.

"I do not mean you should, my liege, I propose to take you to my
cottage, Hobbal Grange, where I will try to lodge you, in my humble
way."

"Hark ye, Dick, a plan has occurred to me while I have been here. I
will try to get into Wales, where I have many subjects of proved
loyalty. Once at Swansea, I can easily find means of embarking for
France. Can you guide me to any place where I may safely cross the
Severn?"

"At Madeley there is a bridge. It is about seven miles distant."

"Only seven miles!" exclaimed Charles. "Then I will go to Madeley to-
night after refreshing myself at thy cottage."

"As your majesty pleases. But I am sorry you mean to abandon
Boscobel."

"I may go there yet," said Charles.

They then quitted the coppice and issued forth into the more open part
of the forest.

The rain had now ceased, and the clouds having entirely dispersed, the
night promised to be clear and starlight. They marched along
cautiously--halting ever and anon to listen for a sound--but heard
nothing to occasion them alarm. Not a trooper was to be seen--indeed,
they did not encounter a single individual on the way to Hobbal
Grange.



Chapter 6. HOW CHARLES SUPPED AT HOBBAL GRANGE, AND WHOM HE MET THERE

Hobbal Grange, the farm-house tenanted by Richard Penderel, was
situated on a small green in the midst of the forest on the road
between White Ladies and Boscobel. Though described by its owner as a
cottage, it was a very comfortable abode. Richard Penderel was
married, and his wife, a buxom, good-looking woman, had brought him
one son, but he was from home at the time.

On reaching his dwelling, Trusty Dick opened the door, and ushered the
king into the house-place, as it was called--a spacious apartment with
a huge fire-place at one end, and furnished with a long oak dining-
table, a couple of benches, and some half-dozen chairs.

A good fire burning in the grate gave the room a very comfortable
look. The ceiling was low and whitewashed, as were the walls, and the
rafters were garnished with hams and sides of bacon, while nets
contained sundry oat-cakes. Dick's wife and their niece, Frances, the
daughter of William Penderel, a good-looking girl, who had just got
into her teens, were frying some collops of meat, as the forester
entered with his guest.

"Mary," cried Dick, winking at his wife, as he spoke, "this be Will
Jackson, whom I told thee I should bring wi' me to supper."

"Glad to see him, I'm sure," replied Mary, dropping a curtsy, which
the king returned with an awkward attempt at a clownish bow that
provoked a smile from young Frances Penderel.

"Master Jackson is going to Madeley," pursued Dick, "and being
unacquainted with the country, might get lost at night, so I have
promised to show him the way there after supper."

"Then he ben't going to sleep here?" observed Mary.

"No, my good dame, I thank you," said Charles. "To-night I shall sleep
at Madeley, and to-morrow cross the Severn. 1 want to get to the Welsh
coast as quickly as I can."

"Don't ask any more questions, Mary, but get supper ready," interposed
Dick.

"'Twill be ready in a trice," she replied. "Lay a clean cloth,
Frances."

In a very few minutes a large dish of collops and a great bowl of
potatoes were placed on the table, and the king and his host sat down
to the meal, and were waited upon by Mary Penderel and her niece.

A jug of strong ale helped to wash down the viands. Charles rather
suspected from the good dame's manner that she was aware of his rank,
but he didn't trouble himself on the subject, but went on with his
supper.

An unexpected interruption, however, was offered to the meal. Some one
tried the door, and finding it fastened, knocked against it rather
authoritatively. Charles instantly laid down his knife and fork and
started to his feet.

"Go see who is there," said Dick to his wife. "But let no one in."

On this Mary went to the door, and in as firm a tone as she could
command, for she was a good deal frightened, asked who knocked.

"'Tis I! Don't you know me, Mary?" cried a familiar voice.

"Blessed Virgin!" she exclaimed. "'Tis Father Huddlestone himself!"

"Your majesty may go on quietly with your supper," whispered Dick to
the king. "As I have told you, the holy man may be trusted. Open the
door, dame."

Mary instantly complied, and a middle-aged and rather stout personage
entered the room. His close-fitting cassock of black stuff was covered
by a long black gown. His appearance was far from ascetic, his face
being round, rosy, and good-humoured in expression, while his
scrupulously shaved cheeks showed marks of a very black beard.

Father Huddlestone was priest to Mr. Whitgreave, of Moseley Hall, in
the neighbourhood of Wolverhampton, and resided with that gentleman,
who was a well-known Royalist.

"Heaven's blessings on this house and on all within it!" exclaimed the
priest as he came in. "I do not blame you for keeping your door bolted
during these troublous times, good daughter. An enemy might slip in
unawares. You have a guest already, I perceive," he continued,
glancing at Charles. "I have brought you two more. Nay, do not start,
my good woman. No danger need be apprehended from one of your own
sex."

"What is this I hear, father," cried Dick, getting up from the table,
and stepping towards him. "You have brought some one with you, you
say?"

"Here she is," replied Father Huddlestone. "Pray come in, fair
mistress."

On this invitation, a young lady in a riding-dress entered the house,
followed by a slim, good-looking page.

In the young lady, Charles recognised Jane Lane at a glance. As to her
attendant, he almost fancied, from the slightness of the figure, it
must be a female in disguise.

"Methought you said there was only a lady, good father?" cried Dick.

"This page counts for nothing," rejoined the priest. "The lady is
Mistress Jane Lane, of Bentley Hall. I have promised her an asylum
here for the night, and I am sure you will afford it her."

"There may be reasons why I should not remain here," said Jane,
perceiving the king. "I will go on with you to Moseley Hall, good
father."

"There can be nothing to prevent you from staying here, so far as I am
concerned, fair mistress," observed Charles, who had risen from the
table, but stood apart. "I am about to proceed on my journey
immediately."

"Are you quite sure you had so decided before my arrival?' asked Jane.

"Quite sure," he replied. "Richard Penderel will tell you so."

"Who is this young man, Mary?" asked Father Huddlestone, looking very
hard at the king. "He hath the dress of a woodward, but neither the
look nor the manner of one."

"I will tell your reverence some other time," she replied, evasively.

"Perhaps your reverence can prevail on Mistress Jane Lane to sit down
with us and share our supper," said Charles to Father Huddlestone.

"I shall need no entreaty, for in truth I am very hungry," replied
Jane, taking a place at the table, while the priest sat down beside
her.

"How are you named, good youth?" asked Charles of the supposed page.

"Jasper," was the reply.

"Then come and sit down by me, Jasper," said the king.

"Shall I, madam?" inquired the page of his mistress, who signified her
assent, and the so-called Jasper took a place by the king.

Fortunately, Mary Penderel had made such bountiful provision that
there was plenty for the new-comers.

"No accident, I hope, has happened to your mistress, young sir?"
observed Charles to the page.

"We were on our way from Wolverhampton to Bentley Hall, when we were
attacked by a patrol of rebels in the forest, who were in search for
the king," replied Jasper. "They did us no injury, but took our
horses."

"How came it that you did not defend your mistress better?" asked
Charles.

"How could I defend her against half a dozen armed men?" cried the
page. "If I had had a pistol, I would have shot the first Roundhead
rascal who came up through the head."

"Rather through the heart, I should say," remarked the king, with a
smile.

"Heaven preserve his majesty, and deliver him from his enemies!"
exclaimed Father Huddlestone. "May their devices be confounded."

"Amen!" ejaculated Jane Lane, fervently. "Could I communicate with his
majesty, I would counsel him to embark for France as speedily as may
be."

"Such, I doubt not, is his design," remarked the priest. "But there is
danger on every side," he added in a significant tone, and looking at
the king as he spoke.

"I have heard no particulars of the battle of Worcester," observed
Jasper. "His majesty has escaped, I know, but I would fain learn that
his aide-de-camp, Major Careless, is safe."

"Rest easy on that score, Jasper," said the king. "I saw Major
Careless this morning."

"Indeed!" exclaimed the page, unable to repress his emotion. "Oh, I am
so glad. You have taken a great weight from my breast."

"You appear greatly interested in Major Careless," remarked Charles.
"Have you known him long?"

"Only since his majesty arrived in Worcester. I hope I shall see him
again."

"Have you any message for him, in case I should meet him?" whispered
Charles.

"None," replied the page, in the same tone. "But he will remember the
house in Angel-lane."

"Ah! then you are--"

The page imposed silence by a look.

Just then Richard Penderel arose, and glanced significantly at
Charles, who at once took the hint, and rose likewise.

"Don't let me disturb the company," said Dick. "But Master Jackson and
I have a long walk before us, and must be moving."

"Quite right, my son," replied the priest. "But I should like to say a
word to Master Jackson before he sets forth."

Taking Charles aside, he said to him in a low earnest tone: "I will
not waste time in professions of loyalty and devotion, nor can I be of
any present use to your majesty. Whatever your plans may be, I trust
Heaven will prosper them, but should it be necessary for you to seek a
place of concealment, you will be safe with my worthy friend and
patron, Mr. Whitgreave, of Moseley Hall. Richard Penderel will guide
you thither."

"Should occasion require it, I will take refuge in Mr. Whitgreave's
house," replied Charles.

"Your majesty will be pleased to learn that Lord Wilmot is now at
Moseley," pursued Father Huddlestone.

"I am glad to hear it," replied Charles. "Should he not hear from me
in two or three days, he may conclude I have escaped to France. And
now give me your blessing, father."

While preferring this request he bowed his head, and the good priest
gave him his benediction.

As the king passed her, Jane Lane fixed a meaning look upon him, and
said in a low tone:

"At Bentley Hall your majesty will find a safe place of refuge, should
you require it."

A hasty adieu sufficed for the page, and with a warm expression of
thanks to Mary Penderel, Charles quitted the house with her husband.



Chapter 7. HOW CHARLES AND TRUSTY DICK WERE FRIGHTENED BY THE MILLER
OF EVELITH

The night was so dark, that without a guide it would have been utterly
impossible for the king to find his way through the forest. Trusty
Dick, however, experienced no difficulty, but marched along through
the trees at a quick pace, and Charles kept close beside him. The
crackling of sticks and small branches which they crushed beneath
their feet as they proceeded, and the rustling of fallen leaves,
betrayed their course, but they did not talk much, lest they should be
overheard by a patrol of the enemy. Now and then they paused to
listen, and on one occasion, fancying he heard the sound of horses'
feet in the distance, Dick immediately struck into another path; but
he did not stray far from the direct course.

At this hour there was something mysterious in the gloom of the
forest, that acted very powerfully on the king's imagination, and led
him to fancy that he discerned strange figures among the trees. But
Richard Penderel, to whom he communicated his apprehensions, treated
them very lightly.

"Your majesty needn't be alarmed," he said. "The forms you behold are
merely trunks of old trees, or projecting boughs. They have a weird
look at this time, and I myself have been scared by 'em."

At length they emerged from the forest, and got upon a wide common--
greatly to the king's relief for he had begun to feel oppressed by the
gloom. The fresh air, so different from the damp atmosphere he had
just been inhaling, laden with the scent of decaying leaves and
timber, produced an exhilarating effect upon him, and he strode along
vigorously.

While crossing the common, they descried a patrol of horse apparently
proceeding in the direction of White Ladies or Boscobel, but they
easily avoided them, and quitting the common, they soon afterwards
mounted a steep hill, on the other side of which was a brook that
turned a water-mill. As they drew near the mill, the sound of voices
brought them to a halt. The hour being now late, it was singular that
any persons should be astir, and Trusty Dick, naturally alarmed by the
circumstance, at first thought of turning back. But to do so would
have taken him and his companion considerably out of their course, and
he therefore hesitated.

"This is Evelith Mill," he observed in a low voice to Charles. "Roger
Bushell, the miller, is a cross-grained fellow, and I think a
Roundhead, so I shouldn't like to trust him."

"'Tis safer not," replied the king. "How far are we from Madeley?"

"About two miles," replied Dick. "But if we were obliged to turn back
it will add another mile, at least, to the distance."

"Then let us go on," said the king.

So they waited quietly for a few minutes, when the light disappeared,
and the voices became hushed.

"Roger Bushell has gone to bed at last," observed Charles. "We may
proceed on our way."

So they marched on without fear. But the king was wrong in his
supposition, for as they passed the mill a gruff voice called out,
"Who goes there?"

"'Tis the miller himself;" whispered Dick.

"Well, answer him," said Charles.

Again the challenge was repeated, and more authoritatively than
before, "Who are you? Speak!"

"Friends," replied Dick.

"I know you not," cried the sturdy miller. "If you be friends, stand
and give an account of yourselves, or sure as I'm an honest man, and
you are a couple of rogues, I'll knock you down."

And he brandished a stout staff as he spoke.

"What shall we do?" asked Charles.

"Beat a retreat," replied Dick. "It won't do to be stopped here."

And as the miller rushed forth to seize them they hurried off; and
ascended another hill, never stopping till they were quite out of
breath.

"This is a most disgraceful retreat, I must say, Dick," observed
Charles.

"I should like to have knocked the dust out of Roger Bushell's
jerkin," rejoined Dick. "But I am certain he has got some rebels with
him, or he would not have dared to act thus."



Chapter 8. HOW THE KING WAS RECEIVED BY MR. FRANCIS WOOLFE AT MADELEY
COURT

It was past midnight when Charles approached Madeley, an ancient
moated mansion built of stone, and very pleasantly situated on the
borders of the Severn. It belonged to Mr. Francis Woolfe, an old
Cavalier, and father of the gallant Captain Woolfe, who figured at an
earlier period of this history. As the hour was late, Mr. Woolfe and
his family, with the whole of his household, had long since retired to
rest, but they were disturbed by a loud knocking at the door, which
continued with very little intermission until the old gentleman got
up, and, accompanied by his butler, went to see what was the matter.
On opening the door he found Richard Penderel, who was well known to
him, and without giving the forester time to explain his errand,
eagerly inquired whether he brought any tidings of Captain Woolfe.

"I know my son was present at the battle of Worcester," cried the old
Cavalier; "and I fear he may be wounded, as I have not heard of him
since."

"I am sorry I cannot relieve your honour's anxiety respecting your
son," replied Dick. "But well knowing how staunch a Royalist you are,
I am come to beg you to hide a fugitive Cavalier, who fought, like
Captain Woolfe, at Worcester."

"Don't ask me to do it, Dick!--don't ask me!--I dare not harbour a
Royalist!" cried Mr. Woolfe. "Willingly--right willingly would I do
so, but there is too much hazard in it. I am already suspected by the
rebels--there is a company of militia at Madeley, guarding the bridge
and the river--and were they to search my house and find a fugitive
Royalist concealed within it I should be most heavily fined--perhaps
imprisoned--perhaps put to death! No, Dick, I will not run this risk
for any one, except the king himself."

"Then what will your honour say when I tell you that he whom I ask you
to shelter from his enemies is the king? The loyal Mr. Francis Woolfe,
I am well assured, will never refuse his sovereign an asylum."

"You are right, my good fellow--you are right," cried the old
Cavalier, trembling. "I never supposed it was the king. Why did you
not tell me so at first?"

"Because his majesty forbade me," rejoined Dick. "I have disobeyed his
orders."

"But he might have trusted me," cried Mr. Woolfe. "I would lay down my
life for him. Where is his majesty?"

"On the other side of the moat standing beneath yon great elm-tree,"
said Dick.

The old Cavalier required no more, but hastily crossing the bridge,
proceeded to the spot indicated, followed by his butler and Richard
Penderel.

Seeing him advance Charles came forward, and as they met old Mr.
Woolfe threw himself on his knee, while Charles, finding himself
discovered, gave him his hand to kiss.

"Sire," cried the old Cavalier, "I never thought to see you at Madeley
under such sad circumstances. My house and all within it are yours.
Enter, I pray you."

And with as much ceremony as if Charles had been a conqueror instead
of a fugitive, he conducted him across the bridge and ushered him into
the mansion. For a few minutes he detained his majesty in the hall
while the dining-room was lighted up, and when all was ready he led
him thither.

To his infinite surprise Charles found an excellent repast awaiting
him, and he was served at it by his host and the butler. Seated in
this large comfortable room, treated with so much ceremony, and
supplied with some of the finest claret he had ever tasted, for a
brief space he almost forgot his misfortune.

However, he would not yield to false security, and after emptying his
goblet he questioned Mr. Woolfe as to the possibility of crossing the
Severn.

The old Cavalier shook his head dolefully. It was utterly impossible,
the bridge being guarded by the militia, and all the boats seized. His
majesty must be content to stay at Madeley. Mr. Woolfe did not like to
make such a suggestion, but as he had no safe hiding-places, and as a
search might be made by the rebels at any moment, he would venture to
propose that his majesty should sleep--

"I do not require a state-bed," interrupted Charles. "I am so
thoroughly tired that I can sleep soundly anywhere."

"Then I have the less hesitation in proposing that your majesty should
sleep in the barn," said the ceremonious old Cavalier. "You will be
far safer there than in the house."

"And just as comfortable I make no doubt," said the king.

"I can answer for your majesty's safety there, which I cannot do
here," said Mr. Woolfe. "It is just possible that some of the officers
of the militia rebels might quarter in the house, as they have done
before. In the barn your majesty would not be liable to a surprise. 1
will keep all my people away from it."

"I see--I see," cried the king, rising from the table, and heaving a
sigh as he gazed round the old oak room, with its dark wainscots and
portraits. "Take me to the barn."

Nothing but the sense that he was performing a great duty could have
compelled the formal old Cavalier to act as he did, but he well knew
how much was at stake. Doing great violence, therefore, to his
feelings, he took the king to a barn adjoining the mansion, where his
majesty found a very comfortable couch in a haymow.

Richard Penderel slept in the barn. Very fortunate was it that the
king did not stay in the house, as it was visited by a patrol of horse
before daybreak. The soldiers instituted a rigorous search, but
finding nothing to excite their suspicion departed.

Charles slept soundly in the haymow, and the day was far advanced
before Trusty Dick thought proper to disturb him. As there was no
chance of crossing the Severn, and considerable risk even in stirring
forth, the king did not leave the barn. Breakfast was brought by Dick,
and while the king was discussing it in an out-of-the-way corner, he
heard the barn door open, and felt sure from the sounds that followed
that more than one person had come in. His alarm, however, was
instantly dispelled on hearing Mr. Woolfe's voice, and he immediately
left his retreat to meet the old Cavalier. With Mr. Woolfe was a much
younger individual, on beholding whom his majesty uttered a joyous
exclamation.

"Do my eyes deceive me?" he cried. "Can it be Captain Woolfe?"

"Yes; 'tis my dear son, sire," replied the old Cavalier. "He has only
just arrived, but on learning you were here, nothing would content him
but I must bring him at once to your majesty."

"I am delighted to see him," said Charles. "I owe my preservation to
him. Without Captain Woolfe's aid, I might not have escaped from
Worcester."

And as he spoke he extended his hand to the young man, who pressed it
fervently to his lips.

"It grieves me to find your majesty here," said Captain Woolfe. "I did
not dare to return to Madeley last night, but tarried at Evelith Mill
with honest Roger Bushell. Even there we were alarmed about midnight
by a couple of Roundhead spies, but the sturdy miller frightened them
away."

"Soh! you were at Evelith Mill last night?" cried Charles, laughing.

"I was not the only Royalist there, my liege," replied Captain Woolfe.
"With me were Major Careless and Lieutenant Vosper."

"Then learn that the two Roundhead spies whom the miller drove away
were myself and Trusty Dick Penderel," said the king, still laughing.
"'Tis odd I should be put to flight by my friends. But where is Major
Careless? Is he hereabouts?"

"No, my liege, he has gone towards Boscobel, where he fancies your
majesty is hiding."

"And where I shall be forced to hide after all, since it appears
impossible to escape into Wales," said the king.

"I must again implore your majesty not to make the attempt," cried the
old Cavalier. "It would be attended with too much hazard. Your
security must be the first consideration, and though I esteem it the
highest honour to have the care of your majesty, I feel you will be
safer at Boscobel."

"I will go thither to-night," said Charles.

"'Twill be the best course to pursue, my liege," observed Captain
Woolfe. "Some plan for your escape can be devised. We shall all be
ready to lend you aid."

Soon after this the old Cavalier returned to the house, but his son
remained in the barn to bear the king company. Though Captain Woolfe
was an agreeable companion, and did his best to amuse the king,
Charles was very glad when night came on, so that he could shift his
quarters with safety. He supped with the old Cavalier and his son, and
passed so pleasant an hour with them that he was quite loth to take
his departure.

It was not far from midnight when Charles took leave of Mr. Woolfe and
his son. At that moment the old Cavalier almost repented that he
allowed the king to depart, and made an effort to detain him till the
morrow, but Captain Woolfe thought it best that his majesty should
adhere to his plan. Father and son conducted him across the moat, and
attended him to the outer gate, and Charles having taken leave of them
there, set out on his journey with his faithful guide. Fortunately,
their nocturnal walk was unattended by any danger, and the only
annoyance they experienced was caused by having to wade across the
brook that turned Evelith Mill, but this was a trifling matter, which
gave the king no concern whatever.

In less than two hours, as well as they could reckon, for neither of
them had a watch, they reached Boscobel Wood; but before entering it
Dick deemed it prudent to call at the cottage of his brother John,
which was close at hand, and ascertain from him that all was safe.

Accordingly they proceeded thither, and Dick knocked against the door
with his staff. An upper window was quickly opened by John Penderel,
and seeing who they were, he descended and let them in. His first
business was to strike a light, and as he did so the king discovered a
Cavalier--for such his attire proclaimed him--fast asleep in a chair.

"A stranger here!" exclaimed Dick, surprised. "Why didn't you tell us
so, John?"

"The gentleman is no stranger to his majesty," replied the other.

Just then, the Cavalier, aroused by the light and the voices, sprang
to his feet, and the king perceived it was Major Careless. The
unexpected meeting was extremely agreeable to both.

"I heard your majesty was gone to Madeley," said Careless, after a
cordial greeting had taken place between him and the king; "but I felt
sure you would never be able to cross the Severn, and I therefore
thought it likely you would come to Boscobel. I myself got as far as
Evelith Mill, but returned yester morning."

"Is all safe here?" asked the king.

"No, my liege, very much the reverse I am sorry to say," replied
Careless. "Patrols of the enemy are constantly searching the woods and
visiting all the habitations around. I had several narrow escapes
yesterday, and but for honest John Penderel here should infallibly
have been captured."

"I am just as much indebted to Trusty Dick," said Charles. "Without
him, I should not be here now."

"There are five of us on whom your majesty can rely," said John, who
was just as stalwart and as honest-looking as his brothers. "If we had
not been loyal, Father Huddlestone would have made us so. Last night,
the good priest went to talk to our brother Humphrey, the miller of
Boscobel."

"I will now put your loyalty to the test, John," said the king.

"Your majesty cannot please me better," was the reply.

"Go then to Boscobel House, and satisfy yourself that I may safely
proceed thither."

"It shall be done, my liege," rejoined John Penderel, evidently well-
pleased by the order. "As soon as I have put on my doublet, I will set
forth."

"The office is mine, by rights," observed Trusty Dick. "Nevertheless,
I willingly resign it to John."

"Judging by myself thou hast need of rest, my faithful fellow," said
Charles, kindly. "I would fain spare thee further trouble."

John Penderel vanished, but in a minute or two reappeared, fully
equipped, and grasping a stout staff sallied forth.

It was now about three o'clock in the morning, and feeling much
fatigued with his walk, and uncertain as to the rest he might obtain,
Charles threw himself into the arm-chair lately occupied by Major
Careless, and almost instantly fell asleep.

Careless found another seat and followed his majesty's example, while
Trusty Dick having carefully barred the door, sat down on a settle,
and fell into a sort of doze, during which he dreamed he was fighting
half a dozen Roundheads.

More than an hour elapsed before John Penderel returned. All the
sleepers were roused by his knock at the door. He had seen a patrol of
rebels in the wood, but they were coming from Boscobel--not proceeding
thither--and he easily avoided them and went on to the house. There he
saw Brother William, who told him they had got rid of all the rebels,
so his majesty might come there without fear.

On receiving this satisfactory intelligence, Charles, being most
anxious to obtain a secure asylum, set forth at once. He was
accompanied by Careless, and guided and guarded by the two stalwart
brothers, who would have sold their lives rather than allow him to be
captured. They made their way through the depths of the wood by paths
only known to the two foresters, and encountered nothing more
dangerous than a squirrel or a thrush.

After half an hour's walk through the wood, they came upon a lawn
studded by trees, among which were several ancient oaks. Day was just
breaking, and now that they had got out of the dense wood, the sun
burst upon them. At the further end of the lawn, Charles perceived an
old mansion, with walls chequered black and white, gables, bay-windows
with lattice-panes, and an immense chimney-stack projecting from the
side. He did not require to be told that it was Boscobel House.

How quiet, how sequestered, how beautiful looked the old structure at
that early hour! Charles stood still to gaze at it. No place had ever
had the like effect upon him.

While he was still gazing at the picturesque old mansion, and noting
the huge chimney-stack we have mentioned, a gigantic figure issued
from the garden gate.

It was William Penderel, who having descried the party from an upper
window, had come forth to bid his majesty welcome and usher him into
Boscobel House.




Book the third: the Royal Oak.



Chapter 1. SHOWING HOW THE HUNTING-LODGE WAS BUILT BY THE LORD OF
CHILLINGTON, AND HOW IT ACQUIRED ITS NAME

Towards the latter part of Elizabeth's reign, when those who professed
the tenets of the Church of Rome were prevented by heavy penalties
from performing the rites of their religion, while such as refused to
take the oath of supremacy were held guilty of high treason, John
Giffard, eleventh Lord of Chillington, in Staffordshire, himself a
strict Roman Catholic, and a great sufferer from the oppressive
measures referred to, determined to provide a safe asylum for
recusants in a secluded part of his domains; and with this view he
built a hunting-lodge in the depths of Brewood Forest, which then
belonged to him, and contrived within the lonesome structure several
secret hiding-places.

The situation was remarkably well chosen. Buried in a wood, where it
was hardly likely to be discovered, the hunting-lodge was placed on
the exact boundary line between Shropshire and Staffordshire, so that
it was difficult to say in which county it stood. The whole
surrounding district was covered with woods and commons--the nearest
habitations being the ruined monasteries of White Ladies and Black
Ladies. Several large trees had been removed to make way for the lodge
and the outbuildings connected with it, but it was screened by
majestic oaks, which grew within a few yards of the gates. Through
these trees enchanting views could be obtained of the sylvan scenery
beyond, of vale and upland, and purple heath, until the vast prospect
was terminated by the picturesque Clee Hills and the blue outline of
the Wrekin.

Nothing, however, save forest timber could be discerned in the
immediate vicinity of the lodge, and from this circumstance it
obtained its designation. On the completion of the building, the
Squire of Chillington invited some of his friends to the house-
warming. Among them was Sir Basil Brooke, then newly returned from
Rome.

"How shall I name the place?" asked John Giffard.

"I will give you a charming and appropriate name for it," replied Sir
Basil. "Call it Boscobel--from the Italian Bosco bello--Fair Wood."

The suggestion was adopted, and BOSCOBEL it became.

The solitary forest lodge answered its double purpose well. Its real
object was not suspected, nor were its hiding-places discovered,
though often resorted to by recusants during the reigns of Elizabeth
and James I. Hunting and hawking-parties were sometimes assembled at
the lodge by the Squire of Chillington to keep up appearances, but on
such occasions due precautions were always taken for the security of
those hidden within the house. No servants were employed except those
on whose fidelity entire reliance could be placed--and who were
themselves Romanists. Of the numbers of persecuted priests harboured
at Boscobel none were ever betrayed. Nor during the Civil Wars was a
fugitive Cavalier ever refused shelter.

A staunch Royalist as well as zealous Romanist, Peter Giffard,
grandson of the builder of Boscobel, suffered severely for his
adherence to the cause of the unfortunate Charles I. His noble
ancestral domains were confiscated, and he himself was imprisoned at
Stafford. Not till the Restoration did the loyal family recover their
estates.

At the time of our history Chillington was almost entirely abandoned.
In this magnificent mansion Queen Elizabeth had been entertained in
princely style during one of her progresses by John Giffard; and the
house, from its size and situation, had been once under consideration
as a suitable place of confinement for Mary, Queen of Scots. Its
hospitalities were now at an end--its halls desolate. When the
unfortunate Peter Giffard was deprived of his abode, Chillington was
converted into a garrison by Sir William Brereton, and great damage
done to it by the Parliamentary soldiers. Luckily, they could not
destroy the beautiful avenue and the park, though they despoiled the
house and laid waste the splendid old gardens.

Boscobel, though only two miles distant from the hall, escaped injury
at this perilous juncture. William Penderel, who had been placed in
charge of the lodge by the Squire of Chillington, was not disturbed,
and was consequently able to afford shelter to many a Royalist. The
rest of the brothers were equally lucky. George was allowed to remain
at White Ladies, and the others pursued their quiet avocations in the
forest. No doubt they enjoyed this immunity solely because they did
not excite Sir William Brereton's suspicions.

William Penderel had now been two-and-twenty years at Boscobel. The
office of understeward was conferred upon him at the time of his
marriage, so that he obtained a most comfortable residence for himself
and his wife--the only drawback being that the tenure of the post was
somewhat insecure, and when the Chillington estates were sequestered,
he fully expected to be turned off. However, he was at Boscobel still.
William had four children--two sons and two daughters--but they were
now from home.

In Dame Joan, his wife, he possessed a capital helpmate. She could not
boast of much personal attraction, but she had many excellent
qualities. A model of prudence, she could be safely trusted on all
emergencies, and she was as good-tempered as discreet. Tall and
strong, Dame Joan was not masculine either in look or manner, and her
features, though plain and homely, had a kindly expression, that did
not belie her nature. She had a thoroughly honest look, and the
tidiness of her apparel proclaimed an excellent housewife. Such was
the opinion formed by Charles of this worthy woman, as he beheld her
for the first time, when crossing the threshold of Boscobel House.

After making him an obeisance, not devoid of a certain rustic grace,
Joan drew back respectfully, and ushered his majesty and Careless into
a parlour on the ground floor, and then made another obeisance.

"Oddsfish! my good dame," said Charles, smiling. "You understand
matters of ceremony so well, that you must e'en come to court--
supposing I should ever have a court."

"Boscobel was greatly honoured when the Earl of Derby sought shelter
here," replied Joan. "But it is now far more highly honoured since
your majesty has set foot within the house. My husband and myself are
not fitting persons to receive your majesty, but we will do our best,
and you may depend upon it we will watch over you most carefully."

This was the finest speech Joan had ever delivered, but she deemed it
necessary to the occasion. Charles thanked her graciously, but said,
"Mark me, my good dame. All ceremony must be laid aside. Any
observance of it might endanger my safety. When I put on this garb I
became one of yourselves. Address me only as Will Jackson."

"I can never bring myself to address your majesty by such a name as
that!" said Joan.

"Wife! Wife!" cried William Penderel from behind. "You must do
whatever his majesty bids you, without a word."

"Why, you are committing a similar error, William," laughed the king.
"But if you desire to oblige me, my good dame, you will go and prepare
breakfast."

"Master William Jackson shall have the best the house can furnish--and
quickly," replied Joan, departing.

The apartment into which the king had been shown was tolerably large,
though the ceiling was low, and it was lighted by a bay-window at the
further end, and by a lattice-window at the side, commanding the
entrance to the house, and looking out upon the wood. A very pleasant
room, wainscoted with black oak, and furnished with an ample dining-
table, and chairs of the same material. In the days of old John
Giffard many a festive party had gathered round that board after a
day's hunting or hawking in the forest, but it was long, long since
there had been revelry of any kind at the lodge. Over the carved oak
mantelpiece hung a picture that caught Charles's attention. It was the
portrait of a grave-looking personage in a velvet doublet and ruff,
with eyes so life-like that they seemed to return the king's glances.

"The old gentleman above the fireplace appears to bid me welcome,"
observed Charles. "He has a fine face."

"It is the portrait of Squire John Giffard of Chillington, who built
this house, my liege," said William Penderel. "It has always been
accounted a good likeness. Ah! if the worthy squire could but have
foreseen who would come here for shelter! Some good saint must have
inspired him, when he contrived the hiding places."

"Of a truth, I ought to feel much beholden to him for providing me
with such a place of refuge," remarked Charles.

While examining the room, the king noticed a door on the left, and
found on investigation that it opened on a small closet, with a
lattice-window looking upon a retired part of the garden.

There was no furniture in the closet except a desk, which might be
used for prayer.

"Is this one of the hiding-places?" asked Charles.

"No, my liege," replied William Penderel, who had followed him. "This
is an oratory. We are Roman Catholics, as your majesty is aware."

"I see no altar," observed Charles.

William Penderel opened a recess in the wall, so contrived that it had
quite escaped the king's attention, and disclosed a small altar, with
a cross above it.

"Here we pay our devotions in private," he said.

"And here I will pay mine," rejoined Charles. "I must return thanks to
the Great Power that has hitherto preserved me. Leave me."

Careless and William Penderel at once retired, and closed the door of
the oratory.

Left alone, Charles knelt down before the little altar, and was for
some time occupied in fervent prayer.



Chapter 2. HOW TRUSTY DICK BETHOUGHT HIM OF THE OAK

In the hasty description of Boscobel House, previously given, it was
remarked that the most singular feature of the edifice was a huge
projecting chimney-stack. A very extraordinary chimney it was, for it
had as many as seven small windows, or apertures, within it, placed at
various heights, the two lowest of the openings being about eight or
nine feet from the ground. Viewed at the side it could be seen that
the chimney-stack, which rose considerably above the roof formed part
of a projecting wing of the house, and that there must be something
peculiar in the construction of the funnels. Altogether it had a
strange, mysterious look, and suggested the idea that the builder must
have been slightly crazed. Yet, odd as it was, the huge, heavy,
fantastic chimney harmonised with the rest of the structure. The
reader will have already surmised that within this chimney-stack a
secret hiding-place existed; the entrance to it being from a closet
connected with a bedroom on the first floor--as will be more
particularly described hereafter--while there was an outlet into the
garden through a little postern, completely screened by ivy.

Since the king's arrival at Boscobel, the chimney-stack had acquired a
new interest in Trusty Dick's eyes, and being now left in the garden
to keep watch, he scrutinised it with an anxiety such as he had never
heretofore felt, peering up at the narrow slits of windows, and
stooping down to ascertain that the postern was completely hidden by
the ivy.

Never before had he doubted the security of the hiding-place, but
misgivings now came over him. What if a careful examination of the
chimney, outside and inside, should be made while the king was
concealed therein? Discovery would then be inevitable. Pondering upon
the matter, Dick quitted the garden, and in another instant was among
the noble old trees growing near the house.

An idea had taken possession of him, and he walked on till he reached
a giant oak which, standing a little clear of its fellows, was able to
spread abroad its mighty arms. This was the tree he sought. Though it
must have been centuries old, the oak seemed in full vigour, and had
suffered very little from decay. Its trunk was enormous. It had not,
however, grown to a great height, but had spread laterally. Dick
examined this ancient oak very carefully--walked slowly round it--
looked up at the bushy central branches, and seemed perfectly
satisfied with his scrutiny.

"This is the tree for the king to hide in!" he mentally ejaculated;
"this is the tree!--the best in the whole forest. No one could
discover him among those thick branches."

He was still examining the oak when he was roused by Major Careless,
who had been searching for him, and having found him, called out,
"What ho! Dick--have you deserted your post?"

Dick explained the object that had brought him thither, and when he
concluded, Careless said, "You are right, Dick. In that oak our royal
master will be safe from his enemies. I will bear him company while he
hides within the tree. But I must look at it more closely."

Not content with inspecting the tree, Careless determined to test its
efficiency as a place of concealment, and with his companion's aid, he
therefore climbed up into it, and concealed himself among the smaller
branches.

"Canst see me now, Dick?" he called out.

"See you!--not a bit," rejoined the other. "I should never guess your
honour was up there."

The assurance was quite enough for Careless, and he quickly descended.

"Thou hast made a most lucky discovery, Dick," he cried. "'Tis a
famous tree to hide in. His majesty will be as comfortable amid its
branches as if seated in an arm-chair. I will tell him so."

While returning to the house they caught sight of two persons
approaching through the trees, and might have felt some alarm had not
Dick instantly recognised his brother Humphrey.

With Humphrey Penderel was a well-clad youth, whose slight figure
contrasted strikingly with that of the stalwart miller.

As the pair advanced, Careless's curiosity was much excited by the
appearance of this youth, and he questioned Dick concerning him.

"He is named Jasper," was the reply. "He is page to Mistress Jane
Lane."

"Mistress Jane Lane's page! Impossible!" cried Careless, whose
surprise increased as the youth drew nearer, and his delicately-formed
features could be more clearly discerned.

"Nay, 'tis quite certain," remarked Dick. "He came with her the other
night to Hobbal Grange. He is a forward youth, and talked much with
the king, who sat beside him, and seemed to notice him."

"I marvel his majesty did not tell me of the meeting," cried Careless.

"Doubtless, he had forgotten it," said Dick.

They had waited till the others came up, and as the page approached,
he seemed somewhat confused, but quickly regained his composure.

Humphrey Penderel, the miller of Boscobel, was just as big, and as
strongly-built as his brothers, but his broad good-humoured
countenance did not wear its customary smile. On the contrary, he
appeared anxious. After returning the sturdy miller's salutation,
Careless addressed the page, who for the moment completely engrossed
his attention.

"Good morrow, Jasper!" he said.

"I give your honour good day," replied the page, doffing his cap, and
letting fall locks that had evidently not been subjected to Puritan
scissors. "I believe I am speaking with Major Careless."

"Right, good youth. If thou hast aught to say to me in private,
prithee step aside."

"I have nothing to say to your honour that the others may not hear,"
returned Jasper, declining the invitation. "I will only ask you to
bring me to his majesty."

"I know not that his majesty will see you," said Careless. "I will
take your message to him."

"I am quite sure he will see me," rejoined the page. "Mention my name
to him, and 'twill suffice."

"Aha! you think so. His majesty will laugh at me if I tell him that a
saucy page desires to be admitted to his presence."

"I pray you make the trial," said Jasper. "You will find that I am
right, and you are wrong."

"Do you bring a message from Mistress Jane Lane?"

"Your honour must excuse my answering that question. My business is
important--very important--and does not admit of delay. If you decline
to take me to his majesty, I will proceed to the house, and endeavour
to find him. I will not be thwarted in my purpose."

"You have boldness enough for anything."

"'Tis a duty to be bold when the object is to serve the king."

"How knew you that his majesty is at Boscobel? Tell me that."

"I obtained the information from Humphrey Penderel, who brought me
here. But do not question me now--I must and will see the king."

"'Must and will' see him?"

"Ay, and without delay. You will incur his sovereign displeasure if
you detain me."

"I will put that to the test," cried Careless. "You must stay here
while I go to him."

An end, however, was put to the discussion by the appearance of the
royal personage to whom it related.

Charles, having finished his devotions in the oratory, had come forth
into the garden, and after lingering there for a short time had passed
out into the wood, where he chanced upon an opening that gave him a
view of the vast sylvan scene with the Clee Hills and the rounded
Wrekin in the distance.

After gazing at the fair prospect for a few minutes he moved in
another direction, and presently came in sight of the party standing
beneath the trees. Great was his surprise, when the page, who could
not be restrained by Careless, ran towards him, and would have bent
the knee, if the king had not checked him.

"How is this?" cried Charles. "Have you left your mistress to follow
the fortunes of a fugitive Cavalier?"

"I hope soon to rejoin Mistress Jane Lane, my liege," replied Jasper.
"I have not come in quest of Major Careless, for sooth to say, I did
not know he was here. I have come to warn your majesty that your
enemies are on your track, and will search for you here to-day."

"Here!" exclaimed Charles.

"Here--at Boscobel," rejoined Jasper. "They believe they have run you
to ground, and make sure of capturing you. Your majesty will wonder
how I obtained this information. You shall hear. Yesterday, Mistress
Jane Lane and myself remained at Hobbal Grange, as we did not like to
quit our retreat, but in the evening we proceeded to the mill
belonging to Humphrey Penderel, being assured that that honest man
would convey us to Moseley Hall. We had not long arrived at the mill,
when a patrol stopped there, and we had only just time to hide
ourselves when the rogues entered the house. I was concealed in a
chest standing in the room in which they sat down, and consequently
overheard their discourse. It related entirely to your majesty. You
have been traced to White Ladies, and they are certain you are
somewhere hereabouts. They are equally certain they shall be able to
discover your retreat--but I trust you will be able to baffle them.
Their orders are to search Boscobel to-day, and they will be
accompanied by Colonel James, who is now quartered at Chillington. All
this, and a good deal more, I heard while ensconced in the chest. They
spoke of the reward offered for your majesty's discovery, and told
Humphrey Penderel he should have a thousand pounds, which would make
him rich for life, if he delivered you up to them, but that he would
be hanged as a traitor if he helped to conceal you. Humphrey made no
answer at the time, but afterwards declared he should like to have
broken their heads for so insulting him."

"Brave fellow!" exclaimed Charles. "He is as trusty as his brothers."

"No fear of him," said Jasper. "But Colonel James is greatly to be
apprehended. He is one of your majesty's most dangerous enemies, and
will use his utmost endeavours to find you. I do not think you will be
safe at Boscobel."

"Where shall I be safe?" cried Charles. "I have only just arrived
here, and now you counsel me to quit my retreat."

"Hide yourself in the forest, sire, and return to the house after it
has been searched."

"The advice is good, and I am inclined to follow it," rejoined the
king. "Mistress Jane Lane, I trust, is in safety?"

"She is at Moseley Hall, sire. As soon as the rebels were gone,
Humphrey Penderel put a pillion on his pad-nag, and took her there."

"And you?"

"I remained to warn your majesty."

"I am infinitely obliged to you--but confess that you had some slight
expectation of finding Major Careless with me, and I am glad you have
not been disappointed."

"I had no such expectation, sire," replied the page, blushing. "I
understood Major Careless was at Madeley. I neither sought, nor
desired a meeting with him."

"Oddsfish! you have changed your mind since we last met."

"Perhaps so, sire. But I would not have my motive misconstrued. 'Tis
devotion to you that has induced me to take this step. When I learnt
that Colonel James was at Chillington--in quest of you--and resolved
to discover your retreat, I felt you were in great danger, and I
therefore made up my mind to warn you. Had I not found you here I
should have gone to all the places where you were likely to take
refuge. I have discharged my duty--and unless your majesty has some
commands for me, I shall take my departure for Moseley Hall, where I
hope to find Mistress Jane Lane. If she has gone on to Bentley Hall, I
shall follow her thither."

"Shall I send Major Careless with you?"

"On no account. Humphrey Penderel has undertaken to take charge of me.
Heaven guard your majesty!"

Making an obeisance to the king, Jasper hastened back to the party who
had been watching the interview with some curiosity, and signing to
Humphrey Penderel, the sturdy miller instantly started off through the
trees, while the page followed him, totally disregarding Major
Careless's entreaties to him to stop.



Chapter 3. HOW THE KING AND CARELESS TOOK REFUGE IN THE OAK

Careless would have followed, but was prevented by the king, who
strode quickly towards the spot where he was standing with Trusty
Dick, and forbade him to stir.

"Spare me a moment, I beseech you, sire," cried Careless. "I must have
a word with this youth."

"Stir not," said Charles, in an authoritative tone. "He has told me
all it is necessary I should know, and you can question him on your
own account at a more convenient season."

"But there seems to be a misunderstanding, sire, which may be
rectified in an instant, if you will only allow me--"

"Not now," interrupted Charles. "No time must be wasted in idle talk.
The youth has come to warn me that this house of Boscobel will
probably be searched to-day by Colonel James, who is quartered at
Chillington."

"Humphrey has just informed me that the rebel troopers were at the
mill last night, sire," observed Dick; "and they told him they were
sure your majesty was concealed somewhere hereabouts, and they would
never rest till they found you."

"They told him something more," said Charles. "They offered him a
large reward to betray me."

"He didn't tell me that," said Dick. "But Humphrey is no traitor,
sire."

"He is as loyal and faithful as yourself, Dick. I cannot say more. But
now--give me your frank opinion. In the event of a rigorous search by
this confounded Colonel James, do you think I should be safe in yonder
house?"

"Well, your majesty might be discovered--and you might not," hesitated
Dick.

"That's no answer, Dick," said the king. "Speak plainly, man."

"I've already had some misgivings, sire. While these scoundrelly
troopers are about, and especially when they've got an active leader,
who will peer into every hole and corner, my honest opinion is that
your majesty will be safer in the wood than in the house. There are no
hiding-places like those of Boscobel--that I'll uphold--but your
majesty's safety is too precious to be trifled with."

"Nothing must be left to chance," said Careless. "I am of Trusty
Dick's opinion that till this threatened danger has blown over, your
majesty will be safest in the wood. We have found a tree in which you
can hide."

"I hope it is an oak," cried Charles. "I would rather owe my safety to
the king of the forest than to any inferior tree."

"Truly it is an oak--a grand old oak--and hath not its peer in the
forest," said Dick.

"Take me to it," said Charles.

In another minute he stood before the tree.

He was gazing at it with admiration, when William Penderel and his
brother John were seen at a distance, evidently in quest of his
majesty, and no sooner did they descry him than they hurried forward.

"You are looking for me, William?" said the king.

"Your majesty must be pleased to return at once to the house," replied
William Penderel. "Indeed, I must make bold to say it is highly
imprudent to stray so far away, when the enemy is lurking about. John,
who has been acting as scout, brings word that a small detachment of
troopers, with Colonel James at their head, are coming from
Chillington, and are almost certain to find their way here."

"I have run so fast to get before them that I have well-nigh lost my
breath," gasped John. "But I beseech your majesty to conceal yourself
without delay."

"I mean to do so--in this tree," replied Charles.

"In this tree!" cried William, in a tone of disappointment.
"Everything is prepared in the house."

"His majesty has decided upon taking refuge in this oak," said
Careless.

"Nay, then, no more need be said," observed William Penderel. "And
perhaps it may be for the best. But you have not breakfasted, sire.
And my good dame has got all ready for you."

"I must dispense with breakfast, I fear," observed Charles, with a
sigh.

"Oh! we can breakfast in the tree," cried Careless. "There is every
convenience among the branches. Can't you bring a basket of
provisions, William, with a flask of wine?"

"Suppose I am caught by the Roundheads, they will at once conclude the
provisions and wine are intended for his majesty. Most assuredly, the
house will be watched."

"You cannot be too cautious, William," observed the king. "I care not
how long I fast."

"But I do," groaned Careless.

"Help me to climb the tree," cried Charles. The king, who was
remarkably active, scarcely needed the assistance he demanded, and,
with very slight aid from William Penderel, was quickly among the
branches.

"Your majesty is as nimble as a squirrel," cried the forester, in
admiration.

"Are you coming to me, Careless?" said the king, looking down.

"Most certainly, sire," replied the major.

And in another instant he was by the king's side.

"Do not tarry here longer, my good friends," cried Charles to the
brothers. "I feel quite safe, now I am in this oak. Return to me when
you can do so without risk."

In obedience to his commands, the three brothers departed--William
Penderel returning to the house, while Trusty Dick and John posted
themselves in different parts of the wood, but at no great distance
from the oak in which the king was hidden.



Chapter 4. HOW CARELESS CAPTURED AN OWL IN THE OAK

Seated upon a large bough, and with his feet upon a lower branch, the
king looked down at Careless, and could not help laughing at him.

"This would be an amusing adventure if your majesty's safety were not
in question," observed the major.

"I suppose you never spent a day in a tree, Will?"

"Never, sire. I don't know what it's like. I have done a good many
strange things in my time, but this is one I never yet did. We must
make ourselves as cheerful as we can under the circumstances."

"You have the happy knack of being always cheerful, Will."

"I am not half so light-hearted as your majesty. Besides, I have
nothing to trouble me. I have not lost a kingdom. I have not even lost
a mistress."

"I am not so certain of that," laughed Charles.

"At any rate, her loss does not give me much concern. Women are
enigmas, and pass my comprehension."

"Thou art thinking of one in particular."

"The sex are all alike--whimsical, capricious, inconstant."

"But always attractive. What hath displeased thy mistress with thee?"

"On my honour, sire, I know not. Methought she was flying at higher
game."

"You need fear no rival in me, Will. I am proof against all feminine
wiles just now. I have something else to think of. But let us examine
our quarters."

"Climb a little higher up, my liege, and you will find a most
comfortable seat--there!--between the main stem and one of the upper
branches."

"I have it," said Charles, seating himself. "Oddsfish! how thick the
foliage is! 'Tis a perfect luxury to sit amongst it. Find a place near
me if thou canst."

Careless obeyed, and while searching for a convenient place among the
branches, suddenly called out:

"Adzooks! We have a companion, sire."

"A companion!" exclaimed the king, in surprise. "What sort of
companion?"

"An owl," replied Careless. "A great horned owl. Behold him!--perched
on that branch, puffing angrily at me for intruding upon his rest. I
wonder he has not taken flight. I'll try and capture him. He may be of
use to us."

"In what way useful? We are better without him than with him,
methinks."

But the interdiction was too late. Careless had caught the owl by
throwing his mantle over him.

"Here he is, sire!" he cried, delighted with his success.

"If thou couldst cook him now he is caught, there would be some gain,"
laughed Charles.

"He will serve to amuse us if he answers no other purpose," said
Careless. "But hark! I hear a sound." And after listening intently for
a moment, he added in a low voice to the king, "'Tis the trampling of
horse. A patrol is coming this way."

"I hear the voices of the rogues. Are we perfectly concealed?"

"Perfectly, my liege. Keep quite still, I beseech you! The slightest
noise may betray us."

From the sounds that reached their ears it was plain that three or
four horsemen had halted beneath the tree, and were lamenting the ill
success that had attended their search for the royal fugitive.

"'Tis strange Charles Stuart contrives to evade us so long," remarked
one of them. "I begin to think he has escaped."

"Had he attempted to escape, we should assuredly have captured him,"
cried another. "He hath baffled us by keeping quiet. I doubt not he is
still in this wood. Ah! if we could only discover his retreat. That
Humphrey Penderel could have helped us to it if he would. He is a
lying rogue."

"Colonel James thinks that the malignant prince will be found at
Boscobel," observed a third. "But I doubt it. He does not enter a
house. My belief is that he is hidden in a tree."

"Perchance in a tree like this?" observed the first interlocutor. "If
such is thy opinion, dismount quickly, and climb the tree--even to the
top thereof."

"And be laughed at for my pains. No, I will not climb the tree, but I
will discharge my caliver into its branches. If I bring down Charles
Stuart with the shot ye will not mock me."

"Of a surety not--we will greatly applaud thy wisdom," cried the
others.

Upon this the trooper who had previously spoken, pointed his caliver
upwards, and fired into the thick of the branches. A loud rustling
sound followed the shot.

"I have hit something!" cried the trooper, exultingly. "Peradventure
it is the king."

"If it be the king he has taken the form of a bird," cried the
troopers, laughing.

As they spoke the owl dropped down on their heads, and its wing being
broken by the shot, it fluttered along the ground.

Shouting with laughter, the troopers pursued the unlucky bird, but
could not catch it.

"I have had a narrow escape," said Careless to the king, as soon as
the coast was clear. "That rogue's bullet came confoundedly near me.
Your majesty will now admit that an owl may be of some use. It has
helped us to get rid of those rascally troopers."



Chapter 5. HOW THEY BREAKFASTED IN THE OAK

Thankful for their escape, the king and Careless remained perfectly
quiet for some time, conversing only in whispers, lest an enemy might
be lurking near.

More than an hour elapsed without anything occurring to cause them
fresh alarm, when a low whistle was heard.

"A signal!" exclaimed Charles.

"It may be a device to induce us to discover ourselves," whispered
Careless.

After a pause the whistle was repeated, and somewhat more loudly.

"I will go a little lower down and endeavour to make out who it is,"
said Careless.

While he was cautiously descending, a voice, which both recognised,
called out:

"'Tis I, William Penderel!"

"Heaven grant he has brought us something to eat!" exclaimed the king.
"Go down to him quickly, Will."

On emerging from the foliage, Careless beheld William Penderel at the
foot of the tree, having a basket in his hand and a cushion under his
arm.

"Never wert thou more welcome, friend William," cried Careless,
enchanted at the sight. "His majesty is well-nigh famished, and I
should have been forced to come to thee for food hadst thou not made
thy appearance."

"You must not quit the tree on any consideration," returned William.
"Boscobel is surrounded by the enemy. I have been obliged to steal
hither by a path known only to myself, and even then I ran the
greatest risk. Do not come down, I pray your honour," he added, seeing
that Careless, who was standing on the lowest bough, was about to
descend. "I will hand the basket up to you."

The feat would have been difficult to any man of less gigantic stature
than William Penderel, but was easily accomplished by him.

Just as Careless obtained possession of the basket, the king appeared
above his head.

"Here is your majesty's breakfast," cried Careless, gleefully.

"And here is a cushion for your majesty to sit upon while
breakfasting," said William, handing it up.

"Truly, thou art most thoughtful, William," said the king. "I cannot
thank thee sufficiently."

"I must not remain here longer now," said the forester. "I will return
when I can do so with safety. Meantime, I counsel your majesty to keep
close hidden."

"Answer me one question before you go, William," said Charles. "Has
the house been searched?"

"No, sire," he replied. "But it is strictly watched by the rebel
soldiers. Apparently, they are waiting for their leader. I must get
back before he arrives!"

With this he departed.

The king and Careless then took the basket to the upper part of the
tree, and arranged the cushion between the forked branches, so that it
formed a very comfortable seat.

Evidently replenished by Dame Joan, the basket contained all that
could be desired for a substantial meal--cold meat, a cold pie, bread,
butter, and cheese, with wooden platters, wooden spoons, horn cups,
and every other requisite,--including a couple of white napkins. Nor
was a flask of canary omitted.

"Heaven bless that thoughtful Dame Joan! How much we owe her!" cried
Charles, as he spread a napkin on his knee. "Give me some of that pie,
Will, and take good care you let none fall while cutting it."

"Fear me not, sire," said Careless, performing the office of carver
very dexterously, all things considered, and handing a large piece of
pigeon-pie to the king.

He then set to work himself, and with such goodwill that in a
marvellously short space of time the dish was completely emptied. The
horn cups were then filled, and a fresh attack was made on the cold
meat, and continued stoutly for some time, till both parties were
obliged to give in. Careless, however, held out longer than his royal
master.

Everything being replaced in the basket, it was hung upon a branch, to
be again applied to in case of need. The pangs of hunger, from which
he had been suffering rather sharply for the last few hours, being now
appeased, Charles began to feel extremely drowsy, and at length, being
quite unable to resist the strong inclination to slumber, he reclined
his head on Careless's lap, and almost instantly dropped asleep.

The chief anxiety of the faithful attendant was to prevent his royal
master from falling, but there was little chance of such an accident,
for the king never moved. The real risk was lest Careless himself
should follow his majesty's example, for he was oppressed by
drowsiness in an equal degree, but by a great effort he conquered the
feeling.

Thus things continued for some time, during which Careless never
altered his position for fear of disturbing the slumbering monarch.
But Charles was not easily awakened, as will presently appear.

On a sudden, Careless was roused from the dreamy state of mind in
which he was lost by a cry for help, and as he happened to be thinking
of Jasper at the moment, he naturally concluded that the cry must
proceed from the page.

In another moment he became convinced that his supposition was
correct. This was not the first time he had heard that voice in
distress, though under far different circumstances from the present.
He could not look out from his place of concealment to ascertain the
cause of the outcries, but it seemed to him that the luckless page was
flying from a patrol, and in imminent danger of being captured. Had it
been possible he would have flown to the youth's assistance, but he
could not quit his position. His anxiety almost amounted to torture,
but he was obliged to bear it.

Charles slept on soundly as ever.

Listening intently, Careless heard the shouts of the troopers as they
galloped among the trees, and he again heard Jasper's voice, but faint
and far off. Then it ceased altogether. Was the fugitive captured? As
Careless could still hear the fierce shouts of the pursuers he hoped
not. But he was left in a state of agonising suspense, for very soon
the shouts of the troopers ceased also.

Still the king moved not, but continued buried in sleep for some time
longer. At last he roused himself, but it took him some minutes to
completely shake off his lethargy.

"I have had a strange dream, Will--a kind of nightmare," he said.
"Methought that pretty page, Jasper, was calling out for help, and
neither of us could stir."

"'Twas no dream, sire," replied Careless. "The circumstance actually
occurred. I was awake, and heard the cries. They pierced my heart."

"Why did you not answer them?"

"My duty to your majesty forbade me. I would not even waken you--for I
well knew what your chivalrous impulse would have suggested."

"And you allowed him to be captured?-ha!"

"I trust he escaped--but I cannot say. I am now right glad that I did
not wake your majesty. 'Twas a hard matter to keep quiet I will
frankly confess, but I could not desert my post. Duty before
everything."

The king smiled, and patted his shoulder. "Thou art ever faithful," he
said.



Chapter 6. HOW COLONEL JAMES HALTED BENEATH THE OAK

Nothing more passed between them for some time, and Charles seemed to
be once more yielding to lethargic feelings, when he was effectually
aroused by the trampling of horse. Evidently a small detachment of
troopers was coming that way, and a halt took place beneath the oak.
No sooner did the voice of their leader reach Careless's ears, than he
remarked in a whisper to the king, "'Tis Colonel James, sire."

"We must not quit this forest empty-handed," said James. "Unless the
knave and his wife who have care of Boscobel have deceived me, Charles
Stuart is not concealed there. Neither is he at either of those houses
of abomination, White Ladies, or Black Ladies. Yet I am well assured
he is hereabouts, and have him I will; for what answer shall I give to
the Lord General, if the head of the malignants be suffered to escape.
Search, then, most carefully. Let men be posted at various points, and
if any one be found in the forest--woodman or not--compel him to give
an account of himself, and if he fails to do so satisfactorily, arrest
him."

"We did discover a youth in the forest, but being exceeding fleet of
foot, he escaped us," remarked one of the soldiers.

"How? Escaped!" cried Colonel James, angrily. "It might have been
Charles Stuart himself. Why did you not shoot him, Madmannah?"

"It was not Charles Stuart, colonel," replied the soldier. "'Twas a
mere stripling. We were close upon his heels when he disappeared
suddenly from our sight--nor could we find him again."

"Ye are not half quick enough," said Colonel James, sternly. "In which
direction did the youth run?"

"Towards Boscobel House, colonel," replied another of the soldiers.
"But he could not have gained the house."

"Ye have done your work negligently," said James, still more sternly.

"The reproof is unmerited, colonel," said Madmannah. "We have shown no
lack of zeal."

"Find me Charles Stuart, and I will retract what I have said. But I
repeat, ye have done your work imperfectly. I will have every tree in
the forest searched wherein a man might be hidden, and I will begin
with this oak."

It will be readily supposed that the determination thus expressed by
Colonel James caused great alarm to Charles and his companion, but
their uneasiness increased when the Republican leader continued in an
authoritative voice:

"Thou art active, Ezra. Dismount at once, and climb the tree."

The king and Careless gave themselves up for lost. There seemed to be
no possibility of escape.

But they were quickly relieved by Ezra's response to the order.

"No use in searching this oak, colonel."

"No use, sayst thou?"

"None, colonel. I have already discharged my caliver into the tree."

"That is true," said the other soldiers.

"Nay, if that be so, 'twere a waste of time to climb the tree," said
James. "We will look out for another, further on."

"Shall we fire a volley into the tree, colonel, to make sure?" asked
another of the soldiers.

"'Tis needless," replied James. "March!"



Chapter 7. HOW THEY PLAYED AT DICE IN THE OAK

The occupants of the oak breathed again after the departure of Colonel
James and his troopers, and though they had been greatly alarmed at
the time, they soon recovered their spirits, and laughed at the
incident.

"Perhaps the excitement was a little too great;" observed Charles;
"but it has served to break the monotony of our somewhat dull
existence. Time, it must be owned, passes very slowly when one is
compelled, like the fowls of the air, to roost in a tree. I hope we
shall soon have another visit from our faithful William Penderel."

"Your majesty must not look for him before night."

"I would night were come. How many wearisome hours have we to pass?
Never did I feel so strong a desire for active exercise--just because
I must not take it."

"Your majesty had best go to sleep again. Pity we have neither cards
nor dice to divert the tedium."

"I have it," cried Charles. "Cards cannot be provided, but the other
deficiency may be easily supplied. Acorns will serve for dice, and our
horn drinking-cups will make admirable dice-boxes."

"Bravo! your majesty has a rare wit," exclaimed Careless.

Charmed with the notion, he set to work at once to carry it out, and
gathering a few acorns, marked them with the point of his dagger. The
horn cups were next produced, and carefully wiped with a napkin, which
was then folded and laid on a branch of the tree to serve for a board.

"At what game will your majesty be pleased to play?" cried Careless,
rattling the extempore dice in the cornet.

"Hazard would be most appropriate," replied Charles. "But we have had
enough of that of late. I prefer 'passage,'" he added, taking three of
the dice. "Plague on't, I have nothing to stake--not a crown."

"Your majesty has already staked a crown--"

"Ay, and lost it," interrupted the king.

"Only temporarily, sire. You will soon have it back again. I have a
few pistoles left," he added, producing his purse. "Shall we divide
them?"

"Be it so," replied Charles.

Putting down a couple of the pistoles he had received from Careless,
he then threw, calling out "Quatre," as he made the cast, and he
continued throwing until stopped by Careless, who exclaimed:

"Doublets above ten. Your majesty passes and wins."

"I thought I was in luck to-day," cried Charles.

The play went on, without much benefit to Careless. Ere long, every
pistole was swept up by the king, who was put into very good humour by
his success.

"Oddsfish! I have won all thy money, Will," he exclaimed "But take
back half, and let us begin anew. Since we have found out this
pleasant pastime, I care not how long I am detained here. Never, sure,
was oak so enchanting as this."

"Suppose we try 'in and in,' by way of variety, sire?" said Careless.

Charles assented, and they began to play again, and soon became so
excited by the game, that they neglected the dictates of prudence, and
talked louder than they ought to have done.

Suddenly a sound from below, like the clapping of hands, brought them
to their senses. They became instantly silent, and regarded each other
anxiously.



Chapter 8. HOW THEY HAD A VISITOR IN THE OAK, AND IN WHAT MANNER THEY
TREATED HIM

The sound was repeated. Though believing it to be a signal, they did
not dare to respond.

"Do you hear me?" cried a voice which they both recognised. "'Tis I--
Jasper. Come down quickly. There is danger."

"Danger of what?" demanded Careless.

But no answer was made. The page was gone.

"We had best attend to the warning, sire," observed Careless.

Charles thought so too, and they were preparing to descend, when they
were stopped by hearing other voices--rough and menacing in tone--at
the foot of the tree. It was evident that the speakers were a couple
of troopers, who had tied up their horses and come thither on foot.

"If it should turn out as I conjecture, Ezra," said one of them, "and
Charles Stuart proves to be hidden in this tree, we shall easily
effect his capture, and obtain the reward."

"Without doubt. But why dost thou think he is here hidden, Madmannah?"

"A revelation seemed made to me, when I came hither an hour or two ago
with Colonel James," replied Madmannah. "But I would not disclose what
was then imparted to me--save to thee, Ezra. Thou shalt share the
reward."

"And the danger," observed Ezra.

"The danger will be mine, seeing that I mean to climb the tree," said
Madmannah. "Thou wilt remain here."

"I am content," replied Ezra. "But I have little faith that thou wilt
find him thou seekest."

This discourse reached those above.

"There are but two of them, sire," remarked Careless to the king.
"Shall we descend and attack them?"

"Not so," replied Charles. "Let this fellow come up if he will. We can
hurl him down on his comrade's head."

It now became evident from the noise that Madmannah was climbing the
tree.

"Give me thy dagger," said the king. "I will deal with him."

Careless obeyed, but held himself in readiness to assist the king.

As Madmannah entered the thick part of the tree, where he was
concealed from his comrade's view, he was suddenly seized with an iron
grasp by the king, who placed the dagger at his throat.

"Utter a word, and thou art a dead man," said Charles, in a deep
whisper.

His looks showed so plainly that he would execute his threat, that
Madmannah did not dare to disobey, but prudently held his tongue.

Seeing how matters stood, and fearing lest the trooper might free
himself sufficiently from the king's grasp to draw a pistol, Careless
quickly descended and disarmed him--depriving him of all weapons he
had about him.

"I will slay thee without hesitation unless thou renderest implicit
obedience to my commands," said Charles to the trooper.

At this moment Ezra called from below:

"Hast thou found him?"

"Say that thou hast lost thy labour," whispered Charles, holding the
poniard more closely to the trooper's throat. "Speak loudly, so that
he may hear thee."

Madmannah did as enjoined.

"I expected as much," cried Ezra, angrily.

"Thou hast brought me here on a fool's errand. Come down quickly, or I
will depart without thee."

"Let thy answer be, 'Go, an' thou wilt,'" said Charles.

And Madmannah repeated what he was told.

"Add, that he may go to the devil if he is so minded," said Careless.

Madmannah made the required addition, and Ezra marched off in high
dudgeon.

"Now let me go," implored Madmannah. "I swear not to betray you."

"We cannot trust him," said Careless. "These false-hearted knaves
regard not an oath. We can only insure his silence by putting him to
death. Let us hang him to a branch of the tree."

"Spare me!" cried the trooper, horribly frightened. "By all that is
sacred I swear not to betray you!"

"I am for hanging him. 'Tis the safest plan," said Careless.

Though not seriously uttered, the threats produced the desired effect.
The trooper begged hard for his life.

"Shall we let him go?" said Charles, somewhat moved.

"Assuredly not," replied Careless. "Since he has been fool enough to
run his head into a noose, he must take the consequences."

"It will greatly inconvenience us to detain him as a prisoner," said
Charles. "But there is no alternative."

"Pardon me, there is the alternative of hanging."

"Hark thee, fellow," cried Charles. "Thy life shall be spared, but
thou must submit to restraint. Thy hands must be bound, and thine eyes
blindfolded."

"Nay, if that be done unto me, I shall fall down from the tree, and
break my neck," groaned Madmannah.

"No matter," said Careless.

"Seat thyself between these branches, and move not," said the king.

Aware that resistance would be useless, Madmannah obeyed. Careless
then took off the prisoner's belt, and with it fastened his arms
tightly behind his back; completing his task by tying his own scarf
over the man's eyes.

"Attempt to call out and we will gag thee," he said.

"Nay, I will keep silence," rejoined Madmannah. "Yet tell me how long
I am to be detained here?"

"Till this time to-morrow," answered Careless; "for then we shall be
far off."

"Then ye mean to leave me here?" said the prisoner.

"We shall leave thee, but the tree will be watched," remarked Charles.

Madmannah asked no further questions. Naturally, his presence was a
great annoyance to the king and his companion, and they moved as far
from him as they could, and conversed in whispers.

Things went on thus for more than an hour, when the voice of Ezra was
heard from below, calling out:

"Art thou still here, Madmannah?"

The prisoner heard the inquiry, but did not dare to make any answer,
for he felt the point of the poniard at his throat, and Ezra departed.

No one else--friend or foe--came near the oak.

The day seemed interminable--but night came at last. In expectation of
the arrival of William Penderel, they had got all in readiness for
departure. But what was to be done with the prisoner? That was rather
a perplexing consideration, for the king did not altogether like to
leave him in the tree. Charles was still undecided, when a signal was
given, and peering out from the screen of foliage he could just
distinguish three huge figures standing at the foot of the tree.

"The fellow shall go down with us," he observed in an under tone to
Careless. "William Penderel and two of his brothers are below. They
will dispose of him. Unloose him quickly."

Careless obeyed the injunction.

"Am I to be set at liberty?" asked the prisoner, joyfully, as his
hands were unfastened.

"That depends," replied Careless. "The bandage will not be removed
from thine eyes, so it will behove thee to be careful in descending."

Meantime, the king had gone down to explain matters, taking the basket
and the cushion with him. As he expected, he found William Penderel,
with Trusty Dick and John. All three were amazed to hear that a
prisoner had been made. Though the task was by no means agreeable to
them, Dick and John did not for a moment dispute his majesty's
commands, but agreed to convey the trooper to a distance.

"We will conduct him to the roughest part of the wood and leave him
there, to find his way out as he best can," said Dick. "If he gets
drowned in a pool, or stifled in a bog, it won't much matter," added
John.

Madmannah reached the lowest branch in safety, but he then slipped
down and fell to the ground. When he arose he was seized on either
side by a vigorous grasp, while a stern voice--it was that of Dick--
bade him come along, and keep silence.

"We have got thy pistols," added John, "and we will shoot thee through
the head shouldst thou attempt to fly, or give the alarm. So take heed
what thou art about."

They then marched off with the prisoner between them.

As soon as they were out of sight and hearing, William Penderel
cautiously conducted the king and his companion to Boscobel House.



Chapter 9. HOW CHARLES SLEPT IN THE SECRET CLOSET; AND HOW CARELESS
SLEPT IN A PRIEST'S HOLE IN THE GARRET

After the long and anxious day he had passed in the oak, it was with a
feeling of indescribable satisfaction that Charles found himself once
more in Boscobel House--not in the parlour into which he had been
shown in the morning, but in the large comfortable hall--a couple of
nicely roasted chickens before him, and Dame Joan in attendance.
Careless, who was seated at the opposite side of the table, was quite
as well pleased as his royal master, and both did justice to the
repast provided for them. Charles, as we have already remarked,
possessed a happy temperament, that enabled him to cast off his cares,
and with plenty to eat, and a flask of good wine within reach--to say
nothing of a black-jack full of strong ale, he desired nothing
better--and laughed heartily while recounting the many alarming
incidents of the day to Joan.

"What trials your majesty must have gone through!" exclaimed the good
dame, lifting up her hands. "The saints be praised that you are here
to describe them."

"I shouldn't mind passing another day in the oak," observed Charles,
"if I were certain of having such a supper as this at the end of it. I
trust the noble tree that has given me shelter may 'scape the
woodman's axe."

Just then the door opened, and William Penderel entered, followed by
his two brothers.

"William," cried his wife, with irrepressible enthusiasm, "his majesty
expects you and your brothers to protect the royal oak!"

"The royal oak!" cried William.

"Thy wife has so named the tree," said the king, "and I approve the
designation."

"Then the royal oak it shall be called," cried William, sharing Joan's
enthusiasm, as did his brothers.

"Pledge me in this cup of wine that you will protect the good old
oak," cried Charles, drinking from the cup which he had just before
filled, and handing it to William Penderel, who received it on his
knees with the utmost respect.

"I pledge myself to preserve the royal oak, so far as lies in my
power," he said, placing the cup to his lips.

When he had finished, each of his brothers knelt down, and drank the
pledge solemnly.

"Your majesty may depend that the royal oak will be well protected,"
cried Joan.

"I doubt it not," said Charles. "Now tell me what you have done with
the prisoner?" he added to Trusty Dick.

"We took him to Rock Coppice in Chillington Park," replied Dick, "and
forced him to descend into a deep dry pit, from which he will find
some difficulty in getting out."

"But he may know you again?" said Charles.

"No fear of that," said John. "We didn't remove the bandage from his
eyes, and disguised our voices. Here are his pistols."

"Give them to me," said William. "I may need them. I shall keep watch
throughout the night."

"John and I will remain here likewise to relieve guard," said Dick;
"so that his majesty may rest securely."

"No discovery was made when the house was searched by the enemy to-
day? ha!" cried Charles.

"None whatever, sire," replied Joan. "Our lady be praised for
misleading them."

"Where am I to be lodged, good dame?" asked Charles.

"There is a very fine old bed in the squire's room as we call it,"
replied Joan--"Squire Peter Giffard, and his father, ay, and his
grandfather, Squire John Giffard, who built this house, have often
slept in it--but I dare not offer it to your majesty."

"Lodge me where you will, good dame," replied the king, with manifest
symptoms of fatigue. "I wish you all good night."

"Shall I attend your majesty?" said Careless.

Charles declined, and preceded by Joan, who carried a light, mounted
an oak staircase, which sprang from the further end of the hall.

On arriving at the landing-place, his conductress opened the door of a
good-sized apartment, in the midst of which stood a large old-
fashioned bed, with rich, though faded curtains. The room, which had a
most comfortable look in the eyes of the wearied monarch, was panelled
with black oak, and partly hung with tapestry. On the walls were
portraits of Sir Thomas Giffard, tenth Lord of Chillington, and his
two spouses--Dorothy, daughter of Sir John Montgomery, of Caverswall,
and Ursula, daughter of Sir Robert Throckmorton, of Coughton--both
extremely handsome women.

Having drawn aside a piece of the arras opposite the foot of the bed,
Joan opened a sliding panel in the wainscot, and a dark closet was
then revealed.

"Is this the hiding-place?" asked Charles.

"Your majesty shall see," she replied.

And she then opened another sliding panel at the back of the closet.

The aperture thus discovered admitted them to a small square room,
which evidently formed part of the projecting chimney-stack, and had
small windows at the front and at either side, looking into the
garden. It was evident from its position that the room stood over the
porch.

"This cannot be a hiding-place," said Charles.

"Your majesty is right," replied Joan. "But it deceives the
searchers."

She then drew back, and signing to the king to follow her, returned to
the closet, and taking up a small mat in one corner, raised up a
trapdoor, so artfully contrived in the floor, that Charles could not
detect it, and disclosed a small ladder, leading to a room beneath.

"There is the hiding-place," she said. "The small room below is built
in the chimney, whence by a narrow staircase and a small postern
covered with ivy, you can gain the garden, and from the garden may
reach the wood, where you are safe."

"I understand," said the king, struck with the ingenuity of the
contrivance.

"A pallet bed is made up in the lower room. The place is small and
uncomfortable, but 'tis safe."

"That is the main point," cried Charles. "I must sacrifice comfort to
security."

"The Earl of Derby slept here all the time he stayed at Boscobel,"
said Joan.

"Then I have no right to complain," cried Charles.

"Should any alarm occur I will run up-stairs instantly and make all
secure," said Joan. "Holy Mary and all holy angels watch over your
majesty!"

Charles then took the light from her, passed through the trap-door,
and descended to the lower room.

Having carefully restored the panel to its place, Joan went down-
stairs, and telling Careless she would find him a safe resting-place,
led him to the upper floor of the house.

There was nothing whatever in the garret they had reached to indicate
that it could be used for the purpose of concealment. The roof was so
low that Careless could scarcely stand upright beneath it. Beyond it
were other small rooms lighted by the gable windows. A straw mat was
lying on the floor. This Joan removed and revealed a trap-door,
beneath which was a cavity about six or seven feet deep, profoundly
dark, and only just large enough to hold a single person. So much did
this "priest's hole," as it was called, resemble a cell, that Careless
shuddered as he gazed into it. However, he made no complaints but let
himself down into the hole, which he found somewhat more roomy than he
expected.

Joan handed him the lamp she had brought with her, and on looking
round, he perceived that a pallet was laid at the bottom of the
recess, but nothing more than a blanket and a pillow were provided.

"I must perform this act of penance for my sins," cried Careless. "But
I am so sleepy that I do not think I shall pass the night in prayer
like the holy men who have previously sought refuge here. I do not
require the light, good dame," he added, giving back the lamp to her.
"But I pray you not to close the trap-door, for I feel as if I should
be suffocated in this hole."

"Colonel Roscarrock slept two or three nights in the priest's hole,"
replied Joan; "and he chose to have the trap-door shut, judging it
safer. But your honour's instructions shall be carefully attended to,
and the lamp shall be left on the table. I wish you good night."

No sooner was she gone than Careless laid himself down upon the
pallet, and notwithstanding the confined space, and the general
discomfort of the priest's hole, so greatly was he fatigued, that he
immediately fell fast asleep.



Chapter 10. IN WHICH THE KING PROVES HIMSELF A GOOD COOK

All passed quietly that night at Boscobel. Charles slept soundly in
the secret closet; and Careless slept equally soundly in the priest's
hole. The faithful brothers kept watch, by turns, outside the house,
and Joan did not go to bed at all, but took a little repose in an arm-
chair in the squire's bedchamber. Careless awoke at an early hour in
the morning, and left the garret as quickly as he could. Finding the
king was not astir, he did not choose to disturb him, but went forth
into the garden. After strolling about for a few minutes, he proceeded
to the little mount we have already described, and entered the arbour
on its summit. What was his surprise to find some one asleep there. It
was Jasper, who was roused by Careless's approach, and opened his
eyes.

"You here!" exclaimed Careless.

"I have not been long here," said the page. "I have been hidden in the
forest, and have had several narrow escapes of capture."

"Both his majesty and myself have been most anxious for your safety,"
said Careless. "You look sadly tired."

"Fasting does not very well agree with me," replied Jasper. "One
cannot find much to eat in the forest. I have had nothing for nearly
twenty-four hours, and I find myself particularly hungry, I can assure
you."

"No wonder," cried Careless, in a sympathising tone. "Come with me
into the house, and I will get you some breakfast at once."

"The offer is too welcome to be refused--though I confess I have some
scruples. What will his majesty think of me?"

"His majesty will be delighted to see you--but he has not yet left his
couch."

What more passed between them we do not pretend to say, but they
remained within the arbour for another minute or so, and then
descending from the mount proceeded with very leisurely footsteps
towards the porch.

"How strange is this meeting!" murmured Careless. "Never did I dream
we should be here together."

"'Tis a charming old place, I think, and I could be quite happy here
for a month, if those Roundhead soldiers wouldn't molest me."

They were now not far from the porch, when a rustling was heard among
the ivy that clothed the base of the chimney-stack, and the next
moment the king came forth from the secret postern.

Jasper was quite startled by the sudden apparition, for so well
concealed was the outlet that it could scarcely be detected, even when
the observers were close at hand.

Charles smiled at the page's look of astonishment.

"You are not familiar with the wonders of this enchanted castle," he
said. "But, i'faith, I should not have ventured forth if I had not
reconnoitred you through a loophole."

"I hope your majesty has rested well," said the page, with an
obeisance.

"Never better," replied Charles. "I made one long nap of it. Where did
you find a couch?"

"Partly at the foot of a tree, sire, and partly in yonder arbour,
where Major Careless found me a few minutes ago."

"Oddsfish! then you have passed the night in the forest?"

"Precisely so, sire."

"And I fear without supper?"

"Supper would have been superfluous, if I had dined."

"Careless, we must have breakfast instantly," cried Charles. "Let me
know when it is ready."

"Come with me, Jasper, thou may'st be needed."

"No; Jasper will remain with me. I want to talk to him."

Careless rather reluctantly departed.

The king then began to question the page as to his adventures in the
forest, but had not learnt all particulars, when Careless came back.

"Oddsfish! thou hast made haste," exclaimed Charles.

"Dame Joan desires to know what it will please your majesty to have
for breakfast."

"Didst tell her I have company?"

"I explained that there is a hungry page with your majesty, and she
thought he had best come in and render help."

"Willingly," cried Jasper.

"Nay, we will all go in," said Charles.

Active preparations for the morning meal were being made in the hall
as the king entered with his attendants.

A large fire was burning in the grate, at which Dame Joan was roasting
a brace of partridges, that emitted a very delectable odour.

"Nothing can be better than those birds, dame, unless it be a broiled
mutton-chop?" he cried.

"There is a neck of mutton in the larder, an' please your majesty, but
I fear the meat may prove too fresh," replied Joan.

"Heed not that," cried Charles. "Mutton-chops are the very thing. I
will broil them myself. Bring me the gridiron, dame."

Very much amused by the order, Joan obeyed, and the chops being duly
prepared, were skilfully broiled by the king, who never for a moment
quitted his post, but turned them with a fork when requisite.

While he was thus employed, William Penderel came in, and could
scarcely believe his eyes when he found the king standing before the
fire. But the faithful fellow did not remain long in-doors, for he was
now left alone for a time, his brothers having gone to their homes.

Having completed his task to his entire satisfaction, and the infinite
amusement of the lookers on, Charles proceeded to the head of the
table, and bidding Careless and the page sit down on either side of
him, the chops were served by Joan, and greatly enjoyed. Charles
insisted that the good dame should taste his cookery, but she would
touch nothing till she had served their partridges. She then discussed
the chop at the lower end of the table, and declared, no doubt, with
truth, that she had never tasted aught so good in her life.



Chapter 11. WHAT BROUGHT FATHER HUDDLESTONE TO BOSCOBEL

After breakfast, Charles, attended by Careless, went out into the
garden, and having previously consulted William Penderel, who did not
seek to dissuade him from the step, visited the oak, and remained for
a long time contemplating it with mingled gratitude and admiration.
How majestic looked the tree on that morning! Before quitting it
Charles spread his arms round its trunk in a loving embrace.

On returning to the garden, Charles proceeded to the arbour, and sat
down within it. So pleasant was the spot, that for a short time he
surrendered himself to the enjoyment of the moment, and sank into a
calm reverie, from which he was rather rudely disturbed by the sound
of approaching footsteps, and looking out he saw Father Huddlestone,
accompanied by Careless. Greeting the priest with much respect, he met
him at the top of the mount, and led him into the arbour, graciously
praying him to be seated.

"All good saints bless your majesty!" exclaimed the priest, "and guard
you from your enemies. I have just come from Moseley Hall, and am the
bearer of a message to your majesty from Lord Wilmot. His lordship is
in great anxiety on your majesty's account--very alarming reports
having reached him, which I am glad to find are unfounded, and he
implores you to come on to Moseley Hall, where he feels sure you will
be safe. To his lordship's entreaties I would add those of my patron,
Mr. Whitgreave, who places his house at your disposal, and has means,
almost better than any other person, of offering you secure asylum at
this dangerous juncture. To these entreaties, my gracious liege,"
continued the good priest, earnestly, "I will add my own. Do not
remain here too long. Your enemies have been temporarily baffled in
their quest, but I fear they will renew it, since their obstinacy is
great."

The king listened attentively to what was said to him.

"I intended to remain here for a few days, holy father, till the
danger should be blown over," he said. "But I perceive there is too
much risk in doing so. Loth, therefore, as I am to leave Boscobel, I
will come to Moseley Hall to-night."

"Your majesty has determined well," said Father Huddlestone. "But I
entreat you to take a sufficient guard with you. The forest is full of
rebel troopers. No doubt the trusty Penderels will guard you."

"I can count upon them," replied Charles.

"I will speak with William Penderel myself, before I depart," said the
priest.

"Do you depart soon, father?"

"Almost immediately, sire. I return by Chillington."

"Then come in at once and take some refreshment."

And rising as he spoke, the king led the way to the house.

As the king and Father Huddlestone walked on, they perceived Careless
and the page leaning from an open lattice window to the room on the
ground floor. Thus seen they formed a very pretty picture. On his
majesty's approach they would have drawn back, but he marched up to
the window to speak to them.

"A change has taken place in my plans," he said. "Father Huddlestone
is returning immediately to Moseley Hall. You must both go with him."

"And leave you here, sire?" cried Careless. "I do not like the
arrangement at all. But, of course, I must obey your majesty's
orders."

"If all goes well, I shall rejoin you to-morrow at Moseley," said the
king. "I shall travel at night, and with a sufficient escort."

"But why am I not to form one of your majesty's escort?" asked
Careless.

"Because you are wanted elsewhere," replied Charles, smiling.

"Well, since it must be, it must," said Careless. "But your majesty
may wish me at your side."

While Charles was thus conversing, the good priest entered the house,
and finding Joan and her husband in the hall, paused for a moment at
the open door, and bestowed a benediction upon them. They received him
with the greatest respect. William placed a chair for him, and Joan
quickly brought him some refreshment. While this was going on, the
good father briefly explained the purport of his message to the king,
and though the faithful pair were grieved to lose their important
charge, they raised no objection.

At this juncture Charles came in.

"My good friends," he said, "I perceive from your countenances that
Father Huddlestone has told you I must leave you. Never shall I forget
your kindness to me, and I desire to express my gratitude in the good
father's presence."

"Your feelings do you honour, my liege," said Father Huddlestone,
rising. "Your majesty may rest assured that you have not more devoted
subjects than the Penderels. As to Dame Joan--"

"Her price is above rubies," interrupted the king. "I know it. Be
seated, I pray, your reverence, and heed not my presence. I have more
hard work for you, William, and for your trusty brothers. To-night you
must all escort me to Moseley Hall."

"We will all be ready, my liege, and shall account it no hardship,"
replied William. "We will take with us our brother-in-law, Francis
Yates. We can trust him as we can trust ourselves."

"The husband of the good woman who visited me in Spring Coppice?"
observed Charles.

"The same, sire."

"Then he is well mated," said the king.

"You must all go armed, William," remarked Father Huddlestone,
gravely--"armed, and prepared to resist to the death. I warn you there
is danger."

"We will go fully prepared for any event," rejoined William Penderel,
resolutely. "We cannot do better than die for the king."

"That is a sentiment I have always inculcated," said the father.

"And I have not forgotten it, your reverence." Then turning to the
king, he added, "I will bid Humphrey bring his horse for your majesty.
Moseley Hall is a long way off, and your majesty looks somewhat
footsore."

"Oddsfish! I could not walk half a dozen miles without falling dead
lame," cried Charles. "By all means let me have Humphrey's nag."

Soon afterwards, Careless and the page, neither of whom had any
preparations to make, came in to bid adieu to Joan and her worthy
spouse; and Father Huddlestone, declaring he was sufficiently rested
and refreshed, rose to depart.

Before bidding adieu to Careless, the king gave him some instructions
in private, saying, as he left him at the garden gate.

"If we do not meet again, you will know what to do."

Charles did not wait for any reply, but, as if afraid of betraying the
emotion he felt, walked quickly towards the arbour. On gaining the
summit of the mount, he looked round and saw that Father Huddlestone
and his two companions were gazing anxiously at him from the skirts of
the wood. Waving his hand to them, he entered the arbour, and was for
some time lost in painful reflection.




Book the fourth:



Chapter 1. CHILLINGTON HOUSE

Father Huddlestone being as well acquainted with the paths through the
forest as the Penderels themselves, took his companions through the
thickest part of it, where they were not likely to encounter a patrol
of the enemy, and brought them safely to Chillington Park.

They were now at the lower end of the long and beautiful avenue
leading to the ancient mansion, but before proceeding further, the
priest deemed it advisable to consult the old gatekeeper, who dwelt in
the lodge adjoining the entrance of the park.

Like all the old retainers of the Giffards, John Eccleshall, the gate-
keeper, was a Roman Catholic, and consequently devoted to Father
Huddlestone. He informed the priest that there was no danger whatever
in his entering the park, since Colonel James, with the whole of his
troopers, had evacuated the hall.

"Heaven be thanked the rogues are gone to Brewood!" said the old man.
"Not one is left behind. I counted them as they passed through the
gate."

While Father Huddlestone was talking with the gate-keeper, Jasper's
curiosity was excited by an old wooden cross standing in a small green
inclosure near the lodge, and in answer to his inquiries as to why it
had been placed there, the priest related the following legend:

"That is called Giffard's Cross," said Father Huddlestone, "and it was
set up in old times by Sir John Giffard. Sir John, who was excessively
fond of the chase, kept a collection of wild beasts, and amongst them
a very beautiful, but very fierce panther, which he valued more than
all the rest. One day, it chanced that this savage animal slipped out
of its cage, and escaped into the park. Made aware of what had
happened by the cries of his terrified household, Sir John snatched up
an arbalist, and rushed out into the park, accompanied by his eldest
son. He easily ascertained the direction taken by the panther, for the
beast had been seen to skirt the avenue. At that time there were no
gates here, and the limits of the park extended far beyond the place
where we are now standing. Sir John and his son ran as swiftly as they
could, and were still speeding on, when they beheld a young woman and
a child coming along the road. At the same moment, they discovered the
panther couched amid the fern, evidently waiting for his prey. Sir
John and his son had halted, and though the distance was almost too
great, the old knight prepared to launch a bolt at the beast. But
while he was adjusting his cross-bow, his son remarked that he was out
of breath, and fearing he might miss his aim from this cause, called
out to him in French, 'Prenez haleine, tirez fort.' By this time the
poor young woman had perceived her peril, and uttering a loud shriek,
clasped her child to her breast, and essayed to fly. It may be by the
interposition of holy Hubert," continued the priest, reverently,
"whose aid Sir John invoked, that she was saved. Just as the panther
was about to spring, the bolt flew, and was lodged in the animal's
brain. On the spot where the mortally-wounded beast rolled on the
ground, this memorial was placed. Thence-forward, also, Sir John
Giffard adopted as his motto the words of counsel addressed to him by
his son."

Having concluded his legend, with which Jasper was much edified, the
good priest bestowed his benediction on the old gate-keeper, and the
party entered the park, and proceeded along the avenue.

Viewed at a distance, Chillington House, with its grand faade, its
immense oriel windows, its gables, turrets, and noble entrance porch,
looked as imposing as ever, but on a nearer approach, the damage done
to the mansion could be perfectly distinguished. Built by Sir John
Giffard in the early part of the reign of Henry VIII., on the site of
a still older edifice, Chillington House had long been kept up in
magnificent style by its owners. But the Giffards were gone now, and
their ancient residence being in the hands of the Parliamentary
commissioners, was allowed to go to ruin. Now and then it afforded
quarters to a detachment of soldiers, who took possession of it,
without authority, and did an infinitude of mischief.

The old mansion was approached by an extremely picturesque avenue of
mingled oaks and hollies, and it was along this beautiful avenue, in
1576, that Queen Elizabeth rode, attended by a splendid cortege, when
she visited John Giffard, grandson of the builder of the mansion.

At that time, the park, which was of vast extent, was well stocked
with deer, for the old lords of Chillington were great hunters. At the
rear of the mansion the park extended to Codsall, and in this part
there were several large pools, of which a more particular description
will be given hereafter. At a subsequent period these pools were
joined together, and now form a large and beautiful lake. Attached to
the house were stables that might have befitted a palace, and these
were spared by the troopers, who spared nothing else about the place,
because they found them convenient.

Placed on a rising ground, Chillington House not only looked down the
long avenue we have described, but commanded an extensive prospect
over a beautifully wooded country. Familiar with this lovely view,
Careless turned round for a few minutes to gaze at it, but it was with
very different feelings that he surveyed the ancient mansion. How
changed was it since he beheld it last! As his eye ran over the front
of the once proud structure, he noted the injuries it had sustained--
windows shattered--architectural ornaments mutilated, or thrown down--
the smooth lawns trampled over--the terrace grass-grown. Yawning wide,
the great entrance door revealed the havoc that had taken place
within.

Careless and the priest exchanged mournful glances as they walked
towards the house, but not a word passed between them. The great hall
which they entered was a complete wreck--its beautifully carved oak
screen having been ruthlessly destroyed. The sculptured armorial
bearings on the grand oak staircase were likewise irreparably injured.
Nothing that hatchet could mutilate was spared.

"Have you seen enough?" inquired the priest.

"No," replied Careless, "I would fain see what these vindictive
miscreants can do when they are under no restraint. Come with me,
father. Wait for us here, Jasper."

Accompanied by Father Huddlestone he then ascended the great oak
staircase, and they proceeded to examine the long gallery and the
numerous apartments connected with it, all of which were marked by the
hand of the ruthless destroyer.

"What would Peter Giffard say if he could behold his house?" remarked
Careless. "It would break his stout heart--if, indeed, his heart is
not already broken."

"He bears his misfortunes bravely," said Father Huddlestone. "But the
king's defeat at Worcester will be a greater blow to him than the
worst of his own losses."

"Ah! if we Royalists had but won that battle, father," cried Careless;
"we should soon have enjoyed our own again! But we must now wait for
many a long day."

"I fear so, my son," replied the priest. "But I trust in the justice
of Heaven!"

Meanwhile Jasper, tired by his walk, had sought a seat among the
broken furniture scattered about. Discovering an old arm-chair, he
threw himself into it and fell asleep almost immediately.

Having completed their survey of the upper rooms, Careless and the
priest were about to descend, but while passing through the gallery
they chanced to look out of a window, and, to their infinite dismay,
perceived a small party of dragoons, with an officer at their head,
riding quickly towards the house.

There was time enough to save themselves by a hasty retreat, but not a
moment to lose. Careless rushed to the head of the great staircase,
and called out to Jasper that the enemy was at hand, bidding him fly
to the back of the house, and make his way out.

Feeling certain that the page heard him, and would instantly attend to
the warning, he gave himself no further concern, but followed Father
Huddlestone down a back staircase. Luckily, there was nothing to
prevent their egress--the doors being all unfastened--and they were
soon in the court-yard.

Here they waited for a few moments for Jasper, expecting he would join
them, but he came not. Careless now became seriously alarmed, and his
uneasiness was increased by some sounds that seemed to announce the
arrival of the troopers. Despite Father Huddlestone's entreaties he
re-entered the house, but presently came back, and with a look of
anguish exclaimed:

"Too late! The troopers have already entered--he must be captured!"

"Nay, then, we must save ourselves if we can," cried Father
Huddlestone. "Let us make for the wood."

They had scarcely quitted the court-yard when three or four troopers
rode into it.



Chapter 2. HOW THE KING WAS WELL-NIGH CAPTURED BY MADMANNAH

Seated in the arbour, to which he had retired on the departure of
Father Huddlestone and his companions, Charles endeavoured to review
his position calmly.

His great desire had been to remain at Boscobel till the vigilance of
his enemies should relax, and an opportunity of reaching the coast
might occur to him, but after Father Huddlestone's earnest
representations of the great risk he would run, he felt the necessity
of seeking another hiding-place, and where could a more secure retreat
be found than was offered by Moseley Old Hall?

Mr. Whitgreave, the owner of the mansion, belonged to the old
religion, and the unfortunate monarch had learnt from recent
experience that those who had proved most faithful to him in his hour
of peril were Roman Catholics. Besides, Father Huddlestone had given
him positive assurance of the fidelity of Mr. Whitgreave's household.
There was no risk, therefore, of betrayal. The great danger lay in the
journey. If he could only reach Moseley Old Hall in safety all would
be well.

Still, he felt reluctant to quit Boscobel. The Penderels had
completely won his regard. Their devotion had impressed him deeply,
and he well knew that men so honest and trusty, and possessed of such
good sound sense, were rarely to be met with. Having been thrown so
much into their company--especially into that of Trusty Dick--he knew
them more intimately than he had ever done persons in their humble
station, and he formed a very high and perfectly just opinion of their
worth.

Naturally, the uppermost thought in his mind was how to reach the
coast, and procure a vessel to convey him to France, and he was
considering how he could best accomplish his object, when the sound of
quick footsteps on the gravel-walk leading to the mount caught his
ear. He immediately looked forth, and saw it was Trusty Dick, who had
come to warn him.

"Your majesty must not stay here any longer," said the faithful
fellow. "The enemy is at hand."

On hearing this Charles hurried to the house, where he found William
Penderel and his wife in great consternation, for they had just learnt
from Dick that Colonel James, being dissatisfied with the result of
the first investigation, was about to make another search of the
house, and was coming thither with his troopers.

"I will again take refuge in the oak," cried Charles. "I shall be safe
amid its branches."

"There is not time to reach the tree," said Dick, who could not
conceal his uneasiness. "Besides, that rascally trooper whom your
majesty made a prisoner is with them."

"You must hide in the secret closet, my liege, or in the priest's
hole," said Joan.

"There are other hiding-places," added William Penderel, "but none so
secure as the secret closet in the chimney. Go thither at once, sire,
I entreat you. There is not a moment to lose."

"I must not be found here," cried Trusty Dick, "my presence would
excite suspicion. But I shall not be far off."

Snatching up a sword that had been left for him by Careless, Charles
hurried up-stairs, and opened the door of the secret closet. While he
was thus employed, he fancied he heard some one in the adjoining
chamber, and at once flew to the trap-door, and let himself down into
the lower chamber. In his haste, he had left the sword lying on the
floor of the bedroom, and had upset a fauteuil--and, worst of all, he
had left the door of the secret closet open--but he felt sure Joan
would quickly follow and put all right.

And so she would have done, had she not been prevented. How great was
her terror, on entering the bedchamber, to see a trooper standing
there, amid all these evidences of the king's hasty retreat.

The trooper she beheld was Madmannah. He had got into the house
through an open window, and had made his way privily up-stairs.
Placing his pike at her breast, he ordered her instantly to quit the
room, and she did not dare to disobey.

Casting an anxious glance at the accusing sword, but still hoping the
trap-door might not be discovered, Joan went down to the hall, where
another scene of terror awaited her.

Colonel James was interrogating her husband, who was standing before
the stern Republican leader with a trooper on either side of him.
Ezra, who was stationed at the foot of the staircase, allowed her to
enter the hall, but bade her hold her tongue. Colonel James was seated
near the table. His aspect was unusually severe, but William Penderel
did not quail before his menacing looks. The forester's gigantic
figure dwarfed the troopers who stood on either side of him.

"I know thou art a stubborn knave," said Colonel James; "but I will
wrest the truth from thee. I am certain that Charles Stuart is
concealed within this house, and I mean not to depart without him. But
I will not waste time in the search. Thy life is already forfeited for
thy treasonable conduct, and I should be justified in putting thee to
death; but I will spare thee, if, without more ado, the malignant
prince be delivered up to me. Nay, more, I will reward thee. Dost hear
me, sirrah?" he continued, finding that his words produced no visible
impression upon the prisoner. "I am not one to be trifled with, as
thou wilt find."

As he spoke, he arose, strode towards the prisoner, and drawing a
pistol from his belt, placed it at Penderel's head.

"Speak the truth, or thou art a dead man," he said. "Where is the
prince?"

This was too much for Joan. She could not stand by and see her husband
shot. Rushing forward, she besought the fierce Republican leader to
spare him.

"A word from thee will save his life," said Colonel James, lowering
the pistol and turning towards her.

"Woman, I forbid you to speak," said William Penderel, sternly.

"Shoot me if you will," cried Joan to the Republican leader, "I have
nothing to declare. Charles Stuart is not here."

"That is false," exclaimed Colonel James.

"Deliver him to me, or ye shall both die. Your treasonable practices
are known to me. I am aware that the fugitive prince and one of his
attendants were concealed in an oak hard by this house. Where are
they? They cannot have escaped."

"Wherefore not?" rejoined William Penderel. "If, as you assert, they
were hidden in an oak, they could not be here. Search the house, and
if you find him you seek, then put us to death."

Finding he could not intimidate the resolute forester, Colonel James
left him in charge of a couple of troopers, with orders to shoot him
if he attempted to escape, and commanded Joan to conduct him over the
house.

"If Charles Stuart be found hidden within the house, thou and thy
husband shall assuredly die," he said. "But if it be as thou
affirmest, I will spare you both."

"Where will you begin the search?" inquired Joan.

"I will leave no room unvisited," replied Colonel James. "But I will
first examine the bedchambers."

Joan's heart quaked as the stern officer marched up-stairs and
proceeded to the principal bedroom. Colonel James was astonished by
finding Madmannah standing in the midst of the room, leaning on his
pike, with the door of the secret closet wide open.

"Hast thou found the malignant prince?" he exclaimed.

"Yea, verily, colonel, I have discovered his hiding-place, as you
perceive," replied Madmannah. "There is the stool on which he
somewhile sat--there is the cup from which he drank--above all, there
is his sword. I have waited for you to make further search, that you
may have the credit of the capture. But I claim the reward."

"Thou shalt have it," replied Colonel James, stepping into the closet.

He saw at a glance that it was empty, but feeling sure there must be
some secret recess, he struck the panels on either side with the
pommel of his sword, but discovering nothing, he at last turned to
Joan, who was standing by watching his proceedings with ill-disguised
anxiety, and remarked:

"There must be a hiding-place here. Disclose it at once, or I will
cause my men to break down the panels."

Joan obeyed, drew back the sliding door, and Colonel James instantly
sprang through the aperture into the inner room.

Finding no one within it, he vented his disappointment in an angry
exclamation.

"Where is the malignant prince, woman?" he demanded, fiercely.

"Gone," she replied. "That is all I will tell you."

"Thou art deceiving me, woman," he exclaimed.

But finding threats useless, he proceeded to make a very careful
investigation of the little room in which they stood. Had he searched
the outer closet with equal strictness he must infallibly have
discovered the trap-door.

Dreadfully frightened, Joan had great difficulty in supporting
herself, and it was an inexpressible relief to her when Colonel James
strode back into the bedchamber.

"'Tis plain the malignant prince is not here, Madmannah," he said to
the trooper, who seemed greatly disappointed by the result of the
search.

"I could have sworn I heard him," said Madmannah. "But there are other
hiding-places in the house. Answer truthfully, on your life, woman,"
he added to Joan.

"I will conceal nothing," she replied, anxious to get them away.
"There is a priest's hole in the garret."

"A priest's hole!" exclaimed Colonel James. "Show it to me."

Joan took them to the garret, raised the trapdoor, and displayed the
cavity.

After peering into the hole, Colonel James ordered Madmannah, who had
followed him, to descend and examine it. Not without difficulty did
the trooper, who was rather stout, obey his leader's injunction. But
once in the hole, he found it impossible to get out, and had to take
off his breast-plate before he could be extricated from his unpleasant
position. He had found nothing, for the pallet on which Careless slept
had been removed.

Enraged at his ill-success, Colonel James then went down-stairs, and
searched the parlour, the windows of which have been described as
looking into the garden. His investigations were rewarded by the
discovery of the little altar in the oratory, and offended by the
sight of it, he caused it to be destroyed.

After this, he again tried the effect of menaces upon William
Penderel, but found the stout forester as stubborn as ever. Nothing
could be extorted from him.

At last, after a long and fruitless search, the baffled Republican
leader took his departure, and the faithful pair, who had passed an
hour of the greatest anxiety, congratulated each other on their
escape.

Not till she was quite satisfied that the troopers were gone did Joan
venture to release the king from his confinement. He had heard the
footsteps of Colonel James in the closet overhead, and thought that
the trap-door must be discovered. Had he not feared that a guard must
be stationed outside, he would have attempted to escape into the
forest.

Now that the danger was passed he laughed at it. But though he made
light of his own fears, he did not underrate the risk incurred on his
account by stout-hearted William Penderel and his devoted wife.

Later on, Trusty Dick made his appearance. It appeared that the
faithful fellow had resolved, if the king had been captured by Colonel
James, to rescue him or perish in the attempt; and with this view he
had hastily assembled his brothers--John, Humphrey, and George,
together with his brother-in-jaw, Francis Yates.

Armed with pikes and bills, they had laid in wait for the troopers,
near the house, but as the men came forth without their prey, and had
evidently failed in their design, the devoted little band separated,
and each man hurried back to his abode--George to White Ladies, John
to his little farm, Humphrey to the mill, and Francis Yates to his
cottage--rejoicing that their services had not been required.

"But before parting," said Dick, in conclusion, "we all agreed to meet
here to-night to escort your majesty to Moseley Old Hall."

From this simple statement, Charles comprehended how well he was
guarded over by these brave and loyal brothers.



Chapter 3. HOW THE KING RODE THE MILLER'S HORSE; AND HOW HE WAS
ESCORTED DURING HIS RIDE

As it was not likely, after the strict search that had just taken
place, that another visit would be paid to Boscobel by the troopers,
Charles felt quite easy, and passed the remainder of the day in
tranquil meditation.

While sitting by himself in the oak parlour, he revolved his plans for
the future, should he be happily restored to his kingdom, and formed
many noble resolutions which would have greatly elevated his character
as a sovereign if they had been carried out.

At this period of his career Charles was unspoiled, and if his higher
qualities had been called into play, and his unquestionable military
genius fully developed, he might have proved himself worthy of his
grandsire, on his mother's side, the great Henry the Fourth of France.

Above all, his heart was uncorrupted and his kindly disposition had
not hardened into selfishness. His natural gaiety never deserted him,
and his constitutional indifference to danger sustained him under the
most trying circumstances. Possible perils were never allowed to weigh
upon his mind, and in thus acting he showed true philosophy. His
unconcern astonished all who came near him, and Joan and her husband
could not sufficiently admire his liveliness of manner. Whether he was
quite so free from anxiety as he appeared may be questioned, but at
any rate he wore a very pleasant mask.

To such a point did he carry his rashness, that at the risk of being
seen by an enemy on the watch, he strolled forth into the garden, and
sat for some time in the little arbour.

As soon as it grew dusk, and they could steal through the forest
unperceived, the king's promised escort began to appear; each stout
fellow being armed with pike or bill, as he had been in the morning,
when the brave little band had resolved to effect Charles's rescue.

First to arrive was James Yates, who had married a sister of the
Penderels. The king had seen him before, as he had served under
Charles Giffard, at Worcester, and had guided the royal fugitive to
White Ladies. James Yates was stoutly made, and had a soldier-like
bearing, but he was not so largely proportioned as his brothers-in-
law. However, he was as loyal as they were, and just as ready to shed
his blood in the good cause. We grieve to say that he suffered for his
loyalty, being executed at a subsequent date at Chester. Charles was
very glad to see him, and possibly the gracious words then addressed
to him by the king may have cheered the brave fellow's latest moments.

Ere long the others arrived, and now that they were all assembled,
armed and accoutred in the best way they could, Charles thought he had
never seen a finer set of men.

"With such a body-guard I shall not fear the enemy," he said.

"Your majesty shall not be taken, while we can defend you," they cried
with one voice.

"I hope you have brought your horse for me, Humphrey?" said the king.

"Ay, sire," replied the sturdy miller. "Robin is already in the barn."

"'Tis well!" cried Charles. "Now sit down to supper, and mind me not."

The king had already supped, and supped very heartily, for his
misfortunes had not taken away his appetite, but his majesty ate
little in comparison with those who followed him.

It was wonderful to see how quickly the heaped up trenchers were
cleared, and how soon the tall tankard of ale was emptied. But the
trenchers were filled again, and so was the tall tankard, though only
to be emptied once more. Luckily, there was enough and to spare, for
Joan knew the powers of her guests, and had provided accordingly.

When the plain but plentiful repast was ended, and the horn cups were
filled for the last time, the stalwart brethren arose, and drank the
king's health and confusion to his enemies; after which, William
Penderel asked pardon for the freedom they had taken, and declared the
impulse was uncontrollable, adding that whenever it pleased his
majesty to set forth they were ready to attend him.

Charles sighed, for he was unwilling to depart.

However, there was no help. So he took leave of Dame Joan, expressing
his deep sense of the great services she and her husband had rendered
him, and promising to reward them adequately, if he should ever be
able to do so.

"I have every belief that a time will come, when I shall be able to
prove my gratitude to you, my good dame, and to your worthy husband--
indeed, to all my good friends and servants whom I see around me, and
then be sure that I will not forget you, one and all. Trust to my
royal word."

"We want no reward, my liege," said William Penderel. "What we have
done has been from pure devotion to your majesty, and from no sordid
motive."

"That is quite true," cried the others, "and we entreat your majesty
to believe what William says."

"I firmly believe it," said the king. "Loyal and disinterested you
must be, or you would never serve a fugitive king, who can reward you
only with promises. But I shall not forget your services--yours,
especially, my good dame. And now adieu," he added, taking Joan's
hand, and preventing her from making the profound obeisance she
meditated. "We shall meet again in happier days."

So saying, he quitted the house by the back door, followed by William
Penderel and his sturdy brothers and brother-in-law.

The miller's horse--a short, well set, strong animal, which in these
days would be described as a stout cob--was brought out of the barn by
his master, who held the bridle while the king mounted.

Meantime, Joan had come forth with a lantern, and its light showed a
curious scene--all the stalwart brothers, armed with their bills and
pikes, grouped around the king, who was now in the saddle--while
William Penderel was arranging the order of march.

With the king's approval, it was settled that Humphrey and John should
form the advanced guard, while the rear should be brought up by George
Penderel and Francis Yates. William and Trusty Dick were to march on
either side of his majesty, who was well pleased to have their
companionship, as they were his favourites. Till this moment Charles
had not formed an exact notion of William Penderel's height, and he
was surprised to find that the gigantic forester stood on a level with
him, though he himself was seated on the mill-horse.

Before the little band got into the order of march, William Penderel
said to his brothers, in deep impressive accents which vibrated
through the king's breast, and moved him greatly:

"His majesty needs no assurance of our fidelity. Nevertheless, since
he has deigned to choose us as his guards, let us swear by all we hold
sacred to defend him to the last, and against all odds."

"We swear it," cried the others. "We will die before harm shall befal
him."

Charles thanked them earnestly for their zeal, adding that he well
knew their oath would be kept.

The brave little band then quitted the yard in the order prescribed.

Proud of the trust reposed in them, the loyal brothers almost hoped
that their fidelity might be proved. Woe to any rebel patrol that
might attempt to stop them! In addition to their woodbills, William
and Trusty Dick had each a pistol--taken from Madmannah. But it was
not in their weapons, but in their stout hearts, and strong thews and
sinews, that Charles had the greatest reliance. Perhaps, no monarch
ever had such an escort as he now possessed in those hardy foresters.

Just as Charles rode out of the yard with a guard on either side, he
saw Dame Joan standing at the door with the lantern in her hand,
straining her eyes through the gloom, and shouted an adieu to her.
This was the last he beheld of the faithful creature.

After passing some outbuildings, the party came in front of the house,
which presented a long irregular outline. The night was not dark, for
the moon, then in its first quarter, had just risen, and its beams
illumined the gables and black and white chequer-work of the old
hunting-lodge.

Not without emotion did Charles contemplate the huge fantastic
chimney-stack, in the recesses of which he had been hidden; while the
little arbour, which next caught his eye, excited a different kind of
interest. Mentally he bade farewell to a spot which he felt would
always have interest for him. Yet strange to say, though he often
spoke of Boscobel in after times, he never revisited the house.

"Take me past the oak," he said to Trusty Dick. "I desire to see the
tree once more."

Word to this effect was given to those in advance, but they had
anticipated his majesty's wishes, and intended to take him past the
royal oak.

Shortly afterwards the party halted beside the noble tree. How
beautiful it looked at that hour! its summit silvered by the
moonlight, while a few beams found their way through openings in the
branches, and fell upon the massive stem. Charles was enchanted.

"Truly that is a royal tree!" he thought. "How majestic it looks among
the oaks that surround it, though they are all noble trees, and how it
lords it over them--like a king among his peers!" He then added aloud
to Trusty Dick, "But for you, my good friend, I should not have made
acquaintance with this grand old tree, and I should therefore have
lost some of the happiest moments of my life, for though in great
jeopardy, I was never happier than during my day's sojourn in the oak;
and if I am spared I shall ever look back to the time with
satisfaction. Farewell, old tree!" he added. "May I spend another
happy day amid thy friendly boughs!"

He then moved on, and the party took their way through a thicket,
where the moon's radiance being intercepted by the branches overhead,
it was so dark that they could not see many yards before them, and
they had to proceed with great caution--the advanced guard halting
ever and anon. But nothing occurred to cause them alarm.

At length they reached an opening in the wood, and a broad moonlit
glade lay before them, but they hesitated to cross it, and kept among
the trees; and the prudence of the step was shown a few minutes
afterwards, when a patrol, whom they must infallibly have encountered
had they gone straight on, appeared on the lawn.

The sight of the enemy aroused the choler of the loyal brothers, and
Humphrey expressed a strong desire to give the knaves a drubbing, but,
of course, he was not allowed to gratify his inclination.

There were no witnesses of the passage of the king and his companions
through the forest--but had there been, the sight would have been
worth viewing. Those dark gigantic figures indistinctly seen among the
trees looked strange and mysterious. And when the party issued forth
into some more open spot not overhung by boughs, so that the moonlight
fell upon them and cast their black shadows on the ground, they looked
still more unearthly. Despite the peril to which he was exposed, and
the many difficulties and hindrances he had to undergo, the king
enjoyed the ride. He would have enjoyed it still more if the horse he
bestrode had been less rough of motion. But his majesty's seat in the
saddle was far from easy.

At last he lost all patience, and exclaimed:

"Plague take thy horse, Humphrey! Never before was I so jolted."

But his good humour was instantly restored by the miller's ready
response.

"Generally, Robin goes well enough," said Humphrey. "But your majesty
must consider that he has now got the weight of three kingdoms on his
back."

Charles laughed, and made no further complaint



Chapter 4. WHERE THE KING FOUND JASPER

Not long afterwards, they reached Chillington Park, but they did not
enter it as Father Huddlestone and his companions had done by the
avenue gate, but at the back of the hall where the wood was thickest.

This part of the park was overrun with bushes, and it was here, in
Rock's Coppice, as it was called, that the dry pit was situated to
which Madmannah had been brought. They forced their way, not without
some difficulty, through this broad barrier of brushwood, and then a
most charming scene burst upon them for which the king was not at all
prepared--having heard no description of it.

At the bottom of a long and deep valley, which constituted the most
beautiful feature of the park, were several large pools. In later
times these pools have been thrown together so as to form an extensive
lake, which has been further embellished with a bridge, boat-houses,
and fishing-houses; but at the period of our history the valley was
left in its wild natural state, and had an air of seclusion which gave
it a charm almost as great as that possessed by the present ornamental
lake. The high banks on either side were clothed with magnificent
timber, and many trees grew so near the pools as to overshadow them.

Charles first beheld this exquisite scene from an elevation commanding
the whole length of the valley, and the numerous sheets of water
fringed by trees and glittering in the moonlight produced a truly
magical effect, that filled him with rapture.

He halted for a short time to gaze at it, and while his eye wandered
over the pool immediately beneath him he fancied he descried a boat
stealing along under the shadow of the trees on the further side of
the pool, and pointed out the object to Trusty Dick, who was standing
beside him.

"Your majesty is right," said Dick. "'Tis the fishing-boat belonging
to the pool. I know it well--having often used it. There is only one
person in it now--and that person, unless I am very much mistaken, is
no other than the page Jasper. How say'st thou, William?" he added,
appealing to his elder brother.

"I am of the same opinion," replied William. "I believe it to be
Jasper."

"Oddsfish! this is strange!" exclaimed the king; "give him a signal
that we are here."

Upon this, Trusty Dick descended the bank, and approaching the margin
of the pool, gave a loud whistle.

The signal did not require to be repeated. In another moment the boat
was seen to cross the pool, and now that the bright moonlight fell
upon it there could be no doubt that its occupant was Jasper.

A few strokes of the oar brought the page to the spot where Trusty
Dick was standing, and with very little delay they mounted the hank
together, and came to the king.

"How is it that I find you here?" cried Charles. "Are you alone?"

"Quite alone, sire," replied Jasper. "Major Careless and Father
Huddlestone have left me. But your majesty shall hear what has
happened. Having been told that Colonel James and his troopers had
left Chillington House, we were foolish enough to go thither, and
found it in a terrible state, everything knocked to pieces by the
rebel soldiers. While Major Careless and the priest went up-stairs to
see what further damage had been done, I remained below, and being
tired, presently fell asleep on a bench in the hall.

"I was awakened by a great noise in front of the house, and your
majesty may conceive my fright when I found that a small detachment of
troopers had just arrived. At this moment, I heard Major Careless call
me, and not knowing what to do ran up the great staircase, but could
find no one. Listening, I heard that the troopers had come in, so I
did not dare to go down, but hid myself in a closet, and did not quit
it for some time, when finding all quiet, I stole forth, and descended
by a back staircase. But this very nearly led to my capture, for some
of the troopers were in the kitchen. Fortunately, they were eating and
drinking at the time, and did not perceive me, so I hastily retreated
and went upstairs again as quietly as I could.

"After this narrow escape I did not dare to make another attempt at
flight, but wandered about among the deserted rooms during the rest of
the day. Though I was tired to death of my confinement, I was not
troubled by the troopers, for none of them came up-stairs, though I
could hear them moving about below.

"At length, to my great delight, it began to grow dark, and I hoped my
hour of deliverance was at hand. Taking every precaution, I once more
descended the back staircase, and approached the kitchen. No one was
there. But the troopers had only just left, for I heard them ride out
of the court-yard. On the table were the remains of their repast, and
your majesty will not wonder that I picked up all the fragments I
could find when you consider that I had eaten nothing since I left
Boscobel in the morning."

"I fear you made a very scanty meal," said Charles, compassionately.

"No, indeed, my liege, I got quite enough, and having satisfied my
appetite, I quitted the house at the back, and very soon gained the
park. Being totally unacquainted with the place I knew not which way
to shape my course, and was afraid of losing myself, but I had heard
Father Huddlestone say that your majesty and your escort would be sure
to pass through this part of the park, so I determined to hook out for
you.

"When I left Chillington House it was almost dark, but the moon had
now risen, and revealed all the beauties of the scene. I wandered on
insensibly till I came to this valley, when my further progress was
checked by the pool, and I should have turned back had I not
discovered a boat moored to the bank. I immediately availed myself of
this mode of crossing, but I had only just got into the boat and begun
to use the oars, when I heard sounds on the opposite bank that
convinced me some persons were there. I hoped it might be your majesty
and your attendants, but not feeling quite sure, I thought it best to
keep in the shade lest I might be caught in a trap. Your majesty knows
the rest, and I have only to beg pardon for my long and tedious
narration."

"You have had adventures enough to-day to last you your life," laughed
Charles. "But we must not stop here longer. Get up behind me. My horse
is somewhat rough, but he is strong enough to carry double."

"He has carried honest Humphrey and Mistress Jane Lane, so I think he
will be able to carry me," replied Jasper.

And assisted by Trusty Dick, he sprang up behind the king. Robin's
broad back afforded a very comfortable seat, and the page held on
securely by the king's girdle.

Once more in motion, the little band, which had now got a slight
addition to its numbers, took its way through the woods that hemmed in
the long valley. Frequent glimpses were caught of the shining pools as
they passed along, and so beautiful was this part of the park, that it
was not without regret that Charles quitted it.

The park being enclosed by high pales, they had to make for a gate,
and the nearest place of exit being on the Codsall side, they
proceeded in that direction, and soon issued forth on a wide heath,
which spread out for several miles.

The district that now lay before them was rendered exceedingly
picturesque by its undulating surface, and by the patches of gorse
that covered it. Here and there arose a knoll crowned with trees. On
the right the heath extended to the little village of Codsall, but on
this side, there was more wood. Before them, and reaching almost as
far as Pendeford, whither they were bound, was a broad uncultivated
tract, almost destitute of trees, yet not without a charm of its own.

Viewed, indeed, on a moonlight night like this, when its harsher
features were subdued, and its beauties heightened, the heath
presented a very lovely picture.

The night, however, was much too bright and fine for the king's
escort, who would have preferred a sky covered with heavy black
clouds, and not a star visible. They consulted together for a few
moments in a low tone, but did not communicate their fears to the
king.

"Your attendants do not like crossing this moonlight heath, my liege,"
whispered the page.

"So I perceive," rejoined Charles. "Hark ye, my friends," he added to
his guard; "we shall be very much exposed methinks, on this heath. Is
there no other road?"

"None, my liege, without going too far about;" rejoined William
Penderel. "Yon clump of trees is our mark," he added, pointing to a
distant eminence. "Those trees are not far from Moseley Old Hall.
Heaven grant we may get there in safety!"

They then set off across the heath, and the stalwart brothers marched
on as blithely as if they had felt no apprehension. Charles, too,
appeared unconcerned, though it may be doubted whether he was not more
uneasy than his guards; but the page gazed timorously around,
expecting every instant to behold a party of the enemy start up from
the furze bushes.



Chapter 5. BY WHAT DEVICE THE KING ESCAPED BEING CAPTURED BY COLONEL
ASHENHURST

If the king and his escort formed a very striking picture while
involved in the forest, the little band looked infinitely more
picturesque as they wended their way across the heath. They had begun
to dismiss their fears, when, on a sudden, the greatest consternation
was caused by the appearance of a detachment of troopers advancing
towards them.

The detachment, which seemed to consist of about a dozen men, with an
officer at their head, was about half a mile off, and had hitherto
been concealed from view by the inequality of the ground. It was now
in full sight, and it became clear from the accelerated pace of the
enemy that they themselves were perceived.

What was to be done? Retreat was out of the question, for they were
certain to be pursued and captured. They must prove their valour in
the defence of the king.

At this anxious moment the ready-witted page called out:

"Fighting is useless against such odds. We must resort to stratagem.
Listen to me, loyal foresters. For a short time you must become
rascally Roundheads. Pretend you have taken a couple of prisoners--the
prisoners to be represented by his majesty and myself. Furthermore,
give it out that we are both badly wounded. Do you understand?"

"We understand well enough," replied Trusty Dick, "and 'tis to be
hoped the rogues will believe we are brother rogues, and let us pass.
After all, we can but fight it out. But what says your majesty?"

"I like the plan," said the king. "With a little management I doubt
not we shall be able to impose upon the rascals. But we must lose no
time in preparation. This morning my nose bled profusely. I looked
upon it then as a bad omen, but now I regard the matter differently."

And as he spoke, he bound his bloodstained kerchief round his brows,
so as to give himself the appearance of a wounded man.

Jasper at the same time tied a kerchief round his left arm, and both
put on the appearance of great exhaustion--Charles allowing his head
to droop upon his breast.

"Now march on boldly, brothers," said the elder Penderel. "All will
depend upon our firmness."

As they went on, William and Trusty Dick kept close to the supposed
prisoners.

Presently the detachment came up. Drawing up his men so as to bar the
way, the officer called out in a loud authoritative voice:

"Halt! and give an account of yourselves. Are you good and true men?"

"Good and true men, and friends of the Commonwealth," replied John
Penderel, boldly. "Heaven pardon me for the lie," he muttered.

"So far well," said the officer. "But who have you got with you on
horseback?"

"A wounded malignant and his servant, who is likewise wounded,"
replied Humphrey. "The Cavalier is disguised in the garb of a
forester, as you see, but he could not 'scape us."

"Where are you conveying the prisoners?" demanded the officer.

"We are taking them to Codsall, and shall deliver them to Colonel
Ashenhurst."

"I am Colonel Ashenhurst," replied the officer.

Taken aback by the answer, the sturdy miller did not know what to say.
But William Penderel came to his relief.

"Shall we deliver the prisoners to you here, colonel?" he said, "or
shall we take them on to Codsall? Since we have come thus far, it
matters not if we go a little further. We have been to Chillington
House, but did not find Colonel James there."

"Colonel James hath just changed his quarters, and is gone to
Brewood," replied Ashenhurst. "Is the chief prisoner badly hurt?"

"He is wounded in the head," rejoined William Penderel. "I do not
think he can live long."

"Nay, then, take him and his attendant to Codsall," said Colonel
Ashenhurst. "I have other business on hand, and do not desire to go
back. I trust to make an important capture before morn. A couple of my
men shall go with you, if you desire it, but I cannot very well spare
them."

"I thank your honour--but we do not require them," replied William
Penderel.

"You will find a physician at Codsall, who will attend to the wounded
malignant," continued Colonel Ashenhurst.

"I don't think any physician will do him much good," said Humphrey,
unable to resist the jest. "Your honour is scarcely likely to find
him--alive, I mean--on your return."

Colonel Ashenhurst did not hear the remark. He had no suspicion
whatever of the trick played him, and ordered his men to ride on,
gladdening the hearts of the stalwart brothers by his departure.

"I owe my preservation to you, Jasper," said Charles, as he removed
the kerchief from his brow.

"Ay, but for this stratagem your majesty might have been captured,"
remarked Trusty Dick. "I tremble to think of it."

"You have something more to do, Dick," said Jasper. "You must invent
some probable story to account for your not delivering the prisoners
at Codsall."

"True," cried Charles. "I fear you may suffer on my account."

"Think not of us," said Trusty Dick. "We must take our chance. 'Tis
sufficient that your majesty has escaped."

The road to Codsall lay on the right, but Charles and his companions
had no intention of taking it, even as a feint, for Colonel Ashenhurst
and his troop were already out of sight. Though anticipating no
further danger, they quickened their pace, and soon reached Long
Birch.

The portion of the heath they now entered on was wilder than that
which they had previously traversed, but there was a tolerably good
road across it, and this eventually brought them to the banks of the
little river Penk.

About half a mile lower down, this stream turned a mill, and the party
now proceeded in that direction, it having been previously arranged
that the king should dismount at Pendeford Mill, as it was called, and
perform the rest of the journey on foot, and attended only by half his
escort, so that his arrival at Moseley Old Hall might not be
discovered.

As he was here obliged to part with Jasper, Humphrey Penderel
undertook to find the page a secure place of refuge at the mill.

"I know Timothy Croft, the miller, and his wife to be good, honest
folks," said Humphrey. "The youth will be perfectly safe with them."

"I will tell Major Careless where he may find thee," said the king to
Jasper, "and no doubt thou wilt see him ere long. Thou hast done me
good service, and I shall not be unmindful of it. Adieu."

He then gave him his hand, and the page pressed it devotedly to his
lips.

The three persons chosen to attend the king were William, Trusty Dick,
and John, and having bidden a kindly farewell to the others, his
majesty set off with his guard.

He had not gone far, however, when, turning his head, he saw those he
had left standing together, and looking very sad, whereupon he hurried
back, and said a few more gracious words to them. His majesty felt
that he could not sufficiently thank the brave men who had hazarded
their lives for him without fee or reward.

Moseley Old Hall was about two miles from Pendeford Mill, and the
heath having been left behind since they had crossed the Penk, the
whole aspect of the country had changed, and the road led through
narrow green lanes shaded with trees.

Now and then they passed a quiet homestead, surrounded by orchards, or
a cottage, and occasionally heard the barking of a dog, but with these
exceptions the whole region seemed buried in slumber.

At length, after a quick walk of rather more than half an hour, they
came in sight of an ancient mansion, somewhat resembling Boscobel, but
larger and loftier, and far more imposing in appearance.



Chapter 6. HOW THE KING BADE FAREWELL TO THE PENDERELS; AND HOW HIS
MAJESTY WAS RECEIVED BY MR. THOMAS WHITGREAVE OF MOSELEY OLD HALL

Moseley Old Hall, which we rejoice to say belongs to a direct
descendant of the zealous Roman Catholic gentleman who owned it at the
period of our story, is one of those charming and picturesque black
and white houses that date back to the middle of the sixteenth
century, when our old English architecture was in its perfection, and
delights the eye with its irregular frontage, its numerous gables, bay
windows, projections, and huge stacks of chimneys.

Even now there is an air of seclusion about Moseley Old Hall, but at
the period of which we treat, it was almost surrounded by trees, and
though there were one or two habitations near it--much nearer than its
owner liked--it had a look of extreme privacy.

The house was large, and contained numerous apartments of all sizes.
Indeed, it contained some rooms that were never seen by all its
inmates, though it was whispered about among the servants that there
were closed up passages leading no one knew whither--perhaps to
vaults, secret chambers, and secret closets.

These rumours were not altogether unfounded. Like their friends and
neighbours the Giffards, the Whitgreaves had adhered firmly to the old
religion, and, like them, had found it necessary to contrive hiding-
places for priests and recusants. Many such existed at Moseley Old
Hall, and some are still extant.

Descended from an ancient Staffordshire family, who had dwelt at
Burton, Thomas Whitgreave, owner of Moseley Old Hall, in 1651, had
served during the early part of the Civil Wars under Captain Thomas
Giffard, and had distinguished himself for his bravery; but having
received a severe wound, from which he was some time in recovering, he
retired to his old family mansion, and took no further part in the
struggle. Still, his zeal for the cause of monarchy was ardent as
ever, and his sympathies being entirely for the young king, he was
deeply afflicted by the disastrous result of the Battle of Worcester.

Thomas Whitgreave was still young--at all events, he was not more than
thirty-five--tall, and handsome, with a grave but kindly expression of
countenance. At the time he received the king, he was unmarried, but
his mother, a remarkable old lady, resided with him. Mrs. Whitgreave
was as staunch a Royalist as her son, and daily invoked Heaven's
vengeance upon the regicide Cromwell.

Mr. Whitgreave kept up a good establishment, though not a large
retinue of servants. His domestic chaplain was Father Huddlestone, and
he behaved with the greatest consideration to the good priest, not
only assigning him rooms for study and devotion, but allowing him to
take, a couple of pupils. Father Huddlestone was very useful in the
house, and, without being meddlesome, exercised a beneficial influence
over the family. Mrs. Whitgreave was a devotee, and as scrupulous in
the performance of her religious duties as if she had belonged to a
convent. A chaplain, therefore, was a necessity to her, and no one
could have better discharged the sacred office than Father
Huddlestone. Not only did the good priest improve the household by his
councils, but his society was extremely agreeable to the master of the
house.

Such was the constitution of Moseley Old Hall at the time when the
fugitive king was received within it.

Among the Roman Catholic gentry of the period, all of whom were
Royalists, there was necessarily a good deal of private communication,
conducted chiefly through the medium of the priests. Thus secret
intelligence was conveyed to Father Huddlestone of the king's arrival
at White Ladies, and it was through Father Huddlestone that John
Penderel was enabled to secure a place of refuge for Lord Wilmot. It
was from the same quarter that the fugitive king's movements were
first made known to the good priest and his patron.

Every preparation had been made at Moseley Old Hall so that the king
could be got into the house secretly.

It being now past midnight, all the servants had long since retired to
rest. Four persons only were on the alert. These were Lord Wilmot, who
remained in his bedchamber; Father Huddlestone, who was stationed in a
close, called the Moore, adjoining the mansion; Mr. Whitgreave, who
had repaired to another close, called Allport's Leasow, and concealed
himself in a dry pit, covered with trees; and Major Careless, who was
watching for the king and his companions at the entrance of a long
lime-tree walk that led to the ancient mansion.

Careless had to wait there more than an hour, but at length was
rewarded by the appearance of the party, and satisfied that he could
not be mistaken, went forth to meet them.

A cordial greeting passed between Charles and his favourite, and the
latter heartily congratulated his majesty on his safe arrival.

"I had begun to feel somewhat uneasy," he said. "But I knew your
majesty was well guarded."

"Truly, I have been well guarded," said Charles, looking gratefully at
his attendants. "But thou wilt be astonished to hear that we have had
an encounter with Colonel Ashenhurst. We owe our escape to a device of
that clever little page, Jasper."

"What do I hear?" cried Careless. "Has your majesty seen Jasper?"

"I have only just parted with him," replied Charles. "Nay, do not
trouble yourself. He is safe enough. I left him at Pendeford Mill."

"This is good news, indeed!" cried Careless, joyfully.

"I knew it would delight thee," said Charles, smiling. "But let us to
the house. Art thou appointed to do the honours?"

"Mr. Whitgreave is at hand," replied Careless. "If your majesty will
be pleased to walk on a little further, I will present him to you. You
will find him a most excellent host."

They then marched quickly along the lime-tree walk, until they came to
the close which we have said was designated Allport's Leasow.

Here Careless gave the signal agreed upon, and Mr. Whitgreave, who had
passed a very anxious hour in the dry pit, immediately issued forth
from it.

"Do not present him," said the king, in a low voice, as his host
approached. "I should like to see whether he will recognise me."

For a moment or two, Mr. Whitgreave was perplexed.

With the exception of Careless all the group were habited alike in
foresters' attire, but the stalwart Penderels were not to be mistaken,
so after a second survey Mr. Whitgreave no longer hesitated, but threw
himself at the feet of the right person, exclaiming:

"This, I am certain, is my royal master."

"You are right, Mr. Whitgreave," rejoined Charles, giving him his hand
to kiss. "But oddsfish! I should not have been offended if you had not
known me in this garb--though I cannot be ashamed of it, since it is
worn by such brave and faithful fellows as these, who have protected
me at the hazard of their lives. May I never want such defenders as
you and your brothers!" he added, to William Penderel.

"We have simply done our duty, my liege," replied William.

"If others do their duty as well, I shall have reason to be thankful,"
said Charles, earnestly. "Mr. Whitgreave," he added, "you will excuse
me, but since I must now part with these faithful men, I must tell
them what I feel in your hearing--and in your hearing too, father," he
continued, as the good priest, who having become aware of the king's
arrival, had come up. "To all the brothers Penderel I owe much, but to
the courage and fidelity of William and Trusty Dick I undoubtedly owe
my preservation. Let what I now say be remembered, and repeated to me
hereafter, should the great services they have rendered me be
inadequately requited when I have the power to requite them. Farewell,
my good and faithful friends!" he continued, with an emotion that he
did not seek to repress. "Farewell!"

"Must we quit you, my liege?" cried Trusty Dick. "We will quit our
homes and all dear to us to follow your majesty's fortunes."

"It cannot be," rejoined Charles. "I am fully sensible of your
devotion, but we must part. You would only be a hindrance to me.
Farewell! Farewell!"

And he stretched out his hand, which the stalwart brothers seized and
pressed to their lips.

"Mr. Whitgreave," he added, "you will take care of these brave men."

"They shall have the best the buttery can afford, my liege," replied
Whitgreave. "And I will attend to them myself, as I must needs do,
seeing that all my servants are abed. Father Huddlestone will conduct
your majesty to the house."

Bestowing a last look at the three stalwart brothers, who seemed
greatly dejected, Charles, accompanied by Careless, followed Father
Huddlestone to the house.

Entering at the rear of the mansion, Father Huddlestone took the king
and Careless up a back staircase with cautious steps, and as they
neared the summit they perceived a dark figure retreating noiselessly
down a passage.

Aware that this was Lord Wilmot, Charles kept silence till he had
entered his lordship's room, which was situated at the end of the
passage, and he then gave utterance to his satisfaction.

Lord Wilmot, as the reader is aware, was a special favourite of the
king, and his majesty had more dependence upon him than upon any one
else, save Careless. Lord Wilmot must not be confounded with his son,
the dissolute Earl of Rochester, who figured some years afterwards at
the court of the Merry Monarch. A brave, chivalrous nobleman, he was
able to act as a sort of Mentor to the king.

Lord Wilmot had, in fact, belonged to the court of Charles I., and had
acquired the grave manners of that period. Tall and strongly built, he
had handsome, expressive features. The Earl of Rochester, as is well
known, could successfully counterfeit any part he pleased, but he did
not inherit his talent any more than his vices from his father, who
could never be prevailed upon to assume a disguise, declaring that, if
he did so, he should infallibly be found out.

Seeing that the king looked much fatigued with his journey, Lord
Wilmot besought him to postpone all conversation till he had taken
some refreshment, and opening a cupboard his lordship produced some
cakes and a flask of canary.

Charles sat down, and emptying a goblet of generous wine, insisted
upon all the others following his example, and while they were doing
so a gentle tap was heard at the door, which was opened by Father
Huddlestone, and Mr. Whitgreave came in.

"What of my faithful attendants--the Penderels?" cried the king. "Have
they been well cared for? Pardon the question, Mr. Whitgreave. I am
sure they have."

"They are gone, my liege," replied Whitgreave. "And I must say that I
never saw men more grieved to part with a master than these loyal-
hearted fellows are to quit your majesty."

"Say you sooth?" cried Charles.

"Your majesty shall judge," replied Whitgreave. "I took them to the
buttery, where I have often seen each and all of them make a hearty
meal, and where there was plenty of cold meat, and bade them fall to
and spare not. They declined. And when I pressed them further, saying
they would discredit my house if they went away without supper, they
said they had no appetite. 'No appetite!' I exclaimed. 'How is this?'
But I soon found out what was the matter. Each honest heart was full,
and wanted relief. A single morsel of meat would have choked any one
of them. However, they drank a cup of ale to your majesty's health."

"And they are gone?" cried Charles. "I should have liked to see their
honest faces once more."

"Your majesty knows where to find them should you again require their
services," said Mr. Whitgreave. "And I am sure nothing will delight
them more than to have another opportunity of proving their fidelity."

But circumstances, as will be seen as we proceed with our narrative,
did not allow Charles to employ any one of the stalwart brothers
again.

Their part in our story is played. Yet before dismissing them, we
would express our genuine admiration of the loyal men we have
endeavoured to depict. In describing them we have not gone beyond the
truth; nor endowed them with heroic qualities they did not possess.
The Penderel brothers were men of unwavering loyalty, brave as
faithful, and possessed of such extraordinary strength as rendered
them truly formidable antagonists. Fortunately, they were not called
upon to display their valour in action. Had they been required to
defend the king from an attack during the nocturnal ride from Boscobel
to Moseley Old Hall, which we have just described, it is certain they
would have done tremendous execution upon his foes, and have delivered
him, or died in his defence. That their loyal hearts could not harbour
a thought of treason, or quail before peril, we have shown. Their
devotion to the fugitive monarch, and the important services they
rendered him in his hour of need, have gained them a page in England's
history. Very pleasant has it been to chronicle their actions, and we
part from them with regret.



Chapter 7. HOW THE KING WAS PRESENTED TO MRS. WHITGREAVE

Though the night was now far spent, and he had undergone great
fatigue, Charles felt so happy in the society of Lord Wilmot and the
others, that he was unwilling to retire to rest, and remained for some
time in conversation with the party. Not before three o'clock in the
morning, did he ask his host where he was to sleep.

Mr. Whitgreave conducted him to a large chamber panelled with black
oak, in which stood an old-fashioned bedstead, with heavy furniture,
and a carved canopy almost touching the ceiling.

While looking at this large comfortable bed, Charles feared Mr.
Whitgreave would tell him that his safety demanded that he should
sleep in some secret closet; but no such suggestion was made.

"I am delighted with my room," said the king to his host; "but where
are the hiding-places? I should like to see them, in case an emergency
should arise."

"I intended to show them to you to-morrow, my liege," replied Mr.
Whitgreave. "But you shall see them at once."

With this he led the king along a narrow passage to another chamber,
in which there was a small bed.

"This is my room," said Careless, who accompanied them. "But I am
quite ready to give it up to your majesty, should you prefer it to the
large oak chamber you have just seen."

"I have no such desire," rejoined Charles.

"Wait till you have seen the arrangements, my liege," said Careless.

"This room has a false floor, my liege," he said, "and beneath is a
narrow passage leading to the ground floor by the brewhouse chimney.
But this I will more fully explain to your majesty on the morrow."

"Enough," replied Charles. "I am quite content with what I have seen.
I shall now sleep soundly."

He then returned to the oak chamber, and his recent privations made
him greatly enjoy the luxury of the large and comfortable bed.

Every possible precaution was taken by Mr. Whitgreave and Father
Huddlestone to prevent any of the household from obtaining sight of
the king. The servants were given to understand that a fugitive
Cavalier had arrived at the house during the night, and was lodged in
the oak bedchamber, but they believed him to be a relative of their
master, and had no suspicion whatever of the truth.

Charles slept very soundly in his large and comfortable bed, and when
he awoke he found Careless watching beside him. After the customary
morning salutations had passed between them, Careless pointed to a
rich velvet suit spread out on a fauteuil, and said:

"I pray your majesty to look at these habiliments. Your worthy host
hopes you will deign to wear them during your stay at Moseley Hall."

"Faith! I am infinitely obliged by the attention," replied Charles.
"Pray is Mr. Whitgreave married?"

"Not yet, sire," replied Careless. "But his mother resides with him,
and Father Huddlestone tells me the old lady is wonderfully anxious to
be presented to your majesty."

"Oddsfish! she must be content to see me in my peasant's costume,"
said Charles. "Had she been young and fair I might have put on that
rich suit to please her. I shall only require some clean linen."

"A shirt is already provided for you, sire, as you perceive," replied
Careless.

"'Sdeath! I can never wear that fine shirt," cried Charles. "The laced
ruffles would betray me at once."

"Well, here is a country noggen shirt, with coarse hosen to match. Do
they please you, sire?"

"The noggen shirt and rough hose will suit me exactly," said the king.
"As a punishment for tempting me with fine linen, thou shalt help to
resume my disguise."

"Willingly, sire. I am here for the purpose of helping you to make
your toilette."

Once more habited in his forester's dress, to which he had now become
accustomed, Charles was cautiously conducted by Careless to the
library, where he found Lord Wilmot, with his host and Father
Huddlestone.

His majesty was received with more ceremony than he liked, and he put
an end to it by sitting down to the breakfast prepared for him, and
begging the others to join him. They excused themselves, alleging that
they had already breakfasted, but Careless having no such excuse to
offer, obeyed without the slightest hesitation. The king, however,
could not prevent his host and Father Huddlestone from serving him.

Charles was in very good spirits, chatted familiarly with every one
present, and seemed to make light of all difficulties and dangers. Mr.
Whitgreave was quite surprised by his cheerfulness, and could not help
expressing admiration at the manner in which his majesty bore his
misfortunes.

"I never suffer myself to be cast down," said the king. "And I have
hitherto found my courage rise in proportion to the dangers by which I
have been surrounded."

"With the spirit you possess, my liege, and with Heaven's support,"
observed Father Huddlestone, who was standing by, "you cannot fail to
overcome all difficulties, and must regain the throne."

"I trust your prediction will be fulfilled, father," replied Charles.
"I can afford to wait. After the failure of my great enterprise,
nothing more can be done in England at present. Another army cannot be
raised. My object, as you are aware, is to reach the coast and embark
for France. But I am environed by enemies."

"This reminds me, sire," said Whitgreave, "that my mother has just
received a message, brought by a faithful emissary from Bentley House,
which it may import you to hear, as I think it concerns your majesty."

"I must chide you for not presenting your mother to me ere this, Mr.
Whitgreave," said Charles. "It will delight me to see her."

"The omission shall be repaired at once, sire," replied Whitgreave.

Making an obeisance, he quitted the library, and presently returned
with a tall elderly dame, who had still to some extent preserved her
good looks.

Mr. Whitgreave led his mother by the hand towards the king, who
saluted her very graciously and prevented her from kneeling, telling
her with many kind expressions how much he was indebted to her son for
receiving him at this perilous juncture.

"Ah, sire," she exclaimed, "my son and myself are only too proud to
receive you, and would sacrifice our lives to accomplish your
deliverance. Jane Lane, who is devoted to your majesty, and whom I
love dearly as a daughter, has just sent a message to me to say that
her brother has obtained a pass from Captain Stone, governor of
Stafford, for herself and a groom to go into the west."

And she paused.

"Well, madam, what more?" asked Charles.

"I scarcely dare venture to propose that your majesty should perform
the part of a groom, yet seeing you in this garb--"

"Hesitate not to make the suggestion, madam," interrupted the king.
"So far from regarding it as a degradation, I shall be delighted to
act as Jane Lane's groom. The proposal meets my wishes exactly, and
seems to offer me the chance I so eagerly desire of reaching the
coast. What sort of person is Captain Stone?"

"A fierce Parliamentarian," replied Whitgreave. "I have reason to
remember him. At the conclusion of the Civil Wars he came hither in
quest of me, and searched the house most rigorously. But I had taken
refuge in one of the hiding-places, and escaped his vigilance."

"The circumstance you mention not only illustrates Captain Stone's
character, but proves the security of the hiding-place," observed
Charles. He then turned to Lord Wilmot, and said, "It strikes me very
forcibly, Wilmot, that this pass must have been procured for you."

"Very likely, Colonel Lane obtained it for me," was the reply. "But I
gladly resign it to your majesty."

"Nay, I cannot take your place," said the king.

"You will deeply hurt me by a refusal, sire," said Lord Wilmot. "And
now a word to you, Mr. Whitgreave, and I beg your particular attention
to what I am about to say. Should any search be made by the rebels for
the king while I am in your house, I desire that I may be given up, in
order to divert them from his majesty."

"I have not been consulted, Mr. Whitgreave," said Charles. "And I
peremptorily forbid you to act as directed by Lord Wilmot. Let no more
be said on the subject."

Mr. Whitgreave bowed.

At this juncture, Mrs. Whitgreave, fancying she might be in the way,
craved permission to retire, and made a profound obeisance to the
king, who conducted her to the door.



Chapter 8. HOW TWO SPIES CAME BY NIGHT TO MOSELEY OLD HALL

"I have a suggestion to make, my liege," said Lord Wilmot, as Charles
came back. "On consideration, I think it will be best that I should
proceed to Bentley House at once. There I can be of use to your
majesty, whereas my presence here rather tends to imperil you. Major
Careless can accompany me, if he pleases, and return to let you know
when Mistress Jane Lane is ready to set forth on her journey."

"Good," replied the king. "Does Lord Wilmot's proposition meet with
your approval?" he added to Careless.

"Perfectly," was the reply. "If your majesty can dispense with my
personal services during your sojourn here, I think I can be better
employed in acting as a messenger. If I should unluckily fall into the
enemy's hands, they will get little out of me. Moreover, if the rogues
should get on your track, I will engage to mislead them."

"I have every reliance upon thee," said Charles. "But, faith! I shall
be sorry to lose thee."

Almost immediately after the conference just described, his majesty
repaired with his attendants to the room above the porch, the latticed
windows of which commanded the approach to the house, and of course a
sharp look out was kept, but the only persons who came near the place
were some wounded soldiers, one of whom Charles recognised as
belonging to his own guard, and it distressed him exceedingly that he
could not speak with the poor fellow. Mr. Whitgreave, however, and
Father Huddlestone gave the men relief, but did not dare to invite
them into the house.

About this time Careless disappeared, and was not seen again for two
or three hours. When an opportunity occurred, the king questioned him
as to the cause of his absence, and Careless owned that he had been at
Pendeford Mill, but had not seen Jasper. The page was gone. He had
departed early in the morning, the miller said, without mentioning
whither he was going.

"You need not be uneasy about him," remarked Charles with a laugh. "He
is born under a lucky star, and like myself, as I hope and believe,
will escape his enemies. Very probably, you will hear of him at
Bentley House."

Careless thought so too, and though disappointed, did not allow
himself to be cast down.

No troopers were seen that day, but Careless was able to account for
their non-appearance, Croft, the miller, having informed him that the
patrols had gone in a different direction, and he added a distressing
piece of intelligence, to the effect that Colonel Ashenhurst had paid
a visit to Boscobel House, and allowed his men to plunder it.

The king, with Lord Wilmot and Careless, dined in the library, where
they were less liable to observation than they would have been in any
other room. No servants were present, and Mr. Whitgreave and Father
Huddlestone again waited on his majesty.

As soon as the household had retired to rest, Lord Wilmot and Careless
took leave of the king, and were conducted by Father Huddlestone to
the close called Allport's Leasow, where they found Mr. Whitgreave
with a couple of steeds, ready saddled and bridled.

Mounting without a moment's loss of time, they bade him and Father
Huddlestone good night, and rode off very quietly, till they were far
enough from the house, as they judged, to accelerate their pace with
safety. They then galloped off in the direction of Bentley House.

After their departure the king remained for some time alone in the
room over the porch. Not daring to burn a light, he could not read,
and having no inclination for slumber, he was obliged to occupy
himself with his own thoughts, and having much to meditate upon, he
fell into a deep reverie.

At last he roused himself, and finding that the moon had arisen in the
interim, moved towards the lattice window, and gazed at the lovely
scene without.

Seen by moonlight, the picturesque old mansion had a most charming
effect, but only certain portions of it were visible from the
projecting window at which he stood, and he had surveyed with
admiration all that came within his ken, when his eye was caught by a
glittering steel cap which could just be seen above the garden wall.

A mounted trooper, it appeared, had raised himself in the saddle, and
was peering inquisitively at the house.

More careful examination showed the king that the trooper had a
comrade with him, the latter being on foot, and armed with a carabine.

Even at that distance, and by that light, Charles recognised the
foremost trooper. The man's features were too marked to be mistaken;
and, besides, circumstances had fixed them on his memory. It was
Madmannah. And Charles did not for a moment doubt that the other was
Ezra. Like bloodhounds these two men seemed ever on his track, and the
dread that they might hunt him down at last, for a moment shook him.

At this moment the door was softly opened, and Father Huddlestone came
in.

"I came to warn your majesty," he said. "But I find you have
discovered those two spies."

"Yes, I see them plainly enough," replied the king. "And I can tell
you something about them, father, that you would hardly guess. Those
are the two rogues who tried to capture me in the oak."

"Is it possible, sire?" exclaimed the priest. "They will fail as they
did then. The saints who have your majesty in their guard will thwart
their evil designs. Mr. Whitgreave, being somewhat fatigued, has
retired to rest. But he bade me call him on the instant if any danger
threatened. I will do so now."

"Stay an instant, father," said the king. "I am unwilling to disturb
him without cause. I think those two spies are only reconnoitring the
house, and do not design to attempt an entrance now."

"Oh! the treacherous villains!" cried Father Huddlestone. "Were I to
point them out to my patron, he would fire upon them and destroy
them."

"Then do not wake him," said Charles. "I see no cause for
apprehension. Look! they are marching off."

"Truly, they are moving, sire, but they have not finished their
survey. Having examined the front, they are going to the back of the
house."

"You are right, father," replied Charles.




Book the fifth: Jane Lane.



Chapter 1. BY WHOM THE TWO SPIES WERE PUT TO FLIGHT

In order that they might watch the proceedings of the two spies,
Father Huddlestone took the king to his own room, the windows of which
commanded the rear of the house. For a few minutes nothing could be
seen of the troopers, and the watchers began to think they must have
departed, when the two men were observed creeping stealthily past the
outbuildings on the left. Both being on foot, it seemed clear that
they designed to enter the house.

Becoming seriously alarmed, Father Huddlestone besought the king to
retire to his hiding-place, while he himself called up Mr. Whitgreave,
when the clatter of horses' hoofs was heard rapidly approaching, and
almost immediately afterwards Charles and his companion perceived two
horsemen enter the close known as Allport's Leasow.

As a matter of course, the arrival of the horsemen had been heard by
the troopers as well as by the king and his companion, and alarmed by
the untoward circumstance, the Roundheads abandoned their design upon
the house, and hurriedly made for the spot where Madmannah had tied up
his horse. This was a gate opening upon the close, but before they
could reach it, they were confronted by the horsemen, who drew their
swords, and prepared to attack them, thus clearly proving themselves
to be Royalists.

As an answer to this threat of the Cavaliers, Ezra discharged his
carabine at the foremost of them, but evidently without effect, for
the individual he had aimed at uttered a fierce exclamation, and would
certainly have cut down the trooper, if the gate had not hindered him,
and during the time required to force it open, Ezra had made good his
retreat. Nor did Madmannah stand his ground. When his comrade took to
his heels, he fled likewise, and they both sought refuge in the grove
that skirted the close. Here they were quickly pursued by the
Cavaliers, who did not rest till they had driven them away from the
house, Madmannah's horse being seized upon as lawful spoil by the
victors.

Charles and Father Huddlestone were still standing at the window
looking out upon the scene, though all those engaged in the conflict
had disappeared, when Mr. Whitgreave, who had been roused by the
report of the carabine, entered the room, and learnt what had
occurred.

"Who can those Cavaliers be?" inquired the king. "'Tis strange they
should have arrived so opportunely."

"Perhaps Major Careless has returned, my liege, and has brought
Colonel Lane with him," observed Mr. Whitgreave. "No other persons
would be likely to come here to-night. I will go forth and see."

Mr. Whitgreave's conjecture proved correct. By the time he reached the
close, Careless and Colonel Lane had returned to it, and they then
explained that they had come to conduct the king to Bentley House.

"I do not think his majesty could safely remain here another day, Mr.
Whitgreave," said Colonel Lane. "I have been given to understand that
Captain Stone, the governor of Stafford Castle, intends to search this
house to-morrow, and to bring Southall, the redoubted priest-catcher,
with him. It seems quite certain that, in some way or other, the king
has been tracked to Moseley Hall, and I am therefore of opinion that
he ought to change his quarters without delay."

"I do not believe that even Southall will discover the hiding-places
in my house," rejoined Whitgreave. "Still, the king ought not to be
exposed to any risk that can be avoided; and if you are prepared to
receive him at Bentley House, I think he had best go there to-night.
At all events, after what you tell me of Captain Stone's threatened
visit, I should not dare to oppose the plan."

Mr. Whitgreave then returned to the house, and told the king what he
had seen and heard.

"Your two faithful adherents are waiting to take you hence, sire," he
said. "Colonel Lane affirms," he added, with a sigh, "that my house is
no longer a safe place of refuge for your majesty, and though I cannot
agree with him, I will not urge you to stay."

"I did not expect this sudden summons, I confess, Mr. Whitgreave,"
rejoined the king; "and I need not say it is far from agreeable to me.
But I have no option. From the appearance of those two spies I am
convinced that my retreat has been discovered, and if Colonel Lane had
not come for me, I should have deemed it prudent to leave before
daybreak. I hope you will not suffer for the devotion you have shown
me. But I shall ever remain your debtor." Then, turning to Father
Huddlestone, he added, "it might be enough for me to tell you that I
shall always think the better of your religion since I have seen how
well you practise it, but when I reflect on the many good and faithful
subjects you have brought me in these evil times, when almost every
hand is raised against me, I feel that I should be ungrateful if I did
not say how deeply I am beholden to you. You have made the Penderels
what they are, and what I have found them--the truest men living."

"Through Heaven's grace I have made them what they ought to be, my
liege," said Father Huddlestone. "I have always striven against those
who have sought to overthrow the throne. It is possible that Heaven
may have further trials in store for your majesty, to which I
earnestly exhort you to submit with patience, but I feel assured that
in due season you will be amply rewarded. Place your trust in Heaven,
sire, and you will be delivered from your enemies. It may be long ere
you regain your kingdom, but the day will come--provided you are true
to Heaven. Forsake not God, and you shall not be forsaken!"

Charles remained silent for a few moments, and then said in a low
tone:

"I will strive to follow your counsel, father."

The king was still pondering on what had been said to him, when Mrs.
Whitgreave, bearing a taper, entered the room. Robed in white, and
looking excessively pale, she looked like an apparition.

Advancing to meet her, Charles said:

"I should have been sorry to quit Moseley Hall without bidding you
adieu, madam, but I trust you have not been disturbed from your
slumbers on my account."

"I keep long vigils, sire, and often pass the greater part of the
night in prayer," she replied. "When my son tapped at my door just now
to inform me that your majesty was about to depart, I was praying for
your safety."

"I thank you, madam," replied the king, much moved. "The prayers of so
excellent a lady must avail me."

"If I live to see your majesty restored to your kingdom, I shall have
lived long enough. Here is a little relic," she said, offering him a
small silver box. "I dare say your majesty has no faith in such
things--nevertheless, I pray you to wear it."

At first, the party proceeded at a foot's pace, and they had not gone
far, when the king halted for a moment to gaze at the old mansion,
which was seen to the greatest advantage on that bright moonlight
night. It looked so hushed in repose that no one would have dreamed
that its quietude could have been recently disturbed.

But Charles was not allowed to indulge his meditations long. Colonel
Lane was impatient to be gone, and after another look at the
picturesque old mansion, the king was obliged to bid farewell to
Moseley Hall.



Chapter 2. HOW THE KING ARRIVED AT BENTLEY HOUSE

The night was so enchanting, that although the king was not without
apprehensions of a chance encounter with the enemy, he greatly enjoyed
his ride. Moreover, he was very well pleased with the trooper's horse
on which he was mounted.

Colonel Lane acted as leader of the party, and took them across a
common, now known as Cooke's Gorse, past Essington Mill, and then over
another common to Allen's Rough. More heath still lay before them, and
having traversed a very wild district, they reached an extensive
coppice, which formed part of Colonel Lane's own estate. During the
whole ride, they had scarcely seen a habitation, and had not
encountered a single individual. Deeming the danger over, Colonel Lane
slackened his pace, and began to converse with the king, telling his
majesty that he thought his horse had gone remarkably well.

"I think so too, colonel," replied Charles. "What is more, I am of
opinion that this is not the first time I have ridden him."

"Indeed, sire!" exclaimed Colonel Lane, in surprise.

"Unless I am greatly mistaken, this is the very horse I rode from
Worcester to White Ladies. I know his action. How say you, Careless?"

"It certainly did not occur to me before, my liege," replied Careless.
"But now I look at the horse more closely I believe your majesty is
right."

"You will be able to settle the question, Colonel Lane," observed
Charles. "I gave the Worcester horse to you at White Ladies. What
became of him afterwards?"

"I lost him in the fight near Newport, where Lord Derby was worsted by
Lilburn and Colonel James. Possibly he may have fallen into the hands
of one of the troopers."

"It must be so," exclaimed Charles. "Oddsfish! 'tis a strange
circumstance. Now that I have got the horse again, I will not part
with him if I can help it."

"Doubtless, he is well worth keeping," observed Careless; "but he may
be recognised by the rascally trooper, and the discovery would
endanger your majesty."

"The risk is so slight that I shall not heed it," said Charles.

Passing through the coppice they soon afterwards entered a park, in
the midst of which stood Bentley House.

This fine old mansion has been since pulled down, and replaced by a
modern structure, which, though handsome and commodious, does not of
course possess the historic interest of the earlier building. With its
ornamented gables, projections, and large windows, Bentley House
presented a very imposing front, but it was at the back that the party
arrived, and as they rode into the court-yard, a faithful groom, who
was waiting for his master's return, came forth from the stables with
a lantern and took charge of the horses. Whatever he thought, this
trusty fellow manifested no surprise that the colonel and Careless
should have a common woodman in their company.

"My man, Lutwyche, thinks you are a fugitive Cavalier, sire," remarked
Colonel Lane. "He is thoroughly honest and loyal, but I do not mean to
trust him with the great secret. Thank Heaven I have brought your
majesty here in safety, and I trust no harm will befal you while you
are my guest. You may sleep soundly, for I shall remain on guard
during the remainder of the night. It distresses me that I am obliged
to offer you such poor accommodation, but if a larger room were
assigned you suspicion would be excited. At any rate, you will be more
comfortably lodged than in the secret closet at Boscobel House."

"Pray make no apologies, colonel," said Charles. "The size of the room
is a matter of perfect indifference to me. Put me where you please."

Entering by the back door, they then proceeded to Colonel Lane's
study, where they found Lord Wilmot, who was delighted to see the
king, and congratulated him on his safe arrival. Being much fatigued,
Charles begged to be conducted to his room without delay; whereupon
Colonel Lane, with a thousand apologies, took him to a small chamber
at the top of the house. Small as it was, the couch appeared extremely
comfortable to the wearied monarch, who sank into a deep, unbroken
slumber, from which he was aroused by Careless. Fain would he have
slept a few hours longer; but that was quite impossible, as Careless
informed him.

"It appears to me," said Careless, seating himself at the king's
bedside, "that your majesty does not exactly comprehend what you will
have to do, and I think I had better explain matters to you. In the
first place, Mistress Jane Lane sets out early this morning on the
pretext of a visit to her relatives the Nortons, of Abbots Leigh, and
you will attend her in the capacity of groom."

"But Abbots Leigh is near Bristol," said the king. "She cannot
possibly get there to-day."

"She has no such intention," replied Careless. "She will proceed first
to Packington Hall, where a halt will be made for an hour or so. Sir
Clement Fisher has been apprised of the visit, and will be prepared
for your majesty's reception."

"Good," said the king, "I shall be glad to see Sir Clement. But where
am I to rest for the night?"

"At Long Marston, near Stratford-on-Avon, the residence of Mr. Tombs,
who is a near relative of the Lanes, and a staunch adherent of your
majesty."

"Mr. Tombs is a true man--of that I am quite sure," rejoined Charles.
"I shall be quite content to stay at his house."

"Your majesty, I think, understands that Mistress Jane Lane has got a
pass for herself and her servant?"

"Yes. I am to be her groom. I quite understand it. Did you imagine I
could have any disinclination for the part, after all I have gone
through? I shall be delighted to act as groom to so charming a person
as Jane Lane."

"Then I may as well state, without further preamble, that I have
brought your majesty a costume suitable to the part you will have to
enact--grey doublet and hose, as you will see. The garments were made
for Colonel Lane's groom, Lutwyche--but I am sure they will fit you.
Here are boots and a hat to complete the disguise. The arrangement
appears to me extremely pleasant, and I should be very happy to take
your majesty's place, if I were permitted."

"Are you to be left behind with Lord Wilmot?" asked the king.

"No, sire;" replied Careless. "His lordship and myself will attend
you--but at a respectful distance. You will be accompanied by Mr. and
Mrs. Petre. Mrs. Petre, I must inform your majesty, is Jane Lane's
sister. It is proper you should know that neither Mrs. Petre nor her
husband have the slightest idea that they will have the honour of
attending upon your majesty."

The king then arose, and assisted by Careless, put on the suit of dark
grey cloth provided for him. When he was fully equipped, he said to
Careless:

"How think you, Will? Shall I pass muster? Do I look like a groom?"

"Your appearance is all that can be desired, my liege," replied
Careless. "But you must take care not to betray yourself by any
inadvertence. Come down to the stables with me, and I will get
Lutwyche to give you some instructions in the part you will have to
play."

"Oddsfish! I flatter myself I can groom a horse," cried Charles. "'Tis
true I have not had much practice."

"You will be none the worse for a lesson, my liege," said Careless.
"This woodman's garb must not be seen," he added, putting the disguise
abandoned by Charles into a small valise, which he had brought with
him. "I must needs ask your majesty to carry this portmanteau. And
please to bear in mind, that you are now Will Jones, the son of one of
Colonel Lane's tenants."

He then left the room, but had not taken many steps down the
staircase, when he called out in a loud voice.

"Art thou coming, Will? Never was there so lazy a rascal."

"I am quite ready, your honour," replied Charles, following with the
portmanteau.



Chapter 3. HOW WILL JONES FOUND A FRIEND IN THE STABLE

As they passed through the back part of the house on the way to the
stables, they met two or three women-servants, who glanced
inquisitively at the new groom, and thought him a good-looking young
fellow. In the court-yard they found Colonel Lane and Lord Wilmot. The
former was talking with his head falconer, Randal Gates, and telling
him that he should require the hawks and spaniels after breakfast.

"I mean to give this gentleman, Mr. Harris," he said, glancing at Lord
Wilmot, "a little sport. My sister is going to Long Marston, and we
will ride with her as far as Packington Hall."

"The hawks and spaniels shall be ready for you, colonel, whenever you
require them, and as there are plenty of partridges in the corn-
fields, I make no doubt you will be able to show Mr. Harris some good
sport."

The falconer then retired, and Colonel Lane turned to bid Careless
good morning--glancing significantly at the same time at the king, who
stood respectfully aside with his cap in his hand.

"Maybe you don't know me, colonel," said Charles, with an awkward bow.

"Oh! yes, I know thee well enough, Will," replied Colonel Lane. "Thou
art David Jones's son, and my sister's new groom. I hope thou wilt
serve her well. Put down thy portmanteau and come with me to the
stables."

Charles obeyed, and followed Colonel Lane and the others to the
stables, which were very large, but there were not many horses in the
stalls. Lutwyche came forward as his master entered with the others.
He stared when he saw the king in his groom's attire, and a cunning
smile lighted up his hard features.

"This is Will Jones, my sister's new groom, Lutwyche," said the
colonel. "Explain to him what he will have to do."

"I should guess he has not had much experience, colonel," replied the
old groom with a grin. "Mistress Jane, I understand, is going to
Bristol, but she has not yet told me which horse she will ride. Her
favourite steed has not been right since she returned from Worcester.
She can't take him. The horse that came in last night is strong enough
to carry double, and I think would do very well."

"Ay, he is a good horse," replied the colonel, in a doubtful tone.
"But there are some objections to him."

"I don't see 'em," said the groom. "I wish your honour would just look
at him. I fancy he did some hard work yesterday, but he seems quite
fresh this morning."

The whole party then went to look at the horse, and he certainly
seemed to deserve the groom's praises.

As Charles went into the stall and patted him, the horse turned round
and whinnied gently, as if in recognition.

"He knows you, Will Jones," remarked Lutwyche.

"Ay, that's plain enough," replied the king. Then turning to Colonel
Lane, he added, "Your honour seems to have some objections to this
horse, or I would make bold to recommend him for the journey. Were I
allowed the choice, I should prefer him to any other horse in the
stable."

"Well, since you like him so much, Will, e'en take him," said the
colonel. "My sister ought to have been consulted on the point, but I
have no doubt she will be content."

"Here comes the fair lady herself," cried Lord Wilmot, as Jane entered
the stable.

While saluting the rest of the party, she looked round for the king,
and discovering him, greeted him with a smile.

Charles then came out of the stall, and making a rustic bow, inquired
whether she had any commands for him.

"I am glad to find thou hast arrived safely, Will," she said. "But I
have no special orders to give thee, except that thou must be ready to
start soon after breakfast."

"I shall be ready at any moment you may require me," replied Charles.

"Will this horse suit you, Jane?" asked her brother.

"Perfectly," she replied. "I have been admiring him ever since I came
into the stable. Since I cannot have my favourite steed, this will
make an excellent substitute. Where did you procure him?"

"Never mind where I got him," replied her brother. "I rode him at
Newport, and lost him there, but he has since been captured from a
Roundhead trooper, who might recognise him."

After consulting the king by a glance, Jane said, "I will have that
horse, and no other."

Colonel Lane shrugged his shoulders and went out of the stables,
followed by the others.

As soon as they were gone, Lutwyche said to the king:

"I don't want to know who you are, but I am certain you are not a
groom. Go into the house and breakfast comfortably. I will get all
ready for the journey."

Charles thanked him heartily, and telling him he placed entire faith
in him, quitted the stable, and proceeded to the house.



Chapter 4. HOW WILL JONES BREAKFASTED WITH THE MEN-SERVANTS IN THE
BUTTERY

Entering the buttery hatch, the king found the men-servants assembled
at their morning meal. They were breakfasting very substantially on
cold roast beef and ale. Concluding that he was the new groom, they
asked him to join them, and Mr. March, the butler, who sat at the head
of the table, and was treated with much respect by the others, carved
him some slices of meat, and bade him fill his cup freely from the big
brown jug before him.

"You will find the ale good in this house, young man, I'll warrant
you," observed Mr. March, whose stout person showed that he drank
plenty of it himself. "We brew no small beer here. You are lucky in
getting the place, let me tell you--all the more lucky that our young
lady never before had a groom to attend her."

"That's very true, Mr. March," said one of the men. "Mistress Jane
would never ride on a pillion with old Lutwyche. This young man may
therefore consider himself highly honoured."

"Will Jones I believe is your name," said the butler. "Well, then,
Will, you look like an honest young man--a simple young man, I may
say--but you may be a very great rogue for all that." Here there was a
general laugh, in which Charles himself joined good humouredly. "Nay,
I mean no offence," pursued Mr. March. "I repeat, you look like an
honest young man, but you may be a Roundhead, and all Roundheads are
rogues. Am I not right?" he cried to the others.

General assent to the proposition.

"You see what sort of society you are in, young man, and can draw your
own conclusions," pursued the butler. "There may be good fellowship
amongst us, or there may not, according as we find you. What are your
principles--Royalist or Republican?"

"I am as staunch a Royalist as yourself, Mr. March," rejoined Charles,
sturdily.

"Give me your hand. Now that we know your principles, we can trust
you, and talk freely. This is a Royalist house. All within it are
sworn to the king. Our honoured master, the colonel, fought for his
majesty at Worcester, and we should have fought for him had we been
there. Our young mistress rendered the king great service."

"Ay, that she did," cried Charles, earnestly--"services he ought never
to forget."

"Ay, she's a brave young lady," said March, "and has more spirit in
her than many a man. If the king could be saved by a woman, Mistress
Jane is the one to do it."

"What has become of the king since Worcester fight?" inquired the
supposed groom.

"Thou canst keep a secret, Will Jones? ha!"

"Ay, marry, can I," was the answer.

"But swear thou wilt not reveal what I shall disclose to thee."

"If an oath be necessary, I swear to keep silence."

"Then learn that his sacred majesty is in this house. He came here
yesterday. I recognised him at once, and let him see that I did so."

"Did he admit his high rank?"

"Not exactly--but he didn't deny it. Thou thyself hast seen him and
conversed with him!"

Will Jones expressed his astonishment.

"Yes, he went with thee to the stables this morning."

"Was that the king?" cried Will Jones. "I should never have thought
it."

"Wherefore not? Undoubtedly the person in question is much handsomer
than his majesty is reported, for the Roundheads always paint him in
black colours--but 'tis the king I will maintain."

At this moment Careless entered the buttery, and looked around as if
in quest of some one.

"'Tis he!" exclaimed the butler, rising.

All the other servants rose at the same time, but Will Jones went on
quietly with his breakfast.

"Get up," said March, in a low tone. "I tell thee 'tis the king."

"I am not supposed to know him," replied Will Jones.

"Don't disturb yourselves, I beg," said Careless. "When thou hast
finished breakfast, Will, I want to speak to thee."

"I shall have done directly," rejoined the disguised groom, regardless
of the butler's glances.

"Was there ever such an oaf!" cried March, in a low voice. "Has your
majesty any commands that I can execute?" he added, stepping forward,
and making a profound obeisance to Careless.

"Hush!" exclaimed the other. "You will betray me."

"No fear of Will Jones, my liege," rejoined March. "A dolt, but
trusty. Your majesty may take him into your confidence."

"He knows who I am, then?" said Careless.

"He does, my liege. I made the revelation to him under a solemn pledge
of secrecy. I hope I have not done wrong."

"If a mistake has been made, 'tis too late now to remedy it," said
Careless.

"No harm has been done, I can assure your majesty. I'll answer for the
young man. Will Jones!" he cried, authoritatively, "dost not perceive
that thou art wanted?"

But the obstinate groom refused to move.

"Let him finish his breakfast, and then send him after me to the
stables," said Careless, quitting the buttery.

"Is this thy respect for the king, sirrah!" cried March, rushing to
the table, and snatching away the plate which the supposed Will Jones
had just filled. "Not another mouthful shalt thou eat. After his
majesty at once, and crave pardon for thy ill manners."

"He has interfered with my breakfast," grumbled Will Jones.

"Interfered with thee! Thou hast eaten too much already. Begone!"

But the imperturbable Will Jones deliberately filled a horn cup with
ale, emptied it, and then marched off, leaving the butler and the
other servants perfectly astounded at his coolness.



Chapter 5. HOW THEY SET OUT ON THE JOURNEY

About half an hour afterwards, Charles, fully equipped for the
journey, rode round from the stables to the front of the house. He was
mounted on the horse about which there had been so much discussion,
and had a pillion behind him, and a musket at the saddle-bow. He was
accompanied by Lutwyche, who was likewise mounted on a "double horse,"
intended for Mr. Petre and his wife.

It may be incidentally remarked that this sociable and agreeable mode
of travelling was customary at the time, and continued to be common
enough in certain parts of the country up to the close of the last
century, and even later.

Having arrived in the middle of the night, Charles had scarcely seen
the old mansion, but while waiting with Lutwyche for the coming forth
of the party, he had an opportunity of examining it, and was much
struck with its aspect. Ordinarily, it must be owned the house had a
somewhat gloomy look, but it was seen to peculiar advantage on that
bright and cheerful September morning, and Charles thought he could
have passed a few days there very pleasantly, if his enemies would
have allowed him.

He was still surveying the house, noting its picturesque outline of
gables, when the front door was thrown open by March, the butler, and
several persons issued forth. Foremost among them was Mr. Petre, a
stout, hearty country gentleman, with nothing very remarkable about
him. Mr. Petre was of a good Buckinghamshire family, and was married,
as we have already intimated, to Jane Lane's elder sister. He was
closely followed by his wife, who possessed considerable personal
attractions, and behind Mrs. Petre came Jane Lane and her mother. Mrs.
Lane was a sister of Sir Hervey Bagot, of Blithfield, and a very fine
old gentlewoman.

The horses were now led to the door, and Mr. and Mrs. Petre having
mounted, the king's turn came. He was not very successful in his first
essay, and got sharply reprimanded for his awkwardness by Mrs. Lane.
Totally unacquainted with the real rank of the supposed groom, the old
lady had regarded him curiously, and was quite puzzled by his
appearance and manner. She felt sure he did not understand his work,
and wondered that Colonel Lane should engage such a man. But when Will
Jones in assisting his young mistress to mount her horse, despite all
hints given him, offered her the wrong hand, the old lady could no
longer contain herself, but called out:

"Why, how now, thou clumsy fellow! Art thou such a blockhead as not to
know thy right hand from the left? Thou art not fit for thy place."

"Chide him not, dear mother," said Jane. "He has had but little
experience."

"So it would appear," replied the old lady, dryly.

"Excuse me, madam, I hope to do better in time," said Charles,
modestly. "I shall use my best endeavours to please my young
mistress."

And as he spoke he sprang into the saddle with a grace and quickness
that surprised the old lady.

"By my troth, now that he has taken his seat on horseback, the fellow
looks like a Cavalier," remarked Mr. Petre to his wife.

"Yes; he may not understand the duties of a groom--but he sits a horse
well--that's certain," replied Mrs. Petre.

At this juncture, a large party appeared at the other end of the
terrace. Colonel Lane came from the stables accompanied by Lord Wilmot
and Careless, and followed by Randal, the head falconer, bearing on
his wrist a hawk in her hood and bewits. With Randal were two other
falconers, one of whom was furnished with a hoop on which two or three
hawks were perched, while the other had a hawking-pole and a couple of
spaniels in leash.

Of course, Colonel Lane and his friends were on horseback, and the
whole party, viewed in connexion with the old mansion, formed a
cheerful picture, which the king contemplated with undisguised
pleasure.

"Methinks Will Jones would prefer joining that hawking-party to riding
out with me," remarked Jane, in a low voice.

Charles sighed, but made no other response.

At this moment Colonel Lane rode up to Mr. Petre, and said:

"Pray don't wait for us. We shall come on slowly, for we may chance on
a heron in the park, and we are certain to find plenty of partridges
in the corn-fields. We shall always be in your rear as a guard, and if
we don't overtake you before, we shall find you at Packington Hall,
where you will halt for a couple of hours."

Colonel Lane then rode up to Charles, and said, in a significant tone:

"Should anything happen on the road, Will, turn back and thou wilt
find us."

Charles promised obedience, and doffing his cap to Mrs. Lane, who was
exchanging adieux with Mr. Petre and his wife, rode on. Colonel Lane
and his party did not follow them for some minutes, and by that time
those in advance had nearly reached the gates of the park.

On gaining the high road to Darlaston and Wednesbury, the horsemen
proceeded side by side, in order that the ladies might converse
together, and Jane did not seem to feel the king's presence as a
restraint, for she chatted very pleasantly with her sister. Charles,
of course, took no part in the conversation, and never spoke unless
addressed, but he was amused by what he heard. Mrs. Petre talked about
the events at Worcester, and wished to have a particular description
of the king from her sister.

"I have already described him to you," said Jane.

"Yes, you told me he did not realise the notions you had formed of
him; that his manner was somewhat light and reckless; and that he
wanted the gravity and dignity of his father."

"You must have misunderstood me," observed Jane, uneasily. "I said he
had many royal and noble qualities."

"But you added that he rarely displayed them."

"If I said so, I did him an injustice. I never think of his majesty--
never speak of him, save with enthusiasm."

"Colonel Lane is equally enthusiastic," remarked Mr. Petre. "In his
eyes the king has not a fault."

"He is a brave and chivalrous monarch," cried Jane, "and deserves far
greater success than he has obtained."

"I am sure I should know the king were I to see him," observed Mr.
Petre. "Colonel Lane has often described him to me as tall and well-
made but harsh-featured, and dark as a gipsy."

"Why that description would exactly apply to Will Jones," said Mrs.
Petre.

"So it would," remarked her husband, laughing heartily.

Having passed through Wednesbury, they were now on the road to
Birmingham, but not desiring to enter the latter town, they soon
struck off into a by-road, which led them through a very beautiful
country, where one large park succeeded another and the only houses
that came in sight were large and important. Most of the persons who
resided in these old mansions were friends of the Lanes, but Jane and
her sister called upon none of them, but pursued their journey for
nearly three hours without halt of any kind.

Hitherto they had encountered no obstacle of any kind, and Charles,
though he ran the greatest risk, enjoyed the ride far more than any
one else in the party. Without addressing him, Jane contrived to give
him such information as she thought would be interesting, and whenever
they skirted a large park, or came in sight of an ancient mansion, she
mentioned the name of the owner.

Mrs. Petre was lively and chatty, but her husband was full of secret
anxiety, being apprehensive, as we have said, of au encounter with
Roundhead troopers. This anxiety was entirely on his own account, for
he had no suspicion of the important charge committed to him. Had he
been consulted, we fear he would have shrunk from such a heavy
responsibility.



Chapter 6. WHAT PASSED BETWEEN WILL JONES AND THE BLACKSMITH

They were now in the fair county of Warwick, and only a few miles from
Packington Hall, the seat of Sir Clement Fisher. Crowning an eminence,
said to be as high as any ground in England, this fine old mansion
commanded a magnificent prospect over a most lovely country. From its
elevated position, the stately pile could be descried afar, and on
learning to whom it belonged, Charles regarded the house with great
interest, and was well pleased by reflection that Jane might one day
become its mistress. The mansion was embosomed in a grove haunted by
rooks, and the park contained much noble timber.

Suddenly Mr. Petre called out to the supposed groom:

"Why, Will, thy horse has cast a shoe. Luckily, we are near a village,
where thou wilt be sure to find a blacksmith."

Presently they came to a pretty little inn, very pleasantly situated
on the outskirts of the village, and having a large tree in front of
it, encircled by a bench. Here the party alighted, and Mr. Petre
ordered a pottle of sack, while Charles took his horse to the smithy,
which was at no great distance from the inn. Bryan Compton, the smith,
was a big, burly fellow, with a broad honest face begrimed by smoke.
His brawny arms were bared to the shoulder, and a leather apron was
tied round his waist. Pleased by his physiognomy, Charles took it into
his head that the man must be a Royalist, but in this he was mistaken.
The blacksmith proved to be a sturdy, outspoken Republican.

Not happening to be busy at the time, Bryan set to work at once, and
having selected an iron plate, was heating it in his forge, when
Charles asked him.

"What news?"

"Nay, I ought to ask you that question," rejoined Bryan. "We hear but
little in this retired village, and I reckon it would be no news to
you to learn that that harebrained Charles Stuart has been routed at
Worcester. He deserved to be beaten if only for bringing the Scots to
England."

"You are right," said Charles, "and I think he must have found out his
mistake. It seems the Scots wouldn't stand by him."

"Stand by him! not they! They soon ran away from Old Noll. I hope
they're all driven out of the country."

"But I've heard say there were many English nobles and gentlemen with
Charles Stuart," remarked the king. "Have any of them been taken?"

"Not that I know of," replied the smith. "There's one person I should
like to capture," he added, working away vigorously at the bellows.

"Ah! who's he?" inquired the supposed groom.

"Charles Stuart himself," rejoined the smith, placing the red-hot iron
on the anvil and making the sparks fly about, as he hammered it into
shape. "I wish I had the chance of taking him--ha! ha! But he's not
likely to come this way." Then resting for a moment, he asked, "Where
do you come from, friend--and where may you be going?"

"I come from Bentley House with my young mistress, and am taking her
to Packington Hall," replied Charles, readily.

"Why, then, you must be Mistress Jane Lane's groom," observed the
smith. "The gossip hereabouts is that Sir Clement Fisher is betrothed
to her. But I don't think the marriage will take place just yet."

"Wherefore not?" inquired the king.

"Because Sir Clement has got himself into trouble by his foolish
adherence to Charles Stuart. He is sure to be heavily fined, if not
imprisoned. Why, you look confounded, young man. Hold up your horse's
foot while I clap on the shoe."

Charles complied, and nothing more passed between them until the smith
had completed his job, when he remarked:

"This is a good horse of yours, friend. He would go a long way without
tiring."

"Yes, I have ridden him a good many miles at a stretch," rejoined
Charles.

"Perchance from Worcester to Bentley House?" remarked the smith, with
a knowing look.

"Not quite so far as that," replied the king.

"Nay, I don't wish to appear inquisitive," said the smith. "I've heard
that Colonel Lane was at Worcester, and I thought you might have been
there with him."

"I am Mistress Jane Lane's servant, as I have already told you," said
Charles.

"Mistress Jane was at Worcester as well as her brother, unless I have
been misinformed," rejoined the smith.

Charles made no answer, but paid for the shoe, and departed.

"There's something odd about that young man," mused the smith, looking
after him. "I should like to have questioned him a little more.
However, I shan't forget him or his horse."



Chapter 7. HOW THEY WERE RECEIVED AT PACKINGTON HALL

Meanwhile, Colonel Lane and his two companions had come up, and when
Charles got back to the little inn, he found them seated on the bench
beneath the tree. After enjoying half an hour's good sport, they had
sent back the falconers with a few brace of partridges. Colonel Lane
filled a cup of sack for the king, who took it with a grateful bow as
beseemed the character he represented. Before they set off again,
Careless contrived to exchange a few words in private with his
majesty.

On quitting the village, the party entered the extensive and beautiful
domains belonging to Packington Hall. The park contained a great deal
of fine timber, and several large sheets of water could be descried
through the trees, contributing greatly to its beauty. The charm of
the prospect was also heightened by the picturesque inequalities of
the ground--the uplands being crowned by trees. From all these heights
enchanting prospects could be obtained. The old mansion towards which
they were riding was frequently lost to view, owing to the
intervention of the trees, but reappeared with additional effect.

The party were within half a mile of the house, which was then in full
view, when they were met by Sir Clement Fisher, who had been anxiously
expecting their arrival.

Sir Clement looked somewhat depressed, but gave a warm welcome to his
friends, and conducted them to the house.

With a special view to the king's convenience, the party alighted in
the court-yard, and Sir Clement contrived that his majesty should be
relieved from any duties in the stable, and taken at once to the
buttery. It was excessively annoying to the loyal young baronet that
he could not attend to the king in person--but that was impossible.
Even with his other guests great caution was observed--Major
Careless's name was never mentioned, and Lord Wilmot's real rank was
concealed from the servants.

Dinner was served in the great hall immediately after the arrival of
the party. Circumstances seeming to necessitate a slight alteration in
the plans, it was now arranged that Colonel Lane, with Lord Wilmot and
Careless, should stay where they were, while the others proceeded, as
before settled, to Long Marston, in order to pass the night there.

Before Jane's departure an interview took place between her and her
suitor. They had walked to a retired part of the garden, but for some
minutes each remained silent. At length Sir Clement, looking at her
earnestly, said, "I know the courage of your nature, Jane, and I will
not, therefore, attempt to disguise from you the perilous position in
which I am placed. Had all gone well, I hoped to have made you
mistress of this house; but now you may never be mine."

"Do you say this to try me, Sir Clement?" she exclaimed, turning very
pale.

"Alas, there is no exaggeration in what I am saying to you," he
rejoined. "Before you return I may be a prisoner in Warwick Castle."

"If you deem yourself in such great danger, why do you not fly?" she
cried.

"No; I will stand my ground," he rejoined. "Those who come to arrest
me shall find me here. I am prepared to die for the cause I have
espoused."

"Oh! do not talk thus, dear Sir Clement," she exclaimed. "You give me
credit for far more fortitude than I really possess. Again, I entreat
you to fly."

"My resolution is taken," he rejoined firmly, but sadly. "But I wished
to acquaint you with it, that you may judge me rightly. Our union may
be deferred for years, or it may never take place; but I regard you as
my wife."

"And if I wed not you, Sir Clement, be sure I will wed no other," she
rejoined. "I will not break my plighted troth. We must bear these
heavy trials with resignation, and perhaps we may be the better for
them in the end. Our affection will be severely tested, but my
feelings will undergo no change."

"Nor will mine," he added, taking her hand, and pressing it
affectionately to his lips. "Jane," he added, in accents that bespoke
his sincerity, "you are a noble girl. I always thought you so; but now
more than ever. Some men, incapable of estimating your character,
might be jealous of the devotion you display to the king, but I have
no such feeling. On the contrary, it excites my highest admiration.
Nay, I think I should not love you so well, were you less loyal."

"Hear, also, the truth from me, Sir Clement," cried Jane, in a tone of
exaltation; "I could but have loved you as I do, had you not been true
to the king. That you would approve my conduct I never doubted,
because you know my feelings, and can appreciate them; but I have also
the approval of my own heart, for I am sure I am acting rightly. This
firm conviction will sustain me through any trials that may be
reserved for me. I am vowed to one object--the king's deliverance from
his enemies. If I can accomplish it, I shall be content. Devoted
loyalty like mine is perfectly compatible with love, for, though I am
engrossed by it at present, it does not exclude the deeper feeling. Do
you understand me?"

"Perfectly," he replied, clasping her to his breast. "You are my own
Jane. Go on with your task. You are destined to be the king's
preserver."

"I firmly believe so," cried a well-known voice that somewhat startled
them at first, for they had not heard the approach of the speaker. It
was the king, who had come to seek Jane, and had overheard the latter
part of their discourse.

"I firmly believe you are destined to be my preserver, Jane," he said,
stepping forward.

"I am not sorry that your majesty has heard the expression of my
opinions," said Sir Clement. "Jane is free to act as she will, and I
have no control over her; but had she been my wife, I should have
charged her to act as she is doing."

"You will not repent your confidence in her, nor your reliance on me,
Sir Clement," said Charles, with dignity. "All our difficulties will
be overcome in time, and then you will have the best wife in England.
Nay, be not cast down. 'Tis written that you shall be Jane Lane's
husband. 'Tis written, also, that Jane shall be mistress of Packington
Hall; for should you be deprived of it, you shall have the house back
again if I come to the throne."

"Sire, after your gracious promise to me, I can no longer feel
uneasiness," cried Sir Clement, shaking off the gloom that had
hitherto oppressed him.

"As your groom," said Charles, bowing to Jane, "I come to inform you
that Mr. and Mrs. Petre are already mounted, and waiting for you in
the court-yard. Your own steed is ready."

Having delivered this message, he again bowed, and left the lovers
together.

They followed him almost immediately to the court-yard, where the rest
of the party were assembled.

After some consultation with his friends, the king had determined to
prosecute that day's journey without any additional attendance.
Careless would fain have gone on to Stratford-on-Avon, but his royal
master would not permit him, deeming it safer to proceed in this quiet
manner than with an attendance liable to attract attention, and that
might cause them to be stopped. It was therefore agreed that Lord
Wilmot and Careless should follow their royal master next day. This
could easily be done, as they knew the precise route he intended to
take. Colonel Lane, not being required, was to remain at Packington
Hall.

A tender parting between the lovers took place at the park-gates,
which Charles from his proximity was obliged to witness.

The party, comprehending the same persons as heretofore, rode on in
silence, and Charles fancied he saw tears stealing down Jane's cheeks;
but she chased them away, and soon afterwards recovered her composure,
and forced herself to enter into conversation with her sister and Mr.
Petre.

Their road led them through beautiful country, and the contemplation
of this charming scenery tended to tranquilise her mind. Sometimes
they mounted a gentle hill which gave them an extensive view over
wide-spread open fields, through which a river took its course,
fertilising the district, and adding greatly to its beauty. Several
mansions came within their ken; but the most picturesque feature of
the scene was an old castle standing on the banks of the river. The
view was so delightful that the party stopped for a few minutes to
admire it.

As a scene that could not be beheld elsewhere than in England, it had
a special charm for the king, who gazed at it with undisguised
rapture. Chancing to look at him at the moment, Mr. Petre was struck
by the singular expression of his countenance.

"You seem to be greatly pleased by the prospect, Will," he cried.
"Have you never beheld it before?"

Charles made no reply, and Jane touched his arm to recall him to his
senses.

"Mr. Petre asks if you have ever beheld this view before," she said.

The supposed groom begged pardon, and said:

"I was looking at yon old castle, and thinking I should like to have
it, with a few guns and a dozen artillerymen."

"Why, what wouldst thou do with the castle, Will?"

"Hold it against Cromwell and the rebels," was the reply.

"Heaven help thee for a fool, Will!" cried Mr. Petre, laughing. "Thou
wouldst fare no better than the king fared at Worcester."



Chapter 8. HOW THEY WERE STOPPED BY THE TROOPERS AT WOOTTON WAWEN

Once more the party were in motion, and they now proceeded along a
road skirted by high hedges, that for a time shut out the view of the
broad well-cultivated meadows on either side. For the most part, the
persons they encountered on their way were husbandmen and common folk.
Carts were frequently to be seen, and now and then a waggon with its
team of strong horses. Occasionally they met a farmer and his wife on
a "double horse," but none of the gentry of the neighbourhood. The
latter evidently deemed it prudent to keep at home. Mr. Petre often
pulled up to have a word with the husbandmen, and their talk was
generally concerning the battle of Worcester. Many sympathised with
the king for his misfortunes, and expressed concern at his defeat; but
all blamed him for bringing the Scots to England.

Thus they journeyed on through a rich agricultural district, past
farms and homesteads well stocked with cattle, till they came to a
woody tract that had once formed part of the Forest of Arden, some
vestiges of which could yet be discerned. These woodlands offered a
pleasant contrast to the richly cultivated district just left behind,
and having skirted a park, they reached the picturesque old town of
Henley-in-Arden.

Here they halted, and while Charles, in his quality of groom, attended
to the horses, Jane and the others went to view the old cross which
then stood in the market-place. To support his character, Charles
thought it necessary to drink a pot of ale with the ostler; and the
man's tongue being loosened by the good liquor, he informed the king
that about two hours previously a troop of horse had passed through
the town on their way to Stratford-on-Avon.

"That doesn't matter to us, friend," said Charles. "We are on the
right side, and belong to the Parliament."

"An that be so, you'll be glad to hear that the malignant prince has
been captured," observed the ostler. "We shall have no further trouble
with him."

"That's too good news to be true I fear, friend," rejoined Charles.
"Where did you learn it?"

"From the troopers I've just mentioned. They couldn't be misinformed.
Charles Stuart was caught in a woodcutter's hut in Brewood Forest. He
fought so hard that it took ten men to secure him, and the reward will
be divided among 'em, consequently, they'll only have a hundred
apiece. Well, here's Old Noll's health, and hoping he may soon reign
over us."

"Reign over us?" cried Charles.

"Ay, reign," said the ostler. "When he has cut off Charles Stuart's
head he'll be King of England. He has got the army with him, and can
do as he likes."

"He aims at the crown, I make no doubt," said Charles. "But here comes
my young mistress. She'll be greatly surprised to learn that Charles
Stuart is taken."

Having mounted their horses, the party quitted the little town and
took the road to Stratford-on-Avon.

Mr. Petre was a good deal alarmed on hearing that a troop of soldiers
had preceded them, but Jane sought to reassure him by saying that they
should be able to pass through the town without being noticed by the
men, and he made no more remarks till they drew near Wootton Wawen, a
small town about midway between Henley and Stratford. He then
discovered that some of the Roundheads must have halted in this little
town, as a dozen troopers, at least, were refreshing themselves at the
inn. It was impossible to avoid them, except by making a considerable
detour, and this the timorous gentleman declared he would do; and
after some discussion he actually turned back with his wife, while
Jane and the king rode boldly on towards Wootton.

As they approached the village, two mounted troopers barred the road,
and ordered the supposed groom to halt and give an account of himself.

Before Charles could answer, an officer, fully accoutred, came forth
from the inn with the evident intent of interrogating the travellers.
But Jane anticipated his design, and holding out a piece of paper,
exclaimed:

"I have a pass for myself and my man from Captain Stone, governor of
Stafford. Here it is."

The officer took the paper, and glancing at it, said, in a respectful
tone:

"You are the lady herein described, I presume?"

"I am Jane Lane, of Bentley House," she rejoined, haughtily. "This is
my servant, Will Jones."

"Has he been long in your service?" pursued the officer, fixing a keen
glance on Charles, who bore his scrutiny well.

"Not long," she replied. "He is a tenant of my brother's."

"Whither are you going?" he demanded. "I require a precise answer."

"I am going to Long Marston, the residence of my relative, Mr. Tombs,
and shall pass the night there," she rejoined. "Long Marston is four
miles beyond Stratford-on-Avon."

"I know the house," rejoined the officer. "Mr. Tombs is a notorious
malignant, but your pass is sufficient. You may proceed on your
journey."

Charles did not neglect the hint, but moved on instantly.

As soon as they were gone, the officer said to the mounted troopers:

"Follow them, but at such a distance as not to cause alarm. Enter the
house where they stop, and examine the groom. I suspect him."

The troopers promised strict obedience to the command, and set off
cautiously after the travellers.



Chapter 9. HOW THEY ARRIVED AT LONG MARSTON

Apart from being the birthplace and the burial-place of Shakspeare,
Stratford-on-Avon had a special interest to Charles from the
circumstance that it had been the temporary residence of his mother,
Queen Henrietta Maria, who, in 1643--some eight years anterior to the
period of our story--entered the old town at the head of a large
force, and was subsequently joined there by Prince Rupert. Charles
remembered also that Stratford had been the scene of more than one
sharp conflict between the Royalists and the rebels, and that an arch
of the old stone bridge had been broken down by the latter to prevent
the attacks of their opponents. These reflections occurred to the king
as he and his fair companion halted within a quarter of a mile of the
charming old town.

Before them, on the opposite bank of the Avon, stood the ancient
church, in the vaults of which rest Shakspeare's hallowed bones. But
the bridge was guarded by a party of cavalry drawn up in front of it.
Nothing had been seen of Mr. Petre and his wife, since they had gone
off in another direction at Wootton, and Jane waited for them for some
time before entering Stratford; but as they did not make their
appearance she at last agreed to go on without them, and Charles rode
on towards the bridge.

Never in the conflicts that had taken place on that bridge during the
Civil War did Cavalier ride up to the enemy with bolder front than the
king now displayed. He was sharply examined by the troopers as he
advanced, but Jane, again producing her pass, answered the questions
of the officer in command so satisfactorily, that they were at once
allowed to pass. Moreover, she accomplished the liberation of her
brother-in-law and his wife, who had been detained till her arrival.

All difficulties being thus surmounted the party crossed the bridge--
noting that the broken arch had only been partially repaired--and
entered the old town in triumph. Under pleasanter circumstances they
might have been disposed to halt for a short time at Stratford, and
Jane, casting a longing look at the avenue of lime-trees leading to
the church, suggested a visit to the beautiful old fabric, but Mr.
Petre would not hear of it. Not to excite suspicion they rode at a
very deliberate pace through the town, being regarded with some
curiosity by the townsfolk, and frowned at by a few troopers collected
in the market-place; but as they had passed the ordeal of the bridge
it was presumed by those who watched them that they must be well
affected towards the Parliament.

Mr. Petre felt much easier in his mind when he got out of Stratford,
but chancing to cast a look behind him he saw a couple of troopers
pursuing the same course, and fancying they must be following him his
fears returned. He mentioned his apprehensions to his wife and Jane,
but they treated them very lightly.

For some little time the road pursued by the party lay along the banks
of the Avon, and offered delightful views of the town they had just
quitted, with its picturesque old church and bridge; but after they
had proceeded about a mile they quitted the gently-flowing river, and
struck across a wild district that presented but few attractions.
However, they were now not far from their destination, but before they
reached it the aspect of the country had materially improved.

A large, substantially-built farm-house of the better class, Long
Marston looked like what it was, the abode of an unostentatious
country gentleman. The transomed windows and arched doorway showed the
antiquity of the house. In front was a large pond bordered by trees,
and at the back there was an old-fashioned garden, and beyond that an
extensive orchard.

Evening was coming on as our travellers approached the house, and
coloured by the warm sunset the grey old structure appeared to great
advantage.

Of good family, and living upon his own estate, Mr. Tombs, the owner
of Long Marston, was blessed with a very amiable, affectionate
partner, so that we may venture to say that he was a happy man. He did
not keep a large establishment, but lived in a quiet, comfortable
style, and was thoroughly hospitable. With his rosy, handsome
countenance, beaming with health and good humour, and his stout
figure, he looked the personification of a country gentleman. Mrs.
Tombs, who was some years younger than her husband, was likewise
rather stout, but well-proportioned and comely.

Such was the well-assorted and kindly couple that greeted the party on
their arrival at Long Marston. They were very glad to see Mr. and Mrs.
Petre, but their warmest greeting was for Jane Lane, who was an
especial favourite with both of them. Of course, Mr. Petre had a good
deal to tell of the difficulties experienced at Wootton and Stratford,
and was congratulated on getting through them so well; but Jane made
no remarks, and indeed she was occupied at the moment in giving
private instructions to Charles, who was waiting for her orders.

"Don't neglect your horse, Will," she said, in a significant tone.
"Groom him well and feed him well. Don't gossip with the men at the
stables, but as soon as you have finished your work go to the
kitchen."

Charles promised obedience, and took his horse to the stables, which
adjoined the house.

"That's a new groom, Jane," observed Mr. Tombs. "I don't recollect
seeing him before."

"You never saw me travel in this fashion before," replied Jane; "and I
shouldn't do so now if I could help it. But it is dangerous to go
alone."

"It's not safe to travel in any way in my opinion," observed Mr.
Tombs. "But you are a courageous girl, Jane. After your exploits at
Worcester, I shan't be surprised at anything you do--not even if you
turn soldier."

"Nothing daunts her," cried Mr. Petre. "She would ride through the
rebel pack at Wootton."

"Though you didn't like to face them," laughed Mr. Tombs. "Well, I
should have acted in the same way myself. I don't mean to go near
Stratford, while it is occupied by the enemy."

"Nothing surprises me that Jane does," remarked Mrs. Tombs to Mrs.
Petre; "but I wonder you like to travel when you are constantly liable
to be stopped and maltreated by these Roundhead troopers."

"I don't like it, I assure you," replied Mrs. Petre. "But we want to
get back to our house in Buckinghamshire. If I could have anticipated
the annoyances I have met with I would never have left it."

"But you are going to Bristol, I understand, Jane?" said Mr. Tombs,
turning to her.

"I am going to the Nortons of Abbots Leigh," replied Jane. "Their
place is about three miles from Bristol. I would have postponed my
visit to a more convenient season--but I have something important to
do."

"But I hope you mean to spend a day or two with us!"

"Quite impossible," rejoined Jane. "On my return I shall be delighted
to stay with you. But not now. I must start early in the morning."

"But you can't reach Abbots Leigh to-morrow."

"No, I shall pass the night at Cirencester."

"You can't do better," remarked Mr. Tombs. "There is a good inn there,
kept by a very worthy woman, Widow Meynell, who will take every care
of you."

"I know Widow Meynell very well," replied Jane, "and shall feel as
much at home with her as I do here."

"Well, let us go in-doors," said Mrs. Tombs, leading the way.

They then entered the house, which was larger and more commodious than
its exterior seemed to promise.

"You know your own room, Jane, so I needn't show you to it," said Mrs.
Tombs.

Jane tripped up the old oak staircase, while her sister and Mrs. Tombs
followed more leisurely.



Chapter 10. HOW CHARLES INCURRED THE COOK'S DISPLEASURE

Having finished his work in the stable, the supposed Will Jones
proceeded to the kitchen, where he found Bridget the cook preparing
supper. Bridget was fat and not ill-looking, but something must have
gone wrong, for she did not accord the new-comer a very gracious
reception. The kitchen was large, occupying the entire ground floor of
one wing of the house, and was lighted on either side by deep
mullioned windows, filled with lattice panes. From the huge rafter
supporting the low ceiling hung a goodly collection of hams. At the
further end was an immense fireplace, before which, dangling from a
jack, slowly revolved a large joint of beef.

Charles saluted Bridget very respectfully, but she only just nodded
her head, and said:

"You're Will Jones, Mistress Jane Lane's groom, I suppose?" And
receiving an answer in the affirmative, she went on. "Well, then, make
yourself useful, Will Jones, and see that the meat is properly
roasted. I've plenty to do without attending to the jack."

Deeming it necessary to conciliate her, Charles marched at once to the
fireplace. All went well for a few minutes, when the jack stopped. The
king tried to put it in motion again but could not turn it. After
several attempts to set matters right, he gave up the task in despair,
when Bridget, who had been absent from the kitchen for a short time,
returned, and at once made aware that the meat was burning, she rushed
up, exclaiming furiously:

"Why, where have you been bred up, you lazy varlet, that you don't
know how to wind up a jack? I'll teach you to attend to my orders in
future."

So saying she snatched up the ladle from the dripping-pan, and
threatened to belabour him with it.

"Come, come! my good woman," cried Charles, seizing her arm, "this is
carrying the joke a little too far."

"I'm not a good woman, and I won't be called one," exclaimed Bridget.
"And it's not a joke to spoil the meat, as my master will let you
know."

And she struggled to get free, but the king held her fast.

At this juncture an interruption was offered by loud roars of laughter
proceeding from a couple of troopers standing at the kitchen door.
Having approached unawares, they had witnessed the occurrence, and
were highly diverted by it. On beholding them Bridget instantly calmed
down, and the king released her. The troopers then stepped into the
kitchen, and the cook having set the jack going again, asked them what
they wanted.

"We have come in search of this young man," said one of them,
designating Charles. "We thought he might be a malignant, or, as you
would say, a Cavalier in disguise, but we now think we must be
mistaken."

"He a Cavalier!" exclaimed Bridget, scornfully, "no more a Cavalier
than I am. Go about your business directly, or I'll spoil your red
coats."

And she flourished the greasy ladle menacingly.

"Nay, nay, good Bridget," said Charles, trying to appease her. "Treat
them civilly; they have found out their mistake. Draw them a jug of
ale. They may give us trouble," he added, in a whisper.

This consideration brought the cook to reason, and she left the
kitchen, and presently returned with a foaming jug of ale. During her
absence the troopers had seated themselves at a table, and as it was
clear they would not depart without some refreshment, Bridget went
back for some cold meat and bread, while Charles poured out the ale.
By the time they had finished the cold meat the hot joint was ready,
and they insisted on having a few slices. Bridget did not dare to
refuse, and was also obliged to draw them another jug of ale. Charles
waited upon them and pleased them so much by his attention, that they
went away at last declaring he was a very honest young man, and had
nothing of a malignant about him.

Shortly afterwards, Mr. Tombs entered the kitchen, accompanied by Jane
Lane. Great consternation had been caused by the visit of the
troopers, but as the men conducted themselves so quietly and made no
disturbance, Mr. Tombs hoped they might be got rid of without any
interference on his part. At last he yielded to Jane's entreaties, and
they went to the kitchen together, and were greatly relieved by
finding that the enemy had departed.

"Look here, sir," cried Bridget, "here's a joint to send to table! But
it's not my fault. The rogues forced me to carve it for them."

"Never mind, Bridget," cried Mr. Tombs, laughing at her distress. "I'm
thankful they're gone. But what brought them here?"

"Most likely they only wanted a supper, sir," replied Bridget; "but
they pretended they came in search of that young man, declaring he was
a Cavalier in disguise."

"Ridiculous!" cried Jane. "Evidently a mere excuse to obtain a supper.
What did they say to thee, Will?"

"They put a few questions to me," replied the king. "But I soon
convinced them of their mistake."

"They were not very good judges," remarked Mr. Tombs, in a low tone to
Jane. "Now I look more narrowly at him, your groom has the air of a
gentleman. Besides, it is fair to tell you that my suspicions were
excited by the glance he threw at you as we came into the kitchen.
Nay, you need have no disguise with me."

The king's eyes were fixed upon them, and before making a reply Jane
consulted him by a look. She then took Mr. Tombs aside, so as to be
quite out of Bridget's hearing, and said in a whisper:

"You are right. Will Jones is not what he appears."

"I felt sure of it," rejoined Mr. Tombs in the same tone. "He must be
a person of the highest importance, for I know you would not run this
great risk for any one of inferior degree. I have my suspicions, but I
scarcely dare breathe them."

"Give them utterance," said Jane.

"Is it the king?" he asked.

"It is," she replied. "But be careful not to betray the secret by word
or gesture. You must not even take your wife into your confidence. My
sister and her husband are entirely in the dark, and must be kept so,
for Mr. Petre is not a fit depositary for a secret of this vast
importance."

"I feel the prudence of your counsel, Jane, and will follow it
strictly," said Mr. Tombs; "yet I can hardly refrain from throwing
myself at his majesty's feet. Had I known who is here, how alarmed I
should have felt at the visit of these troopers! Never should I
forgive myself if aught were to happen to the king while he is under
my roof. But I must see that he is attended to. Hark ye, Bridget, this
young man must have a good supper. Do you hear that?"

"Yes, I hear it, sir," she replied. "But he must wait till his betters
have been served. Begging Mistress Jane Lane's pardon, I must say that
a more ignorant fellow than her groom never came into a kitchen. He
can't even wind up a jack! Ah! if I had him under my care for a month
I'd work a change, I warrant him."

"Hold your peace, Bridget. Take good care of the young man, or you'll
displease me," said Mr. Tombs. "If thou art neglected, Will, complain
to me."

And fearing he might excite the cook's suspicions if he said more, he
quitted the kitchen with Jane.

But in spite of the worthy gentleman's injunctions, Charles obtained
nothing till the dishes were brought from the dining-room, when he was
allowed to sit down with the servants, and eat as much as he pleased.

A small couch in a small room served his turn that night, but he slept
very soundly, and waking early, fled to the stables to prepare for the
day's journey.

Charles was grooming his horse, when Mr. Tombs came into the stable,
and making an excuse to send his men away, expressed his profound
regret that he had not been able to pay his majesty more attention.

"I have not done more," he said, "because I fear to trust my
household."

"I quite understand your motives, Mr. Tombs, and appreciate them,"
said Charles. "And pray understand that it was from no want of faith
in your loyalty, which was vouched for by Jane, that you were not
trusted with the secret from the first. It was simply to spare you
trouble and anxiety; and believe me, I am just as much obliged as if
you had made preparations for my security. For this reason I
counselled Jane to keep silence; but I am not sorry the disclosure has
been made, since it affords me an opportunity of speaking to you
freely. My object, as you will have conjectured, is to quit the
country as speedily as I can, and take refuge in France, and for this
purpose I am going to Bristol under the care of this devoted girl, who
is hazarding her life for me. You have been an involuntary agent in
the scheme, Mr. Tombs, and I hope you will have no reason to regret
taking part in it."

"Whatever betides, it will always be a matter of proud satisfaction to
me that your majesty has found shelter at my house during your flight.
That you have not been received in a more worthy manner is not my
fault, but the fault of circumstances."

"You have done all that I could desire, Mr. Tombs," said Charles; "and
I pray you to pursue the same course to the moment of my departure.
Treat me as Jane Lane's groom, and nothing more. Do not stay here
longer, or you may excite suspicion."

"Your majesty shall be obeyed," replied Mr. Tombs.

And with a profound obeisance he withdrew.

When he had finished dressing his horse, Charles quitted the stables
and found his way to the kitchen, where he met with a better welcome
from Bridget than he had experienced overnight. He had found his way
to her good graces at supper, and she now gave him an excellent
breakfast.

Anxious, for many reasons, to start at an early hour, Jane made a
hasty breakfast in her own room, and without waiting to take leave of
Mrs. Tombs or the Petres, who had not yet made their appearance, went
in quest of Mr. Tombs, whom she found in the garden. He told her what
passed between him and the king, and how distressed he felt that he
could not render his majesty any real service.

"If you think I can be of any use I will accompany you on your journey
to Bristol," he said. "I did not propose this to his majesty, but I am
ready to set out at once if you deem my attendance desirable."

"I need not consult the king on the subject, because I know what his
decision would be," she rejoined. "His plans are settled, and he would
not care to change them. Besides, your sudden departure would occasion
remark among the household, and might draw suspicion upon us. Your
wife would think it strange, for you could not explain your motives to
her. No, believe me, you are far better at home at this critical
juncture. Some unforeseen difficulty may occur after the king's
departure; another visit may be paid by the troopers, and your
presence may be required to check indiscretion on the part of the
servants. Were the Roundhead rogues to learn that you had gone on with
us they would inevitably follow, and then there is no telling what the
consequences might be. You can best serve the king by remaining at
home. I will acquaint his majesty with your proposal, as well as with
my reasons for declining it."

No more was said, for noticing that Charles had brought the horse from
the stables, they proceeded towards him. In another minute Jane was
seated on the pillion behind the king. As some of the other servants
were standing by, Mr. Tombs was exceedingly cautious in his
observations.

"I wish you a safe and pleasant journey, Jane," he said; adding to the
supposed groom, "be sure to take good care of your young lady, Will."

"Fear nothing, sir," replied the king, doffing his cap respectfully.
And as Mr. Tombs drew somewhat nearer, he added, in a low tone, "when
you next hear of me I trust it will be from France."

Bidding her relative adieu, Jane ordered Will Jones to go on, and
accompanied by many fervent prayers for the king's safety, murmured in
secret by Mr. Tombs, they soon gained the road to Chipping-Campden.




Book the sixth: Abbots Leigh.



Chapter 1. HOW THE TWO GROOMS CHANGED HORSES AT STOKE-ON-THE-WOLD

A fine, fresh, autumnal morning gladdened Charles and his fair
companion as they set out from Long Marston. The king was in excellent
spirits, and laughed at his adventures on the previous night. After
passing Church Honeybourne and Weston Subedge, they ascended Dover's
Hill, on which the renowned Cotswold Games, sung by Ben Jonson and
Drayton, were celebrated in the time of the king's grandsire, but were
discontinued on the outbreak of the Civil Wars. While crossing this
hill, which had been the scene of so many pleasant gatherings in
former days, Charles promised himself that if he ever ruled the land
those manly sports should be revived. From this eminence they looked
down upon the fair and fertile valley in which Chipping-Campden is
situated, and after enjoying the delightful prospect for a short time,
they descended from the uplands and rode towards the pleasant old
town.

Chipping-Campden, at the period of our story, was a great mart for
wool; and it chanced that on this very day a large sheep fair was held
in the vicinity of the town. Numerous flocks of sheep driven by
shepherds and attended by farmers, mounted on horses as rough-looking
as themselves, beset the road.

As Charles rode on, hoping to pass through the throng unmolested, the
sheep-breeders pressed around him, each vaunting the excellence of his
fleeces, and affirming that he had the best sheep on the Cotswolds.
Jane took upon herself to answer, and explained that they were merely
travellers, and did not desire to purchase wool. The explanation did
not prove altogether satisfactory, and the churlish farmers began to
eye the supposed groom suspiciously.

"Thee warn't bred on the Wowlds," remarked one of them. "Where dost
come from?"

"Why, thou'rt as fierce as a Cotswold lion, and that's a sheep,"
rejoined Charles. "What be it to thee where I come from?"

"Thou look'st as sharp as if thou lived on Tewkesbury mustard," cried
the farmer.

"And I should take thee to be a man of Dursley," responded Charles,
who was acquainted with some of the local proverbs.

"Why, there he has hit thee, Guy Naunton," cried another of the
farmers. "I never knowed thee keep a promise."

"I never broke my word to thee, Mat Mickleton, or to any one else,"
rejoined Naunton, angrily.

"Did any of you ever join the sports on Dover's Hill?" cried Charles.

"Why dost ask?" cried Mickleton.

"Because I would challenge one and all of you to run, leap, wrestle,
or use the quarter-staff," rejoined Charles.

"There be no more Cotswowld Gaames now--more's the pity!" cried
Mickleton. "But I be ready and willing to try a bowt with thee at
quaarter-staff."

"No, no, Will Jones," interposed Jane. "Pass on thy way. Thou wilt get
into a brawl with these men."

"Thy groom be a saucy knave, and shall give an account of himself to
the town bailiff," said Naunton.

"Keep thy hands off my bridle, or I will lay my whip on thy
shoulders," cried Charles, sharply.

"Contain yourself, or we shall have a quarrel," whispered Jane,
beginning to feel alarmed at the menacing looks thrown at the king.
"Let me go, I beg of you," she added aloud to the others. "I have a
pass for myself and my servant."

"Show it to the bailiff," rejoined Naunton. "We'll take you to him."

Chipping-Campden consisted of a single street of some length, in the
centre of which stood the Court-house and the Market-house. Owing to
the fair the little town was very full, and the concourse collected in
the market-place stared hard at the strange cavalcade as it
approached, the general impression being that a fugitive Cavalier had
been captured.

Informed that an arrest had been made, the bailiff, as the chief
magistrate of the place was styled, came forth from the Court-house,
to ascertain particulars, and when an explanation had been given him,
and Jane's pass produced for his inspection, he directed that the lady
should be allowed to proceed on her journey without further hindrance.

"As you have thought fit to stop her without authority," he said to
the farmers, "my order is that you make amends by conducting her to
the further end of the town."

This was done, and Charles and his fair companion got safely out of
Chipping-Campden.

Skirting Northwick Park, and passing over the bleak downs beyond
Blockley, they reached Bourton-on-the-Hill, where they halted for a
short time. Being now among the wolds, they had nothing before them
but a succession of low, rolling downs, which afforded excellent
pasture for sheep, but were entirely uncultivated, and covered with
great patches of furze. Not a village was to be seen for miles-only,
here and there, a solitary farm-house or a shepherd's cot.

On mounting the lofty hill on which Stow-on-the-Wold is situated, the
travellers obtained an extensive view of the wild district they had
just traversed. Stow-on-the-Wold is said to want three of the
elements--fire, earth, and water. How this may be we know not, but air
it can never lack, seeing that it is exposed to all the winds of
heaven. Bleaker place cannot be found. What the old town might be like
in winter, when the hill on the summit of which it was perched was
covered with snow, and when the bitter north wind howled round the
corners of the houses, and found its way through every window and
door, Charles did not care to consider. It looked pleasant and
cheerful now, with the sun shining brightly on the quaint old
buildings, and upon the pinnacles of the lofty church tower.

Riding up to the hostel, which bore the sign of the Three Choughs, our
travellers alighted, and while Charles took the horse to the stables,
Jane put herself under the care of the landlady--a decent middle-aged
dame--and was conducted by her to a private room, where refreshments
were soon afterwards set before her.

As Charles was returning from the stable, another arrival took place,
that brought forth host and hostess. A second groom, with a young dame
seated behind him on a pillion, had ridden up to the inn door.

Great was the king's astonishment on discovering that the new-corners
were no other than Careless and Dame Gives, the latter having resumed
the habits of her sex, while the former had put on a disguise similar
to his own. On beholding the king, Dame Gives called out:

"Ah, Will Jones, I am glad to see thee. My man, Tom Elton, has ridden
hard to overtake thee and thy young mistress, and at last he has
succeeded."

"I did not know you were following us, madam, or I would have
stopped," replied Charles. "My young lady is in the house."

"She is partaking of a slight repast within, madam," remarked the
hostess. "Shall I take you to her?"

Dame Gives then alighted and entered the house, while Charles and
Careless marched off together to the stable. As soon as he could find
an opportunity Careless explained the cause of his unexpected
appearance, as well as the object of his disguise.

"Those confounded troopers, Ezra and Madmannah, are following your
majesty," he said; "and I have adopted this disguise to baffle them.
Evidently, the object of the rogues is to secure to themselves the
whole of the reward offered for your apprehension, and they will not,
therefore, let any of their comrades into their plan. Had they done so
you must have been captured. That Worcester horse has been the main
cause of their getting on your track. The blacksmith at the little
village near Packington Park described the horse you had brought to
his smithy, and Madmannah at once knew it to be his own. Having
obtained this information, they came to Packington Hall, and owing to
that piece of imprudence I discovered their plans, and immediately
started after them. They went on to Henley-in-Arden, to Wootton, and
Stratford-on-Avon, where they passed the night. At Stratford I was
fortunate enough to meet with Dame Gives, and she suggested the plan
to me, which, as you see, I have put into execution. Everything
necessary to carry it out was procured at Stratford, the groom's dress
I now wear, and the pillion for Dame Gives, who readily agreed to
accompany me. All that now remains to be done is that your majesty and
myself should change horses, and then I will undertake to put the
rogues on a false scent."

"Oddsfish! 'tis an excellent plan!" cried Charles, laughing heartily.
"No wit like a woman's wit, and Dame Gives is as sharp-witted as any
of her sex."

Careless then proceeded to inform the king that he had left Stratford-
on-Avon before sunrise, so that as far as he could judge they must be
considerably in advance of the troopers.

"I give your majesty half an hour here--not longer," said Careless.

"Half an hour will suffice," said the king. "But let us in at once. I
feel outrageously hungry."

Entering the house, they called out lustily for something to eat,
whereupon a cold meat pie and the remains of a ham were set before
them. On these they set to work, and in less time than had been
allowed by Careless had entirely demolished the pie and emptied a jug
of ale. They had just finished their repast when the hostess informed
them that the ladies were ready to start, whereupon they proceeded to
the stable and changed horses, as agreed upon.

Meanwhile, Dame Gives had fully explained matters to Jane, who quite
approved of the plan. On coming forth she made no remark, but
unhesitatingly took her seat behind the king, who was now mounted on
the horse previously ridden by Careless. Dame Gives was equally
expeditious in her movements, and the two grooms setting off at once,
the change of steeds was unnoticed by the host and hostess.

Before descending the hill Careless surveyed the country round, but
could descry nothing of the pursuers.

Leaving the old mansion of Maugersbury on the left, they entered a
pleasant valley, watered by a clear trout-stream, and proceeded along
the old Roman Foss Way. After crossing Stow Bridge, they passed a
charming little village, through the midst of which ran the trout-
stream before mentioned, and shaped their course towards Bourton-on-
the-Water.

Nothing could be pleasanter than this part of the ride, and enlivened
by the cheerful companionship of Careless and Dame Gives, Charles for
a time gave vent to his natural gaiety, and seemed quite to forget
that the enemy was on his track.

Though apparently quite as unconcerned as his royal master, Careless
kept a sharp look-out. Nothing, however, had occurred to cause them
alarm. After passing through the pretty town of Bourton-on-the-Water,
the houses of which are built on either side of the river Windrush,
they returned to the Foss Way, which they had temporarily quitted.



Chapter 2. HOW CHARLES TOOK SHELTER DURING A STORM IN RATS ABBEY BARN;
AND HOW HE DELIVERED CARELESS AND DAME GIVES FROM THE TROOPERS

Once more they were in the midst of bleak and barren wolds, and were
pressing on towards Northleach, when they perceived a small detachment
of cavalry coming along from that town.

As they were in sight of the enemy, to quit the road or turn back
would only be to invite pursuit, so they went boldly on, hoping they
might not be stopped.

The officer in command of the troop ordered them to halt, and
interrogated them very sharply.

With Jane's pass he was satisfied, and after a brief parley permitted
her and her groom to proceed on their way. Reluctant to abandon his
friends, Charles rode slowly on, but he soon found it necessary to
accelerate his pace. The two troopers, Ezra and Madmannah, who were on
his track, had now appeared in sight, and judging that nothing but
instant flight could save him, he quitted the Foss Way, and rode off
into the wolds.

Meantime, the officer in command of the detachment had come to the
determination of arresting Dame Gives and her supposed servant, and he
was about to send a guard with them to Northleach, when the two
troopers came up. At once recognising the horse, they felt sure the
disguised groom must be the king, and fearful of losing their prize
they made no remark, bat immediately offered to take charge of the
prisoners and conduct them to Northleach. Greatly to the satisfaction
of the cunning troopers, their proposal was accepted.

Committing the prisoners to their charge, the officer rode off with
his men, while the two troopers, secretly exulting in their good
fortune, now secure of their prize, placed the supposed royal captive
between them, resolved to take him Bristol, and there deliver him up
to the commander of the garrison, and claim the rich reward.

Meanwhile Charles, finding he was not pursued, made his way across the
wolds in the direction of Northleach, and passing on the right of that
town, which was then an important mart for cloth and wool, returned to
the Foss Way. Unable to ascertain what had become of Careless and Dame
Gives, the king was greatly concerned that he could render them no
assistance.

The morning, as we have already intimated, had been extremely fine,
but, within the last hour a change had taken place, and the blackness
of the heavens portending a heavy thunder-storm, Charles looked about
anxiously for a place of shelter.

They were again on the Foss Way, with nothing but the bare wolds
spread out around them, like the billows of a tempestuous sea.

Jane pointed out a solitary barn about a quarter of a mile off on the
left, and as soon as he could descend from the elevated road which he
was tracking, Charles rode quickly in that direction.

Just as they reached the barn the storm came on with great violence.
The flashes of lightning were almost incessant, the peals of thunder
awfully loud, and the rain came down in torrents.

It was now so dark that except for the lightning they could not see
many yards before them, and as Charles rode into the barn through the
open door, he called out to ascertain whether any one was within, but
no answer being returned he dismounted, and after assisting Jane to
alight, led his horse to a stall at the further end of the barn, and
fastened him up. This done, he returned to Jane.

Almost deafened by the peals of thunder, they were looking out through
the open door upon the wolds, and watching the progress of the storm,
when a brighter flash than any that had gone before revealed a
startling spectacle.

"Gracious heavens!" ejaculated Charles, "either my eyes deceived me,
or I saw Careless and Dame Gives guarded by a couple of troopers."

"You were not deceived, sire," replied Jane. "I saw them distinctly.
Their captors are evidently coming to seek shelter here."

As she spoke, another brilliant flash revealed the party.

"You are right, they are about to take shelter in this barn," said
Charles. "The rogues must not find us. It shall go hard if I do not
contrive to liberate the prisoners."

In another minute the party arrived at the door of the barn. Ezra rode
in first, and was followed by the captives, while Madmannah brought up
the rear, and posted himself at the entrance to prevent any attempt at
escape. However, he did not remain there long, but jumped from his
horse, declaring that the lightning had well-nigh blinded him.

Meanwhile the others had dismounted, but Ezra kept strict guard over
the prisoners.

"If thy life is of value to thee thou wilt keep quiet," he said to
Careless.

"Are we alone here?" cried Madmannah in a loud voice. "What ho! is
there any one in the barn?"

"Ay," replied a voice that sounded like that of a countryman, "I be
here, Sam Cubberly, of Scrubditch Farm. Who may you be, and what are
you doing in Rats Abbey Barn?"

Struck by the oddity of the response, Careless began to think that a
friend was at hand.

"Methinks thou art mocking us, Sam Cubberly," cried Ezra. "Come forth,
and show thyself, or I will prick thee with my pike."

A derisive laugh was the only response to this threat, and his choler
being roused, he marched towards the back of the barn in search of the
audacious rustic. But he had not got far, when an athletic young man
suddenly sprang upon him, seized him by the throat, and disarmed him.

Hearing the disturbance, and at once comprehending what was taking
place, Careless made an instant attack on Madmannah, and not only
succeeded in depriving him of his weapons but forced him to the
ground. Material assistance was given by Dame Gives, who prevented the
trooper from using his carabine, and now held it at his head.

"Shall I shoot him?" she asked, in a tone that showed she was in
earnest.

"Ay, shoot him through the head if he stirs," rejoined Careless.

He then flew to the spot where the king was engaged with Ezra, and
between them they dragged the trooper back to his comrade.

"Our safety demands that both these villains be instantly despatched,"
said Careless. "They have justly forfeited their lives."

"Truly, they deserve death, yet I am inclined to spare them," said
Charles. "Hark ye, rogues," he continued; "will you swear to desist
from this pursuit if your lives be given you?"

Both readily responded in the affirmative.

"Trust them not," said Careless; "they have broken half a dozen oaths
already."

"But we will not break this," said Ezra. "We will hold our peace as to
all that we have seen and heard, and go back to Colonel James."

By this time the fury of the storm had abated. The thunder had rolled
off to a distance, and though the lightning still flashed, the rain
had entirely ceased.

"The storm has cleared off," observed Jane Lane, in a low tone to the
king. "There is nothing to prevent our departure."

"Then we will not remain here a moment longer," he rejoined. "We must
deprive these rascals of the means of following us," he added to
Careless; "we will take their horses."

"Take their lives as well as their horses. You are dealing far too
leniently with them," said Careless.

Fancying all was over with them, the two wretches besought mercy in
piteous terms.

"Stand back, then," cried Charles, fiercely; "and do not stir till we
are gone, or you will rush upon your death."

The troopers moved back as enjoined, but Careless did not like their
looks, and called out to them:

"Further back, or we will shoot you!" The order was quickly obeyed. At
a sign from Charles, Jane Lane and Dame Gives then quitted the barn,
and were immediately followed by the king and Careless, each leading a
couple of horses.

As soon as the party had mounted, they returned to the old Roman road,
crossed the Foss Bridge over the Coln, and then proceeding for a
couple of miles further, turned the troopers' horses loose on Barnsley
Wold.



Chapter 3. WHAT PASSED IN THE BARBER'S SHOP AT CIRENCESTER

The storm having now entirely passed away, the sun came forth again.
Though the district through which they were travelling was exceedingly
wild, it was solitary, and that gave it a special charm in the eyes of
the fugitive monarch and his attendants. Occasionally a large flock of
sheep could be seen among the wolds, with a shepherd tending them, but
nothing more formidable.

As they approached Cirencester, which was to be the term of their
day's journey, the aspect of the country improved, and they passed two
or three large mansions surrounded by parks.

Far more important, and infinitely more picturesque in appearance, was
this ancient town in the middle of the seventeenth century, than at
the present time. The castle, celebrated for many historical events,
had been demolished, but the walls surrounding the town were still
standing, and the streets were full of old timber houses, most of
which, we regret to say, have since disappeared. Even the old inn,
where Charles and his companions rested for the night, has vanished.
Notwithstanding these changes, which some may deem improvements,
though we cannot regard them in that light, Cirencester (vulgo,
Ciceter) is a quiet, clean-looking country town, possessing a half-
antique, half-modern air, and boasts the finest parochial church, with
the most elaborately ornamented porch, in Gloucestershire. Let us
mention that the interior of this stately fabric has been admirably
restored of late years.

Passing through the gate without hindrance of any kind, our travellers
rode along a narrow street to the market-place. The king was struck by
the dull and deserted appearance of the town, but its quietude pleased
him.

On reaching the market-place, he halted for a moment to gaze at the
richly-decorated church porch we have just mentioned. Not far from the
church stood the Chequers--the inn at which they intended to put up--
and proceeding thither, the party alighted, and were warmly welcomed
by the hostess, Dame Meynell, who was delighted to see Jane, and
conducted her and Dame Gives into the house, where every attention was
shown them.

After partaking of a light repast they retired to rest. Charles and
Careless were of course treated according to their supposed condition,
but no guest, whatever might be his degree, fared badly at the
Chequers, and they were supplied with some marrow-puddings and fried
eels and a pottle of excellent sack. Not caring to sit among the other
guests, they went out, after supper, to take a stroll through the
town.

Night having now come on, they could not see much, so after rambling
about for half an hour they returned to the market-place, and entered
a barber's shop which Charles had noticed near the inn.

Not expecting any more customers at that hour, the barber, a sharp-
looking middle-aged man, was about to shut up his shop, but he
deferred his purpose when the two grooms came in, and one of them--it
was the king--seated himself in the chair ordinarily assigned to
customers, and desired to be shaved.

"'Tis getting late," observed the barber; "cannot you come in the
morning?"

"No," replied Charles, "my young mistress starts early. I must be
shaved now."

Trimming a lamp that hung overhead, the barber made all necessary
preparations for the task.

While he was thus occupied, Careless, who was seated on a bench,
observed the man look inquisitively at his customer, and began to
regret that they had entered the shop.

"You have been accustomed to wear moustaches and a pointed beard, I
perceive, friend," remarked the barber, as he covered the king's
cheeks and chin with lather; "and I am of opinion that the fashion
must have suited you." And as Charles made no reply, he went on:
"Yours is a face that requires a beard--a pointed beard, I mean, such
as the Cavaliers wear--"

"But Will Jones is not a Cavalier any more than I am," interrupted
Careless.

"'Tis not an ill compliment, methinks, to say that both of you--
despite your attire--might pass for Cavaliers," said the barber.

"We do not desire to be taken for other than we are--simple grooms,"
said Careless. "Prithee, hold thy peace, unless thou canst talk more
to the purpose, and proceed with thy task."

"Nay, I meant no offence," said the barber. "I only wish you to
understand that you need make no mystery with me. I am a true man, and
not a Roundhead."

He then plied his razor so expeditiously that in a trice he had
finished shaving the king.

As he handed Charles a napkin and ewer, he said, in a tone of profound
respect:

"I ought to know that face."

"Where canst thou have seen me, master?" rejoined the king. "I have
never been in thy shop before."

"'Tis not in Ciceter that I have seen you," said the barber, still in
the same profoundly respectful tone; "but in a far different spot, and
under far different circumstances. Little did I think that I should be
thus honoured."

"No great honour in shaving a groom," cried Charles.

The barber shook his head.

"No groom has entered my shop this night," he said, "and no groom will
leave it. Whatever opinion may be formed of me, let it be understood
that I am no traitor."

"Nay, thou art an honest fellow, I am sure of that," observed Charles.

"I am a loyal subject of the king," said the barber, "and were his
majesty to come hither I would aid him to the best of my power."

"Were thy suspicions correct, friend," said Charles, "thou must feel
that I could not satisfy them. Think what thou wilt, but keep
silence."

He was about to place a pistole on the table, but the poor man looked
so pained that he stretched out his hand to him. The barber sprang
forward, and pressed the king's hand to his lips.

At a very early hour next morning all the party quitted Cirencester,
and again tracked the old Roman road across the plain.

They had a long day's journey before them, Bristol being thirty-one
miles distant from Cirencester, while Abbots Leigh was four miles
beyond Bristol. The morning was delightfully fresh, and the woody
district they were traversing offered charming views.

After awhile they left the Roman way, and pursued a road at the foot
of a range of low hills, and in less than two hours arrived at
Tetbury, where they halted. As they had been unable to breakfast at
Cirencester, owing to the early hour at which they started, they were
now very glad to repair the omission. Jane and Dame Gives, of course,
breakfasted in private, but the two grooms, after seeing to the
horses, repaired to the kitchen, where they astonished the host by
their prowess as trencher-men.

After an hour's halt at Tetbury the party set forth again. Passing
High Grove and Doughton, and then riding on to Westonbirt Bottom, they
skirted Silk Wood, and continued their course till they reached
Didmarton.

During this part of the journey they had met with no interruption.
Indeed, there seemed no troopers on the road. On quitting Didmarton
they passed Badminton Park, in which, at a subsequent period, the
magnificent mansion belonging to the Duke of Beaufort has been
erected, and rode on through the woods and past the fine old manor-
house of Little Sodbury to Chipping Sodbury, where they again halted
to refresh themselves and rest their steeds.

Their road now led them past Yate, and through Wapley Bushes to
Westerleigh. Thence they proceeded by Hanborow and Stapleton, and
crossing an old stone bridge over the river Frome, rode on to Bristol.



Chapter 4. BRISTOL IN THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY

Surrounded by walls, above which rose its picturesque timber
habitations and numerous fine churches, Bristol, at the period of our
history, presented a very striking appearance. So closely packed
together were the houses, that viewed from the neighbouring heights
they seemed to form a solid mass, and indeed the majority of the
streets were so narrow that they were little better than lanes.
Through the midst of the city ran the Avon, the river being crossed by
an ancient stone bridge, with houses on either side like old London
Bridge. On the north-west the city was bounded by the river Frome, and
it was here that the chief quay had been formed, ships of very large
burden being able to come up the Avon with the tide. On the east the
city was protected by the castle, a very large pile, surrounded by a
broad, deep moat, and approached by a drawbridge. Near the castle was
a strong fort of modern construction, in which there was a large
garrison. Four years later both castle and fort were demolished by the
Parliament. On the west the fortifications were in tolerably good
repair. But between the western walls and the Avon there was a wide
marsh, which extended to the left bank of the Frome, near its junction
with the larger river. In recent times, this marshy ground has been
converted into large docks and basins, and surrounded by warehouses.
The south side of the city was likewise protected by strong walls,
extending to either bank of the Avon, which here made a wide curve.
Both St. Augustine's and St. Mary Redcliffe, justly esteemed the most
beautiful church in the kingdom, were outside the walls. From its
elevated position, St. Augustine's, as the cathedral was then called,
formed a conspicuous object from the north and west. The city was
approached by four gates: on the north by Frome-gate, and on the south
by Temple-gate, New-gate, and Redcliffe-gate, the latter leading to
the grand old fane before mentioned. What with its many beautiful
churches, incomparable St. Mary Redcliffe, the castle, the old walls,
the ancient houses, and the two rivers, Bristol, in the olden time,
was a most striking and picturesque city, and its inhabitants were
justly proud of it.

During the Civil Wars, Bristol had played a conspicuous part, and was
justly accounted the chief Royalist stronghold in the West, and though
it was frequently in the hands of the Parliamentarians, it still
preserved a character for loyalty. Charles was well acquainted with
the city, having been taken there by his royal father in August, 1643,
when it capitulated to Prince Rupert, who had besieged it with twenty
thousand men. Though but a boy at the time, Charles had been greatly
impressed by the loyalty of the men of Bristol, and entertaining the
belief that a large portion of them must still be faithful to his
cause, though they did not dare to manifest their zeal, he approached
the city without much misgiving.

Our travellers were stopped and questioned by the guard stationed at
Frome-gate, but Jane Lane's pass sufficed, and they were soon mounting
a steep narrow street bordered by tall timber houses, with overhanging
stories, leading to the centre of the city.

It had been arranged that the party should separate at Bristol. Dame
Gives had some relatives dwelling in Wine-street, with whom she could
take up her abode, while Careless meant to fix his quarters at the
Lamb Inn in West-street till he should receive a summons from the
king. Charles and his fair companion did not intend to remain at
Bristol, but to proceed at once to Abbots Leigh, which, as already
mentioned, was distant about four miles from the city.

In accordance with this plan they now separated, and Careless, having
consigned Dame Gives to her friends, proceeded to the Lamb Inn.

Having crossed the old bridge, and tracked the long, narrow street to
which it led, Charles and his fair companion passed out at Redcliffe-
gate, and after halting for a short time to gaze at the superb old
church, shaped their course along the left bank of the Avon.

How changed is now the scene! Where a vast floating harbour has been
formed, constantly filled with ships from all parts of the world, and
surrounded by busy wharves and enormous warehouses, only the river
flowed through its deep channel, with very few buildings near it.

After a long ascent, the travellers reached the uplands on the left
bank of the Avon--then, as now, covered with magnificent timber. Half
an hour's ride through these romantic woods brought them to Abbots
Leigh.

The fine old family mansion of the Nortons no longer exists, having
been pulled down in 1814, in order to make way for a yet more stately
structure, that now forms the residence of Sir William Miles, and is
celebrated for its magnificent gallery of pictures. Abbots Leigh was
approached by an avenue of trees, terminated by an antique gate-tower.
Passing through the wide archway of this tower, the king and his fair
companion came in front of the old mansion, which, with its numerous
gables and large mullioned windows, presented a very imposing
appearance.

Situated on an elevated plateau, and facing the west, Abbots Leigh
commanded a most extensive and varied prospect, embracing Durdham
Downs on the further side of the Avon, a vast tract of well-wooded
country, the broad estuary of the Severn, and the Welsh hills beyond
it.

Jane's arrival having been announced by a bell rung at the gate by the
porter, Mr. Norton, who was playing at bowls with his chaplain, Doctor
Gorges, on the smooth lawn in front of the mansion, hastened to meet
her, and, after greeting her very cordially, assisted her to alight.

The lord of Abbots Leigh was a tall, distinguished-looking personage,
attired in black velvet. His wife, who presently made her appearance,
was somewhat younger, and extremely handsome.

A most affectionate meeting took place between Jane and Mrs. Norton,
who embraced her young relative very tenderly, and expressed great
delight at seeing her.

"I rejoice that you have got here safely," she said. "We hear of so
many disagreeable occurrences, that I can assure you we have felt
quite uneasy about you. Your looks don't betray fatigue, but I dare
say you are greatly tired by your long journey."

"No, indeed, I am not," replied Jane. "I think I could ride thirty or
forty miles a day for a month, and not feel the worse for it. But I
have been troubled about my poor groom, Will Jones, who is very weak
from the effects of a quartan ague."

"Give yourself no further concern about him, Jane," said Mrs. Norton.
Then calling to the butler, who was standing near, she added, "Pope,
this young man, Will Jones, is suffering from ague. Bid Margaret Rider
prepare for him an infusion of aromatic herbs."

"A hot posset cannot fail to do him good," said Jane. "But, above all,
he must avoid a damp bed."

"There are no damp beds, I trust, at Abbots Leigh," replied Mrs.
Norton. "But Pope shall see that he is well lodged."

Pope, a tall, strongly-built man, who looked more like a soldier than
a butler, promised attention to his mistress's orders, and stepping
towards Charles, said a few words to him in a low tone, after which
the king, bowing gratefully to Mrs. Norton, took his horse to the
stable.

Jane had next to answer Mr. Norton's inquiries relative to her brother
and Sir Clement Fisher.

"They must be full of anxiety for the king," he remarked. "All sorts
of reports reach us, and we know not what to believe. Can you give us
the assurance that his majesty is safe?"

"I wish I could," replied Jane. "But he is so environed by his enemies
that he cannot escape."

"Not immediately perhaps," said Mrs. Norton. "But an opportunity must
occur. No one will be base enough to betray him."

"Betray him! I should think not," cried Mr. Norton. "If chance brought
him here, I would place my house at his disposal."

"I am delighted to hear you give utterance to such sentiments," said
Jane.

"Did you doubt my loyalty?" he rejoined.

"No," she returned. "But I am glad to find that the king has so true a
friend."

They then entered the house.



Chapter 5. HOW CHARLES FOUND A FAITHFUL ADHERENT AT ABBOTS LEIGH

Jane was in her room--a large old-fashioned bedchamber, with a
transom-window looking upon the lawn, and commanding a splendid view
of the Severn's mouth and the distant Welsh hills--when a tap was
heard at the door, and a maid-servant came in.

"You have something to say to me, I perceive, Margaret?" observed
Jane.

"Yes, madam," was the reply. "My mistress has ordered me to attend
upon your groom, Will Jones, and to be very careful of him. So I
prepared a nice carduus posset, knowing it to be good for the ague,
but when I took it to him, he wouldn't drink it, but said he should
prefer some mulled sack."

"Well, Margaret, you had better indulge him in his whim. Let him have
some mulled sack, since he fancies the brewage."

"But that's not all," pursued Margaret Rider. "Mulled sack won't
content him. He declares he is very hungry, and must have a good
supper."

"Poor young man!" exclaimed Jane, in a commiserating tone. "He has had
a long day's journey. Let him have some supper."

"It strikes me, madam, that he is not so ill as he pretends to be. I
don't see why he shouldn't sup in the servants' hall."

"Indulge him, Margaret--pray indulge him. He is worse than he looks.
Ague is very obstinate."

"In my opinion, madam, the young man himself is very obstinate.
Nothing seems good enough for him. I am sure he is very well lodged,
yet he is not satisfied with his room."

"Well, let him have a better room, Margaret."

"I think you show him too much indulgence, madam. But I will attend to
your orders."

And Margaret departed.

On going down-stairs, Jane repaired to the butler's pantry, where she
found Pope, and was about to give him some further directions, when he
said to her, in a very grave tone:

"I do not know, madam, whether you are aware that I had the honour of
serving Mr. Thomas Jermyn, when he was groom of the bed-chamber to the
Prince of Wales at Richmond. His royal highness was a boy at the time,
but I recollect him perfectly."

He paused and looked at Jane, but as she made no remark, he went on.

"Subsequently, I served in the late king's army under Colonel Bagot,
and constantly saw the prince at that time, so that his features are
graven upon my memory."

"Why do you mention this to me, Pope?" inquired Jane, uneasily, for
she suspected what was coming.

"Can you not guess, madam?" he rejoined. "Well, then, since I must
needs speak plainly--in your groom, Will Jones, I recognise the king."

"You are mistaken, Pope," she cried.

"No, madam," he rejoined, gravely, "I am too well acquainted with the
king's face to be mistaken. But you need not be alarmed. His majesty
may rely on my silence."

Just as the words were uttered, the object of their conversation came
in. A look from Jane told the king that the secret had been
discovered.

"Soh, Pope has found me out!" he exclaimed. "I thought he would. But I
can trust him, for I know him to be an honest fellow, who would scorn
to betray his sovereign."

"I have sworn allegiance to you, sire," replied Pope, "and I will
never break my oath."

And as he spoke he knelt down and kissed the hand which Charles
graciously extended to him.

"Do not let your zeal lead you into any indiscretion, Pope," said the
king. "Show me no marks of respect when any one is present, except
Mistress Jane Lane, but continue to treat me as Will Jones."

"I will carefully attend to your majesty's injunctions," said Pope.

Feeling now quite sure that the king would be well attended to, Jane
left the room.

But the loyal butler had his own duties to fulfil, and could not
neglect them without exciting suspicion. Praying the king, therefore,
to excuse him, he proceeded to serve supper, and while he was thus
occupied, Margaret Rider, by his directions, brought a jug of
metheglin for the king.

For more than an hour Charles was left alone in the butler's pantry,
but at the end of that time Pope reappeared.

"I am now entirely at your majesty's service," he said.

"Sit down, and take a cup of metheglin," said Charles. "I want to have
a chat with you."

After some hesitation the butler complied.

"To prove that I place entire confidence in you, Pope," observed the
king, "I will tell you what I desire to do, and possibly you can aid
me. My object is to obtain a passage for France. Do you think I shall
be able to find a vessel at Bristol to take me to Bordeaux?"

"Very few vessels sail from Bristol to France, my liege. You had
better hire a schooner for Cardiff or Swansea."

"But I have no money," said Charles.

"Mistress Jane Lane can procure any sum your majesty may require from
Mr. Norton," replied Pope. "But of course she will be obliged to enter
into explanations with him."

"I should not feel uneasy on that score, because I know your master
can be trusted," observed the king.

"That is quite certain," rejoined Pope. "But with your majesty's
leave, the first thing to be done is to ascertain that a vessel can be
hired. There are plenty of ship-masters, plenty of ships, and plenty
of seamen to be found at Bristol, but one doesn't know whom to trust.
Or rather, I should say, one can't trust any of the skippers, since
most of them are Roundheads. But if you desire it I will go with your
majesty to Bristol to-morrow night. At the Dolphin, a tavern near the
quay, frequented by seafaring men, we may be able to pick up some
information."

"But will it be safe for me to go to a tavern like the Dolphin?"

"If I thought there was the slightest risk I would not offer to take
your majesty there," replied Pope. "I am well known to David Price,
the keeper of the tavern, and he will not question any one I may take
to his house. Possibly we may obtain from him all the information we
require. If I succeed in obtaining your majesty a passage to
Bordeaux--or even to Swansea--I shall esteem myself the happiest of
men."

Shortly afterwards Pope conducted the king to the pretty little
chamber prepared for him. Needless to say that his majesty slept
soundly.



Chapter 6. CARELESS BRINGS THE KING GOOD NEWS

Next morning Charles was alone in the butler's pantry, when Mr.
Norton, accompanied by Doctor Gorges, who had been the late king's
chaplain, and now filled the same office at Abbots Leigh, came into
the room to inquire after him. The appearance of the latter, with whom
he was well acquainted, rather confused Charles, as he feared that the
chaplain must recognise him. However, the divine suspected no
deception, and Charles acted his part so well that he completely
imposed upon the worthy man. The interview did not last many minutes,
and was interrupted by Jane Lane, who came to the king's assistance.

"I hope I have not overacted my part," observed the king to Jane, as
soon as Mr. Norton and the chaplain were gone. "But it occurred to me
that my recovery was too rapid, and that I ought to have a relapse."

"You acted the part so naturally, my liege, that you would certainly
have imposed upon me, had I not been a confederate. It will be sure to
be spread about among the household that you have had another attack,
and as the servants may have thought your conduct strange in keeping
aloof from them, their suspicions will now be removed."

"I shall go forth presently," said the king. "I think it likely that
Careless may venture here in the course of the day."

He then informed Jane of his intention to visit Bristol at night with
Pope, for the purpose of hiring a vessel to convey him to France.

"If I succeed in my object I shall not return here," he said; "and in
that case I shall not require your further services. You will then be
at full liberty to inform Mr. Norton who has been his guest."

"I must be quite sure your majesty is safe before I make any such
communication to him," she replied.

"If Pope returns alone, you will know that I am gone," said Charles.

"Heaven grant that your majesty may find means of escape!" said Jane.
"But I own I am not very sanguine, and I implore you not to run any
heedless risk. I think there is great hazard in visiting Bristol."

She then quitted the room, and Charles, who found his confinement
rather irksome, went to the stables, where he remained for some time.
He did not return to the house, but passing through a retired part of
the garden gained the long avenue leading to the mansion.

While wending his way slowly beneath the overarching trees, he
perceived a horseman at a distance riding towards the house. As the
person drew nearer, he felt almost certain it must be Careless--but if
so, Careless had abandoned his disguise as a groom, and attired
himself in a costume more befitting his condition. Careless it proved
to be, and no sooner did he discern his royal master, than he
quickened his pace and rode up.

"Well met, my liege," he exclaimed, springing from his steed and
saluting the king. "I have come in quest of your majesty."

"I hope you bring me good news," replied Charles. "I see you have
thrown off your disguise."

"I found it necessary to do so," said Careless. "Habited as a groom I
should never have been able to make any arrangements for your majesty.
Luckily, at the Lamb, where I put up, I met with Tom Hornyold of
Worcester, who not only supplied me with a good sum of money, but with
a change of attire. Thus provided, I lost not a moment in endeavouring
to carry out your majesty's plans. By Tom Hornyold's advice, I
repaired to the Dolphin, a tavern frequented by ship-masters and
seafaring men in the neighbourhood of the quay--"

"And kept by David Price," interposed the king.

"Your majesty knows the tavern?" exclaimed Careless, in surprise.

"I have heard of it," replied Charles. "But proceed. Did you see the
tavern-keeper?"

"I did, my liege, and found him exactly the man described by Tom
Hornyold. I had a long conference with him in private, and told him I
wanted to hire a vessel to convey me to France, and if that could not
be managed, to Swansea. I said that I meant to take with me a young
dame, to whom I was about to be wedded--but whose parents objected to
the match--"

"Dame Gives, I suppose?" observed the king.

"Exactly, my liege. I had previously obtained her consent to the
scheme. But your majesty has not heard me out. I thought it necessary
to acquaint David Price that I should be accompanied by a friend--a
fugitive Royalist who had fought at Worcester--but I took care not to
lead him to suspect that my friend was a person of rank."

"Well, what followed?"

"He listened to all I said, and after some reflection, replied that he
knew the master of a small lugger, who he thought might be induced by
a good round sum to convey me, my intended bride, and my friend to
Swansea. 'I think the man is in the house now,' he added. 'If you
desire it, I will call him in here, and you can speak to him
yourself?' I said this was exactly what I wished, so he went out, and
shortly afterwards returned with a sturdy, broad-shouldered man, whom
he introduced as Captain Rooker. The skipper had an honest look that
prepossessed me in his favour. In order to give a friendly character
to the interview, David Price placed a flask of Nantz on the table,
and filled a glass for each of us. My object having been explained to
Captain Rooker, he entered upon the matter at once. He said it was a
hazardous job, and might get him into trouble, but as he sympathised
strongly with the Royalist party he would undertake to assist me,
provided he was well paid. After some talk he agreed to take me and my
companions to Swansea for fifty pounds--but he required twenty pounds
down, which by David Price's advice I paid him. I hope your majesty
will think I have done well in making the arrangement."

"You have done admirably," cried Charles, joyfully. "But when will
Captain Rooker sail?"

"To-night," replied Careless. "To-morrow, I hope your majesty will be
at Swansea. Once there, you cannot fail to secure a passage to
France."

"Yes, I shall feel perfectly safe at Swansea. But where am I to
embark?"

"I am unable to inform your majesty at this moment. All I know is,
that Captain Rooker means to send his lugger down the Avon to-day, and
the vessel will wait for us at some point where we can safely go on
board. Come to Bristol to-night, and then I shall be able to give you
exact information."

"You have forestalled my plans," said Charles. "I had arranged with
Pope, the butler at Abbots Leigh, who turns out to be a trusty fellow,
to go to Bristol to-night, and we meant to visit the Dolphin."

"Then let that tavern be our place of rendezvous," rejoined Careless.
"We will meet there at nine o'clock to-night. And now, unless your
majesty has some further commands for me, I will take my departure."

"I have nothing more to say," said the king. "At nine o'clock expect
me at the Dolphin."

Thereupon, Careless mounted his steed, and bowing profoundly to the
king, rode down the avenue.

When he had disappeared, Charles turned and walked slowly towards the
house. On arriving there, he repaired at once to the butler's pantry,
where he found Pope, and acquainted him with the arrangements made by
Careless. The butler approved of the plan, and thought it could be
safely carried out.

Later on in the day the king had an opportunity of conferring with
Jane Lane, who did not seek to disguise her uneasiness when she was
informed of the scheme.

"I pray that your majesty may not be drawn into some snare," she said.
"I have great fears that the captain of the lugger may prove
treacherous."

"Why should you distrust him?" cried Charles. "Careless has perfect
faith in his honesty."

"I can give no reason for my suspicions," she replied, "and I hope
they may prove groundless. Zeal for your majesty makes me anxious.
Pray allow me to consult with Mr. Norton."

"No," replied the king, in a decided tone. "'Tis needless to do so."

"Your majesty, I am sure, has not a more devoted follower than Major
Careless. But he may be deceived."

"Tut! these are idle fears!" exclaimed Charles. "I never knew you so
timorous before. Ordinarily, you are full of courage."

"I cannot conquer my apprehensions, sire. I have a presentiment of
ill, and I beseech you to listen to me."

"I can scarcely think that it is the high-spirited Jane Lane who
speaks to me thus," said the king.

"Think of me as you please, my liege, but follow my counsel," she
rejoined. "Again, I entreat you to let me consult with Mr. Norton."

"No--no--no," cried Charles. "Not till I am gone will I allow you to
tell him who has been his guest."

Nothing more passed between them.

The prospect of immediate escape, now held out to the king, threw him
into such a state of excitement, that he felt it almost impossible to
continue to play the sick man, and in order to avoid observation, he
withdrew to his chamber, and remained there till evening, all his time
being occupied in watching the sails on the broad estuary of the
Severn.



Chapter 7. THE TAVERN-KEEPER AND THE SKIPPER

In the good old times supper was generally served at an hour which
would not now be deemed particularly late for dinner, and after he had
finished his attendance at the evening meal, Pope, who had obtained
leave from his master to go to Bristol, set out with the king.

Charles had no opportunity of bidding Jane farewell, but she sent him
a message by the butler, expressing her heartfelt wishes for his
success. Though it was nearly dark at the time that he and Pope
started on their expedition, and the gloom was greatly increased by
the thickness of the woods into which they had plunged, the butler was
well acquainted with the road, so that they were in no danger of
taking a wrong course.

However, it was a relief when they emerged from the thicket, and
gained the open ground, known as Stokeleigh Camp. As they reached the
verge of the steep upland, the valley, deeply ploughed by the Avon,
lay before them, while the lights of the city were distinguishable in
the distance. Descending from this eminence, they pursued their course
along the bank of the river, and met with no interruption.

"The tide is flowing," observed Pope. "Two hours hence the channel
will be full. The moon will have risen by that time, and then there
will be light enough for your majesty's business."

"It is quite light enough now, methinks," said Charles.

"It is pitch dark at this moment in the gorge of the Avon," rejoined
Pope.

Presently, they drew near St. Mary Redcliffe's pile, the outline of
which noble fabric could only be discerned through the gloom.

They then entered a narrow street skirted on either side by old timber
houses, and leading towards one of the city gates, which took its name
from the church they had just passed. Pope readily satisfied the guard
at Redcliffe-gate, and entering the city they proceeded towards the
bridge.

At that hour there were few people in the streets, which were almost
dark owing to the overhanging stories of the old houses. Just after
they had crossed the bridge and entered High-street, they encountered
the city watch, which had begun to make its rounds, and were
challenged by the captain, but allowed to pass on.

Shortly after this encounter, Pope turned into a narrow street on the
left, and descending it, they had nearly reached the quay, when Pope
stopped, and pointed to a tavern on the right, above the open door of
which hung a lamp that cast a feeble glimmer on the footway.

"That is the Dolphin, my liege," he said.

Charles looked at the house for a few moments, as if debating within
himself what he should do, and then said:

"Go in first. I will follow."

Pope obeyed, and went into the tavern, Charles keeping close behind
him. On crossing the threshold they found themselves in a large, low-
roofed, old-fashioned room, in which a number of seafaring men were
seated at small tables drinking and smoking. The room was so dimly
lighted, besides being filled with tobacco-smoke, that the whole of
the guests could not be clearly distinguished, but amongst them were
three or four individuals, whose puritanical garb and tall steeple-
crowned hats showed that they were sectaries.

Besides these there were a couple of troopers.

On making this discovery, Charles felt inclined to beat a hasty
retreat, and would have done so, if the tavern-keeper, David Price,
who had been watching them, had not come forward, and beckoning them
to follow him, ushered them into a small inner room, where they found
Careless and a stout-built personage, whose appearance answered to the
description Charles had received of Captain Rooker.

Tall glasses and a big bowl of sack and sugar, or "Bristol Milk" as it
was termed, were set on the table, and light was afforded by a lamp.

Careless saluted the new-comers on their entrance, and begged them to
be seated, but nothing passed till David Price had quitted the room.

"This is Captain Rooker," said Careless. "He has engaged to give us a
passage to Swansea."

"Ay, it's all right," cried the captain, in rough but cheery accents.
"My lugger has already gone down the river, and we shall follow her as
soon as the tide suits, and that will be in about two hours. The
current will then be running down quickly. If so be you don't like to
embark on the quay, I can take you up somewhere lower down--say at the
Gorge of the Avon."

"That's a long way off," observed Charles. "What's your reason for
wishing us to embark at that place, captain?"

"Because it's the safest spot I know of," returned Booker. "You need
have no fear of any one lying in wait for you there."

"No, we'll make sure of that," observed the king, glancing
significantly at Careless.

"Hark ye, captain," said the latter, "you and I must not part company
till we reach Swansea."

"Why, you don't doubt me?" cried the skipper, gruffly.

"No, I don't doubt you, but I won't let you out of my sight. We will
arrange it in this way. You and I will start from the quay, and we
will take up the others as proposed."

"Well, I'm agreeable," said the skipper. "But I understood that a
young lady was going with you. Is she to be left behind?"

"No," replied Careless. "My friend will bring her with him. You will
find her near the high cross on St. Augustine's Green," he added to
Charles. "I would go there myself, but--"

"You don't want to leave me," supplied the skipper, with a laugh.

"Ay, that's just it," said Careless. "It won't make much difference to
you," he continued, again addressing the king. "You need not come
back. You can embark on the right bank of the river."

"Just as easily as on the left," remarked Captain Booker, "if you can
only get down the cliffs without breaking your neck."

"I will guide him," said Pope. "I know the path down the rocks."

"Well, the place will suit me," said Charles. "So you may look out for
us at the entrance of the gorge, captain." Then, bending towards
Careless, he added, in a low tone, "Don't lose sight of this man."

"Depend on me," replied Careless, in the same tone.

No one but Captain Rooker was aware that all that had passed had been
overheard by David Price, who, on going forth, had left the door
slightly ajar. The cunning rascal had now heard quite enough, and,
fearful of being detected, crept cautiously away.

He was only just in time, for almost immediately afterwards Charles
and Pope quitted the room. David Price attended them to the door, and
after watching them for a moment or two, as they proceeded towards the
quay, he beckoned to the troopers, whom we have mentioned as being
among the guests. They were expecting the summons, and instantly
joined him.

Meanwhile, the king and Pope had crossed the quay, and calling for a
boat, were taken to the other side of the Frome.

As soon as the boat returned from this job, the two troopers, each of
whom was armed with a carabine, and had a brace of pistols in his
belt, jumped into it, and ordered the waterman to take them across.

The man prepared to obey, but by some accident got foul of another
boat, causing a slight delay, which exasperated the troopers. They
rated him soundly, but their anger did not mend matters, for he moved
with the greatest deliberation.



Chapter 8. ST. AUGUSTINE'S GREEN

Wholly unconscious that they were followed, the king and his attendant
mounted the eminence on which stood St. Augustine's Church. By this
time the moon had risen, and its beams silvered the tower and roof of
the majestic edifice. Before entering St. Augustine's Green--now known
as College Green--a large quadrangular piece of ground bordered by
trees, spread out in front of the cathedral, Charles cast a glance at
the city, which, viewed from this elevation, with its walls, ancient
habitations, and church towers, illumined by the moon's radiance,
presented a striking picture. While gazing in this direction he
noticed two troopers at the foot of the hill, who had evidently just
crossed over from the quay, but they did not excite his apprehension.

The moon being at the back of the collegiate church, the broad black
shadow of the venerable pile was thrown upon the green, reaching
almost as far as the high cross which stood in the centre of the
enclosure. As Charles walked towards the cross he saw a female figure
hurry away, and enter the alley of trees that bordered the green on
the west. He instantly followed, and found Dame Gives.

"Why did you fly from me?" he asked.

"I was not certain that it was your majesty," she rejoined. "The
person with you is a stranger to me."

"He is a faithful adherent whom I have found at Abbots Leigh," replied
Charles. "I could not bring Major Careless with me, for he is
otherwise occupied, but you will see him anon."

And he then proceeded to explain that Careless had been left to look
after the master of the lugger.

"Heaven grant that all may go well!" she exclaimed. "How rejoiced I
shall be when your majesty is safe at Swansea!"

"You will be still more pleased when we are all safe in France," said
Charles.

"I do not think I shall ever arrive there, sire," she rejoined, sadly.
"I am not usually downhearted, as you know. But I am so low-spirited
to-night that I think you will be better without me."

"No, no," cried Charles. "Go you must. Major Careless will be
miserable if you are left behind."

"Nay, I don't desire to make him miserable," she rejoined, forcing a
laugh. "Whatever may happen I will go. But I will tell your majesty
why I feel so uneasy. While I was standing under the shadow of the
church a dark figure approached me, and at first I thought it was
Major Careless, whom I expected. A strange terror seized me. The
figure slowly and noiselessly advanced, and as it drew near the blood
froze in my veins, and my heart ceased to beat, for I saw that it was
Urso. Yes, it was Urso, come from the grave to torment me! His face
was the face of a corpse, but his eyes gleamed with preternatural
brightness. I tried to fly, but I continued chained to the spot. The
phantom approached--and oh, horror! it stood close beside me, and
these words, uttered in a sepulchral tone, reached my ear: 'I have
come to summon you.' For a moment my senses seemed to desert me. When
I recovered, the phantom was gone."

"'Twas the delusion of an over-excited imagination," observed Charles,
who nevertheless was powerfully impressed by the relation.

"No, sire," she replied, shuddering. "I could not be deceived. I saw
Urso too plainly. Nothing could equal the horror with which he
inspired me. Death would be dreadful indeed if I must rejoin him."

There was a pause, during which Charles made no remark, for, in spite
of himself, he felt a sense of terror creeping over him.

At length Dame Gives broke the silence:

"As soon as I regained the use of my limbs," she said, "I went to
yonder chapel," pointing to a small sacred structure on the eastern
side of the green, "and finding the door open I went in, and kneeling
down, prayed fervently. Since then I have felt greatly relieved, and
prepared for whatever may ensue."

"'Tis a mere trick of fancy," cried Charles. "But, despite the fancied
summons, you must go with me. If we remain here longer, I shall think
I see Urso's ghost myself."

He then called to Pope, who was standing near at hand, and bade him
lead the way to the downs. Marching in advance, the butler took them
to the further end of the green, and then commenced another steep
ascent. Dame Gives still felt rather faint, and required the aid of
the king's arm in mounting the hill. Not one of the party was aware
that they were cautiously followed by the two troopers.



Chapter 9. THE GORGE OF THE AVON

They had now gained an eminence, at that time nothing more than a bare
down, but now covered with streets, squares, and terraces, and forming
the charming suburb of Clifton. From this lofty point the whole of the
city could be descried, bathed in moonlight, and presenting a very
striking picture.

After a few minutes' rest, Dame Gives seemed to have recovered from
the fatigue of the steep ascent, and walked on briskly over the
elastic turf. Though they were on a very lofty elevation, they had not
as yet reached the crown of the hill, which was then surmounted by a
watch-tower, but they walked to this point, and avoiding the watch-
tower, entered a wide open space, partly surrounded by earthworks,
which had once formed a Roman camp.

A most remarkable scene now lay before them, the picturesque effect of
which was heightened by the moonlight. From the giddy height they had
attained they looked down upon the Avon, flowing in its deep channel
between two walls of rocks, evidently riven asunder, ages ago, by some
convulsion of nature. This marvellous chasm, than which nothing can be
grander, is known as the Gorge of the Avon. Bushes and small trees
springing from the interstices of the lofty and shelving rocks added
materially to its beauty. In appearance the uplands on either side of
the gorge were totally different. The heights on which the king and
his companions stood were wild, and only covered with patches of
gorse, while those on the opposite side were crowned with the thickets
in the midst of which Abbots Leigh was situated. Divided for long
centuries, as we have said, these towering cliffs have been once more
united by a light and beautiful bridge suspended over the abyss at
such a height that the tallest ship can pass beneath it.

From the lofty point on which Charles stood the course of the Avon
from Bristol to the rocky gorge could be distinctly traced in the
moonlight, except in places where the river was obscured by a slight
haze that gathered over it. The upper part of the cliffs was illumined
by the moon, but her beams could not penetrate their mysterious and
gloomy depths. Lower down, where the chasm widened, and the cliffs
were further apart, the river could be seen rushing on to join the
Severn. A strange and fascinating picture, which the king contemplated
with great interest.

Meanwhile, the troopers had gained the summit of the hill, and
concealed themselves behind the watch-tower.

"There is the boat!" exclaimed Pope, pointing to a dark object
distinguishable in the river about three hundred yards from the
entrance of the gorge.

Charles listened intently, and, in the deep stillness that prevailed,
felt sure he heard the plash of oars.

"'Tis the boat, no doubt," he cried.

"Shall we go down to meet it?" inquired Pope.

Charles signified his assent.

"Your majesty will please to be careful," continued Pope. "The descent
is somewhat perilous."

"You hear what he says, fair mistress," remarked Charles to Dame
Gives.

Struck by her extreme paleness, he added:

"Let me help you to descend."

But she thankfully declined the gracious offer.

Pope then led them along the edge of the precipitous cliffs, till he
arrived at a spot where the bank was not quite so steep, and was
fringed with bushes.

"Here is the path, my liege," he exclaimed. "Follow me, and proceed
cautiously, I beseech you. A false step might prove fatal."

He then plunged amid the bushes, and was followed by Charles. Close
behind the king came Dame Gives.

Their movements had been watched by the troopers, who carefully marked
the spot where they commenced the descent, and in another minute were
cautiously following them.

The path taken by Pope brought those whom he conducted among the rocks
lower down, and here Charles gave a helping hand to Dame Gives, and
saved her from the consequences of more than one unlucky slip; but
nothing worse occurred, and they all reached the bottom of the cliff
in safety.

They were now at the entrance of the gorge, and the river, confined by
the rocks, was sweeping rapidly past them through its narrow deep
channel.

Charles was gazing at the darkling current and at the towering cliffs,
that filled him with a sense of awe, when Pope called out that the
boat was at hand.

Next moment it came up, and Captain Rooker, who had been rowing,
leaped ashore and made it fast to the stump of a tree. Careless did
not land, but helped Dame Gives into the boat, and Charles was about
to follow, when shouts were heard, and the two troopers rushed towards
them.

Jumping into the boat, Charles ordered Hooker to set her free. But the
skipper paid no attention to the command.

"Thou art taken in the toils, Charles Stuart," he cried. "As an
instrument in accomplishing thy capture, I shall receive my reward."

"Be this the reward of thy treachery, villain," cried Careless.

And drawing a pistol from his belt, he shot him through the head.

As the traitor fell to the ground, Pope unloosed the rope, and set the
boat free, jumping into it, as he pushed it from the bank. At the same
moment, Charles seized the oars, and propelling the boat into the
middle of the stream it was swept down by the rapid current.

Unluckily, it had to pass near the troopers, and they shouted to the
king, who was now plying the oars, to stop; but as he disregarded the
order, they both discharged their carabines at him, and he must have
been killed, if Dame Gives had not suddenly risen, and placing herself
before him, received the shots. The devoted young woman fell back
mortally wounded into the arms of Careless, who was seated near her.

"Are you much hurt?" he cried, in accents of despair.

"Hurt to death," she rejoined, faintly. "I have not many moments left
of life. I knew this would be, and am prepared for it. Farewell for
ever!"

Uttering these words, she breathed her last sigh, and her head
declined upon Careless's shoulder.

"She has died for me!" exclaimed Charles. "'Tis a sad and sudden
ending, but she anticipated her doom."

"Anticipated it, sire! How mean you?" cried Careless.

"I will explain hereafter, if we escape," said Charles.

Several more shots were fired by the troopers, but no one was hurt.
The current swept the boat down so rapidly that those within it were
soon out of reach of harm.

"What will you do?" said Charles to Careless.

"I know not," rejoined the other, distractedly. "But I will never rest
till I have avenged her. But think not of me, my liege. Save yourself.
If you go further down the river, you will most assuredly fall into
some new danger."

"I might venture to advise your majesty," said Pope, "I would
recommend you to land as soon as possible, and return at once to
Abbots Leigh."

"Thy advice is good," rejoined Charles. "But what is to be done with
the unfortunate victim of this treacherous design? How is she to be
disposed of?"

"Leave her to me, sire," replied Careless. "Again, I implore you to
save yourself. Return to Abbots Leigh, as Pope suggests. If she could
speak," he added, solemnly, looking at the lifeless figure, which he
still held in his arms, "she would urge you to take this course!"

"If you will consent to keep Pope with you, to assist you in your
mournful task, I will go--not otherwise," said Charles.

"Be it so, my liege," replied Careless.

During this colloquy, the boat was carried rapidly through the gorge,
and had now reached the point where the chasm grew wider and the
cliffs were further apart.

Looking out for a favourable point to land, Charles drew near the left
bank of the river, and Pope, jumping ashore, quickly fastened the boat
to a tree.

Charles followed, but for some time could not make up his mind to
depart.

At last, however, he yielded to the entreaties of Careless, who
besought him earnestly to go, urging that his stay would only endanger
himself, and ascending the cliffs, he made his way alone through the
woods to Abbots Leigh.




Book the seventh: Trent.



Chapter 1. OF THE VENGEANCE TAKEN BY CARELESS ON THE TROOPERS

Not without great difficulty did Charles succeed in reaching Abbots
Leigh after his perilous adventure in the gorge of the Avon. More than
once he got lost in the wood, and had just resolved to lie down at the
foot of a tree and wait for dawn, when he caught a glimpse of the
mansion. Before they parted Pope had advised him to take refuge for a
few hours in the stable, explaining how he could obtain admittance to
that building even if the door should be locked; and acting upon this
counsel the king proceeded thither at once, and having got inside as
directed, threw himself upon a heap of clean straw, and presently fell
fast asleep. About five o'clock in the morning he was roused from his
slumbers by some one who shook him gently, and when he opened his eyes
he beheld Pope and Careless standing near him. The latter looked
haggard and worn in the grey light of morning.

Half stupefied by the profound slumber in which his faculties had been
wrapped, Charles could not for a few moments recall the events of the
preceding night, but as soon as he did so he started up, and fixing an
inquiring look on Careless, asked what had happened since he left him.

"She is avenged, and your majesty is freed from two unrelenting
enemies," replied Careless, in a sombre tone.

"I understand," said Charles. "I will ask no further questions now.
When you have had some repose, of which you must be greatly in need,
you shall give me the details."

"There is no time for converse now, my liege," interposed Pope. "I
must take you to your chamber at once. Half an hour hence the
household will be astir, and then your absence will be discovered.
Your honour must be good enough to remain here till I return," he
added to Careless, "unless you choose to mount to the loft, where you
will be perfectly safe and undisturbed."

"The loft will suit me as well as the richest chamber," rejoined
Careless. "I am so desperately fatigued that I can sleep anywhere."

And as Pope and the king quitted the stable, Careless climbed the
wooden steps that led to the loft.

Proceeding to the rear of the mansion, Pope opened a small door that
had been purposely left unbolted, and entering with the king, they
mounted a back staircase with the utmost caution, and gained Charles's
bedchamber, which was in the upper part of the house.

"Your majesty may take your full rest," said Pope; "all the servants
believe you have had a relapse of ague."

He then departed, and Charles threw himself on his couch, and soon
forgot his dangers and disappointment.

The day had made a considerable advance before the butler reappeared.

The king was awake and thoroughly rested. While assisting his majesty
to dress Pope told him that he had seen Mistress Jane Lane, and
informed her of the failure of the enterprise.

"She did not appear surprised," continued the butler, "because she had
been full of misgivings, but she was rejoiced that your majesty had
been preserved from the treacherous skipper's plots. I did not
acquaint her with the sad catastrophe that occurred, as I felt sure it
would greatly distress her. No doubt strict inquiries will be made
into the affair, but they will lead to nothing, since a clue cannot be
obtained to your majesty's retreat."

"I thought you were known to David Price, the tavern-keeper?" observed
the king.

"The rascal only knows my name, and has no idea that I am Mr. Norton's
servant. On the contrary, he believes that I dwell in Bristol. Captain
Rooker, who planned your majesty's capture with the perfidious tavern-
keeper, is gone, and the two troopers who aided them in their scheme
are likewise disposed of, as Major Careless will explain to you anon.
I only wish David Price had shared their fate. But your majesty need
have no fear of him. You are quite safe at Abbots Leigh."

"I cannot remain here longer," said Charles. "I must seek assistance
from other trusty friends. You are an old soldier, Pope, and have
served in the late wars. Do you know Colonel Francis Wyndham, the late
knight marshal's brother, and somewhile governor of Dunster Castle?"

"I know him very well, sire," replied the butler, "and I do not know a
better or a braver man, nor a more loyal subject of your majesty.
About two years ago Colonel Wyndham married Mistress Anne Gerard,
daughter and heiress of Squire Thomas Gerard, of Trent, in
Somersetshire. Since then he has gone with his wife to live at Trent.
His mother, Lady Wyndham, widow of Sir Thomas Wyndham, likewise
resides with him. As your majesty may not be acquainted with Trent, I
will describe its position. 'Tis a small secluded village, charmingly
situated, about midway between Sherborne and Yeovil, and consists of a
few scattered habitations--cottages, I ought perhaps to call them--in
the midst of which, surrounded by fine old elm-trees, stands the
ancient mansion. Close to the yard gate--within a bow-shot of the
house--is the church, a fine old pile. I know the manor-house well,
for I have often been there, and, unless I am greatly mistaken, it
contains hiding-places, in which your majesty could be securely
concealed should any search be made. The position of Trent is
extremely favourable to your plans. Not only is it out of the main
road, and extremely retired, but it is within a few hours' ride of the
coast, and I have no doubt whatever that Colonel Wyndham will be able
to procure you a vessel at Lyme Regis to transport you to France."

"Was not the colonel taken prisoner when be surrendered Dunster
Castle?"

"He was taken to Weymouth, my liege, but released on his parole, so
that he can move about without fear of arrest. Formerly he resided at
Sherborne, and was there jealously watched by the Parliamentarians,
but since his removal to Trent he has not been subjected to so much
annoyance. Your majesty may wonder that I know so much about him, but
I am well acquainted with the colonel's man, Harry Peters."

"You have decided me," cried Charles. "I will go to Trent. Major
Careless shall serve as my avant courier to apprise Colonel Wyndham
that I am coming to him."

Shortly afterwards Charles repaired to the butler's pantry, where he
breakfasted, taking care when any of the servants came in to feign
great debility.

After breakfast he proceeded to the stables, and watching his
opportunity, mounted to the loft in which he had learnt from Pope that
Careless was concealed.

A slight signal brought out his faithful follower, whose altered looks
and manner could not fail to grieve the king. Careless's natural
gaiety seemed to have entirely deserted him, and had given place to a
gloomy, almost stern, expression.

"I am at your majesty's orders," he said, saluting the king
respectfully. "Is there aught I can do?"

"You look so ill," rejoined Charles, in accents of deep concern, "that
I hesitate to put your devotion to further test. You need repose. Take
it, and we will talk further."

"Action will cure me sooner than rest," rejoined Careless, with a
ghastly smile. "Sleep seems to shun me, or if I close my weary eyelids
for a moment, I start up again in horror."

"Ease your breast, and tell me what has happened," said the king, in
tones that bespoke his profound sympathy.

After a powerful struggle, Careless conquered his emotion sufficiently
to enable him to speak coherently, and said:

"You know what anguish I endured when she whom I loved so dearly
expired in my arms. I swore to avenge her, and I have kept my oath. No
sooner was your majesty gone than I prepared to execute my purpose,
and I found Pope, whose blood was up, well disposed to second me. From
the sounds we heard, we felt sure that the two murderous caitiffs were
still on the opposite bank of the Avon. While I laid down the body
tenderly, Pope pushed the boat to the other side of the river, and
enabled me to leap ashore. The villains were hurrying towards the
spot, and as soon as they descried me through the gloom, they both
discharged their pistols at me, but the bullets whistled past me
harmlessly. I returned the fire with better effect, for I brought down
one of them. Sword in hand, I then rushed upon the other, and a sharp
conflict took place between us. Infuriated as I was, he was no match
for me, and I drove him to the edge of the precipitous bank. He made a
desperate effort to avoid his fate, but I still pressed fiercely on,
smote him, and with a wild cry he fell backwards, and was instantly
swept away by the rapid current. Having thus executed my vengeful
task, I returned to the boat, and was quickly transported to the
opposite bank by Pope.

"But now arose the painful question--how were her loved remains to be
disposed of? I was almost distracted by the thought of leaving her.
Yet what else could be done? At last, however, the difficulty was
unexpectedly solved. Pope had fastened the boat to a tree, and had
come ashore to confer with me. We were anxiously deliberating
together, when the boat, containing her loved remains, suddenly
disappeared! It was swept away in an instant--gone beyond the
possibility of recovery. Doubtless, as Pope suggested, the rope with
which he endeavoured to secure the bark, had become loose, and so the
disaster occurred. But I looked upon it then--as I regard it now--as a
cruel stroke of fate, by which I was deprived of the sad consolation
of seeing her decently interred."

There was a pause, during which Charles showed by his looks how
profoundly he sympathised with his attendant.

"Fear not, she will find a grave," he said, at length.

"It may be so," rejoined Careless. "But I shall never know where she
lies."

"Banish the painful thought from your mind," said Charles. "You cannot
do more than you have done. My firm conviction is that she will find a
resting-place in some quiet churchyard, and not at the bottom of the
deep as you seem to dread."

"I will strive to think so," rejoined Careless. Again forcibly
repressing his emotion, he added in a firm voice, "Your majesty has
some commands for me?"

"You know Colonel Francis Wyndham, I think? He now resides at Trent,
in Somersetshire, and I intend to seek an asylum in his house. Do you
approve of the plan?"

"Perfectly, my liege. Frank Wyndham is a staunch Royalist. You will be
quite secure with him."

"I am glad to hear you say so, though I did not doubt his loyalty. You
must ride on to Trent, and advise him of my coming."

"Give me till to-morrow, my liege, and I shall be ready to set out.
Were I to start to-day, I might break down on the road."



Chapter 2. HOW JANE LAKE AGREED TO ATTEND THE KING TO TRENT

Quitting the stable, Charles repaired to the butler's pantry, where he
found Pope. When the latter was informed of the arrangements made he
undertook to provide Major Careless with a horse for his journey to
Trent.

"It will be merely necessary to inform Mr. Norton," said the butler,
"that a fugitive Cavalier has taken refuge here, and requires to be
passed on to the coast. The worthy gentleman will afford him every
assistance, and ask no questions."

While they were still conversing, Jane Lane entered the room, and
expressed her sincere delight at seeing his majesty safe back again.

"You have proved a true prophetess," Charles said. "You foretold that
the attempt would fail, and it has failed. Henceforth, I will be
guided by you."

"Then since your majesty permits me to speak, I will venture to say
that the plan which Pope tells me you have decided upon is the best
that could be adopted. No doubt you will be able to reach Trent
without greater difficulties than you have hitherto encountered, and
which you have so successfully overcome, and I trust, through Colonel
Wyndham's agency, you may procure a vessel to transport you to
France."

"To insure me a safe journey to Trent you must accompany me, Jane.
Once there I will not tax your services further. Why this hesitation?
Surely, you will not fail me at this important juncture?"

"I am bound to obey your commands in all things--"

"But you do not like to go with me to Trent. 'Tis but a two days'
journey from this place."

"'Tis not the distance, sire. I would willingly attend your majesty to
the furthest point of your kingdom, if you desired me to do so, but--"

"What means this hesitation, Jane? 'Tis scarcely consistent with your
previous noble conduct, which led me to suppose that I might rely upon
you to the last. Well, I will put no constraint upon you. I will go
alone."

"Forgive me, sire," she cried, with a look of great distress. "I will
explain myself. A special messenger has just brought me a letter from
Sir Clement Fisher."

"Does he forbid your further attendance upon me?" observed Charles,
coldly. "Is his authority paramount to mine?"

"I have just said that I will obey you in all things, my liege," she
rejoined, in tones that bespoke her trouble. "And do not, I beseech
you, blame Sir Clement. He is as deeply devoted to your majesty as I
am myself."

"Till now, I thought so."

"Think so still, sire. Sir Clement is a loyal gentleman, and will
sacrifice his life for you; but even for his king he will not
sacrifice his honour."

"His honour!" exclaimed Charles, startled. "I demand no such
sacrifice. Ha! I understand," he added, as a light suddenly broke upon
him. "He is fearful that evil and calumnious tongues may seek to
blemish your spotless reputation."

"Your majesty has divined the truth," she replied, casting down her
eyes.

"I might have guessed it before. But I judged Sir Clement differently.
I deemed him superior to the ordinary run of men. Aware as he is of
the feelings by which you have been actuated--confident as he must be
of your rectitude of principles--how could a single doubt cross his
mind?"

"You do him an injustice, my liege. Sir Clement's confidence in me is
unshaken. But he fears that others may not view my conduct in the same
light."

"There is a spice of jealousy in this," thought the king.

"In the letter which I have just received from him," pursued Jane,
"Sir Clement informs me that he is about to start for Abbots Leigh
forthwith, and begs me to await his coming."

"I would not have you do otherwise," rejoined Charles. "I am glad he
has so decided. His presence will silence all scandal. When do you
expect him?"

"To-morrow, sire. I am sure he will be delighted to escort you to
Trent."

"His satisfaction will not be diminished by your companionship,"
remarked Charles, smiling. "No doubt you will have a great many things
to say to each other, and that I may not interfere with the
conversation, a slight change shall be made in our arrangements. If
another horse can be procured, you shall no longer ride behind me."

"Mr. Norton has plenty of horses in his stable, and will lend me one,
I am quite sure," she rejoined. "But it is not necessary to make any
change on my account."

"Nay, let it be so," said Charles. "You will enjoy much greater
freedom. I shall still continue to act as your groom."

"The disguise has hitherto served your majesty so well that I should
be sorry if you abandoned it."

"'Twould be highly imprudent to do so," rejoined Charles. "If I reach
Trent in safety, I may be compelled to play some new part. Till then I
shall continue to be Will Jones. In the expectation of Sir Clement's
early arrival, I will send off Major Careless to-morrow to announce my
coming to Colonel Wyndham. The rest I leave to you."

"And your majesty may rely upon my making all needful arrangements
with Mr. Norton. When do you desire to set out for Trent?"

"Nay, you must consult Sir Clement," observed the king, with a smile.
"But should it suit him, we will start on the day after his arrival."

"Your majesty's wishes will be his law," replied Jane.



Chapter 3. COLONEL FRANCIS WYNDHAM, OF TRENT

Understanding from Pope that a fugitive Cavalier had sought shelter at
Abbots Leigh, Mr. Norton had a private interview with his guest, and
on learning his name, offered him all the assistance in his power.

Thanking him most heartily, Careless said if he would provide him with
a horse he would esteem it a very great favour.

"What is more, Mr. Norton," he added, "you will materially serve the
king."

"Since it is for his majesty's service," replied Mr. Norton, "you
shall have the best horse in my stable. Return him or not, as may suit
your convenience."

"I shall not fail to acquaint his majesty with your zeal in his
behalf, sir," said Careless. "He is well aware of your attachment to
him."

"I only wish I had a better opportunity of proving my loyalty, sir. I
pray you say as much to the king. I will not ask questions which you
may be unwilling to answer, but I shall unfeignedly rejoice to hear
that his majesty has escaped."

"I trust it will not be long before you receive that satisfactory
intelligence, sir," said Careless. "And I am sure it will gratify you
to reflect that you have contributed to so desirable a result. When
next we meet I hope I may salute you as Sir George Norton."

"I hope so, too, sir," rejoined the other; "for in that case his
majesty will have been restored to the throne."

After this interview Careless was not allowed to return to his place
of concealment in the stable, but was lodged in a chamber in the upper
part of the house, not far from the room occupied by the king, so that
they had an opportunity of conferring together.

At a very early hour on the following morning Careless started on his
mission. He was well mounted, for Mr. Norton had strictly fulfilled
his promise, and given him his best horse. In his present distracted
frame of mind, nothing could have suited the king's faithful adherent
better than the task he had undertaken, as he hoped that hard exercise
would enable him to shake off the painful idea by which he was
haunted.

He rode on throughout the day, halting only when it was necessary to
refresh his steed. Fortunately, he met with no hindrance, though once
or twice he was compelled to quit the direct course. His last halt was
at Sherborne, and he was then nearly at the end of his journey.

A pleasant ride of a few miles from this charming old town brought him
to a secluded little village, consisting only of a few scattered
cottages, in the midst of which stood an antique church.

This was Trent. It was growing dusk as he approached the village, and
the place was so surrounded by trees that he could only just discern
the spire of the church. But he knew that in the midst of those lofty
elms stood the old manor-house, of which he was in quest, so he rode
on without making any inquiries from the few rustics he encountered.

Pursuing his course along a narrow winding lane, overhung by trees,
and skirted here and there by a cottage, having whitewashed walls and
a grey thatched roof, he came to the church, close to which stood the
old manor-house--a large, low building, solidly constructed of stone,
with shingled roof, mullioned windows, and an entrance covered by a
penthouse. This was the rear of the mansion, but the front looked upon
a smooth lawn, bordered, as we have said, by lofty elm-trees,
inhabited by a colony of rooks.

Trent House was not approached by an avenue, and to this circumstance
it chiefly owed its extreme privacy. The entrance being at the rear
was reached from a large yard, differing very little, except in size,
from the enclosure ordinarily attached to a substantial farm-house. On
the right of the yard were the stables and other outbuildings.

Careless had pulled up at the gate, and was contemplating the old
house, and thinking how well adapted it was as a place of refuge for
the king, when a serving-man, who was crossing the yard from the
stables, noticed him, and at once came up to ascertain his business.
As the man drew near he recognised Major Careless, and saluting him
respectfully, addressed him by name.

"Your honour has forgotten me, I make no doubt," he said, taking off
his cap as he spoke. "I am Harry Peters, and was once your groom."

"Nay, I have not forgotten thee, Harry," replied Careless. "I am glad
to find thee here, for I know thee to be a trusty fellow, and thou
may'st be of use to me, and to another beside me. Is Colonel Wyndham
at home?" And as Peters responded in the affirmative, he added,
"That's well; open the gate, and let me in. Now go tell thy master
that Mr. Morton desires to speak with him."

"Had I not better announce your honour correctly?"

"Do as I bid thee," said Careless.

And Peters departed.

Left alone Careless dismounted, awaiting Colonel Wyndham's appearance.
In a minute or two afterwards the colonel came out of the house and
marched towards him.

The former governor of Dunster Castle was a remarkably fine-looking
man, in the prime of life, and, though plainly attired, had a very
distinguished air, and looked like one accustomed to command.

When within a few yards of the stranger he suddenly stopped, and
exclaimed:

"Why, how is this? My man said that Mr. Morton, of whom I know
nothing, and never heard of before, desired to see me, but I find it
is my old friend Will Careless."

"Yes, 'tis I, in good truth, Frank," replied the other, laughing. "But
I had reasons for the disguise, as I will explain anon."

"You are welcome to Trent, Will--right welcome--under whatever name
you come," said Colonel Wyndham, heartily. "Take Mr. Morton's horse to
the stable," he added to Peters. "Now come in with me, and I will
present you to my wife and mother."

"Hold a moment, Frank," cried Careless. "I must have a word with you.
When you have heard what I have to say, you will judge what best to be
done. I come from the king."

Colonel Wyndham started back, and uttered an exclamation of joy and
surprise.

"You amaze me!" he cried. "We heard that his majesty was slain at
Worcester."

"'Twas a false report, invented by the enemy," replied Careless. "Not
only is the king alive an well, but he is coming to take refuge with
you here at Trent."

"By Heaven, I am glad to hear it!" cried the colonel. "No news could
please me better-nay, not half so well. As the bearer of such joyful
tidings thou art doubly welcome, Will. And think not there is need of
secrecy. I will answer my womankind as I would for myself. Of my
mother, Lady Wyndham, I need not speak, for you know her."

"And know her to be loyal," remarked Careless.

"My wife is just as loyal," pursued the colonel. "And my fair cousin,
Juliana Coningsby, is as loyal as my wife. They have been profoundly
grieved by the rumour I have just alluded to of the king's death; but
Juliana refused to credit it, and maintained her confident belief that
he is still living, and will be restored to the throne."

"'Tis clear from what you say, Frank, that there will be no risk in
communicating the secret to your ladies."

"Fear nothing. Women can keep a secret as well as we men can--better,
perhaps. My household consists of some twenty persons, and I firmly
believe there is not a traitor among them."

"That is much to say. Yet 'twill be best not to try their fidelity.
There is one honest fellow, I'll be sworn--Harry Peters."

"Peters is not an exception--they are all honest. But come in. I am
anxious to acquaint the ladies with the good news respecting the
king."

He then took Careless into the house, and led him to a parlour, which
was lighted by a lamp placed on the table. In this room three ladies
were assembled, two of them being young, and engaged on some feminine
occupation, while the third and oldest of the party was reading a
devotional work.

The elderly dame, as will be surmised, was the colonel's mother. Lady
Wyndham had a stately figure and a dignified deportment, and though
her finely formed features bore the impress of age, they were still
regular in outline. Her costume belonged to an earlier period, and
suited her well. Her daughter-in-law, Mrs. Wyndham, the heiress to
whom the colonel owed Trent, possessed considerable personal
attractions--magnificent black eyes and luxuriant black tresses.

A striking contrast to Mrs. Wyndham was Juliana Coningsby--a charming
blonde, with summer blue eyes, delicately formed features, snow-white
skin, and light locks. When she smiled--and she smiled very
frequently--two rows of exquisite pearls were displayed. Juliana was
just nineteen, and our description would be incomplete if we did not
add that her figure was slight and exceedingly graceful.

Careless's appearance caused some excitement among the company. As we
have intimated, he was known to Lady Wyndham, who received him very
cordially, and after he had said a few words to her he was presented
in due form to the other ladies.

When the presentation had taken place, Colonel Wyndham remarked:

"Major Careless brings us very good news. The rumour we have heard of
the king's death at Worcester is utterly unfounded. His majesty is
safe and well."

"I can vouch for that, since I only left him this morning," added
Careless.

Joyful exclamations arose from all. Juliana clapped her hands
together, and called out:

"I knew it! I knew the king was safe. Nothing would persuade me to the
contrary. And I am just as sure now that he will escape his enemies,
and regain the throne."

"His majesty will be delighted to find he has such a zealous
partisan," observed Careless, smiling at her vivacity. "You must give
him the assurance from your own lips."

"I should like to have an opportunity of doing so," she rejoined.

"Then your wish will be speedily gratified, Juliana," said Colonel
Wyndham. "You will very soon have an opportunity of conversing with
the king."

His wife and Lady Wyndham were greatly surprised by the announcement,
and questioned him as to its meaning by their looks; but Juliana
called out:

"You are jesting with me, Frank."

"Not so," he rejoined. "But I won't keep you longer in suspense. Learn
then that the king is coming here."

"His majesty coming to Trent!" exclaimed Juliana, again clapping her
hands. "Oh! that is delightful. I have longed so much to see him."

"Moderate yourself my love," said Mrs. Wyndham, who looked scarcely
less pleased.

"You are his majesty's harbinger, I suppose?" said Lady Wyndham to
Careless.

"Your ladyship is right," he replied. "I have attended the king ever
since the great disaster at Worcester. Several attempts which he has
made to escape to France, have been frustrated, and he has therefore
resolved to abide a time when the vigilance of his enemies shall
relax. With this design he has fixed upon Trent House as a retreat,
feeling well assured that he has not a more devoted adherent than
Colonel Francis Wyndham."

"His majesty has formed a just opinion of my son," said Lady Wyndham.
"He will be quite safe under his roof."

"Women are not generally trusted with important secrets," observed
Mrs. Wyndham. "But his majesty need fear no indiscretion on our part.
Juliana is sometimes rather thoughtless, but she will now see the
necessity of keeping strict guard upon her tongue."

"I have never yet had a secret confided to me," said the young lady in
question; "but if everybody is as careful as I shall be his majesty
won't be in much danger."

"I have already assured Major Careless that the servants can be relied
upon," said Colonel Wyndham.

"Yes, they are all perfectly faithful and honest," said his wife. "But
of course every precaution shall be observed."

"His majesty shall have my room," said Lady Wyndham. "I will describe
it to you, Major. Careless, and then you will judge of its fitness for
the purpose. It is not in this part of the house, but is situated
above the kitchen. It is reasonably large, and loftier than you would
expect, because the ceiling is raised into the roof and supported by
oaken rafters. On either side are lattice windows which look into the
garden and command the yard, so that his majesty would be made
immediately aware of the arrival of any dangerous visitor. The room is
wainscoted with old oak, and at one end is a secret closet in which
the king could take refuge. But this is not all. A movable board
within the closet affords access to a short, narrow staircase
contrived in the wall, by means of which an outbuilding can be gained,
and thus any search may be eluded. I must not omit to mention that in
the principal room there is a small cupboard, concealed by a sliding
panel, and in this cupboard wine and provisions may be stored. But you
must see the room yourself. No other apartment in the house offers
such facilities for concealment and flight."

"Your ladyship's description is so clear," said Careless, "that I need
not see the room to decide that it is exactly suitable to the king's
present requirements. My only concern is that you should be obliged to
relinquish it."

"Poh! that is a mere trifle," exclaimed the loyal old dame. "I would
give up all I possess to benefit his majesty. I shall easily find
another room."

"You shall have mine, dear aunt," cried Juliana, eagerly.

"When is his majesty's arrival to be expected?" inquired Colonel
Wyndham.

"He is staying at Abbots Leigh, near Bristol," replied Careless. "In
all probability he will leave there to-morrow morning, attended by
Mistress Jane Lane and Sir Clement Fisher, but he will not proceed
beyond Castle Cary. Early on the following day he may be looked for
here."

"All shall be ready for him," said Colonel Wyndham.

A long conversation then ensued, which it is not needful to report.
The ladies had a number of questions to ask respecting the fatal fight
at Worcester and the king's subsequent adventures, and while Careless
gratified their natural curiosity, Colonel Wyndham left the room to
give directions for the accommodation of his unexpected, though most
welcome guest. Careless's auditors listened with the deepest interest
to his vivid description of the king's hair-breadth 'scapes, but no
one was so excited by the relation as Juliana Coningsby.

From the first moment when she beheld the king's faithful messenger,
Juliana had been struck by his appearance, but when he recounted some
stirring incident in which he himself, as well as his royal master,
had taken part--when his eyes flashed, and the gloom that had hitherto
hung upon his brow was dispersed--she thought him the handsomest man
she had ever beheld, and began to feel an interest in him, such as she
had never before experienced. She was still watching his animated
countenance--still drinking in his accents--when Colonel Wyndham broke
the charm--very unpleasantly to her--by coming in, and announcing that
supper was ready. The party then adjourned to the dining-room, where a
substantial repast awaited them.



Chapter 4. JULIANA CONINGSBY

Comfortably lodged, and fatigued by his long journey, Careless slept
very soundly, and awoke in better spirits than he had felt since the
sad catastrophe in the gorge of the Avon.

On descending from his room he went forth upon the lawn in front of
the house, and was admiring the range of magnificent elms by which it
was surrounded, when Juliana Coningsby came out of the garden with a
little basket of flowers in her hand, and tripped towards him with a
light footstep across the smooth greensward.

If Careless had been struck by her beauty overnight, he was far more
impressed by it now. Her figure, we have said, was exceedingly light
and graceful, and in her very becoming morning costume, with her
blonde tresses hanging over her shoulders, and her fair complexion
slightly heightened, she looked really charming.

He had persuaded himself that he could never love again, but now that
this exquisite creature stood before him, and greeted him with the
sweetest smile imaginable, and in accents that sounded melodiously in
his ear, he began to think it possible he might do so.

Formal salutations having passed between them, she said:

"Do you know, Major Careless, I have been dreaming all night of the
king's romantic adventures, which you related to us. I quite envy Jane
Lane the part she took in them. I should consider it the greatest
privilege to attend upon his majesty."

"Jane Lane is a person of the highest courage, full of ardour and zeal
for the royal cause," replied Careless. "You must excuse my saying
that very few of your sex would have gone through what she has done."

And a slight shade crossed his features as he spoke.

"It is plain you think I could not do as much," said Juliana, in a
slight tone of pique. "But I am certain I could. To ride on a pillion
behind the king would be an event to remember all one's life. Jane
Lane must feel very proud. Is she good-looking?"

"Remarkably so," rejoined Careless. "I have seen very few persons who
can compare with her. She is not only beautiful but full of spirit.
But you will see her, for she is coming here with the king. Sir
Clement Fisher, to whom she is betrothed, will form one of the party.
Should she succeed in bringing his majesty safe to Trent, her duties
will be at an end, and you can then, if you think proper, assume her
post. The king, I am sure, will be enchanted to have so fair a
companion. But the service is not without great risk."

"There would be no excitement in it--no honour to be won--if there
were no risk," she rejoined. "I hope some circumstance may occur to
prove that I am not inferior to Jane Lane."

While thus conversing, they had moved to a part of the lawn from which
the church was visible. It has been already stated that the beautiful
old structure was quite close to the mansion, and indeed a narrow road
only divided the churchyard from the garden.

"Though the church is so near to us, and contains the family pew,"
said Juliana, "we are prevented from offering our devotions within it.
The worthy rector, the Reverend Richard Langton, has been deprived of
his benefice, and has been succeeded by an Independent minister, and
though the Reverend Lift-up-Hand Meldrum, for so he is named, may be a
very good man, we none of us care to listen to his discourses. We have
prayers at home, and Mr. Langton, who, though driven from the rectory,
still resides in the village, officiates as Colonel Wyndham's domestic
chaplain."

As Careless expressed a desire to inspect the sacred edifice, with
which he was much struck, they passed out at a small gate at the
bottom of the garden. A few steps brought them to the entrance to the
churchyard--a quiet spot, full of graves of rounded turf. On the left
of the churchyard stood the old rectory, now occupied by the
Independent minister.

On approaching the church they found the door open and walked in. The
interior of the old fabric was as beautiful as the exterior, and not
much damage had been done to its monuments, though the painted glass
in the windows had been destroyed. A hasty survey of the chancel
sufficed for Careless. As they returned through the churchyard, a
tall, sallow-complexioned personage, in a black gown and Geneva bands,
could be seen standing at the door of the rectory.

"The Reverend Lift-up-Hand Meldrum is watching us," said Juliana.
"Perhaps it would have been more prudent in you not to come here."

"It matters little, I think," said Careless. "If he is inquisitive, he
must have learnt that a stranger has arrived at the manor-house."

"Very true; but he will now discover from your attire that you are a
Cavalier."

They did not return by the garden, but entered the yard, which we have
described as contiguous to the church.

Here they found Colonel Wyndham, who was giving some orders to Peters
and another groom, and after a hearty greeting had passed between
Careless and his host, they proceeded to the stables to look at the
horses. On their return from this inspection, which occupied only a
few minutes, the colonel stopped Careless in the middle of the yard,
and bade him notice the upper windows in the projecting wing of the
house.

"Those windows belong to the room which my mother proposes to
relinquish to his majesty," he said. "Below is the kitchen, which we
will visit anon, in order that you may see how the house is arranged.
Notice the little outbuilding on the left, attached to the main
structure. 'Tis a brew-house, but it is important because the
projecting chimney which you see beyond the gable contains the secret
closet and staircase. On the other side there is an outlet to the
garden, perfectly concealed by shrubs. Now notice the penthouse in the
angle of the building. It has two arches as you will observe, and
behind each is a door, one of which affords an exit and the other an
entrance. The room which his majesty will occupy possesses the means
of exit. Now come and look at the kitchen."

So saying, he led his guest to a deeply-arched doorway near the
brewhouse, which at once admitted them to a goodly room, occupying the
entire ground floor of this part of the building. The roof was
somewhat low, but it was festooned with hams, and the kitchen
contained an enormous fireplace, at which a baron of beef or a whole
sheep might be roasted. The cook was now busily at work for breakfast,
roasting a brace of partridges, and frying eggs and bacon. Colonel
Wyndham did not disturb her in her occupation, but took Careless into
the outbuilding, and showed him how secret access might be gained to
the room above.

"I see exactly what could be done," remarked Careless. "If the house
should be searched, his majesty might come down from the room above,
and, mingling with the servants, would not be observed."

"Precisely," replied Colonel Wyndham.

They then repaired to the dining-room, where they found all the ladies
assembled. With them was the deprived rector of Trent, who dwelt in a
small cottage hard by, but generally took his meals in the house.

The Reverend Mr. Langton's manner was grave, and not devoid of
dignity, and his venerable appearance was heightened by his silver
locks. That the good man bore his losses with resignation was shown by
the placid expression of his countenance. Colonel Wyndham had already
explained to Careless that Mr. Langton must be considered as one of
the family, and that no secrets need be kept from him, adding that the
king had not a more devoted subject than the reverend gentleman.

As will be readily conceived, the king's expected visit engrossed the
thoughts of all concerned in the scheme, and preparations for his
majesty's reception were immediately commenced, though with all due
caution. Lady Wyndham removed to another room; and when Careless was
shown the antique and curious chamber she had just quitted, he
pronounced it admirably adapted to the purpose desired.

Having most successfully accomplished his mission, Careless prepared
to set out to Castle Cary, where he had appointed to meet the king,
and inform him how he had prospered. So charmed were the ladies of
Trent with the very agreeable manners of the king's handsome
messenger, that his departure would have caused them great regret if
he had not promised to return next day, in company with his royal
master.

Colonel Wyndham, attended by Harry Peters, rode with his friend as far
as Sherborne. Here they separated, and Careless pursued his journey
alone, proceeding to Milborne Port, and Wincaunton, where he halted
for a short time.

On arriving at the prettily situated little town of Castle Cary, he
put up at an inn where he thought that the king and his companions
would alight. They were not there, but he learnt that a party
answering to their description had gone to the manor-house, then
belonging to Mr. Kirton, who, it subsequently appeared, was well known
to Sir Clement Fisher.

The manor-house was situated on the further side of a hill, on which
the castle had once stood, and thither Careless proceeded on foot. He
did not make himself known at the house, as he was fortunate enough to
find the king in the stable. During the short interview he had with
his majesty, he acquainted him with the entire success of his mission,
and Charles was delighted with the description given him of Trent. In
return, the king informed his attendant that he had left Abbots Leigh
early in the morning, accompanied by Sir Clement Fisher and Jane Lane,
and had encountered no difficulty or interruption during the whole
day's journey.

"Feeling that Jane must be tired of the pillion," he said, "I induced
her to discard it. Like a discreet groom I lagged behind, and left the
lovers to enjoy their conversation unmolested, only joining them when
they seemed tired of each other's society. It would appear that Sir
Clement has been slightly jealous, though he has no reason on earth to
be so; but he is quite cured now, and I am glad of it, for he is a
most excellent fellow."

"All is well, then," said Careless, laughing. "It would have been a
sad thing if the match had been broken off. Has your majesty any
further commands for me?"

"None. We shall start betimes in the morning. You can join us a mile
or two out of the town. Good night!"

Careless then returned to the inn.



Chapter 5. HOW CHARLES ARRIVED AT FLEET

Next day, about an hour before noon, Colonel Wyndham and his lovely
cousin mounted their steeds and rode towards Sherborne to meet the
king. They had not got beyond the colonel's domain when he went into a
field to speak to some of his men, leaving Juliana beneath a tree,
which threw its branches across the road. She had been alone for a few
minutes, when a solitary horseman was seen coming from the direction
of Sherborne.

For a moment her expectations were raised, but as the horseman drew
nearer she judged from his garb and general appearance that he could
only be a farmer's son. Presently the young man rode up, and doffed
his cap respectfully. He was excessively swarthy, and his hair was
clipped very close to his head. With a certain freedom of manner,
which Juliana did not at all like, he inquired whether Colonel Wyndham
dwelt thereabouts.

"The colonel is in yonder field," she replied. "You can go to him, if
you think proper."

"No; I will wait for him here," said the young man. "If I am not
mistaken, you are his cousin, Mistress Juliana Coningsby."

The young lady regarded him haughtily, as much as to say, "What can it
matter to you who I am?"

"Nay, I meant no offence," he said, construing the look correctly. "If
you are Mistress Juliana Coningsby, as I shrewdly suspect, report has
done you scant justice."

Juliana's proud lip slightly curled.

"You are reported to be very handsome, but more might be said,
methinks," continued the young man, scarcely repressing his
admiration.

"Thou art a bold fellow to tell me this to my face," cried Juliana.

"I may be bold, but I am not a flatterer," rejoined the young man.
"Truth ought not to be disagreeable, and I have spoken nothing but
truth."

"But were I to say thou art singularly ill-favoured, it would be
truth, yet thou wouldst not like it," remarked Juliana.

"It would certainly be a poor return for my civil speech," rejoined
the young man, laughing. "But if you knew me better you might change
your opinion. I have not always been thought ill-favoured."

"They who thought thee otherwise must have been bad judges, with whom
thy impertinence might pass for wit," said Juliana. "But I will
tolerate no more of it. Stand back, and do not presume to address me
again, or I will acquaint the colonel, and he will punish thy
presumption."

"I am not aware that I have presumed, fair mistress," replied the
other. "But if you deem so, I humbly ask your pardon."

"Ah here comes the colonel," cried Juliana. "He will read thee a
wholesome lesson for thy freedom of speech."

Colonel Wyndham's approach produced a sudden change in the young man's
demeanour that astonished Juliana.

Pushing forward to the gate, he called out lustily:

"Frank, Frank! how art thou?"

At the sound of this well-known voice the colonel quickened his pace,
exclaiming joyously:

"Welcome, my liege!--welcome! I am rejoiced to see you."

"And I am equally rejoiced to see thee, Frank," cried Charles,
heartily.

"'Tis the king!" exclaimed Juliana, in mingled surprise and
consternation. "Oh, sire! pardon my excessive stupidity! I ought to
have recognised your majesty in any disguise. What appears
impertinence in a groom is only condescension in a monarch."

"Oddsfish! I have nothing to pardon," rejoined Charles, laughing. "You
have told me some home truths, that's all. I am very glad I rode on,
or I should have lost this diverting scene. Ah! here they come," he
cried, as Jane Lane and the others appeared in sight.

Next moment the new-comers rode up, and were introduced to Colonel
Wyndham and his fair cousin by Careless. The two young ladies seemed
mutually pleased with each other.

"I must explain that during your stay at Trent you are to be treated
as a near relative of the family," observed Juliana to Jane. "I shall
address you as cousin."

"An excellent arrangement," said Jane. "But my stay must of necessity
be very brief. Having brought his majesty in safety here, my duty is
fulfilled, and I shall return with Sir Clement to-morrow."

"I am sorry to hear that," said Colonel Wyndham. "I hoped you and Sir
Clement would have remained with us for a few days, but I will not
attempt to persuade you to act against your inclinations. Do exactly
as you please."

They then proceeded towards the house, and as they passed through the
village the cottagers rushed to their doors to look at the strangers,
and Charles had to enact his part carefully while he was under their
observation. The Reverend Lift-up-Hand Meldrum likewise came forth
from the rectory, and carefully scrutinised the party, but he paid
little attention to the disguised monarch.

Naturally there was a great deal of bustle in the yard while the party
was dismounting, and Colonel Wyndham seized the opportunity of saying
a few words in private to the king, but some little time elapsed
before his majesty could be taken to the room prepared for him.

In a very few minutes after he had taken possession of the apartment
it was as full of visitors as if he had held a levee.

As a matter of course, the ladies of the house were first presented to
him, and were most graciously received, Charles expressing his warm
obligations to Lady Wyndham for the kindness she had shown him. Mrs.
Wyndham had some pleasant observations made to her, and Juliana was so
charmed with the king's manner that she wondered how she could ever
have been mistaken in regard to him. Mr. Langton was likewise
presented to his majesty, and congratulated him on his escapes.

In this agreeable and sympathetic society Charles passed the
pleasantest hour he had enjoyed for some time. Not one of the persons
present, as he well knew, but was devoted to his cause, and several of
them had given abundant proofs of their devotion. No wonder, then,
that he felt unusually cheerful; and while listening to his lively
sallies, several of those who were present could scarcely believe that
they were uttered by a fugitive king, upon whose head a price was set.



Chapter 6. OF THE PARTING BETWEEN THE KING AND JANE LANE

Next day, however, Charles's cheerfulness for a while deserted him. He
had to part with Jane Lane; and though he was fully prepared for the
event, it caused him a much greater pang than he had anticipated. They
had been thrown together so much of late, and she had shown such deep
and disinterested devotion to him, that he had began to regard her
almost as a sister. Throughout their intimate association she had
displayed so many high and noble qualities, such good judgment and
discretion, such untiring zeal and intrepidity, that the king must
have been insensible indeed if he had not rightly estimated her.
Jane's character was so pure, so simple, so irreproachable, that it
could not be misrepresented. Charles looked upon her as a superior
being, and when speaking of her in after years, and alluding to the
important services she had rendered him, always admitted that he had
never met with her like.

He was seated near a small table when she entered the room, followed
by Sir Clement Fisher, who remained near the door, while she advanced
towards him. Her mournful looks announced her purpose. Charles
immediately arose, and prevented her from kneeling to him.

"I am come to take leave of your majesty," she said, in a voice that
betrayed her deep emotion.

"I need not say how grieved I am to part with you, Jane," replied the
king, sadly. "In losing you I lose my guardian angel, and I tremble
lest my good fortune should desert me. To you--under Heaven!--I am
mainly indebted for my preservation."

"If I thought I could render your majesty further assistance nothing
would induce me to quit you," said Jane. "But my task is fulfilled.
Others, equally devoted, and better able to serve you, will perform
the rest. That your speedy deliverance from your foes is at hand I
nothing doubt; and it is that firm conviction which strengthens me at
this moment. My prayers will go with your majesty."

"I thank you from my heart," replied Charles. "I know that I am with
those who are devoted to me, yet somehow I cannot reconcile myself to
parting with you. But I will not be thus selfish," he cried. "I will
not impose needless duties upon you. Others must be considered--"

"Jane has my free consent to remain, if she can be of any further
service to your majesty," said Sir Clement.

"No--no," cried Charles. "She has done too much already. My chief
regret in parting with you, Jane, is that I cannot requite your
services, but a time, I trust, will come when I shall be able to do
so. Of all who have served me, you have the strongest claim to my
gratitude, and the debt shall not remain undischarged. And now, since
the word must be spoken, I will no longer hesitate to pronounce it--
farewell to both! I need not wish you happiness, Sir Clement, since
you will possess a treasure, such as few men have been fortunate
enough to obtain."

"I know it, my liege," replied Sir Clement, earnestly.

Making a profound reverence to the king, Jane then retired, exclaiming
in fervent tones, as she quitted the room:

"Heaven preserve your majesty!"

Charles was much affected by her departure, and remained for some
minutes engrossed by painful reflections.

Roused from his reverie by a noise in the yard, he stepped to the
window, and saw that Jane and Sir Clement had mounted their steeds,
and were bidding adieu to Colonel Wyndham and Juliana. She raised her
eyes for a moment towards the window at which the king was stationed,
but he could not tell whether she perceived him or not. The gate was
thrown open by Peters, hands were waved as they passed through it--and
she and Sir Clement were gone.



Chapter 7. OF THE INTERVIEW BETWEEN THE KING AND SIR JOHN STRANGWAYS
IN MELBURY PARK

Later on in the day Colonel Wyndham came in to learn the king's
commands, and finding him much depressed, said:

"Your majesty seems cast down by Mistress Jane Lane's departure, and I
do not wonder at it; but I trust you believe that you have friends
here who will serve you as faithfully as she has done."

"I do not doubt it, Frank," sighed Charles. "I have every reliance on
your fidelity."

"It will interest your majesty, I am sure, to be made acquainted with
a prophetic speech uttered by my honoured sire, Sir Thomas Wyndham,
not long before his death, in 1636, now some fifteen years ago. Sir
Thomas at the time being dangerously ill, and not likely to recover,
called together his five sons, and spoke to us of the peace and
prosperity which the kingdom had enjoyed during the three last
glorious reigns; but he added, that if the puritanical faction was not
controlled it would inevitably obtain the mastery, and the pillars of
government be undermined. 'My sons,' he added, with a sorrowful
expression of countenance, 'we have hitherto known serene and happy
times, but the sky is growing dark. Clouds and troubles are at hand.
But come what may, I command you to honour and obey the king. Adhere
to the crown, and though it should hang upon a bush I charge you not
to forsake it.' My father's prophetic words made an ineffaceable
impression on us all. Since then three of his sons and a grandson have
died while fighting for the good cause. But the dark and troublous
times, to which he prophetically referred, have arrived. Fanatics and
regicides prevail. The crown itself hangs on a bush."

"Truly it does," remarked Charles.

"But it will not fall. It will rest there till placed on your
majesty's head. Heaven, as I firmly believe, has reserved me for a
great work--has brought me safely through many and great dangers, in
order that I may prove myself a dutiful son and a loyal subject, by
faithfully serving your majesty in your hour of greatest need. It has
occurred to me that my neighbour, Sir John Strangways, of Melbury
Park, may be useful to your majesty. Sir John, I need scarcely say, is
a staunch Royalist, and has given abundant proofs of his loyalty. His
two sons were colonels in the army of your late royal father. He has
friends at Weymouth, and I think he can procure you a vessel there.
With your permission I will ride over to Melbury to-day, and see him."

"I will ride with you, if it can be managed," cried Charles.

"It can be easily managed, my liege, if you will deign to take Juliana
Coningsby on a pillion behind you."

"Nothing could please me better," cried Charles. "I shall greatly
enjoy the ride."

"And Melbury is a very fine park, and contains some noble oaks," said
the colonel. "We will set out at once."

Descending the back staircase, they then proceeded to the stable,
where they found Peters, to whom the colonel gave all necessary
instructions, after which, he returned to the house to inform Juliana
of the arrangement. Greatly delighted she flew to her room to make
some needful change in her toilet, while Careless, who desired to be
included in the party, and felt certain the king would be glad of his
company, marched off to the stable. Shortly afterwards the horses were
brought out. Juliana looked charming in her riding-dress, and her
cheeks glowed and her eyes sparkled as she took her seat on the
pillion behind the king. No doubt it was a great event in her life,
and she did not attempt to conceal her delight. Careless rather envied
the king his fair companion.

The road to Melbury Park, which was about eight or nine miles distant
from Trent, led them through Over Compton and past the commanding
eminence known as Babylon Hill. Proceeding thence through the
beautiful valley of the Yeo, after halting for a short time to examine
the noble old church of Bradford Abbas, the party rode on past
Bradford Mill, and along the banks of the river to Yetminster. The
pretty little village of Melbury Osmund, which adjoined the park, was
next reached.

As the day was extremely fine, and the scenery enchanting, Charles
greatly enjoyed the ride. Moreover, he had a very lively companion,
who exerted herself to amuse him, and succeeded perfectly.

Melbury Park, which they shortly afterwards entered, was exceedingly
picturesque and beautiful, and, as Colonel Wyndham had stated,
contained some noble old oaks. Among them was a huge patriarch of the
forest, the trunk of which was enormous. The tree has been well
described as a "curly, surly, knotty old monster."

"That old tree is called Billy Wilkins, my liege--wherefore I know
not," remarked Colonel Wyndham.

"It deserves a better appellation," replied Charles, laughing. "But
you will find us near it when you return. Off with you to the house."

"Shall I bring Sir John to your majesty?"

"As you please."

Colonel Wyndham then rode off at a rapid pace towards the ancient
mansion.

Nothing could be more charming than the situation of Melbury House. At
the rear was a noble grove of trees, while the green lawn in front
sloped down to a beautiful lake. With its lofty tower and numerous
gables, the old edifice presented a most picturesque appearance, and
this effect was heightened by the pinnacles of an ancient church which
could just be seen above the trees.

Charles did not long remain stationary beneath the rugged old oak, but
rode to such points as commanded the best view of the house. Familiar
with the park, Juliana pointed out its chief beauties to him.

Having finished his survey, he returned to the place of rendezvous.
They were examining the gnarled trunk of Billy Wilkins, and wondering
what the age of the old monster could be, when the colonel was seen
coming back from the house.

Riding by his side was an elderly personage, whom Juliana at once
proclaimed to be Sir John Strangways. Charles regarded him with great
interest, for he was a perfect specimen of an old Cavalier--his
attire, hat, doublet, hose, and boots belonging to the days of his
majesty's grandsire, James I.

Turning his horse's head towards them, Charles awaited the approach of
the pair, while Careless placed himself on his majesty's left.

On being presented to the king by Colonel Wyndham, Sir John Strangways
uncovered his white flowing locks, and bowed reverently.

"I am glad to see you, Sir John," cried Charles. "Had it been safe for
me to do so, I would have ridden up to your house."

"I should have been greatly honoured by the visit, my liege," replied
the old Cavalier. "But I would not have you incur any risk on my
account. I render thanks to Heaven that you are in safety, and I pray
that you may speedily be delivered from your enemies. Colonel Wyndham
has explained your majesty's wishes, and it deeply grieves me that I
am unable to procure a vessel to convey you to France. All the
shipmasters whom I knew at Weymouth and Poole have been banished for
their loyalty. Those left are rebels and Roundheads. Some trustworthy
man may possibly be found at Lyme, but I have no acquaintance there,
and might do your majesty more harm than good by making inquiries.
Colonel Wyndham can serve you far better than I can."

"It would seem so, Sir John," rejoined Charles, coldly; "and I shall
therefore rely upon him."

"I pray your majesty not to attribute my noncompliance with your
wishes to want of zeal," said Sir John. "I dare not promise more than
I may be able to perform, but I am quite ready to obey your behests."

"I have no commands to give, Sir John," said Charles, still more
coldly. "Colonel Wyndham led me to believe you had the power to assist
me, but I find he was in error."

"I have the will, but not the power, my liege. I can offer you a
secure asylum at Melbury."

"I am already provided with a secure asylum," said the king.

"Possibly your majesty may require funds. I have brought with me three
hundred broad pieces--all I have in my coffers."

And as he spoke he took a leather bag from his saddle-bow.

"Put back the bag, Sir John," said Charles. "I do not require the
money."

And he made a movement as if about to depart.

"For Heaven's sake stay, my gracious liege, and say something kind to
him," whispered Juliana to the king. "You will break the old man's
heart if you depart thus. I will answer for it that he is devoted to
your majesty."

"Well, perhaps, I have been too easily moved," replied Charles in the
same low tone. "I have bethought me, Sir John," he added to him. "I
may need this money, and I will therefore borrow it from you. Take the
bag, Careless. That you are sincere in your professions of zeal I
nothing doubt, but I now want energetic action."

"Were my sons at home, my liege," said Sir John, whose accents showed
that he was much distressed, "they would procure you a vessel, I am
certain. But I am too old--"

"Enough!" cried the king. "I have been too hasty in my judgment. I
perceive that I was wrong."

And as he spoke he extended his hand towards the old Cavalier, which
the other pressed gratefully to his lips.

This gracious action operated like balm upon Sir John's wounded
feelings. He attended the king to the park gate, and as they rode
thither, Charles conversed with him in the most affable manner, and
completely effaced all painful impressions.



Chapter 8. HOW THE KING HEARD THE PARTICULARS OF HIS OWN DEATH AND
BURIAL

The party rode back as cheerfully as they came. Though disappointed by
the result of the interview with Sir John Strangways, Colonel Wyndham
did not seem discouraged, but said he had another plan to propose to
his majesty. However, an unlooked for occurrence had taken place
during their absence.

When about a mile from Trent, they were greatly surprised by hearing
the church bells ring out a loud and joyous peal. Mingled with these
sounds was the occasional discharge of a musket.

What could have happened to call forth such manifestations? Not even
Colonel Wyndham could conjecture. But as they drew near the village,
they learnt that a small troop of Cromwell's horse that had fought at
Worcester had just arrived, and had proclaimed the utter rout of the
royal army--adding the important, and as they declared authentic
intelligence, that the Malignant Prince himself had been slain, and
buried among a heap of his misguided followers.

News then reached a retired village like Trent so slowly, that only
vague rumours of the decisive battle had been hitherto received. But
here were men who, having fought at the great fight, could not be
discredited.

The inhabitants of Trent, most of whom were fanatics, were greatly
elated by the news, and desired to have the bells rung, and to this
their minister willingly assented. They were also preparing to feast
the victorious troopers, and at night there were to be bonfires and
other rejoicings.

Charles laughed when he learnt these particulars of his own death and
burial and not unreasonably thought that further search for him was
not likely to be made in this quarter.

As they went on, they found that the church-yard was filled by the
villagers, while a score or more red-coats had tied up their horses in
the yard of the mansion, and were now regaling themselves on the cold
viands and ale with which they had compelled Mrs. Wyndham to supply
them.

His house being thus in the hands of the enemy, it behoved Colonel
Wyndham to be careful how he approached it, but Peters met him before
he reached the gate, and hastily explaining what had happened, told
him the red-coats had behaved quietly enough as yet, and would no
doubt depart peaceably if they were not thwarted.

Acting on this advice, the colonel, on entering the yard, addressed a
few words to the soldiers, telling them he was glad to see them, and
adding that they should have as much ale as they liked. The prudence
of this course was soon shown. The men thanked him, and allowed him
and Careless to pass on unquestioned, but Charles was not quite so
lucky. A stalwart trooper laid hold of his bridle, and declared he
must give an account of himself.

"I will answer for him," cried Juliana. "He is my groom, and as true a
man as ever breathed."

"True to whom?" demanded the trooper, gruffly.

"To the Parliament, to be sure," said Charles. "I am ready to drink
Old Noll's health."

"Coupled with the wish that he may soon be king?" said the trooper.

"I forbid him to drink that toast," cried Juliana.

"Why so, fair mistress?" demanded the trooper, knitting his brows.

"Because it would be treason to the state," she rejoined.

"Nay, friend, I have no such scruples," remarked Charles, in an
undertone to the trooper. "I will bring you a stoop of good liquor
anon, and then we will drink any toast you please."

"Verily, thou art a true man," rejoined the trooper. "Thou shalt learn
to whom thou speakest. I am Fetch-him-out-of-the-Pulpit Strongitharm,
by whose hand the young man Charles Stuart was slain."

"Was Charles Stuart slain by thee?" exclaimed the king.

"Yea, verily by me," rejoined Strongitharm, exultingly. "The buff coat
which I now wear forms part of the spoils taken from the body of the
Malignant Prince. Pass on."

As may well be imagined, old Lady Wyndham and her daughter-in-law were
in great consternation at this visit, but owing to the prudent and
conciliatory measures adopted by Harry Peters, the annoyance was very
slight. Some of the troopers certainly entered the house, but they did
not get beyond the kitchen, where they were very well entertained.

Charles, however, was obliged to remain in the stables, and to mingle
with the red-coats, but he comported himself so well that no suspicion
whatever attached to him. How could it, indeed, when after listening
to a further account from Strongitharm of his own death and burial, he
emphatically declared that England had had a great deliverance!

Later on in the day, the troopers marched off for Yeovil, where they
meant to pass the night. The inmates of Trent House were thus relieved
from anxiety, and Charles was able to return to his room.

At dusk, bonfires were lighted by the sectarian villagers to celebrate
Cromwell's great victory at Worcester. The flames could be seen from
the king's windows, and the shouts reached his ears.

"'Tis Cromwell's turn now--it may be mine to-morrow," remarked Charles
to Mr. Langton, who was with him at the time.

"Heaven grant it!" exclaimed the divine. "This poor misguided folk
will shout quite as loudly as they do now--ay, and light just as large
bonfires, when your majesty is happily restored to the throne."

The next day passed very tranquilly at Trent House. After an agreeable
walk in the garden with the fair Juliana, whose lively talk helped to
chase away the gloom which, despite all his efforts, began to steal
upon him, Charles had returned to his room, and was conferring with
Careless as to what ought to be done, when Colonel Wyndham came in,
with a letter in his hand, and having a very joyful expression of
countenance.

"I have just received a piece of information that promises to make
amends for our disappointment of yesterday," he said. "My brother-in-
law, and your majesty's most loyal subject, Colonel Bullen Reymes, of
Wadden, in Dorsetshire, writes me word that he has succeeded in
obtaining for Sir John Berkeley a passage to France through Captain
William Ellesdon, of Lyme Regis. I am not personally acquainted with
Captain Ellesdon, but I know him to be a man of strict honour and a
staunch Royalist--as indeed this action proves him. What he has done
for Sir John Berkeley he can do for your majesty."

"Oddsfish! this Captain Ellesdon seems to be the very man we require,"
cried Charles. "But how comes it you never thought of him before?"

"He did occur to me, my liege," replied the colonel. "But though I
felt sure of his desire to serve your majesty, I doubted his ability.
Now I entertain a very different opinion. With your majesty's
approval, I will ride over to Lyme tomorrow and see him."

"Do so, by all means," cried Charles, eagerly. "Careless shall go with
you. The plan holds out every prospect of success. Captain Ellesdon, I
conclude, can be told for whom the vessel is to be hired?"

"You may entirely confide in him, sire," replied the colonel. "He is
loyalty itself, and will feel honoured by being thus employed."

"Then see him without delay," cried Charles, rising from his seat, and
pacing the room with manifest signs of impatience. "I am eager to be
off. Can you not set out this evening? Nay, I am taxing your loyalty
too strongly."

"Not a whit, my liege," replied the colonel. "I will obey you in
everything. Major Careless and myself will start this evening. We will
sleep at Axminster, and ride thence betimes to-morrow to Lyme."

"You are a zealous friend, indeed, Frank," cried Charles, looking well
pleased.

"With this important matter on my mind, sire, I shall not be able to
rest till I have seen Captain Ellesdon," said the colonel. "Are you
prepared to start so soon?" he added to Careless.

"I need only five minutes to saddle my horse," replied the other.

"Should a satisfactory arrangement be made, your majesty shall be
immediately apprised of it," said Colonel Wyndham. "I shall take Harry
Peters with me."

Thereupon the conference ended, and Colonel Wyndham quitted the king
to give such instructions to his wife as he deemed necessary before
his departure.



Chapter 9. CAPTAIN ELLESDON, OF LYME REGIS

Evening was coming on when Colonel Wyndham and Careless, attended by
Peters--all three being well mounted and well armed--quitted Trent on
the important mission.

At Yeovil they learnt that the troopers who had troubled them on the
previous day had marched on to Crewkerne, and fearing some
interruption, they made a slight detour, in order to avoid the latter
place.

Their road led through a very charming country, but its beauties were
lost to them owing to the darkness, and they were not sorry to arrive,
after a two hours' ride, at the picturesque old town of Axminster,
where they put up at a very comfortable hostel.

Next morning, after an early breakfast, they quitted the inn, and took
the road to Lyme Regis.

On this side of Axminster the environs of the old town were extremely
beautiful. Grey-thatched, white-walled cottages skirted the road, and
attached to most of these pretty little habitations were apple-
orchards, while green slopes in their vicinity, shaded by trees, lent
a peculiar charm to the scene.

Very soon the cottages and orchards were left behind, and the horsemen
began to mount a lofty hill, from the brow of which a magnificent
prospect was obtained, comprehending extensive views into the two fair
counties of Dorset and Devon, long ranges of hills, varied in form--
some crowned with woods, others wild and bare, or covered only with
becoming heather and gorse--and wide deep valleys, through each of
which a small river took its way towards the sea.

After halting for a few minutes to breathe their steeds and enjoy this
splendid panorama, the horsemen descended the further side of the
hill, and on reaching the valley, found a charming little village,
nestled among trees, consisting of a few habitations and an ancient
church.

Nothing can be finer than the ride between Axminster and Lyme Regis.
Two lofty hills have to be crossed, each commanding splendid views,
though totally differing in character. Cultivated almost to the
summit, and divided into small patches by innumerable hedge-rows, the
hills have a most pleasing effect. But the prospect is ever varying,
and as the point of view is continually shifted, new beauties are
displayed.

Our horsemen had now mounted the second hill, and were approaching
Uplyme, when a glorious view burst upon them. A vast expanse of oceans
smooth as a mirror and glittering in sunshine lay before them; while
on the left stretched out a bay, girded by bold and precipitous
cliffs. The hills to which these cliffs belonged rose to a great
height, the loftiest among them being known as the Golden Cap, on the
summit of which a signal was placed, distinguishable far out on the
main. The long sweeping line of coast was terminated by the Isle of
Portland, which, as the morning was remarkably clear, could be
distinctly descried.

Again the horsemen halted for a few minutes to gaze at this splendid
view. Careless gave utterance to his admiration, and Colonel Wyndham
showed him where Charmouth and Bridport were situated, and pointed out
the Golden Cap, of which mention has just been made.

Hitherto Lyme itself had almost been hidden by intervening woods, but
after they had passed through Uplyme, they could look down upon the
collection of straggling and picturesque houses, built on the steep
side of the hill on which the spectators were stationed.

Desirous that his companion should have a more complete view of the
place than could be obtained from the road, Colonel Wyndham turned
into a field on the right, and conducted him to the edge of a lofty
cliff that overlooked the port and the buildings adjoining it.

"That is Lyme Cobb, as it is termed," said the colonel. "There are a
few vessels in the port, as you perceive. Heaven grant we may be able
to secure one of them for the king!"

When Careless had sufficiently examined the Cobb from the lofty point
of observation they had chosen, they returned to the road, and soon
gained the narrow and straggling street that climbed the hill-side.

Captain Ellesdon's residence was easily discovered, and the colonel
and Careless proceeded thither on foot, while Peters took their horses
to the George Inn. A narrow lane on the right led them to a commodious
habitation, very pleasantly situated on a natural terrace facing the
sea.

On inquiring at the house they learnt to their great satisfaction that
Captain Ellesdon was at home, and were shown into a comfortable and
well-furnished parlour, where the captain shortly afterwards joined
them.

Captain Ellesdon was a man of middle age, with nothing very striking
in his appearance, but his features were good, and his manner frank
and prepossessing. The captain stood upon no ceremony with his
visitors. Though not personally acquainted with Colonel Wyndham, he
knew him, and shook hands with him very cordially. By the colonel he
was introduced to Careless, and shook hands with him as well.

"Pray sit down, gentlemen," he said, "and tell me how I can serve
you."

"You can serve us most materially, Captain Ellesdon," returned the
colonel; "and I will explain how. I have just heard from my brother-
in-law, Colonel Bullen Reymes, that you have enabled Sir John Berkeley
to escape from his pursuers by procuring him a passage from this port
to France. Can you do as much for a far more exalted personage than
Sir John, and who is in yet greater peril from his enemies?"

"Do I misunderstand you, Colonel Wyndham?" demanded Ellesdon, almost
breathless with astonishment. "Do you allude to the king?"

"I ought to bind you to secrecy, sir, before answering the question,"
said the colonel. "But I know I am dealing with a loyal gentleman."

"You may trust me implicitly, colonel," rejoined the captain. "But if
an oath be requisite, I swear solemnly not to reveal whatever you may
disclose to me."

"After this, I will not hesitate to ask you plainly if you can procure
a vessel to transport his majesty to France?"

"Do not let the hire of the vessel be a consideration, captain," said
Careless. "I am charged by his majesty to offer any terms that may be
required."

"Too large a sum must not be offered, or it would excite suspicion,"
rejoined Captain Ellesdon. "The skipper we engage must be led to
believe that his passengers are only fugitive Cavaliers from
Worcester--nothing higher. I know a shipmaster who is an honest
fellow, and a perfect Royalist, but for all that, I would not trust
him with this great secret."

"Is the shipmaster you refer to in Lyme now, captain?" inquired
Careless, eagerly.

"His vessel is in the Cobb, but he himself is at Charmouth. He is a
tenant of mine, by name Stephen Limbry. Yesterday I chanced to enter
the Custom House, and I found that Limbry had just entered his bark,
intending a speedy voyage to St. Malo."

"To St. Malo!" exclaimed Careless, joyfully. "The very port to which
his majesty desires to sail. Nothing could be more fortunate."

"A most fortunate circumstance indeed," said Colonel Wyndham. "It
would seem as if Providence designed that the king should be thus
delivered from his foes. You must see Stephen Limbry without delay,
captain."

"We will all ride over to Charmouth together," said Ellesdon. "'Tis
but a mile hence. Your horses, I suppose, are at the inn? I will
follow you there as soon as I can get my own horse saddled."

Colonel Wyndham and Careless then proceeded to the George, which was
in the lower part of the town, and they had only just got out their
horses when Captain Ellesdon made his appearance, mounted on a stout
hackney.

"We will ride by the coast, if you please, gentlemen," he said. "The
tide is low, and the sands are firm and good."



Chapter 10. STEPHEN LIMBRY OF CHARMOUTH, SHIPMASTER

A wide opening on the right, at the bottom of the street, led to the
seaside, and turning off in this direction, the party crossed the
shingles and soon gained the hard sand, which was very pleasant to
ride upon. But before proceeding, they stopped for a moment to look
around. On the right, about a quarter of a mile off, was the Cobb, in
which, as we have already intimated, a few vessels were moored, while
somewhat nearer a dozen fishing-boats were lying at anchor, waiting
for a favourable breeze. Some little bustle seemed going on at the
Cobb, but otherwise the place was perfectly quiet. The huge wooden
pier then in existence did not last out the century, and was succeeded
by three or four other structures that shared the same fate; but Lyme
is now provided with a handsome stone pier strong enough to resist any
storms, and large enough to shelter any number of ships. Between the
Cobb and the spot where Captain Ellesdon and those with him were
stationed rose high banks, covered with trees, amidst which an
occasional habitation might be descried. Now there are numberless
charming villas in the same quarter.

Having contemplated this scene for a few minutes, the party set off
for Charmouth. Harry Peters's services not being required, he was left
at the George. Exhilarated by the sea air, Colonel Wyndham and
Careless greatly enjoyed their ride over the hard, dry sands--now
glancing at the tall, black, shelving cliffs as they passed them--now
allowing their gaze to wander on as far as the distant Isle of
Portland. But their pleasant ride soon came to an end, and in less
than a quarter of an hour they had reached the spot where the little
river Char loses itself in the sea. Three or four boats were drawn
upon the beach, but there was not even a solitary fisherman's hut on
the sand-hills. Now-a-days, this is a bathing-place.

"I have brought you to this spot for a particular reason," observed
Captain Ellesdon to the others. "Here Sir John Berkeley took boat on
the night when he effected his escape to France, and if we arrange
matters satisfactorily, I propose that his majesty shall join Limbry's
bark from the same place. No safer spot can be found, I am certain.
There is not a habitation within a quarter of a mile."

"'Tis as private as could be desired," said Colonel Wyndham. "And I am
sure his majesty will approve of the arrangement."

"It has other advantages, which I need not enter into now," said
Ellesdon.

"No; the perfect privacy of the spot is sufficient recommendation,"
said Careless. "If we can secure the vessel all will be well."

They then quitted the beach, and rode singly along a narrow lane which
led them over an eminence to Charmouth.

This pretty and pleasantly situated little town is much changed since
those days. Most of the old houses are gone, and have given place to
modern habitations far less picturesque, but the general features of
the place are the same, and the old inn at which the Royalists put up,
as we shall proceed to relate, is still in existence.

As they entered the village, Captain Ellesdon pointed out a pretty
little house with a garden in front, and said:

"That is Limbry's dwelling. I will see whether he is at home."

He then rode towards the house, and calling out lustily, the summons
was immediately answered by a buxom woman and her daughter, a good-
looking damsel of some sixteen or seventeen.

In answer to the captain's inquiries, Dame Limbry informed him that
her husband had just gone out, but would return presently.

"He has not gone to Lyme, I hope?" said the captain.

"No; he is somewhere in the village," replied the dame.

"That's right," cried Ellesdon. "I am going to the inn with these
gentlemen. Send him there. I want to speak to him on business--on
important business, mind."

Dame Limbry promised compliance, and the captain rode off. Not being
devoid of curiosity, both mother and daughter watched the party alight
at the inn, which was close at hand.

"I wonder what Captain Ellesdon's important business can be," remarked
Dame Limbry. "I shall make your father tell me."

"Such fine gentlemen as those can't be traders," said her daughter.
"They look like Cavaliers."

"And Cavaliers they are, Dorcas, or I'm no judge," said the dame.

Meanwhile Captain Ellesdon and his companions, having sent their
horses to the stable, entered the little inn, and being shown into the
parlour by Dame Swan, the hostess, ordered a flask of sack.

Just as the wine was brought, Stephen Limbry made his appearance, and
was heartily welcomed. The shipmaster was stoutly built, and his
bronzed complexion showed that he had undergone a good deal of
exposure to the elements. His features were rather coarse, but he had
a bluff, good-humoured expression, and looked perfectly honest and
trustworthy.

Saluting the company after his nautical fashion, Limbry sat down, and
emptied the cup of sack filled for him by Captain Ellesdon.

"My good dame tells me as how you have got some business for me,
captain. What may it be?"

"Take another glass of sack, Stephen, and you shall hear," rejoined
Ellesdon. "I have assured my friends here, Mr. Manly and Mr. Massey,"
nodding to each, as he spoke, "that you are a right honest fellow and
a staunch Royalist."

"You are pleased to give me a good character, captain," said Limbry,
laughing. "But I hope I merit it. At any rate, I serve my employers
faithfully, and I hate a Roundhead woundily."

"I am quite aware of it, Limbry. And now, without further parley, I'll
explain my business to you. These gentlemen are Royalists."

"I guessed as much," replied Limbry, with a knowing wink. "They don't
look like Roundheads."

"One of them, Mr. Massey," pursued the captain, glancing at Careless,
"was at Worcester."

"I hope he killed a lot of rebels. I shouldn't be sorry if he had
killed Old Noll himself," observed Limbry.

"Had that been the case things would have taken a different turn, and
loyal men would not have been forced to fly from their country," said
Captain Ellesdon. "We want you to transport two or three distressed
Cavaliers to France. You will do it, I am sure."

Limbry shook his head.

"You don't like the job," cried Colonel Wyndham. "Say so frankly."

"Understand that you will be well paid--very well paid," added
Careless.

"I've no disinclination whatsomdever to the job," said the burly
shipmaster. "On the contrary, I should be glad to serve any loyal
gentlemen; and I don't care so much for the payment, though I don't
mean to say as how I should object to it--but--"

"But what?" cried Ellesdon.

"The risk is too great. If I were found out, I should be hanged as a
traitor."

"These fears are idle," rejoined Ellesdon. "Such precautions will be
taken that you cannot be found out. Take another glass of wine, and
pluck up your courage. I'll tell you what has just occurred. Sir John
Berkeley was taken over to France from this very port of Lyme, only a
few days ago, and I have not heard that any skipper has been hanged
for taking him."

"Be that true, captain?" asked Limbry.

"True as gospel. Do you think I'd deceive you, man?"

"Then I'll do it!" cried Limbry, striking the table as he spoke with
his heavy fist. "I'll do it!"

"Well resolved," exclaimed Colonel Wyndham. "You're a brave fellow,
Limbry."

"You shall have sixty pounds for the job," added Careless. "To be paid
on your return."

"I don't ask the Cavaliers' names," said Limbry. "And I don't desire
to know their rank and station--but I'll take them to St. Malo."

"Now you show yourself the man I always thought you, Stephen," said
Captain Ellesdon. "When will you sail?"

"On Monday next--that's three days hence," replied Limbry. "I cannot
get ready afore,---seeing as how I have to take in ballast, and
victual the ship, besides I must feign to have some lading; but on
Monday, as I have said, I'll hale the Eider Duck--that's the name of
my bark--out of the Cobb's mouth, for fear of being beneaped, as the
tides will be at the lowest at the time, and about midnight I'll bring
her into Charmouth road, and send the long-boat with Tom Chidiock, of
Bridport, and George Cranage, of Beaminster, two of my best mariners,
to any spot that may be appointed to fetch the Cavaliers, and put them
on board; and if the wind proves favourable, we'll set sail at once
for France."

"Heaven grant the wind may prove favourable!" ejaculated Ellesdon.
"Send the long-boat to the mouth of the Char."

"A good spot," replied Limbry. "It shall be done."

"Then all is settled?" said Colonel Wyndham.

"All settled. Rely on me. Stephen Limbry is a man of few words, but
he'll stick by what he says. On Monday next, at midnight, my men shall
bring the long-boat to the mouth of the Char."

"I shall see you again before that, Limbry," said Captain Ellesdon.

"As you please, captain," replied the skipper. "The Eider Duck will be
ready. I wish you good day, gentlemen."

Thereupon he went out, leaving the others overjoyed at the result of
the negotiation.



Chapter 11. OF THE ARRANGEMENTS MADE BY HARRY PETERS WITH DAME SWAN

Our three Royalists did not make any stay at the little inn at
Charmouth, after their negotiation with Limbry had been so
satisfactorily concluded, but ordered their horses, paid their
reckoning, and departed. They did not return by the beach, Captain
Ellesdon being desirous to show his companions a secluded farm-house
belonging to his father, about a mile and a half off among the downs,
where he thought the king should halt on the appointed day, before
proceeding to Charmouth.

"Lonesome the place is called," said Captain Ellesdon, pointing out
the solitary house, "and it well deserves its name, since there is not
another habitation within a mile of it. The farm is let, but the
tenant is an honest fellow, on whom I can rely. I will come there
early on Monday, and wait his majesty's arrival. I have likewise just
bethought me that Lyme fair occurs on Monday. Consequently, the town
will be thronged, and so will Charmouth. Rooms must, therefore, be
engaged beforehand at our little inn. Another point requires
consideration. His majesty and those with him will have to sit up till
midnight, and if they quit the house at that late hour, suspicion may
be excited. Some pretext, therefore, must be found to satisfy Dame
Swan and her servants."

"Very true," replied Colonel Wyndham, "I will send my servant, Harry
Peters, to Charmouth. He will invent some plausible tale that will
impose upon the hostess."

Their business at Lonesome being accomplished, the party rode across
the downs to Lyme Regis, and repaired to the George. Harry Peters was
at once despatched on his mission, and during the absence of the
trusty groom, Colonel Wyndham and Careless dined with Captain
Ellesdon, at the residence of the latter.

Concocting his scheme as he rode along, Harry Peters arrived at
Charmouth full of confidence, and alighting at the little inn, sent
his horse to the stable, and ordering a flask of sack, begged the
pleasure of Dame Swan's company for a few minutes in the parlour.

After a few preliminary observations, and the offer of a glass of
wine, which was graciously accepted by the hostess, he delicately
approached the business.

"I have a very great favour to ask of you, madam," he said, "but I am
inclined to think you will readily grant it, since the happiness of
two young persons depends upon your willingness to assist them. When I
tell you it is a love affair, I shall have said enough, I am
convinced, to awaken your tender sympathies. I must not mention names,
but my master has gained the affections of a very beautiful young
gentlewoman. Unluckily, her father refuses him her hand. Prayers have
been in vain. Cruel father, you will say! Such fathers, however, reap
their own reward, and are deceived like jealous husbands."

"Generally," observed the hostess, sipping her wine.

"You will not be surprised, therefore, madam, that the young
gentlewoman in question, justly provoked by such harsh treatment, has
yielded to her lover's prayers, and agreed to run away with him."

"In good sooth, I am not surprised at it, sir," remarked Dame Swan. "I
should have done just the same myself at her age, and under similar
circumstances."

"Say you so, madam! Then I have no hesitation in claiming your
assistance. On Monday next the elopement will take place. Promised a
refuge with you, the young couple will come here. That they may not be
interfered with, I am directed by my master to engage all the rooms in
the house."

"Stay! Lyme Fair is held on Monday, and we are always full on that
day. I dare not promise the rooms."

"But I will pay double for them, and make you a handsome present into
the bargain. It must be Monday. No other day will suit the young
gentlewoman."

"Well, I would not disappoint her for the world. You shall have the
rooms, and I will put off my other guests."

"I expected nothing less from you, madam. But you will not lose by
your good nature. You will make friends of the young people for life.
Another danger has to be guarded against. The lovers may be pursued,
and chance may bring the angry father here."

"Mercy on us! I hope not," exclaimed the hostess.

"Do not alarm yourself, madam. Such an untoward event is not likely to
occur; but every precaution ought to be taken. The young pair must sit
up during the night, and their horses be kept ready saddled and
bridled, so that they can be off at a moment's notice. You must be
pleased to give directions to your servants accordingly."

"You may depend upon me, sir," said Dame Swan. "All preparations shall
be made for the young couple. I take a particular interest in them,
and to insure their being properly attended to, I will sit up myself."

"I do not think that will be necessary, madam; but as you please. My
master begs your acceptance of half a dozen pistoles." And he slipped
them into her hand as he spoke.

"He acts like a gentleman--that is quite certain," said Dame Swan.

"And now for the rooms. Shall we say half a dozen pistoles more?"

"That will be most handsome payment."

"On an occasion of this kind one must behave handsomely," said Peters,
putting down the money. "My master is rich--at any rate, he will be
so."

"I hope he has got an heiress," observed the hostess.

Peters said nothing, but winked significantly.

This concluded the arrangement.

Everything being settled in a manner entirely satisfactory to both
parties, the adroit emissary took leave of Dame Swan, and rode back as
quickly as he could to Lyme, being anxious to communicate the good
news to his master and the others.

On hearing his account of the affair, they laughed very heartily, and
complimented him on the skill he had displayed.

The party then went down to the Cobb to look at the Eider Duck, and
were very well satisfied with her appearance. At Captain Ellesdon's
earnest request our two Royalists agreed to pass the evening with him,
and did not return till next day to Trent.



Chapter 12. HOW THE KING PLAYED AT HIDE-AND-SEEK AT TRENT

While these preparations for his escape were so successfully made,
Charles had run considerable risk of capture.

On the evening of the second day he was alone in his chamber, occupied
with reflections, and wondering what Colonel Wyndham and Careless were
about, when Juliana entered suddenly, and with anxiety depicted on her
charming countenance informed him that the Reverend Hold-up-Hand
Meldrum had been questioning the women-servants about the new groom
who had lately arrived at the house.

"The inquisitive minister came to the kitchen door," she said, "and
stating that he knew the young man was in the house, desired to speak
with him. Both Eleanor Withers and Joan Halsenoth declared that the
groom was gone, but Mr. Meldrum affirmed the contrary, adding that he
suspected the young man was a malignant Cavalier in disguise, and was
certain he was hidden in the house, and as he would not come forth, he
would bring those who would find him. As the two women made no answer,
Mr. Meldrum departed, but they think he will make good his threat. I
believe so too, and I therefore advise your majesty to conceal
yourself, for of course you will not see him."

"Humph! I don't know that," observed Charles. "I am sure I could
baffle him."

But he changed his tone when, shortly afterwards, Joan Halsenoth burst
into the room, with a terrified look, exclaiming:

"Mr. Meldrum is in the yard, and has got two troopers with him."

"Troopers! that looks serious!" cried the king. "Clearly, a strict
search will be made."

"Not a moment must be lost. Conceal yourself, I entreat you," cried
Juliana.

And as the king opened the secret door and disappeared, she and Joan
removed every article likely to betray his presence.

"Carry these to my chamber quickly, and hide them," continued Juliana.
"That done, bring down everything from my dressing-table, and we will
arrange them here, as if the room were mine."

Joan obeyed, and in another minute returned with hair-brushes, combs,
and other articles of the toilette, which were quickly placed as
Juliana had directed.

"Now go down-stairs and do thy best to dupe them," cried Juliana. "I
will remain here."

Left by herself, the young damsel stepped to one of the lattice
windows that looked upon the yard, and being partially open, it
enabled her to hear what was passing outside. She could not see the
Reverend Mr. Meldrum, but she heard his voice, and perceived the
troopers, who stood behind him.

The servants, it appeared, had locked the kitchen door, which was of
strong oak, studded with nails, and positively refused to unfasten it.
They were talking to him through a small barred window.

While Juliana was listening to what was going on, the secret door was
cautiously opened, and Charles peeped out.

"Are they gone?" he called out in a low voice, perceiving she was
alone.

"No, no," she replied in the same tone. "Do not quit your hiding-
place. They are below, but the servants won't let them into the
kitchen."

"That's a pity," cried Charles. "Most likely they would have stopped
there. Those rogues are fond of the kitchen."

"They have got in," said Juliana. "Mrs. Wyndham has unfastened the
door. She will give them plenty of ale."

For a few minutes all remained quiet, and Charles ventured out of his
hiding-place.

"I don't think they will disturb me," he said. Just at the moment,
however, Joan Halsenoth cautiously entered the room.

"Mr. Meldrum and his companions are coming up-stairs presently," she
said. "They have poked their noses into every hole and corner below,
and mean to search every room in the house. So you must prepare for
them."

And she disappeared.

Charles again retreated to his hiding-place, but paused before closing
the door.

"Can you not give me a signal," he said, "in case it should be
necessary for me to descend the secret staircase?"

"I can tap against the panel," she rejoined "But you had better remove
the plank at once."

"I am not sure that I can find the plank," he rejoined.

"I will show you where it is," she cried, flying towards him. But she
stopped on hearing footsteps on the staircase.

"They are coming!" she exclaimed.

The secret door was instantly shut.

Next moment, the room door was thrown open and Mrs. Wyndham entered,
accompanied by the Independent minister, and followed by the two
troopers.

"When I tell you that this is Mistress Juliana Coningsby's room,
perhaps a very slight inspection of it will satisfy you," said Mrs.
Wyndham to the minister.

"I am not so sure of that," he replied. "'Tis likely enough that the
malignant whom we seek may be concealed here."

"You have just been told that it is my room," cried Juliana, suddenly
turning round and facing him.

"That does not make it more unlikely," observed one of the troopers.
"Fair damsels have concealed their lovers before now."

"Hold thy peace, Hilkiah," said the minister, gravely. "Thou art come
hither to search for a malignant, and not to jest. Do thine office."

Thus rebuked, Hilkiah and his comrade examined the room most
carefully, their proceedings being anxiously watched by the two
ladies, though they strove to assume an air of indifference. Finding
from the manner in which the men were sounding the panels that the
discovery of the closet was inevitable, Mrs. Wyndham thought it better
to anticipate it, and, stepping forward, she opened the secret door.

It was an anxious moment for Juliana, but she perceived at a glance
that the king had found the moveable plank, and used it. The secret
closet was empty. The minister gazed into it with a blank expression
of countenance.

"Pray examine the place carefully!" cried Mrs. Wyndham, in a taunting
tone. "Sound the walls, try the roof and floor--you will find nothing.
'Tis not a hiding-place, but a small room attached to the larger
chamber. A moment's inspection will convince you it has not been
occupied."

The closet was scarcely large enough to hold the minister and the
troopers, but they squeezed themselves into it nevertheless, and being
thus crowded they could not possibly examine the floor. But, indeed,
they had to think of their own deliverance. The secret door closed
with a spring, and unable to resist the impulse that prompted her to
shut them in, Juliana closed it. A loud laugh from the giddy girl told
them they were made prisoners. Mr. Meldrum did not relish the jest,
but Mrs. Wyndham and Juliana derided his anger.

The troopers tried to force open the door, but the bolt resisted their
efforts. Juliana positively refused to let them out unless they
engaged to leave the house at once, and to these conditions they were
eventually compelled to submit. On being liberated they all went away
looking extremely crestfallen.

Not till it was quite certain that the coast was clear did Juliana
venture to intimate to the king that he might come forth from his
hiding-place. He did not appear much discomposed, but treated the
matter very lightly.

"I have played so often at hide-and-seek of late," he said, "that I
feel certain of coming off the winner. But the game was never better
played than it has been just now."

"I am glad to hear your majesty say so," observed Juliana.

Careful watch was kept that night at Trent, and the king did not
retire to rest for fear of a surprise. However, nothing occurred, and
in the morning it was ascertained that the troopers had departed.

In the afternoon, Colonel Wyndham and Careless returned from their
expedition, and at once repaired to the king's chamber.

"All has been most satisfactorily arranged, sire," said the colonel.
"I will give you the details anon. The sum is this. A vessel has been
hired by Captain Ellesdon from a trusty shipmaster at Lyme, named
Limbry, and your majesty will embark for St. Malo on Monday next at
midnight. We have seen the vessel in Lyme port in which you are to
sail, and find her all that could be desired. It will be an additional
gratification, I am sure, to your majesty to learn that, on our way
back, we encountered Lord Wilmot. I invited him to Trent, but he did
not deem it prudent to accept the invitation, though he greatly
desires to see your majesty."

"Where is he?" cried Charles. "I will take him with me to St. Malo."

"I have ventured to anticipate your majesty's wishes in that respect,"
said Careless. "Feeling certain you would desire his company, I
promised him a passage, and appointed a place of meeting near
Charmouth, on Monday."

"You have done well," cried the king. "I shall be glad to have Wilmot
with me. Fortune, at length, seems disposed to favour me. In a few
days--nay, in a few hours--I shall be out of the reach of my enemies."

Colonel Wyndham then gave the king full details of the negotiation
with Limbry, and his majesty was very much amused by the relation. He
was, also, well pleased with the colonel's description of Captain
Ellesdon.

The short interval between the king's departure was passed very
pleasantly by his majesty, and when the day arrived he could not help
feeling regret at leaving a place where he had been so happy. As
regards female society he could not have been better circumstanced.
Three more charming women, each in her way, than those with whom it
had been his good fortune to be associated, could scarcely have been
found. For Lady Wyndham, whose interest in him seemed quite maternal,
he had begun to feel an almost filial regard. The loyal old dame often
spoke to him of her three valiant sons who had fallen in his royal
father's cause, and said she accounted their deaths her highest
honour.

"I can only replace one of them," said the king. "But you must look
upon me as a son."

Sunday was the last day on which it was supposed that his majesty
would stay at Trent, and it was spent very decorously. Religious
service was performed in the king's room by the Reverend Mr. Langton,
and all the company in the house including Harry Peters and two of the
women servants, were assembled at it. The circumstances gave a special
interest to the meeting, and those present on the occasion often
called it to mind. The good divine preached an eloquent and stirring
discourse that roused the feelings of all who listened to him. His
text was taken from Samuel: "And Saul sought David every day; but God
delivered him not into his hands." He spoke of the king's miraculous
escapes from the many and great dangers to which he had been exposed,
and showed that he could not thus have been preserved, if he had not
been under the care of a watchful Providence. "While the flood of
rebellion has covered the face of his kingdom," he said, "in this ark
he has been safely shut up, and here he will remain till his faithful
servants have time to work his deliverance. But that day is near at
hand. The malicious designs of his adversaries will be frustrated, and
he will be restored to his father's throne. Then shall we all say with
the Prophet: 'My Lord the king is come again in peace to his own
house.'"

Charles was much moved by the good man's discourse, and thanked him
for it when the service was over.

"As I have just declared, sire," said Mr. Langton, "the hand of
Providence has been clearly manifested in your preservation hitherto,
and it will not desert you. Take comfort from the words of the
Prophet, for they are very applicable to you: 'Fear not, for the hand
of Saul shall not find thee, and thou shall be king over Israel.'"



Chapter 13. HOW CHARLES SET OUT FOR CHARMOUTH

The day had arrived when it was hoped that his majesty's deliverance
would be accomplished.

After taking leave of Lady Wyndham and her daughter-in-law, Charles
mounted his horse, and Juliana, half-crazed with delight, seated
herself on the pillion behind him. Colonel Wyndham and Careless were
already in the saddle, and attended by the prayers of Mr. Langton, and
by the good wishes of all who witnessed their departure, the party set
out on their journey. Harry Peters had been sent off beforehand
privately, in the hope that the king might be mistaken for him by Mr.
Meldrum, should the minister be on the look-out; but the faithful
groom joined the party about a mile from the village, and subsequently
acted as guide, as they intended to take some cross roads.

Brilliant sunshine cheered them on their way, and brought out the best
features of the richly-wooded district through which they journeyed--
giving new splendour to the glorious autumnal tints of the foliage,
and revealing scenes of rare sylvan beauty. Nothing could have been
pleasanter than the ride. Sometimes involved in a thick wood--
sometimes pursuing their course on the banks of a clear and beautiful
stream--sometimes passing a village remarkable for a noble old
church--anon tracking a long valley, hemmed in by lofty hills--now
called upon to admire a fine old mansion, situated in the midst of an
extensive park--now skirting a lovely lake--anon compelled to quit the
valley, and climb a hill which seemed to bar further progress, but
which, when its summit was gained, offered a magnificent prospect--
through such varied scenes they proceeded pleasantly on their way.

At first, they pursued the same road they had taken on the occasion of
the king's visit to Melbury Park, passing by the foot of Babylon Hill,
and tracking the valley of the Yeo; but they then struck off on the
right, and proceeded towards Berwick and Sutton Bingham. Avoiding the
latter village, they entered a thick wood, through which they were
guided by Harry Peters, and on emerging from it skirted Abbots Hill,
and crossing two other eminences, came upon a very picturesque
district, having a beautiful woody knoll on the right, and a
succession of wild holts on the left.

Leaving these woodlands, they passed through a gap in the hills, and
shortly afterwards descended into a richly-cultivated and well-watered
vale--their road leading them past numerous farmhouses, each
possessing a large orchard. Before them the two bold eminences,
Lewesdon Hill and Pillesdon Pen, reared their lofty heads, and seemed
to bar their further progress. Distinguishable far out at sea, and
forming excellent landmarks, these twin heights, from their
resemblance to each other, are called by sailors "the Cow and the
Calf." Further on the right was a third remarkable eminence, equally
striking in character, and known as Blackdown Hill.

The road taken by the party led them over Pillesdon Pen, and the view
from its summit of the towering hill was superb, comprehending the
rich vale they had just traversed, with its meadows, orchards, and
farms, and the beautiful combes and downs on either side. They then
descended into the valley, in which stood Pillesdon, the residence of
Sir Hugh Wyndham, the colonel's uncle, but they did not go near the
mansion.

Shortly afterwards they mounted another lofty eminence, on the summit
of which was a large and very perfect British encampment, known as
Lambert's Castle. Hence a magnificent view of the sea was commanded.

Aware of what he might expect, Charles rode on in advance of his
companions, and when he had reached Lambert's Castle, and the grand
view burst upon him, he looked neither to the right nor to the left,
but at the sea.

Yes, there it was at last! There was the sea! Deliverance was at hand!
A few hours more, and he should be wafted across that broad expanse to
the friendly shore.

So enchanted was he by the sight that he gave vent to his rapture in a
joyous shout. Juliana was almost equally excited.

"By this time to-morrow your majesty will be safe in France," she
cried.

"I must not be too confident. The wind is fair now--but it may change.
I have had so many disappointments, that I cannot feel quite secure."

"Nothing is certain, sire--at least, wise people say so. But it seems
to me that the chances are a thousand to one in favour of your
majesty's safe embarkation to-night, and therefore you may calculate
on arriving at St. Malo to-morrow. The sea itself seems to smile upon
you, and promise you a fair passage."

"Smiles are sometimes treacherous, and promises are often broken,"
said Charles. "But I will gladly trust myself to those bright waves."

At this moment Colonel Wyndham and the others rode up.

"There is a sight to gladden your heart, sire," exclaimed the colonel.

"Ay, 'tis the pleasantest prospect I have beheld for many a day,
Frank. Yet my satisfaction at the hope of immediate escape is not
unalloyed. I go into exile. I leave my friends behind me."

"Your exile will not be long, sire," rejoined the colonel. "Your
friends will soon have you back again."

"Heaven alone can tell when I shall return--and how I shall return,"
rejoined the king. "But return I will."

"You will return to ascend the throne," said Juliana.

"I accept the prediction," said Charles. "Coming from such fair lips
it cannot be falsified."

Riding down the south side of the hill, they shaped their course
towards the solitary farmhouse, appointed as a place of rendezvous by
Captain Ellesdon.

Being now on the open downs, they could no doubt be seen from a
distance, for a horseman was descried galloping towards them. At
first, the king thought it must be Captain Ellesdon, but as the
horseman drew nearer, his majesty easily recognised Lord Wilmot, who
had appointed to meet him at this place, and had been waiting for him
for some time.

A very affectionate greeting took place between the king and his
friend, and the latter, after briefly recounting his adventures since
they separated, gave his majesty many particulars respecting his
devoted partisans. The intelligence that most deeply interested
Charles related to the Earl of Derby, who, it appeared, was now a
prisoner in Chester Castle, and had been condemned to lose his head.
Lord Wilmot himself had been in great danger, but had contrived to
escape capture.

This conference lasted for some time, and the king had been so deeply
engrossed by Lord Wilmot's narration, that he quite forgot the
presence of Juliana, who had listened to the recital in terror.

When Lord Wilmot had finished his sad tidings, Charles remained for
some minutes lost in painful reflection, and during this time no one
ventured to disturb him. At length, a slight movement on the part of
Juliana recalled him to himself. Starting as if aroused from a painful
dream, he rode on towards the farm-house, which was only a mile
distant.

Captain Ellesdon had been for some hours at the place of rendezvous,
and, made aware of the approach of the royal party, stationed himself
at the gate to receive the king.



Chapter 14. HOW THE KING AND JULIANA WERE RECEIVED BY DAME SWAN

Lonesome was a substantial farm-house, with whitewashed walls and a
thatched roof, and being a dairy-farm, at which the best double Dorset
blue-mould cheeses were made, it had large cow-sheds and other out-
buildings attached to it, and its comfortable appearance was
heightened by a very extensive orchard, the trees of which were still
heavily laden with fruit.

Captain Ellesdon did not dare to make a reverence to his majesty on
his arrival, lest he should be noticed by the farming men, who
naturally came forward to look at the party, and take charge of the
horses, but while assisting Juliana to alight, he had an opportunity
of saying a few words to the king, and later on, he had a private
conference with his majesty. Charles thanked him most warmly for the
important service he had rendered him--a service, he declared, that
could not adequately be rewarded--and to these gracious observations
Captain Ellesdon made a fitting response; adding, that he was most
happy to inform his majesty that everything was going on well. Not an
hour ago, he had seen Limbry, and had learnt that the Eider Duck was
already victualled, and out of the Cobb, and would be quite ready to
set sail at midnight, as soon as the passengers were on board.

"The seamen have been given to understand," pursued Captain Ellesdon,
"that the reason why the passengers embark at Charmouth at such an
unseasonable hour, and not at Lyme, is, that they fear an arrest,
their factor at St. Malo having detained their goods, which they trust
to recover by appearing in person against him. With this explanation
the seamen are perfectly satisfied, and a few gold pieces on your
majesty's arrival at St. Malo will effectually seal their lips. As the
wind is fair, I think your majesty may calculate on a prosperous
voyage. You have no doubt been informed that a large fair is held in
Lyme today. Advantage has been taken of the meeting by the mayor of
the town to publicly read the Proclamation made by the Men of
Westminster, offering a reward of a Thousand Pounds for the discovery
of your majesty, with the penalty of death against all who shall
conceal you. I am rejoiced to think that the Eider Duck is out of
port, so that the seamen will not be likely to hear of the notice; and
I am still better pleased to find that our staunch shipmaster appears
to care little about it. Your majesty will be off before any mischief
can be done. As it turns out, it would have been quite impossible for
you to embark at Lyme, since Captain Macy has just arrived there with
a regiment of horse, and his men are spread about the town, and the
inns and ale-houses are full of them. I must also put your majesty on
your guard against Reuben Rufford, the ostler at the little inn at
Charmouth. He is a Roundhead, and a notorious knave, as I have
discovered."

"I will observe all due caution in regard to the rascal," said the
king. "But as my stay at Charmouth will be so short, I do not think
there is much to fear from him."

Some further conversation then took place, at the close of which the
king reiterated his thanks to Captain Ellesdon, and presented him with
a piece of gold, through which a hole had been drilled, so that it
could be worn, bidding him keep it as an earnest of what he would do
for him hereafter, should better days arrive.

"Most assuredly those days will arrive, sire," said the captain; "but
I desire no greater reward for my services than that which I have now
received. I shall always wear this medal next my heart."

There being nothing to detain him longer at the farm-house, the king
now gave the word for departure, and all his attendants mounted their
horses. Captain Ellesdon rode by his majesty's side, and conducted him
to the summit of the steep hill that rises between Charmouth and Lyme;
pointing out the Eider Duck, lying off the mouth of the Cobb, as well
as the exact spot where it had been arranged that the long-boat should
fetch his majesty and his companions at midnight.

From this elevated point Lyme seemed immediately beneath them, and the
king could clearly perceive the crowd in the principal street, as well
as hear the shouts and other noises that arose from the fair. Amid the
throng he noticed that many red-coats were mingled. From the church
tower floated the flag of the Commonwealth.

Satisfied at last with the survey, Charles bade farewell to Captain
Ellesdon, and with his attendants rode down the left side of the
declivity to Charmouth, while the captain took his way on the right to
Lyme.

As they approached the little town, Charles asked Juliana if she was
quite prepared for the part she had to play, and received a laughing
response in the affirmative.

Harry Peters had ridden on beforehand, so that when the party arrived
at the little inn, the hostess, with the ostler and all the servants,
were at the door ready to receive them.

Luckily, most of the villagers were at Lyme fair, or there would have
been a little crowd collected to gaze at the strangers. So dazzled was
Dame Swan by Juliana's beauty, as she assisted the young lady to
alight, that she could look at no one else, but when she did bestow a
glance on the king she did not think him half handsome enough to be
the husband of such a charming creature.

Leading Juliana into a parlour, where a cold collation was laid out,
the good dame kissed her and wished her all happiness. They were
followed by Charles, who laughingly inquired if the hostess meant to
rob him of his intended bride.

"I won't rob you of her, sir," replied Dame Swan; "and I'll do my best
to prevent any one else from taking her from you. Ah! sir, you ought
to esteem yourself the luckiest man on earth to have obtained such a
treasure."

"Why, so I do, dame. But is she not the luckiest woman?"

"I'm sure I think myself so," said Juliana.

"I'm a very bad judge," remarked the hostess. "I often say to myself,
'It's very well we are not all of one mind. What suits one person
wouldn't suit another.'"

"It's very clear I don't suit your fancy, good dame," cried Charles,
laughing.

Here they were interrupted by the entrance of the rest of the party,
and they all on the king's invitation sat down to the repast--Juliana,
of course, being seated beside his majesty, and receiving particular
attentions from him.

Careless sat on the other side of the young damsel, who did not seem
displeased to have him near her, but chatted with him very gaily. And
the hostess subsequently remarked to Harry Peters, who had assisted
her to wait on the company:

"I shouldn't have been surprised if that lovely creature had run away
with the gallant-looking Cavalier on her right, and I almost think she
prefers him to the accepted suitor. It's not too late yet for her to
change her mind."

"Oh! yes, it is a great deal too late;" rejoined Harry Peters. "Take
care you don't put such whims into her head."

"Not I, i'faith!" she rejoined. "But I'm pretty sure I'm right."

Later in the evening, the hostess was confirmed in her opinion when
Careless and Juliana walked out into the little garden at the back of
the house. She could not help listening to their conversation, and
heard the Cavalier say, in very tender accents, as it seemed to her:

"I must now bid you farewell! Fate seems resolved to separate us--but
I hope we shall meet again. I will not ask you to be constant to me."

"I should think not," mentally ejaculated Dame Swan, "seeing that she
is just about to be wedded to another."

"But I vow that I will be so," cried Juliana. "If a certain person,
whom we both detest, and who interferes with our happiness, should
only be removed, you will return at once, will you not?"

"There is very little chance of his removal, I fear," said Careless,
with a profound sigh. "His success has been too complete of late."

"But something unexpected may occur," said Juliana. "He may not be
long in our way."

"I hope not," said Careless. "But his present position appears
secure."

"Still, I do not think he can long maintain it," said Juliana. "He
must fall soon."

"The announcement of his death will be my summons to return," said
Careless. "If some sure hand would only strike the blow."

"At a crisis like the present, when such great interests are at stake,
that hand is not likely to be wanting," said Juliana.

"Great Heavens! She is planning the poor young man's destruction,
before she has married him," thought Dame Swan. "'Tis fortunate I have
overheard the dreadful design, and can therefore prevent it. Hist!
Hist!" she cried.

Alarmed by the sound, Juliana came instantly into the house.

"I want to speak to you," said the hostess, taking her hand, and
drawing her into a small room which she called her own.

After closing the door, she said in a tone of great sympathy, "I find
you are very unhappily circumstanced."

"I do not understand you," interrupted Juliana.

"I have accidentally overheard what has passed between you and the
handsome young Cavalier in the garden, and I find that you greatly
prefer him to the swarthy-complexioned gentleman, to whom you have
promised your hand. You are very young, and feeling for you like a
mother, I cannot see you rush to destruction, without trying to
prevent it. Break off this foolish engagement at once--at once, I
say--and return to your father. Nay, if you hesitate, I will take you
to him myself. You must not--shall not--marry this man."

"I do not mean to marry him," said Juliana.

"What is it you mean to do, in Heaven's name?" cried Dame Swan, with
an energy that alarmed the young damsel.

"I find I must trust you;" she said. "I am sure you are perfectly
loyal."

"Loyal! yes! I should like to see the king on the throne, and his
enemies confounded. But what has my loyalty got to do with your
engagement?"

"Everything," replied Juliana, reassured by the good woman's words.
"The king is now beneath your roof. He is the person whom you have
been led to believe would be my husband; but the wretch of whom you
heard us speak in the garden is the accursed regicide Cromwell. Now
you understand it all?"

"I do, I do," cried Dame Swan.

"I won't trust you by halves," said Juliana. "The king is about to
embark at midnight for France. Major Careless, with whom I was
conversing in the garden, will sail with him."

"Oh! I hope they will soon return!" cried the hostess. "I hope you
will soon be wedded to the major! He is worthy of you. I am glad you
have told me this, though the information is so astounding, that it
has quite upset me. But I shall be right in a few minutes."

Now that this explanation had taken place with the hostess, Juliana
felt quite at ease with the good dame, and was very glad to spend the
rest of the evening with her in her room.

To Charles the hours seemed to pass very slowly, and he longed for
midnight, but he was in extremely good spirits, and all his attendants
exerted themselves to amuse him.

Every half-hour--indeed, more frequently--some one went out to
ascertain the state of the weather. The night was fine and starlight,
and a light breeze from the north-west was just what was desired.
Charmouth, as the reader is aware, is about half a mile from the
shore, but as an eminence intervenes the sea is not visible from the
little town.

These constant reports of the favourable state of the weather helped
to keep up the king's spirits. Missing Juliana, and deeming it
necessary to maintain his part as her intended husband, he went in
search of her and found her in the hostess's room. Dame Swan was with
her at the time, and the extreme deference now paid him by the hostess
soon showed him that she had been let into the secret.

Feeling, therefore, that further disguise was useless, he addressed
her in his own proper character, and quite enchanted her with his
affability.

"I was not aware of the great honour intended me, my liege," she said,
"or I would have made more fitting preparations for your reception."

"You have done quite enough, my good dame;" said Charles. "In strict
fulfilment of your promise, you have kept your house free from guests
at a busy time, so that I have been perfectly private, and if I had
departed without making any disclosure to you, I should have desired
others to thank you in my name."

Quite overwhelmed by his majesty's condescension, the hostess could
make no reply.

"I must, also, compliment you on your discernment," pursued the king,
smiling. "You quickly perceived that I wanted some necessary
qualifications for the part I attempted to play, and that I was not
exactly the person with whom this charming young gentlewoman would
have made a runaway match. A great liberty has been taken with her--
excusable only under the circumstances--but you will understand that
her loyalty alone induced her to consent to the scheme."

"Yes, but I played my part so indifferently, that I do not deserve
your majesty's thanks," said Juliana.

"Nay, the fault was mine," rejoined the king. And he added in a low
voice, "I ought to have changed parts with Major Careless."



Chapter 15. THE WATCHERS BY THE SEA

By this time, most of the inhabitants of the little town who had been
at Lyme fair had returned, and a great number of them flocked to the
inn, and made so much disturbance, that the hostess was fain to serve
them, but she would not let them into the parlour, and after they had
emptied a few pots of cider--that being the liquor for which Charmouth
was renowned--they quietly departed.

Half an hour later, every house in the village--except the little inn,
was closed--and its inmates had apparently retired to rest, since not
a light could be seen in any of the windows.

To avoid any chance of danger to his majesty, it had been arranged
that Colonel Wyndham, attended by Harry Peters, should ride to the
mouth of the Char about an hour before midnight, and there await the
long-boat. On its arrival, Peters was to gallop back and give
information to the king, who would be prepared to start on the instant
with his companions for the place of rendezvous. The horses would be
ready saddled, so that no delay could occur.

Soon after eleven o'clock, the colonel, having received his majesty's
last commands, prepared to set out. Reuben Rufford, the ostler,
brought out the horses, and both the colonel and Harry Peters noticed
that the fellow appeared very inquisitive, and held up his lantern, so
as to throw its light on their faces. When they were gone, Reuben
observed to his mistress that he thought they could be about no good,
but she rebuked him sharply, and he went back to the stable.

Riding singly along the narrow green lane, already described as
leading to the sea-shore, Colonel Wyndham and Peters presently arrived
at the mouth of the Char.

The place was perfectly solitary. They had encountered no one in the
lane, and no one was to be seen on the beach. The only sound that
could be heard was that of the waves breaking on the sandy shore. It
was within half an hour of high water, and the tide was flowing
rapidly.

The night was dark, but clear, and they looked out for the Eider Duck,
and fancied they could distinguish her in the offing, about a mile
out. A light could be seen at the head of Lyme Cobb, which looked like
a huge black ship moored to the shore. The dark sloping cliffs were
wrapped in gloom, but nothing was to be feared in that direction, for
the road along the beach was impassable in this state of the tide.

For some time the watchers remained with their gaze fixed upon the
sea, hoping to descry the boat, anxiously listening for the sound of
oars. They heard nothing except the wearisome and monotonous sound of
the waves.

Hitherto scarcely a word had passed between them, but now the colonel
could not help expressing astonishment that the boat did not make its
appearance.

"Have a little patience, sir," said Peters. "It will soon be here,
I'll warrant you. Stephen Limbry will not prove false."

"I think not," said the colonel. "Hark! 'tis the hour!"

As he spoke a distant bell struck twelve, so slowly that in the deep
stillness the strokes could be counted.

The appointed hour had come, but no boat came with it.

In vain the colonel and his servant strained their gaze towards the
spot where they supposed the boat was lying. No boat could be seen.

Sometimes they fancied they could descry it, but the delusive object,
whatever it might be, quickly vanished.

Another hour passed by, and found them at their post, still gazing at
the sea, still hoping the boat would come, vainly hoping, as it
proved.

The tide had turned, but had not yet perceptibly receded.

Though staggered and uneasy, Colonel Wyndham had not lost faith in the
shipmaster.

"Should Limbry turn out a traitor, I will never trust man again," he
said.

"Perhaps the seamen have gone ashore to the fair, colonel, and he has
not been able to get them back again," rejoined Peters.

"The delay is unaccountable," cried the colonel. "His majesty will be
distracted."

"Shall I ride back, and inform him that no boat has yet come ashore?"
said Peters.

"That would make matters worse," rejoined the colonel. "Stay till you
can take him good news." They waited for another hour, and for an hour
after that, patiently--striving to persuade themselves that the boat
would still come.

The tide having now retreated to a considerable distance, the colonel
rode upon the sand, and dashed into the water in his anxiety to
discern the object he so fruitlessly sought.

No boat met his gaze; and the sky having become clouded, the sea
looked dark and sullen. His own breast was full of sombre thoughts.
The hopes that had animated him a few hours ago were gone, and had
given place to bitter disappointment.

Still, though his hopes were crushed, he clung despairingly to his
post, nor would he quit it, or allow Peters to depart, till day broke.

When the first streaks of dawn fell upon the sea, he looked out for
the treacherous bark, and beheld her lying within half a mile of the
Cobb. She had not quitted her position since yesterday.

However, it was useless to tarry longer. Even if the boat were sent
now it would be impossible to embark in it at low water. Bidding
Peters follow him, and in a state of mind bordering on distraction, he
rode along the lane to Charmouth.

But how could he face the king?



Chapter 16. HOW THE GREY MARE PROVED THE BETTER HORSE

Limbry was not altogether in fault, though appearances were against
him.

Like many other men, he was under the governance of his spouse. And,
as we shall now proceed to show, it was owing to Dame Limbry that the
king's well-planned escape to France was frustrated. It may be
remembered that she had expressed to her daughter a resolution to
ascertain the nature of the important business on which Captain
Ellesdon and the two Cavaliers desired to see Limbry at the inn. But
she did not succeed. Strange to say, the shipmaster for once kept his
own counsel, and this unwonted reticence on his part only served to
inflame his wife's curiosity the more. Feeling his inequality in a
contest with such a determined woman, Limbry showed his discretion by
keeping out of her way as much as possible, and did not even acquaint
her with his intention to go to sea; but desirous to propitiate her,
he urged her to take her daughter to Lyme fair. As it turned out, he
could not have acted more injudiciously. While at the fair, Dame
Limbry heard the terrible Proclamation, and a suspicion immediately
crossed her that the two gentlemen she had seen were fugitive
Cavaliers from Worcester. The suspicion was converted into certainty,
when about nine o'clock at night, just after she and her daughter had
returned from Lyme, Limbry, who had been absent from home all day,
came in, and instead of sitting down like a good husband and father to
chat with them, went up-stairs at once to his own room, in order to
pack up some linen.

While he was thus employed, his wife, who had followed him, entered
the room, closed the door, and putting on an injured expression of
countenance, which she knew so well how to assume, asked him, in a
tone that made him quake, what he was about.

"Surely, you are not going to sea to-night?"

"Yes I am," he replied, finding further concealment impossible. "My
landlord, Captain Ellesdon, has provided me with a freight which will
be worth infinitely more to me than if the Eider Duck were laden with
goods. Distrusting your power of keeping a secret, I have hitherto
kept the matter from you, but now that there is no risk of your
blabbing, I may tell you that I am about to transport some passengers
to St. Malo, and on my return I shall receive a very handsome sum from
Captain Ellesdon for my pains."

But instead of appearing pleased, and congratulating him as he
expected on his good fortune, with a countenance inflamed with anger,
his wife screamed out:

"I knew it. I felt quite certain you were about to transport some
Royalists to France--perhaps the Malignant Prince himself. Foolish
man! do you know that the penalty is death? Do you know that you are
liable to be hanged for aiding the escape of traitors? This very
morning I heard the Proclamation published at Lyme by the mayor,
offering a reward of a thousand pounds for the capture of Charles
Stuart, and threatening, with the heaviest penalties--even death--
those who may aid the escape of his partisans. Now, I know that the
men you have engaged to carry over to France are Royalists, and, as a
dutiful and loving wife, I am bound to save you from the consequences
of your folly. You shall not throw away a life which, if not valuable
to yourself, is valuable to me and to my child. You shall NOT sail to
France to-night!"

"How will you prevent me?" inquired her husband, contemptuously. "Tell
me that."

"By locking you up in this chamber," she replied.

And before he could stop her, she slipped out of the room, and locked
the door on the outside.

"Now, get out if you can," she cried, derisively.

"Ten thousand furies!" cried Limbry, vainly trying to force open the
door. "Let me out at once, or you will rue it."

"'Tis you who will rue it, not me," she rejoined. "Unless you are
quiet, I will go at once to Lyme, and give information to Captain Macy
against both you and Captain Ellesdon."

"Zounds! Woman!" he cried. "You don't mean to say you will commit such
folly?" Assuming a coaxing tone, he then added, "Hear me, sweetheart!
Open the door, and I'll bring you the handsomest present from St.
Malo--I swear I'll do it."

"I'm not to be cajoled," she replied, in accents that left him no
doubt of her fixed determination. "Keep quiet, or I will at once set
off for Lyme, and see Captain Macy, and then you know full well what
will follow."

"Was ever fair plan so absurdly defeated!" groaned the shipmaster. "If
I could only give information to the gentlemen; but that's impossible,
with this infernal woman at the door. Since there's no help for it, I
must submit."

And throwing himself, dressed as he was, on the bed, he gave utterance
to a few more groans, and fell asleep.

When he awoke, about five o'clock in the morning, the events of the
previous night rushed forcibly upon him, and his self-reproaches were
so keen, that he started from his bed, and rushed to the door.

Finding it still locked, he called out lustily for his wife. The
summons was quickly answered, for Dame Limbry had sat up all night,
and in reply to his demand to be released, she refused, unless he
solemnly promised to give up his intended voyage.

After some little demur, and another attempt at coaxing, which proved
unsuccessful, he assented, and gave the required promise, but he added
that he must go down to the sea-side and inform the gentlemen who were
waiting for him, that he was unable to fulfil his engagement.
Thereupon, the door was opened, and Limbry prepared to set out at
once.

Rather doubting his design, notwithstanding the solemn promise he had
just given, his vigilant spouse would not allow him to go alone, but
followed him closely with her daughter, and they were proceeding along
the narrow lane leading to the sea, when they met Colonel Wyndham and
his servant. The colonel could not fail to be struck by Limbry's
downcast looks, and he was also surprised to see him attended by the
two women. But he was too exasperated to heed their presence.

"Treacherous rascal!" he vociferated. "Art thou not ashamed to look me
in the face after breaking thy engagement to Captain Ellesdon and
myself? I have been waiting for the boat since midnight. How dost thou
attempt to justify thy scandalous conduct? Ha!"

"I cannot justify it, sir," said Limbry. "I have been made a prisoner
in my own house."

"An idle story!" exclaimed Colonel Wyndham, incredulously.

"'Tis the truth," cried Dame Limbry, stepping forward. "I knew my
foolish husband was running his neck into a noose, so I locked him up
to save him. Don't tempt him to sail, or as sure as I'm a living
woman, I'll inform against you all."

"Be not afraid, woman, I've done with him," rejoined the colonel.
"Take care thy termagant spouse doesn't get thee into mischief," he
added to Limbry.

So saying he rode past them, and made his way towards the inn.

Arrived there, he despatched Peters to Lyme Regis to acquaint Captain
Ellesdon with the failure of the scheme, and ask his advice.



Chapter 17. THE REVEREND BARTHOLOMEW WESLEY

On entering the house the colonel found Charles and his attendants in
a state of the greatest anxiety. His looks announced the ill-tidings
he brought; and it was scarcely necessary for him to relate what had
happened. The king bore the grievous disappointment better than might
have been expected, but he could not wholly repress his feelings of
vexation.

"If I had had to do with a man of mettle, master in his own house, as
well as master of his ship, I should have been half-way across the
English Channel by this time," he cried. "Fate thwarts me at every
turn; but I will not be cast down. We shall hear what Captain Ellesdon
says. Perhaps he may be able to find me another vessel."

"After what has occurred, I do not think it will be safe for your
majesty to remain here," said Colonel Wyndham. "Limbry's wife will
probably publish all she knows. Besides, I do not like the looks of
the ostler. The knave eyed me suspiciously as I gave him my horse just
now, and muttered something about my being out all night."

"Where would you have me go? What would you have me do?" cried
Charles.

"Perhaps Captain Ellesdon may suggest some plan," said the colonel.
"We shall hear when Peters returns; but my notion is that your majesty
should ride on to Bridport. You may have better luck there than here."

"My horse has cast a shoe," said Lord Wilmot, rising to quit the room.
"If we are going to start immediately, I must send him to a smith."

So saying, he went out, and proceeding to the stable, gave the ostler
the necessary instructions. Like Colonel Wyndham, he was struck with
the man's inquisitive manner, and declined to have any conversation
with him.

"I can't make these folks out," thought Reuben. "There's the strangest
goings on with them I ever knew. 'Tis my belief they're a pack of
malignants trying to escape; but I'll soon find it out."

Thus ruminating, and considering what reward he should obtain for
giving information against his mistress's guests, he took Lord
Wilmot's horse to a blacksmith, named Seth Hammet, whose smithy was in
the lower part of the village. Bidding the smith good morrow, he told
him he had brought him a job.

Seth Hammet, who was a sharp-looking young man, thanked him, but being
of an inquisitive turn, he added, "You've got some gentlefolks at the
inn, I think?"

"Ay, ay," replied Reuben, not desiring to take him into his
confidence. "This horse belongs to one of them."

"A fine horse," observed Hammet, looking at him admiringly. "But they
all seem well mounted. Where do they come from?"

"I don't happen to know," replied Reuben, in a tone meant to signify
that he did not feel inclined to tell. "Somewhere in Devonshire, I
believe."

"Well, I can easily find out," observed Hammet, with a knowing look.

"I should like to know how?" rejoined Reuben, surprised.

"I'll show you presently," said the smith.

"If there's witchcraft in it, I won't have anything to do with it,"
said Reuben.

"Bless you! there's no witchcraft in it. 'Tis the simplest thing
possible, as you'll see. Two of your guests have been out all night."

"How do you know that?" asked Reuben.

"Because I saw them return, not half an hour ago. The servant rode on
to Lyme. I'm sure of it, for I heard his master tell him to go on to
Captain Ellesdon's house."

"Ah, indeed!" exclaimed the ostler, surprised.

"Yes, you didn't know that, Reuben," said the smith. "Now let us
proceed to business."

Thereupon, he took up the horse's feet, and examined the shoes, twice
over, very deliberately. After the second examination, he said, with a
grin:

"Now, Reuben, I can tell you something that will surprise you. This
horse has only three shoes on, as you know. Each shoe has been put on
in a different county--Somerset, Stafford, Worcester."

"Did you say Worcester?" cried Reuben.

"Look here," replied Hammet, lifting up one of the horse's fore-feet.
"That shoe came from Worcester. Now, don't you think I'm a conjurer?"

"I don't know what to think," replied Reuben.

But it seemed as if something had suddenly struck him, for he said
rather hastily:

"I can't stay any longer. I want to see our minister, Mr. Wesley; I'll
come back for the horse presently."

So saying, he ran off to Mr. Wesley's dwelling, which was at no great
distance, but he found that the minister was at prayers with his
family, and knowing from experience that the reverend gentleman's
discourses were rather lengthy, he would not wait, but went on to the
inn.

During his absence Harry Peters, who had galloped there and back, had
returned from Lyme, and was now with the king. Peters had seen Captain
Ellesdon, who was quite confounded to hear of the failure of the plan,
having persuaded himself that his majesty was then on the way to St.
Malo.

"Never in my life have I seen a man so greatly troubled as the captain
appeared," said Peters. "He humbly tenders his advice to your majesty
not to make any longer stay in Charmouth. He would have ridden over to
offer his counsel in person, and urge your immediate departure, had it
been safe to do so. Rumours, he says, are sure to be bruited abroad,
which will infallibly lead to strict search and pursuit by Captain
Macy."

Captain Ellesdon's counsel so completely coincided with the opinion
previously expressed by Colonel Wyndham and his other adherents, that
the king determined to act upon it, and preparations were made for his
immediate departure. Juliana had retired to rest in a chamber provided
for her by Dame Swan, but she had been astir for some time, and was
now in the hostess's room, quite ready to start.

Dame Swan was with her, when a maid-servant entered and informed her
mistress that Reuben, the ostler, desired to speak with her, and she
went out to him.

Displeased by his manner and looks, Dame Swan said to him, very
sharply:

"Why are you not in the stable, Reuben, helping the young man to get
ready the horses? If you have aught to say to me, it can be said at a
more convenient opportunity, when the guests are gone."

"No, it cannot," replied the ostler. "No opportunity like the present.
Hear what I have to say, and be warned. I will not saddle or bridle
the horses--neither will I suffer your guests to depart. They are
malignants. I have proof of it."

"Fie upon you, Reuben!" cried his mistress. "You have been drinking
strong waters on an empty stomach, and your brain is confused."

"I have only drunk my customary pot of cider," he rejoined; "and my
brain is clear enough to convince me that Charles Stuart is now in
this house."

"What do I hear?" cried Dame Swan, putting the best face she could on
the matter. "Out on thee, for a false knave! Dost want to injure my
house by thy lies? There are none but gentle-folks here--men true to
the Commonwealth. Go to the stable at once, and bring round the
horses, or thou shalt quit my service."

"I do not design to remain in your service, misguided woman," he
rejoined; "and I warn you not to let these malignants depart. I am now
going to the Reverend Bartholomew Wesley, and will bring him back with
me."

"A fig for thy minister!" she rejoined.

But as soon as he was gone she flew to the parlour in which Charles
and the others were assembled, and informed them of the danger. On
this, the whole party hastened to the stable.

Fortunately, Harry Peters had got the horses ready, so that in another
minute they were all mounted--all, except Lord Wilmot, whose horse had
not been brought back. Careless accompanied his lordship to the
smithy.

As Dame Swan assisted Juliana to take her seat on the pillion behind,
the king bade her adieu, and putting his arm round her neck, kissed
her heartily.

He then rode off with his attendants towards Bridport, Lord Wilmot and
Careless being left behind.

They had not been gone long, when a short, stout personage entered the
inn, and greeted the hostess, though in rather a singular manner. He
was arrayed in a black gown with Geneva bands, and a close-fitting
black velvet skull-cap, that set off his ruddy visage. This was the
Reverend Bartholomew Wesley, an ancestor we may remark of the renowned
John Wesley. His countenance had a strange sarcastic expression,
though he put on an air of mock respect.

"I scarce know how to approach you, Margaret, you are grown such a
mighty grand dame," he said, with an affected reverence.

"Eh day! what's the meaning of this foolery?" she cried.

"You must be a maid of honour, at least," pursued the minister. "Nay,
nay, you can't gainsay me. Charles Stuart slept at your house last
night, and kissed you when he went away. 'Twas a great honour, no
doubt--a very great honour--and you may well be proud."

"I should be proud, if I thought it was the king who had kissed me,"
she rejoined, sharply. "But the guests who slept in my house last
night were plain country gentlemen, and it's no business of yours to
meddle with them."

"Slept, quotha!" cried Wesley, lifting up his hands. "Why, not one of
the party has been a-bed except the young damsel, and two of them have
been out all night. You see I'm well informed, Margaret!"

"I know who has told you these shameful falsehoods--'tis that false,
mischief-making knave, Reuben Rufford."

"Reuben is an honest man, and of the right leaven. You will have to
render an account of your guests, dame."

"I tell you my guests were all strangers to me. How can I give an
account of them? They paid their lawful reckoning, and that's more
than everybody does. All you desire is to get me into trouble--but I'm
not afraid. Out of my house with you!"

"Woman! woman! listen to me!"

"No, I won't listen to you any longer. Out of my house, I say; or I'll
find some one to kick you out."

Not knowing to what extremities the indignant dame might resort, the
minister deemed it prudent to retreat, but he shook his clenched hand
at her as he went out.

On coming forth he was joined by Reuben, and they went down to the
smithy together. Seth Hammet told them that the gentleman had taken
away his horse not many minutes ago, whereupon they both upbraided him
for his want of zeal.

"Dolt! we should have captured the malignant, had you deprived him of
the means of flight," said Wesley.

"I did resist," rejoined Hammet; "but he had a friend with him, and
they forced me to deliver up the horse. However, I was right well paid
for the job, for one of them flung me a pistole."

"Which way did they go? To Bridport?" demanded the minister.

"I think so," replied Hammet. "They rode up Stonebarrow Hill, and
seemed to be making for Moorcomblake."

"They have fled, but they shall not escape," said Wesley. "We will hie
unto Mr. Butler of Commer. He is the nearest justice of peace, and
when he has heard our statement, he will despatch his warrants to
raise the country for the apprehension of the Malignant Prince, and
those traitors to the Commonwealth who were with him last night at
Dame Swan's hostelry."

Thereupon, they all set off for Mr. Butler's residence, which was at
no great distance from Charmouth, and on arriving there they were
quickly admitted to the presence of the justice.

Now Mr. Butler was secretly a Royalist, though he prudently concealed
his opinions, and on hearing Reuben Rufford's statement, he assumed a
very severe countenance, and said:

"I know your mistress, Dame Swan, to be a very honest woman, and I
also know you to be an arrant knave, having had several complaints
made against you. I attach not the slightest credence to your
statement. I do not believe that Charles Stuart is in this part of the
country, and I therefore refuse to issue a warrant for his
apprehension."

Mr. Wesley made an effort to move him, but the justice continued
inflexible, and the applicants, who had made certain of success, left
in high dudgeon.

But they were determined not to be baffled, and at the minister's
instance, Reuben and Hammet set off at once for Lyme Regis, for the
purpose of laying the matter before Captain Macy.

"I shall be greatly surprised," said Wesley, "if the captain, who is
keen and clear-sighted, very different from this dull-witted,
prejudiced justice, does not immediately discern the truth."

They were not long in getting to Lyme Regis, and very soon found
Captain Macy--a fierce and zealous Republican soldier--who listened to
all they had to narrate with the utmost interest and attention.

As Mr. Wesley anticipated, he took a very different view of the case
from Justice Butler.

"You have done well in coming hither," he said; "and if the young man,
Charles Stuart, be captured, as with Heaven's grace he will be, ye
shall both be amply rewarded. I will start in pursuit of him at once.
Ye say that he and his attendants are gone towards Bridport."

"The person, whom I believe to be Charles Stuart, is gone in that
direction," said Reuben. "You will know him, inasmuch as he hath a
fair young damsel seated on a pillion behind him."

"Two of his companions took a different course," remarked Hammet. "But
no doubt they will rejoin him."

"Charles Stuart is the prize I aim at," cried Captain Macy. "Him will
I follow."

"Him will you assuredly capture, provided you loiter not by the way,
captain," said Reuben.

"'Tis not my custom to loiter;" rejoined Captain Macy. "Thou shalt go
with me. I may need thee."

Not five minutes afterwards, he was riding at a rapid trot, at the
head of a dozen men, across the hard sands to Charmouth. Mounted on a
stout trooper's horse, Reuben rode beside him, and it was a great
satisfaction to the spiteful ostler, when the detachment was drawn up
before the little inn and Dame Swan was summoned forth to speak to
Captain Macy.

The interrogation did not last many minutes, the captain stating that
he would question her further on his return. He was detained a little
longer by Mr. Wesley, who wished to have a few words with him, and
declared it to be his firm conviction that Charles Stuart had passed
the night at Dame Swan's hostel.

After this, Captain Macy gave the word, and the troop trotted off, in
the same order as before, on the road to Bridport.

"Heaven grant the king may escape them!" ejaculated the hostess as she
returned to her room. "I wonder I didn't sink to the ground when that
stern officer spoke to me. I trembled in every limb. This is all that
wicked Reuben's doing. I saw the villain with the troopers. May Heaven
requite him!"



Chapter 18. HOW THE KING FLED FROM BRIDPORT HARBOUR

Unconscious of the danger by which he was threatened, and not fearing
pursuit, Charles soon slackened his pace, and rode slowly up the side
of Stonebarrow Hill towards Moorcomblake. From this elevated point an
extensive view over the Vale of Marshwood was obtained, while on the
right rose the beacon-crowned summit of the Golden Cap. Charles halted
for a short time to contemplate this fine prospect, still hoping that
his friends would overtake him; but they came not, and he went on. By
this time, he had shaken off his disappointment, and completely
recovered his spirits; conversing as gaily as usual with Juliana, and
seeming greatly to enjoy the ride.

A little beyond Moorcomblake they met a small band of travellers, and
among them was a person whom both his majesty and Colonel Wyndham
recognised as having been a servant of the late king. The sight of
this man caused them both considerable uneasiness, but he passed on,
apparently without noticing them.

After a long descent, they reached Chidiock, and crossing the valley,
mounted another hilt, which offered charming prospects--a conspicuous
object being the singular cone-shaped eminence, known as Colmer's
Hill.

Passing several farm-houses, with large orchards attached to them,
they approached the pleasant old town of Bridport, delightfully
situated among the hills; Colonel Wyndham rode on in advance, and
entering the town, to his infinite surprise and vexation, found it
full of soldiers. On inquiry, he ascertained that Colonel Haynes, an
active Republican commander, was marching troops from several
garrisons to Weymouth and other places, in order to embark them for
Jersey and Guernsey, as those loyal islands still continued to hold
out against the Parliamentarians. The troops now in the town were to
be shipped in a few days from Bridport harbour.

Charged with this unsatisfactory intelligence, he rode back to the
king, and besought him not to enter the town, which was swarming with
his enemies, but Charles refused to turn aside, saying he had promised
to wait for Colonel Wilmot and Careless at Bridport, and whatever the
consequences might be, he would keep his word. However, he at last
consented to proceed to the harbour, but ordered Peters to remain in
the town to look after the others. He then rode boldly on, closely
attended by Colonel Wyndham.

Round the town-hall was collected a large body of men in steel caps,
buff coats, and funnel-topped boots, armed with calivers, pistols, and
long basket-hilted swords. Most of them were smoking their pipes. They
scrutinised the travellers as they went by, but did not attempt to
molest them.

The sight of so many of his foes, who could have captured him in an
instant, did not appear to intimidate the king. Juliana's fair cheek
was blanched, but she showed no other signs of fear.

Thus they passed through the town without hindrance, and rode on to
the port, which was about a mile and a half distant. The little quay
was unusually bustling, there being two or three ships in the harbour
waiting to convey the troops to Jersey. The pier was a huge, clumsy
wooden structure, somewhat resembling Lyme Cobb. Not far from it was
the George Inn, and thither the travellers repaired, but they found it
full of soldiers; and when Juliana had alighted, and Charles was
taking his horse to the stable, he found himself completely environed
by troopers. Nothing daunted, however, he pushed his way through the
throng, calling out lustily "By your leave," and caring little if he
trod on their feet. Colonel Wyndham followed his example, and they
both found that with such men rough usage answered better than
civility.

Some time elapsed before the slight repast they had ordered in a
private room was served, and they had just finished it, when Juliana,
who was looking from the window at the quay, perceived Harry Peters.
He promptly obeyed the sign she gave him, and coming up-stairs,
informed the king that he had been sent by Lord Wilmot to warn his
majesty to depart instantly.

"Captain Macy, with a troop of horse from Lyme Regis, is in pursuit of
you, my liege," said Peters. "They are now in Bridport, and are
searching all the inns, and are certain to come here."

"What is to be done?" cried Charles. "I am caught in a trap. My
retreat is cut off."

"Not so, my liege," replied Peters, confidently. "I will engage to
deliver you. Get out the horses without delay, and ride towards
Bridport."

"But by so doing I shall rush upon destruction," cried Charles.

"You will meet me before you meet the enemy, my liege," replied
Peters.

"Well, I will follow thy advice, though it seems strangely hazardous,"
said Charles.

Peters then left the room and rode off. Hurrying to the stable,
Charles and Colonel Wyndham got out their steeds, and in less than ten
minutes, the king, with Juliana seated behind him on the pillion, and
attended by the colonel, was proceeding at a rapid pace towards
Bridport.

When they were within half a mile of the town, they came to a road
that turned off on the right, and were debating whether to pursue it
or go on, when they heard the clatter of a horse's feet, and the next
moment beheld Peters galloping towards them. The faithful fellow
signed to them to turn off, and with such energy of action that they
instantly obeyed, but were surprised to find he did not follow them,
but went on at the same swift pace towards the harbour. His object,
however, was soon apparent. The heavy trampling of a troop of horse
was heard, mingled with the clank of swords, and the next moment a
detachment of cavalry dashed past, evidently in pursuit of the
fugitive, who had thus contrived to draw them on, putting his own life
in jeopardy to preserve the king. Though Charles himself was concealed
by a turn of the road, he clearly distinguished the troopers, and felt
sure that their leader was Captain Macy.

Scarcely knowing which way to proceed, but fearing to pass through
Bridport, lest they should be stopped, they rode on to a pretty little
village called Bothenhampton, and there inquired the road to
Dorchester. The person to whom the king addressed this inquiry,
stared, and told him he must go back through Bridport, but Charles
declined, and they rode on to Shipton Gorge, above which was a
remarkable hill shaped like a ship turned keel upwards, with a beacon
on the summit, and were directed to proceed to Hammerdon Hill, and
this course they took.

Having crossed a high range of furze-covered downs, and traversed a
broad common, they were approaching Winterborne Abbas, when they
descried their pursuers coming down the hill they had just descended.
Captain Macy, no doubt, had heard of the inquiries made by the king as
to the road to Dorchester, and had followed in that direction.

Fortunately, a coppice was at hand, and the fugitives managed to
conceal themselves within it, till their pursuers had passed. So near
were the troopers that the king could hear their shouts, announcing
that they felt certain of finding him at Dorchester. After this,
Charles required little persuasion to induce him to take a different
course, though he could not make up his mind altogether to quit the
coast.

Having gained the Roman road which once led to Dorchester, they
proceeded along it in the opposite direction, towards a fine down
known as Eggardon Hill, the summit of which was crowned by an ancient
camp, with very remarkable intrenchments. Thence they proceeded
through the downs and along the beautiful valley of the Brit towards
Beaminster.

Some seven years previously, Beaminster was a flourishing and cheerful
little town, but it now looked like a collection of ruins, having
nearly been burnt down in 1644, during the Civil War, and it had only
been partially rebuilt. Charles was so struck by the melancholy aspect
of the place that he would not halt there as he intended, but
proceeded to Broad Windsor, which was about three miles distant.

On the road thither, they descried three persons on horseback on the
summit of a high conical hill, called Chartknolle. Evidently, these
persons had stationed themselves on this conspicuous position in order
to survey the country round. Juliana declared they were their friends,
but the king and Colonel Wyndham scarcely dared indulge the hope.

The question, however, was speedily set at rest. Dashing down the side
of the hill at a headlong pace came Harry Peters, and he was followed,
somewhat more leisurely, by Lord Wilmot and Careless.

It was a joyous meeting, and a few minutes were occupied in mutual
congratulations and explanations. Harry Peters, it appeared, had
escaped by swimming his horse across the Brit, his pursuers not daring
to follow him. He then made his way to Eype, where he encountered Lord
Wilmot and Careless, who had galloped thither from Bridport.

At this point Lord Wilmot took up the story:

"Feeling it would be impossible to render your majesty any service at
the time," said his lordship, "after a brief consultation, we
determined to proceed to Trent, as we could not doubt that you would
soon find your way thither. So we rode on to Netherbury and Stoke
Abbots. By Careless's advice, we then mounted this hill in order to
survey the country, and right glad I am that we did so."

"No post could have been better chosen," said Charles. "Had you been
long on the hill top?"

"More than an hour," replied Wilmot. "I confess I thought it useless
to remain so long, but Careless judged better, and was loth to
depart."

"I had a firm conviction that I should discover your majesty," said
Careless. "I saw you when you left Beaminster, and I felt certain it
was your majesty from the fair damsel who rides behind you."

"The fair damsel has as quick eyes as you have, and instantly detected
you," said the king. "I am right glad we have met. That I myself have
escaped is entirely owing to thee, my faithful fellow," he added to
Harry Peters. "Hadst thou fallen into the hands of the enemy I should
have been truly grieved."

"Heaven be thanked I am still able and ready to serve your majesty,"
rejoined Peters.



Chapter 19. BROAD WINDSOR

The king and his companions then rode on to Broad Windsor, and
proceeded to the George, the only inn the place contained. Rice Jones
was the name of the host, and he and his wife were well known to
Colonel Wyndham, having been servants to his uncle, Sir Hugh Wyndham,
of Pillesden. Charles was so well pleased with their manner, and with
the comfortable appearance of the inn, that he resolved to pass the
night there, and bade the colonel secure all the best rooms in the
house, which was done. All the party, indeed, were so wearied that
they were enchanted at the prospect of a good night's rest, but they
did not obtain it, for late in the evening a troop of horse, which was
marching to Lyme Regis, arrived in the town, and demanded quarters at
the George. Poor Rice Jones humbly represented to them that all the
rooms were engaged, but this did not satisfy the troopers. They
insisted on being accommodated, and when Jones protested it was quite
out of his power to oblige them, they took complete possession of the
lower part of the house, and made such a disturbance that the
occupants of the rooms above could not obtain a wink of slumber. The
noise was bad enough, but Charles and the others were not without
apprehensions that the officer in command of the troop might compel
them to appear before him. This danger, however, they escaped, owing
to the management of Rice Jones and his wife, who answered for them.

At daybreak, however, the reveille was sounded, the troopers got upon
their horses, and rode out of the town, and the inn was left quiet.
Before his departure, however, the officer made some further inquiries
of Rice Jones as to his guests, and wished to know whither they were
going, but this the host could not inform him.

As it was quite certain that when the troopers arrived at Lyme Regis,
they must learn that Macy had been in pursuit of the fugitive king, it
would have been in the highest degree imprudent for his majesty and
those with him to remain longer at Broad Windsor, and preparations
were therefore made for immediate departure.

During breakfast, a consultation took place as to the best course to
be pursued in the present state of affairs. Colonel Wyndham was
clearly of opinion that it would be extremely hazardous for his
majesty to attempt to embark from any port in Dorsetshire, so many
forces being now drawn to the coast for the expedition to Jersey, and
he besought him to return to Trent, and to remain there till some
other plan could be devised for his escape.

"Pillesden, the residence of my uncle, Sir Hugh Wyndham, is close at
hand," continued the colonel; "and I would propose to your majesty to
retreat there for a time, but I feel certain, after the recent
occurrences, that the house will be strictly searched, and you might
unhappily be discovered."

"No, I will not go to Pillesden," said Charles. "I do not doubt the
security of Sir Hugh Wyndham's house, but I would rather be with thee,
Frank. I will return to Trent, and Careless shall attend me as
before."

"I am glad your majesty has so decided," said the colonel. "If I may
further advise I would propose that Harry Peters shall conduct Lord
Wilmot to the house of my friend, John Coventry, in Salisbury. He
resides in the Cathedral Close; and Dr. Hinchman, one of the former
prebends, lives with him. No man in the kingdom is more devoted to the
royal cause than John Coventry, and he will not only be well able to
advise how to procure a vessel for France, but will furnish any moneys
that may be required."

"I like the plan," said Lord Wilmot. "When I have seen Mr. Coventry
and consulted with him, I will send back Peters to Trent with all
particulars. If I am obliged to write, my letter shall be rolled up
like a bullet so that the messenger may swallow it, in case of need."

Here the conference ended. Soon afterwards the horses were brought
round, and they set off--Rice Jones promising, if Captain Macy should
come to the inn, that he would give him a wrong direction.

The whole party rode together to within a few miles of Yeovil, where
they separated--Lord Wilmot, attended by Harry Peters, proceeding to
Sherborne, on the way to Salisbury; while the king and his companions
went on to Trent, and arrived there in perfect safety.



Chapter 20. COLONEL ROBIN PHILIPS, OF MONTACUTE HOUSE

Nothing could be more agreeable to Charles, after the great fatigue he
had undergone, than the repose he was able to enjoy for the next few
days. But he then began to find his confinement irksome, despite the
attentions shown him by Lady Wyndham and her daughter-in-law, and the
agreeable companionship of the fair Juliana Coningsby. Harry Peters
had not yet returned from Salisbury, and the king could not help
fearing that Lord Wilmot had failed in obtaining Mr. Coventry's
assistance. Action, even attended by risk, suited Charles infinitely
better than quietude and he longed for something to do. Mr. Langton
sat with him for several hours in each day, but he found the worthy
man's discourses intolerably tedious, and declared to Careless that he
was becoming moped to death.

Careless, on the contrary, found his stay at Trent far from
disagreeable, and had no particular desire to incur fresh perils.
Quite content to wait till a good chance of escape to France should
offer, he saw difficulties in every plan that was suggested. He was so
happy in the society of Juliana Coningsby, that he quite dreaded a
separation from her.

One day, when the young pair were strolling together in the garden,
Mrs. Wyndham came forth to inform them that Harry Peters had just
returned from Salisbury, accompanied by Colonel Robin Philips. Upon
this Careless hastened to the yard, and found Colonel Wyndham
conversing with a tall, strongly-built man of soldier-like aspect and
bearing. This was Colonel Robin Philips, of Montacute House, grandson
of Sir Edward Philips, formerly Master of the Rolls. Though not
handsome the colonel had a manly, expressive countenance. Harry Peters
was leading the horses to the stable, but stopped for a moment to
salute Careless, who was then introduced to Colonel Philips, with whom
he shook hands heartily.

At this juncture, a lattice window, looking upon the yard, was opened,
and a voice called out:

"Robin! Robin! come up to me instantly."

"'Tis the king!" cried Colonel Philips.

And he instantly doffed his broad-leaved feathered hat, and
respectfully saluted Charles, whom he perceived at the window.

"Come up to me instantly, Robin," vociferated the king. "I am all
impatience to talk to thee. Come with him!" he added to the others.

Thus summoned they all repaired to the king's chamber. Charles
embraced Colonel Philips as he entered, and clapped him warmly on the
shoulder.

"I am the better pleased to see thee, Robin, because I did not expect
thee," he said. "How didst thou learn I was here?"

"From John Coventry, my liege," replied Colonel Philips. "I have of
late been in Ballsbury, and on Lord Wilmot's arrival Mr. Coventry sent
for me, knowing my anxious desire to serve your majesty, and after
conferring with him, I immediately proceeded to Southampton, and
succeeded in hiring a ship."

"Indeed!" exclaimed Charles joyfully.

"Pardon me, sire, I have raised your expectations too highly. Soon
after I had concluded an arrangement with the skipper, the vessel I
had hired was pressed to transport troops to Jersey."

"Then you have failed?" cried Charles.

"So far, my liege. But I do not regret the failure, for I have since
discovered that all vessels from Southampton are now stopped at
Calshot Castle, and again at Hurst Castle, and the passengers strictly
examined, so that the risk to your majesty would have been very
great."

"Discovery would have been almost certain," observed Colonel Wyndham.
"'Twill be best that your majesty should embark from some small port
on the Sussex coast, where the vessels are not watched."

"Exactly my opinion," said Colonel Philips. "With the assistance of my
friend Colonel George Gunter, of Rackton, near Chichester, I feel
confident I shall be able to hire a vessel at Little Hampton or
Shoreham. Before taking this step, however, I deemed it necessary to
consult your majesty, and have come hither for that purpose."

"Colonel Gunter, of course, can be relied upon, or you would not
propose him," observed Charles.

"He is thoroughly loyal, exceedingly active, and will spare no pains,"
said Colonel Philips.

"From my own personal knowledge, my liege, I can confirm this
description of George Gunter," added Careless. "Your majesty may
depend upon his fidelity."

"Then I place myself in his hands. Make any arrangement with him you
please."

"Since your majesty approves the plan, I will set out for Rackton
forthwith."

"Nay, thou shalt not depart to-day, Robin," cried the king. "To-morrow
will be quite time enough. I must have some further talk with thee.
The sight of thy honest face cheers me. Thou shalt lodge in my room."

"Nay, your majesty shall not be put to inconvenience. I can find him a
room," remarked Colonel Wyndham.

It was then arranged that Colonel Philips should remain at Trent till
the following day. His company was a great pleasure to the king, and
helped to dissipate the ennui under which his majesty had been
labouring of late. They had some further discussion as to the proposed
embarkation from the Sussex coast, and the more he considered the plan
the better the king liked it.

That night, Charles supped with the family party in the dining-room,
Colonel Philips, of course, being present, and the improvement in his
majesty's spirits was noticed by all the ladies. Supper was just over
when Harry Peters rushed into the room, with a very anxious
countenance, and said that Mr. Meldrum and some of the villagers--
notorious fanatics--were coming to search the house immediately. They
had witnessed Colonel Philips's arrival, and felt certain he was the
king--the report of his majesty's death at Worcester having been
authoritatively contradicted.

On this alarming intelligence, Charles immediately hurried up-stairs
to conceal himself in the secret closet, while Colonel Philips and
Careless followed more leisurely, and sat down in the king's room. The
searchers were not long in making their appearance, and Mr. Meldrum
demanded that Charles Stuart should be delivered up to them.

Colonel Wyndham answered them courteously.

"You shall see the gentleman who arrived here to-day, and judge for
yourselves whether he is Charles Stuart."

With this, he conducted them to the room upstairs. It was illumined by
a lamp, which showed them the two gentlemen seated near a table. Both
arose on the entrance of the party, and saluted Mr. Meldrum.

"You have seen me before, I doubt not, reverend sir," observed
Careless, respectfully; "because I regularly attend your church, and
have profited much by your discourses."

"Truly, I have seen you, sir," replied the minister, "and have been
much pleased by your devout manner and attention. I have, also, been
well pleased to find that Mistress Juliana Coningsby has become a
convert--peradventure, on your persuasion. I begin to think we are
mistaken," he added to those with him. "This is a person of middle
age, whereas Charles Stuart, as ye wot, is designated the Young Man."

"This gentleman is Captain Copthorne," said Careless, "a staunch
Republican and a Puritan."

"That is how I should describe myself, if called upon," said the so-
called Captain Copthorne, with a courteous bow. "I am neither a
fugitive prince, nor a malignant."

"The assurance is sufficient, captain," rejoined the minister. "We
have been labouring under a grievous error," he added to the zealots
with him, "and have no further business here."

As he turned to depart, he perceived Juliana standing at the back, and
said to her in a low tone:

"Ere long, I hope I may have the happy privilege of uniting you to one
who deserves you."

Juliana blushed deeply. Without waiting for a reply, Mr. Meldrum and
his company went down-stairs, and were shown out of the house by Harry
Peters. When the details of the incident were related to the king,
they caused him a good deal of amusement.

Promising to return to Trent as soon as any arrangement had been made,
through the instrumentality of Colonel Gunter, for the hire of a
vessel, Colonel Philips, next morning, took leave of his majesty, and
set out for Chichester, attended by the faithful Harry Peters.



Chapter 21. HOW THE KING LEFT TRENT

A week elapsed, and Colonel Philips had not returned, nor had any
tidings been received from him. The king's life differed very little
from that of a prisoner who enjoyed certain privileges, and whose
friends were permitted to visit him. However, he no longer felt
impatient, because he knew that every effort was being made for his
deliverance. He did not read much, though Colonel Wyndham possessed a
good library, which might have proved a great resource to him, had he
been of a studious turn, but he occupied himself in various ways, and
not unfrequently cooked his own dinner. In this self-imposed task he
was assisted by Careless, and they flattered themselves they achieved
great success in their little dinners. It is quite certain, however,
that these repasts would not have been half so good as they were, if
the chief part of the work had not been done in the kitchen. Mr.
Langton used generally to dine with them, and thought the repasts
inimitable; but then, perhaps, he was no judge. No more troopers
appeared, for ever since Juliana's conversion, Mr. Meldrum had thrown
a protecting wing over the house. The inmates were no more disturbed
by fanatical and inquisitive villagers.

Such was pretty nearly the daily routine at Trent during Charles's
enforced sojourn there. That it was enforced will account for his not
being entirely happy.

At length the welcome summons came. Altogether, Charles had been a
fortnight at Trent, when late in the evening of the 5th of October,
Colonel Philips, accompanied by Harry Peters, returned from his
mission. He had been at Rackton, and had consulted with Colonel
Gunter, who expressed the most earnest desire to serve his majesty,
and had used his best endeavours to hire a vessel at Little Hampton,
but had failed, after spending some days in fruitless negotiation. He
and Colonel Philips had since proceeded to Shoreham, and had seen a
certain Captain Nicholas Tattersall--a very honest fellow, and an
undoubted Royalist, though passing for a Roundhead--with whom there
seemed every prospect of coming to terms.

"I left Colonel Gunter at Brightelmstone, in Sussex, my liege,"
pursued Philips, "which is only a few miles from Shoreham, and he will
remain there till he has concluded an arrangement with Tattersall.
When the affair is settled as satisfactorily as I believe it will be,
he will come to Heale House, near Salisbury, and I have ventured to
promise that he will find your majesty and Lord Wilmot there. Heale
House, which is a very retired place, is the residence of Mrs. Hyde, a
widow gentlewoman, and as faithful to the royal cause as loyalty can
make her. The house is large, and the widow keeps up a good
establishment, so that she can accommodate any number of guests. I
have known Mrs. Hyde intimately for many years, and do not know a
better or kinder-hearted woman--or one more hospitable. She will
consider it a duty, as it will be her pride and pleasure, to place her
house at your majesty's disposal--so you need have no hesitation in
going thither."

"I shall put Mrs. Hyde's hospitality pretty severely to the test, for
we shall form a large party," observed Charles.

"She will be delighted to receive your majesty and all your retinue,"
said Colonel Philips.

Arrangements were then made that Charles should set out for Heale on
the following morning, accompanied by all those who had attended him
on his expedition to Charmouth. Before his departure he took a kindly
leave of Mrs. Wyndham and Lady Wyndham, thanking them warmly for their
attention to him, and showing the utmost respect to the old lady. From
Mr. Langton he received a blessing. Nor did he neglect to thank the
servants who had contributed so materially to his comfort.

Having bidden a grateful farewell to all, he mounted his horse, and
Juliana, who was delighted with the idea of another expedition, took
her accustomed seat on the pillion behind him. Besides the king and
his fair companion, the party included Colonel Wyndham and Careless,
and their new ally, Colonel Philips, and they were followed by the
faithful Harry Peters. While passing through the gate Charles looked
back, and saw old Lady Wyndham, with her daughter-in-law and Mr.
Langton, standing at the door gazing after him, and waved his hand to
them. He also noticed a group of women servants collected near the
entrance to the kitchen.

By starting at an early hour, Colonel Wyndham hoped to escape
observation, but he was disappointed. Mr. Meldrum was watching them
from the churchyard, and seemed astonished at the number of the party.
Thinking to remove his suspicions, Careless stopped to say a few words
to him, and told him they were going to Weymouth. But the minister had
some doubts, and being struck by Charles's appearance, he got some of
the villagers to follow the party.

Meantime, the king and his retinue proceeded slowly through the
village, as if they had no desire for concealment. In another minute
the house was hidden from view by the tall elm-trees, and Charles saw
no more of it.

Their road led over the heights of Rowbarrow to Sandford Orcas. They
then climbed a steep hill, and were crossing Horethorne Down, when
they heard shouts behind them, and saw that they were followed by a
band of peasants mounted on ragged steeds.

Among this troop Colonel Wyndham at once recognised certain fanatical
villagers from Trent, who had made themselves prominent on recent
occasions, and his first impulse was to wait for their coming up, and
chastise them, but on second thoughts he deemed it prudent to send
Harry Peters to confer with them, while he and the others rode on.

This was done, and the party had not reached the little village of
Charleton Horethorne, when Harry Peters galloped back, and told them,
with a laugh, that he had managed to get rid of the enemy. By what
device he accomplished this he did not explain, nor did the colonel
inquire.

It was a fine bright October day, and the autumnal tints of the
foliage were glorious. Skirting Charleton Hill, they passed North
Cheriton, and proceeded through a wide and fertile valley on the
picturesque banks of the little river Cale, to Wincanton, but they did
not halt at this picturesque old town, their purpose being to dine at
the George, at Mere, in Wiltshire--Dick Cheverel, the landlord of that
excellent hostel, being well known to Colonel Philips as a perfectly
honest fellow and a Royalist. There they knew they would be well
entertained and run no risk.



Chapter 22. HOW THEY DINED AT THE GEORGE AT MERE; AND HOW THE HOST
RELATED HIS DREAM

On arriving at Mere, they alighted at the George, which turned out
quite as comfortable as it had been represented. Dick Cheverel, the
host, a stout, good-humoured personage, sat at the head of the table,
chatting with them very cheerfully.

The king took a place near the bottom of the table, but Juliana sat
beside the host, who was very attentive to her. During a pause,
Colonel Wyndham inquired of Cheverel if he had any news?

"Little that I care to relate," replied Dick. "Since the disaster at
Worcester, I have heard nothing that gives me satisfaction. Fifteen
hundred men have been shipped to Jersey and Guernsey to subjugate
those faithful islands. But I am told that the men of Westminster are
in great perplexity, for they cannot conceive what has become of the
king."

"Most likely his majesty is in London and in disguise," remarked
Colonel Philips.

"That is the general opinion, but it is not mine," said Dick. "Several
houses, I understand, have been searched; but the searchers were not
likely to find him."

"Why do you feel so confident on the point?" asked Juliana.

"Because I firmly believe he is in France," replied Dick. "At the very
moment we are now talking of him, I am persuaded he is at the great
palace of the Louvre, seated between his mother, Henrietta Maria,
Queen of England, and his royal brother the Duke of York."

"Would to heaven it were true!" exclaimed Juliana.

"It must be true, for I have dreamed it thrice," said Dick.

"Is that all your authority?" cried Juliana, smiling.

"What better authority would you have, fair mistress?" he rejoined.
"I'll tell you a singular thing. A rebel officer who fought at
Worcester came to the George the day before yesterday, and said to me,
'I've had a remarkable dream, landlord, and it quite haunts me. I've
dreamt that Charles Stuart is concealed in a house at Trent, in
Somerset. I should know the house,' he continued, 'for it has a great
patch of trees near it.'

"That was very odd!" exclaimed Juliana.

"So I told him, and the idiot might have gone to Trent, if I had not
recounted my thrice-repeated dream to him. When he had heard my
relation he gave up all intention of searching for the king."

Everybody laughed, but the host maintained a grave face.

"You are a sly fellow, Dick," exclaimed Colonel Wyndham.

When his services were no longer required at the upper end of the
table, the host came and sat down by the king. Filling a couple of
glasses to the brim with sack, he said:

"Are you a friend to Csar?"

"Ay, that I am," replied Charles. "As much Csar's friend as thou
art."

"Then here's a health to King Charles!" cried the loyal host, rising
as he spoke. "If his majesty is not on the other side of the water,
and safe from his enemies, let us hope he soon will be!"

The toast was enthusiastically drunk by all the gentlemen present, who
rose at the bidding of the host.

Shortly afterwards the party again rose, but this time it was to take
their departure, for though the wine was very good they could not make
a long sitting.

After assisting Juliana to her seat on the pillion, Dick said to the
king, in a low voice:

"Forgive me, sire, if I have presumed too much. I knew you from the
first, and could not repress my feelings. May my dream soon become a
reality!"

While riding out of Mere, they gazed at the fine old church with its
lofty tower, at the ancient market-house, and at the lofty mound on
which were some vestiges of a castle, built in the reign of Henry III.
When they had quitted the little town, the most striking object was a
precipitous hill, about two miles distant, known as Whitesheet Camp.

After crossing a wild and bleak waste full of earthworks, they reached
Hindon, and then passed over downs, guarded by hills crowned by camps
through Chilmark and Great Teffont, and through the old forest of
Grovely, to Wishford.

From Grovely Hill, on which are the remains of an ancient British
town, they obtained a fine view of Salisbury Plain, with the lofty
spire of the cathedral in the distance. Evening was coming on as they
took their way across part of the plain, and the numerous barrows near
which they rode, tinged by the radiance of the declining sun, had a
very striking effect. But as soon as the sun had set, the picture
became cold and grey, awakening a train of melancholy thoughts. The
air, likewise, began to feel cold, so they quickened their pace, and
soon afterwards arrived at their destination.



Chapter 23. HEALE HOUSE

Heale House was a large stone structure, with square turrets at the
corners, pleasantly situated on the banks of the Avon.

Colonel Philips had ridden on from Wishford to announce the approach
of the party, so that when they arrived Mrs. Hyde came forth with her
brother-in-law, Mr. Frederick Hyde, to give them welcome.

Though Mrs. Hyde cannot be described as young, she was still very
handsome, and being rich, it is somewhat surprising that she still
remained a widow. In the presence of her servants, who were drawn up
at the door, she took care that not a look or gesture should betray
her knowledge of the king, though she recognised him the moment she
beheld him. Her chief attentions were bestowed upon Juliana, to whom
she seemed to take a great fancy.

All the guests were quickly conducted to their rooms by the
chamberlain, but that discriminating personage, not having received
special orders from his mistress, and judging merely from personal
appearance, assigned a very small room to his majesty.

About two hours later the whole party was assembled at supper in a
large room panelled with oak, and adorned with portraits of the Hyde
family. The season was now sufficiently advanced to make a fire
desirable, and the logs blazing on the hearth gave the room a very
cheerful look. The repast was excellent and abundant, and the guests,
whose appetites had been sharpened by the keen air of Salisbury Plain,
did ample justice to it. Hitherto, as we have said, Mrs. Hyde had
acted with the greatest discretion, but she was now so transported
with delight by seeing the king seated at her board that she could
scarcely contain herself. Some excellent trout from the Avon were
served, and she took care he had one of them. A roast bustard happened
to be among the dishes--for that almost extinct bird then abounded on
Salisbury Plain and the adjoining downs--and observing that the king
seemed pleased with the dish, she ordered the carver to take him some
more slices from the breast, with plenty of sauce. Subsequently, she
sent him a couple of larks, though the others had only one each, and
she quite surprised the butler by drinking to her humble guest in a
glass of malvoisie, and sending him a silver flagon full of the same
wine. After supper, Mr. Frederick Hyde, a lawyer, who eventually rose
to be Chief Justice of the King's Bench, had a long discourse with the
king, not in the slightest degree suspecting who he was, and was
astonished at the young man's quickness and wit. Among the guests was
Dr. Henchman, a prebend of Salisbury, who had come over to Heale on
that day, but without acquainting the widow with the real object of
his visit, which was to deliver a message to the king from Lord
Wilmot. Observing the utmost caution, Dr. Henchman waited till Charles
retired to his own room, and then had a private conference with him
there. Let us state that after the Restoration Dr. Henchman was
created Bishop of Salisbury, and in 1663 was translated to the see of
London.

Next morning Mrs. Hyde found an opportunity of saying a few words in
private to the king during a stroll which they took together in the
garden.

"I find I was very indiscreet last night," she said. "I allowed my
loyalty to carry me too far, and have awakened the suspicions of my
servants. To prevent any ill consequences, your majesty must
apparently take leave this morning, but you can return privately at
night, when I will have a safe hiding-place prepared for you. Then
there will be no risk, for the servants will not be aware that you are
in the house."

Charles entirely approved of the plan, but hoped he should not have to
trouble her long, as he expected to receive an early communication
from Colonel Gunter.

"I will go to Stonehenge this morning," he said. "If Colonel Gunter
should arrive, send him on to me there. In that case, I shall not
return. If he comes not, you will see me again."

"And the hiding-place shall be ready; but I sincerely trust your
majesty may not require it."

"I hope so too," rejoined Charles. "But there is no certainty of my
departure."

They then proceeded towards the house, but had not gone far when they
met Dr. Henchman coming towards them.

"I am about to return to Salisbury immediately," he said. "Has your
majesty any message for Lord Wilmot? I am sure to find him with Mr.
John Coventry."

"Tell him to meet me at Stonehenge," replied Charles. "He must come
prepared for a ride to the Sussex coast."

"I will tell him exactly what you say, my liege," rejoined Dr.
Henchman.

"Perhaps he may bring me news," said the king. "Perhaps I may have
news to give him. In any case, let him be prepared."

"Heaven protect your majesty!" exclaimed Dr. Henchman. "I trust your
deliverance is at hand!"

With a profound obeisance he departed, and Charles and Mrs. Hyde
returned to the house.

The king found his attendants in the hall, and at once communicated
his intentions to them. After breakfast the whole party took leave of
Mrs. Hyde and her brother-in-law, mounted their horses, and set off
apparently for Salisbury.



Chapter 24. HOW CHARLES ENCOUNTERED DESBOROUGH ON SALISBURY PLAIN

After riding for a short distance along the banks of the Avon, the
party separated, Colonel Philips and Colonel Wyndham proceeding
towards Salisbury in the expectation of meeting Lord Wilmot, and
perhaps Colonel Gunter; and the king and his fair companion, attended
by Careless, shaping their course in the direction of Stonehenge,
which was fixed as the general place of rendezvous.

Salisbury Plain has a charm of its own, which those who rode across it
on that fine October morning fully experienced. Juliana was enchanted
with the strange novelty of the scene, and allowed her gaze to wander
over the apparently boundless expanse of turf. Not a tree could be
seen--not a solitary cottage--not a shed--the undulating surface of
the plain being only broken by the numerous barrows, that seemed to
have been heaved up from the sod like gigantic mole-hills. Here and
there a shepherd, looking grey as the turf itself, and tending a flock
of sheep, could be distinguished. A singular cluster of sepulchral
tumuli attracted them, and they spent some little time in examining
the group. On coming forth from among the barrows they aroused a flock
of bustards, and watched them scud swiftly over the plain, hallooing
after them, and almost tempted to give them chase.

So occupied were they with the bustards that they did not perceive
till they turned that a strong regiment of horse was advancing across
the plain. Deeming a bold course the safest, Charles rode straight on,
and Careless kept by his side. To ride through the ranks of the enemy
was certainly a daring thing to do, but the perfect confidence with
which the action was performed insured its success. The men looked
sternly at them, but discovering nothing suspicious in their manner,
allowed them to pass on. The danger, however, was not over. Behind the
rear guard rode the commander of the regiment--a heavy, ungainly,
sullen-looking personage, but richly accoutred. With him was an
orderly.

"'Tis Old Noll's brother-in-law, Desborough!" whispered Careless.

"I know him," replied the king. "Heaven grant he may not know me!"

Desborough, it appeared, did not mean to let them pass unquestioned.
Reining in his steed, he signed to them to stop. At the same time the
orderly drew his sword, and called out, in an authoritative voice:

"Stand! Major-General Desborough, Commander-in-Chief of the Army of
the West, would speak with you."

Uncovering at this address, both of them remained stationary.

Desborough bent his lowering brows upon them, and fixed his eye upon
the king. Charles, however, did not quail beneath his searching
glance.

"Look at that man, Colville," said Desborough. "Look at him well. Hast
seen him before?"

"I do not think so, general," replied the orderly. "Yet the face seems
familiar to me."

It was an anxious moment, for Desborough's brow grew darker, but
Juliana interposed.

"You cannot have seen my husband before, general," she cried; "unless
you have been to Salisbury, for he has never been further from the
city than Amesbury, whither we are going now."

"Is the young man thy husband?" demanded Desborough, in a tone that
implied some doubt. "Attempt not to deceive me."

"We have been married a twelvemonth," she replied. "And not for a
single hour have we been separated since we became man and wife."

"That's much to say," remarked Desborough.

"But there are plenty of persons who can testify to the truth of the
statement. My brother Amyas will tell you that Orlando Jermyn--that's
my husband's name--and his wife are accounted the happiest couple in
Sarum."

"Since you are so well satisfied I will not say you might have made a
better choice," observed Desborough. "But I think your husband may
esteem himself lucky."

"He tells me so repeatedly;" she replied; "and I am bound to believe
him. Have you any more questions to ask me?"

Desborough looked again searchingly at Charles, but perceiving no
change in his demeanour, and noticing, moreover, that the others
seemed quite unconcerned, he signed to them to go on. The orderly
sheathed his sword.

Respectfully saluting the major-general, Charles and his attendant
proceeded quietly on their way. After a brief colloquy with the
orderly, Desborough moved on, to Juliana's great relief.

"At last he is gone!" she exclaimed. "Did I not act my part bravely?"

"Admirably," replied Charles. "You have saved me from the greatest
peril in which I have yet been placed. Desborough, I could plainly
see, suspected me. But you puzzled him."

Halting near a barrow, they watched the regiment as long as it
remained in sight. They then rode on towards Stonehenge, which loomed
in the distance.



Chapter 25. THE PARTING AT STONEHENGE

There stand those grey mysterious circles of stones, that for
centuries have braved the storms that have beaten upon the wide dreary
plain on which they have been placed--none can tell how, or when.
There they stand--stern, solemn, hoar, crusted with lichens,
incomprehensible, enigmatical as the Sphinx; muttering tales of days
forgotten, and of a people whose habits, customs, and creed, are no
longer understood. So strange and mysterious are the old stones, that
no wonder the wildest fables have been told of them. Some have thought
the pile was reared by magic art, others have deemed it the work of
the Evil One, intended by him as a temple where unhallowed rites might
be practised. But by whatever giant hands the mighty pile was reared,
in whatever age and for whatever purpose--hallowed, or unhallowed--
whether as an altar for human sacrifice, as a court of justice, or as
a place of execution, all is now dim conjecture. There the huge stones
stand as of yore, but their history is clean forgotten.

Though a couple of centuries are little in the history of Stonehenge,
a great change has taken place since Charles visited the wondrous
monument. A change for the worse. The mighty stones are there, but the
aspect of the spot is altered. The genius of solitude that brooded
over the pile has fled--fled with the shy bustard that once haunted
its mystic circles, and with the ravens that perched on the stones.
The wide rolling surface of the plain was then wholly uncultivated.
Nothing was to be seen except the clustering barrows, and the banks
that marked what is now called, with what truth we know not, a Roman
cursus.

Charles approached the pile by an avenue edged by grassy banks, gazing
with wonder, not unmixed with awe, at the gigantic circles. As he rode
slowly on he came to a single upright stone, and paused to look at it.

Familiar with the legends of the spot, Careless informed the king that
the stone was called "The Friar's Heel."

"The tale runs," he said, "that while the Evil One was engaged in
constructing those mysterious circles, a friar passed by, and was
indiscreet enough to make some disparaging remark upon the works.
Having done so, he fled. The Demon, in a rage, hurled a huge stone at
him, and grazed his heel, but did not check him. There stands the
stone, deeply plunged in the earth, to prove the truth of the legend."

Passing through the outer circle of smaller stones, they dismounted,
and fastening up their horses to an obelisk-shaped fragment, surveyed
the mighty ruin, examining the trilithons and monoliths.

"There is a superstition," observed Careless, "that these stones
cannot be counted alike twice."

"I have heard it," replied Charles; "and I remember what Sir Philip
Sydney says on the subject:"

Near Wilton sweet huge heaps of stones are found.

But so confused, that neither any eye

Can count them just, nor reason reason try

What force them brought to so unlikely ground.

"Let us make the attempt. 'Twill serve to pass the time till our
friends arrive. Do you think you can count them?" he said to Juliana.

"I will try, my liege," she replied. "Where shall I begin?"

"With the altar-stone," replied Charles.

Juliana then commenced her task, going carefully through the different
circles, and not pausing till she reached the last stone.

"How many do you make them?" asked Charles.

"Seventy-seven," she replied.

"My reckoning agrees with yours," cried Careless, who had followed
her.

"So far good," observed Charles. "But you have not included the
recumbent 'slaughtering stone' near the entrance, nor the 'Friar's
Heel' in the avenue, nor the two small stones near the earthen bank.
Those will increase the number to eighty-one. Now for the second
trial. Start from this stone."

Very carefully Juliana performed her task. When she had reached the
altar-stone, a smile lighted up her charming countenance, and she
exclaimed joyously:

"Seventy-seven! I have counted the stones alike twice--and disproved
the fable."

After congratulating her on her success, Charles observed:

"I wonder whether a loving pair were ever betrothed at this altar?"

The significance given to the words, and the look that accompanied
them, made Juliana cast down her eyes.

"'Tis strange that the same thought should have occurred to me,"
remarked Careless. "How say you, sweetheart?" he continued, taking
Juliana's hand. "Shall we plight our vows here, in his majesty's
presence? You know that duty calls me hence, and that I may be long
detained in France. Let me feel certain I shall not lose you."

"You need not doubt me, Careless," she rejoined, tenderly. "I shall
ever be constant to you."

They then bent before the king, and Careless, still holding her hand,
exclaimed:

"Bear witness, sire, that I solemnly plight my faith to Juliana
Coningsby."

"And I as solemnly plight my faith to William Careless," she added.

"I cannot pronounce a benediction upon you," said Charles. "But I can
bear witness to your betrothal. May your union speedily take place;
and when it does take place, may you be happy!"

The betrothed pair had just risen, when the trampling of horse was
heard.

"They come! they come!" exclaimed the king, joyously. "You were only
just in time."

And he hastened to the entrance of the pile. When he reached the outer
circle he perceived Lord Wilmot, accompanied by Colonel Wyndham and
Colonel Philips, galloping towards the spot. With them was a fourth
Cavalier, whom he doubted not was Colonel Gunter.

In another minute the party came up, sprang from their steeds, and
advanced towards the king, who could not fail to read good news in
their countenances.

"Welcome, my lord! thrice welcome!" he cried to Lord Wilmot.

"Yes, I bring you good news, my liege," replied his lordship. "But it
is for Colonel Gunter to tell it."

Colonel Gunter was then presented to the king, and after making a
profound obeisance, said:

"Your majesty will be pleased to hear that I have succeeded in hiring
a vessel at Shoreham, to transport you to Dieppe. She is only sixty
tons, but a good, stout, well-built bark, and her master, Nicholas
Tattersall, is perfectly honest and loyal. The vessel is laden with
sea-coal, and bound for Poole, and Tattersall will at first stand for
the Isle of Wight, but when he has been out at sea for a few hours he
will alter his course, and make for the French coast. The skipper will
be ready to sail as soon as your majesty and your companions reach
Shoreham. With your permission I will attend you thither."

"This is good news indeed!" cried Charles, transported with delight.
"All my difficulties and dangers seem now at an end."

"The only difficulties and dangers your majesty has to apprehend may
occur during our journey to Shoreham," observed Colonel Gunter. "But I
trust we shall avoid them all."

"Yes, sire, I firmly believe the worst is past," said Colonel Wyndham.
"Providence, who has hitherto watched over you, will guard you on your
journey, and bring you safely to the coast. You need not fear the
repetition of such an untoward circumstance as took place at Lyme.
Would I could see you embark, but I should only endanger you if I went
with you!"

"No, thou hast done enough, Frank," cried the king, patting him
affectionately on the shoulder--"far more than I ever shall be able to
requite. We must part here--not for long, I trust. Thou shalt lend me
thy horse, and take that which I have ridden. He will bear thee and
Juliana back to Trent. Fail not to give my adieux to thy most amiable
wife, and to thy venerated mother, whom I love as a son."

He then turned to Juliana, and found that her bright eyes were dimmed.
She had just parted with Careless.

"Be of good cheer," he said. "I promise you he shall soon return."

"Your majesty, I fear, promises more than you can perform," she
sighed. "But I will hope for the best."

"I cannot thank you sufficiently for all you have done for me," he
said. "But you will always have a place next to Jane Lane in my
regard. How I shall prosper when I have lost you both Heaven only
knows. Farewell!"

He then pressed her hand to his lips, and springing on the steed from
which Colonel Wyndham had just dismounted, he called to the others to
join him, and was soon afterwards seen careering at their head across
Salisbury Plain.



THE END



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