For some time Mistress Keziah allowed him to talk, easing himself thus, she knew, of his grief and distress2 concerning Roger; and as she waited, Zacchary poured out a string of broken reminiscences from which the old lady unconsciously built up a picture of Marion's and Roger's childhood on the hillside at Garth.
She could well have wept herself. The morning had shown her no grounds for any reasonable hope; Zacchary's instant scorn for Marion's plans had secretly added to her own misgivings4. Zacchary had scarcely, indeed, paid any heed5 to the scheme for Roger's release. In his mind it was a foregone failure: to him Master Roger was beyond all human redeeming6. When at last he paused in his jumbled7 tale, and was staring sorrowfully out into the garden, Mistress Keziah brought her attention to the point at issue.
'I sent for you, Zacchary, because you are the only one we can trust with this secret. And also, you are the only one who can search for the bow and arrows.
'A bean't for doing aught of the kind, Mistress,' Zacchary rejoined, a stubbornness in his manner. ''Tis clean gone foolishness, the like as a never heard. More seemly 'twould be to set the horses to the coach and take the little maid home. Arrows, indeed! 'Tis the wild fancy of a maid who've set herself to do a man's work. 'Tain't no job for Mistress Marion. If you'd told me two days gone, Mistress, me and yonder Tony would have done something, and Reuben.'
Mistress Keziah controlled her rising impatience8. She had not dreamed that Zacchary would rebel. At once she realised that the old man would have to be argued with, not commanded. His very virtues9 on which she had counted, his loyalty10, his love for Marion and Roger, his fifty years' service at Garth, became a barrier that threatened the advancement11 of Marion's hopes.
'Don't you see, Zacchary, Master Roger is suffering this fate because he tried to help? Would the lad himself like it, think you, that strangers should be imperilled for his sake? Would he not rather die thrice over than allow Tony and Reuben to be drawn12 into gaol13? And to leave that side of the question, what chance of safety has a secret shared with two such men? How much opportunity have you had of judging their characters? They are not of your county: a Londoner is never trusted by West country folk. A week you have passed in their company; they have proved able grooms14 on the road, they are mightily15 pleasant in the kitchen. Is that a reason why they should be entrusted16 with a mission which means life or death to a man they have never seen, and is of such exceeding danger, that should it fail, they might hang at the next assize? 'Tis a job for a man's friends.'
Zacchary, convinced on the point, but unwilling17 to own it, was silent. His slow peasant brain was working.
'If a body had ever heard of such a thing afore as bows and arrows to get a man out of gaol,' he said, after a while, 'I'd have some patience thinking on it.'
'By the mercy of Providence,' retorted the old lady, her eyes flashing in her angular old face, ''tis not every day in the week that a lad like Roger Trevannion lies within an hour of death, as you might say, and no help forthcoming. Extreme cases need extreme measures. For my part, I am willing to take all risks to help my niece. I had not expected to find an enemy in you, Zacchary. One might think you were unwilling to hold out to Master Roger a slender chance of life.'
''Tis the little maid I be thinking of now,' said Zacchary abruptly18. 'If so be her's taken too, what be I to say to the Admur'l? Her was left in my care in Lunnon. 'Tis a hundred to one Master Roger will go just the same, and liker than not her'll be in gaol at the end on 't.'
'Give her the hundredth chance. And remember, she is a quick-witted, brave woman, playing a woman's game. You are always thinking of her as a little child. And,' added the lady, with an outward show that arrogantly19 hid her feelings, 'leave her safety to me. Do you think my niece, Admiral Penrock's daughter, will easily be imprisoned20?'
Zacchary glanced at the old lady. 'You'm some like the Admur'l, Mistress. Well. How'm you going to hide the lad?'
'We are not going to hide him. To-morrow morning, early, you will take out two horses and wait outside the town. If you are seen, why, you are taking one of my greys up to the Stows. They are for travelling a spell, and one of their chestnuts21 has fallen lame22. That is clear?'
Zacchary nodded gravely. 'And then? Be the lad going to take refuge on the moor23?'
'Mistress Marion and Master Roger are going to ride to Garth.'
'To Garth!' The old man's voice showed his consternation24. He stared at Mistress Keziah, as if unable to believe his own ears. 'To Garth? To the one place where every man, woman and child knows un? 'Tis sheer folly25, Mistress!'
'That is just the reason why he will be safer there than anywhere. Because, as you say, it is sheer folly. They will search Exeter. They will beat the coast and the river. They will expect him to take to sea. Garth is the one place where they will never dream of looking for him.'
On Zacchary's slow mind there dawned the realisation that by its madness there was hope in the project laid down. Mistress Keziah, watching his face, knew that the time was come to drive hard. She looked at the clock.
'You have been here an hour and a half while you should have been at work. Leave all the rest. We will talk of it again later. Mistress Marion is out just now, seeking some purchase she needs. You can speak with her afterwards if you wish. Say nothing in the kitchen. Go first into the inn on the street. Get into conversation, and learn if there is any one who makes bows and arrows in Exeter. There must be some such, although archery has become but an idle pastime. And remember there are only a few hours. If only I could make you understand, Zacchary——' Mistress Keziah's voice broke, and tears stood in her eyes, 'you are the only help and hope we have. You, and no other, stand in between Master Roger and his death.'
Zacchary straightened himself. 'If there's one to be found, I'll find un, Mistress.'
'There is one to be found somewhere. But I have never been directly interested in archery. And the servants, who might know, being native to the town, I dare not send urgently without exciting curiosity. Mistress Marion went as far as she dared last night that way. We have to think of afterwards, of protecting her from any shadow of suspicion.'
'Ay,' said Zacchary. 'I heard on 't. Her turned William's head and no mistake. A's talked of nothing but bows and arrows and the mistress's eyes since. A little thought what the little maid was up to.'
Mistress Keziah went to a drawer, and took out her purse. 'Here is money. Spare nothing. But do not show any need of urgency. And above all, be careful in the kitchen.'
Zacchary went out without further words, and Mistress Keziah sank back in her chair.
It was close on eleven o'clock. She looked out into the garden, where, in the earlier part of the morning, Marion had been spending, to all appearance, an idle hour wandering to and fro with Simone at her side. Secretly Marion had counted the yards in the trim walks and grassy26 stretches until she had fixed27 on two slender trees as a target. The trunks stood close together, twin growths from one root. A certain spot, which Marion and Simone committed to memory, not daring to set a sign there, lest the servants should be watching, marked the distance of a hundred yards from the trees. Marion knew that if she could shoot at that distance into the crevice28 between the rising stems, she could shoot between the bars of Roger's cell. She determined29 to practise both by day and at night, when the servants were in bed; in the daylight shooting casually30 at any mark; in the dark or half light aiming at her target.
Everything was ready. The rope had been found by Marion in the harness room where her aunt had directed her; the file she had taken from the coachman's tool box. A note to Roger, directing him to scale the wall and run along the road to the courtyard gate, where she would be waiting him, was written and locked in her box, ready to be tied to the rope, with the file, later on. To please her mistress, Simone had laid out her riding habit. Her cloak was rolled into a bundle, to be strapped31 to the saddle. Everything was ready, so Marion had said, when she had kissed her aunt before setting out to buy a length of cord to take the place of the unsatisfactory piece she had found in her aunt's boxes. It only remained now for Mistress Keziah to send Zacchary to find a bow and arrows, a task which Zacchary could perform without any suspicion. He only needed to go to the New Inn for a pint32 of ale and get into conversation with mine host. All was quite clear in Marion's mind.
Mistress Keziah could still feel the girl's caress33, could still see the suppressed eagerness in her face. The old woman sat motionless, only glancing at the clock from time to time. Already the day seemed interminable. The June sunshine bore too hotly into the room; she drew the shutter34 half way across and sat down again. There was a tension in the air of the house which, added to the languor35 of the day, weighed on her spirits. She dreaded36 Marion's return, dreaded Zacchary's return. As she had said, archery was merely a pastime, the implements37 of the craft not being found easily like the contents of the gunsmith's rooms. Quite likely William might unearth38 a bow and arrows in the course of the week—everything would happen just too late. And she was afraid to speak to William lest, later on, he should begin to think and remember. As she had said to Zacchary, Marion had gone as far in that direction as she dared.
All too soon the door opened, and Marion entered.
'Has he got it, Aunt Keziah?'
Mistress Keziah looked up at the face bending over her. Marion had thrown aside her hood3. Her white muslin dress seemed to wrap her in a cool serenity39. It seemed incredible, thought Mistress Keziah, looking from the eyes to the hair, and back to the serious, sweet mouth, that misfortune should lay its blight40 on that countenance41.
'He has not yet returned,' quietly said the old lady.
Marion's eyes grew wide. 'But there has been time,' she faltered42.
'He is scarcely an hour gone, my child. Sit down.' Mistress Keziah related the story of her conversation with Zacchary. Before the two had finished talking midday struck, and the servant came to announce dinner.
'Already?' said Marion dully.
Mistress Keziah said nothing. There was nothing to be said, nothing to be done.
Marion sat on the arm of her aunt's chair, and laid her golden head beside the grey one. 'May we not wait for dinner till Zacchary returns? I could not eat anything. I was hungry before, but not now.'
All the life had gone out of her voice. The reaction Mistress Keziah had dreaded was upon her. Marion had found it comparatively easy to pass the morning, her thoughts and activities engaged in the immediate43 moment. Now she found herself once more faced by the ordeal44 of waiting in suspense45.
Mistress Keziah roused herself. 'You must eat, and eat well. Otherwise your nerves will weaken. Come along! A battle lies ahead. This is but a game. You played it well enough last night.'
Presently aunt and niece faced each other across the board, and Marion struggled to recover something of her everyday speech from that deep place of silence into which all her faculties46 had seemed to fall. Mistress Keziah played her own part well. When Marion, suddenly finding words drying on her lips, ceased to speak, Mistress Keziah took up some tale or anecdote47. William, watching his two ladies, was unaware48 of anything amiss. Mistress Marion was quiet, certainly, but that was the way of maids, all bubble and froth one day, a dark pool the next. Dish after dish came on the table, and Mistress Keziah failed not to pile her niece's plate.
Slowly the meal wore itself out. A casual question from Mistress Keziah concerning the stables elicited49 from the unsuspecting William the news that Zacchary was still abroad in the town.
As Marion followed her aunt upstairs, half-past one chimed from the church near by. Marion went to her own room. Simone, according to her habit, had eaten her dinner upstairs, and was waiting for her mistress. Marion stood still in the middle of the room, her hands pressing back the hair from her forehead.
'Is it possible,' she said, 'possible, that in all Exeter there is no such thing as a bow and arrow?'
Simone felt tongue-tied. 'Surely not, Mademoiselle,' was all she could find to say.
Her mistress moved about restlessly for a while, then sat down, and taking up the needlework with which Simone had been busied, stitched for a short time. The French girl quietly found other occupation, and made no remark when Marion flung down the sheet and went into the next room. There she turned over her riding habit. Again she passed through her fingers the long line of silk which Simone had bound on to the cord in such a way that no roughness of joining was left which might catch on any surface. With the same dexterity50 Simone had attached the cord to the rope. Lifelessly Marion laid down the lengths. To and fro she paced the little room. A fever was slowly mounting to her brain. She dared not trust herself to seek the eastward51 window. To wait: to do nothing but wait, within a few hours of doom—could she endure it?
She went back into her own chamber52, and silently held out a hand to Simone. Together the two passed out into the garden. To and fro under the trees they paced, and from time to time they fell within the line of the shutter niche53 of Mistress Keziah's window. Looking down on the girl's face, Mistress Keziah suddenly felt herself to be an old, old woman. Wiping away a few tears, she strove to consider afresh the problem of the necessities for Marion's plan. Failing the main road, were there no by-paths?
A little later she opened the casement54, and called down to Marion.
'I have just thought, my dear,' she said, when the girl entered her room, 'that I should like to drive out to see Mrs. Burroughs. Her house is but three miles out of the town. There are children there,' she added diffidently. 'Would you care to accompany me?' The rest she left unsaid, but Marion understood. She rang her aunt's bell, and Mistress Keziah ordered the coach.
Half an hour later the horses were climbing the steep lane out of Exeter.
At the house they descended55, and were welcomed by a pleasant-faced woman, the daughter of a girl friend of Mistress Keziah's. Very soon the visitor mentioned the children, and a boy and girl of ten and twelve years were summoned to the room.
Marion devoted56 herself to the newcomers with such friendliness57 that presently she was borne off to see the stables and the ponies58, the trout59 brook60 at the bottom of the field, then back to the house to the play-room to look at their treasures. By dint61 of adroit62 questioning she learnt the favourite pastime of the two. The boy, talking eagerly to his guest, told her proudly of his skill in archery. At thirty yards he had hit the target. His sister, standing by Marion's side, obviously lost in admiration63 of such a visitor as rarely came her way, noted64 Marion's changing colour.
'I used to shoot once upon a time,' she said. 'Let me see your bow. I should like to try again.'
Then the little girl, amazed, saw the 'beautiful lady' suddenly stiffen65. She could not think what had happened: merely that her brother had explained that his bow was broken, and another was promised by his father for his birthday.
Later on, with a child at either hand, Marion descended to the sitting-room66. Mistress Keziah's glance read the story in her face. Soon she rose to bid her hostess adieu, Marion's cold lips framing what answers she could to the lady's genial67 parting words.
As the coach rolled up to the courtyard gate, the old woman laid her hand on Marion's. She had forborne to question her, and the girl had remained silent on the homeward drive. Marion returned the pressure without speaking: she recognised the challenge in her aunt's touch.
In the hall, Mistress Keziah turned and spoke68 indifferently to the servant who opened the door, asking had there been visitors in her absence. Then, as she set foot on the stairs, Marion walking behind, the old lady paused. 'Has Zacchary returned yet?'
'Not yet, Mistress.'
In the stillness, the churches in the town chimed six. Marion went to her own room, and closed the door. A kind of stupor69 seemed to fall on the house.
Just before supper time, Zacchary walked heavily up the stairs and knocked at Mistress Keziah's door. Hearing the lady's voice, he entered.
'No good, Mistress,' he blurted70 out.
Mistress Keziah gripped the arms of her chair as Zacchary told the tale of his fruitless search. After much talk he had heard from mine host of the New Inn the name of a man—a friend of the innkeeper—who was the possessor of a fine bow. Saying nothing to the innkeeper, Zacchary had found out the man, only to learn that the 'fine bow' was a valued heirloom, not at any price to be sold or lent. From the possessor he had heard of another: a similar result. Then he was told of a man whose father used to make bows and arrows, and who, it was believed, occasionally carried on the work himself. By that time several hours had passed. The man in question now lived on a farm some five miles out of the town. Thither71 Zacchary had dragged his old legs. The man was ill in his bed: an ague, Zacchary said. There was no bow to be bought. Nor did the man's wife know of any other maker72. Archery was little thought of in these days save for children's play. True enough, there must be bows in some one's possession in Exeter. But the day was gone.
'What be I to say to the little maid?' queried73 Zacchary, his voice husky. He was worn out with sorrow, and the fatigue74 of walking in the hot day.
'I will tell her,' said Mistress Keziah from her chair. 'You may go, Zacchary. You need rest and food. Tell them to keep supper waiting till I ring.'
Zacchary turned, to find Marion standing in the doorway75.
'I heard, Aunt Keziah,' she said. 'Thank you very much, Zacchary.' She walked quietly back to her room.
At the peculiar76, calm tones of her niece's voice, Mistress Keziah shivered as if a cold wind had struck her. She got up stiffly from her chair, and walked slowly into Marion's chamber. The girl was standing, her hands locked, staring dully out into the garden. Without speaking, Mistress Keziah sat down by the window. She did not look at the motionless figure. After a while she held out a hand. Slowly Marion came, and sinking on the floor, buried her face in the old woman's lap. The wrinkled hands passed slowly to and fro over the shining hair.
The sun sank low behind the trees. Mistress Keziah's tears had stayed. Marion still crouched77, dry-eyed, her face hidden, motionless save for a convulsive shudder78 which shook her from time to time.
Neither heard the sound of light footsteps in the gallery. The door burst open and closed again.
'Mademoiselle!'
There was a new ring in Simone's voice. Slowly Marion raised her blanched79 face. Simone was pouring out a story in mixed French and English, plentifully80 watered with hysterical81 tears. The name of the good William ran in and out of the story. Marion scarcely heeded82 her. She was staring at a bow and a sheaf of arrows Simone had laid at her feet.
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