"When may I expect 'ee back then, sur, makin' so bold?" asked Daniel as I mounted.
"I don't know, Daniel; don't expect me until you see me. As you know, I have given you full particulars, and Mr. Hendy will visit you constantly."
"You be goin' into danger, Master Roger," said the serving-man tremulously. "Laive me go weth 'ee, sur."
Daniel was nearly fifty years of age, and had served our family all his life, so he had been allowed to take liberties.
"Ould Smiler es jist aitin his 'ead off, sur, and I baint no good 'ere when you be gone. Taake me weth 'ee, sur. You wa'ant be sorry."
As I said, I did not think it best to take him, so I rode away leaving him disconsolate14. On my way to the home of the Killigrews I passed through Truro, Tresillian, Ladock, and Mitchell, but nothing happened worthy15 of note. I did not hurry, rather I rode slowly, for I wanted to enjoy the quiet of the day. Everywhere new life was appearing. Everywhere, too, the spirit of rest seemed to reign16. In those days I did not think much about the beauties of early spring, but I could not help being impressed by the scene around Tresillian. The little arm of the river enclosed by wooded hills was indeed fair to look upon. I rested my horse at the gates of Tregothnan, where the Boscawens lived and looked with somewhat envious17 eyes on the long line of yew-trees which bordered the drive, and remembered[Pg 40] that I had once loved the maid who was related to the people who dwelt in the great house in the distance.
I did not get beyond St. Columb that day, and, on arriving there, tried to find out something about the Killigrews. I had not gone far enough north, however. The main branch of the family, as all the country knows, had lived at St. Erme, about five miles north of Truro, also at Falmouth, but it had died out. Colman Killigrew was the descendant of one Benet Killigrew, who, although he did not, like some of his relations, become a courtier, was sufficiently18 fortunate to marry a Mistress Scobell Rosecarrick, of Endellion, in which Endellion Castle was situated19. Through her this branch of the Killigrews became possessed of a pleasant estate, and also became allied20 to an ancient race. This I had learnt by reading Carew's survey of Cornwall after I had returned from Peter Trevisa. Of their present condition, however, I knew nothing, neither could I discover anything about them at St. Columb.
Arriving at Wadebridge the next day, my attention was attracted by an inn called "The Molesworth Arms." As the name of the maid I had promised to take from Endellion to Treviscoe was Molesworth, and as it was moreover the chief inn in the town, I decided to rest there and partake of some refreshment21. Although it was scarcely noon, I found the common room of the inn filled with a number of people. Mostly the occupants were farmers, although I fancied one or two of them belonged to the gentlefolk of the [Pg 41]neighbourhood. I did not pay particular attention to them, however, because my interest became centred in a hale-looking old man, who was evidently a travelling story-teller and minstrel. He had finished his singing, and was now telling a story before taking his departure. There is no need that I should repeat the tale here; at the same time I mention the incident because I was impressed by the wondrous22 way he had of making us all look at him. One could have heard a pin drop when he was speaking. I was fascinated by him too, partly, I expect, because I did not understand him. As all the county knows, a tale-teller, or a wandering singer, who is usually called "a droll23," is no unusual thing. Many of them had visited Trevanion, and I had always given them food and a bed. Mostly they came when the house was full of visitors, and regaled the company with song and story. But they were mostly of the lower orders of life, and spoke24 the Cornish dialect. Indeed their stories usually had but little charm apart from the dialect, although occasionally tales were told which were interesting because of their subject-matter. These were generally of a supernatural order, and described the dead arising or spirits coming back to the world to bring some message to their friends. I had never seen this man at Trevanion, however, neither did he belong to the class who had visited the house. It is true he spoke the Cornish dialect, but at times he let words drop which showed he knew something of learning. He had an air of authority with him, too, which suggested that[Pg 42] he lived on terms of equality with men of position. At least this was what I thought.
He paid no attention to me, save to give me one glance, and when he had finished his story said he must move on.
"Stay till even', Uncle Anthony," said the innkeeper, "do 'ee now. A passel of people will be comin'."
"No," replied Uncle Anthony, "I have promised to be twelve miles away by to-night, so I mus' be goin'."
"Tich yer 'arp afore you go, Uncle," pleaded the innkeeper.
"I sha'ant, I tell 'ee," replied Anthony.
A number of coins were thrown to the droll, and then shouldering his harp26 he left the inn.
"'Ee's a cure es Uncle Anthony," said the innkeeper, turning to me; "'ee es for sure, sur."
"Who is he?" I asked. "He does not seem like a common droll."
"He ed'n for sure, sur. I've 'eerd that Uncle do come of a rich family, but law, you ca'ant git nothin' from un. Everybody es glad to zee un. He's a clain off zinger, and can play butiful, 'ee can. Which way ded you cum then, sur, makin' sa bould."
"From southward," I replied.
"Far, sur?"
"From Truro."
"Aw, I thot you wos a bit of a furriner. I cud zee you ded'n belong to thaise paarts. Goin' fur, sur?"
"Probably to Bodmin town," I replied, for I did[Pg 43] not feel like taking the talkative innkeeper into my confidence.
"Aw, Uncle Anthony es well knawed in thais paarts, 'ee es for sure. And 'ee d' knaw a lot too. Wot Uncle doan knaw ed'n much use to nobody."
I stayed at the inn till late in the afternoon, during which time I plied25 the innkeeper with many questions, but I learnt nothing about the Killigrews more than I had hitherto discovered; then I mounted Chestnut and rode towards Endellion, in which parish the maid Nancy Molesworth lived.
I could not help noticing what a pretty spot Wadebridge was as I rode over the bridge, after which the town was called. The tide was high, and several good-sized vessels27 lay at the riverside. But I had naught28 to do with them, so stopping only to take a glance at the river as it broadened out towards Padstow, and again in the other direction as its waters lapped the banks near the little village of Egloshayle, I rode on towards St. Minver.
It must be remembered that it was the twenty-sixth day of March, and so daylight began to fade soon after six o'clock, and as I wanted to reach the home of the Killigrews before dark, I rode rapidly. I puzzled my brains sorely to know by what pretext29 I could enter the house, also under what name I should present myself. I dared not tell them that I was a Trevanion, for my people were well known. We were well known to the Killigrews who had lived at Pendennis Castle,[Pg 44] also to those who possessed a place a few miles from Truro. Moreover, all the Trevanions were stout30 Protestants, and as Colman Killigrew and his sons were rank Papists, I dared not appear to them under this guise31. My pride rebelled against assuming a false name and professing32 a false religion, but I had promised Peter Trevisa, and as in those days I was not over-particular about such matters I vowed33 to let nothing stand in the way of my seeing the business through.
My purpose was to stay at Endellion several days, else how could I accomplish my mission? In order to do this I must in some way establish some claim upon the owner thereof. There would be no difficulty in staying one night, or even two, for the laws of Cornish hospitality made this easy. No house of importance would close its doors to a traveller, be he rich or poor. I determined, therefore, to pretend that I was a member of an obscure branch of the Penryn family, who were well known to be Catholics; that I was the owner of a small Barton, and that I was anxious to see a Catholic king on the throne of England. That I had heard rumours34 of the probability of the grandson of King James coming to England, and that could a leader be found I might render assistance to the Catholic cause.
Beyond this I decided upon nothing. If questions were asked me, I must trust to my wits. I determined to keep a cool head and open eyes. If the worst came to the worst I could fight with the best, indeed I rather hoped for difficult work.
Presently I saw the tower of Endellion Church.[Pg 45] It was on a little hillside, while all around the country was bare, as far as trees were concerned. I rode towards the little village, and seeing a strapping35 maid, I stopped and spoke to her.
"Do you know where Squire9 Killigrew lives, my pretty maid?" I asked.
She laughed in my face, revealing fine white teeth and shining blue eyes.
"Iss, sur. Endellion."
"This is Endellion, is it not?" I said, pointing to the church.
"This is the Church Town, this is. Endellion es dree miles from we, right over ginst the say."
"The Killigrews live there, you say? Do you know them?"
"Knaw 'em. Who doan't?"
"I don't, but I want to see them."
The maid stared at me as though she were afraid, then she said almost fearfully.
"Doan't 'ee knaw 'em?"
"No," I replied.
"Do they knaw you?"
"No."
"Then doan't 'ee go, sur. They'll kill 'ee, sur. They be terble, sur. They taake no noatice of the passon, nor the bible, sur."
I saw that the maid was in earnest. No one was near, for I had not entered the village, so I dismounted and stood by her side.
"You seem a good maid," I said, "and I believe you would not tell a lie. What know you of these Killigrews?"
"I'm feared to tell 'ee, sur. Nearly everybody[Pg 46] es feared to go there. The 'ouse es full ov rubbers. Say rubbers, and land rubbers. People miles round 'ave bin36 rubbed, and murdered, and people do zay tes they. But we ca'ant tell. And everybody es feared to tackle 'em. They be fighters, terble fighters. Some ov 'em do ride ere zumtimes like maazed people. Doan't 'ee go 'mong 'em, sur, doan't 'ee now.
"Yes, I must go."
"Then taake care ov yezelf, sur. You be very big and strong, sur; and do car a sword. But doan't 'ee vex37 'em."
"I'll be careful. Is that all you know?"
"That's oall, sur."
"And yonder is the road?" I said, pointing northwards.
"Iss, sur, that's ev et."
I gave the maid a crown piece and a kiss, whereupon she blushed finely, but curtsied like one well reared, as I believe she was.
"Whan you git to the crossways, sur, turn to the right. The left road do laid to Rosecarrick. Do 'ee be careful, sur, an' doan't 'ee vex 'em."
I laughed as I mounted my horse. "I'll remember," I said; "what is your name, my maid?"
"Jennifer Lanteglos, sur," and she curtsied again as I rode away.
"Evidently Jennifer Lanteglos is afraid of the Killigrews," I thought as I rode away. It was now becoming dusk, but I felt sure I could easily cover the three miles before dark. I had not gone a mile, when I saw a man tramping along the lane. I stopped as I overtook him. I saw that he[Pg 47] was the droll I had seen at Molesworth Arms at Wadebridge.
"Uncle Anthony," I said, using the term I had heard the innkeeper use, for the term "uncle" is one of respect towards elderly people, "go you my way?"
"What a question," retorted the old man. "How do I know ef you doan't tell me where you be goin'?"
"I am going to Squire Colman Killigrew's at Endellion," I replied.
"Do 'ee think you'll git in?" laughed Uncle Anthony.
"Yes," I replied, "the Killigrews are of an old Cornish family, they will give shelter to a traveller."
He eyed me keenly. "A traveller! Ugh! a purty traveller. But doan't 'ee be sa sure of gittin' into Endellion!"
"Go you there?"
"Iss," he replied.
"Then if you can get shelter, why not I?"
"I—I?" he retorted sharply. "I go everywhere. Nobody'll zay no to ould Ant'ny. I zing, an' tell taales, an' shaw 'em wizard's tricks, I do."
"Then if we go as fellow-travellers, both will be taken in."
"I zeed 'ee at Wadebridge," he said. "You come from a long way off, you do. Wa's yer name, young squire?"
"Roger Penryn."
"Penryn, Penryn," he repeated the name [Pg 48]slowly, and looked at me again. "Iss, we'll be fellow-travellers. I'll take 'ee to Endellion."
I did not understand his behaviour, but I determined to make the best use of him that I could. The innkeeper at Wadebridge had told me that every house was open to Uncle Anthony, for in country places where entertainment was scarce he was regarded as a godsend.
"You look tired, Uncle," I said; "get on my horse, and ride the remaining distance."
He did not speak, but when I had dismounted he prepared to climb on to Chestnut.
"It's a long time since I was on the back of a 'oss like this," he remarked when he was seated.
"And you would not remain long on," I replied, "if I was not here to keep Chestnut in order."
He opened his mouth as if to contradict me sharply, but seeming to think better of it, simply asked me to hand his harp to him.
"I can carry it," I assured him.
"No one carries that harp but me," he replied sharply; "the devil wud git into un, if other hands than mine did hould un."
So I handed him the instrument, more and more puzzled at his manner of speech. I walked slowly by Chestnut's head, who seemed to resent his change of rider, but a word from me kept him quiet, after which no conversation took place till I saw a large stone gateway38.
"What's yon?" I asked Anthony.
"The gateway to the place where the Killigrews do live," he replied.
I had hardly opened the gate when I heard a[Pg 49] tramping of feet and a hurried sound of voices near. Immediately a rough hand was laid on my arm, and I saw that we were surrounded by several men. It was now nearly dark, and I could not well distinguish who had attacked us. Bidding Chestnut be still I freed myself in a moment, and drew my sword.
"No," cried Uncle Anthony. "Doan't 'ee knaw me, Clement39 Killigrew; doan't 'ee knaw Uncle Anthony, Benet, Colman?"
"Down," cried a strong deep voice. "Uncle Anthony on horseback! What means this?"
"Visitors to Endellion, Benet; a supper and a bed!" replied the droll.
"A supper and bed for thee, and welcome, Uncle Anthony," was the reply, "but for this jackanapes,—no, we keep no open house for such."
"Jackanapes yourself," I cried hotly, for I could ill brook40 such words. "You carry swords, come on then one at a time, and we will see who is a jackanapes."
But no swords were drawn41. Instead they looked at me keenly.
"Is this horse thine?"
"It is."
"Why let old Uncle Anthony ride on him then?"
"That is my affair, not yours."
"Know you to whom you speak?"
"I thought I did at first. I was told that this is the entrance to Colman Killigrew's house, and I thought you might be Killigrews. But they be[Pg 50] gentlemen, and know decent ways, so I judge you cannot be they."
A general laugh followed this sally, and then one of them spoke in low tones to Uncle Anthony.
"We have been mistaken," said one presently. "If you bear the name of Penryn, come to Endellion, and welcome. We may know your business later on. But we live a rough life here, and make not friends easily."
"But they be cutthroats, footpads, who attack a man unawares," I replied.
"And we be Killigrews, Roger Penryn, for such is the name Uncle Anthony says you have given," was the reply. "We mistook our man, that is all, and beg to tender our apologies for discourteous42 treatment. We think all the better of you for drawing your sword. But put it up, man, we will conduct you to Endellion. At the same time you must confess that it is not oft that a gentleman dismounts and lets a wandering tale-teller sit on his horse."
"The old man was tired, and——" I did not finish the sentence, for I had become cool again, and I knew I had a difficult game to play, if I would get the better of these wild fellows.
I could not see their faces, but I saw they were strong, well-built men. They carried themselves well, too, and did not slouch along as country squires often do.
Presently I heard the roar of the sea, and soon after saw the dim outline of a large castellated building. Here and there lights twinkled, but[Pg 51] altogether it was as gloomy a place as one could well conceive.
"We give you a welcome at Endellion," said one of the Killigrews who had not hitherto spoken. "We be a rough branch of the old family tree, but the same blood flows through our veins43."
Some one gave a shrill44 whistle and a serving-man appeared.
"Take this horse, and see that it is well curry-combed and foddered," was the command.
A minute later, I with the others entered the old house from which, if I accomplished45 my purpose, I was to take the maid called Nancy Molesworth. My blood tingled46 at the thought of wild adventure; all the same, as I saw these sturdy men by my side, I very much doubted the outcome of the business.
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