Presently I was ushered2 into the dining-hall, a huge oak-paneled room. At the head of the table sat an old man. He had long white hair and beard, and beneath his rugged3 forehead, and overshadowed by bristling5 eyebrows6, gleamed a pair of piercing black eyes. He arose as I entered, and I saw that he was well on towards seventy. "A warm welcome, Roger Penryn," he said. "From what I hear my sons played a rough game at the gates yonder. I am sorry for this. The truth is, they thought that the Hanson varlets were playing them a trick. But enough of that. A man of your stamp bears no ill-will because of a mistake."
He kept his eyes on me all the time he spoke7 as if he would read my very soul, and I winced8 at the thought that I appeared under an assumed name, for I hate fighting an under-handed battle. At the same time I was sure that had I appeared as a Trevanion, I should have been ill-received.
"It is but little wonder in these rough times, that suspicion is aroused," I said. "There are many rumours9 of treason afloat in my part of the country. Indeed, Hugh Boscawen is reported to be raising an army to put down a rebellion there at this time."
He nodded his head, still eyeing me keenly.
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"Know you Hugh Boscawen?" he asked.
"Not well," I replied, "but I have seen him."
"And have thought of joining his ranks?" he asked.
"Nay11, a Penryn strikes not a blow for the House of Hanover, when the real King of England is perhaps eating his heart away in France, yonder."
"Ah, say you so?" he cried eagerly. He seemed to be about to say more, but checked himself. "We will not talk of these things now," he said; "perchance when you have been here a few hours we can discuss such matters. Besides, here come my sons. You are a strapping13 fellow, Roger Penryn, but methinks my Benet is taller."
A servant entered bearing a huge haunch of beef, another followed bearing other things, and then all being ready we fell to right heartily14.
Old Colman Killigrew talked pleasantly with me as we ate, and when the meal was over he pressed wine upon me. But I had passed the age of hot-blooded boyhood, and, knowing the work I had to do, drank cautiously, for a man filled with wine has a loose tongue and an unwary head.
"Hath old Uncle Anthony supped?" asked Colman Killigrew presently. "Let him come in when he is ready."
I was glad to have the old man say this, for I was becoming weary of the talk of the young Killigrews. They drank freely, and grew heedless as to the language they used. For, careless as I was in those days, I loved not to hear men speak of maidens16 as though they were brute[Pg 54] beasts. I have also discovered that men, when they live away from the society of women altogether, grow churlish. I had seen this in my own life, although I had not fallen so low as these men of Endellion.
One among these sons, however, was different from the rest. He was neither tall nor handsome like his brothers. I discovered that he was called Otho, after an ancient member of the race, and seemed to be regarded as the wise-man of the family. He had more learning too than the others, and spoke with more taste. He was not pleasant to look upon; he had a short bull-neck, and there was a round upon his back which almost approached a hump. I saw, however, that his hands were large and his wrists thick. Moreover, his legs, while ill-shaped, were thickset and evidently powerful. He did not drink freely like the others, nor did he talk much, but he watched me closely.
When Uncle Anthony entered, I noticed that he was regarded with great respect. He had evidently visited the house often, and knew the ways of the inmates18. He had a seat of honour beside old Colman Killigrew too, and they conversed20 together in low tones, while the sons plied10 me with questions about my life in the South.
Presently a number of the serving people came in, and with them three women-folk. They were ill-favoured, however, not like the kitchen maiden17 I had kept at Trevanion. Two out of the three were past mid-age, too, while the third was a large-limbed wench, angular and awkward, but[Pg 55] evidently as strong as a man. So far, not a sign of Nancy Molesworth was visible.
"Now, Uncle Anthony, a song and a story!" cried Otho Killigrew.
"Shall it be a little zong or a little stoary first, then?" asked Uncle Anthony in broad Cornish.
"A song first, then a story, and then a galloping21 song and dance to finish up with," replied Otho.
Uncle Anthony swept his eyes quickly around the room; then, standing22 up, he, bowed towards Colman Killigrew.
"I drink the 'ealth of the 'ouse," he said, bending towards the owner of Endellion. "The Killigrews 'ave been called 'A grove23 ov aigels' (eagles); they 'ave flied 'igh; they 'ave stood avore kings, they 'ave. Ther've bin24 wisht times laately, but a better day es comin'. The raace 'ave allays25 bin great fer lovin' and drinkin' and fightin', and their sun es risin' again. I can zee et."
"May it come quickly!" cried Benet, a giant of a fellow. "There are no women to love around here—they are afraid of us; but drinking is always good; as for fighting, I long for the clash of steel."
All the brothers echoed this, save Otho; he looked steadily26 into the huge fireplace, and spoke not. From that moment I felt sure that he was the one selected to wed4 Nancy Molesworth.
Uncle Anthony touched his harp-strings and began to sing a plaintive27 song. I had heard it often before; but he sung with more feeling than did the drolls who had visited Trevanion. It was[Pg 56] moreover peculiar29 to Cornwall, and, interspersed30 as it was by Uncle Anthony's explanations, caused even the hard-featured serving-women of Endellion to wipe their eyes. I will write it down here, for the song is being forgotten, while the fashion of receiving wandering story-tellers is fast dying out. This is how he sung it:
"Cowld blaws the wind to-day, sweet'art,
Cowld be the draps ov raain;
The fust trew-luv that ever I 'ad,
In the greenwud 'ee wos slain31.
"'Twas daown in the gaarden-green, sweet'art,
Where you and I did waalk;
The purtiest vlower that in the gaarden growed
Es rinkled (withered) to a staalk.
"The staalk will graw no laives, sweet'art,
The vlowers will ne'er return:
And now my oan love es dead and gone,
Wot can I do but mourn?"
"The pore maid did zing this," explained Uncle Anthony. "She was in a wisht way, for maidens be vit fer nothin' 'cipt they've got a man by 'em. The man es the tree, an' the maid es an ivy-laif, and tha's oal 'bout12 it. But you do knaw, my deears, that when a man 'ave bin dead one year, 'ee do allays cum back. Tha's religion, ed'n et then? Zo—
"A twelvemonth an' a day bein' gone,
The sperrit rised and spok:
"'My body es clay cowld, sweet'art,
My breath smells 'evvy an' strong;
And ef you kiss my cowld white lips,
Your time will not be long.'
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"Ah, but thicky maid wos a true maid. She cudden rest till she 'ad kissed the booy she loved; and w'en she'd kissed 'im once, she loved him more and more. Zo she cried:
"Oa, wawn mooar kiss from yer dear cowld lips,
One kiss is oal I craave;
Oa, wawn mooar kiss from yer dear cowld lips,
An' return back to yer graave."
After this, Uncle Anthony sung in a low, wailing32 tone a stormy kind of duet between the maid and what he called her "booy's sperrit," who tried to make her accompany him to the world of shadows, and after much weeping, she departed with her lover.
"And zo et es, my deears," remarked Uncle Anthony, "that trew luv is stronger'n death."
"That's a wisht zong, sure enough, Uncle Anthony," remarked one of the women, who at such times were allowed especial liberty. "Strick up summin' purty and sweet and lively." Whereupon he sung a song about a sailor who courted a rich nobleman's daughter "worth five hundred thousan' in gould." This pleased them much, after which he started to tell a story. At first he did not interest me, for my mind was filled with many things; but presently I saw that his tale was original. He brought in our meeting in the Molesworth Arms at Wadebridge, and insinuated33 many surmises34 concerning me. He took a long time to tell the story, for he weaved in a love episode, a duel35, the appearance of a ghost and a wizard, besides many droll28 sayings peculiar to the[Pg 58] county; but through it all I could see that he aimed at me, and gave hints that he suspected I had other motives36 in coming to Endellion than those which I had revealed. He described me as an unknown cavalier who wore a mask; he also spoke of a wise man whose eyes pierced the mask. It is true he dated the story in the far back past; all the same, I could not help seeing his meaning. I doubt whether any of the listeners other than myself saw his drift—but I felt sure that he had suspicions concerning me. Whether his feelings were friendly or no, I could not gather; neither could I understand his motive37 in so turning the story. The tale was well liked, however, for the old man weaved it well. He ended it by telling us that the maid wedded38 the man she loved, and that when she was on her way to church, she trod on flowers strewn by angel hands, while angel voices sung songs of hope and gladness to her.
"And what became of the masked cavalier?" asked Otho Killigrew when he had finished.
"I'll tell 'ee that next time I come this way," replied Uncle Anthony. "That's a paart of another stoary."
"And the wise man?" I asked,—"what became of him?"
"The wise man, Maaster Roger Penryn—for tha's the naame you towld me to call 'ee—es livin' still. A trewly wise man don' never die. 'Ee do live top 'igh plaaces, my deear. A wise man do mount a 'igh rock, and rest in paice. Around 'im es the wild, treacherous39 waaste, but up there[Pg 59] 'ee's saafe. 'Appy be they who in trouble seek the shelter of the wise man's 'igh plaace. 'Tes the shadda of a great rock in a weary land."
I pondered much about the old man's tale, and made up my mind that, if I could, I would speak with him alone. I decided40 that he was not what he seemed; but how I could converse19 with him again was not easy to discover, for he expressed a desire to retire, and Otho Killigrew continued to watch me closely.
Before I was in any way able to decide what to do, I knew by the baying of the hounds outside and the sounds at the door that some visitor was approaching. At a look from Colman Killigrew, all the serving-people left the room. Uncle Anthony also went out with them, saying that he would retire to rest.
The newcomer turned out to be one John Polperro, a fair-spoken young fellow of about five-and-twenty. I saw at a glance that he was a gentleman, although of no great force of character. He was dressed in accordance with the latest foppery of the times, and was, I thought, mighty41 careful about his attire42. His face was somewhat weak, but there was no vice43, no meanness in it. I presently discovered, too, that on occasion he could speak boldly.
Colman Killigrew's welcome was by no means warm, while each of the sons looked at him distrustfully, almost savagely44. But he did not seem to heed15 their evident dislike.
"I would like a word with you alone," he said to the squire45.
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"I am alone," was the reply. "I have no secrets from my sons."
"But there is a stranger among you," retorted Polperro.
"He is a friend who honours us by staying with us. He is of the same religion and hath the same interests."
I winced at this, and rose to leave, but Colman Killigrew, by a gesture, bid me remain.
"But this is not an affair for the ears of all," retorted Polperro.
"I have no affairs with you that may not be discussed by all here," was the cool response.
I wondered at this, for I could not fathom46 the old man's design. Perhaps he thought that by treating me as one of his family, even though I was a stranger, he would cause me to be more obedient to his wishes in the future. I listened eagerly, however, for I remembered why I was there.
"Be it so, then," replied Polperro with a touch of anger in his voice. "You know, then, that I have met Mistress Nancy Molesworth?"
The old man nodded.
"I love her."
Colman Killigrew betrayed no emotion whatever, but the sons made a movement expressive47 of scorn and derision.
Polperro saw this, and the colour began to mount to his cheeks. I could see, too, that he had difficulty in refraining from angry words; but he mastered himself.
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"I have reason to believe that my sentiments are not unrequited."
Still Colman Killigrew was silent.
"You know that a messenger was sent to you. He bore a letter containing an offer of marriage. This you received and read."
The old man nodded.
"This you received and read," repeated John Polperro, "but I cannot think you fairly understood the purport48 of the letter, otherwise you would have sent back a different answer."
"The answer was plain."
"But curt49 and uncivil. It was not such an answer as one gentleman may send to another."
"I said that eagles mate not with hawks50."
"That is why I cannot think you understood. My family is at least as old as your own."
"On the father's side, perchance—but on the mother's?—Bah! we will not speak of it."
Young John Polperro's hand played nervously51 with the hilt of his sword; but still he kept his temper under control.
"I am come with my father's consent and approval," he continued; "I am come in person to offer my name and fortune—a name as good as your own, a fortune more than equal to that of the Killigrews."
"I give you the same answer that I gave to your messenger," was the response.
John Polperro still kept outwardly cool.
"Then I have another proposition to make," he continued, but this time his voice took a loftier tone. "I am here to offer Mistress Nancy [Pg 62]Molesworth the protection of my father's house. I am here to offer her safety and honour!"
The old man started to his feet. He had been pricked52 on the quick at last. "What mean you, sir?" he cried.
"It is well known that ever since she came from the convent, she has been afraid to live here!" cried Polperro. "That your sons pay her attention which she hates; that she loathes53 the thought of living where modesty54, virtue55, and honour are all outraged56!"
I think he was sorry he had uttered these words as soon as they had passed his lips.
All the Killigrews looked as though they would have liked to have struck him dead. On my part, however, I had a feeling of admiration57. Courage is always good, even although it be shown at the wrong time. Nothing was said or done, however. They remembered that the man stood in their own house.
"The maid has had but one occasion to speak of her woes58 to any one," continued Polperro. "You allowed her to visit Mistress Arundell, where she met with a friend she had known at the convent school. There, as you know, it was my good fortune to meet her."
I felt he was a fool. Why could he not have spoken more guardedly? If he wanted to do Mistress Nancy an injury, he could not have accomplished59 his purpose better. I saw, too, that old Colman Killigrew ground his teeth with rage, and I heard him mutter something about his being mad to let the girl go a-gadding about at[Pg 63] people's houses. For a moment I thought he would have answered Polperro angrily; but such was not his plan.
"You stand in my own hall, or it might go hard with you," he said presently. "But enough. You spoke in hot blood, just as a lovesick fool may. Let me also say this, although you deserve not this explanation: Mistress Nancy Molesworth is betrothed60 to my eldest61 son Otho according to her father's wish. Therefore her honour is safe, and she will be wedded to one of her own degree."
"Is this by her own will?" cried Polperro.
"A maid's will is like the wind in April," replied the old man, "and is no more to be relied on. But I tell you this, she shall be guarded safely."
"Kept in prison!" retorted Polperro; "and these," looking with scorn on the young men, "will be her gaolers."
He turned to leave the room, but did not flinch62 at the angry looks bestowed63 upon him. Benet Killigrew turned to follow him, but he was stopped by his father's word.
"He stands in my own hall, Benet, and must be treated as a guest," he said. "The time may come when the laws of courtesy may not hinder you from giving him the chastisement64 he deserves."
"That time cannot come too soon for me!" cried John Polperro. "Meanwhile, do not think Mistress Nancy Molesworth is without friends. And besides that, it might be profitable for you to [Pg 64]remember——" he did not finish the sentence. Perchance he felt that silence were wise.
"I did not think you would witness such a scene, Roger Penryn," said the old man when he had gone, "for in truth I did not believe the lad had so much spirit."
"He spoke stoutly," I responded, not daring to ask the questions which hung on my lips. "He sadly lacked wisdom, however, and will land himself in trouble if he be not careful."
"I had many things to say to you to-night," remarked old Colman Killigrew, "but they must stand over. I am not as young as I was, and young Polperro's words have ill prepared me to speak on matters which lie near my heart, and I trust to yours also. But the opportunity will come to-morrow."
I bent65 my head gravely. I was glad he had put off his questionings, for, truth to tell, I dreaded66 the man. I instinctively67 felt his eyes probing me. I knew he had been making plans all through the evening to find out who I was, and why I had come northward68.
"I will retire to rest," he said; "perchance you, too, will be glad to get to your room?"
"I will go with him," said Otho Killigrew; "it is easy for a stranger to lose his way in this house."
So I said good-night to his brothers, who pressed me to stay among them and drink another bottle of wine, and walked up a broad stairway with Otho by my side.
On reaching the top of the stairway I saw a man[Pg 65] walking to and fro; but he seemed to pay no heed to us as we passed by him.
"You will stay a day or two with us, I trust?" remarked Otho.
I answered in the affirmative.
"And then?—go you farther north?"
"That will depend on what your father thinks," I responded.
He gave me a searching glance, but spoke no word more until we reached my bedroom door.
"I am afraid you have had a rough welcome," he said; "but we have the name for a rough people. All the same, we are faithful to our friends."
"Yes," I assented69.
"The Killigrews never yet turned their backs upon those who merited their friendship," concluded Otho; "but they never forgive those who betray their trust. Never!"
He uttered the words slowly and distinctly, as was his manner of speech.
"Sleep soundly, Roger Penryn," he said as he bade me good-night. "The Tower of London is not more safely guarded than Endellion."
"It is good of you to tell me," I replied; "but a good sword and a ready hand are all I have needed in the past."
To this he did not reply, and I heard his steps echo along the corridor. He walked slowly, like a man deep in thought. Did he suspect anything, or did my mission make me suspicious?
The room into which I was ushered was plain and bare. The walls were whitewashed70, the floor almost wholly uncovered. I sat for a long while[Pg 66] on the bed in deep thought, and my musings were not pleasant. I almost regretted having undertaken to do Peter Trevisa's bidding. Not because of the danger. Nay, that was almost the only redeeming71 feature in the business. And yet I tried to persuade myself that my mission was good. Were not these Killigrews lawless men? Should I not be rendering72 signal service to the maid Nancy Molesworth by taking her away from a place which, according to Polperro, she loathed73? And still I was not satisfied.
Presently I thought I heard a rustling74 outside. Instantly I went to the door and opened it softly. The corridor was but dimly lighted, but I saw the retreating form of a woman. She did not look a well-bred dame75; at the same time she was different from the serving-women I had seen in the hall. I started to follow her; but before I had taken two steps, she turned, and I saw her face. Dim as was the light, her features seemed familiar. Evidently she was a superior kind of serving-maid. In a moment, however, she vanished.
"Ah," I thought, "there is some stairway yonder!" I looked cautiously around before starting to seek it, then stopped. I heard the clank of steel. I saw the man I had passed with Otho Killigrew, still pacing the corridor.
"A sentinel, eh?" I mused76; "truly, the place is guarded."
Noiselessly I slid back to my room. The man had not seen me. My stockinged foot touched a piece of paper, which was carefully folded.
Close to my bed the candles flickered77 in the[Pg 67] socket78; so, after carefully bolting my door, I made my way towards them. On unfolding the paper I saw one word only. The word was
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