She was practically unaware9 of this power, which was destined10 to bring her into conflict with Eleanor Mowbray; nor did she take the least delight, as she might easily have done, in exercising power for power’s sake.
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Eleanor Mowbray, on the other hand, like so many women, loved power. Masculine force has so largely monopolised the more obvious manifestations11 of power that it might be said to be almost a feminine instinct to snatch at all opportunities that offer themselves.
Be that as it may, Mistress Mowbray loved to use power for the sake of using it; she loved to make her household realise that she was mistress. She did not exactly mean to be unkind, but they were servants and they must feel that they were servants. Her attitude to them was that of the servant who has risen or the one so commonly exhibited toward servants by small girls, that puzzles and disgusts their small brothers.
She would address them contemptuously, or would impatiently lose her self-control and shout at them. She lacked consideration and would call them from their main duties to perform petty services, which she could perfectly12 well have done for herself. This was irritating to the servants and there was always a good deal of friction13. The servants tended to lose their loyalty14 and, when once the bond of common interest was broken, what did it matter to Martha, the laundry-maid, that she one day scorched15 and destroyed the most cherished and valuable piece of lace that Mistress Mowbray possessed16; or of what concern was it to Edward, the seneschal, that in cleaning the plate, he broke the lid off her pouncet box and not only did not trouble to tell her, but when charged with it, coolly remarked, after the manner of his kind,—“Oh, it came to pieces in my hands!”
On one occasion, before the discovery of the secret room, when Edward was away, Thomas, a sly unprincipled31 man, whose duties were with the horses, had taken his place for the day. The four silver goblets17, which he had placed on the table, were all of them tarnished18; and after the meal was over, Mistress Mowbray said to him sharply,—“Thomas, what do you mean by putting dirty goblets on the high table?”[8]
8 The table on the raised dais at which the family sat. The retainers sat at the two lower tables. See plan.
“I am sure I did my best, Mistress,” said Thomas; “I spent a great amount of pains in laying the table, but we all of us make mistakes sometimes.”
“Then go and clean them at once, you scullion, and bring them back to me to look at directly you have finished.”
“Please, Mistress, that is not my work,” replied Thomas, “and I have a great deal to do in the stables this afternoon.” As a matter of fact he had finished his work in the stables and was planning for an easy time.
“Do you dare to talk to me?” she said, her voice rising. “You are here to do as you are told; go and clean them at once, or it will be the worse for you.” She knew that this time the man was within his rights; but she was not going to be dictated20 to by a servant.
Thomas sulkily departed. When he reached the buttery he remembered that he had noticed Edward cleaning some of the goblets the day before. He soon found them, and then drew himself a measure of ale and sat down with a chuckle21 to enjoy himself over the liquor, while allowing for the time that would have been needed to clean the silver.
Meanwhile Mistress Mowbray began impatiently to32 walk up and down the hall. The children were generally allowed to go out after dinner and amuse themselves, but it was a wet day and Aline was looking disconsolately22 out of the window wondering whether she should go into the library or what she should do, when the angry dame23 thought that the child offered an object for the further exercise of her power. “Why are you idling there?” she said. “They are all short-handed to-day, go you and scour24 out the sink and then take out the pig-bucket and be quick about it.”
Aline gave a little gasp25 of surprise, but ran off at once. The buttery door was open and she saw Thomas drinking and offering a tankard to one of the other servants, and she heard him laugh loudly as he pointed26 to a row of goblets, four of them clean and the rest of them dirty, while he said,—“Edward cleaned those, and I am waiting here as long as it would take to clean them.” He caught sight of her and scowled27, but she passed on.
Aline had soon finished the sink and ran quickly with the pig-bucket, after which she returned to the dining hall to tell Mistress Mowbray she had finished. Thomas had just come in, so she stood and waited.
He held up the four goblets on a tray for Mistress Mowbray to inspect.
“Yes, those are better, Thomas,” she said frigidly28. Thomas could not conceal29 a faint smile and the lady became suspicious. “By the way, Thomas, there are a dozen of these goblets, bring me the others.”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Thomas, triumphantly31, “but they were all dirty and I have just cleaned these.”
Mistress Mowbray saw that she could not catch him33 that way, but felt that the man was somehow getting the better of her, so she merely replied calmly,—“Then you can clean the whole set, Thomas, and bring me the dozen to look at.”
Aline nearly burst into a laugh, but put her hand to her mouth and smothered32 it without Mistress Mowbray seeing; but Thomas saw and as he departed, crest-fallen, he vowed33 vengeance34 in his heart.
“Have you done what I told you, child?” Mistress Mowbray said, turning to Aline. “Marry, but I trust you have done it well. It is too wet for you to go out; you can start carding a bag of wool that I will give you. That will keep you busy.”
Aline sighed, as she had hoped to get into the library and she wondered what Audry was doing, who had been shrewd enough to get away, but she said nothing and turned to her task.
At first Eleanor Mowbray’s treatment of Aline was merely the joy of ordering some one about, of compelling some one to do things whether they liked to or not, just because they were not in a position of power to say no; but what gave her a secret additional joy was that Aline was a lady and she herself was not. True, Aline’s father was only one of the lesser35 Lairds, but he was a gentleman of coat armour,[9] whereas Eleanor Mowbray was merely the beautiful daughter of the wealthy vintner of York. It caused Eleanor Mowbray great satisfaction to have the power to compel a gentleman’s daughter to serve her in what her plebeian36 mind34 considered degrading occupations. It was for this reason therefore that Aline was set to scour sinks, scrub floors and empty slops, with no deliberate attempt to be unkind, but simply to feed the love of power.
9 A gentleman is a man who has the right conferred by a royal grant to his ancestors or himself of bearing a coat of arms. It is not as high a rank as esquire with which it is often confused.
As a matter of fact, so long as the tasks remained within her physical strength, Aline was too much of a lady to mind and, if need had been, would have cleaned out a stable, a pigsty37 or a sewer38 itself, with grace and dignity and even have lent distinction to such occupations.
But these very qualities led to further antagonism39 on Eleanor Mowbray’s part. They were part of that power of the true lady that in Aline was developed to an almost superhuman faculty40 and which went entirely41 beyond any power of which Mistress Mowbray even dreamed and yet without the child making any effort to get it. Aline herself indeed was unconscious of her strength as anything exceptional. She had been brought up by her father, practically alone and had not as yet come to realise how different she was from other children.
It was the morning after the discovery of the secret room that Mistress Mowbray had the first indication that Aline had a power that might rival her own. It was a small incident, but it sank deeply and Eleanor Mowbray did not forget it.
She was expecting a number of guests to dinner and it looked as though nothing would be ready in time. She rushed to and fro from the hall to the kitchen upbraiding42 the servants and talking in a loud and domineering tone. But the servants, who were working as hard as the average of their class, became sullen43 and35 went about their labours with less rather than more effort.
Eleanor Mowbray was furious and finding Aline still at her spinning wheel, where she herself had put her, “’Sdeath child,” she exclaimed, “this is no time for spinning, what possesses you? I cannot get those varlets to work, everything is in confusion,—knaves!—hussies!—go you to the kitchen and lend a hand and that right speedily.”
Aline felt sorry for her hostess, who certainly was like enough to have her entertainment spoilt. She had already noticed that the servants in the hall were very half-hearted, so she said, “I will do what I can, Mistress Mowbray, perhaps I might help to get them to work.”
“You, indeed,” said the irate44 lady, “ridiculous child!—but go along and assist to carry the dishes.”
Aline rose and passed into the screens and down the central passage to the kitchen. The place was filled with loud grumbling45, almost to the verge46 of mutiny.
As the queenly little figure stood in the doorway47, the servants nudged each other and the voices straightway subsided48.
“Hush, she will be telling tales,” said one of the maids quietly.
“Nonsense,” said Elspeth, Audry’s old nurse, who was assisting, “surely you know the child better than that.”
For a moment or two Aline did not speak and a strange feeling of shame seemed to pervade49 the place.
“Elspeth,” said Aline, while the flicker50 of a smile betrayed her, “if you run about so, you’ll wear out your36 shoon; you should sit on the table and swing your feet like Joseph there.”
“Now, hinnie, why for are you making fun of an old body?”
“I would not make fun of you for anything,” said Aline; “but look at his shoon; are they not fine,—and his beautiful lily-white hands?”
“Look as if you never did a day’s work, Joe,” said Silas, the reeve.
“Oh, no, he works with his brain, he’s thinking,” said Aline, putting her hand to her brow with mock gravity. “He’s reckoning up his fortune. How much is it, Joseph?”
“Methinks his fortune will all be reckonings,” said Silas, “for he’ll never get any other kind.”
“Well, we’ll change the subject; there’s going to be a funeral here to-night,” Aline observed.
“No, really?” exclaimed half a dozen voices.
“Yes, it’s a terrible story and it really ought not to be known; but you’ll keep it secret I know,” she said, lowering her voice to a whisper.
As they crowded round her she went on in mysterious tones, “You know John Darley and Philip Emberlin.”
“Yes,” said Joe, rousing himself to take in the situation, “they are coming here to-night.”
“They’ve a long way to come and they are not strong,” said Aline, “and they will arrive hungry and just have to be buried, because there was nothing to eat. Yes, it’s a sad story; I’m not surprised to see the tears in your eyes, Joseph, and, in fact, in a manner of speaking you might say that you will have killed them, you and your accomplices,” she added, looking round.
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A good tempered laugh greeted this last sally.
“Marry, we have much to get through. How can I help? It would be a sorry thing that Holwick should be disgraced before its guests. Give me something to do.”
There was nothing in the words, but the tone was one of dignity combined with gentleness and sympathy.
The effect was peculiar;—no one felt reproved, but felt rather as though there was full sympathy with his own point of view; yet at the same time he was conscious that he would lose his own dignity if he became querulous and allowed the honour of the house to suffer.
Aline helped for a short time and then, leaving them for a moment all cheerful and joking but working with a will, she looked into the buttery, where she saw Thomas and Edward, the seneschal, a pompous51 but good hearted fellow, merely talking and doing nothing.
“You are not setting us a good example,” she said laughing; “everybody else is working so hard,” and then she added in a tone that combined something of jest, something of command and something of a coaxing52 quality, “do try to keep things going; Master Richard would be much put about if he failed in his hospitality.”
This time there was undoubtedly53 a very gentle sting in the tone that pricked54 Edward’s vanity; yet his own conscience smote55 him, so that he bore no ill will.
He said nothing, however, but Thomas remarked;—“Yes, Mistress Aline, the sin of idleness is apt to get hold of us, we must to our work as you say.”
Aline raised her eyebrows56 slightly, the ill-bred vulgarity of the remark was too much for her sensitive nature. Thomas was marked by that lack of refinement38 that cheapens all that is noble and good by ostentatious piety57 and sentimentality.
Aline gave a little shiver and passed on to do the same with the others. She also took her full share in the work, so that in fifteen minutes everything was moving smoothly58. It was done entirely out of kindness, but Eleanor Mowbray felt that it was a triumph at her expense and although Aline had helped her out of a difficulty, she only bore a grudge59 against her.
Thomas also was nettled60. Aline had got the better of him; he suspected her, too, of seeing through his hypocrisy61; which, as a matter of fact, she had only partially62 done, as she was so completely disgusted at his vulgarity that she did not look further.
It was not till the afternoon that the children had any opportunity to pursue their own devices and they decided63, as the day was fine and the storm had cleared away, that they would go down to the river near-by and see the waterfall before the water had had time greatly to abate64.
They did not go straight across the moor65, but went by way of the small hamlet of Holwick. Everything looked bright and green after the rain, varied66 by the grey stone walls, that ran across the country, separating the little holdings. The distance was brilliantly blue and the wide spaciousness67 that characterises the great rolling moorland scenery was enhanced by the beauty of the day.
The children turned into the second cottage which was even humbler than its neighbours. It was a long, low, thatched building, roughly built of stone with clay instead of mortar68. Within, a portion was divided off39 at one end by a wooden partition. There was no window save one small opening under the low eaves which was less than six feet from the ground. It was about eight inches square and filled with a piece of oiled canvas on a rudely made movable frame instead of glass. In warm weather it often stood open.
The children stumbled as they entered the dark room and crossed the uneven69 floor of stamped earth. There was no movable furniture save one or two wooden kists or chests, a dilapidated spinning wheel and a couple of small stools. In the very middle of the floor was a fire of peats on a flat slab70 of stone in the ground and a simple hole in the roof allowed the choking smoke to escape after it had wandered round the whole building.
An old man, bent71 double with rheumatism72, hastened forward as the children came to the door and, holding out both his hands, shook Audry’s and Aline’s at the same time. “I am right glad to see you,” he said, “and may the Mother of God watch over you.”
He quickly brought two stools and, carefully dusting them first, bade his young visitors sit down by the fire.
“How is Joan to-day, Peter,” asked Aline, “she isn’t out again is she?”
“No, Mistress Aline, she has been worse the last few days and is in bed, but maybe the brighter weather will soon see her out and about.”
He hobbled over toward a corner of the cottage, where a box-bed stood out from the wall. It was closed in all around like a great cupboard, with sliding shutters74 in the front. These were drawn75 back, but the interior was concealed76 by a curtain. He drew aside this curtain and within lay a little girl about eleven years old40 with thin wasted cheeks and hollow sunken eyes. She stretched out her small hand as the two children approached and a smile lit up the white drawn face.
Aline stooped and kissed her. “Oh, Joan,” she said, “I wish you would get well, but it is always the same, no sooner are you up than you are back in bed again. I have been asking Master Mowbray about you and he has promised that the leech77 from Barnard Castle shall come and see you as soon as he can get word to him.”
“It is good of you to think and plan about me, Mistress Aline, and I believe I am not quite so badly to-day, but I wish that horrid78 old ‘Moll o’ the graves’ would not come in here and look at me. She does frighten me so. Mother was always so frightened of Moll.”
“She is a wretched old thing,” said Audry, “but do not let us think about her.”
“You mustn’t thank us, anybody would do the same,” said Aline; “you cannot think how sorry we are to see you like this, and you must just call me Aline the same as I call you Joan. See! Audry and I have brought you a few flowers and some little things from the Hall that old Elspeth has put up for us, and when the leech comes, he will soon make you well again.”
“I sometimes wonder whether I shall ever get well any more; each time I have to go back to bed I seem to be worse. All my folk are gone now and I am the only one left. The flowers are right bonnie though and the smell of them does me good,” she added, as she lifted the bunch of early carnations79 that the children had brought.
After she had spoken she let her hand fall and lay41 quite still gazing at the two as though even the few words had been too great an effort.
The bed looked very uncomfortable and Aline and Audry did their best to smooth it a little, after which Joan closed her eyes and seemed inclined to sleep.
“I wish we could get her up to the Hall,” said Aline in a whisper, “the smoke is so terrible and I never saw such a dreadful place as that bed.”
“Mother would never hear of it; so it’s no use your thinking of such a thing.”
They returned to the fire and sat down on the stools for a few moments before leaving.
“Ay, the child is about right,” said the old man, “her poor mother brought her here from Kirkoswald when her man died last November. Sarah Moulton was a sort of cousin of my wife who has been lying down in Middleton churchyard this many a long year. She lived in this very house as a girl and seemed to think she would be happier here than in Kirkoswald. Well, it was not the end of March before she had gone too and the lassie is all that is left.”
The children bade farewell and went out. As they passed the end of the house they saw the black figure of an old woman creeping round the back as though not wishing to be seen.
“Oh, there’s that horrible old woman! ‘Moll o’ the graves,’” said Audry; “let us run. I wonder what she has been doing listening round the house; I hate her. You know, Aline, they say she does all manner of dreadful things, that it was she who made all old Benjamin Darley’s sheep die. Some people say she eats children and if she cannot get hold of them alive she42 digs them up from their graves at night. I do not believe it, but come along.”
“No, I want to see what she is doing,” said Aline; “I am sure she is up to no good. I believe that she has been spying outside waiting for us to depart, so that she can go in.”
“But you cannot prevent her,” said Audry.
“We must prevent her,” said Aline; “she might frighten Joan to death.”
Aline was right and the old woman came round from the other end of the house and approached the cottage door. Aline at once advanced and stood between the old woman and the door, while Audry followed and took up her position beside Aline.
“What do you want, mother?” said Aline.
“What business is that of yours?” said the old dame savagely82; “you clear away from that door or I will make it the worse for you.”
She raised her stick as she spoke80 and glared at the children. It was not her physical strength that frightened them, as they were two in number, although she was armed with a stick, but something gruesome and unearthly about her manner. Aline took a step forward so as half to shelter Audry, but her breath came quickly and she was filled with an unspeakable dread81.
“You must not go in there,” said the child firmly; “there is a little girl within who is sick and she must not be disturbed.”
“I shall do as I please and go in if I please,” she muttered, advancing to the door and laying her hand on the latch83.
Aline at once seized her by the shoulders, saying, “I43 may want your help, Audry,” and gently but firmly turned her round and guided her on to the road. Moll made no resistance, as she feared the publicity84 of the road and moreover the girls were both strong and well built, though of different types. Aline then stepped so as to face her, and keeping one hand on her shoulder, she said, as she looked her full in the eyes,—“go home, Moll, Joan is not well enough to see any one else to-day,—go home.”
The old woman’s eyes dropped; she was cowed; she felt herself in the presence of something she had never met before, as she caught the fire in those intense blue eyes. “I will never forgive you,” she snarled85, but she skulked86 down the road like a beaten dog.
The children stood and watched her, feeling a little shaken after their unpleasant experience.
“What a good thing you were there,” said Audry. “I am sure she would have frightened Joan terribly.”
“Come, let us forget it,” and they raced down to the waterfall.
It was a magnificent sight, one great seething87 mass of foam88, cream-white as it boiled over the cliff; while below, the dark brown peat-coloured water swirled89, mysteriously swift and deep, and rainbows danced in the flying spray. They walked down the stream a little way watching the rushing flood, when Aline suddenly cried out, “Audry, what is that on the other side?”
Just under the rock, partly concealed by the over-hanging foliage90, could be made out with some difficulty the form of a man. He was lying quite still and although they watched for a long time he never moved at all.
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“I wonder if he is hiding,” said Audry.
“I am sure he is not,” said Aline. “It would be a very poor place to hide, particularly when there are so many better ones quite close by. He may be drowned.”
“Possibly, but I think he is too high out of the water.”
“Then perhaps he is only hurt; I wonder if there is anything that we could do.”
“We might go up to the Hall and get help,” Audry suggested.
“Yes,” said Aline, doubtfully, as the thought crossed her mind that he might be the poor stranger whom the country-side was hunting like a beast of prey91 and although she could not explain her feelings she felt too much pity to do anything that might help the hunters and therefore it would not be wise to go to the Hall. It was partly the natural gentleness of her nature and partly her instinctive92 abhorrence93 of the vindictive94 way in which Mistress Mowbray had spoken on the previous night.
Then a shudder95 passed through her as she looked at the foaming96 torrent97. Any help that could be given must be through that. Aline was only a child; but until she came to Holwick Hall she had lived entirely with older people and realised as children rarely do the full horror of death. It was so easy to stay where she was, she was not even absolutely certain that the stranger was in any real danger. It was not her concern. But Aline from long association with her brave father had a measure of masculine physical courage that will even court danger and that overcame her natural girlish timidity, and along with that she had in unusual degree the true feminine courage that can suffer in silence45 looking for no approval, no victory and no reward, the stuff of which martyrs98 are made. “He is obviously unfortunate,” she said to herself,—“Oh, if I could only help him, what does it matter about me, and yet how beautiful the day is, the rainbows, the clear air, the flowers and dear Audry; must I risk them all?”
She was not sure, however, what line her cousin might take and therefore did not like to express her thoughts aloud. On the other hand she could do nothing without Audry, but she thought it best to keep her own counsel and do as much as she could before Audry could possibly hinder her. So she only said;—“But if we went for help to the Hall it might be too late before any one came, if he is injured and still alive.”
At this moment both of them distinctly saw the figure move, and Aline at once said, “Oh, we must help him at once. I am sure we should not be in time if we went up to the Hall. We might find no one who could come and there might be all manner of delays.”
“But whatever can you do, Aline, he is on the other side?”
“I shall try and swim across,” she said, after thinking a moment.
“What, in all this flood! That is impossible.”
“I think I could manage it, if I went a little lower down the river where the torrent is not quite so bad.”
“Aline, you will be killed; you must not think of it.”
But Aline had already started down the bank to the spot that she had in her mind. Audry ran after her, horror struck and yet unable to offer further opposition99.
“Well,” she said, “you are always astonishing me,” as Aline was taking off her shoes; “you seem too timid46 and quiet, and here you are doing what a man would not attempt.”
“My father would have attempted it,” was all that Aline vouchsafed100 in reply.
She took off her surcoat, her coat-hardie and her hose, and then turned and kissed Audry. “There is no one to care but you,” she said, “if I never come back.”
For a few moments the little slim figure stood looking at the black whirling of the treacherous101 water, her dainty bare feet on the hard rocks. Her white camise lifted and fluttered over her limbs like the draperies of some Greek maiden102, the sunlight flushing the delicate texture103 of her skin, while her beautiful hair flew behind her in the breeze. It was but a passing hesitation104 and then she plunged105 in and headed diagonally up the river. She struck out hard and found that she could make some progress from the shore although she was being swiftly carried down the stream. If only she could reach the other side before she was swept down to the rapids below, where she must inevitably106 be smashed to pieces on the rocks! It was a terrible struggle and Audry sat down on the bank and watched her, overcome by tears. “Oh, Aline, little Aline,” she cried, “why did I ever let you go?” At last she could bear to look no longer. Aline had drawn nearer and nearer to the rapids, and although she was now close to the further bank there seemed not the slightest hope of her getting through.
She held on bravely, straining herself to the utmost, but it was no use;—she was in the rapids when only a couple of yards from the shore. Almost at once she struck a great rock, but, as it seemed by a miracle,47 although much bruised108, she was carried over the smooth water-worn surface and by a desperate movement that taxed her strength to the uttermost, was able to force herself across it and the small intervening space of broken water and scramble109 on to the shore.
When Audry at length looked up, Aline was standing110 wringing111 the water out of her dripping hair, shaken and bruised and cut in several places, but alive. She took off the garment she had on and wrung112 it out before putting it on again. She then paused for a moment not knowing what to do. Blood was flowing freely from a deep cut below the right knee and also from a wound on the back of her right shoulder. She hesitated to tear her things for fear of the wrath113 of Mistress Mowbray, but at the same time was frightened at the loss of blood. Finally she tore off some strips of linen114 and bandaged herself as well as she could manage and made her way to where the man was lying.
Ian Menstrie had had a hard struggle. He had been working as a carpenter in Paris and had fallen in with some of his exiled countrymen and become for a time a servant to John Knox. It was three weeks since he had left France with the important documents that he was bearing from Knox and others; and only his iron determination had carried him through. Time and again nothing but the utmost daring and resourcefulness had enabled him to slip through his enemies’ hands. He had actually been searched twice unsuccessfully before he was finally arrested as a heretic at York. After extreme suffering he had escaped again and the precious papers were still with him. He had reached Aske Hall in Yorkshire, some twenty miles or so, over48 the hills, from Holwick, the home of Elizabeth of Aske, mother of Margaret Bowes, whom Knox had married, a lady with whom the reformer regularly corresponded.
But almost at once he again had to give his pursuers the slip, and he made his way up Teesdale with the precious papers still on him.
Although they were hot on his trail he had managed to get through Middleton in the night unobserved and would probably have reached the hills and got away North, unseen; but he met a little four-year-old boy on the road, who had fallen and hurt himself and was sitting in the rain and crying bitterly. There was nothing serious about it, but the child had a large bruise107 on his forehead. Ian had hesitated a moment, looking apprehensively115 behind, but stopped and bathed the bruise at a beck close by, comforted the child and carried him to his home and set him down just outside the little garden.
The delay, however, had cost him dear; the day was now fully73 up and two or three people noticed the stranger as he left the road to try and make for the steepest ground where pursuit would be less easy. Shortly afterwards he had seen men in the distance, both on foot and on horseback, setting out on his track and, with infinite difficulty, availing himself of every hollow, at the risk of being seen at any moment he had made his way to the river. If only he could get across, he argued, he might consider himself tolerably safe. They would never suspect that he was on that side and it was in any case the best road to the North. He knew little of the country, of course, or that there was a better place to attempt the feat116 lower down the stream. He leaped49 in where he found himself and being a strong swimmer he made his way over but was sucked down by an eddy117 and dashed against the cliff on the opposite side, but on coming to the surface again he had just sufficient strength to get out of the water and crawl along the ledge118 of rock to where the overhanging leaves afforded at least a partial concealment119. Indeed, the place was such an unlikely one that anybody actually searching for him would probably have overlooked it.
He had lain there for hours, the pain in his head being intense. One ankle was badly sprained120 and much swollen121 and he felt sure that he had broken his left collar bone. He had had nothing to eat for days and the dizziness and the pain together caused him repeatedly to fall into a fitful doze30 from which he would wake trembling, with his heart beating violently. It was after one of these dozes122 that he woke and, on opening his eyes, saw a little figure in white bending over him, whose large dark blue eyes, filled with pity, were looking into his face. Her long hair fell down so as to touch him and her beautiful arms rested on the rock on either side of his head. At first he thought it was a water-sprite with dripping locks, of which many tales were told by the country folk, and then he noticed the blood oozing123 from below the bandage on the little arm. “Who are you?” he asked at last, as his senses gradually returned.
“My name is Aline and I have come to help you,” she said.
“But, sweet child, how can you do that?”
As his brain became clearer he became more able to face the situation. Who could this exquisite124 fairy-like50 little damsel possibly be, and how could she ever have heard of him and why should any family that wished to help him do it by the hands of any one so young? Then she was wet and wounded, which made the case still more extraordinary. “Little one,” he went on, “why have you come; do you know who I am?”
“No,” she said, “but I saw you lying on the rock and so I came across to try and do something for you.”
“You do not mean to say that you swam that raging river?”
“It was the only way to reach you.”
“And you are really a little girl and not a water fay?” he asked half playfully and half wondering if there really could be such things, as so many people seriously believed. It was almost easier to believe in fairies than to believe that a little girl had actually swum that flood.
“Of course I am; you have hurt your head and are talking nonsense.”
It seemed hard to tell her who he was; this charming little maiden would then hate him like the rest. It was not that he thought that she could possibly be of serious assistance to him; but it was a vision of delight and there was a music in the sound of her voice that to the exile reminded him of his own country. Yet he felt it was his duty and indeed the child might be running great risks and get herself into dire19 trouble even by speaking to him, so intense was the hatred125 of the heretics.
“Child, you must not help me. I am a heretic.”
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“I guessed that you were,” she said, and the large eyes were full of pity, “but somehow I feel that it is right to aid any one in distress126.”
“When you are older, little one, you will think differently. It is only your sweet natural child-heart that instinctively127 sees the right without prejudice or sophistry128.”
“I am afraid that I do not understand you; but we must not stop talking here, we must get you to a place of safety.”
“Will your people help me?” he said, as a possible explanation occurred to him. “Are they of the reformed faith?”
“Are they heretics? you mean; no, indeed.” There was just the suspicion of a touch of scorn in her voice; it was true that to her a heretic was a member of a despised class, but there was also a slight, commingling129 of bitterness that gave the ring to her words, and which he did not detect, when she thought of the unreasoning and uncharitable prejudice that Mistress Mowbray had shown the day before.
“But that does not mean that I would not help you,” she went on. “See this is what we must do. Somehow or other we must get back to the other side and first I ought to bandage your head. Have you hurt yourself anywhere else?” She looked him up and down as she spoke. “Oh, your ankle is all swollen and bleeding where you have torn your hose; we must try and do something for that.”
“That can wait for the present,” he said, glancing apprehensively at his shoes, which mercifully were still52 uninjured on his feet; “the worst thing is that I think that I have broken my collar bone. But before we do anything I must try and help you bandage your shoulder more satisfactorily for it is bleeding very badly. That will not be very easy,” he added, smiling, “as I have only one arm and you yourself cannot reach it.”
She let him try and between them they managed it somehow, and he wondered again as he tenderly manipulated the bandage, how such a little fragile thing could be undertaking130 such a strenuous131 task.
“I have not time to explain,” said Aline, “but there is a secret chamber132 in the Hall where you could be hidden, but we could not possibly get you there until it is dark. There is, however, a hollow tree on the other side where we sometimes play, in which you can sit with your feet outside and they can be covered up with grass and leaves. It is perhaps a little dangerous but I see no other way if your life is to be saved. Can you bend your arm at all?” she went on. “Has it any strength in it?”
“It is practically useless,” he replied.
“Well, somehow or other we have to swim back across that river; and it is lucky that it is enormously easier from this side. The rapids set towards this bank and on the other side there is a sort of backwater opposite to where the rapids begin on this. We can also with very little danger venture to start some twenty yards higher up than I did when I was coming.”
“But I do not think I could swim at all in that rush with only one arm, and in any case you will have to go round; you must not dream of attempting to swim that water again.”
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With all her gentleness there was something very queenly about Aline. She lifted her head and said,—“We must both go and you must somehow hold on to me and there is no more to be said.”
He tried to dissuade133 her, but the little thing was adamant134. He despised himself for allowing a child to help him at all, but was almost as under a spell. His will power under normal conditions was one of the most remarkable135 things about him; but the pain of fatigue136 and the long nervous strain had deprived him for the moment of his self-mastery. His head was full of strange noises and he seemed as though he were in a dream. At last he yielded, retaining just enough self-consciousness to determine that he would let himself go, and drown, if he were too great a drag on her. It was clear, as she said, that if she had already swum the other way, there was little real risk for her alone. Moreover the water was falling all the time and, even since she had come over, the stream was slightly less.
Before starting Aline looked round everywhere cautiously and then called to Audry, who was watching on the other side, to have a long branch ready to hold out to them. When Audry had obtained the branch they entered the water. Although the pain was almost intolerable he had decided to put his injured arm on her shoulder and it answered beyond their expectations. He was a very strong swimmer and all that it was necessary for Aline to do was to give the slight help necessary to counteract137 the one-sided tendency and to improve the balance of the forward part of the body, which otherwise would greatly have reduced the speed. So well did they manage it that they even got across with some54 ten yards to spare, being still further helped by Audry’s branch.
They clambered up the bank, a task not easy of accomplishment138, and took Ian Menstrie at once to the tree which was close by. Aline put on her clothes, taking the remains139 of her linen shift for bandages. Luckily she had on several occasions in her father’s house helped to nurse the injured and knew how to bind140 the collar bone and make as good a piece of work of the ankle as the extemporised bandages would allow. Then bidding him good-bye the children hurried back to the Hall. Aline longed to take him food but decided that, sad as it was, it would be better to run no risks whatever. Moreover, she wanted to discover the passage under the moat and there was none too long before the evening meal.
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