Her Bodley or her Vatican to lose,
All things that are but writ1 or printed there,
In his unbounded breast engraven are.
And this great prince of knowledge is by Fate
Thrust into th’ noise and business of a State.
He is too good for war, and ought to be
As far from danger as from fear he’s free.
“Lines on Lord Falkland.”—Cowley.
Little Helena Locke was made happy one day towards the end of July, by receiving a letter from her father. That it had been long upon the road did not surprise her, for letters naturally led a hazardous2 existence in war time, and she never knew how nearly she had missed receiving this one; never guessed that for many days it had lain securely in Colonel Norton’s pocket, that it had been through the battles of Lansdown and Roundway Down, and had finally been given by Norton, at Marlborough, to the first messenger he came across.
Whether the sight of the Major’s dead face had pricked3 his conscience, or whether he deemed it most to his own interest to have the little heiress safely bestowed4 at Notting-hill Manor5, it would be hard to say. For a minute or two Helena’s fate had hung in the balance, but chancing to come across a man who was riding westward6, Norton had entrusted7 him with the letter, and after many vicissitudes8 it had been delivered.
The very day after she had received it came tidings that Prince Rupert had taken Bristol, and the news so appalled9 the citizens that Alderman Pury determined10 to lose no time in sending his charge to London, for it was now almost certain that the Royalists would besiege11 Gloucester.
Helena, glad of any change, and heartily12 tired of the somewhat sombre atmosphere of the Pury household, made her preparations in high glee, and was singing a cheerful ditty that evening as she packed up her belongings13, when a knock at the door of her bedroom recalled her from dreams of Gabriel Harford to the facts of real existence.
To her surprise, she found pretty Mistress Clemency14 Coriton standing15 without.
“How good of you to come and see me; ’tis a sure sign that Captain Heyworth is on the high road to recovery,” she said, gaily16, “or you would never have quitted him.”
“Yes, in truth, he is recovering fast,” said Clemency, yet her face remained grave and sad, and something in her tone puzzled Helena.
“Will you not come to the parlour?” she said. “My room, as you see, is all in disorder17.”
“They gave me leave to seek you out here, because I wanted to see you alone, dear Helena,” replied Clemency. “Alderman Pury has received a letter from Lord Falkland, and he tells him that Major Locke was sorely wounded at Roundway Down. You remember Sir William Waller could give us no news of him when he passed through Gloucester a few days since.”
“No, for the whole army was dispersed,” said Helena, her face growing white. “But what more does Lord Falkland say, and how came he to know? Oh! I understand! My father is a prisoner.”
Clemency put her arms round the girl.
“He is not a prisoner now, dear Nell. He is safe and at rest.”
Helena’s grief was speechless; she only clung to her friend in the numbing18, paralysing shock of a first great sorrow.
“The letter,” she said at last. “I want to see it.”
And Clemency put it into her hands, knowing that Lord Falkland’s delicately worded and thoughtful kindness would be the best means of conveying to her the details of her father’s death. She guessed, moreover, that the news of Gabriel Harford’s imprisonment19 at Oxford20 would rouse her, and fill to some extent the terrible blank that had come in her life.
“I must do what my father bids me, and go at once to London,” said Nell, her childlike face looking all at once years older under the strain of this sudden grief and desolation. “Madam Harford may be able to help her grandson, and at least I can tell her of his sore need.”
“Yes, you see what Lord Falkland says about trying to effect an exchange,” said Clemency, glad that she had turned to this practical thought. “Alderman Pury bid me ask whether you knew who was your father’s trustee.”
“It is his cousin, Dr. Twisse, the rector of Newbury; he told me so when we parted; and his attorney is Mr. Corbett, here in Gloucester,” said Helena.
“I will go and take him word,” said Clemency, “for he is anxious that no time should be lost; we are in great danger, they say, now that Bristol hath fallen.”
“But what will become of you if Gloucester is besieged22?” said Helena. “If you could but come with me to London, you would be far safer.”
“My brother-in-law is against it,” said Clemency; “and, indeed, I could not bear to be parted just now from Joscelyn. It hath been settled that we shall be married next Saturday.” Promising23 to return, she went down in search of the master of the house, and poor Helena, still with a dazed look of hopeless grief, went on mechanically with her preparations, her mind haunted now by a vision of her father lying dead, now by a vivid picture of Gabriel Harford in Oxford Castle, and again by the thought of Joscelyn Heyworth and Clemency Coriton hurriedly married ere the perils24 of the siege began.
When the next day she set off on her journey, under the charge of her cousin and an escort which Alderman Pury had provided, she was far more composed than Mistress Malvina, said her farewells without any emotion, and, like one in a dream, quitted Gloucester for the long and dangerous journey to London, caring very little what happened to her.
It had been arranged that they should visit Dr. Twisse, the Puritan rector of Newbury, and her only surviving kinsman26, on the way; and Cousin Malvina found some comfort in this plan, for as they journeyed Helena’s looks began to alarm her. By day she was silent and pale, at night flushed and feverish27, and when at length they reached Newbury, and dismounted at the Rectory, it was quite clear that the girl was very ill.
The rector, however, proved a kindly28 host, and his wife, though secretly dismayed when the next day the physician plainly told her that weeks must elapse before their guest could travel, was an indefatigable29 nurse, and never let Helena feel that she was giving trouble.
And so the poor little heiress fought her way through sorrow and suffering, helped on by an illusion, dreaming of Gabriel Harford and of how she could best gain his release, dreaming also—not of the marriage of Captain Heyworth and her friend Clemency—but of that other marriage which her father had twice suggested to her. Had it, she wondered, ever been mentioned to Lieutenant30 Harford? And if so, had he perhaps thought of her when he so gallantly31 tried to save her father? And did he now at Oxford call to mind the maid he had so gallantly rescued from Colonel Norton’s villainy? Alas32! she knew nothing of Gabriel’s grave words at West Kennet, and never dreamed that at this very time his red-letter days were the ones when, while others slept, he found a chance of looking at the carefully concealed33 miniature of a dark-eyed, darkhaired maiden34, whose sweet yet wilful35 lips were the only lips in the world he cared to kiss.
By the time Helena had recovered from her illness, news had reached them that Lord Essex had relieved Gloucester, and was endeavouring to return with his victorious36 army to London, while the King was concentrating all his efforts on the attempt to block his road. To let two ladies travel while the country was in such a disturbed state seemed out of the question, and though it was now past the middle of September, Dr. Twisse insisted on keeping his visitors. Nor was Helena at all averse37 to staying, for she was still very far from strong, and shrank from the idea of the tedious journey still before them.
Yet Dr. Twisse half wished he had let them go when on the 18th September it seemed likely that the two armies would encounter each other in the near neighbourhood of Newbury. A sharp skirmish was reported from Aldbourn Chase, and on the 19th the King’s forces took possession of Newbury, to the great disgust of the inhabitants, who were strongly in favour of the Parliament. In their breasts bitter memories still lingered which made them little inclined to favour a king who was swayed by his “popish” wife. Some of the old people could well recall the burning of the Newbury martyrs38, and all the grown folk had heard from their fathers and mothers details which had sown in their hearts an unconquerable Protestantism, just as past persecutions have firmly established in Ireland an unconquerable Catholicism.
With what feelings Helena watched the entry of the King’s forces may easily be imagined, but it was at least some satisfaction to her to learn that Prince Maurice’s troop was not in that part of the country, and that she ran no danger of seeing Colonel Norton.
The window of the Rector’s study commanded a good view of the street, and she sat looking out at the busy throng39 below, while Dr. Twisse worked at his Sunday sermon, pausing now and then to ask some question of his sad little kinswoman, more for the sake of breaking the monotony for her than because the movements of the soldiers interested him.
Presently a knock at the front door aroused him.
“Who comes hither, Nell?” he asked. “’Tis late for visitors.”
“It is the gentleman you spoke40 with as we walked to church on Sunday, sir,” said Nell.
“What! good Mr. Adam Head, of Cheap-street? I trust he does not want us to lodge41 any of the King’s officers.”
“There is an officer with him, sir,” said Helena. “A gentleman with lank21 black hair.”
Before more could be said the two visitors were shown into the room, and the good Rector was courteously42 receiving them with bows, and no apparent lack of hospitality, though in the dim recesses44 of his mind there lurked45 a troubled consciousness that the guest rooms were already full.
“I must present you, sir, to my noble guest, Lord Falkland,” said Mr. Head.
(“After all he does not want to lie here this night,” reflected the Rector, his manner becoming still more cordial.)
“My lord, this is Dr. Twisse, who will, I am sure, be ready to serve your lordship.”
Falkland’s greeting was full of charm. He bowed low to Helena as she was about to glide46 quietly by them to the door, but the Rector put his hand on her arm and stayed her.
“Wait, Helena,” he said, “I am sure my Lord Falkland will spare a moment to let us thank him for the very kind trouble he took in sending you the last details as to your father. This, my lord, is the daughter of Major Locke, whose death at Marlborough you notified to us.”
Falkland gave a glance full of kindness and pity at the delicate, fair-haired girl; the colour had risen in her pale face, and her blue eyes were bright with tears. He bent47 down and kissed her hand, vividly48 recalling as he did so the face of the dead Parliamentary officer lying in the church at Marlborough.
“It was through Mr. Harford, madam, that I learnt your address; being unable to write to you himself while a prisoner, he begged me to send you word of what had passed.”
As he spoke he saw the colour deepen and spread in Helena’s pretty face, and knew by the tone of her voice that she was far from indifferent to the young lieutenant. Remembering the miniature of the beautiful dark-haired girl, and Gabriel’s own words as to a kinswoman of the Bishop49 of Hereford, he guessed that there were all the materials for a tragedy in this little maid’s romance.
“Is it true, my lord, that the prisoners in Oxford Castle are cruelly treated?” asked Helena. “We have heard such shocking tales of their sufferings.”
“I fear the tales are o’er true,” said Falkland, sadly. “I did what little was possible for Mr. Harford, and have spoken to those in authority as to his exchange, but at present there is nothing for it but patience, and that he has—the patience of a man who believes in his cause.”
“We owe Lieutenant Harford a debt of gratitude50, my lord,” said the Rector, “not only for rescuing Helena from the vile51 scheme of Colonel Norton, an ill-conditioned neighbour of her father’s, but for all that he did for my dead kinsman. Helena hopes shortly to be in London under the charge of her godmother, Madam Harford, a kinswoman of the lieutenant’s, and she will do her utmost to obtain his exchange. But we trouble your lordship too much with our affairs. In what can I serve you, my lord?”
“In truth, sir, I came to ask if you would administer the sacrament to me and to the family of my kindly host, Mr. Head, to-morrow morning, before I go forth52 to the expected battle,” said Falkland.
The Rector gladly consented, and the time having been arranged the two visitors withdrew, Falkland pausing for a few words aside with Helena, regretting that he could tell her so little with regard to her father, since all that he knew had been already put in his letter.
Nevertheless his sympathy was no small comfort to the girl, and did much to take the sting from her grief.
Unable to sleep, partly from excitement, partly from the disturbed state of the town, she rose early and joining the Rector as he was about to go to the church, begged leave to accompany him. The quiet service over, she was waiting at the church door for Dr. Twisse, when Mr. Head and his guest passed out. She looked in astonishment53 at Lord Falkland’s face, for the deep sadness which had struck her so much on the previous night had utterly54 gone, his dark eyes were radiant, his manner cheerful and buoyant; even in his dress, which had before been somewhat disordered and neglected, she noticed a change. Recognising her, as Mr. Head bowed in passing, he paused, and in his gentlest and most winning manner said, “There is a favour I would ask at your hands, Mistress Locke. By Mr. Harford’s express wish I have in my possession his horse Harkaway. I do not propose, however, to ride it this morning, and will give orders that it is to be sent to the Rector’s stables. Perhaps you will be good enough to use it on your journey to London, so that it may await its owner on his release.”
“But, my lord,” said Helena, hesitatingly. “If he wished you to have the horse——?”
“Tell him I have ridden Harkaway ever since quitting Oxford,” said Falkland. “And if,” he added, gently, “I may venture a word to you in your bereavement55, I would bid you not to weep for the dead, but for those who live on in these grievous times. It needs no prophet to foresee much misery56 to our unhappy country. But I do believe I shall be out of it ere night.”
Then, with a kindly and courteous43 farewell, he walked on with his host, and, mounting at the door of the house in Cheap-street, rode to join Sir John Byron’s brigade of horse.
All noticed the cheerfulness of his manner and bearing in, the charge across Wash Common; every hedge in the neighbourhood was lined by the Parliamentary Musketeers, and the guns on the heights in front of them were doing their utmost to decimate the troop. But still in the front rank Falkland rode unscathed; it seemed as if death shrank from taking one whose noble heart and great intellect so far surpassed all others on that fatal field, destined57 to see the slaughter58 of well-nigh three thousand Englishmen.
At the end of the Common there came a pause, for it was necessary that Sir John Byron should reconnoitre the enclosed ground. Finding that the Parliamentary foot were drawn59 up at the further side of a large field, fenced on all sides by high, quickset hedges, and that the only entrance into this field was far too narrow to allow of the safe passage of the cavalry60, Sir John gave orders that the gap should be widened, and even as he gave the word it was evident that the whole fire of the foot soldiers would be concentrated on this spot directly any should-pass it, for his horse was shot in the throat. Springing to the ground, he called for another, and in that moment Falkland—ever the first to rush upon danger—spurred his horse forward.
There was a happy light in his face, as was always the case in moments of peril25.
Here was the chance he had long looked for! He passed through the gap—one man alone betwixt the two armies; the next instant horse and rider fell riddled61 with bullets.
The narrow entrance had proved for the heart-broken hero the gate of life.
All through the day the battle raged; the Parliamentary troops under Essex and Lord Roberts, with starvation staring them in the face, knew that they must conquer their foes62 or die and leave the city unprotected; the Royalists were determined to block the road to London, cost what it might.
At last darkness made further fighting impossible, and it was evident that the Parliamentary army had gained ground; moreover, the men could starve another day, but the King, whose ammunition63 had failed, was in a worse plight64.
At midnight, Helena, lying sleepless65 in her room at the Rectory, heard the rumbling66 of gun carriages, and the tramp of armed men, and sprang up to hear what had passed. Dr. Twisse could only learn that the King’s troops were falling back on Newbury, and it was not until the next morning that they learnt that the London road was free. Later in the day Mr. Head brought them the news of Lord Falkland’s death.
“His body hath but now been recovered from the field,” he said; “and is to be borne to Oxford and thence to Great Tew. The peace of which he was a passionate67 promoter will be long in dawning for England, but it hath dawned for him.”
Helena’s own grief was too new, however, to endure listening to further details; she stole from the room, and ran for comfort and quiet to the stables, where in Harkaway’s stall she could cry unmolested, finding some comfort in leaning her aching head on the neck of the horse which Gabriel had ridden when he had gallantly tried to rescue her father.
It seemed to her that all the great and good were dying; her own father, Hampden the patriot68, Lord Brooke and a host of others within the last few months—and now the noble-hearted Falkland, with whom only the day before she had received the sacrament. Who in that generation would rise to fill the terrible gaps which this great struggle betwixt opposing principles had caused?
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