The pangs1 of transformation3,
Not painlessly doth God re-cast
And mould anew the nation.
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Where wrongs expire;
Nor spares the hand
That from the land
Uproots4 the ancient evil.
—Whittier.
On returning to Ledbury, Gabriel seized the opportunity of writing to his father, begging that, if possible, he might see him before he left the neighbourhood; and by the time he had found a messenger to despatch6 to Hereford, Massey had returned from reconnoitring the surrounding country. The Governor of Gloucester was in excellent spirits, for he had reason to believe that Prince Rupert, having learnt of his arrival at Ledbury, had halted in his march to join the King, and would probably return and give him battle.
“I only wish it were possible to fortify7 this town,” he remarked as he and his officers supped at the ‘Feathers,’ “but it is out of the question.”
“Do you think we shall have a night attack, sir?” asked Gabriel.
“’Tis possible, for Prince Rupert ever loves that device. Yet he could scarce be here to-night. Some of the men had best, however, bivouac in the High Street: your detachment has had light work to-day, Captain Harford, and shall be told off for this under Captain Bayly; I may need you anon for the work of which we spoke9.”
“In truth the men have had lighter10 work than we thought for, sir,” said Gabriel, “for the desire to pull down Bosbury Cross seemed to be only on the part of that fanatic11 Waghorn, and the Vicar pleaded for it with such excellent good arguments that, under certain conditions, I gave leave that it should be spared. I think, had you been there you would have done the same, sir, and I trust you don’t disapprove12 of what I did.”
Massey laughed good-humouredly. “If you choose to incur13 the wrath14 of that mad fellow ’tis no affair of mine,” he said. “And now I think of it, the Vicar of Bosbury was a sensible and kindly15 man.”
“Ay, and hospitable,” said Captain Bayly. “He gave us a good supper when we halted last winter at Bosbury. There was a pretty niece, too, I remember.”
This remark brought upon Gabriel much laughter and raillery, which he took in good part.
“Were you not there with one of the Hoptons?” he asked.
“Ay, to be sure, the younger one, that tried to defend Castle, Ditch near Eastnor. He was worsted, and thrown into gaol16 at Hereford, but managed to escape by leaping a wall, and rejoined us at Gloucester. I don’t know where he is serving now.”
Supper being ended Massey retired18 to finish his despatches, and Gabriel had orders to supervise the barricading19 of the streets with carts, which kept the men hard at work throughout the evening.
The moon had risen, and the picturesque20 High Street with its gabled black and white houses would have looked like a place in fairyland had it not been for the grim preparations for defence and for the busy soldiers moving to and fro, some carrying torches which threw a fitful glare over the scene and made the bright helmets and gorgets glitter. Everyone was far too hard at work to notice the silent spectator who, wrapped in a long cloak and a hood5 of the sort much worn by aged17 men, noiselessly shadowed Captain Harford wherever he went.
Waghorn’s hatred21 only increased when he saw how remarkably22 active in the cause Gabriel could be, how swiftly the orders he shouted were carried out, and what an excellent officer he made. It was impossible to conceive one more in touch with his men, and the fanatic gnashed his teeth when he reflected that one authoritative23 word from this young fellow of two or three and twenty would have been sufficient to level the cross with the ground.
By the time all was in readiness it was growing late, and Gabriel and his successor, Captain Bayly, walked down the High Street to the “Feathers,” at the door of which Massey lounged smoking his pipe.
“Bid them sound the bugle24 for the evening psalm25,” he said, as the two officers joined him. “The men had best sleep while they may.”
As the bugle rang through the little town and the men assembled in front of the market-house, Waghorn, stepping forward like a bent26 and aged man, stealthily approached Gabriel.
“Now will this sparer of crosses join in a psalm with the godly,” he reflected, wrathfully. “Let his days be few! Even in the midst of his sin shall he be stricken!”
Little dreaming that one of his worst foes27 stood close behind him, Gabriel joined with rather a heavy heart in the psalm which seemed to haunt him at every crisis in his life. Standing28 now in the street at Ledbury with the manly29 voices of the soldiers ringing out into the night, he remembered how the same words
In trouble and adversity
The Lord God hear thee still
had strengthened him as he stood waiting for the first attack at Edgehill; how in the Cathedral long ago with his eyes on Hilary’s pale face, the same words had fallen on his ears, and how in the porch at Bosbury the psalm had on this very day been to them a bond of union. No thought of personal danger came to him now, though Waghorn’s cloak brushed his sleeve. It was of Hilary he thought, and of the peril30 that threatened her.
At the close of the psalm the bugle sounded the “Last post,” and such of the men as had quarters marched off; those who were to bivouac in the street scattering31 into groups about the market-house, and a detachment moving torch in hand to the upper end of the town where four ways met.
Massey invited Gabriel and Captain Bayly to have a cup of mulled claret with him at the “Feathers.”
“Well, sir, if you will pardon me,” said Gabriel, who longed to be alone, “I will ask to be excused. Truth to tell, I am dog-tired, and would fain sleep.”
Massey slapped him on the shoulder with a laugh.
“Art sick, or in love? Eh? Beshrew me, but I believe you did leave your heart at Bosbury to-day. I’ll be with you anon, Bayly.”
Then, drawing Gabriel aside, he moved with him to the further end of the market-house just at the corner of the narrow alley32 which led steeply up to the church. Against the pale moonlit sky they could see the dark outline of the spire33 betwixt the gables of the houses.
“I have written both despatches,” he said, in a low voice, “and as we can’t tell what the next four-and-twenty hours will bring forth34 I will give them now into your keeping, yet do not start until you can bear tidings of Prince Rupert’s doings.”
“I may take part in the battle, sir?” asked Gabriel.
“Yes, if you are minded to volunteer. I will give you word when you had best go. And remember this: a despatch-bearer needs something more than mere35 courage. He needs dexterity36, diplomacy37 and caution. If I cannot get speech with you, and the fighting goes against us, lose no time in escaping and make whatever circuit you deem best to reach Windsor in safety. I’ faith, I think we have no eyes upon us now in the dark alley, and at the ‘Feathers’ we are over-tightly packed for privacy. Stow these safely away, and give the Commander-in-Chief all the details I am unable to set down. But at all costs see that both despatches are delivered. More hangs on it than you wot of.”
Under the shelter of their military cloaks the transfer of the despatches was easily effected, and Gabriel thrust them into the inner pocket of his coat.
“I will guard them with my life, sir,” he said, in a low voice. “And I thank you for trusting me with the work.”
Massey laughed.
“Small matter for thanks! ’Tis ever a risky38 and troublesome business. Well, good-night to you, Captain. May your affair of love prosper39!”
“Good-night, sir,” said Gabriel, forcing a laugh, as he paced slowly up the narrow alley.
Alas40! was it not a very one-sided affair of love? he thought to himself, with a sigh. If for a moment he ventured to hope that Hilary still cared for him, the next he remembered with a pang2 the way in which she had permitted Norton to dangle41 about her. He wondered, uneasily, what the Vicar could be dreaming of to allow it. Dr. Coke had seemed a shrewd as well as a generous man, yet had evidently no notion that the Governor of Canon Frome was playing the mischief42 in his very household. And then he remembered how plausible43 and fascinating Norton could be, recollected44, too, that strange glimpse of a noble nature which he had now and then seen in him, and realised that very probably the Vicar and Hilary only knew the Colonel at his very best.
A storm of despair swept over him as more and more plainly he saw the great danger which threatened her.
“’Tis enough to madden a man!” he said to himself, writhing45 at the sense of his powerlessness to help. “It may be months or years ere I see her again, while all the time Norton can prowl round in his devilish fashion! Yet, if I rave46 like this, I shall lose all control over myself. After all, she gave me her promise to speak—I know she will keep her promise.”
The thought calmed him, and, pausing at the head of the alley, he stood for a minute praying silently in his usual brief, formless, but thoroughly47 heartfelt way, “God of Justice! grant her Thy help and guidance, and keep us from all evil this night.”
The wind blew softly down the narrow alley, the dark spire pointed48 silently towards heaven, and in the stillness the soul of the Puritan grew once more strong and undaunted.
As he paced back again to the High street he did not notice the dark figure standing in the shade of a doorway49, but in the manner of one well used to bivouacking for the night he laid his sword on the ground, put his helmet and gorget in place of a pillow, and, with his military cloak wrapped about him, was soon sleeping soundly in one of the shallow recesses50 betwixt the wooden posts on which the market-house was raised.
At some little distance a sentry51 paced to and fro; Waghorn, watching his movements with a keen and wary52 eye, waited patiently in his sheltered nook until he was assured that all the soldiers slept. Then seizing his opportunity as the sentry marched back to the farthest point of his beat, he glided53 noiselessly out of the shadow, heartening himself with fierce inward ejaculations.
“Let destruction come upon him at unawares! I dread54 that sentinel. But courage! I will remember Jael, the wife of Heber, the Kenite, and my part is not to slay55, merely to filch56!”
Crouching57 down beside Gabriel he saw that he slept profoundly. In the cold clear moonlight it was easy to trace marks of care and suffering in the face, and, as the fanatic stealthily unbuttoned the coat, he reflected with grim satisfaction that worse would be in store for the sleeper58 when he woke.
Just then, to his dismay, he heard the footsteps of the sentry drawing steadily59 nearer, and hastily stretching himself out beside his victim he lay motionless until the danger was past and the footsteps were once more retreating.
Then in trembling haste he partly raised himself, thrust his hand with the control and caution that he had acquired in his wood-carving within the pocket of the buff coat, and had actually got hold of the despatches when the barking of a dog in a neighbouring house roused Gabriel.
“Hullo!” he cried, sitting up and gripping Waghorn by the arm. “What are you about, fellow?”
Waghorn in vain tried to escape; he was held as in a vice8. Fortunately for him his face was in shadow, and he was completely disguised by his cloak and hood. With ready tact61 he began to whimper and moan like one half-witted.
“’Tis naught62 but daft Lubin, sir; naught but daft Lubin,” he pleaded.
“Daft Lubin, indeed!” said Gabriel, impatiently. “I should think you were daft to wake up a tired man in the dead of night. Ho! sentry! call the guard and let this crazy fellow be taken up, or he’ll be disturbing the men again.”
Waghorn whimpering, struggling and protesting all the way up the street that he was “naught but daft Lubin,” was remorselessly hurried away by the guard.
Yawning and shivering with the discomfort63 of one roused in his first sleep, Gabriel stretched his stiff limbs.
“What was the row?” muttered Captain Bayly, drowsily64.
“Naught but an old half-witted beggar,” said Gabriel. Then suddenly noticing that his coat was unbuttoned, he felt in consternation65 for the packet, and gave an ejaculation of relief on finding the despatches safe.
“The night grows cold,” said the other, wrapping his cloak more closely about him.
“’Tis naught to some of the nights we had in Waller’s time,” said Gabriel. “He took no heed66 of frost or damp, though now and again he was sorry for the horses.”
With another prolonged yawn he stretched himself out face downwards67, and was soon once more wrapped in profound sleep.
Towards morning he had a curiously68 vivid dream. He thought he was swimming across a blood-red lake, and he knew that he bore despatches which should warn Cromwell of a dastardly attempt about to be made on his life. He had nearly gained the shore when the dark hull60 of a boat loomed69 into sight, and Norton leaned over the bows with a mocking smile on his lips and dealt him a blow which sent him down—gaspingly down—through the red depths. Yet he rose again to the surface, and flung the despatches with a last dying effort to the shore; and when for the second time he rose, the packet was being lifted from the ground by his father. Then he finally sank and was vainly fighting for breath when a bugle sounded “To arms!”
He sprang up instantly on the alert; the red light heralding70 the sunrise suffused71 Ledbury, drums beat the alarm, the guard shouted, “To arms! to arms!” and Massey’s soldiers came pouring out of their night quarters in every direction. In two minutes Gabriel was in the stable saddling Harkaway with his own hands, and learning with a thrill of excitement that Prince Rupert, by a forced march through the night, was now close to the town, and was resolved to give them battle.
Colonel Massey, in excellent spirits, came riding out of the courtyard of the “Feathers,” and rapidly gave directions to his officers. To Captain Bayly fell the work of defending the market-house and the entrance to Church-alley, and soon from the upper end of the town came sounds of incessant72 firing, and the hoarse73 cry of the contending watchwords, “St. George!” and “Queen Mary!” from the Royalists, and “God with us!” from the Parliament soldiers. The chief barricade74 higher up the street kept the Prince’s troops at bay for some time, but in the meanwhile an attempt was made by a detachment of the Royalists to enter the town by Church-alley at right angles with the High Street, and some sharp skirmishing took place there, in which Gabriel bore a part.
Scarcely had they beaten back the attack from this quarter when shouts and uproar75 warned them that the main barricade had been broken down after a resistance of about half-an-hour. This opened the High Street for the Prince’s horse to charge, and though Massey made a gallant76 counter-charge and his men fought bravely, they were borne down. Rallying for a time by the market-house, he endeavoured to protect the retreat of his foot, and signing to Gabriel to approach, spoke a few hurried words to him.
“Seize your chance now,” he said, “and ride off. With a circuit you should be able to bear them safely. We shall charge again and fall back in good order on Gloucester.”
Without further delay he urged his men forward against the approaching Royalists. And Gabriel obediently, but with not unnatural77 reluctance78, turned Harkaway’s head in the opposite direction, and was about to ride from the town when a loud outcry made him glance to the right.
Down Church-alley rode once more a detachment of Prince Rupert’s men, and he saw the figure of “daft Lubin” wildly accosting79 the leader, and heard him shout the words: “Fire on yon officer! He bears despatches! Fire in the King’s name!”
Urging on Harkaway, Gabriel rode like the wind. A sudden crash and a numbness80 which made the reins81 fall from his left hand and his arm drop powerless at his side warned him that a ball had struck him; for a moment his eyesight threatened to fail him, but with an effort he recovered himself, gathered up the reins in his right hand and set spurs to his horse.
Waghorn at the corner of the alley stood staring after him in blank astonishment82.
“Curse him! how can he ride after that?” he exclaimed. “Ha! he reels in the saddle! Fire again, men! fire again! Now he clings to the horse’s neck—he must fall—he is ours! he is ours! Evil shall hunt the wicked person to overthrow83 him!”
At that instant one of the Prince’s troopers, finding his way blocked by the fanatic, pushed roughly past.
“Out of the way, you prating84 Puritan!” he cried, “or I’ll dash your brains out!” And with that he dealt Waghorn a blow on the head which left him groaning85 on the ground.
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uproots
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