He was roused from his dream by a company of Roundhead soldiery that blocked the way, twenty paces or so ahead. It did not occur to him—his wits were country-reared as yet—that they need not know for which side he rode, or that he was the bearer of a message. Moreover, there was adventure to his hand. He put spurs to his horse, lifted his pike, and rode in among them. The big-hearted simplicity4 of his attack bewildered the enemy for a moment; then they closed round him, plucked him from the saddle, and held him, a man gripping him on either side, while Ebenezer Drinkwater, their leader, looked him up and down.
"So you're for the King?" said Drinkwater.
"I have that privilege."
"Ay, you've the look of it, with your easy laugh and your big air. Have you never heard of the Latter Judgment5, and what happens to the proud folk?"
"I've heard much of you canting cropheads," said Christopher suavely6. This was not the adventure he had hoped to meet, but he accepted it blithely7, as he would have met a stiff fence fronting him in the middle of a fox-hunt.
"You're carrying a message to Ripley Castle?"
"I am."
Drinkwater, a hard man, empty of imagination, could make nothing of this youngster who seemed to have no thought for his life. He ordered one of his men to search the prisoner. Boots and pockets, shirt and the inner lining8 of his coat were ransacked9. And Christopher felt no humiliation10, because laughter was bubbling at his heart.
"Well?" asked the prisoner.
Drinkwater, dour11, persistent12, believing what his arid13 experience had taught him—that each man had his price—found a rough sort of diplomacy14. "You can go safe if you tell us where the message is."
"I never cared too much for safety," said Kit15, with great cheeriness. "Offer another bribe16, good crophead."
Ebenezer, fond of food and good liquor, fell into the usual snare17, and measured all men's appetites by his own. "You look starved and empty. A good supper, say, and a creaming mug of ale to top it?"
Drinkwater laughed, without merriment, as he bade one of his men go to the tavern20 and bring a measure of home-brewed. It was brought to Christopher, and the smell of it was good as he blew the froth away.
Between the cup and the drinking he halted. "Let us understand the bargain. I drink this ale—I'm thirsty, I admit—and in return I tell you where I hide the message."
"That is the bargain," assented21 Drinkwater. "I always knew every man was to be bought, but your price is the cheapest I've heard tell of."
Kit lingered over the draught. "It is good ale," he said. "Send for another measure."
"Well, it's not in the bond, but you can have it. Now, youngster," went on Drinkwater, after the second measure had been despatched, "where's that message of yours?"
"In my head, sir," said Kit, with a careless nod. "Safe behind wooden walls, as my father put it when he bade me learn it all by rote22."
"No jesting," snapped Drinkwater, nettled23 by a guarded laugh from one of his own men. "The bargain was that you told us the message."
"That I told you where it lay—no more, no less. I have told you, and paid for that good ale of yours."
Drinkwater was no fool. He saw himself outwitted and wasted no regrets. After all, he had the better of the jest.
"Tie him by the legs and arms," he said dourly24, "and set him on the bench here till we're ready to start. There are more ways than one of sobering a King's man."
Christopher did not like the feel of the rope about his limbs, nor did he relish25 the attentions of stray village-folk who came and jeered26 at him after his captors had gone in to supper. One can despise louts, but still feel the wasp-sting of their gibes28.
Into the middle of it all came two horsewomen; and to Kit, seeing the well-known horses, it was as if a breath of Yoredale and the spring came to him. He knew the old men, too, who guarded the horse-women, front and rear. Under his gladness went an uneasy feeling that yesterday's hard riding and hard lighting29, or Drinkwater's ale, or both, had rendered him light-headed. It was not possible that she could be here in Ripley.
Joan Grant was tired of the uneventful journey, tired of her maid Pansy, whose tongue ran like a brook30. "This should be Ripley, at long-last," she said fretfully. "Tell me, girl, am I grey-headed yet? It seems a lifetime since the morning."
Pansy, looking through the right-hand window of the coach, saw a tavern-front, its windows soft with candle-light. On the bench in front of it, lit by the ruddy gloaming, was a man bound with ropes, a man who threw gibe27 for gibe at a company of Ripley's cowards who baited him.
"He carries no knight's air just now," said Pansy, with a bubble of laughter; "but it was not for naught31 I found that stirrup-iron at the gate this morning."
Joan Grant looked, and, seeing Kit there, friendless and courageous32, she felt a quickening of the wayward thing she called her heart. She got down from the carriage, and stepped to the bench that stood under the inn wall; then, seeing the welcome in Kit's eyes—a welcome near to adoration—she withdrew a little.
And something stirred in Christopher—a new fire, a rebellion against the glamour34 that had put his manhood into leading-strings.
"If this comes, or worse, I'm glad to ride for the King," he said.
"If I loosed your hands and bade you take a seat in my coach——"
"I should not take it; there is other work to do."
Joan, under the smart of the rebuff, was pleased with this man of hers. Something had happened to him since yesterday. He was no longer the uncouth35 boy, thinking he could have the moon by asking for it.
"You're rough and uncivil, sir."
"I am. These lambs of the Parliament are teaching me new manners."
She bowed carelessly, drew her skirts away from the litter of the roadway, and went perhaps ten paces toward her carriage. Then she turned. "I can be of no service to you, then?" she asked coldly.
His face grew eager, but not with the eagerness that had pleased and affronted36 her just now; and he tried to beckon37 her nearer, forgetting that his hands were tied. She guessed his meaning, and came to his side again; and this time she began cutting at his bonds with a knife borrowed from her coachman; but the villagers intervened, saying they dared not be party to the venture.
"Yes, you can be of service," he whispered, when the onlookers38 had given back again, leaving them to what they fancied was a lovers' leave-taking. "Lady Ingilby lives close by—it will scarcely be out of your way to take a message to her."
"So little out of the way that we are bound for the Castle, my maid and I, at the end of a fatiguing39 journey. If this is civil war, I'd as lief have peace. There were no adventures on the road."
Kit could not understand her gusty40 mood—for that matter, she could not understand herself—but he was not concerned with whimsies42. Folk were dependent on him, and he was answerable for their safety. He recalled that she was kin3 to the folk at Ripley Castle, and accepted this surprising fortune.
"Listen, and remember," he said sharply. "These lambs may quit their supper any moment and disturb us. Tell Lady Ingilby that we caught a messenger on his way from Skipton. His letter was to the Roundheads here in Ripley. 'That termagant, Lady Ingilby, is making her house a meeting-place for Cavaliers'—have you that by heart?"
"Oh, yes," assented Joan, laughing at herself because he was not the suitor now, but the lord paramount43, who must be obeyed. "Proceed, Captain Metcalf—or have they made you colonel since yesterday? Promotion44 comes so quickly in time of war."
He repeated the rest of the message, and made sure that she had it by heart. "My folk are up the moor47," he finished. "They're waiting near the High Cross till they hear what Lady Ingilby asks of them."
Joan Grant again, for no reason that she understood, grew lenient48 with this man's bluntness, his disregard of the glamour she had been able once to weave about him as a spider spins its threads.
"Your folk are as near as High Cross, and you ask no more of me?"
"What is there to ask, except that you get into your carriage and find Lady Ingilby? My work's done, now that I have a messenger."
She looked him in the face. In all her life of coquetry and whims41, Miss Grant had never stood so close to the reality that is beauty. She smiled gravely, turned without a word, and got into her carriage.
"Pansy," she said, as they were covering the short journey to the Castle, "I have met a man to-day."
"He was tied by ropes, and I think he was in pain, his face was so grey and drawn50. It did not seem to matter. He had all his folk at call, and would not summon them, except for Lady Ingilby's needs. He forgot his own."
"Knighthood," said Pansy, in her practical, quiet voice. "He always had the way of it."
So Miss Grant boxed her on the ears for her pains. "Small use in that, girl, if he dies in the middle of the business."
She stopped the carriage, summoned old Ben Waddilove, who rode in front to guard her journey. "Ben, do you know the High Cross on the moor?" she asked.
"I should do, Miss Joan, seeing I was reared i' this country before I went to Nappa."
"Then ride for it. You'll find Squire51 Metcalf and his men there. Tell him that his son is sitting on a bench at Ripley, tied hand and foot."
After the loiterers of the village had watched Miss Grant's carriage out of sight, they turned again to baiting Christopher, until this diversion was interrupted by Drinkwater coming with his men from supper in the tavern. Whether the man's digestion52 was wrong, or his heart out of place, only a physician could have told; but it happened always that a full meal brought out his worst qualities.
"Tired of sitting on a bench, lad?" he asked, with what to him was pleasantry.
"No," said Kit, "I'm glad to have a bench under me, after the riding I've done lately. A bench sits quiet—not like a lolopping horse that shakes your bones at every stride."
"About this message that you carry in your head? Would a full meal bribe you?"
"The message has gone to Lady Ingilby, as it happens. There's consolation53, Puritan, in having the last laugh."
For a moment it seemed that Drinkwater would strike him on the mouth, but he conquered that impulse.
"So the message was to Lady Ingilby?" he said. "I guessed as much."
Kit reddened. To salve his vanity, under the humiliation he was suffering, he had blurted54 out a name that should have been kept secret. What would the old Squire say of such imprudence?
"You're a lad at the game o' war," went on Drinkwater. "The last laugh is with us, I reckon. We shall keep a stricter watch than ever on the Castle."
Remembering the burden of the message, Kit was more keenly aware that he had blundered. "Perhaps I lied," he suggested.
"Most men do, but not you, I fancy. You've a babe's sort of innocence55 about you. Now, listen to me. You can go free if you repeat that message."
"I stay bound," said Kit impassively.
A butcher in the crowd pressed forward. "He sent it on by a slip of ladydom—a King Charles sort o' lass, every inch of her, all pricked56 out with airs and graces. The lad seemed fair daft about her, judging by his looks."
"Thanks, friend," said Drinkwater grimly. "See you, lad, you can go free to kiss her at the gate to-night, if you'll tell us what Lady Ingilby knows by now."
Kit was young to the pillory57, young to his fine regard for Joan Grant. An intolerable pain took hold of him as he heard her name bandied between Drinkwater and the rabble58. "You lout," he said, and that was all. But the quietness of his loathing59 pierced even Drinkwater's thick hide.
Joan meanwhile had got to the Castle and had been welcomed by her aunt with something near to effusiveness60.
"I've been so lonely, child," Lady Ingilby explained. "If one doesn't happen to care for one's husband, it is fitting he should go to the wars; but if one does—ah, if one cares!"
A little later Joan explained that she had met a mad neighbour of hers sitting on a bench in front of the Ripley inn. The man had showed no care at all for his own safety, but had been zealous61 that she should carry a message for him.
Lady Ingilby's face grew harder as she listened to the message, but still her unconquerable humour stayed with her. "So they know me as 'that termagant.' Good! I'm making this house a training-school for Cavaliers. I stay at home while my husband rides for the King; but I, too, am riding. Joan, the suspense62 would kill me if I had no work to do. Sometimes he sends word that he is hale and busy down in Oxfordshire, and always he calls me sweetheart once or twice in these ill-written, hasty letters. At my age, child, to be sweetheart to any man!"
Something of the spoiled days slipped away from Joan as she breathed this ampler air. The aunt who had been a little cold, austere63, in bygone years was showing her true self.
"What of your mad neighbour?" asked Lady Ingilby, repenting64 of her softer mood. "You did not leave him on the bench, surely, tied hand and foot? You cut the ropes?"
"The villagers would not allow it—and, indeed, why should I regret? He was rough with me—cold and uncivil."
"There, child! Never wave the red flag in your cheeks. Folk see it, like a beacon65 fire. You're in love with the madman. No denial, by your leave. I'm old and you are young, and I know my world."
"He is uncouth and rude. I hate him, aunt."
"That proves it to the hilt. I'll send out a rescue-party. Men who have no care for their own lives are precious these days."
"You have no need," said Miss Grant. "I forgave him for his roughness."
"So!" laughed Lady Ingilby. "How fierce your loathing burns, you babe just come from the nursery!"
On the moor guarded by the High Cross the Squire of Nappa was pacing lip and down, halting now and then to watch his kinsfolk as they slept beside their horses. He envied them their slumber68, would have been glad to share it after the turmoil69 of the last two days, but, under all casual temptation to lie down and sleep, he knew that he was glad to be awake—awake, with the free sky overhead and the knowledge that so many Metcalfs needed him.
"We ought to do well for the King," was his constant thought. "If we fail, 'twill not be for lack of wakefulness on my part."
As dusk went down the hill, and on the edge of dark a big moon strode above the moor's rim19, he heard the faint sound of hoofs70. None but ears sharpened by a country life could have caught the sound; but the Squire was already handling his pike. As the rider drew nearer, his big horse scattering71 stones from the steep drift of shale72, Metcalf gripped the shaft73 of his weapon and swung it gently to and fro.
"Who goes there?" roared the Squire, lifting his pike.
It was a quavering voice that answered. "Be ye going to fight Ben Waddilove? I'm old and home-weary, and we were lads together."
The Squire's laugh should have roused his company. "Why, Ben, I came near to braining you! What brings you here so far from Nappa?"
"Oh, Miss Joan! She's full of delicate, queer whimsies. Told me, she did, I had to ride up the moor, as if my knees were not raw already! Said li'le Christopher, your son, was sitting on a bench in Ripley, tied hand and foot by Roundhead folk. So he is. I saw him there myself."
Without pause or hesitation75, the Squire turned to his sleeping kinsfolk. Some he shook out of slumber, and kicked others to attention. "We're for Ripley, lads!" was all his explanation.
With astonishing speed they unpicketed their horses and got to saddle. The discipline of farm and field, out yonder at Nappa, had not gone for naught. They knew this rough-tongued Squire who meant to be obeyed.
Ben Waddilove tried to keep pace with them as they skeltered down the moor, but gave it up at last. "Nay," he muttered, "I'm not so young as I was. I'll just be in at the death, a bit later on."
Drinkwater and his lambs were tiring of their prisoner, who would not speak, would not budge76 or accept a price for liberty, when a trumpet77 call rang down the village street.
When all was done, and Kit's hands loosened, the lad knew his weakness and the galling79 pains about his limbs. He lifted his head with the last rally of his strength.
"Sir, where is Drinkwater?" he asked his father.
"Dead, my lad. He ran against my pike."
"That's a pity. I wanted you to—to tell him, sir, that I had the last laugh, after all."
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