Speak not to me of countesses and of ceremonies, said Bridgenorth; grief and anger leave me no leisure for idle observances to humour the vanity of overgrown children. O Christian worthy, well worthy, of the name thou didst bear! My friend my brother the brother of my blessed Alice the only friend of my desolate estate! art thou then cruelly murdered by a female fury, who, but for thee, had deservedly paid with her own blood that of Gods saints, which she, as well as her tyrant husband, had spilled like water! Yes, cruel murderess! he continued, addressing the Countess, he whom thou hast butchered in thy insane vengeance, sacrificed for many a year the dictates of his own conscience to the interest of thy family, and did not desert it till thy frantic zeal for royalty had well-nigh brought to utter perdition the little community in which he was born. Even in confining thee, he acted but as the friends of the madman, who bind him with iron for his own preservation; and for thee, as I can bear witness, he was the only barrier between thee and the wrath of the Commons of England; and but for his earnest remonstrances, thou hadst suffered the penalty of thy malignancy, even like the wicked wife of Ahab.
Master Bridgenorth, said the Lady Peveril, I will allow for your impatience upon hearing these unpleasing tidings; but there is neither use nor propriety in farther urging this question. If in your grief you forget other restraints, I pray you to remember that the Countess is my guest and kinswoman, and is under such protection as I can afford her. I beseech you, in simple courtesy, to withdraw, as what must needs be the best and most becoming course in these trying circumstances.
Nay, let him remain, said the Countess, regarding him with composure, not unmingled with triumph; I would not have it otherwise; I would not that my revenge should be summed up in the stinted gratification which Christians death hath afforded. This mans rude and clamorous grief only proves that the retribution I have dealt has been more widely felt than by the wretched sufferer himself. I would I knew that it had but made sore as many rebel hearts, as there were loyal breasts afflicted by the death of my princely Derby!
So please you, madam, said Lady Peveril, since Master Bridgenorth hath not the manners to leave us upon my request, we will, if your ladyship lists, leave him, and retire to my apartment. Farewell, Master Bridgenorth; we will meet hereafter on better terms.
Pardon me, madam, said the Major, who had been striding hastily through the room, but now stood fast, and drew himself up, as one who has taken a resolution; to yourself I have nothing to say but what is respectful; but to this woman I must speak as a magistrate. She has confessed a murder in my presence the murder too of my brother-in-law as a man, and as a magistrate, I cannot permit her to pass from hence, excepting under such custody as may prevent her farther flight. She has already confessed that she is a fugitive, and in search of a place of concealment, until she should be able to escape into foreign parts. Charlotte, Countess of Derby, I attach thee of the crime of which thou hast but now made thy boast.
I shall not obey your arrest, said the Countess composedly; I was born to give, but not to receive such orders. What have your English laws to do with my acts of justice and of government, within my sons hereditary kingdom? Am I not Queen in Man, as well as Countess of Derby? A feudatory Sovereign indeed; but yet independent so long as my dues of homage are duly discharged. What right can you assert over me?
That given by the precepts of Scripture, answered Bridgenorth Whoso spilleth mans blood, by man shall his blood be spilled. Think not the barbarous privileges of ancient feudal customs will avail to screen you from the punishment due for an Englishman murdered upon pretexts inconsistent with the act of indemnity.
Master Bridgenorth, said the Lady Peveril, if by fair terms you desist not from your present purpose, I tell you that I neither dare, nor will, permit any violence against this honourable lady within the walls of my husbands castle.
You will find yourself unable to prevent me from executing my duty, madam, said Bridgenorth, whose native obstinacy now came in aid of his grief and desire of revenge; I am a magistrate, and act by authority.
I know not that, said Lady Peveril. That you were a magistrate, Master Bridgenorth, under the late usurping powers, I know well; but till I hear of your having a commission in the name of the King, I now hesitate to obey you as such.
I shall stand on small ceremony, said Bridgenorth. Were I no magistrate, every man has title to arrest for murder against the terms of the indemnities held out by the Kings proclamations, and I will make my point good.
What indemnities? What proclamations? said the Countess of Derby indignantly. Charles Stuart may, if he pleases (and it doth seem to please him), consort with those whose hands have been red with the blood, and blackened with the plunder, of his father and of his loyal subjects. He may forgive them if he will, and count their deeds good service. What has that to do with this Christians offence against me and mine? Born a Mankesman bred and nursed in the island he broke the laws under which he lived, and died for the breach of them, after the fair trial which they allowed. Methinks, Margaret, we have enough of this peevish and foolish magistrate I attend you to your apartment.
Major Bridgenorth placed himself betwixt them and the door, in a manner which showed him determined to interrupt their passage; when the Lady Peveril, who thought she already showed more deference to him in this matter than her husband was likely to approve of, raised her voice, and called loudly on her steward, Whitaker. That alert person, who had heard high talking, and a female voice with which he was unacquainted, had remained for several minutes stationed in the anteroom, much afflicted with the anxiety of his own curiosity. Of course he entered in an instant.
Let three of the men instantly take arms, said the lady; bring them into the anteroom, and wait my farther orders.
CHAPTER VI
You shall have no worse prison than my chamber,
Nor jailer than myself.
The command which Lady Peveril laid on her domestics to arm themselves, was so unlike the usual gentle acquiescence of her manners, that Major Bridgenorth was astonished. How mean you, madam? said he; I thought myself under a friendly roof.
And you are so, Master Bridgenorth, said the Lady Peveril, without departing from the natural calmness of her voice and manner; but it is a roof which must not be violated by the outrage of one friend against another.
It is well, madam, said Bridgenorth, turning to the door of the apartment. The worthy Master Solsgrace has already foretold, that the time was returned when high houses and proud names should be once more an excuse for the crimes of those who inhabit the one and bear the other. I believed him not, but now see he is wiser than I. Yet think not I will endure this tamely. The blood of my brother of the friend of my bosom shall not long call from the altar, How long, O Lord, how long! If there is one spark of justice left in this unhappy England, that proud woman and I shall meet where she can have no partial friend to protect her.
So saying, he was about to leave the apartment, when Lady Peveril said, You depart not from this place, Master Bridgenorth, unless you give me your word to renounce all purpose against the noble Countesss liberty upon the present occasion.
I would sooner, answered he, subscribe to my own dishonour, madam, written down in express words, than to any such composition. If any man offers to interrupt me, his blood be on his own head! As Major Bridgenorth spoke, Whitaker threw open the door, and showed that, with the alertness of an old soldier, who was not displeased to see things tend once more towards a state of warfare, he had got with him four stout fellows in the Knight of the Peaks livery, well armed with swords and carabines, buff-coats, and pistols at their girdles.
I will see, said Major Bridgenorth, if any of these men be so desperate as to stop me, a freeborn Englishman, and a magistrate in the discharge of my duty.
So saying, he advanced upon Whitaker and his armed assistants, with his hand on the hilt of his sword.
Do not be so desperate, Master Bridgenorth, exclaimed Lady Peveril; and added, in the same moment, Lay hold upon, and disarm him, Whitaker; but do him no injury.
Her commands were obeyed. Bridgenorth, though a man of moral resolution, was not one of those who undertook to cope in person with odds of a description so formidable. He half drew his sword, and offered such show of resistance as made it necessary to secure him by actual force; but then yielded up his weapon, and declared that, submitting to force which one man was unable to resist, he made those who commanded, and who employed it, responsible for assailing his liberty without a legal warrant.
Never mind a warrant on a pinch, Master Bridgenorth, said old Whitaker; sure enough you have often acted upon a worse yourself. My ladys word is as good as a warrant, sure, as Old Nolls commission; and you bore that many a day, Master Bridgenorth, and, moreover, you laid me in the stocks for drinking the Kings health, Master Bridgenorth, and never cared a farthing about the laws of England.
Hold your saucy tongue, Whitaker, said the Lady Peveril; and do you, Master Bridgenorth, not take it to heart that you are detained prisoner for a few hours, until the Countess of Derby can have nothing to fear from your pursuit. I could easily send an escort with her that might bid defiance to any force you could muster; but I wish, Heaven knows, to bury the remembrance of old civil dissensions, not to awaken new. Once more, will you think better of it assume your sword again, and forget whom you have now seen at Martindale Castle?
Never, said Bridgenorth. The crime of this cruel woman will be the last of human injuries which I can forget. The last thought of earthly kind which will leave me, will be the desire that justice shall be done on her.
If such be your sentiments, said Lady Peveril, though they are more allied to revenge than to justice, I must provide for my friends safety, by putting restraint upon your person. In this room you will be supplied with every necessary of life, and every convenience; and a message shall relieve your domestics of the anxiety which your absence from the Hall is not unlikely to occasion. When a few hours, at most two days, are over, I will myself relieve you from confinement, and demand your pardon for now acting as your obstinacy compels me to do.
The Major made no answer, but that he was in her hands, and must submit to her pleasure; and then turned sullenly to the window, as if desirous to be rid of their presence.
The Countess and the Lady Peveril left the apartment arm in arm; and the lady issued forth her directions to Whitaker concerning the mode in which she was desirous that Bridgenorth should be guarded and treated during his temporary confinement; at the same time explaining to him, that the safety of the Countess of Derby required that he should be closely watched.
In all proposals for the prisoners security, such as the regular relief of guards, and the like, Whitaker joyfully acquiesced, and undertook, body for body, that he should be detained in captivity for the necessary period. But the old steward was not half so docile when it came to be considered how the captives bedding and table should be supplied; and he thought Lady Peveril displayed a very undue degree of attention to her prisoners comforts. I warrant, he said, that the cuckoldly Roundhead ate enough of our fat beef yesterday to serve him for a month; and a little fasting will do his health good. Marry, for drink, he shall have plenty of cold water to cool his hot liver, which I will be bound is still hissing with the strong liquors of yesterday. And as for bedding, there are the fine dry board more wholesome than the wet straw I lay upon when I was in the stocks, I trow.
Whitaker, said the lady peremptorily, I desire you to provide Master Bridgenorths bedding and food in the way I have signified to you; and to behave yourself towards him in all civility.
Lack-a-day! yes, my lady, said Whitaker; you shall have all your directions punctually obeyed; but as an old servant, I cannot but speak my mind.
The ladies retired after this conference with the steward in the antechamber, and were soon seated in another apartment, which was peculiarly dedicated to the use of the mistress of the mansion having, on the one side, access to the family bedroom; and, on the other, to the still-room which communicated with the garden. There was also a small door which, ascending a few steps, led to that balcony, already mentioned, that overhung the kitchen; and the same passage, by a separate door, admitted to the principal gallery in the chapel; so that the spiritual and temporal affairs of the Castle were placed almost at once within the reach of the same regulating and directing eye.3
In the tapestried room, from which issued these various sally-ports, the Countess and Lady Peveril were speedily seated; and the former, smiling upon the latter, said, as she took her hand, Two things have happened to-day, which might have surprised me, if anything ought to surprise me in such times: the first is, that yonder roundheaded fellow should have dared to use such insolence in the house of Peveril of the Peak. If your husband is yet the same honest and downright Cavalier whom I once knew, and had chanced to be at home, he would have thrown the knave out of window. But what I wonder at still more, Margaret, is your generalship. I hardly thought you had courage sufficient to have taken such decided measures, after keeping on terms with the man so long. When he spoke of justices and warrants, you looked so overawed that I thought I felt the clutch of the parish-beadles on my shoulder, to drag me to prison as a vagrant.
We owe Master Bridgenorth some deference, my dearest lady, answered the Lady Peveril; he has served us often and kindly, in these late times; but neither he, nor any one else, shall insult the Countess of Derby in the house of Margaret Stanley.
Thou art become a perfect heroine, Margaret, replied the Countess.
Two sieges, and alarms innumerable, said Lady Peveril, may have taught me presence of mind. My courage is, I believe, as slender as ever.
Presence of mind is courage, answered the Countess. Real valour consists not in being insensible to danger, but in being prompt to confront and disarm it; and we may have present occasion for all that we possess, she added, with some slight emotion, for I hear the trampling of horses steps on the pavement of the court.
In one moment, the boy Julian, breathless with joy, came flying into the room, to say that papa was returned, with Lamington and Sam Brewer; and that he was himself to ride Black Hastings to the stable. In the second the tramp of the honest Knights heavy jack-boots was heard, as, in his haste to see his lady, he ascended the staircase by two steps at a time. He burst into the room; his manly countenance and disordered dress showing marks that he had been riding fast; and without looking to any one else, caught his good lady in his arms, and kissed her a dozen of times. Blushing, and with some difficulty, Lady Peveril extricated herself from Sir Geoffreys arms; and in a voice of bashful and gentle rebuke, bid him, for shame, observe who was in the room.