CHAPTER FIFTY NINE.
BROUGHT HOME A PRISONER.
After the cadgeress had gone out of the room the anxiety of the sisterswas, for a while, of the keenest. The first flush of excitement over,they saw danger in what they had done. Should their messenger bestopped outside, and the note found upon her, there was that in it whichcould not fail to compromise them. Moreover its contents had referenceto an important matter, a design that would be all defeated.
Luckily they had not long to endure suspense. A light tread on thestairs told of Gwenthian returning; and as she appeared in the doorway,kept open for her, the joyous expression on her face betokened asuccessful issue to the affair she had been sent upon.
"Win's got safe away?" was her triumphant announcement, as she trippedlightly into the room.
"Good!" exclaimed both, Sabrina going on to inquire particulars.
"Did they let her pass without any questioning?"
"No, indeed, mistress. The sentries at the back gate--there are two atit--stopped her; and one pulled the bundle off her head. They weregoing to open and examine it, when Captain Trevor came up, and orderedthem to put it back again. Then he passed her through the gate, sayingsomething--like in a friendly way."
"Did you hear what he said?"
"Only to the soldiers; telling them to let the washerwoman alone. ButWin gave them a bit of her tongue too, as if she was real angry?"
"You saw her well away?"
"Yes, mistress; beyond where there were any of the people. She took thepath to the falconer's lodge, where she's to leave the things."
"Why leave them there?"
"Because she don't intend returning to her own cottage. That, she said,would delay her; besides, some of the soldiers might be straying alongthe Ruardean road, and stop her again. She's gone the way through thewoods."
The ladies felt relieved. Win would manage it if woman could; andshould she succeed in reaching Gloucester, they might ere long look forother relief from the dangers that environed them.
But there was something to be done meanwhile; their unwelcome visitorsto be entertained. And how to extend hospitality to such was aperplexing problem. Not only their numbers, but their character made itso. The common soldiers could take care of themselves outside; thesigns and sounds told they were already doing so; but the Princehimself, and the officers in his suite, would have to be treated in adifferent way. Dinner had been spoken of--supper as called then--andthis was the first thing to be thought about.
"Go down again, Gwenth," commanded Sabrina, acting mistress of themansion, "tell the cook to set it upon the table as soon as it isready."
"For how many, my lady?"
"Oh! I can't tell. Let her count for, say a score; and send in all theeatables she can command."
As the maid went kitchenward to deliver the somewhat indefinitedirections, her young mistresses turned to making their toilette atlength and at last. And, perhaps, never was one made more reluctantly,or less elaborately, for a Prince of the blood Royal. Little cared theyhow they might look in his eyes, or any other eyes that were to be uponthem. For their hearts were full of heaviness; oppressed by keenanxiety about their father--still apprehending his return home. Theyknew how much he was compromised with the King's party; had been eversince the rebellion began, and before. For, ere blow had been struck,or sword drawn, had he not resisted the loan by Privy Seal? And hereagain at Hollymead were the two men who had attempted to levy that loanupon him--Colonel Lunsford and Captain Reginald Trevor! They would besatisfied with no money contribution now; but meant making him theirprisoner, with some severe punishment for his "delinquency."
So feared his daughters at that hour; and, as a consequence, had littlecare or thought about anything besides; even of the peril impending overthemselves.
"It's strange, Rej Trevor behaving in such a way to Win," remarked Vaga,as she stood before the mirror adjusting her rebellious tresses. "Hecouldn't help knowing her, as she herself says. Once seen she's not thesort to be easily forgotten. And after that encounter they had on theCat's Hill! Very strange, isn't it?"
"Yes, indeed," assented Sabrina; "I've been wondering at it myself, andat something besides."
"What besides?"
"His behaviour in every way. He seems altogether changed."
"I've had no opportunity of observing it. What makes you think so?"
"While you were apart with the Prince we had some conversation. Hetalks quite differently from his old frivolous way. And no more has hethe swaggering manner which used to be so offensive."
"Then he's not the conceited Cavalier of twelve months ago?"
"Anything but that. Had I not known him in the past I should set himdown for a modest young fellow, of rather melancholy temperament; ormore like one who had some sorrow preying upon him."
"What can it be, I wonder?" She had her conjecture as to what, butforbore declaring it. She had not forgotten--how could she?--hisconfession, made in passionate appeal, at their last interview. Sheknew his indifference at their parting was the purest affectation, andthat the fish he had gone to catch had not been caught.
Recalling that scene, her sister could have answered the question with anear approach to the truth. But she, too, retentive of her realthoughts, but said in careless rejoinder,--
"Oh! I suppose the events of the war, which have had a saddening effecton everybody."
"Not everybody. These self-invited guests of ours are at least anexception. Listen to them!" By this the officers of the Prince'sescort had entered the house; and from their loud talk and laughter wereevidently making themselves at home and free with everything. Theycould be heard issuing commands, and calling out orders to the servants,as though the place were a public inn.
"Like as not," continued Vaga, still incredulous about Reginald Trevor'sconversion, "like as not your `modest young fellow of rather melancholytemperament' is laughing among the loudest of them. I fancy I hear hisvoice."
"No, Vag, I don't think you do. I can't."
"Well, may be not. And it's to be hoped he's sobered, as you say. Heneeded it. Strange if he is though, in the retinue of Prince Rupert,whose precept and example are more likely to have a reverse tendency.Possibly Master Rej is only humble in the presence of the HighMightiness, his master. When the big dog is by, the little one has tobe on its good behaviour."
"I scarce think it's that; and you may be wronging him."
"If I am I shall be glad to know it. But how odd all this?" she added,yielding to a sudden recollection. "Time was when you, Sab, were allthe other way about Rej Trevor; used to caution me against him!"
She had faced towards her sister, and stood with hands full of loosehair that fell as a cataract of molten gold over her ivory shoulders.
"True, I did. And with reasons then. Our father was against him morethan I; which may have influenced me."
"And now?"
"Now I admit never having believed him so very bad--I mean at heart."
"Oh! nobody ever said he had a very bad heart. His head was more blamedfor getting him ill repute."
"His habits rather."
"Say habits, then. But why are you thus defending him?"
"Because of his seeming so friendly to us. All he said to me just now,with his manner, was as one who felt sorry at our being thus intrudedon. He knows it's not agreeable to us--cannot be. And his behaviour toWin--that confirms my belief that he has no hostile feelings to us."
"Don't be so confident till we're sure she's safe off. It may be only atrap to catch us. How know we he hasn't followed to bring her backagain, and so win favour from his princely patron. I wouldn't wonder ifit's something of that kind. For in what other way is his conduct to beaccounted for?"
"Heaven help us if it be that! But I won't--can't believe it."
"Well, we shall soon know, now. If Win get away, I'll think better ofRej Trevor than I've ever done."
"If she do, to-morrow's sun may see s
oldiers here in green uniforms,with red ones as their prisoners, and you and I, sister, will have donesomething for the good cause--for Liberty!"
In her most tranquil mien Sabrina Powell was an imposing personage; butnow, excited to enthusiasm by the word "Liberty" on her lips, and itsinspiration in her heart, with her grand eyes aglow, she looked its veryGoddess.
She had finished her toilette, and stood at the window, a front one,commanding view of the avenue and entrance gate of the park. But notlong was she there before seeing that which brought a black shadow uponher brow, with chill fear into her heart.
"Oh, Vaga?" she called to her sister, still at the mirror, "come hither!See what's down yonder!"
The summons, in tone almost of agony, drew the other instantly to herside, with tresses trailing. To see three horsemen, who had just passedthrough the gate, and were coming on for the house. They rode abreast;he in the middle being in sombre civilian garb, the two who flanked himwearing the scarlet uniform of the soldiers already around the house.
"'Tis Rees!" exclaimed Sabrina, recognising the groom. "They've takenhim prisoner!"
"Indeed, yes; 'tis he. Oh, sister, dear! if father should be cominghome now? I hope he's still in Gloucester!"
Vain hope; almost on the instant to know disappointment. For beforethose already entered were half-way up the long avenue, more red coatswere seen riding through the gate, in their midst a man in dark dress--he, too, evidently conducted as a prisoner. "'Tis father!"