 CHAPTER XX. You have of these peddlers that have more in them than you think, sister. WINTER'S TALE. Act IV. SCENE III. In his anxiety to obey the Earl's repeated charges of secrecy, as well as from his own unsocial and miserly habits, Anthony Foster was more desirous by his mode of housekeeping to escape observation than to resist intrusive curiosity. Thus, instead of a numerous household to secure his charge and defend his house, he studied as much as possible to elude notice by diminishing his attendance, so that unless when there were followers of the Earl or of Varney in the mansion, one old male domestic and two aged crones, who assisted in keeping the Countess's apartments in order, were the only servants of the family. It was one of these old women who opened the door when Wayland knocked and answered his petition to be admitted to exhibit his wares to the ladies of the family, with a volley of vituberation, couched in, what is there called, the Jow-ring dialect. The peddler found the means of checking this vociferation by slipping a silver grote into her hand, and intimating the present of some stuff for a quaff if the lady would buy of his wares. Good idly, for mine is all in litics. Sock it with thy pack and a garn-mon. Her walks in garn. Into the garden she ushered the peddler accordingly, and, pointing to an old, ruinous garden-house, said, Yonderbees her, mon, yonderbees her. She will buy changes, and she looks stuff. She has left me to come off as I may, thought Wayland, as he heard the hag shut the garden-door behind him, but they shall not beat me, and they dare not murder me for so little trespass, and by this fair twilight. Seeing it, I will on. A brave general never thought of his retreat till he was defeated. I see two females in the old garden-house, Yonder, but how to address them? Stay, will Shakespeare, be my friend in need. I will give them a taste of Atollicus. He then sung with a good voice, and, becoming audacity, the popular playhouse did he. On his white, his driven snow, cypress-black as air was crow, gloves as sweet as, Damasque roses, masks for faces, and for noses. What if Fortune sent us here for an unwanted sight, Janet, said the lady? One of those merchants of vanity, called peddlers, answered Janet, demurely, who utters his light wares in lighter measures. I marveled. Old Dorcus let him pass. It is the lucky chance, girl, said the Countess. We lead a heavy life here, and this may well off a weary hour. I, my gracious lady, said Janet, but my father. He's not my father, Janet, nor I hope my master, answered the lady. I say, call the man hither. I want some things. Nay, replied Janet. The relationship has but to say so in the next packet, and if England can furnish them, they will be sent. There will come mischief on't. Pray, dearest lady, let me bid the man be gone. I will have thee bid him come hither, said the Countess, or stay, thou terrified fool. I will bid him myself, and spare thee a triding. Ah, while the day, dearest lady, if that were the worst, said Janet sadly. While the lady called to the peddler. Good fellow, step forward. Undo thy pack, if thou hast good wares. Chance has sent thee hither for my convenience, and thy profit. What may your ladyship please to lack? said Whelan, unstrapping his pack and displaying its contents, with as much dexterity as if he had been bred to the train. Indeed he had occasionally pursued it in the course of his roving life, and now commended his wares with all the volubility of a trader, and showed some skill in the main art of placing prices upon them. What do I please to lack? said the lady, why, considering I have not for six long months bought one yard of lawn, or came-brick, or one trinket, the most inconsiderable for my own use, and at my own choice. The better question is, what has thou got to sell? that cambered partlet and pair of sleeves, and those roundels of gold fringe, drawn out with cypress, and that short cloak of cherry-colored fine cloth, garnished with gold buttons and loops. Is it not of an absolute fancy, Janet? Nay, my lady, replied Janet, if you consult my poor judgment it is, me thinks, overgotty for a graceful habit. Now out upon thy judgment, if it be no brighter wench, said the Countess, thou shalt wear it thyself for penance's sake, and I promise thee the gold buttons, being somewhat massive, will comfort thy father, and reconcile him to the cherry-colored body. See that he snapped them, not away, Janet, and sent them to rare company with the imprisoned angels which he keeps captive in his strong box. May I pray your ladyship to spare my poor father, said Janet. Nay, but why should any one spare him that is so sparing of his own nature? replied the lady. Well, but to our gear, that hen-garnature for myself, and that silver bodkin mounted with pearl, and take off two gowns of that russet cloth for Dorcas and Alice and Janet, to keep the old wretches warm against winter-comes, and stay, as though no perfumes and sweet bags, or any handsome casting-bottles of the newest mode. Were I a peddler and earnest, I were a maid-merchant, thought Wailand, as he busied himself to answer the demands, which she thronged, one on another, with the eagerness of a young lady who has been long secluded from such a pleasing occupation. But how to bring her to a moment's serious reflection? Then as he exhibited his choicest collection of essences and perfumes, he at once arrested her attention by observing that these articles had almost risen to double-value, since the magnificent preparations made by the Earl of Leicester, to entertain the Queen and Court at his princely castle of Kenilworth. Ah! said the Countess hastily. That rumour, then, is true, Janet. Surely, madam, answered Wailand, and I marvel it hath not reached your noble ladyship's ears. The Queen of England feasts with the noble Earl for a week during the summer's progress, and there are many who will tell you England will have a king, and England's Elizabeth, God save her, a husband, ere the progress be over. They lie like villains, said the Countess, bursting forth impatiently. For God's sake, madam, consider, said Janet, trembling with apprehension, who would cumber themselves about peddler's tidings. Yes, Janet, exclaimed the Countess, right. Thou has corrected me justly. Such reports, blinding the reputation of England's brightest and noblest peer, can only find currency amongst the mean, the abject and the infamous. May I perish, lady? said Wailand Smith, observing that her violence directed itself towards him. If I have done anything to merit this strange passion, I have said but what many men say. By this time the Countess had recovered her composure, and endeavored, along by the anxious hints of Janet, to suppress all appearance of displeasure. I were loath, she said, good fellow, that our Queen should change the Virgin's style, so dear to us her people. Think not of it. And then, as if desirous to change the subject, she add in. And what is this paste, so carefully put up in the silver box? As she examined the contents of the casket, in which drugs and perfumes were contained in separate drawers. It is a remedy, madam, for a disorder of which I trust your ladyship will never have reason to complain. The amount of a small turkey-bean, swallowed davely for a week, fortifies the heart against those black vapours which arise from solitude, melancholy, unrequited affection, disappointed hope. Are you a fool, friend? said the Countess sharply, or do you think, because I have good naturely purchased your Trumpery goods at your roguish prices, that you may put any goldery you will on me? Whoever heard that affections of the heart were cured by medicines given to the body? For your honourable favours, said Whelan, I am an honest man, and I have sold many goods at an honest price. As to this most precious medicine, when I told its qualities, I asked you not to purchase it, so why should I lie to you? I say not it will cure a rooted affection of the mind, which only God in time can do, but I say that this restorative relieves the black vapours which are engendered in the body of that melancholy, which broodeth on the mind. I relieved many with it, both in the court and city, and of late, when Master Edmund Trisilian, a worshipful gentleman in Cornwall, who on some slight received it was told me, where he had said his affections, was brought into that state of melancholy which made his friends alarmed for his life. He paused, and the lady remained silent for some time, and then asked, with a voice which she strove in vain to render firm and indifferent in its tone, is the gentleman you have mentioned perfectly recovered? Passively, madam, answered Whelan, he hath at least no bodily complaint. I will take some of the medicine, Janet, said the Countess, I too have sometimes that dark melancholy which overclouds the brain. You shall not do so, madam, said Janet, who shall answer, that the fellow thens would as wholesome. I will myself warrant my good faith, said Whelan, and taking a part of the medicine he swallowed it before them. The Countess now bought what remained, a step to which Janet, by further objections, only determined her the more obstinately. She even took the first dose upon the instant, and professed to feel her heart lightened, and her spirits augmented, a consequence which, in all probability, existed only in her own imagination. The lady then piled the purchases she had made together, flung her purse to Janet, and desired her to compute the amount, and to pay the peddler. While she herself, as if tired of the amusement, she had at first found in conversing with him, wished him good evening, and walked carelessly into the house, thus depriving Whelan of every opportunity to speak with her in private. He hastened, however, to attempt an explanation with Janet. Maiden, he said, now hast the face of one who should love her mistress. She hath much need of faithful service. And well deserves it, at my hands, replied Janet. But what of that? Maiden, I am not altogether what I seen, said the peddler, lowering his voice. The less like to be an honest man, said Janet. The more so, answered Whelan, since I am no peddler. Get thee gone, then, instantly, or I will call for assistance, said Janet. My father must hear this be returned. Do not be so rash, said Whelan. You will do what you may repent of. I am one of your mistress's friends, and she had need of more, not that thou should astruan though she hath. How shall I know that? said Janet. Look me in the face, said Whelan Smith, and see if thou dost not read honesty in my looks. And in truth, though by no means handsome, there was in his physiognomy the sharp, keen expression of inventive genius and prompt intellect, which joined to quick and brilliant eyes, a well-formed mouth, and an intelligent smile, often gives grace and interest to features which are both homely and irregular. Janet looked at him with the sly simplicity of her sect, and replied, Notwithstanding that I boasted honesty, friend, and, although I am not accustomed to read and pass judgment on such volumes, as thou hast submitted to my perusal, I think I see in thy countenance something of the peddler-something of the pickaroon. On a small scale, perhaps, said Whelan Smith, laughing, but this evening or tomorrow, when old man come hither with thy father, who has the stealthy step of the cat, the shrewd and vindictive eye of the rat, the fawning while of the spaniel, the determined snatch of the mastiff, of him beware for your own sake and that of your mistress. See you, Fair Janet, he brings the venom of the aspic under the assumed innocence of the dove. What precise mischief he meditates towards you, I cannot guess, but death and disease have ever dogged his footsteps. Say not of this to thy mistress, my art suggests to me that in her state the fear of evil may be as dangerous as its operation, but see that she take my specific for he lowered his voice and spoke low but impressively in her ear. It is an antidote against poison. Hark! They enter the garden. In effect a sound of noisy mirth and loud talking approached the garden door, alarmed by which Whelan Smith sprung into the midst of a thicket of overgrown shrubs, while Janet withdrew to the garden house that she might not incur observation, and that she might at the same time conceal, at least for the present, the purchases made from the supposed peddler which lay scattered on the floor of the summer house. Janet, however, had no occasion for anxiety. Her father, his old attendant, Lord Lester's domestic, and the astrologer, entered the garden in tumult and in extreme perplexity, endeavoring to quiet land-born, whose brain had now become completely fired with liquor, and who was one of those unfortunate persons who, being once stirred with the venous stimulus, do not fall asleep like other drunkards, but remain partially influenced by it for many hours, until at length by successive drafts, they are elevated into a state of uncontrollable frenzy. Like many men in this state also, land-born neither lost the power of motion, speech, or expression, but on the contrary spoke with unwanted emphasis and readiness, and told all that at another time he would have been most desirous to keep secret. What, ejaculated Michael, at the full extent of his voice, am I to have no welcome, no carous, when I have brought fortune to your old, rumorous dog-house in the shape of a devil's ally, that can change slate shivers into Spanish dollars? Here you, Tony Fire the Faggot, papus puritan, hypocrite, miser, profligate devil, compounded of all mensons, bow down and reverence him who has brought into thy house the very mammon thou worshipest. For God's sake, said Foster, speak low, come into the house, thou shalt have wine, or whatever thou wilt. No, old puck-voiced, I will have it here, thundered the inebriated ruffian, here all fresco, as the Italian hatheth, no, no, I will not drink with that poisoning devil within doors, to be choked with the fumes of arsenic and quicksilver. I learned from Villanvarni to beware of that. Fetch him wine in the name of all the fiends, said the alchemist. Ah, and thou wouldst spice it for me, old true penny, wouldst thou not? I, I should have copras and helleborn vitriol and aquafortis, and twenty devilish materials bubbling in my brain-pan, like a charm to raise the devil in a witch's cauldron. Have me the flask thyself, old Tony, fire the faggot, and let it be cool, I will have no wine mold at the pile of the old Burton bishops. Or stay, let Lester be king, if he will, good, and Varni, Villanvarni, Grand Vizier. Why, excellent, and what shall I be then? Why, emperor, emperor lamborn. I will see this choice-piece of beauty that they have walled up here for their private pleasures. I will have her this very night to serve my one cup and put on my nightcap. What should a fellow do with two wives? Were he twenty times an earl? Answer me that, Tony Boy, you old reprobate, hypocritical dog, whom God struck out of the Book of Life, but tormented with a constant wish to be restored to it. You old bishop burning, blasphemous fanatic, answer me that. I will stick my knife to the half in him, said Foster, in a low tone, which trembled with passion. For the love of heaven, no violence, said the astrologer, it cannot be looked closely into. Here on his lamborn, what thou pledge me to the health of the noble role of Lester, and Master Richard Varni. I will, my old albumazer. I will my trusty vendor of rat's bane. I would kiss thee, my nonnest and fractor of the Lex Julia, as they said at Leiden. Did thou not flavour so damnably of sulfur and such fiendish apothecary stuff? Here goes it, upsays, to Varni and Lester, two more noble mountain spirits, and more dark-seeking, deep-diving, high-flying, malicious, ambitious miscrints. Well, I say no more. But I will wet my dagger on his heart's bone that refuses to pledge me. And so, my masters. Thus speaking, lamborn exhausted the cup which the astrologer had handed to him, and which contained not wine, but distilled spirits. He swore half an oath, dropped the empty cup from his grasp. With his hand on his sword without being able to draw it, reeled and fell without sense or motion into the arms of the domestic, who dragged him off to his chamber and put him to bed. In the general confusion Janet regained her lady's chamber, unobserved, trembling like an aspen leaf, but determined to keep secret from the countess, their dreadful surmises, which she could not help entertaining from the drunken ravings of lamborn. Her fears, however, though they assumed no certain shape, kept pace with the advice of the peddler, and she confirmed her mistress in her purpose of taking the medicine which she had recommended, from which it is probable she would otherwise have dissuaded her. Neither had these intimations escaped the ears of Wayland, who knew much better how to interpret them. He felt much compassion at beholding so lovely a creature as the countess, and whom he had first seen in the bosom of domestic happiness, exposed to the machinations of such a gang of villains. His indignation, too, had been highly excited by hearing the voice of his old master, against whom he felt an equal degree the passions of hatred and fear. He nourished also a pride in his own art and resources, and, dangerous as the task was, he that night formed a determination to attain the bottom of the mystery, and to aid the distressed lady if it were yet possible. From some words which lamborn had dropped among his ravings, Wayland now for the first time found inclined to doubt that Barney had acted entirely on his own account in wooing and winning the affections of this beautiful creature. Even asserted of this zealous retainer that he had accommodated his lord in former love intrigues, and it occurred to Wayland Smith that Lester himself might be the party chiefly interested. Her marriage with the Earl he could not suspect, but even the discovery of such a passing intrigue with the lady of Mistress Amy Robesart's rank was the secret of the deepest importance to the stability of the favourites' power over Elizabeth. If Lester himself should hesitate to stifle such a rumour by very strange means, said he to himself, he has those about whom who would do him that favour without waiting for his consent. If I would meddle in this business, it must be in such guise as my old master uses when he compounds his manna of Satan, and that is with a close mask on my face. So I will quit Giles Gosling to-morrow, and change my course in place of residence as often as a hunted fox. I should like to see this little Puritan too, once more. She looks both pretty and intelligent to have come of such a cative as Anthony Fire the Faggot. Giles Gosling received the adduce of Wayland rather joyfully than otherwise. The honest publican saw so much peril in crossing the course of the Earl of Lester's favourite that his virtue was scarce able to support him in the task, and he was well pleased when it was likely to be removed from his shoulders. Still, however, professing his goodwill and readiness, in case of need, to do Mr. Trecilian or his emissary any service, in so far as consisted with his character of the publican. End Chapter 20 Chapter 21 of Kenilworth. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Kenilworth buys Sir Walter Scott. Chapter 21. Baltine ambition that or leaps itself and falls on the other side. Macbeth. The splendour of the approaching revels at Kenilworth was now the conversation through all England, and everything was collected at home or from abroad, which could add to the gaiety or glory of the prepared reception of Elizabeth at the house of her most distinguished favourite. Meantime Lester appeared daily to advance in the Queen's favour. He was perpetually by her side in council, willingly listened to in the moments of courtly recreation, favoured with approaches even to familiar intimacy. Reached up to by all who had ought to hope at court, courted by foreign ministers with the most flattering testimonies of respect from their sovereigns, the alter ego, as it seemed, of the stately Elizabeth, who is now very generally supposed to be studying the time and opportunity for associating him, by marriage, into her sovereign power. Amidst such a tide of prosperity, this minion of fortune, and of the Queen's favour, was probably the most unhappy man in the realm, which seemed at his devotion. He had the fairy king's superiority over his friends and dependents, and saw much which they could not. The character of his mistress was intimately known to him. It was his minute and studied acquaintance with her hewers, as well as her noble faculties, which joined to his powerful mental qualities and his eminent external accomplishments, had raised him so high in her favour. And it was that very knowledge of her disposition, which led him to apprehend at every turn some sudden and overwhelming disgrace. Lester was like a pilot possessed of a chart, which points to him all the peculiarities of his navigation, but which exhibits so many shoals, breakers, and reefs of rocks, that his anxious eye reaps little more from observing them, than to be convinced that his final escape can be little else than miraculous. In fact, Queen Elizabeth had a character strangely compounded of the strongest masculine sense, with those foibles which are chiefly supposed proper to the female sex. Her subjects had the full benefit of her virtues, which far predominated over her weaknesses, but her courtiers and those about her person had often to sustain sudden and embarrassing turns of caprice and the sallies of a temper which was both jealous and despotic. She was the nursing mother of her people, but she was also the true daughter of Henry VIII, and though early sufferings and an excellent education had repressed and modified, they had not altogether destroyed the hereditary temper of that hard-ruled king. Her mind, says her witty godson, Sir John Harrington, who had experienced both the smiles and the frowns which he describes, was off-time like the gentle air that cometh from the western point in a summer's morn, twist sweet and refreshing to all around her. Her speech did win all affections, and again she could put forth such alterations when obedience was lacking, as left no doubting whose daughter she was. When she smiled, it was a pure sunshine, that everyone did choose to bask in, if they could, but an on came a storm from a sudden gathering of clouds, and the thunder fell in a wondrous manner on all alike. Readers note, New Guy Antiquai, Volume I, Pages 355 through 362, and Readers note, This variability of disposition, as Lester well knew, was chiefly formidable to those who had to share in the queen's affections, and who depended rather on her personal regard than on the indispensable services which they could render to her councils and her crown. The favour of Burley, or of Walsingham, of a description far less striking than that by which he was himself appell'd, was founded, as Lester was well aware, on Elizabeth's solid judgment, not in her partiality, and was therefore free from all those principles of change and decay, necessarily incident, to that which chiefly arose from personal accomplishments and female predilection. These great and sage statesmen were judged of by the queen only with reference to the measures they suggested, and the reasons by which they supported their opinions in council, whereas the success of Lester's course depended on all those light and changeable gales of caprice and humor which thwart, or favour, the progress of a lover in the favour of his mistress, and she, too, a mistress who was ever ananon becoming fearful, lest she should forget the dignity or compromise the authority of the queen, while she indulged the affections of the woman. Of the difficulties which surrounded his power, too great to keep or to resign, Lester was fully sensible, and as he looked anxiously round for the means of maintaining himself in his precarious situation, and sometimes contemplated those of descending from it in safety, he saw but little hope of either. At such moments his thoughts turned to dwell upon his secret marriage and its consequences, and it was in bitterness against himself, if not against his unfortunate countess, that he ascribed to that hasty measure, adopted in the ardour of what he now called inconsiderate passion, at once the impossibility of placing this power on a solid basis, and the immediate prospect of its precipitate downfall. Men say, thus ran his thoughts, in these anxious and repentant moments, that I might marry Elizabeth and become king of England. All things suggest this. The match is caroled in ballads, while the rabble throw their caps up. It has been touched upon in the schools, whispered in the present chamber, recommended from the pulpit, prayed for in the Calvinistic churches abroad, touched on by status in the very council at home. These bold insinuations have been rebutted by no rebuke, no resentment, no chiding, scarce even by the usual female protestation, that she would live and die a virgin princess. Her words have been more courteous than ever, though she knows such rumors are abroad. Her actions more gracious, her looks more kind, not seems wanting to make me king of England and place me beyond the storms of court favor, accepting the putting forth of my own hand to take that crown, imperial, which is the glory of the universe. And when I might stretch that hand out most boldly, it is fettered down by a secret and inextricable bond. And here I have letters from Amy. He would say, catching them up with a movement of peevishness, persecuting me to acknowledge her openly, to do justice to her and to myself. And I won't not want. He thinks I have done less than justice to myself already. And she speaks as if Elizabeth were to receive the knowledge of this matter with the glee of a mother, hearing of the happy marriage of a hopeful son. She, the daughter of Henry, who spared neither man in his anger nor woman in his desire, she, to find herself tricked, drawn on with toys of passion to the verge of acknowledging her love to a subject, and he discovered to be a married man. Elizabeth to learn that she had been dallyed with in such fashion as a gay courtier might trifle with a country wench. We should then see, to our ruin, Foran's quid femina. He would then pause and call for Barney, whose advice was now more frequently resorted to than ever, because the Earl remembered the remonstrances which he had made against his secret contract. And their consultation usually terminated an anxious deliberation, how or in what manner the Countess was to be produced at Kenilworth. These communings had for some time ended always in a resolution to delay the progress from day to day, but at length a peremptory decision became necessary. Elizabeth will not be satisfied without her presence, said the Earl, whether any suspicion hath entered her mind, as my own apprehension suggest, or whether the petition of Tristillian is kept in her memory by Sussex, or some other secret enemy, I know not, but amongst all the favorable expressions which she uses to me, she often recurs to the story of Amy Ropesart. I think that Amy is the slave in the chariot who is placed thereby my evil fortune, to dash and to confound my triumph, even when at the highest. Show me thy device, Farney, for solving the inextricable difficulty. I have thrown every such impediment in the way of these accursed revels, as I could propound, even with a shade of decency. But today's interview has put all to a hazard. She said to me kindly, but preemptorily, we will give you no further time for preparations, my lord, lest you should altogether ruin yourself. On Saturday, the ninth of July, we will be with you at Kenilworth. We pray you to forget none of our appointed guests and suitors, and in a special, this light of love, Amy Ropesart. We would wish to see the woman who could postpone yonder political gentleman, Master Tressillian, to your man, Richard Varney. Now Varney, plie thine invention, whose forge hath availed us so often, for sure as my name is deadly, the danger menaced by my horoscope is now darkening around me. Can my lady be, by no means persuaded to bear for a brief space, the obscure character which circumstances impose on her? said Varney, after some hesitation. How, Sura, my countess, term herself thy wife? That may neither stand with my honour nor with hers. Alas, my lord, answered Varney, and yet such is the quality in which Elizabeth now holds her, and to contradict this opinion is to discover all. Think of something else, Varney, said the Earl, in great agitation. This invention is not. If I could give way to it, she would not. For I tell thee, Varney, if thou knowest it not, that not Elizabeth on the throne has more pride than the daughter of this obscure gentleman of Devon. She is flexible in many things, but where she holds her honour, in question, she hath a spirit and temper as apprehensive as lightning, and as swift in execution. We have experienced that, my lord, else had we not been thus circumstance'd, said Varney. But what else to suggest, I know not. Me thinks she who has good fortune in becoming your lordship's bride, and who gives rise to the danger, should do somewhat towards parrying it. It is impossible, said the Earl, waving his hand. I know neither authority nor entreaties would make her endure thy name for an hour. It is somewhat hard, though, said Varney. In a dry tone, and without pausing on that topic, he added, Suppose someone were found to represent her. Such feats have been performed in the courts of, as sharp-eyed monarchs, says Queen Elizabeth. utter madness, Varney, answered the Earl. The counterfeit would be confronted with Tricillian, and discovery become inevitable. Tricillian might be removed from court, said the unhesitating Varney. And by what means? There are many, said Varney, by which a statesman in your situation, my lord, may remove from the scene one who prize into your affairs, and places himself in perilous opposition to you. Speak not to me of such policy, Varney, said the Earl hastily, which besides would avail nothing in the present case. Many others there be at court to whom Amy may be known, and besides, on the absence of Tricillian, her father or some of her friends, would be instantly summoned hither. Urge thine invention once more. My lord, I know not what to say, answered Varney, but were I myself in such perplexity, I would ride post-down to come to her place, and compel my wife to give her consent to such measures as her safety and mine required. Varney, said Lester, I cannot urge her to ought so repugnant to her noble nature, as a share in this stratagem. It would be a base requital to the love she bears me. While, my lord, said Varney, your lordship is a wise and an honorable man, and skilled in those high points of romantic scruple, which are current in Arcadia, perhaps, as your nephew, Philip Sidney, writes, I am your humble servidor, a man of this world, and only happy that my knowledge of it and its ways is such as your lordship has not scorned to avail yourself of. Now I would faint know whether the obligation lies on my lady or on you in this fortunate union, and which has most reason to show complacence to the other, and to consider that others wishes, conveniences, and safety. I tell thee, Varney, said the Earl, that all it was in my power to bestow upon her was not merely deserved, but a thousand times overpaid by her own virtue and beauty, for never did greatness descend upon a creature so formed by nature to grace and adorn it. It is while, my lord, you are so satisfied, answered Varney, with his usual sardonic smile, which even respect to his patron could not at all times subdue. You will have time enough to enjoy, undisturbed, the society of one so gracious and beautiful, that it is so soon as such confinement in the tower be over, as may correspond in the crime of deceiving the affections of Elizabeth Tudor. A cheaper penalty, I presume, you do not expect. Malicious fiend, answered Lester, do you mock me in my misfortune? Manage it as thou wilt. If you are serious, my lord, said Varney, you must set forth instantly and post for come to place. Do thou go thyself, Varney? The devil is given thee that sort of eloquence, which is most powerful in the worst cause. I should stand self-convicted of villainy, where I to urge such deceit. Be gone, I tell thee, must I entreat thee to mine own dishonor? No, my lord, said Varney, but if you are serious and entrusted me with the task of urging this most necessary measure, you must give me a letter to my lady, as my credentials, and trust to me for back in the advice it contains with all the force in my power, and such is my opinion of my lady's love for your lordship, and of her willingness to do that, which is at once to contribute to your pleasure and your safety, that I am sure she will condescend to bear for a few brief days the name of so humble a man as myself, especially since it is not inferior in antiquity to that of her own paternal house. Lester seized on writing materials, and twice her thrice commenced a letter to the Countess, which he afterwards tore into fragments. At length he finished a few distracted lines, in which he conjured her, for reasons nearly concerning his life and honour, to consent to bear the name of Varney for a few days, during the revels at Kenilworth. He added that Varney would communicate all the reasons which rendered this deception indispensable, and having signed and sealed these credentials, he flung them over the table to Varney, with the motion that he should depart, which his adviser was not slow to comprehend and to obey. Lester remained, like one stupefied, till he heard the trampling of the horses, as Varney, who took no time even to change his dress, threw himself into the saddle, and, followed by a single servant, set off for Berkshire. At the sound the Earl started from his seat and ran to the window, with the momentary purpose of recalling the unworthy commission, with which he had entrusted one of whom he used to say he knew no virtuous property save affection to his patron. But Varney was already beyond call, and the bright starry firmament, which the age considered as the book of fate, lying spread before Lester, when he opened the casement, diverted him from his better and more manly purpose. Where they roll, on their silent but potential course, said the Earl, looking around him, without a voice which speaks to our ear, but not without influences which affect at every change the indwellers of this vile, earthly planet. This, if astrologers fable not, is the very crisis of my fate, the hour approaches of which I was taught to beware, the hour too, which I was encouraged to hope for. A king was the word, but how? The crown matrimonial. All hopes of that are gone, let them go. The rich Netherlands have demanded me for their leader, and would Elizabeth Consent, would yield to me their crown. And have I not such a claim, even in this kingdom, that of York descending from George of Clarence to the house of Huntington, which, this lady failing, may have a fair chance. Huntington is of my house. But I will plunge no deeper in these high mysteries, let me hold my course in silence for a while, and in obscurity, like a subterranean river. The time shall come that I will burst forth in my strength, and bear all opposition before me. While Lester was thus stupefying the remonstrances of his own conscience by appealing to political necessity for his apology, or losing himself amidst the wild dreams of ambition, his agent left town and tower behind him on his hasty journey to Berkshire. He also nourished high hope. He had brought Lord Lester to the point which he had desired of committing to him the most intimate recesses of his breast, and of using him as the channel of his most confidential intercourse with his lady. Henceforward it would, he foresaw, be difficult for his patron either to dispense with his services, or refuse his requests, however unreasonable. And if this disdainful dame, as he termed the countess, should comply with the request of her husband, Barney, her pretended husband, must needs become so situated with respect to her that there was no knowing where his audacity might be bound in, perhaps not till circumstances enabled him to obtain a triumph, which he thought of with a mixture of fiendish feelings in which revenge for her previous scorn was foremost and predominant. Again he contemplated the possibility of her being totally intractable, and refusing obstinately to play the part assigned to her in the drama at Kenilworth. Alaska must then do his part, he said. Sickness must serve her majesty as an excuse for not receiving the homage of Mrs. Barney. I, in a soren wasting sickness, it may prove, should Elizabeth continue to cast so favorable an eye on my lord of Lester, I will not forgo the chance of being favorite of a monarch, for want of determined measures, should these be necessary. Forward, good horse, forward, ambition and haughty hope of power, pleasure and revenge, strike their stings as deep through my bosom, as I plunge the rowls in thy flanks. On, good horse, on, the devil urges us both forward. End Chapter 21 Chapter 22 of Kenilworth. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Kenilworth by Sir Walter Scott. Chapter 22 Say that my beauty was but small, among court ladies, all despised. Why didst thou rend it from that hall where scornful earl was dearly prized? No more thou comest with wanted speed, thy once beloved bride to see, but be she alive or be she dead, I fear stern earl. She is the same to thee. Kupner Hall by William Julius Mickel. The ladies of fashion of the present, or of any other period, must have allowed that the young and lovely Countess of Lester had, besides her youth and beauty, two qualities which entitled her to a place amongst women of rank and distinction. She displayed, as we have seen in her interview with the peddler, a liberal promptitude to make unnecessary purchases, only for the pleasure of acquiring useless and showy trifles which cease to please as soon as they were possessed. And she was, besides, apt to spend a considerable space of time every day in adorning her person, although the varied splendour of her attire could only attract the half satirical praise of the precise Janet, or an improving glance from the bright eyes which witnessed their own beams of triumph reflected from the mirror. The Countess Amy had, indeed, to plead for indulgence in those frivolous tastes, that the education of the times had done little or nothing for a mind naturally gay and verse to study. If she had not loved to collect finery and to wear it, she might have woven tapestry or sewed embroidery till her labour spreading gay profusion all over the walls and seats at Lidcote Hall, or she might have varied manoeuvres' labours with the task of preparing a mighty pudding against the time that Sir Hugh Ropesart returned from the Greenwood, but Amy had no natural genius either for the loom, the needle, or the receipt book. Her mother had died in infancy. Her father contradicted her in nothing, and her sillion, the only one that approached her who was able, or desirous, to attend to the cultivation of her mind, had much hurt his interest with her by assuming too eagerly the task of a preceptor, so that he was regarded by the lively, indulged, and idle girl, with some fear and much respect, but with little or nothing of that softer emotion which it had been his hope and his ambition to inspire. And thus her heart lay readily open, and her fancy became easily captivated by the noble exterior and graceful deportment and complacent flattery of Lester, even before he was known to her as the Dazzling Minion of wealth and power. The frequent visits of Lester at Cumbner, during the earlier part of their union, had reconciled the countess to the solitude and privacy to which she was condemned, but when these visits became rarer and more rare, and when the void was filled up with letters of excuse, not always very warmly expressed, and generally extremely brief, discontent and suspicion began to haunt those splendid apartments which love had fitted up for beauty. Her answers to Lester conveyed these feelings too bluntly, and pressed more naturally than prudently, that she might be relieved from this obscure and secluded residence by the Earl's acknowledgment of their marriage. And in arranging her arguments with all the skills she was mistress of, she trusted chiefly to the warmth of the entreaties with which she urged them. Sometime she even ventured to mingle reproaches of which Lester conceived he had good reason to complain. I have made her countess, he said to Arnie. Surely she might wait till it consisted with my pleasure that she should put on the coronet. The countess Amy viewed the subject in directly an opposite light. What signifies, she said, that I have rank an honor in reality if I am to live an obscure prisoner without either society or observance, and suffering in my character as one of dubious or disgraced reputation. I care not for all those strings of pearls which you frat me by warping in my tresses, Janet. I tell you that at Lidcote Hall, if I put but a fresh rose bug among my hair, my good father would call me to him, that he might see it more closely. And the kind old curate would smile, and Master Mumblazin would say something about roses' golds. And now I sit here, decked out like an image with gold and gems, and no one to see my finery but you, Janet. There was the poor Tresselian, too, but it avails not speaking of him. It doth not indeed, madam, said her prudent attendant, and rarely you make me sometimes wish you would not speak of him so often, or so rashly. It signifies nothing to warn me, Janet, said the impatient and incorrigible Countess. I was born free, though I am now mewed up like some fine foreign slave, rather than the wife of an English noble. I bore it all with pleasure while I was sure he loved me, but now my tongue and heart shall be free. Let them fetter these limbs as they will. I tell thee, Janet, I love my husband. I will love him till my latest breath. I cannot cease to love him, even if I would, or if he, which God knows may chance, should cease to love me. But I will say, and loudly, I would have been happier than I now am to have remained in Lidcote Hall, even although I must have married Portresilian, with his now-in-calling book and his head full of learning, which I cared not for. He said if I would read his favorite volumes, there would come a time that I should be glad of having done so. I think it is come now. I bought you some books, madam, said Janet, from a lame fellow who sold them in the marketplace, and who stared something boldly at me, I promise you. Let me see them, Janet, said the Countess. But let them not be of your own precise cast. How is this most righteous damsel, a pair of snuffers for the golden candlestick, a handful of myrrh and hissup, to put a sick soul to purgation, a draft of water from the valley of Baca, foxes and fire-brands. What gear call you this, maiden? In a name, madam, said Janet, it was but fitting and seemingly to put grace in your ladyship's way. But you will none of it. There are playbooks and poet books, Sytro. The Countess proceeded carelessly in her examination, turning over such rare volumes as would now make the fortune of twenty retail booksellers. Here was a book of cookery, imprinted by Richard Land, and Skelton's books, The Pastime of the People, The Castle of Knowledge, et cetera. But neither to this lore did the Countess's heart incline, and joyfully did she start up from the listless task of turning over the leaves of the hamplets, and hastily did she scatter them through the floor. When the hasty clatter of horses feet heard in the courtyard, called her to the window, exclaiming, It is Lester, it is my noble earl, it is my deadly. Every stroke of his horseshoes sounds like a note of lordly music. There was a brief bustle in the mansion, and Foster, with his downward look and sullen manner, entered the apartment to say that Master Richard Varney was arrived from my Lord, having ridden all night, and craved to speak with her ladyship instantly. Varney, said the disappointing Countess, and to speak with me, shaw, but he comes with news from Lester, so admit him instantly. Varney entered her dressing-apartment, where she sat, arrayed in her native loveliness, adorned with all the Janet's art, and a rich and tasteful undress could bestow. But the most beautiful part of her attire was her perfuse and luxurious light-brown locks, which floated in such rich abundance around a neck that resembled a swan's, and over a bosom heaving with anxious expectation, which communicated a hurried tinge of red to her whole countenance. Varney entered the room in the dress in which she had waited on his master that morning to court, the splendor of which made a strange contrast with the disorder arising from hasty writing during a dark night and foul ways. His brow borne anxious and hurried expression, as one who has that to say, of which he doubts the reception, and who with yet posted on from the necessity of communicating his tidings. The Countess's anxious eye at once caught the alarm, as she exclaimed, You bring news from my lord, Master Varney. Gracious heaven, is he ill? No, madam, thank heaven, said Varney. Compose yourself, and permit me to take breath ere I communicate my tidings. No breaths, sir, replied the lady impatiently. I know your theatrical arts, since your breath has suffice to bring you hither, it may suffice to tell your tale, at least briefly and in the gross. Madam, answered Varney, we are not alone, and my lord's message was for your ear only. Leave us, Janet, and Master Foster, said the lady, but remain in the next apartment and within call. Foster and his daughter retired, agreeably to the lady Lester's commands, into the next apartment, which was a withdrawing room. The door which led from the sleeping chamber was then carefully shut and bolted, and the father and daughter remained both in a posture of anxious attention, the first with the stern, suspicious, anxious cast of countenance, and Janet with folded hands, and looks which seemed divided betwixt her desire to know the fortunes of her mistress, and her prayers to heaven for her safety. Anthony Foster seemed himself to have some idea of what was passing through his daughter's mind, for he crossed the apartment and took her anxiously by the hand, saying, That is right, pray, Janet, pray, we have all need of prayers, and some of us more than others. Pray, Janet, I would pray myself, but I must listen to what goes on within. Evil has been brewing, love. Evil has been brewing. God forgive our sins, but Varney's sudden and strange arrival bodes us no good. Janet had never before heard her father excite or even permit her attention to anything which passed in their mysterious family, and now that he did so, his voice sounded in her ear, she knew not why, like that of a screech owl, denouncing some deed of terror and of will. She turned her eyes fearfully towards the door, almost as if she expected some sounds of horror to be heard, or some side of fear to display itself. All, however, was as still as death, and the voices of those who spoke in the inner chamber were, if they spoke at all, carefully subdued to a tone which could not be heard in the next. At once, however, they were heard to speak fast, thick, and hastily, and presently after the voice of the Countess was heard exclaiming, at the highest pitch, to which indignation could raise it. Undo the door, sir, I command you, undo the door, I will have no other reply. She continued, drowning with her vehement accents, the low and modern sounds which Varney was heard to utter betwixt wiles. What ho, without there? She persisted, accompanying her words with streaks. Janet, along the house, foster, break open the door, I'm detained here by a traitor. Use axe and leave her, Master Foster, I will be your warrant. It shall not need, madam. Varney was at length, distinctly heard to say. If you pleased to expose my lord's important concerns and your own to the general ear, I will not be your hindrance. The door was unlocked and thrown open, and Janet and her father rushed in, anxious to learn the cause of these reiterated exclamations. When they entered the apartment, Varney stood by the door grinding his teeth, with an expression in which rage and shame and fear had each their share. The Countess stood in the midst of her apartment, like a juvenile pythoness, under the influence of the prophetic fury. The veins in her beautiful forehead started into swollen blue lines through the hurried impulse of her articulation. Her cheek and neck glowed like scarlet. Her eyes were like those of an imprisoned eagle, flashing red lightning on the foes which it cannot reach with its talons. Where possible for one of the graces to have been animated by a fury, the Countess could not have united such beauty with so much hatred, scorn, defiance and resentment. The gesture and attitude corresponded with the voice and looks, and altogether presented a spectacle which was at once beautiful and fearful. So much of the sublime had the energy of passion, united with the Countess Amy's natural loveliness. Janet, as soon as the door was open, ran to her mistress, and more slowly, yet with more haste than he was want, Ethany Foster went to Richard Varney. In the truth's name, what ails your ladieship? said the former. What in the name of Satan have you done to her? said Foster to his friend. Who I? Nothing, answered Varney, but with sunken head and soul and voice, nothing but communicated to her her Lord's commands, which, if the lady lists not to obey, she knows better how to answer it than I may pretend to do. Now by Heaven Janet, said the Countess, the false traitor lies in his throat. He must needs lie for he speaks to the dishonor of my noble Lord. He must needs lie doubly, for he speaks to gain ends of his own, equally, excruble, and unattainable. You have misapprehended me, lady, said Varney, with a sulky species of submission and apology. Let this matter rest till your passion be abated, and I will explain all. Thou shalt never have an opportunity to do so, said the Countess. Look at him, Janet. He's fairly dressed, half the outside of a gentleman, and hithory came to persuade me it was my Lord's pleasure, nay, more my wedded Lord's commands, that I should go with him to Kenilworth, and before the Queen and nobles, and in presence of my own wedded Lord, that I should acknowledge him, him there, that very cloak-brushing, chook-cleaning fellow, him there, my Lord's lackey, for my liege Lord and husband, furnishing against myself, great God, whenever I was to vindicate my right and my rank, such weapons as would hew my just claim from the root, and assure my character to be regarded as an honorable matron of the English nobility. You hear her, Foster, and you, young maiden, hear this, lady, answered Varney, taking advantage of the pause which the Countess had made in her charge, more for lack of breath and for lack of matter. You hear that her heat only objects to me the course which our good Lord, for the purpose to keep certain matters secret, suggest in the very letter which she holds in her hands. Foster here attempted to interfere with the face of authority which he thought became the charge entrusted to him. Nay, lady, I must need say you are overhasty in this. Such deceit is not utterly to be condemned when practiced for a righteous end. I, and thus even the patriarch Abraham, feigned Sarah to be a sister when they went down to Egypt. I, sir, answer the Countess, but God rebuked that deceit, even in the father of his chosen people, by the mouth of the heathen pharaoh, out upon you that will read scripture only to copy those things which are held out to us as warnings, not as examples. But Sarah disputed not the will of her husband, and it be your pleasure, said Foster and reply, but did his Abraham commandant, calling herself his sister, that it might be well with her husband for her sake, and that his soul might live because of her beauty. Now, so heaven pardon me, my useless anger, answered the Countess, now it is daring a hypocrite as your fellow is an impudent deceiver. Never will I believe that the noble Dudley gave countenance to so dastardly, so dishonorable a plan. Thus I tread on his infamy, if indeed it be, and thus destroy its remembrance forever. So saying, she torn pieces, Lester's letter, and stamped in the extremity of impatience as if she would have annihilated the minute fragments into which she had rented. Bear witness, said Barney, collecting himself, she hath torn my lord's letter in order to burden me with a scheme of his devising, and although it promises not, but danger and trouble to me, she would lay it to my charge as if I had any purpose of mine own in it. Thou liest, thou treacherous slave, said the Countess, in spite of Janet's attempts to keep her silent, in the sad foresight that her vehemence might only furnish arms against herself. Thou liest, she continued, let me go, Janet, worth the last word I have to speak, he lies. He had his own foul ends to seek, and broader he would have displayed them had my passion for minimie to preserve the silence which at first encouraged him to unfold his vile projects. Madam, said Barney, overwhelmed in spite of his effrontery, I treat you to believe yourself mistaken. As soon will I believe light darkness, said the enraged Countess, have I drunk of oblivion? Do I not remember former passages which, known to Lester, had given thee the preferment of a gallows, instead of the honour of his intimacy? I would, I were a man, but for five minutes. It were space enough to make a craven like thee confess his villainy. But go, be gone! Tell thy master that when I take the foul course to which such scandalous deceits as thou hast recommended on his behalf must necessary leave me. I will give him a rival, something worthy of the name. He shall not be supplanted by an ignominious slackie, whose best fortune is to catch a gift of his master's last suit of clothes, ere it is threadbare, and who is only fit to seduce a suburb wench by the bravery of new roses's master's old pen-toothles. Go, be gone, sir. I scorn thee so much that I am ashamed to have been angry with thee. Barney left the room with a mute expression of rage, and was followed by Foster, whose apprehension, naturally slow, was overpowered by the eager and abundant discharge of indignation, which for the first time he had heard burst from the lips of a bean, who it seemed, till that moment, too languid and too gentle to nurse an angry thought or utter and intemperate expression. Foster therefore pursued Barney from place to place, persecuting him with interrogatories, to which the other replied not until they were in the opposite side of the quadrangle and in the old library, with which the reader has already been made acquainted. Here he turned round on his persevering follower and thus addressed him, in a tone tolerably equal, that brief walk, having been sufficient to give one so habituated to command his temper, time to rally and recover his presence of mind. Tony, he said, with his usual sneering laugh, it avails not to deny it. The woman in the devil, who, as thine oracle holds forth, will confirm to thee, cheated man at the beginning, have this day proved more powerful than my discretion. Yon Termigant looked so tempting, and had the art to preserve her countenance so naturally. While I communicated my Lord's message that by my faith, I thought I might say some little thing for myself. She thinks she hath my head under her girdle now. But she is deceived. Where is Dr. Alaska? In his laboratory, answered Foster, it is the hour he has spoken not with all. We must wait till noon is past or spoil his important. What said I important? I would say interrupt his divine studies. I, he studies the devil's divinity, said Barney. But when I want him, one hour must suffice as well as another. Lead the way to his pandemonium. So spoke Barney, and with hasty and perturbed steps followed Foster, who conducted him through private passages, many of which were well-nigh ruinous, to the opposite side of the quadrangle, where, in the subterranean apartment, now occupied by the chemist, Alaska, one of the abids of Abington, who had a turn for the occult sciences, had much to the scandal of his convent, established a laboratory in which, like other fools of the period, he spent much precious time and money besides in the pursuit of the Grand Arcanum. Anthony Foster paused before the door, which was scrupulously secured within, and again showed a marked hesitation to disturb this age in his operations. But Barney, less scrupulous, roused him by knocking and voice until at length, slowly and reluctantly, the inmate of the apartment undid the door. The chemist appeared with his eyes blared with the heat and vapors of the stove or olympic over which he brooded, and the interior of his cell displayed the confused assemblage of heterogeneous substances and extraordinary implements belonging to his profession. The old man was muttering with spiteful impatience. Am I forever to be recalled to the affairs of earth from those of heaven? To the affairs of hell, answered Barney, for that is thy proper element. Foster, we need thee at our conference. Foster slowly entered the room. Barney following, barred the door, and they betook themselves to secret counsel. In the meanwhile, the countess traversed the apartment, with shame and anger contending on her lovely cheek. The villain, she said, the cold-blooded, calculating slave. But I enmasked him, Janet. I made the snake uncoil all his folds before me, and crawl abroad in his naked deformity. I suspended my resentment at the danger of suffocating under the effort, until he had let me see the very bottom of a heart more foul than hell's darkest corner. And thou, Lester, is it possible thou couldst bid me for a moment, deny my wedded right in thee, or thyself yield it to another? But it is impossible. The villain has lied in all. Janet, I will not remain here longer. I fear him, I fear thy father. I agree to say it, Janet, but I fear thy father. And, worst of all, this odious Varney, I will escape from Cumnor. Alas, madam, whither would you fly, or by what means will you escape from these walls? I know not, Janet, said the unfortunate young lady, looking upwards and clasping her hands together. I know not where I shall fly, or by what means. But I am certain the God I have served will not abandon me in this dreadful crisis, for I am in the hands of wicked men. Do not think so, dear lady, said Janet. My father is stern and strict in his temper, and severely true to his trust. But yet, at this moment, Anthony Foster entered the apartment, bearing in his hand a glass cup and a small flask. His manner was singular, for while approaching the Countess with the respect due to her rank, he had till this time suffered to become visible, or had been unable to suppress the abduate sulkiness of his natural disposition, which, as is usual with those of his unhappy temper, was chiefly exerted towards those over whom circumstances gave him control. But at present, he show nothing of that sullen consciousness of authority, which he was want to conceal under a clumsy affectation of civility and deference, as a ruffian hides his pistols and pledging under his ill-fashioned gabardine. And yet it seemed as if his smile was more in fear than courtesy, and as if while he pressed the Countess to taste of the choice cordial, which should refresh her spirits after her late alarm, he was cautious of meditating some further injury. His hand trembled also, his voice faltered, and his whole outward behavior exhibited so much that was suspicious, that his daughter Janet, after she had stood looking at him in astonishment for some seconds, seemed at once to collect herself to execute some hearty resolution, raised her head, assumed an attitude and gait of determination and authority, and walking slowly betwixt her father and her mistress, took the solver from the hand of the former, and said in a low but marked and decided tone, Father, I will fill for my noble mistress, when such is her pleasure. Thou, my child, said Foster, eagerly and apprehensively, know my child, it is not thou shalt render the lady this service. And why I pray you, said Janet, if it be fitting that the noble lady should partake of the cup at all. Why? Why? said the Seneshaw, hesitating, and then bursting into passion, as the readiest mode of supplying the lack of all other reason. Why? Because it is my pleasure, minion, that you should not. Get you gone to the evening lecture. Now, as I hope to hear lecture again, replied Janet, I will not go thither this night, unless I am better assured of my mistress's safety. Give me that flask, Father. And she took it from his reluctant hand, while he resigned it as if conscience struck. And now, she said, Father, that which shall benefit my mistress cannot do me prejudice. Father, I drink to you. Foster, without speaking a word, rushed on his daughter and rested the flask from her hand. Then, as if embarrassed by what he had done, and totally unable to resolve what he should do next, he stood with it in his hand, one foot advanced and the other drawn back. Glaring on his daughter with accountants in which rage, fear, and convicted villainy, formed a hideous combination. This is strange, my father, said Janet, keeping her eye fixed on his, in the manner in which those who have the charge of lunatics are said to overall other unhappy patients. Will you neither let me serve my lady, nor drink to her myself? The courage of the count has sustained her through this dreadful scene, of which the import was not the less obvious that it was not even hinted at. She preserved even the rash carelessness of her temper, and though her cheek had grown pale at the first alarm, her eye was calm and almost scornful. Will you taste this rare cordial, Master Foster? Perhaps you will not yourself refuse to pledge us, though you permit not Janet to do so. Drink, sir, I pray you. I will not, answered Foster. And for whom, then, is the precious beverage reserved, sir? said the Countess. For the devil who brewed it, answered Foster, and turning on his heel, he left the chamber. Janet looked at her mistress with accountants expressive in the highest degree of shame, dismay and sorrow. Do not weep for me, Janet? said the Countess kindly. No, madam, replied her attendant, in a voice broken by sobs. It is not for you, I weep. It is for myself. It is for that unhappy man. Those who are dishonored before man, those who are condemned by God, have caused to mourn, not those who are innocent. Farewell, madam. She said hastily, assuming the mantle in which she was want to go abroad. Do you leave me, Janet? said her mistress. Dessert me in such an evil straight. Dessert you, madam, exclaimed Janet, and running back to her mistress, she imprinted a thousand kisses on her hand. Dessert you, I, may the hope of my trust desert me when I do so. No, madam. While you said, the God you serve will open you a path for deliverance. There is a way of escape. I have prayed night and day for light, that I might see how to act, betwixt my duty to yonder unhappy man, and that which I owe to you. Sturnly and fearfully, that light is now dawned, and I must not shut the door which God opens. Ask me no more. I will return in brief space. So speaking, she wrapped herself in her mantle, and saying to the old woman whom she passed in the outer room, that she was going to evening prayer. She left the house. Meanwhile, her father had reached once more the laboratory, where he found the accomplices of his intended guilt. Has the sweet bird sipped, said Varney, with half a smile, while the astrologer put the same question with his eyes, but spoke not a word. She has not, nor she shall not, for my hands replied Foster, Would you have me do murder my daughter's presence? Worth thou not told, thou sullen and yet faint-hearted slave, answered Varney with bitterness, that no murder, as thou callest it, with that staring look and stammering tone, is designed in the matter? Worth thou not told, that a brief oneness, such as woman puts on and very wantonness, that she may wear her nightgear at noon, and lie on a settle, when she should mind her domestic business, is all here aimed at? Here's a learned man will swear it to thee by the key of the castle of wisdom. I swear it, said Alaska, that the elixir thou hast there in the flask will not preach this life. I swear it by that immortal and indestructible quintessence of gold, which pervades every substance in nature, though its secret existence can be traced by him only to whom Trismegistus renders the key of the cabala. An oath of force, said Varney, Foster, that weren't worse than a pagan to disbelieve it. Believe me, moreover, who swear by nothing but by my own word, that if you be not comfortable, there is no hope, no, not a glimpse of hope, that this thy leasehold may be transmuted into a copyhold. Thus Alaska will leave your pewter artillery untransmigrated, and I, honest Anthony, will still have thee for my tenant. I know not, gentlemen, said Foster, where your designs tend to, but in one thing I am bound up, that fallback, fall edge, I will have one in this place that may pray for me, and that one shall be my daughter. I have lived ill, and the world has been too weighty with me, but she is an innocent as ever she was when on her mother's lap, and she at least shall have her portion in that happy city, whose walls are a pure gold, and the foundations garnished with all manner of precious stones. I, Tony, said Varney, that were a paradise to thy heart's content. Debate the matter with him, Dr. Alaska, I will be with you and on. So speaking, Varney arose and, taking the flask from the table, he left the room. I tell thee, my son, said Alaska to Foster, as soon as Varney had left them, that whatever this bold and profligate railer may say of the mighty science, in which, by heaven's blessing, I have advanced so far that I would not call the wisest of living artists my better or my teacher. I say, howsoever yonder reprobate may scoff at things too holy to be apprehended by men merely of carnal and evil thoughts, yet believe that the city beheld by St. John, in that bright vision of the Christian apocalypse, that new Jerusalem, of which all Christian men hoped to partake, sets forth typically the discovery of the grand secret, whereby the most precious and perfect of nature's works are elicited out of her basest and most crude productions. Just as the light and gaudy butterfly, the most beautiful child of the summer's breeze, breaks forth from the dungeon of assorted chrysalis. Master Holdforth said not of this exposition, said Foster, doubtfully, and moreover Dr. Alaska, the holy writ says that the golden precious stones of the holy city are no sort for those who work abomination or who frame lies. While my son, said the doctor, and what is your inference from thence, that those, said Foster, who distill poisons and administer them in secrecy, can have no portion in those unspeakable riches. You are to distinguish my son, replied the alchemist, betwixt that which is necessarily evil in its progress, and in its end also, and that which being evil is nevertheless capable of working forth good. If by the death of one person, the happy period shall be brought nearer to us, in which all that is good shall be attained, by wishing its presence, all that is evil escape by desiring its absence, in which sickness and pain and sorrow shall be the obedient servants of human wisdom, and made to fly at the slightest signal of a sage, in which that which is now richest and most shall be within the compass of everyone who shall be obedient to the voice of wisdom, when the art of healing shall be lost and absorbed in the one universal medicine, when sages shall become monarchs of the earth, and death itself retreat before their frown. If this blessed consummation of all things can be hastened by the slight circumstance that a frail earthly body, which must needs partake corruption, shall be consigned to the grave a short space earlier than in the course of nature, what is such a sacrifice to the advancement of the holy millennium? Millennium is the reign of the saints, said Foster, somewhat doubtfully. Saint is the reign of the sages, my son, answered Alaska, or rather, the reign of wisdom itself. I touched on the question with Master Holdforth, last exercising night, said Foster, but he says your doctrine is heterodox, and admirable in false exposition. He is in the bonds of ignorance, my son, answered Alaska, and is yet burning bricks in Egypt, or at best, wandering in the dry desert of Sinai. Thou didst ill to speak to such a man of such matters. I will, however, give thee proof, and that shortly, which I will defy that peevish divine to confute. Though he should strive with me as the magician strove with Moses before King Pharaoh, I will do production in thy presence, my son, in thy very presence, and then eyes shall witness the truth. Stick to that, learned sage, said Barney, who at this moment entered the apartment, if he refused the testimony of thy tongue, yet how shall he deny that of his own eyes? Barney, said the adept, Barney already returned, hast thou? He stopped short. Have I done mine errand thou wouldst say? Reply, Barney, I have, and thou, he added, showing more symptoms of interest, than he had hitherto exhibited, art thou sure thou hast poured forth neither more nor less than the just measure? I replied the alchemist, as sure as men can be in these nice proportions, for there is diversity of constitutions. Nathan, said Barney, I fear nothing. I know that will not go a step farther to the devil than thou art justly considered for. Thou wert paid to create illness, and wouldst esteem it thriftless prodigality to do murder at the same price. Come, let us each to our chamber, we shall see the event tomorrow. What doth thou do to make her swallow it? said Foster, shuddering. Nothing, answered Barney, but looked on her with that aspect which governs madmen, women, and children. They told me in St. Luke's hospital that I have the right look for overpowering a refractory patient. The keepers made me their compliments on, so I know how to win my bread when my court favor fails me. An art thou not afraid, said Foster, lest the dose be disproportioned. If so, replied Barney, she will but sleep the sounder, and the fear of that shall not break my rest. Good night, my masters. Anthony Foster groaned heavily, and lifted up his hands and eyes. The alchemist intimated his purpose to continue some experiment of high import during the greater part of the night, and the others separated to their places of repose. End of Chapter 22 Chapter 23 of Kenilworth This labor box recording is in the public domain. Kenilworth by Sir Walter Scott. Chapter 23 Now God be good to me in this wild pilgrimage. All hope and human aid I cast behind me. Oh, who would be a woman? Who that fool, a weeping, pining, faithful, loving woman? She hath hard measure still, where she hopes kindest, and all her bounties only make ingrates. Loves pilgrimage. The summer evening was closed, and Janet, just when her longer stay, might of occasion suspicion and inquiry in that jealous household, returned to come to her place, and hastened to the apartment in which she had left her lady. She found her with her head resting on her arms, and these crossed upon a table, which stood before her. As Janet came in, she neither looked up nor stirred. Her faithful attendant ran to her mistress with the speed of lightning, and rousing her at the same time with her hand, conjured the countess, in the most earnest manner, to look up and say what thus affected her. The unhappy lady raised her head accordingly, and looking on her attendant with a ghastly eye, and cheek as pale as clay. Janet, she said, I have drunk it. God be praised, said Janet hastily. I mean, God be praised that it is no worse. The potion will not harm you. Rise, shake this lethargy from your limbs and this despair from your mind. Janet, repeated the countess again, disturbed me not, leave me at peace, let life pass quietly. I am poisoned. You are not, my dearest lady, answered the maiden eagerly. What you have swallowed cannot injure you, for the antidote has been taken before it, and I hasten tither to tell you that the means of escape are open to you. Escape, exclaimed the lady, as she raised herself hastily in her chair, while light returned her eye and life to her cheek. But ah, Janet, it comes too late. Not so, dearest lady, rise, take my arm, walk through the apartment, let not fancy do the work of poison. So fill you not now that you are possessed of the full use of your limbs. The torpor seems to diminish, said the countess, as supported by Janet, she walked to and fro in the apartment. But is it then so, and have I not swallowed a deadly draft? Barney was here since thou were gone and commanded me, with eyes in which I read my fate, to swallow yon horrible drug. Oh, Janet, it must be fatal. Never was harmless draft served by such a cupbearer. He did not deem it harmless, I fear, replied the maiden, but God confounds the devices of the wicked. Believe me, as I swear by the dear gospel in which we trust, your life is safe from his practice. Did you not debate with him? The house was silent, answered the lady, thou gone, no other but he in the chamber, and he capable of every crime. I did but stipulate he would remove his hateful presence, and I drank whatever he offered. But you spoke of escape, Janet. Can I be so happy? Are you strong enough to bear the tidings and make the effort? said the maiden. Strong, answered the countess, asked the hind, when the fangs of the deerhound are stretched to gripe her, if she is strong enough to spring over a chasm, I'm equal to every effort that may relieve me from this place. Hear me then, said Janet. One whom I deem an assured friend of yours, has shown himself to me in various disguises, and sought speech of me, which, for my mind was not clear on the matter until this evening, I have ever declined. He was the peddler who brought you goods, the itinerant hawker who sold me books. Whenever I started abroad, I was sure to see him. The event of this night determined me to speak with him. He waits even now at the poster gate of the park, with means for your flight. But have you strength of body? Have you courage of mind? Can you undertake the enterprise? She that flies from death, said the lady, find strength of body. She that would escape from shame lacks no strength of mind. The thoughts of leaving behind me, the villain who menaces both my life and honor, would give me strength to rise from my deathbed. In God's name then, lady, said Janet, I must bid you adieu, and to God's charge I must commit you. Will you not fly with me then, Janet, said the Countess anxiously. Am I to lose thee? Is this thy faithful service? Lady, I would fly with you as willingly as bird ever fled from cage, but my doing so would occasion instant discovery and pursuit. I must remain and use means to disguise the truth for some time. May heaven pardon the falsehood, because of the necessity. And am I then to travel alone with this stranger, said the lady. Bethink thee, Janet, may not this prove some deeper and darker scheme to separate me perhaps from you, who are my only friend. No, madam, do not suppose it, answered Janet readily. The youth is an honest youth in his purpose to you, and a friend to Master Treselyan, under whose direction he is come hither. If he be a friend of Treselyan, said the Countess, I will commit myself to his charge as to that of an angel sent from heaven. For then Treselyan never breathed mortal man more free of whatever was base, false or selfish. He forgot himself whenever he could be of use to others. Alas, and how was he requited? With eager haste they collected the few necessaries which it was thought proper the Countess should take with her and which Janet with speed and dexterity formed into a small bundle, not forgetting to add such ornamentive intrinsic value as came most readily in her way, and particularly a casket of jewels which she wisely judge might prove service in some future emergency. The Countess of Lester next changed her dress for one which Janet usually wore upon any brief journey, for they just didn't necessary to avoid every external distinction which might attract attention. Here these preparations were fully made, the moon had arisen in the summer heaven, and all in the mansion had but taken themselves to rest, or at least to the silence and retirement of their chambers. There was no difficulty anticipated in escaping, whether from the house or garden, provided only they could elude observation. Anthony Foster had accustomed himself to consider his daughter as a conscious sinner, might regard a visible guardian angel, which notwithstanding his guilt, continued to hover around him. And therefore his trust in her knew no bounds. Janet commanded her own motions during the daytime, and had a master key which opened the poster and door of the park, so that she could go to the village at pleasure, either upon the household affairs, which were entirely confided to her management, or to attend her devotions at the meeting house of her sect. It is true the daughter of Foster was thus liberally entrusted under the solemn condition that she should not avail herself of these privileges, to do anything inconsistent with the safekeeping of the Countess. For so her residence at Cumbna Place had been termed, since she began a plate to exhibit impatience of the restrictions to which she was subjected. Nor is there reason to suppose that anything short of the dreadful suspicions, which the scene of that evening had excited, could have induced Janet to violate her word or deceive her father's confidence. But from what she had witnessed, she now conceived herself not only justified, but imperatively called upon to make her lady's safety the principal object of her care, setting all other considerations aside. The fugitive Countess, with her guide, traversed with hasty steps the broken and interrupted path, which had once been an avenue, now totally darkened by the boughs of spreading trees, which met above their head, and now receiving a doubtful and deceiving line from the beams of the moon, which penetrated where the axe had made openings in the wood. Their path was repeatedly interrupted by felled trees, or the large boughs which had been left on the ground, till time served to make them into faggots and bullets. The inconvenience and difficulty attending these interruptions, the breathless haste of the first part of their root, the exhausting sensations of hope and fear, so much affected the Countess's strength that Janet was forced to propose that they should pause for a few minutes to recover their breath and spirits. Both their foresters still beneath the shadow of a huge old gnarled oak tree, and both naturally looked back to the mansion, which they had left behind them, whose long dark front was seen in the gloomy distance with its huge stacks of chimneys, turrets and clockhouse, rising above the line of the roof, and definedly visible against the pure azure blue of the summer sky. One light only twinkled from the extended and shadowy mass, and it was placed so low that it rather seemed to glimmer from the ground in front of the mansion than from one of the windows. The Countess's terror was awakened. They follow us, she said, pointing out to Janet the light which thus alarmed her. Less agitated than her mistress, Janet perceived that the gleam was stationary and informed the Countess in a whisper that the light proceeded from the solitary cell in which the alchemist pursued his occult experiments. He is of those, she added, who sit up and watch by night that they may commit iniquity. Evil was the chance which sent hither a man whose mixed speech of earthly wealth and unearthly or superhuman knowledge, hath in it what does so especially captivate my poor father. While spoke the good master hold forth, and me thought not without meaning that those of our household should find therein a practical use. There be those, he said, and their number is Legion, who will rather, like the wicked Ahab, listen to the dreams of the false prophet Zedekiah, than to the words of him by whom the Lord is spoken. And he further insisted, oh, my brethren, there be many Zedekiahs among you, men that promise you the light of their carnal knowledge, so you will surrender to them that of your heavenly understanding. What are they better than the tyrant naus, who demanded the right eye of those who were subjected to him? And further he insisted. It is uncertain how long the Fair Puritan's memory might have supported her in the recapitulation of master hold forth's discourse, but the Countess now interrupted her and assured her she was so much recovered that she could now reach the poster without the necessity of a second delay. They set out accordingly and performed the second part of their journey with more deliberation, and of course more easily than the first hasty commencement. This gave them leisure for reflection, and Janet now, for the first time, ventured to ask her lady which way she proposed to direct her flight. Receiving no immediate answer, for perhaps in the confusion of her mind, this very obvious subject of deliberation had not occurred to the Countess. Janet ventured to add, Probably to your father's house, were you are sure of safety and protection? No, Janet, said the lady mournfully. I left Lincoe Hall while my heart was lied and my name was honorable, and I will not return dither to my Lord's permission and public acknowledgment of our marriage, restore me to my native home with all the rank and honor which he has bestowed on me. And whither will you then, madam? said Janet. To Kenilworth, girl, said the Countess boldly and freely. I will see these rebels, these princely rebels, the preparation for which makes the land ring from side to side. Me thinks when the Queen of England feasts within my husband's halls, the Countess of Lester should be no unbeseeming guest. I pray, God, you may be a welcome one. Said Janet hastily. You abuse my situation, Janet, said the Countess angrily, and you forget your own. I do neither, dearest madam, said the sorrowful maiden. But have you forgotten that the noble rule has given such strict charges to keep your marriage secret that he may preserve his court favour? And can you think that your sudden appearance at his castle, at such a juncture, and in such a presence, will be acceptable to him? Thou thinkest I would disgrace him, said the Countess. Nay, let go my arm. I can walk without aid, and work without counsel. Be not angry with me, lady, said Janet meekly, and let me still support you. The road is rough, and you are little accustomed to walk in darkness. If you deem me not so mean as may disgrace my husband, said the Countess, in the same resentful tone. You suppose my lord of lust are capable of abetting, perhaps of giving aim and authority to, the base proceedings of your father and Barney, whose errand I will do to the good earl. For God's sake, madam, spare my father in your report, said Janet. Let my services, however poor, be some atonement for his errors. I were most unjust, dear as Janet, were it otherwise, said the Countess, resuming at once the fondness and confidence of her manner towards her faithful attendant. No, Janet, not a word of mine shall do your father prejudice. But thou seeest my love. I have no desire but to throw myself on my husband's protection. I have left the abode he assigned for me, because it is a villainy of the persons by whom I was surrounded. But I will disobey his commands and no other particular. I will appeal to him alone. I will be protected by him alone. To no other, than at his pleasure, have I or will I communicate the secret union which combines our hearts and our destinies. I will see him and receive from his own lips the directions for my future conduct. Do not argue against my resolution, Janet. You will only confirm me in it. And to own the truth I am resolved to know my fate at once, and from my husband's own mouth, and to see Kim at Kenilworth is the surest way to attain my purpose. While Janet hastily revolved in her mind the difficulties and uncertainties attendant on the unfortunate lady's situation, she was inclined to alter her first opinion and to think, upon the whole, that since the Countess had withdrawn herself from the retreat in which she had been placed by her husband, it was her first duty to repair to his presence and possess him with the reasons for such conduct. She knew what importance the Earl attached to the concealment of their marriage and could not but own that by taking any step to make it public without his permission the Countess would incur in a high degree the indignation of her husband. If she retired to her father's house without an explicit avowal of her rank, her situation was likely greatly to prejudice her character, and if she made such an avowal, it might occasion an irreconcilable breach with her husband. At Kenilworth again she might plead her cause with her husband himself, whom Janet, though distrusting him more than the Countess did, believed incapable of being acessary to the base and desperate means which his dependence, from whose power the lady was now escaping, might resort to, in order to stifle her complaints of the treatment she had received at their hands. But at the worst, and were the Earl himself to deny her justice and protection, still at Kenilworth if she chose to make her wrongs public the Countess might have to assillian for her advocate and the queen for her judge. For so much Janet had learned in her short conference with Wayland. She was therefore on the whole reconciled to her lady's proposal of going towards Kenilworth, and so expressed herself, recommending however to the Countess the utmost caution to making her arrival known to her husband. "'Has thou thyself been cautious, Janet?' said the Countess, this guide, in whom I must put my confidence, has thou not entrusted to him the secret of my condition? "'From me he has learned nothing,' said Janet, nor do I think that he knows more than what the public in general believe of your situation.' "'And what is that?' said the lady. "'That you left your father's house. But I shall offend you again if I go on,' said Janet, interrupting herself. "'Nay, go on,' said the Countess. I must learn to endure the evil report which my folly has brought upon me. They think, I suppose, that I have left my father's house to follow lawless pleasure. It is an error which will soon be removed. Indeed it shall, for I will live with spotless fame, or I shall cease to live. I am accounted, then, the paramour of my lester.' "'Most men say of Varney,' said Janet. Yet some call him only the convenient cloak of his master's pleasures. For reports of the profuse expense and garnishing yonder apartments have secretly gone abroad. And such doings far surpass the means of Varney. But this latter opinion is little prevalent. For men dare hardly even hint suspicion when so high a name is concerned, lest the star chamber should punish them for scandal of the nobility. "'They do well to speak low,' said the Countess, who would mention the illustrious Dudley as the accomplice of such a wretched Varney. We have reached the poster. Ah, Janet, I must bid thee farewell. Weep not, my good girl,' said she, endeavouring to cover her own reluctance to part with her faithful attendant under an attempt at playfulness. And against we meet again, reform ye, Janet, that precise rough of thine for an open ravatine of lace and cut work. That will let men see thou hast a fair neck.' And that curdle of Philippine chency, with that bugle lace which befits only a chambermaid, into three-piled velvet and cloth of gold. Thou wilt find plenty of stuffs in my chamber, and I freely bestow them on you. Thou must be brave, Janet. For though thou art now but the attendant of a distressed and errant lady, who is both nameless and fameless. Yet when we meet again, thou must be dressed as becomes the gentleman newest in love and in service to the first countess in England. Now, may God grant it, dear lady,' said Janet. Not that I may go with gay or apparel, but that we may both wear our curdles over lighter hearts. By this time the lock of the poster and door had, after some hard wrenching, yielded to the master key, and the countess, not without internal shuttering, saw herself beyond the walls which her husband's strict commands had assigned to her as the boundary of her walks. Waiting with much anxiety for their appearance, Wayland Smith stood at some distance, shrouding himself behind a hedge, which bordered the high road. "'Is all safe?' said Janet to him anxiously as he approached them with caution. "'All,' he replied, "'but I have been unable to procure a horse for the lady, Giles Gosling, the cowardly hilding, refused me one on any terms whatever. Lest, forsooth, he should suffer. But no matter, she must ride on my palfrey, and I must walk by her side until I come by another horse. There will be no pursuit, if you, pretty mistress, Janet, forget not thy lesson. No more than the wise widow of Tekoa forgot the words which Joab put into her mouth, answered Janet. Tomorrow I say that my lady is unable to rise. I, in that she hath aching in heaviness of the head, athrobbing at the heart, endless not to be disturbed. Fear not, they will take the hint, and trouble thee with few questions. They understand the disease. "'But,' said the lady, "'my absence must be soon discovered, and they will murder her in revenge. I will rather return than expose her to such danger.' "'Viet ease on my account, madame,' said Janet. I would, you were sure of receiving the favour you desire, from those to whom you must make appeal, as I am that my father, however angry, will suffer no harm to befall me.' The Countess was now placed by women upon his horse, around the saddle of which he had placed his cloak. So folded is to make her a commodious seat. "'I do, and may the blessing of God wend with you,' said Janet, again kissing her mistress' hand, who returned her benediction with a mute caress. They then tore themselves asunder, and Janet, addressing Whelan, exclaimed, "'May heaven deal with you at your need, as you are true or false, to this most injured and most helpless lady.' "'Amen,' dearest Janet,' replied Whelan, "'and believe me, I will so equip myself with my trust as may tempt even your pretty eyes, st. like as they are, to look less scornfully on me when we next meet.' The latter part of this adieu was whispered into Janet's ear, and although she may no reply to it directly, yet her manner, influence no doubt, by her desire to leave every motive in force, which could operate towards her mistress' safety, did not discourage the hope which Whelan's words expressed. She re-entered the poster-endor and locked it behind her, while Whelan'd, taking the horse's bridle in his hand, and walking close by its head, they began in silence their dubious and moonlight journey. Although Whelan's myth used the utmost dispatch, which he could make, yet this mode of traveling was so slow that, when morning began to dawn through the eastern mist, he found himself no farther than about ten miles distant from Khamner. Now a plague upon all smooth-spoken hosts, said Whelan, unable longer to suppress his mortification and uneasiness. Had the false loon jowl's gossling, but told me plainly, two days since, that I was to reckon not upon him, I had shifted better for myself. But your hosts have such a custom of promising whatever is called for, that it is not till the steed is to be shod, you find they are out of iron. Had I but known I could have made twenty shifts, nay for that matter, and in so good a cause, I would have thought little to have pricked a prancer from the next common. It had but been sending back the brute to the head-barrow. The farcy and the founders confound every horse in the stables of the black bear. The lady endeavored to comfort her guide, observing that the dawn would enable him to make more speed. True, madam, he replied, but then it will enable other folk to take note of us, and that may prove an ill beginning of our journey. I had not cared a spark from anvil about the matter, had we been further advanced on our way. But this Berkshire has been notoriously haunting, ever since I knew the country, with that sort of malicious elves who sit up late and rise early, for no other purpose than to pry into other folk's affairs. I have been endangered by them here now. But do not fear, he added. Good madam, for wint meeting with opportunity will not miss to find a salve for every sore. The alarms of her guide made more impression on the Countess's mind than the comfort which she judged fit to administer along with it. She looked anxiously around her, and as the shadows withdrew from the landscape, and the heightening glow of the eastern sky, promised the speedy rise of the sun, expected at every turn that the increasing light would expose them to the view of the vengeful pursuers, or present some dangerous and insurmountable obstacle to the prosecution of their journey. Wayland Smith perceived her uneasiness, and displeased with himself for having given her cause of alarm, strode on with affected alacrity, now talking to the horse as one expert in the language of the staple, now whistling to himself low and interrupted snatches of tunes, and now assuring the lady there was no danger, while at the same time he looked sharply around to see that there was nothing in sight which might give the lie to his words while they were issuing from his mouth. Thus did they journey on, until an unexpected incident gave them the means of continuing their pilgrimage with more speed and convenience. End Chapter 23