 Book 1, Chapter 9, Part 1, of The Lancashire Witches. The Lancashire Witches, a romance of Pendle Forest, by William Harrison Ainsworth. Book 1, Alice and Device, Chapter 9, The Two Portraits in the Banqueting Hall, Part 1. The Banqueting Hall lay immediately under the Long Gallery, corresponding with it in all but height, and though, in this respect, it fell somewhat short of the magnificent upper room, it was quite lofty enough to admit of a gallery of its own, for spectators and minstrels. Great pains had been taken in decorating the hall for the occasion. Between the forest of stag's-horns that branched from the gallery rails were hung rich carpets intermixed with garlands of flowers, and banners painted with the arms of the Ashton family were suspended from the corners. Over the fireplace, where, despite the advanced season, a pile of turf and wood was burning, were hung two panoplies of arms, and above them, on a bracket, were set a complete suit of mail, once belonging to Richard Ashton, the first possessor of the mansion. On the opposite wall hung two remarkable portraits, the one representing a religious votress in a loose robe of black with wide sleeves, holding a rosary and missile in her hand, and having her brow and neck entirely concealed by the wimple in which her head and shoulders were enveloped, such as her features, as could be seen, were of extraordinary loveliness, though of a voluptuous character, the eyes being dark and languishing and shaded by long lashes, and the lips, carnation-hued and full. This was the fair votress, Etholda Heaton, who brought such scandal on the abbey in the reign of Henry VI. The other portrait was that of an avid, in the white gown and scapulary of the Cistercian order. The countenance was proud and stern, but tinctured with melancholy. In a small shield at one corner, the arms were blazoned. Argent, a fess between three mullets, sable, pierced of the field, a crescent for difference, proving it to be the portrait of John Paslew. Both pictures had been found in the Abbott's lodgings when taken possession of by Richard Ashton, but they owed their present position to his descendants, a Ralph, who, discovering them in an out-of-the-way closet where they had been cast aside, and struck with their extraordinary merit, hung them up as above stated. The long oaken table, usually standing in the middle of the hall, had been removed to one side, to allow free scope for dancing and other pastimes, but it was still devoted to hospitable uses being covered with trenches and drinking-cups, and spread for a substantial repast. Near it stood two carvers with aprons round their wastes, brandishing long knives, while the other yeoman of the kitchen and cellar were at hand to keep the trenches well supplied, and the cups filled with strong ale, or braggit as might suit the tastes of the guests. Nor were these the only festive preparations. The upper part of the hall was reserved for Sir Ralph's immediate friends, and here, on a slightly raised elevation, stood a cross-table, spread for a goodly supper, the snowy napery being ornamented with wreaths and ropes of flowers, and shining with costly vessels. At the lower end of the room beneath the gallery, which it served to support, was a gothic screen, embellishing an open armory, which made a goodly display of silver plates and wagons. Through one of the tourways contrived in this screen, the May Day revelers were ushered into the hall by old Adam Whitworth, the white-headed steward. "'I pray you be seated, good masters, and you too, comely dames,' said Adam, leading them to the table, and assigning each a place with his wand. "'Fall too, and spare not, for it is my honoured master's desire you should sup well. You will find that venison-pasti worth a trial, and the baked red deer in the centre of the table is a noble-dish. The fellow to it was served at Soralse's own table for dinner, and was pronounced excellent. "'I pray you try it, masters. Here needs scar, girl, mind your office, good fellow, and break me that deer. And you, poor Pimloth, exercise your craft on the venison-pasti.' And as trencher after trencher was rapidly filled by the two carvers, who demeaned themselves in their tasks like men acquainted with the powers of rusting appetite, the old steward addressed himself to the dames. "'What can I do for you, fair mistresses?' he said. "'Here be sack-bosses, junkets, and cream, for such as like them. French puffs, and Italian puddings. Right good, I won't you, and especially admired by my honourable good-lady. Indeed, I am not sure she hath not lent a hand to herself in the preparation.' "'There near be fritters in the course-fashion, made with curds of sack, posset eggs, and ale, and seasoned with nutmeg and pepper. You will taste them, I am sure, for they are favourites, while I was sovereign lady the queen. Hail, O Gregory Dix, and bestow yourselves dames, and pour forth a cup of sack for each of these dames. As you drink, mistresses, neglect not the health of our honourable good-master Sir Ralph and his lady. It is well. And it is well. I will convey to them both your dutiful good wishes. But I must see all your wants supplied. Good-day, Mopenshaw, you have not before you. Be prevailed upon to taste these dropped raisins, or fond pudding. And you too, sweet dame Tetlow, Squire Nicholas gave me special caution to take care of you, for the injunction is unneeded, as I should have done so without it. Another cup of canary to dame Tetlow, Gregory. To the brim, knave, to the very brim. To the health of Squire Nicholas, he added, in a low tone, as he handed the brimming goblet to the blushing dame. And be sure and tell him, if he questions you, that I obeyed his best to the best of my ability. I pray you taste this pippin' jelly dame. It has read as rubies, but not so read as your lips, or some leech of almonds, which, lily-white, though it be, is not to be compared with the teeth that shall touch it. Oh, it's hard, Mr. Steward. He wasn't learnt that pretty speech from the Squire himself, replied dame Tetlow, laughing. It may be the recollection of something said to me by him, brought to mind by your presence, replied Adam Whitworth gallantly. If I can serve you an order else, sign to me, dame. Now, nays, we'll look up, ale, or break it at your pleasure, masters. Wink and stint not, and you will the better please your liberal entertainer and my honoured master. Thus exhorted the guest sets seriously to work to fulfil the hospitable intentions of the provider of the feast. Cups flowed fast and freely, and ere long little was left of the venison pasty but the outer crust, and nothing more than a few fragments of the baked red deer. The lighter articles then came in for a share of attention, and salmon from the ribble, jack, trout, and eels from the Hodder and Calder, boiled, broiled, stewed, and pickled, and of delicious flavour, were discussed with infinite relish. Puddings and pastry were left to more delicate stomachs, the solids only being in request with the men. Hitherto the demolition of the viens had given sufficient employment, but now the edge of apesite beginning to be dulled, thongs were unloosed, and much merriment prevailed. More than eighty a number, the guests were dispersed without any regard to order, and thus the chief actors in the revel were scattered promiscuously about the table, diversifying it with their gay costumes. Robin Hood sat between two pretty female Morris dancers, whose partners had got to the other end of the table, while Ned Huddleston, the representative of Friar Tuck, was equally fortunate, having a buxom day on either side of him, towards whom he distributed his favours with singular impartiality. As porter to the Abbey, Ned made himself at home, and next to Adam Whitworth was perhaps the most important personage present, continually roaring for ale and pledging the damsels around him. From the way he went on it seemed highly probable he would be under the table before supper was over, but Ned Huddleston, like the burly priest who'd gone he wore, had a stout, bullied head, proof against all the salts of liquor, and the copious draughts he swallowed, instead of subduing him, only tended to make him more uproarious. Blessed also with lusty lungs, his shouts of laughter made the roof ring again, but if the strong liquor failed to make due impression upon him, the light cannot be said of Jack Roby, who it will be remembered, took the part of the fool, and who, having drunk over much, mistook the hobby-horse for a real steed, and in an effort to bestride it, fell head foremost on the floor, and being found incapable of rising was carried out to an adjoining room, and laid on a bench. This, however, was the only case of excess. For though the Sherwood foresters emptied their cups often enough to heighten their mirth, none of them seemed the worst for what they drank. Lawrence Blackrod, Mr. Parker's keeper, had fortunately got next to his old flame, Sukie Worsley, while Phil Rawson, the forester, who enacted Will Scarlett, and Nancy Holt, between whom an equally tender feeling subsisted, had likewise got together. A little beyond them sat the gentleman Usher and Parish Clark, Samson Harrop, who, peaking himself on his good manners, drank very sparingly, and was content to sup on sweet-meats, and a bowl of fleetings, as curds separated from whey are termed in this district. Tom the Piper and his companion the Tavorer ate for the next week, but were somewhat more sparing in the matter of drink, their services as minstrels being required later on. Thus the various guests enjoyed themselves according to their bent, and universal hilarity prevailed. It would be strange indeed, if it had been otherwise, for what with good cheer, and the bright eyes around them, the rustics had attained the point of felicity not likely to be surpassed. Of the numerous assemblage, more than half were of the fairer sex, and of these the greater portion were young and good-looking, while in the case of the morristancers their natural charms were heightened by their fanciful attire. Before supper was half over it became so dark that it was found necessary to illuminate the great lamp suspended from the centre of the roof, while other lights were set on the board, and two flaming torches placed in sockets on either side of the chimney-piece. Scarcely was this accomplished when the storm came on, much to the surprise of the weather-wise who had not calculated upon such an occurrence, not having seen any indication whatever of it in the heavens. But all were too comfortably sheltered and too well employed to pay much attention to what was going on without, and unless when a flash of lightning more than usually livid dazzled the gaze or a peal of thunder more appalling than the rest broke overhead, no alarm was expressed, even by the women. To be sure a little pretty trepidation was now then evinced by the younger damsels, but even this was only done with the view of exacting attention on the part of their swains, and never failed in effect. The thunderstorm therefore, instead of putting a stop to the general enjoyment, only tended to increase it. However, the last peal was loud enough to silence the most uproarious. The women turned pale, and the men looked at each other anxiously, listening to hear of any damage had been done, but as nothing transpired their spirits revived. A few minutes afterwards word was brought that the conventional church had been struck by a thunderbolt, but this was not regarded as a very serious disaster. The bearer of the intelligence was little Janet, who said she had been caught in the ruins by the storm, and after being dreadfully frightened by the lightning had seen a bolt strike the steeple and heard some stones rattle down, after which she ran away. No one thought of inquiring what she had been doing there at the time, but room was made for her at the supper-table next to Samson Harrop, while the good steward patting her on the head filled her a cup of canary with his own hand, and gave her some cakes to eat. I'd done a say, Alison," observed the little girl, looking round the table after she had drank the wine. Your sister is not here, Janet," replied Adam Whitworth with a smile. She is too great a lady for us now. Since she came up with her ladyship from the Green, she has been treated quite like one of the guests, and has been walking about the gardens and ruins all the afternoon with young Mistress Dorothy, who was taken quite a fancy to her. Indeed, for the matter of that, all the ladies seem to have taken a fancy to her, and she is now closeted with Mistress Nutter in her own room. This was gall and wormwood to Janet. She'll be hard to please when she goes home again after playing the fine dame here, pursued the steward. Then I hope she'll never come home again, rejoined Janet spitefully, for we'd done a want fine dames in our poor cottage. For my part, I do not wonder, Alice, and please is the gentle folks, observed Samson Harrop, since such pains have been taken with her manners and education, and I must say she does great credit to her instructor, who, for reasons unnecessary dimensions, shall be nameless. I wish I could say the same for you, Janet, but though you are not deficient in ability, you know perseverance or pleasure in study, and, or as much as I care to know, replied Janet, and more than you can teach me, Miss Harrop, why is Alice always to be thrown in my teeth? Because she is the best model you can have, rejoined Samson. I've had my own way with you, lass I'd mend your tempers and manners, but you've come from an ill stalker, saucy-hussy. I've come from the same stalker as Alice, and anyhow, said Janet. Oh, unluckily, that cannot be denied, replied Samson, that you're as different from her as light from darkness. Janet eyed him bitterly, and then rose from the table. And go. No, no, sit down, interposed the good-natured steward, that dancing and pastimes will begin presently, and you will see your sister. She will come down with the ladies. That's a very reason she wants to go, said Samson Harrop. The spiteful little creature cannot bear to see her sister better treated than herself. Go your ways, then. It's the best thing you can do. Alice would blush to see you here. Then I'd stay and vex her, replied Janet sharply. But I wouldn't sit next to you any longer, Mr. Samson Harrop, call yourself a gentleman-usher, or an odd gentleman at all. No, I don't like it, but merely parish clerk and schoolmaster and a poor schoolmaster to boot, and go and sit by sokey-worsely and nancy-old, with my see yonder. You felt your match, my star-up? said the steward, laughing as the little girl walked away. I should count it a disgrace to bandy-words with the like of her, Adam, rejoined the clerk angrily. But I am greatly out in my reckoning if she does not make a single mother dendike, and worse could not well with all her. Janet's society could have been well dispensed with by her two friends, but she would not be taken off. On the contrary, finding herself in the way, she only determined the more pertinaciously to remain, and began to exercise all her powers of teasing, which have been described as considerable, and which on this occasion proved eminently successful. And the worst of it was, there was no crushing the plaguey little insect. Any effort made to catch her only resulted in an escape on her part, and a new charge on some undefended quarter, with sharp as stinging and more intolerable buzzing than ever. Out of all patience, Zuckie Worsley at last exclaimed, I should like to see you swam crosswise at the cold and, Janet, as Nancy Redfern were this afternoon. Maybe you would, Zuckie, replied the little girl, but I am no so likely to be tried that way as yourself, lass, and if I was swam I should sing while you, with your broad back and shoulders, would be sure to float, and then you'll be counted a witch. Either not, Zuckie, said Blackrod, unable to resist a laugh, though the poor girl was greatly discomforted by this personal illusion. You may have a broad back of your own, and the broad of the better to my mind, but my word on't you'll never be tamed for a witch you're far too comely. This assurance was a balm to poor Zuckie's wounded pride, and she replied with a well-pleased smile. I hope I don't look like one, lorry. Not a bit, lass, said Blackrod, lifting a huge ale cup to his lips. You're health's sweet art. What think you then, then, Nancy Redfern? observed Janet. Is she no comely? Aye, comely a far-than-fat foobsy-sokey, eh? Oh, then, Nancy, all, be a yallahoe and freckled face, and yet you cure her a witch. I call thee one, thou few little ween, and the daughter, and the granddaughter of one. That's more, cried Nancy. Freckled is your own face, you miss-mannered minx. Nay, then, Nancy, said Phil Rawson, putting his arm round the angry damsel's waist, and drawing her gently down. Every one to his taste, and freckles and yeller, are so domine, so don't fret about it, and spoil your pretty lips with pouting. Better are freckles o' your face, and spots o' your heart, like that ill-fave a little lassie. Donner, Fender, Phil, said Nancy Holt, noticing with alarm the malignant look fixed upon her lover by Janet. She's dangerous. Phelps Tecca, replied Phil Rawson. But who the hell's that? I didn't notice him before, and he's no one-hour party. The latter observation was occasioned by the entrance of a tall personage in the garb of a Cistercian monk, who issued from one of the doorways in the screen, and glided towards the upper table, attracting general attention and misgiving as he proceeded. His countenance was cadaverous, his lips livid, and his eyes black and deeply sunken in their sockets, with a bistercoloured circle around them. His frame was meagre and bony. What remained of hair on his head was raven black, but either he was bald on the crown, or carried his attention to costume so far as to adopt the priestly tonsure. His forehead was lofty and sallow, and seemed stant like his features with profound gloom. His garments were faded and mouldering, and materially contributed to his ghostly appearance. Who is it? cried Suki and Nance together. But no one could answer the question. No, he doesn't look like being in this world! Observed Blackrod, gaping with alarm, for the stout keeper was easily assailable on the side of superstition, and there's a mouldy air about him that gives one the shivers to say. I often hear it say the abbey is haunted, and that pale-faced chap looks like one of those monks who risen from his grave to join our revel. And say, he looks this way! cried Phil Rawson. Oh, what flaming iron! They met their very flesh crawler-wands' bones. Is it a house, Lordy? said Suki, drawing nearer to the stout keeper. Bad a mask in that, I've gone to tell! replied Blackrod. But whatever it is, I'll protect ya. Take care of me, Phil, ejaculated Nancy Holt, pressing close to her lover's side. Ah, that I will! rejoined the forester. I don't have care for Goss, as long as you're near me, Phil, said Nance tenderly. Then I'll never leave ya, Nance! replied Phil. Ghost or not! said Janet, who had been occupied in regarding the newcomer attentively, and gone speak to it, aren't there feared if you are? Ah, do, Janet, there's a brave little lass! said Blackrod. Glad to be rid of her in any way. Stay! cried Adam Whitworth, coming up at the moment, and overhearing what was said, you must not go near the gentleman. I will not have him molested, or even spoken with till Sir Ralph appears. Meanwhile, the stranger, without returning the glances fixed upon him, ordaining to notice any of the company, pursued his way, and sat down in a chair at the upper table. But his entrance had been witnessed by others besides the rustic guests and servitors. Nicholas and Richard Ascherton chance to be in the gallery at the time, and greatly struck by the singularity of his appearance, immediately descended to make inquiries respecting him. As they appeared below, the old steward advanced to meet them. Oh, the devil if he got there, Adam, asked the squire, it passeth me almost to tell you, Master Nicholas, replied the steward, and not knowing whether the gentleman be invited, or not, I am fend away Sir Ralph's pleasure in regard to him. Have you no notion who he is? inquired Richard. All I know about him may be soon told, Master Richard, replied Adam. He is a stranger in these parts, and I have very recently taken up his abode in Whistler Hall, which has been abandoned of ledgers, as you know, and suffered to go to decay. Some few months ago, an ageing couple from Corn, named Hewitt, took possession of parts of the hall, and was suffered to remain there. The old catty Hewitt, or Mordy Heels, as she is familiarly termed by the common folk, is no very good repute hereabouts, and was driven, it is said, from Corn, owing to her practises as a witch, be that as it may, soon after these Hewitts were settled at Whistler Hall, comes this stranger, and fixes himself in another part of the hall. O he knows no one can tell, but it is said he rambles all night long, like a troubled spirit, about the deserted rooms, attended by Mordy Heels, while in the daytime he is never seen. Can he be of sound mind? asked Richard. Hardly so, I should think, asked Richard, replied the steward, as to who he may be, there are many opinions, and some are various, Francis Passlew, grandson of Francis, brother to the abode, and being a Jesuit priest, for you know the Passlews are all strict out here to the Old Vee, and that is why they have fled the country and abandoned their residence, and he is obliged to keep himself concealed. Hmm! If such be the case, he must be crazed in Dade to venture here, observed Nicholas, and yet I am half inclined to credit the report. Look at him, Dick, he is a very image of the old Abbot. Yon portrait might have been painted for him, said Richard, gazing at the picture on the wall, and from him to the monk, as he spoke. Very same garb, too. There is an old monastic robe upstairs in the closet adjoining the room occupied by Mistress Nutzer, observed the steward, said to be the garment in which Abbot Passlew suffered death. Some stains are upon it, supposed to be the blood of the wizard Demdike, who perished in an extraordinary manner on the same day. Ah, seen it, cried Nicholas, and the monk's habit looks precisely like it, and if my eyes to save me not is standing the same manner. I saw the spots plainly on the breast, cried Richard. How can he have procured the robe? Every one knows, replied the old steward. It is a very strange occurrence. I will go and question him, said Richard, so saying he proceeded to the upper table, accompanied by Nicholas. As they drew near, the stranger arose, and fixed a grim look upon Richard, who was a little in advance. It's the Abbot's ghost, cried Nicholas, stopping and detaining his cousin. You shall not address it! During the contention that ensued, the monk glided towards a side door at the upper end of the hall, and passed through it. So general was the consternation that no one attempted to stay him, nor would anyone follow to see whether he went. Just a length from the strong grasp of the squire. Richard rushed forth, and, not returning, Nicholas, after the lapse of a few minutes, went in search of him, but came back presently and told the old steward he could neither find him nor the monk. "'Bath of Richard will be back come on,' I'd they say, Adam,' he remarked. "'If not, I will make further search for him, but you would better not mention this mysterious occurrence to Sir Ralph. But only rents, not until the festivities are over, and the ladies have retired, it might disturb him. I fear the appearance of this monk bores no good to our family, and what makes it worse is it's not the first illumination that has befallen us to-day. Master Richard was unlucky enough to stand on Abbot Passleau's grave. "'Math's the honest, that was unlucky indeed,' cried Adam in great trepidation. "'Poor dear young gentleman, bid him take a special care of himself, good master Nicholas. I notice just now that your fearsome monk regarded him more attentive with than you. Bid him be careful, I can do you, sir. But here comes my honoured master and his guests. Your Gregory, deacon, bestow yourselves naives and serve supper at the upper table than at thrice. Any apprehensions Nicholas might entertain for Richard were at this moment relieved, for as Sir Ralph and his guests came in at one door, the young man entered by another. He looked deathly pale. Nicholas put his finger to his lips in token of silence, a gesture which the other signified that he understood. Sir Ralph and his guests, having taken their places at the table, an excellent and plentiful repast was speedily set before them, and if they did not do quite such ample justice to it as the hungry rustics at the lower board had done to the good things provided for them, the cook could not reasonably complain. No illusion whatever being made to the recent strange occurrence, the cheerfulness of the company was uninterrupted, but the noise in the lower part of the hall had in great measure subsided, partly out of respect to the host, and partly in consequence of the alarm occasioned by the supposed supernatural visitation. Richard continued silent and preoccupied, and neither ate nor drank, but Nicholas, appearing to think that his courage would be best sustained by an extra allowance of clarion sack, applied himself frequently to the goblet with that view, and ere long his spirits improved so wonderfully, and his natural boldness was so much increased that he was ready to confront Abbott Pastly or any other Abbott of them all, or ever they might chance to cross him. In this enterprising frame of mind he drew Richard aside, and questioned him as to what had taken place in his pursuit of the mysterious monk. You overtook him, Dick, of course, he said, and put it to him roundly while he came, either, and neither ghost nor Jesuit priest, whichever he may be or wanted. What answer did he have? Would I have been there to interrogate him? He should have declared how he became possessed of that old, moth-eaten, blood-stained monkish gown, or I would have unfrocked him, even if he had proved to be a skeleton. But I interrupt you. You have not told me what occurred at the interview. There was no interview, replied Richard gravely. No interview, echoed Nicholas, splurred man, but I must be careful for Dr. Omerod and Barton Dewhurst are within hearing, and may lecture me on the wantoness and profanity of swearing. By St. Gregory the Northbreak. No, that's an oath, too, and what's worth a popish oath. But I have several tremendous implications at my tongue's end, but they shall not out. It's a sinful propensity and must be controlled. In the word, then, you'll let him escape, Dick. If you were so anxious to stay him, I wonder you came not with me," replied Richard, but you now hold very different language from what you used when I quitted the hall. Ah, Tro, right, Dick," replied Nicholas, my sentiments have undergone a wonderful change since then. I now regret having stopped you. I, my Tro, if I meet that confounding monk again, he shall give a good account of himself, I promise him. But what's any to you, Dick? Make an end to your story. I have not begun it yet," replied Richard, but pay attention, and you shall hear what occurred. When I rushed forth the monk had already gained the entrance-hall. No one was within it at the time, all the serving men being busied here with the feasting. I summoned him to stay, but he answered not, and still grimly regarding me glided towards the outer door, which, I know not by what chance, stood open, and passing through it, closed it upon me. This delayed me a moment, and when I got out he had already descended the steps and was moving towards the garden. It was bright moonlight, so I could see him distinctly, and mark this, Nicholas, the two great bloodhounds were running about at large in the courtyard, but they slunk off, as if alarmed at his appearance. The monk had now gained the garden, and was shaping his course swiftly towards the ruined conventional church. Determined to overtake him, I quickened my pace, but he gained the old feign before me, and threaded the broken aisles with noiseless celerity. In the choir he paused and confronted me. When within a few yards of him I paused, arrested by his fixed and terrible gaze. Nicholas, his look froze my blood. I would have spoken, but I could not. My tongue closed to the roof of my mouth for very fear. Before I could shake off this apprehension the figure raised its hand menacingly thrice, and passed into the lacy chapel. As soon as he was gone my courage returned, and I followed. The little chapel was brilliantly illumined by the moon, but it was empty. I could only see the white monument of Sir Henry de Lacy glistening in the pain radiance. I must take a cup of wine after this horrific relation, said Nicholas, replenishing his goblet. It has chilled my blood as the monk's icy gaze froze yours. Body are me, but this is strange indeed. Another oath, Lord, help me. I shall never get rid of the inferno. I mean the evil habit. Will you not pledge me, Dick? The young man shook his head. No, wrong. Pursued Nicholas, that decidedly wrong. Wine gladly thwarted man, and restoreeth courage. A short while ago I was as downcast as you, melancholy as an owl, and timorous as a kid, but now I am resolute as an eagle, stout of heart, and cheerful as spirit, and all though into a cup of wine. Tie the ribbon in deck, and get rid of your gloom. You look like a death-head at the festival. What if you have stumbled on an elowment grave? What if you have been banned by a witch? What if you have stood face-to-face with the devil, or a ghost? Eat them not. Drink and set care at defiance, and not again say my own counsel, I shall fill my cup again, for in good sooth this is rare, clary, Dick. And, dug in a wine, you should taste some of the wonderful renish found in Nabot's cellar by our ancestor Richard Asherton. A century old, if it be a day, and yet cordial and corroborative and ever. These monks were lusty tempers, Dick. Now, sometimes wish I had been a Nabot myself, I should have made a rare father, confessor, especially to a pretty penitent. Here, Gregory, hide out of the master cellarer, and bid him fill me a goblet of old renish, the wine from Nabot's cellar. Now, understand this, don't say, better bring the flask. I have a profound respect for this venerable bottle, and will bear my devours to it. I away, good fellow, you will drink too much if you go on thus, remarked Richard. Not a drop, rejoined Nicholas, I must blithe as a lark, and would keep so. That's why I drink. But return to our gorse, since this place must be haunted, I would it were visited by spirits of a livelier kind than I'll baslo. There has he thought of eating, for instance. The fair Voteress would be the sort of ghost for me. I would not turn my back on her, but there's her manfully. Look at her, picture, Dick! Was ever countenance sweeter than hers? Lips more tempting, or eyes more melting? Is she not adorable? Zahans, he exclaimed, suddenly pausing and staring at the portrait. Would you believe it, Dick? The fair he saw, winked at me. I swear she did. I mean, I will venture to affirm upon oath, if required, that she winked. Sure, exclaimed Richard, the fumes of the wine have mounted your brain and disordered it. No such thing, cried Nicholas, regarding the picture as steadily as he could. She's leering at me now, by the Queen of Paphos, another wink. Nay, if you doubt me, watch her well yourself. A pleasant adventure this. Troost to this drunken foolery, cried Richard, moving away. Donken! It's death. Recall I've epithet, Dick! cried Nicholas angrily. I am no more drunk than yourself, your dog. I can walk as steadily and see as plainly as you, and I will maintain it at the point of the sword, that the eyes of that picture have lovingly regarded me. Nay, that they follow me now. A common delusion with the portrait, said Richard. They appear to follow me. But they do not wink at you as they do at me, said Nicholas. Nay, that at the lips break into smiles and display the pearly teeth beneath them as occurs in my case. Grim old Abbot's frown on you, but fair though frail butteress is, smile on me. I am the favoured mortal, Dick! Were it as you represent, Nicholas? replied Richard gravely. I should say indeed that some evil principle has at work till lure you through your passions to perdition. But I know they're all fancies engendered by your heated brain, which in your common moments you will discard, as I discard them now. If I have any weight with you, I counsel you to drink no more, or you will commit some mad foolery of which you will be ashamed hereafter. The discreta course would be to retire altogether, and for this you have ample excuse as you will have to arise betimes to-morrow to set out for Pendle Forest with master parts. Retire! exclaimed Nicholas, bursting into a loud, contemptuous laugh. I like that counsel, lad, yet I will retire when I have finished the old monastic relish which Gregor is bringing me. I will retire when I have danced the morises with the May Queen, the cushioned dance with Dame Tetler, and the brawl with the loveliest soul eaten. Another wink, Dick! Why, how ladish she has sensed to my proposition! When I have done all this, and somewhat more, it will be time to think of retiring. But I have the night before me, Dick, not to be sprinting drowsy unconsciousness, as thou recommendest, but in active pleasurable enjoyment. No man requires less sleep than I do. Ordinarily I retire, as thou termest it at ten, and rise with the sun. In summer I am abroad soon after three, and mend that if thou canst, Dick. Tonight I shall seek my couch about midnight, and yet I warrant me I shall be first stirring in the abbey, and in any case I shall be in the taddle before thee. It may be, replied Richard, but it was to preserve you from extravagance to-night that I volunteer the advice which from my knowledge of your character I might as well have withheld. But let me caution you on another point. Dance with Dame Tetlow, or any other dame you please. Dance with the fairy-solder heathen, if you can prevail upon her to descend from her frame and give you her hand. But I object, most decidedly, object to your dancing with Alice and device. Why so? cried Nicholas. Why should I not dance with whom I'd please? And what right hast thou to forbid me, Alice, and troth lad, art thou so ignorant of human nature as not to know that forbidden fruit is the sweetest? It hath ever been so since the fall. I now only the more bent up on dancing with the pro-impeded damsel, but I'd fair know the principle on which thou erectest thyself into her guardian. Is it because she fainted when thy sword was crossed with that hot-headed fool's as Thomas Metcalf, that thou flatterest thyself she's in love with thee? But ye not so sure of it, Dick? Many a timid wench has swooned at the sight of a naked weapon. Being enamoured of the swordsman, the fainting proves nothing. But grant she loves thee, what then? An end must be speedily come of it, so better finish that once before she can be entangled in a mesh from which she cannot be extracted without danger. For art thee, Dick, whatever thou mayst think, I am not so far gone that I know not what I say. Neither is my vision so much obscured that I see not some matters plainly enough, and I understand the analysis and well, and see through ye both. This matter must go no further. It has gone too far already. After tonight you must see her no more. I'm serious in this. Serious into the popular, if such a thing can be. It's necessary to observe caution for his reasons that will at once occur to thee. Thou canst not wed this girl. Then why trifle with her till her heart be broken? It shall never be by me, cried Richard. But I tell you, it will be broken, if you do not, this is that once. Rejoin, Nicholas. I was but jesting when I said I would rob you of her in the morisco. Though it would be charity to both, and spare you many a pang hereafter were I to put my threat into execution. However, I have a soft heart where art of love is concerned, and having pointed out the risk it will incur, I shall leave you to follow your own devices. But for Alice and Six, stop in time. You now speak soberly and sensibly enough, Nicholas, replied Richard, and I thank you heartily for your counsel, and if I do not follow it by withdrawing at once from a pursuit which may appear to you hopeless, if not dangerous, you will, I hope, give me credit for being actuated by worthy motives. I will at once and frankly admit that I love Alice and, knowing her, you may rest assured that I would sacrifice my life a thousand times rather than endanger her happiness. But there is a point in her history with which if you were acquainted it might alter your view of the case. But this is not the season for its disclosure. Neither, I am bound to say, does the circumstance so materially alter the apparent posture of affairs as to remove all difficulty. On the contrary, it leaves an insurmountable obstacle behind it. Are you wise then in going on? asked Nicholas. I know not, answered Richard. But I feel as if I were the sport of fate. Uncertain wither to turn for the best, I leave the disposition of my course to chance. But alas, he added sadly, all seems to point out that this meeting with Alice and will be my last. Well, cheer up, lad, said Nicholas. These afflictions are hard to bear, it's true. But somehow they got over, just as if your horse should fling you in the midst of edge when you are making a flying leap. You get scratched and bruised, but you scramble out and in a day or two are on your legs again. Love breaks no bones, that's one comfort. When at your age I was desperately in love, not with Mistress Nicholas Ascherton, heaven help the fond soul, but with—well, never mind with whom—but it was not a very prudent match. And so in my worldly wisdom I was obliged to cry off. A sad business it was. I thought I should have died of it, and made quite sure that the devoted girl would die first, in which case we were to occupy the same grave. But I was not driven to such a dire extremity, for before I'd kept house a week, Jack Walker, the keeper of Downham, made his appearance in my room, and after telling me of the mischief done by a pair of otters in the Ribble, finding me in a very desponding state, ventured to inquire if I'd heard the news. Expecting near the death of the girl, I prepared myself for an outburst of grief, and resolved to give immediate directions for a double funeral. When he informed me, what'd you think, Dick, that she was going to be married to himself? I recovered at once, and immediately went out to hunt the otters and rest, poor we had. But here comes Gregory, with the famous old Rhenish. Better take a cup, Dick. This is the best cure for the heart, Dick, and for all other aches and grievances. Ah, glorious stuff! It's a miraculous wine, he added, smacking his lips with extraordinary satisfaction after a deep draught. Those wordy fathers were excellent judges, and have great reverence for them. But where can Alison be all this while? So be as well. Now, over, and the dancing and passed out will commence anon, and yet she comes not. She is here, cried Richard. And as he spoke, Mistress Nutter and Alison entered the hall. Richard endeavored to read in the young girl's countenance some intimation of what had passed between her and Mrs. Nutter. But he only remarked that she was paler than before, and had traces of anxiety about her. Mistress Nutter also looked gloomy and thoughtful, and there was nothing in the manner or deportment of either to lead to the conclusion that a discovery of relationship between them had taken place. As Alison moved on, her eyes met those of Richard, but the look was intercepted by Mistress Nutter, who instantly called off her daughter's attention to herself. And while the young man hesitated to join them, his sister came quickly up to him, and drew him away in another direction. Left to himself, Nicholas tossed off another cup of the miraculous renish, which improved in flavor as he discussed it. And then, placing a chair opposite the portrait of his older heathen, filled the bumper, and uttering the name of the fair-voteress, drained it to her. This time he was quite certain he received a significant glance in return, and no one being near to contradict him, he went on indulging the idea of an amorous understanding between himself and the picture, till he had finished the bottle, and obtained as many ogles as he swallowed draughts of wine, upon which he rose and staggered off in search of Dame Tetlow. Book 1, Chapter 9, Part 2 of The Lancashire Witches The Lancashire Witches, a romance of Pendle Forest, by William Harrison Ainsworth. Book 1, Alice and Device. Chapter 9 The Two Portraits in the Banqueting Hall Part 2 Meanwhile, Mistress Nutter, having made her excuses to Lady Asherton for not attending the supper, walked down the hall with her daughter, until such time as the dancing and pastime should commence, as will be readily supposed under the circumstances. This part of the entertainment was distasteful to both of them, but it could not be avoided without entering into explanations, which Mistress Nutter was unwilling to make, and she therefore counseled her daughter to act in all respects as if she were still Alice and Device, and in no way connected with her. "'I shall take an early opportunity of announcing my tension to adopt you,' she said. "'Then you can act differently. Meantime, keep near me as much as you can. Say little to Dorothy or Richard Asherton, and prepare to retire early, for this noisy and riotous assemblage is not much to my taste, and I care not how soon I quit it.' Alice ascended to what was said, and stole the timid glance towards Richard and Dorothy, but the latter, who alone perceived it, instantly averted her head in such a way as to make it evident she wished to shun her regards. Slight as it was this circumstance occasioned Alice and much pain, for she could not conceive how she had offended her new maid friend, and it was some relief to encounter a party of acquaintances who had risen from the lower table at her approach, though did not presume to address her while she was with Mistress Nutter, but waited respectfully at a little distance. Alice, however, flew towards them. "'Ah, Susan! Ah, Nancy!' she cried, taking the hand of each. How glad I am to see you here, a new two Lawrence Blackrod, a new Phil Rawson, a new also good Master Harrop! How happy you all look!' "'And we're easein', Tweet Aliceon,' replied Blackrod, "'but we begin to be afraid we lost you, and that would have been a sore mishap to lose our Maid Queen, and the pittiest Maid Queen has ever danced in this hour, or any other in Lancashire.' "'We're drunk your health, Tweet Aliceon,' I did Phil, "'and wishin' you may be as happy as you deserve, with the money art, if any such lucky chap there be.' "'Thank you, thank you both,' replied Aliceon, blushing, "'and in return I cannot wish you better fortune, Philip, than to be united with a good girl near you, for I know her kindly disposition so well that I'm sure she'll make you happy.' "'Ah, satisfied aren't myself,' replied Rawson, "'and I all bear long shall be Mrs. B'lilcott, Oibol and Forrest, and at your place a visit, Aliceon, and see and judge for yourself how happy we may. Once we'll make a rare forester's wife.' "'Not a bit better than my suki,' cried Laurence Blackrod, "'you shall not get the start of me, Phil, for by the mess, the very same day as I see you wedded to Nancy all, shall find me united to suki-worsley. And so, Aliceon, we are two gottages, Oibol and Forrest, to visit, instead the one. "'And well pleased I shall be to visit them both,' she rejoined. At this moment Mr. Snutter came up. "'My good friends,' she said, as you appear to take so much interest in Aliceon, you may be glad to learn that it is my intention to adopt her as a daughter, having no child of my own, and that though her position henceforth will be very different from what it has been, I'm sure she will never forget her old friends.' "'Never, indeed, never,' cried Aliceon earnestly. "'This is good news, indeed,' cried Samson Harrop joyfully, while the others shared in his information. "'We all rejoice in Aliceon's good fortune, and think she richly deserves it. For my own part I was always sure she would have a rare look, but I did not expect such luck as this.' "'There has to be come a me,' cried Janet, coming from behind a chair where she had hitherto concealed herself. "'I will always take care of you,' replied Aliceon, stooping and kissing her. "'Do not promise more than you may be able to perform, Aliceon,' observed Mistress Nutter coldly, and regarding the little girl with a look of disgust, an ill-favoured little creature with the dim-dyed eyes. "'And as ill-tempered as she is ill-favoured,' replied Samson Harrop, and though she cannot help being ugly, she might help being malicious, Janet gave him a bitter look. "'You do her injustice, Master Harrop,' said Aliceon. "'Poor little Janet is quick-tempered, but not malevolent.' "'I can ate wheel if I can a love,' replied Janet, and gone recollect injuries if I forget kindnesses, but do not trouble yourself about me, sister. I do not envy you, you look. I do not want to be adopted by a grand dame, I am content as I am. But are you getting un-rather too fast, lass?' "'You must consent us to be angst, I suppose, before you leave her.' "'There is little fear of her refusal,' observed Mistress Nutter. "'I do not know that,' rejoined Janet, as she were to refuse it would not surprise me.' "'Nothing spiteful she could do would surprise me,' remarked Harrop. "'But how are you likely to know what your mother will think and do you forward, little Aussie?' "'I judge for circumstances,' replied the little girl. "'Mother has often said she can a wheel-spare, Aliceon, and Mistress Nutter may know that she can be very obstinate when she takes a whim into her head.' "'I do know it,' replied Mistress Nutter, and from my experience of her temper in former days, I should be loath to have you near me, who seem to inherit her obstinacy. "'You shall be skimmings, I wonder you wish to take Aliceon, madame,' said Janet, for she is as much of her mother about her as may, only she doth not choose to show it. "'Peace thou, mistuous urchin,' cried Mistress Nutter, losing all patience. "'Shall I take her away?' said Harrop, seizing her hand. "'I do,' said Mistress Nutter. "'No, no, let her stay,' cried Aliceon quickly. "'I shall be miserable, if she goes.' "'Oh, I am quite ready to go,' said Janet, for I care little for such sites as this. "'But if all I leave, I would fancy a few words to Mr. Potts, whom I see yonder.' "'What can you want with him, Janet?' cried Aliceon in surprise. "'Only to tell him what brother Jim has gone to Pendle for to-nate,' replied the little girl, with a significant and malicious look at Mistress Nutter. "'Hah!' muttered the lady. "'There is more malice in this little wasp than I thought, but I must rob it of its sting.' And while thus communing with herself, she fixed a searching look on Janet, and then, raising her hand quickly, waved it in her face. "'Oh!' cried the little girl, falling suddenly backwards. "'What's the matter?' demanded Aliceon, flying to her. "'Ah, I do not really know,' replied Janet. "'She sees with a sudden faintness,' said Harrop. "'Better she should go home than at once. I'll find somebody to take her.' "'Oh, no, I'll sit down here,' said Janet. "'Ah, shall be better soon.' "'Come along, Aliceon,' said Mistress Nutter, apparently unconcerned at the circumstance. Having confided the little girl, who was now recovered from the shock to the care of Nancy Holt, Aliceon followed her mother. At this moment Sir Ralph, who had quitted the supper-table, clapped his hands loudly, thus giving the signal to the minstrels, who, having repaired to the gallery, now struck up a merry tune. And instantly the whole hall was in motion. Snatching up his wand, Samson Harrop hurried after Aliceon, beseeching her to return with him, and join a procession about to be formed by the revelers, and, of course, as may Queen and the most important in it, she could not refuse. Very short space suffice the Morris dancers to find their partners. Robin Hood and the foresters got into their places. The hobby-horse curvited and capered. Friar Tuck resumed his droleries. And even Jack Roby was so far recovered as to be able to get on his legs, though he could not walk very steadily. Marshalled by the gentleman Usher, and headed by Robin Hood and the May Queen, the procession reached round the hall, the minstrels playing merrily the while, and then drew up before the upper table, where a brief oration was pronounced by Sir Ralph. A shout that made the rafters ring again followed the address, after which a coranto was called for by the host, who, taking Mistress Nicholas Asherton by the hand, led her into the body of the hall, wither he was speedily followed by the other guests, who had found partners in like manner. Before relating how the ball was opened, a word must be bestowed upon Mistress Nicholas Asherton, whom I have neglected nearly as much as she was neglected by her unworthy spouse, and I therefore hasten to repair the injustice by declaring that she was a very amiable and very charming woman, and danced delightfully. And recollect, ladies, these were dancing days—I mean days when knowledge of figures, as well as skill, was required, more than twenty forgotten dances being invoked, the very names of which may surprise you as I recapitulate them. There was the Pasa Mitzu, a great favourite with Queen Elizabeth, who used to foot it merrily, when, as you are told by Grey, the great Lord Keeper led the brawls, and seals and maces danced before him. The Grave Pavan, likewise a favourite with the Virgin Queen, and which I should like to see supersede the Eternal Polka, at Almanac's and elsewhere, and in which five was the number of the music's feet, which still the dance did with five paces meet. The Coranto, with its current traverses, sliding passages and solemn tune, were in, according to Sir John Davis, that dancer greatest praise hath won, who with the best order can all order shun. The Lavolta also delineated by the same knowing hand, where arm in arm to dancers are entwined, and whirl themselves with strict embracements bound, and still their feet and anapest do sound. Is not this very much like a waltz? Yes, ladies, you have been dancing the Lavolta of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries without being aware of it. But there was another waltz, still older, called the Salteres, which I suspect answered to your favourite polka. Then there were brawls, galeards, pastries, sarabans, country dances of various figures, cushion dances, another dance I longed to see revived, kissing dances and rounds, any of which are better than the objectionable polka. Thus you will see that there was infinite variety at least at the period under consideration, and that you have rather retrograded than advanced in the saltatory art. But to return to the ball. Master's Nicholas Ashton, as I have said, excelled in the graceful accomplishment of dancing, and that was probably the reason why she had been selected for the Caranto by Sir Ralph, who knew the value of a good partner. By many persons she was accounted the handsomest woman in the room, and in dignity of carriage she was certainly unrivaled. This was precisely what Sir Ralph required, and, having executed a few current traverses and sliding passages with her, with the gravity and stateliness worthy of Sir Christopher Hatton himself, when graced by the hand of his sovereign he conducted her amid the hushed admiration of the beholders to a seat. Still the dance continued with unabated spirit. All those engaged in it running up and down or turning and winding with unlooked for change, Allison's hand had been claimed by Richard Ashton, and next to the stately host and his dignified partner they came in for the largest chair of admiration and attention. And if the untutored girl fell short of the rail, she made up for the want of them in natural grace and freedom of movement, for the display of which the Caranto, with its frequent and impromptu changes, afforded ample opportunity. Even Sir Ralph was struck with her extreme gracefulness and pointed her out to Mistress Nicholas, who, unenviying and amiable, joined heartily in her praises. Overhearing what was said, Mistress Nutter thought it a fitting opportunity to announce her intention of adopting Sir Ralph, and though Sir Ralph seemed a good deal surprised at the suddenness of the declaration, he raised no objection to the plan, but on the contrary, applauded it. But another person, by no means disposed to regard it in an equally favourable light, became acquainted with the intelligence at the same time. This was Master Potts, who instantly set his wits at work to discover its import. Ever on the alert, his little eyes, sharp as needles, had detected Janet among the rustic company, and he now made his way towards her, resolved by dint of cross-questioning and otherwise to extract all the information he possibly could from her. The dance over, Richard and his partner wandered towards a more retired part of the hall. Why does your sister shun me? inquired Allison, with the look of great distress. What can I have done to offend her? Whenever I regard her, she averts and as I approached her just now she moved away, making it evident she designed to avoid me. If I could think myself in any way different from what I was this morning when she treated me with such unbounded confidence and kindness, or accused myself of any offence towards her even in thought I could understand it. But as it is her present coldness appears inexplicable and unreasonable, and gives me great pain. I would not forfeit her regard and therefore beseech you to tell me what I have done amiss that I may endeavour to repair it. You have done nothing, nothing whatever, sweet girl," replied Richard. It is only Caprice on Dorothy's part, and except that it distresses you, her conduct, which you justly call unreasonable, does not deserve a moment's serious consideration. Oh, no, you cannot deceive me thus," cried Allison. She is too kind, too well judging to be capricious. Something must have occurred to make her change her opinion of me. Though what it is I cannot conjecture. I have gained much today more than I had any right to expect, but if I have forfeited the good opinion of your sister, the loss of her friendship will counterbalance all the rest. But you have not lost it, Allison, replied Richard earnestly. Dorothy has got some strange notions into her head which only require to be combated. She does not like Mistress Nutter, and is peaked and displeased by the extraordinary interest which that lady displays towards you, that's all. But why should she not like Mistress Nutter? inquired Allison. No, there is no accounting for fancies. Returned Richard with a faint smile, I do not attempt to defend her, but simply offer the only excuse in my power for her conduct. I am concerned to hear it, said Allison sadly, because henceforth I shall be so intimately connected with Mistress Nutter that this is strangement which I hoped only arose from some trivial cause, and merely required a little explanation to be set aside, may become widened and lasting. Knowing everything to Mistress Nutter I must dispouse her cause, and if your sister like her not, she likes not me in consequence, and therefore we must continue divided. But surely her dislike is a very recent date and cannot have any strong hold upon her, for when she and Mistress Nutter met this morning a very different feeling seemed to animate her. So indeed it did, replied Richard, visibly embarrassed and distressed. And since you have made me acquainted with the new tie and interest you have formed I can only regret alluding to the circumstance. That you may not misunderstand me, said Allison, I will explain the extent of my obligations to Mistress Nutter, and then you will know much I am bounden to her. Childless herself, greatly interested in me, and feeling for my unfortunate situation, with infinite goodness of heart she has declared her intention of removing me from all chance of baneful influence, from the family with whom I have hitherto been connected by adopting me as her daughter. I should indeed rejoice as this, said Richard, were it not that and he stopped, gazing anxiously at her. When at what? cried Allison, alarmed by his looks. What do you mean? Do not press me further, he rejoined. I cannot answer you, indeed I have said too much already. You have said too much or too little, cried Allison. Speak, I implore you. What mean these dark hints which you throw out and which like shadows elude all attempts to grasp them? Do not keep me in this state of suspense and agitation. Your looks speak more than your words. Oh, give your thoughts utterance. I cannot," replied Richard. I do not believe what I have heard, and therefore will not repeat it. It would only increase the mischief. But oh, tell me this, was it indeed to remove you from the baneful influence of Elizabeth's device that Mistress Nutter adopted you? Other motives may have swayed her and I have said they did so, replied Allison, but that wish no doubt had great weight with her. Nay, not withstanding her abhorrence of the family, she has kindly consented to use her best endeavours to preserve little Janet from further ill, as well as to reclaim poor misguided Elizabeth herself. Oh, what a weight you have taken from my heart," cried Richard joyfully. I will tell Dorothy what you say and it will at once remove all her doubt and suspicion. She will now be the same to you as ever and to Mistress Nutter. You see, what those doubts and suspicions were, since you so confidently promise me this, which is all I desire," replied Allison, smiling, but any unfavourable opinions entertained of Mistress Nutter are wholly undeserved. Poor lady, she has endured many severe trials and sufferings, and whenever you learn the whole of her history she will, I am sure, have your sincere sympathy. You have certainly produced a complete revolution in my feelings towards her, said Richard, and I shall not be easy till I have made a light convert of Dorothy. At this moment a loud clapping of hands was heard and Nicholas was seen marching toward the centre of the hall, preceded by the minstrels, who had descended for the purpose from the gallery and bearing in his arms a large red velvet cushion. As soon as the dancers had formed a wide circle round him, a very lively tune called Joan Sanderson, from which the dance was about to be executed, sometimes received its name, was struck up, and the squire, after a few preliminary flourishes set down the cushion and gave chase to Dame Tetlow, who, threading her way rapidly through the ring, contrived to elude him. This chase, accompanied by music, excited shouts of laughter on all hands, and no one knew which most to admire, the eagerness of the squire, or the dexterity of the less of Dame in avoiding him. Exhausted at length and baffled in his quest Nicholas came to a halt before Tom the Piper, and taking up the cushion thus preferred his complaint, this dance it can no further go, no further go. Whereupon the Piper chanted in reply, I pray you good sir, why say you so? Why say you so? Amidst general laughter the squire tenderly and touchingly responded, because Dame Tetlow will not come too, will not come too. Whereupon Tom the Piper, waxing furious, blew a shrill whistle accompanied by an encouraging rattle of the tambourine, and enforcing the mandate by two or three energetic stamps on the floor delivered himself in this fashion, she must come too, and she shall come too, and she must come whether she will or no. Upon this, two of the prettiest female taking each a hand of the blushing and overheated Dame Tetlow, for she had found the chase rather warm work, let her forward, while the squire, advancing very gallantly, placed the cushion upon the ground before her, and as she knelt down upon it, bestowed a smacking kiss upon her lips. This ceremony being performed amidst much tittering and flustering, accompanied by many knowing looks and some expressed wishes among the swains, who hoped that their tyron might come next, and the squire, seizing her hand, they began to whisk round in a sort of jig, singing merrily as they danced. Prinkam Prankam is a fine dance, and we shall dance it once again, once again, and we shall dance it once again. And they made good the words too, for on coming to a stop, Dame Tetlow snatched up the cushion and ran in search of the squire, who, retreating among the surrounding damsels, made sad havoc among them, receiving a pretty pair of lips unvisited. Oh, Nicholas, Nicholas, I am totally ashamed of you, and regret becoming your historian. You get me into an infinitude of scrapes, but there is a rod in pickle for you, sir, which shall be used with good effect presently. Tired of such unprofitable quest, Dame Tetlow came to a sudden halt, addressed the piper as Nicholas had addressed him, and receiving a like answer, he had come forward, but as he knelt down on the cushion, instead of receiving the anticipated salute, he got a sound box on the ears. The dave actuated probably by some feeling of jealousy, taking advantage of the favorable opportunity afforded her of avenging herself. No one could refrain from laughing at this unexpected turn in affairs. And Nicholas, to do him justice, took it in excellent part, and laughed louder than the rest. Springing to his feet, he snatched the kiss denied him by the spirited Dame, and led her to obtain some refreshment at the lower table of which they both stood in need. While the cushion, being appropriated by other couples, other boxes on the ear and kisses were interchanged, leading to an infinitude of merriment. Long before this, Master Potts had found his way to Janet, and as he drew near, affecting to notice her for the first time, he made some remarks upon her not looking very well. Indeed, and I am there very well, replied the little girl, but I know how to thank for my ailment. Your sister most probably, suggested the attorney, it must be very vexatious to see her so much noticed and be yourself so much neglected. Very vexatious indeed, I quite feel for you. I didn't want your favour, replied Janet, nettled by the remark, but it was not my sister as made me ill. My little dear, said Potts, tell her dear me, retorted Janet, you're too civil by half, as the lamb said to the wolf, but sin ye man, no, it was Mistress Nutter. Aha, very good, I mean very bad, cried Potts. What did Mistress Nutter do to you, my little dear? Don't be afraid of telling me if I can do anything for you, I should be very happy. Speak out, and don't be afraid. Yeah, for sure, I'm not afraid, returned Janet, but what makes you so inquisitive? You want to get some of that to me, I can say that plenty enough, and as you stand there glinting at me with your sly little eye, and you look like an old fox ready to snap up a chicken at the first opportunity. Your comparison is not very flattering, Janet, replied Potts, but I pass it by for the sake of its cleverness. You're a sharp child, Janet, a very sharp child. I remarked that from the first moment I saw you. But in real hard to Mistress Nutter she seems very nice lady, and must be a very kind lady, since she has made up her mind to adopt your sister. Not that I'm surprised at her determination for really, Ellison is so superior, so unlike. No, you would say, interrupted, Janet. Don't be afraid to speak out, sir. No, no, replied Potts, on the contrary, there's a very great likeness between you. I saw you as sisters at once. I don't know which is the cleverest or prettiest, but perhaps you are the sharpest. Yes, you are the sharpest, undoubtedly, Janet, if I wish to adopt any one, which unfortunately I am not in the condition to do, having only a bachelor's chambers and an enchantery lane, it should be you, but I can put you in a way of making you a fortune, Janet, and that's the next best thing to adopting you. Indeed, it's much better in my case. May fortune, replied the little girl, pricking up her ears. Ah, I should like to know how you would contrive that. I'll show you how directly, Janet, return Potts, pay particular attention to what I say and think it over carefully when you are by yourself. You're quite aware that there is a great talk about witches in these Potts and if I may speak it without a fence to you, your own family came under the charge. There is your grandmother, Demdike, and some notorious witch. Your mother, Demdike, suspected. Your brother, James, suspected. Well, sir, cried Janet, eyeing him sharply. What does all this suspicion tend to? You shall hear, my little dear. Return Potts, it would not surprise me if every one of your family including yourself should be arrested, shut up in Lancaster Castle, and burnt for witches. Ah, lack of day, and this you could make in me fortune, cried Janet, derisively, much obliged to you that I'd leave her be without the look. Listen to me, pursued Potts, chuckling, and I will point out to you a way of escaping the general fate of your family, not merely of escaping it, but of acquiring a large reward. And that is by giving evidence against them, by telling all you know. You'll understand, eh? I think I do understand, replied Janet sullenly, and so this is your grand scheme, eh, sir? This is my scheme, Janet, said Potts, and a notable scheme it is, my little lass. Think it over, you're an admissible and indeed a desirable witness, for our sagacious sovereign has expressly observed that Ben's—I believe you call children Ben's in Lancaster, Janet—your course dialect very much resembles the Scottish language in which our learned monarch writes as well as he speaks. Ben's says he, or wives, or never-so-deferring persons, may of our law serve for sufficient witnesses and proofs, for who but witches can be proofs, and so witnesses on the doings of witches. But I'm no witch, I'll tell you, man," cried Janet angrily, but you're a witch's Ben, my little lassy, replied Potts, and that's just as bad, and you'll grow up to be a witch in due time, that is if your career be not cut short. I'm sure you must have witnessed some strange things when you visited your grandmother at Mork in D'Ar, that, if I mistake not, is the name of her abode, and a fearful and witchlike name it is. You must have heard frequent mutterings and curses, spells, charms, and diabolical incantations, beheld strange and monstrous visions, listened to threats uttered against people who have afterwards perished unaccountably. I've heard and seen out at Zart," replied Janet, but I've seen my mother threaten you. Ah, indeed! cried Potts, forcing a laugh, but looking rather blank afterwards. And how did she threaten me, Janet, eh? But no matter. Let that pass for the moment. As I was saying, you must have seen mysterious proceedings, both at Malk in Taur and your own house. A black gentleman with a club foot must visit you occasionally, and your mother must now and again say once a week, take a fancy to riding on a broomstick. Are you quite sure you have never ridden on one yourself, Janet, and got whisked up the chimney without being aware of it? It's the common witch conveyance, which is expeditious and agreeable, but I can't vouch for it myself. Possibly, though you're rather young, but possibly I say you may have attended a witch's sabbath, and seen a huge he-goat with four horns on his head and a large tail, seated in the midst of a large circle of devoted admirers. If you have seen this, and can recollect the names and faces of the assembly, it would be highly important. Reply, Janet, but I'm now quite so familiar with all scratters you're saying to suppose. Has it ever occurred to you that Allison might be addicted to these practices, pursued parts, and that she obtained her extraordinary and otherwise unaccountable beauty by some magical process, some charm, some diabolical anger, and prepared as the Lord Keeper of the Privy Seals, the singularly learned Lord Bacon declares, from fat of unbaptised babes, compounded with henbane, hemlock, mandrake, moonshade, and other terrible ingredients. She could not be so beautiful without some such aid. That shows I little you know about it, reply Janet, Allison is as good as she's pretty, and donny you'll think to waddle me into saying I'd again for you, when it do it, I'd die rather than I'm a hair of her head. Very praiseworthy indeed, my little dear," replied Pots, ironically, I honour you if you're sisterly affection, but notwithstanding all this, I cannot help thinking she has bewitched Mistress Nutter. Like a Mr. Nutter has bewitched her, replied Janet. Ah, then you think Mr. Nutter is a witch, eh? cried Pots eagerly. Ah, no tell you what I think, mon, rejoined Janet doggedly. But hear me, cried Pots, I have my own suspicions also, eh, more than suspicions. If you're so sure you don't want me, said Janet. But I want a witness, pursued Pots, and if you'll serve as one, well you give me, said Janet. Whatever you like, rejoined Pots, only name the some. So you can prove the practice of witchcraft against Mr. Nutter, eh? Janet nodded. Oh, my brother, Jim, he's gone to Pendletonate, she said. Very much indeed, replied Pots, drawing still nearer to her. Very much indeed. The little girl was about to speak. But on a sudden a sharp convulsion agitated her frame. Her utterance totally failed her, and she fell back in the seat, insensible. Very much startled, Pots flew in search of some restorative. And on doing so, he observed Mr. Nutter moving away from this part of the hall. She has done it! he cried, a piece of witchcraft before my very eyes. Has she killed the child? No, she breathes, and her pulse beats, though faintly. It is only in a swoon, but at deep and death like one. It would be useless to attempt to revive her. She must come to in her own way, or at the pleasure of the wicked woman who has thrown her into this condition. I have now an assured witness in this girl, but I must keep watch upon Mr. Nutter's further movements. And he walked cautiously after her. As Richard had anticipated, his explanation was perfectly satisfactory to Dorothy, and the young lady who had suffered greatly from the restraint she had imposed upon herself flew to Allison and poured forth excuses which were as readily accepted as they were freely made. They were instantly as great friends as before, and their brief engagement only seemed to make them dearer to each other. Dorothy could not forgive herself, and Allison assured her that there was nothing to be forgiven, and so they took hands upon it and promised to forget all that had passed. Richard stood by, delighted with the change, and wrapped in the contemplation of the object of his love, who thus engaged seemed to him more beautiful than he had ever beheld her. Towards the close of the evening, while all three were still together, Nicholas came up and took Richard aside. The squire looked flushed, and there was an undefined expression of alarm in his countenance. What is the matter? inquired Richard, dreading to hear of some new calamity. How you not noticed it, Dick? said Nicholas in a hollow tone. The portrait's gone! What portrait? exclaimed Richard, forgetting the previous circumstances. The portrait of a soldier was seen. Returned Nicholas, becoming more supportful in his accents as he proceeded, it has vanished from the wall. See and believe. Who has taken it down? cried Richard, remarking that the picture had certainly disappeared. No mortal land! replied Nicholas. It has come down of itself. I know what would happen, Dick. I told you. Forgive me then, and now you see your mistake. I see nothing but the bare wall, said Richard. But you will see something anondick. Rejoined Nicholas with a hollow laugh and in a dismally deep tone. You will see it all herself. I was foolhardy enough to invite her to dance the brawl with me. She smiled her assent and winked at me thus. Very significantly. I protest to you, as good as her word. Absurd, exclaimed Richard. Absurd, sayest thou, thou art an infidel and believe is nothing, Dick, cried Nicholas. Just thou not see that the picture is gone. She will be here presently. Ah, the brawl's called for the very dance I invited her to. She must be in the room now. Ah, I will go and search of her. Look out, Dick. Thou wilt behold the sight I'll make thine hair stand on end. And he moved away with a rapid but uncertain step. The potent wine has confused his brain, said Richard. I must see that no mischance befalls him. And, waving his hand to his sister, he followed the squire, who moved on, staring inquisitively into the countenance of every pretty damsel he encountered. Time had flown fleetly with Dorothy and Allison, who, accompanied with each other, had taken little note of its progress and were surprised to find how quickly the hours had gone by. Meanwhile several dances had been performed, a morrisque in which all the May Day revelers took part, with the exception of the Queen herself, who, notwithstanding the united treatise of Robin Hood and her Gentleman Usher, could not be prevailed upon to join it. A trench moor, a sort of long country dance extending from top to bottom of the hall, and in which the whole the rustic stood up. A galleyard, confined to the more important guests, and in which both Allison and Dorothy were included, the former dancing, of course, with Richard, and the latter with one of her cousins, young Joseph Robinson, and a jig, quite promiscuous and unexclusive, and not the less merry on that account. In this way, what with the dances which were of some duration, the trench moor alone occupying more than an hour, and the necessary breathing time between them, it was on the stroke of ten, without anybody being aware of it. Now this, though a very early hour for a modern party, being about the time when the first guest would arrive, was a very late one, even in fashionable assemblages at the period in question, and the guests began to think of retiring, when the brawl intended to wind up the entertainment was called. The highest animation still prevailed throughout the company, for the generous host had taken care that the intervals between the dances should be well filled up with refreshments, and large bowls of spiced wines with burnt oranges and crabs floating in them were placed on the side table, and liberally dispensed to all applicants. Thus all seemed destined to be brought to a happy conclusion. Throughout the evening Alice and had been closely watched by Mistress Nutter, who remarked with feelings akin to jealousy and distrust, the marked predilection prohibited by her for Richard and Dorothy Asherton, as well as her inattention to her own expressed injunctions in remaining constantly near them. Though secretly displeased by this, she put a calm face upon it, and neither remonstrated by word or look. Thus Alice, feeling encouraged in the course she had adopted, and prompted by her inclinations, soon forgot the interdiction she had received. Mistress Nutter even went so far in her duplicity, as to promise Dorothy that Alice should pay her an early visit at Middleton, though inwardly resolving no such visit should ever take place. However, she now received the proposal very graciously, and made Alice quite happy in exceeding to it. I would feign have her go back with me to Middleton when I return, said Dorothy, but I fear you would not like to part with your newly adopted daughter so soon, neither would it be quite fair to rob you of her, but I shall soon hold you to your promise of an early visit. Mistress Nutter replied by a bland smile, and then observed to Alice that it was time for them to retire, and that she had stayed on her account far later than she intended, a mark of consideration duly appreciated by Alice. Fair wells for the night were then exchanged between the two girls, and Alice looked round to bid her due to Richard, but unfortunately at this very juncture he was engaged in pursuit of Nicholas. Before quitting the hall, she made inquiries after Janet, and receiving for answer that she was still in the hall, but had fallen asleep in a chair at one corner of the side-table, and could not be awakened, she instantly flew thither, and tried to rouse her, but in vain. When Mistress Nutter, coming up the next moment, merely touched her brow, and the little girl opened her eyes and gazed about her with a bewildered look. She is unused to these later hours, poor child, said Alice, and someone must be found to take her home. You need not go far in search of a convoy, said Potts, who had been hovering about, and now stepped up. I am going to the dragon myself, and should be happy to take charge of her. You are over-officious, sir, rejoined Mistress Nutter coldly. When we need your assistance, we will ask it. My own servant, Simon Blackadder, will see her safely home. And that a sign from her, at all fellow with the dark, scowling countenance, came from among the other serving men, and receiving his instructions from his mistress, seized Janet's hand, and strode off with her. During all this time, Mistress Nutter kept her eyes steadily fixed on the little girl, who spoke not a word, nor replied even by a gesture to Alice and the affection at good night, retaining her dazed look to the moment waiting the hall. I never saw her thus before, said Alice, and what can be the matter with her? I think I could tell you. Rejoined Potts, glancing maliciously and significantly at Mistress Nutter, the lady darted an hourful and piercing look at him, which seemed to produce much the same consequences as those experienced by Janet, for his visage instantly elongated, and he sank back in a chair. Oh, dear! he cried, touching his hand to his head. I'm struck all over heep. I feel a sudden quarm, a giddiness, a sort of, you know, howishness. Oh, there! some aquavita, or imperial water, or cinnamon water, or whatever, reviving cordial maybe at hand. I feel very ill. Oh, very ill indeed. Oh, dear! While his requirements were attended to, Mistress Nutter moved away with her daughter. But they had not proceeded far and wanted Richard, who, having fortunately described them, came up to say good night. The brawl, meanwhile, had commenced, and the dancers were whirling round giddily in every direction. Somewhat like the couples in a grand polka, danced after a very boisterous romping and extravagant fashion. Who is Nicholas dancing with? asked Mistress Nutter suddenly. Is he dancing with any one? Rejoined Richard, looking to see her, said Mistress Nutter, a very beautiful woman with flashing eyes. They move so quickly that I can scarcely discern her features, but she is habited like a nun. Like a nun, cried Richard, his blood growing chill in his veins. To she indeed, then, where is he? Yonder whirling madly round, replied Mistress Nutter. I see him now, said Richard, but he is alone. He has lost his wits to dancing that strange manner by himself. How wild too is his gaze! I tell you he is dancing with a very beautiful woman in the habit of a nun, said Mistress Nutter. Strange I should never have remarked her before. No one in the room is to be compared with her in loveliness. Not even Alice, her eyes seem to flash fire, and she bounds like a wild roe. Does she resemble the portrait of his older heathen? asked Richard, shuddering. She does, she does, replied Mistress Nutter. See, she will pass us now. I can see no one but Nicholas, cried Richard. All right! Added Alice in who shared in the young man's alarm. Are you sure you were behold that figure? said Richard, drawing Mistress Nutter aside and breathing the words in her ear. If so, it is a phantom, or he is in the power of the fiend. He was rash enough to invite that wicked, voter-assist older heathen, condemned it is said to penal fires for her earthly enormities to dance with him, and she has come. Ha! exclaimed Mistress Nutter. She will whirl him round till he expires, cried Richard. I must free him at all hazards. Stay! said Mistress Nutter. It is I who have been deceived. Now I look again, I see that Nicholas is alone. But the nun's dress, the wondrous beauty, the flashing eyes, cried Richard. You described it all exactly. It was mere fancy, said Mistress Nutter. I had just been looking at her portrait, and it dwelt in my mind and created the image. The portrait is gone! cried Richard, pointing to the empty wall. Mistress Nutter looked confounded, and without a word more, she took Allison, who was full of alarm and astonishment by the arm, and hurried her out of the hall. As they disappeared, the young man flew towards Nicholas, whose extraordinary proceedings had excited general amazement. The other dancers had moved out of the way, so that free space was left as mad gyrations. Greatly scandalised by the exhibition, which he looked upon as the effect of intoxication, Sir Ralph called loudly to him to stop, but he paid no attention to the summons, but whirled on with momentary increased velocity, oversetting old Adam Whitworth, Gregory, and Dickon, who severally ventured to place themselves in his path to enforce their master's injunctions. Until at last, just as Richard reached him, he uttered a loud cry and fell to the ground insensible. By Sir Ralph's command he was instantly lifted up and transported to his own chamber. This unexpected and extraordinary incident put an end to the ball, and the whole of the guests, after taking a respectful and grateful leave of the host, departed, not in most admired disorder, but full of wonder. By most persons, the squire's fantastical vagaries, as they were termed, were traced to the vast quantity of wine he had drunk. But a few others shook their heads and said he was evidently bewitched and that Mother Chatex and Nance Redfern were at the bottom of it. As to the portrait of his older heathen it was found under the table and it was said that Nicholas himself had pulled it down, but this he obstinately denied when afterwards taken to task for his indecorous behaviour, and to his dying day he asserted and believed that he had danced all with his older heathen. And never, he would say, had mortal man such a partner. From that night the two portraits in the Banqueting Hall were regarded with great awe by the inmates of the Abbey.