No Quarter! Part 13

But there was no longer any objection made to it; and the canines being called out of the sedge, all entered the forest, riders and followers afoot, and commenced winding by a wood-path up the steep acclivity of Ruardean's ridge.

When upon its crest, which they soon after reached, the grand panorama already spoken of lay spread before their eyes. For they were on the same spot from which the young ladies had viewed it that day when Hector hara.s.sed the donkey. Neither of them bestowed a look upon it now; nor did Sabrina even glance at that road winding down from the Wilderness, off which on the former occasion she had been unable to take her eyes.

Its interest for her no longer had existence; he who had invested it with such being by her side. Now she but thought of showing off the capabilities of "dear little Mer," as in fondness she was accustomed to call the diminutive specimen of the _falconidae_.

Ere long Mer made exhibition of her high strain and training--for the little falcon was also a female--sufficient to prove herself neither _tercel_ nor _haggard_. First she raked down a lark, then a corn bunting; and at the third cast-off overtook and bound on to a turtle-dove, big as herself. For all she speedily brought it to the earth, there instantly killing it.

Just as she had brought this quarry to ground a cry was heard, which caused interruption of the sport,--

"Soldiers!"

It was the falconer who so exclaimed; for now that they were merlin-flying his services were scarce required, and one of his aids did the whistling and whooping. Left at leisure to look around, his eyes had strayed up the road beyond Drybrook, there to see what had called forth his cry.

Instantly all other eyes went the same way, more than one voice muttering in confirmation,--

"Yes; they're soldiers."

This was evident from their uniformity of dress--all alike, or nearly-- as also by the glancing of arms and accoutrements. Moreover, they were in military formation, riding in file, "by twos"--for they were on horseback.

At sight of them all thoughts of sport were at an end, and the hawking was instantly discontinued. Mer, lured back to her mistress's wrist, was once more hooded, and the leash run through the _varvels_ of her jesses; while the falconer and his helps, with the other attendants, gathered into a group preparatory to leaving the field.

Meanwhile, by no accident, but evidently from previous understanding, Sir Richard Walwyn and Eustace Trevor had drawn their horses together, at some distance from the spot occupied by the ladies, the knight saying,--

"It's Wintour's troop from Lydney, I take it. What do _you_ think, Master Trevor?"

"The same as yourself. Nay, more, I'm sure of it, now. That's my cousin Rej at their head, on the grey mare, with the red feathers in his hat. You remember them?"

"I do. You're right; 'tis he. Somebody beside him, though, who appears to be in command. Don't you see him turn in his saddle, as though calling back orders?"

"Yes, yes;" was the repet.i.tive rejoinder, Eustace Trevor, despite his late sojourn at Court, still retaining some of the idiomatic forms of Welsh colloquy. "But who are those in the rear?" he added, interrogatively.

His question had reference to a number of men afoot, neither in uniform nor formation, who were seen coming behind the horse troop, pressing close upon its heels. Women among them, too, as could be told by the brighter hues and looser draping of their dresses.

"People from Mitcheldean," answered Sir Richard, "following the troop out of curiosity, no doubt."

The knight knew better; knew that, but for himself, and some action he had lately taken, the people spoken of, or at least the majority of them, would not have been there. For, since his arrival at Hollymead, he had made many excursions unaccompanied--save by his henchman, Hubert--to Mitcheldean, Coleford, and other Forest centres, where he had held converse with many people--spoken words of freedom, which had found ready and a.s.senting response. Therefore, as he now gazed at that crowd of civilians coming on after the soldiers, though his glance was one of inquiry, it was not as to who they were who composed it, but to make estimate of their numbers, at the same time comparing it with the strength of the troop.

There was no time left him to arrive at any exact.i.tude. The hors.e.m.e.n were on the way to Hollymead, for sure; and he must needs be there before--long before them.

So the hawking party made no longer stay on Ruardean Hill, but a start and return homeward--so rapid as to seem retreat; the understrappers and other attendants wondering why it was so--all save Hubert.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

TROUBLE ANTIc.i.p.aTED.

On return for Hollymead, the hawking party did not pa.s.s through Ruardean, as it would have been round about. Nevertheless, Sir Richard went that way. At a forking of the forest paths the knight excused himself to the ladies, leaving Eustace Trevor to escort them home; he, with his own servant, turning off towards the village.

Some matter of importance must have influenced him to deviate from the direct route; and that it was pressing might be deduced from the speed to which he put his horse. Soon as parted from the others, he and Hubert made free use of their spurs, going in reckless gallop down the steepest pitches, nor drawing bridle till they had reached Ruardean. A small place then as now, of some two hundred houses, contiguous to a fine old church, and ancient hostelry opposite, the streets all declivities, with some scattered dwellings that radiated off into quaint nooks and by-ways.

The clattering of hoofs had brought faces to every window, and figures into every door; for this had been heard long before the two hors.e.m.e.n made their appearance. And now, as these came to a halt in front of the inn, their horses breathing hard, all eyes were bent upon them with inquiring curiosity.

"Wind your horn, Hubert!" commanded the knight, in an undertone, without waiting for any one to come up to them.

A command which Hubert instantly obeyed by drawing a small cornet from under his doublet, clapping it to his lips, and sounding the "a.s.sembly."

He had been troop-trumpeter in "the army that swore so terribly in Flanders," and so understood the cavalry calls.

No cavalry, however, answered this one, nor soldiers of any arm; though it was answered by what looked the right material for making soldiers.

Before the cornet's notes had ceased reverberating from the tower of the church, and the walls of the old castle--then in ruins--men could be seen issuing from the doors of the nearer houses, others hastening along the lanes from those more remote, all making for the spot where the hors.e.m.e.n were halted.

In a few seconds nearly twenty had gathered, up and grouped around the horses; the expression on their faces showing that they understood the signal in a general way, but not the reason for its having been sounded to summon them just then. All looked inquiry, one putting it in the form of speech,--

"What belt, Sir Richard?" He who interrogated was a man of gigantic size, inches taller than any of the others. But something more than his superior stature privileged him to be first spokesman, as could be deduced from Sir Richard's answer.

"A troop coming from Lydney, Rob. They're through Drybrook by this, making for Hollymead. You and your friends will, no doubt, be there, too, curious to see how the soldiers behave themselves?"

"We'll be there, sure, Sir Richard. Rob Wilde for one, an' belikes a good many more."

"So well," rejoined the knight, with a satisfied look. Then leaning over on his saddle he whispered some words of a confidential character into the ear of the deer-stealer. After which, setting himself straight in the stirrups, he again set his horse into a gallop, and rode out of the village as rapidly as he had entered it.

"I hear they're coming, Sir Richard?"

"They are, Mr Powell. By all signs, it's the party you've been expecting. Indeed, there can be no doubt about its being Wintour's troop. One of the officers at its head we made out to be Master Trevor's cousin, as you've heard, I suppose?"

"Oh, yes. And of their purpose there can be as little doubt--to levy for that 3,000 pounds the King facetiously terms _loan_. A downright robbery, I call it."

"I too."

"What ought I to do, Sir Richard? I have the money in the house, and suppose I must give it to them. But if you say the word, I'll refuse."

"Let me leave the word unsaid till I see what sort of following is after them. There appeared to be a good many from Mitcheldean, likely to be joined by more at Drybrook, to say nothing of the contingent from nearer home. Everything must depend on their numbers and the spirit we find them in."

"I understand," said the other, with an a.s.senting nod, "and will trust all to you."

This brief dialogue was at the door of Hollymead House, its owner standing in the porch, Sir Richard still on horseback, just arrived from that pa.s.sage at courier-speed through Ruardean. It ended by his dismounting and giving his horse to Hubert, with directions to take both their animals round to the stable-yard, and there keep them under saddle and bridle. Some other instructions were delivered to the same _sotto voce_. Then to the symphony of clanking spurs the knight ascended to the porch; and after a few more words exchanged with the master of the house, he pa.s.sed on into the withdrawing-room.

His entrance was a welcome intrusion, as the company inside consisted of the awkward number three.

And soon they paired, each pair pa.s.sing into the embayment of a window, and there taking stand. Not to talk of love, or even think of it; though something equally serious occupied their thoughts--something less agreeable. All were alike imbued with an instinct of danger drawing nigh, and so close, their eyes were now on the alert, apprehensively gazing down the oak-shadowed avenue.

A few seconds more and they saw what they were expecting--horses, plumed hats, and the glancing of armour--a troop outside the park gate halted till its fastenings could be undone. In an instant it was dashed open, and soldiers seen filing through--the same as they had descried on the hill beyond Drybrook.

On came they up the avenue, without making stop till within fifty yards of the house, where they were again brought up at the entrance to the ornamental grounds. These were enclosed by a _haw-haw_; the causeway which crossed it having a gate also. And while this was being got open all four looking from the windows had now no difficulty in identifying Reginald Trevor in one of the officers at the head of the troop; while two of them at the same time recognised the other.

"Why, bless me!" exclaimed the ex-gentleman-usher, "that's Colonel Lunsford."

"As I live, Tom Lunsford!" was the almost simultaneous exclamation of the knight.