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There was something more than usually impressive in his manner. Moseley took the loaf as requested; and the gaoler, as if the object before him were beneath suspicion, exclaimed with a knowing look--
"Had I not brought the manchet myself, and watched thee narrowily, I should have guessed thou hadst crammed some secret message therein to the camp. But I defy thee, or any of thy batch, to cheat old Gabriel, the rogue's butler!"
"Prithee, search," said Captain Moseley, drawing the loaf from his pocket; "thou mayest, peradventure, find treachery in a toothmark, for o' my troth they be legibly written."
"Nay," said Gabriel, with great self-importance, "the knave's jaws will score no ciphers. I had as lief interpret pot-hooks and ladles."
The captain again thrusting it beneath his belt, promised to show his commanders with what coa.r.s.e fare and severity the prisoners were treated.
"Wilt thou that I intercede for thee before the Countess?" he continued; "if so be that she would remit thee of this durance."
In a voice of thunder spake the incorrigible Gideon--
"Intercede!--I would as lief pray to the saints they should intercede with the Virgin Mary. I will rot from this perch piecemeal ere I pray to yonder unG.o.dly woman. Yet shall I escape out of their hands, but not by mine own might, or mine own strength," said the lion-hearted captive.
Leaving this indomitable Roundhead to his fate, Moseley returned to the camp, reporting the ill success of his mission.
Great part of the day was spent in angry discussion, so that Moseley had nigh forgotten his message from Gideon; yet he remembered it ere he left the council. Pulling out a coa.r.s.e bannock, to the great astonishment of his auditory, he brake it, relating his interview with the captive. Near to where the prisoner had taken his last mouthful, Moseley found a bit of crumpled paper. The surprise and dismay of the a.s.sembly may be conceived after he had read the following billet:--
"MY DEAREST HEART,--
"With much joy and comfort I send thee news that his Highness Prince Rupert hath gotten a great victory over the rebels at Newark; and I have besought his Majesty that he should march into Lancas.h.i.+re. By two days, at farthest, these enemies who now beleaguer my house shall be cut off. We purpose to come upon them suddenly, so that they shall be taken in their own snare. I have raised 3000 on the jewels conveyed to me from Lathom by the last sally, which sum I purpose giving in largess to the soldiers, that it may quicken them to thy help. My prayers and blessing for thee and the children.--Thine,
"DERBY."
This secret intelligence had missed its destination. The gaoler had unfortunately picked it up from where some friendly hand had thrown it, reserving the curious envelope for Gideon's breakfast, not aware of the important message it contained. But the prisoner, more wary than his keeper, when he felt the paper between his teeth, rightly judged that it was some communication of importance to his enemies, and craftily conveyed it, as we have seen, into the hands of Captain Moseley.
No mean act of heroism for a starving man to wrench the food from his own jaws,--a deed we might in vain look for amongst the patriots of our own day,--persons who would sneer at the fanaticism, and, it may be, the sincerity of Gideon Greatbatch.
Consternation was visible throughout the a.s.sembly. They had all along flattered themselves with the expectation that Prince Rupert's army was too urgently required for the relief of York, to have caused them any disturbance; and, with inward curses on the king for his humanity, secret preparations were made for raising the siege.
Though ignorant of the cause, the garrison soon espied an unusual bustle in the camp. They were evidently preparing for some exploit. One of the spies brought intelligence that two squadrons had departed in the night, and that Colonels Moore and Ashton were on their return to Manchester.
On Monday morning, the 27th of May, it was agreed that Captains Ogle and Rawsthorne should make a sally. But they found the enemy had been beforehand with them, leaving the camp in the utmost terror and disorder. Intelligence now arrived that Prince Rupert had entered Lancas.h.i.+re by way of Stockport, where the Parliament army, under Colonels Duckenfield, Mainwaring, Buckley, and others, had suffered a total route. The besiegers had commenced their retreat between twelve and one o'clock the preceding night.
Thus ended the first siege of Lathom, after the place had been closely beset four months; during which time the garrison lost but six men,--four in the service, and two by negligence and over-daring.
They were, in general, supplied with provisions, her ladys.h.i.+p seeing the men's rations duly served. Yet were they not seldom pushed to a sally for their dinner; their friends outside, by lights and other appointed signals, directing the foragers in their operations.
The enemy shot 107 cannon-b.a.l.l.s, 32 stones, and but four grenadoes. By their own confession near 100 barrels of gunpowder were spent, part of which was in supplies to the garrison, who often replenished their stock at the expense of the besiegers. They lost about 500 men, besides wounded and prisoners, according to their own returns.
The next day Rigby, with about 3000 men, drew up at Eccleston Green, six miles only from Lathom, in great uncertainty which way to march, fearful of meeting with Prince Rupert. In the end, imagining that his Highness would go through Blackburn or Lancaster to the relief of York, Rigby marched off in great haste to Bolton, then a garrison town, and well fortified.
The Prince, hearing of their escape, together with Lord Derby, immediately turned their forces in this direction, determined to carry the place by a.s.sault, and revenge the insults and barbarity her ladys.h.i.+p had endured. This resolution was terribly accomplished. Sixteen hundred of her besiegers lay dead on the place; and twenty-two colours, which three days before flourished proudly before the house, were presented to her from his Highness by Sir Richard Crane, as a memorial of her deliverance, and "a happy remembrance of G.o.d's mercy and goodness to her and her family."
FOOTNOTES:
[43] The name a.s.sumed by a body of men who met, during the wars, in Manchester; and who in energy and power were second only to their London brethren.
[44] "Hist. of the House of Stanley," p.90.
[45] One of these sons of violence, Bradshaw of Brazen-nose, took occasion, before his patrons at Wigan, to profane the 14th verse of the 15th chapter of Jeremiah, from thence proving that Lady Derby was the scarlet wh.o.r.e and the wh.o.r.e of Babylon whose walls he made as flat and thin as his own discourse.
[46] Plus animi est inferenti quam periculum propulsanti.--_Caes. Com_.
[47] Harleian MSS. 2043.
RAVEN CASTLE.
"He bargained with two ruffians strong, Which were of furious mood, That they should take these children young, And slay them in a wood.
"Away then went these pretty babes, Rejoycing at that tide, Rejoycing with a merry minde, They should on c.o.c.k-horse ride."
--_The Children in the Wood_.
Situated amid the wild and high moorlands, at whose feet hath stood for ages the royal and ducal capital of the county palatine of Lancaster, once rose a strong border defence called Raven Castle. Its site only remains. This n.o.ble and castellated fortress now lies an almost undistinguishable heap on the barren moor; the sheep browse above it, and the herdsman makes his pillow where warriors and dames once met in chivalric pomp, and the chieftain held his feudal and barbaric court.
The point on which it stood is nearly on the line of separation between the counties of York and Lancaster. From the southern declivity of the hill on the Yorks.h.i.+re side springs one of the rills which fall into the Hodder, a well-known stream, held in great respect by those ambulatory gentlemen whose love of society and amusing recreations leads them to lay in a stock of patience for life in the pursuit of piscatory delights.
This mountainous tract forms part of the forest of Bowland, once ranged by numerous herds of deer, and is still under the jurisdiction of a master-forester, or bow-bearer, called _Parker_, which office has been held for centuries by a family of that name.
It was in the broad and still moonlight of a spring morning, in the year 16--, that two hors.e.m.e.n were ascending by a steep and difficult pa.s.s through the Trough of Bolland, along the hills and almost pathless wilds of the forest. They were apparently of that dubious cla.s.s called "Knights of the Post,"--highway-men, deer-stealers, or cattle-harriers; all and every of which occupations they occasionally followed.
As they pa.s.sed by the edge of a steep ravine, from which hung a few stunted oaks projecting over the gulf, the foremost rider--for the path admitted them not abreast--turned sharply round on his saddle.
"Again!--Didst thou not see it, Michael?" inquired he, in great alarm.
"Nothing, Anthony, as I do follow thee in this honest trade;--nothing, I tell thee, save thine ugly face in this clear moons.h.i.+ne. Prythee, make more speed, and thou wilt have the fewer wry mouths to answer for. Thou art fool enough to make a man forswear honesty, and rid him of his conscience for life. Beshrew me! thou hast got a troublesome tenant; either less roguery, or fewer qualms; depend on 't, thou canst not keep friends with both."
"I'll go no farther. Old Hildebrand finds some foul business on his hands, that he would fain thrust into our fingers. A bad business quits best at the beginning; if once we get to the middle, we might as well go on, or we may be like old d.i.c.k, who swam half-way through the mill-pond, and then, being faint-hearted, swam back again."
"Look thee now, thou art a precious a.s.s:--thou wouldst be a wit without brains, and a rogue, ay, a very wicked and unconditional rogue, without courage. Tut, that same cowardly rogue, of all unparalleled villains, is verily the worst. Your liquorish cat, skulking and scared with a windle-straw, is always the biggest thief, and has the cruellest paws, for all her demure looks and her plausible condescensions."
"I don't care for thy jeers, Michael."
"What!--hast brought thy purpose to an anchor already? 'Tis well. I shall on to Raven Castle with all speed, if it were only to inform one Hildebrand Wentworth of this sudden qualm. Likewise I may, peradventure, remember to tell him of another little qualm thou wast taken with, once upon a time, at the sight of a score of his fat beeves; a little bit of choice roguery played off upon him by honest Anthony of the tender conscience! Look to it, comrade, he shall know of this before thou canst convey thy cowardly carcase out of his clutches. An' it be thou goest forward--mum!--backward! Ha! have I caught thee, my pretty bird?"
At the conclusion of this speech, with the malice of a fiend urging on his hesitating victim to the commission of some loathed act of folly and of crime, the speaker lashed on his companion's beast, and they were soon past the steepest part of the ascent, on their way to Raven Castle.
Its present occupier, whom, it appears, they had befriended beforetime, in the way of their several callings, had sent for them in haste, requiring their aid, it might seem, in some business relative to their profession.
For an hour or two they travelled on as fast as the nature of their track would permit. Day was just brightening in the east, when, emerging from a more than usually intricate path, they pushed through a thick archway of boughs. Suddenly a bare knoll presented itself, sloping towards a narrow rivulet; beyond, a dark and well-fortified mansion stood before them,--here and there, a turret-shaped chamber, lifting its mural crown above the rest, rose clear and erect against a glowing sky, now rapidly displacing the grey hues of the morning. The narrow battlements rose up, sharp and distinct, but black as their own grim recesses, in solemn contrast with the bright and rolling ma.s.ses from behind, breaking into all the gorgeous tints that betoken a heavy and lurid atmosphere.
They crossed a narrow bridge, and the clattering of their horses' hoofs were soon heard in the courtyard of the castle.