Part 2 (1/2)
”The thunders of the Church do not frighten me,” he cried. ”But, look,” he added, ”you doubted my word when I told you the rising was at an end. The beacon fires on Boulsworth Hill and on the Grange of Cliviger are extinguished; that on Padiham Heights is expiring-nay, it is out; and ere many minutes all these mountain watch-fires will have disappeared like lamps at the close of a feast.”
”By our Lady, it is so,” cried the abbot, in increasing terror. ”What new jugglery is this?”
”It is no jugglery, I tell you,” replied the other.
”The waters of the Don have again arisen; the insurgents have accepted the king's pardon, have deserted their leaders, and dispersed. There will be no rising to-night or on the morrow. The abbots of Jervaux and Salley will strive to capitulate, but in vain. The Pilgrimage of Grace is ended. The stake for which thou playedst is lost. Thirty years hast thou governed here, but thy rule is over. Seventeen abbots have there been of Whalley-the last thou!-but there shall be none more.”
”It must be the Demon in person that speaks thus to me,” cried the abbot, his hair bristling on his head, and a cold perspiration bursting from his pores.
”No matter who I am,” replied the other; ”I have said I will aid thee on one condition. It is not much. Remove thy ban from my wife, and baptise her infant daughter, and I am content. I would not ask thee for this service, slight though it be, but the poor soul hath set her mind upon it. Wilt thou do it?”
”No,” replied the abbot, shuddering; ”I will not baptise a daughter of Satan. I will not sell my soul to the powers of darkness. I adjure thee to depart from me, and tempt me no longer.”
”Vainly thou seekest to cast me off,” rejoined Demdike. ”What if I deliver thine adversaries into thine hands, and revenge thee upon them? Even now there are a party of armed men waiting at the foot of the hill to seize thee and thy brethren. Shall I show thee how to destroy them?”
”Who are they?” demanded the abbot, surprised.
”Their leaders are John Braddyll and Richard a.s.sheton, who shall divide Whalley Abbey between them, if thou stayest them not,” replied Demdike.
”h.e.l.l consume them!” cried the abbot.
”Thy speech shows consent,” rejoined Demdike. ”Come this way.”
And, without awaiting the abbot's reply, he dragged his horse towards the but-end of the mountain. As they went on, the two monks, who had been filled with surprise at the interview, though they did not dare to interrupt it, advanced towards their superior, and looked earnestly and inquiringly at him, but he remained silent; while to the men-at-arms and the herdsmen, who demanded whether their own beacon-fire should be extinguished as the others had been, he answered moodily in the negative.
”Where are the foes you spoke of?” he asked with some uneasiness, as Demdike led his horse slowly and carefully down the hill-side.
”You shall see anon,” replied the other.
”You are taking me to the spot where you traced the magic circle,” cried Paslew in alarm. ”I know it from its unnaturally green hue. I will not go thither.”
”I do not mean you should, lord abbot,” replied Demdike, halting. ”Remain on this firm ground. Nay, be not alarmed; you are in no danger. Now bid your men advance, and prepare their weapons.”
The abbot would have demanded wherefore, but at a glance from Demdike he complied, and the two men-at-arms, and the herdsmen, arranged themselves beside him, while Fathers Eastgate and Haydocke, who had gotten upon their mules, took up a position behind.
Scarcely were they thus placed, when a loud shout was raised below, and a band of armed men, to the number of thirty or forty, leapt the stone wall, and began to scale the hill with great rapidity. They came up a deep dry channel, apparently worn in the hill-side by some former torrent, and which led directly to the spot where Demdike and the abbot stood. The beacon-fire still blazed brightly, and illuminated the whole proceeding, showing that these men, from their accoutrements, were royalist soldiers.
”Stir not, as you value your life,” said the wizard to Paslew; ”but observe what shall follow.”
CHAPTER II.-THE ERUPTION.
Demdike went a little further down the hill, stopping when he came to the green patch. He then plunged his staff into the sod at the first point where he had cast a tuft of heather, and with such force that it sank more than three feet. The next moment he plucked it forth, as if with a great effort, and a jet of black water spouted into the air; but, heedless of this, he went to the next marked spot, and again plunged the sharp point of the implement into the ground. Again it sank to the same depth, and, on being drawn out, a second black jet sprung forth.
Meanwhile the hostile party continued to advance up the dry channel before mentioned, and shouted on beholding these strange preparations, but they did not relax their speed. Once more the staff sank into the ground, and a third black fountain followed its extraction. By this time, the royalist soldiers were close at hand, and the features of their two leaders, John Braddyll and Richard a.s.sheton, could be plainly distinguished, and their voices heard.
”'Tis he! 'tis the rebel abbot!” vociferated Braddyll, pressing forward. ”We were not misinformed. He has been watching by the beacon. The devil has delivered him into our hands.”
”Ho! ho!” laughed Demdike.