Part 17 (1/2)

His jaws shook, his joints twitched, he was abject in alarm.

Springing to her feet, Brilliana spoke impatiently.

”A Parliament man is outside the King's law; his goods are forfeit, and to confiscate them as legal as loyal. I thought you might choose to serve the King and please me.” This last was said with an accent of disdain which made the unhappy squire s.h.i.+ver. ”I was in error, so no more words of it. Good-day to you.”

And my Lady Brilliana made Master Paul a courtesy so contemptuous and a gesture of dismissal so decisive that Master Hungerford's terror deepened. If the King's cause were to go well, if the lady indeed had favor with his Majesty, to offend her would be verily a piece of mortal folly. He came nigh to falling on his knees as he pleaded.

”Nay, nay, never so hot, now; I am your suitor, in faith, I am your very good servant. I would serve your will in this if I could but march with the law.”

Brilliana jumped at his concession. She saw Tiffany in the distance crossing the garden towards her and guessed that she came to announce the arrival of the other miser; so she was eager to clinch the business with Master Hungerford.

”Why, so you ever shall, with the King's law. What more easy? I represent the King in this district; this fellow is a suspected rebel; I give you leave to search his house for arms.”

Master Paul p.r.i.c.ked his ears. ”Ah, so, for arms, you say?”

Tiffany paused in the archway and jerked her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the house. Brilliana shrugged her shoulders, impatient of Master Paul's denseness.

”If you find gold in your search for steel, so much the better. Come, come, this is your happy time, for I am told Master Rainham is abroad.”

She gave a glance for confirmation at Halfman, who lounged forward.

”That he is,” he a.s.serted, briskly. ”He has gone a-marketing.”

”Then to it at once!” Brilliana cried, eying the waverer encouragingly. ”Take such of my people as you will. You will find some at the stables yonder,” and as she spoke she pointed in the direction opposite to the house. ”Master Rainham's miserliness keeps but a small retinue. You will meet with no resistance. Go forth, my knight.”

Master Paul almost skipped with delight and he cracked his fingers vigorously. He seemed even less pleasing merry than terrified.

”You call me your knight.” He turned and took Halfman to witness.

”She calls me her knight. I'll do it. I'll do it,” he voiced, exultingly.

Brilliana, with strenuous self-restraint, seemed to applaud his antics.

”Bravely said, Chivalry!” she cried. ”Let it be done, and well done, ere dusk.”

Master Paul quavered before her in an ecstasy of delighted obedience.

”I fly, enchantress--I fly!” he chirruped. Then, as he turned to go, another thought struck him, and he entreated, grotesquely languis.h.i.+ng, ”Prithee, your hand to kiss first.”

Brilliana denied him affably.

”By-and-by, maybe, as the prize of your triumph. Farewell.”

After sundry strange sc.r.a.pings, Master Hungerford took his departure in the direction of the stables. As soon as his back was turned, Brilliana questioned her maid.

”Well, Tiffany, is it Master Rainham?”

”Ay, my lady,” Tiffany answered, demurely. She knew there was some manner of mystification forward and yearned for the key to it. ”He chafes in the music-chamber.”

”Send him here top-speed,” Brilliana commanded. With a whisk of flying skirts Tiffany scuttered back to the house, and Brilliana turned to Halfman, the laughter in her eyes seeking and finding the laughter in his.