Part 23 (1/2)

This little breeze did not prevent Cicely from setting off in high spirits, as she rode near the Queen, who declared that she wanted to enjoy through the merry maiden, and who was herself in a gay and joyous mood, believing that the term of her captivity was in sight, delighted with her daughter, exhilarated by the fresh breezes and rapid motion, and so mirthful that she could not help teasing and bantering the Earl a little, though all in the way of good-humoured grace.

The ride was long, about eight miles; but though the Peak Castle was a royal one, the Earl preferred not to enter it, but, according to previous arrangement, caused the company to dismount in the valley, or rather ravine, which terminates in the cavern, where a repast was spread on the gra.s.s. It was a wonderful place, cool and refres.h.i.+ng, for the huge rocks on either side cast a deep shadow, seldom pierced by the rays of the sun. Lofty, solemn, and rich in dark reds and purples, rose the walls of rock, here and there softened by tapestry of ivy or projecting bushes of sycamore, mountain ash, or with fruit already a.s.suming its brilliant tints, and jackdaws flying in and out of their holes above. Deep beds of rich ferns clothed the lower slopes, and sheets of that delicate flower, the enchanter's nightshade, reared its white blossoms down to the bank of a little clear stream that came flowing from out of the mighty yawning arch of the cavern, while above the precipice rose sheer the keep of Peak Castle.

The banquet was gracefully arranged to suit the scene, and comprised, besides more solid viands, large bowls of milk, with strawberries or cranberries floating in them. Mr. Eyre, the keeper of the castle, and his daughter did the honours, while his son superintended the lighting and fumigation of the cavern, a.s.sisted, if not directed by Dr. Jones, whose short black cloak and gold-headed cane were to be seen almost everywhere at once.

Presently clouds of smoke began to issue from the vast archway that closed the ravine. ”Beware, my maidens,” said the Queen, merrily, ”we have roused the dragon in his den, and we shall see him come forth anon, curling his tail and belching flame.”

”With a marvellous stomach for a dainty maiden or two,” added Gilbert Curll, falling into her humour.

”Hark! Good lack!” cried the Queen, with an affectation of terror, as a most extraordinary noise proceeded from the bowels of the cavern, making Cis start and Marie de Courcelles give a genuine shriek.

”Your Majesty is pleased to be merry,” said the Earl, ponderously. ”The sound is only the coughing of the torchbearers from the damp whereof I warned your Majesty.”

”By my faith,” said Mary, ”I believe my Lord Earl himself fears the monster of the cavern, to whom he gives the name of Damp. Dread nothing, my Lord; the valorous knight Sir Jones is even now in conflict with the foul worm, as those cries a.s.sure me, being in fact caused by his fumigations.”

The jest was duly received, and in the midst of the laughter, young Eyre came forward, bowing low, and holding his jewelled hat in his hand, while his eyes betrayed that he had recently been sneezing violently.

”So please your Majesty,” he said, ”the odour hath rolled away, and all is ready if you will vouchsafe to accept my poor guidance.”

”How say you, my Lord?” said Mary. ”Will you dare the lair of the conquered foe, or fear you to be pinched with aches and pains by his lurking hobgoblins? If so, we dispense with your attendance.”

”Your Majesty knows that where she goes thither I am bound to attend her,” said the rueful Earl.

”Even into the abyss!” said Mary. ”Valiantly spoken, for have not Ariosto and his fellows sung of captive princesses for whom every cave held an enchanter who could spirit them away into vapour thin as air, and leave their guardians questing in vain for them?”

”Your Majesty jests with edged tools,” sighed the Earl.

Old Mr. Eyre was too feeble to act as exhibitor of the cave, and his son was deputed to lead the Queen forward. This was, of course, Lord Shrewsbury's privilege, but he was in truth beholden to her fingers for aid, as she walked eagerly forward, now and then accepting a little help from John Eyre, but in general sure-footed and exploring eagerly by the light of the numerous torches held by yeomen in the Eyre livery, one of whom was stationed wherever there was a dangerous pa.s.s or a freak of nature worth studying.

The magnificent vaulted roof grew lower, and presently it became necessary to descend a staircase, which led to a deep hollow chamber, shaped like a bell, and echoing like one. A pool of intensely black water filled it, reflecting the lights on its surface, that only enhanced its darkness, while there moved on a mysterious flat-bottomed boat, breaking them into s.h.i.+mmering sparks, and John Eyre intimated that the visitors must lie down flat in it to be ferried one by one over a s.p.a.ce of about fourteen yards.

”Your Majesty will surely not attempt it,” said the Earl, with a shudder.

”Wherefore not? It is but a foretaste of Charon's boat!” said Mary, who was one of those people whose spirit of enterprise rises with the occasion, and she murmured to Mary Seaton the line of Dante-

”Quando noi fermerem li nostri pa.s.si Su la triate riviera a' Acheronte.”

”Will your Majesty enter?” asked John Eyre. ”Dr. Jones and some gentlemen wait on the other side to receive you.”

”Some gentlemen?” repeated Mary. ”You are sure they are not Minos and Rhadamanthus, sir? My obolus is ready; shall I put it in my mouth?”

”Nay, madam, pardon me,” said the Earl, spurred by a miserable sense of his duties; ”since you will thus venture, far be it from me to let you pa.s.s over until I have reached the other aide to see that it is fit for your Majesty!”

”Even as you will, most devoted cavalier,” said Mary, drawing back; ”we will be content to play the part of the pale ghosts of the unburied dead a little longer. See, Mary, the boat sinks down with him and his mortal fles.h.!.+ We shall have Charon complaining of him anon.”

”Your Highness gars my flesh grue,” was the answer of her faithful Mary.

”Ah, ma mie! we have not left all hope behind. We can afford to smile at the doleful knight, ferried o'er on his back, in duteous and loyal submission to his task mistress. Child, Cicely, where art thou? Art afraid to dare the black river?”

”No, madam, not with you on the other side, and my father to follow me.”