Part 51 (1/2)
”Ah! mother, I am an indiscreet simpleton, not fit for such a work as I have taken in hand,” said poor Cis. ”Here hath my foolish tongue traversed it already!”
”Fear not,” said Susan, as one who well knew the nature of her kinswoman; ”belike she will have cooled to-morrow, all the more because father said naught to the nayward.”
Susan was uneasy enough herself, and very desirous to hear all from her husband in private. And that night he told her that he had very little hope of the intercession being availing. He believed that the Treasurer and Secretary were absolutely determined on Mary's death, and would sooner or later force consent from the Queen; but there was the possibility that Elizabeth's feelings might be so far stirred that on a sudden impulse she might set Mary at liberty, and place her beyond their reach.
”And hap what may,” he said, ”when a daughter offereth to do her utmost for a mother in peril of death, what right have I to hinder her?”
”May G.o.d guard the duteous!” said Susan. ”But oh! husband, is she worthy, for whom the child is thus to lead you into peril?”
”She is her mother,” repeated Richard. ”Had I erred-”
”Which you never could do,” broke in the wife.
”I am a sinful man,” said he.
”Yea, but there are deeds you never could have done.”
”By G.o.d's grace I trust not; but hear me out, wife. Mine errors, nay, my crimes, would not do away with the duty owed to me by my sons. How, then, should any sins of this poor Queen withhold her daughter from rendering her all the succour in her power? And thou, thou thyself, Susan, hast taken her for thine own too long to endure to let her undertake the matter alone and unaided.”
”She would not attempt it thus,” said Susan.
”I cannot tell; but I should thus be guilty of foiling her in a brave and filial purpose.”
”And yet thou dost hold her poor mother a guilty woman?”
”Said I so? Nay, Susan, I am as dubious as ever I was on that head.”
”After hearing the trial?”
”A word in thine ear, my discreet wife. The trial convinced me far more that place makes honest men act like cruel knaves than of aught else.”
”Then thou holdest her innocent?”
”I said not so. I have known too long how she lives by the weaving of webs. I know not how it is, but these great folks seem not to deem that truth in word and deed is a part of their religion. For my part, I should distrust whatever G.o.dliness did not lead to truth, but a plain man never knows where to have them. That she and poor Antony Babington were in league to bring hither the Spaniards and restore the Pope, I have no manner of doubt on the word of both, but then they deem it-Heaven help them-a virtuous act; and it might be lawful in her, seeing that she has always called herself a free sovereign unjustly detained. What he stuck at and she denies, is the purpose of murdering the Queen's Majesty.”
”Sure that was the head and front of the poor young man's offending.”
”So it was, but not until he had been urged thereto by his priests, and had obtained her consent in a letter. Heaven forgive me if I misjudge any one, but my belief is this-that the letters, whereof only the deciphered copies were shown, did not quit the hands of either the one or the other, such as we heard them at Fotheringhay. So poor Babington said, so saith the Queen of Scots, demanding vehemently to have them read in her presence before Nau and Curll, who could testify to them. Cis deemeth that the true letter from Babington is in a packet which, on learning from Humfrey his suspicion that there was treachery, the Queen gave her, and she threw down a well at Chartley.”
”That was pity.”
”Say not so, for had the original letter been seized, it would only have been treated in the same manner as the copy, and never allowed to reach Queen Elizabeth.”
”I am glad poor Cicely's mother can stand clear of that guilt,” said Susan. ”I served her too long, and received too much gentle treatment from her, to brook the thought that she could be so far left to herself.”
”Mind you, dame,” said Richard, ”I am not wholly convinced that she was not aware that her friends would in some way or other bring about the Queen's death, and that she would scarce have visited it very harshly, but she is far too wise-ay, and too tender-hearted, to have entered into the matter beforehand. So I think her not wholly guiltless, though the wrongs she hath suffered have been so great that I would do whatever was not disloyal to mine own Queen to aid her to obtain justice.”
”You are doing much, much indeed,” said Susan; ”and all this time you have told me nothing of my son, save what all might hear. How fares he? is his heart still set on this poor maid?”