Part 34 (1/2)

”Ay. But whither, man? Whither?”

”Here to his house, where he disguised himself and bade me prepare to travel with him. Only then the sickness took me and I could not. So he went with some of his people, riding for Avignon.”

”What to do at Avignon?”

”To obtain the confirmation of his marriage with the lady Eve Clavering.

It has been promised to him by certain cardinals at Court who have the ear of his Holiness the Pope.”

”Ah, I thought it! What more?”

”Only this: tidings reached him that the lady Clavering, with the old Templar, Sir Andrew Arnold, journeys to Avignon from England, there to obtain the dissolution of their marriage with Sir Edmund Acour, Count de Noyon, Lord of Cattrina. In Avignon, however the cause may go, Cattrina purposes to snare and make her his, which will be easy, for there he has many friends and she has none.”

”Except G.o.d!” exclaimed Hugh, grinding his teeth.

”And Sir Andrew Arnold,” broke in d.i.c.k, ”who, like some others, is, I think, one of His ministers. Still, we had better be riding, master.”

”Nay, nay,” cried Nicholas in a hoa.r.s.e scream. ”Tarry a while and I'll tell you that which will force the Pope to void this marriage. Yes, it shall be set in writing and signed by me and witnessed ere I die. There is ink and parchment in yonder little room.”

”That's a good thought,” said Hugh. ”d.i.c.k, fetch the tools, for if we try to move this fellow he will go farther than we can follow him.”

d.i.c.k went and returned presently with an ink-horn, a roll of parchment, pens and a little table. Then Hugh sat himself down on the altar rail, placing the table in front of him and said:

”Say on. I'll write, since you cannot.”

Now Nicholas, having before his glazing eyes the vision of imminent judgment, briefly but clearly told all the truth at last. He told how he had drugged Red Eve, giving the name of the bane which he mixed in the milk she drank. He told how when her mind was sleeping, though her body was awake, none knowing the wickedness that had been wrought save he and Acour, and least of all her father, they had led her to the altar like a lamb to the slaughter, and there married her to the man she hated. He told how, although he had fled from England to save his life, Acour had never ceased to desire her and to plot to get her into his power, any more than he had ceased to fear Hugh's vengeance. For this reason, he said, he had clad himself in the armour of another knight at Crecy, and in that guise accepted mercy at Hugh's hand, leaving de la Roche to die in his place beneath that same hand. For this reason also he had commanded him, Nicholas, to bring about the death of Hugh de Cressi and his squire beneath the daggers of a.s.sa.s.sins in the streets of Venice, a fate from which they had been saved only by the wizard in the yellow cap, whom no steel could harm.

”The black-hearted villain!” hissed d.i.c.k. ”Well, for your comfort, holy priest, I'll tell you who that wizard is. He is Death himself, Death the Sword, Death the Fire, Death the Helper, and presently you'll meet him again.”

”I knew it, I knew it,” groaned the wretched man. ”Oh! such is the end of sin whereof we think so little in our day of strength.”

”Nay,” broke in Hugh, ”you'll meet, not the minister, but Him whom he serves and in His hand are mercies. Be silent, d.i.c.k, for this wretch makes confession and his time is short. Spare the tool and save your wrath for him who wielded it. Go now and fetch David Day that he may witness also.”

So d.i.c.k went, and Nicholas continued his tale, throwing light into many a dark place, though there was little more that Hugh thought worthy of record.

Presently David came and started back in horror at the sight of that yellow tortured face set upon a living skeleton. Then the writing was read and Nicholas, held up by d.i.c.k, set his signature with a trembling hand to this his confession of the truth. This done they signed as witnesses, all three of them.

Now Hugh, whose pity was stirred, wished to move Nicholas and lay him on a bed in some chamber, and if they could, find someone to watch him till the end. But the priest refused this charity.

”Let me die before the altar,” he said, ”where I may set my eyes upon Him whom I have betrayed afresh,” and he pointed to the carved ivory crucifix which hung above it. ”Oh! be warned, be warned, my brethren,”

he went on in a wailing voice. ”You are all of you still young; you may be led astray as I was by the desire for power, by the hope of wealth.

You may sell yourselves to the wicked as I did, I who once was good and strove toward the right. If Satan tempts you thus, then remember Nicholas the priest, and his dreadful death, and see how he pays his servants. The plague has taken others, yet they have died at peace, but I, I die in h.e.l.l before I see its fires.”

”Not so,” said Hugh, ”you have repented, and I, against whom you have sinned perhaps more than all, forgive you, as I am sure my lady would, could she know.”

”Then it is more than I do,” muttered Grey d.i.c.k to himself. ”Why should I forgive him because he rots alive, as many a better man has done, and goes to reap what he has sown, who if he had won his way would have sent us before him at the dagger's point? Yet who knows? Each of us sins in his own fas.h.i.+on, and perchance sin is born of the blood and not of the will. If ever I meet Murgh again I'll ask him. But perhaps he will not answer.”

Thus reflected d.i.c.k, half to David, who feared and did not understand him, and half to himself. Ere ever he had finished with his thoughts, which were not such as Sir Andrew would have approved, Father Nicholas began to die.