Volume I Part 9 (1/2)
Fearful of encountering the glance of his injured lord, this worthy withdrew in great precipitation.
It was but the work of a moment. Sir Osmund had taken the precaution to prevent all egress, so that Sir William and his lady were, in fact, prisoners, at the mercy and discretion of a cruel and cowardly foe.
Sir William had thrown off his cloak and the remainder of his disguise.
He now stood proudly erect before the supplanter, who was somewhat stunned by this unexpected issue.
”I defy thee to the combat; hast thou the grace to give me a weapon, or art thou as cowardly as thou art presuming?” tauntingly inquired Sir William.
”Impostor! wouldst have me believe every wish that folly genders? To the proof!” sullenly replied Sir Osmund.
”What says the Lady Mabel? Let her decide,” returned the other.
”She!” cried the ingrate, with a contemptuous sneer; ”her wits are so set upon it, that she would wors.h.i.+p any ill-favoured lout that should call himself her husband.”
”'Tis false! unblus.h.i.+ng as thou art.” The lightning kindled in the lady's eye as she spoke. Sir Osmund quailed beneath her glance.
”Am I mad?” she continued; ”ay, if thy wish could have goaded me to it.
Thou hast heaped on me tortures, indignities, cruel as thy relentless nature could devise; but I have been spared for this!” Her lips quivered. Shuddering, she spoke with amazing energy and distinctness. ”I _have_ repented, day and night, but they were unavailing tears. Oh, if I have wronged thee”--she covered her face with her hands--”it was not even in thought that I grew unfaithful to thy trust. My babes, in a moment of weakness I looked on them, smiling as they lay. I could not dash the cup from their lips ere they had well nigh tasted. I could not behold them so soon doomed to misery and want.”
She made a convulsive effort to repress her sobs.
”Can years of suffering atone for my crime?”
She drew back as she continued, ”I abhor, I loathe the very existence I am forced to prolong. The cloister alone can hide my wretchedness and my shame.”
”I forgive thee: nay, shrink not from my embrace,” cried the distracted Sir William; ”I blame thee not in my regret. Pure, and as free from guilt as when first I knew thee, do I now receive thee to my arms.”
Sir Osmund smiled in contempt; at the same time casting a furtive glance towards the side entrance, where, true to his word, Roger De Cliderhow had summoned a guard of Welsh bowmen, their master's accomplices in many a deed of violence and rapine.
Sir Osmund heard their approach. He cautiously undrew the bolts, and, pointing to his foe with a signal they but too well understood, the latter was immediately seized, and with such rapidity, that almost before Sir William was aware of their design, he found himself a prisoner and incapable of resistance.
”Traitor, thou wilt rue this foul despite! I here proclaim thee a craven knight and a dastard!” exclaimed Sir William.
”False pilgrim,” growled his adversary, ”didst think to foist thy fooleries upon me! The dungeon walls will give thee a patient hearing.
Boast to them of thy descent, and when they acknowledge thee, so will I.
Guards, to your duty.”
Lady Mabel, with a loud and appalling shriek, fell senseless on the pavement.
In vain did Sir William endeavour to free himself from the rude grasp of his conductors. He was hurried along, nor did there appear the remotest possibility of escape. Just as they turned into a sort of corridor, leading to the pa.s.sages more immediately connected with the place of their destination, they encountered Humphry Lathom. The same half-stupid, half-knavish expression of face was now lighted up by a grin of apparently inexplicable amazement.
”Eh, nuncle,” said he, stroking his beard, ”but you're in mighty grace.
The Welshman always mounts his he-goats for guard on them he delighteth to honour.” With one of his more than ordinarily elvish and malicious shouts he scampered past the enraged sentinels, and was heard rapidly ascending the steps of the great tower, beneath the ma.s.sive foundations of which lay the dark and cheerless abode so unexpectedly destined for the reception of its owner.
Whilst these occurrences were pa.s.sing within the walls Grim's curiosity was in prodigious exercise without. His anxiety increased in a compound ratio with the time elapsed, and inversely as the hope of intelligence was decreasing. Every spare moment his eye was directed towards the hall; but no tidings came, no scout, no messenger from the scene of action, from whom the slightest inkling of the result could be gathered.
It seemed as though all intercourse had ceased, all transit and communication were cut off. It was mighty strange! some rare doings were afloat, no doubt, and not a soul would remember honest Grim in his thrall. He tied and untied his ap.r.o.n, beat the iron when it was cool, and let it cool when it was hot. ”It will be noon presently.” He looked at the sun; it seemed to have crept backward for the last half-hour: at any rate, he was morally certain that useful appendage to this great and troublesome world had stood still, if not retrograded. The mendicants were all gone--no tidings to be gained from them--matters were more than usually contrary and provoking--and if it had not been for some recent disgrace which his prying disposition had occasioned at the hall, he would long ago have satisfied himself by a personal inquiry into the present posture of affairs.
”Hope deferred” was just on the point of being attended with the usual consequences, when, taking another peep through a crevice, constructed for putting into effect a more efficient system of examination, he beheld a phenomenon as unlooked for as it was incomprehensible. He rubbed his eyes, strongly persuaded that some rigorous discipline was necessary. He pinched his fingers, shook himself--was he really awake?