Part 16 (2/2)
”Right, my sapling; right and well said. The Armitages were all good men and true, and followed the fortunes of the Beverleys; but there are no Beverleys to follow now. Cut off-root and branch-more's the pity. That was a sad business. But come in; we must not talk here, for walls have ears, they say, and one never knows who one dares to speak before now.”
Oswald and Edward then entered with the landlord, and arrangements were made between Master Andrew and the latter for a regular supply of venison during the season, at a certain price; but as it would now be dangerous to bring it into the town, it was agreed that when there was any ready, Edward should come to Lymington and give notice, and the landlord would send out people to bring it in during the night. This bargain concluded, they took a gla.s.s with the landlord, and then went into the town to make the necessary purchases. Oswald took Edward to all the shops where the articles he required were to be purchased; some they carried away with them; others, which were too heavy, they left, to be called for with the cart as they went away. Among other articles, Edward required powder and lead, and they went to a gunsmith's where it was to be procured. While making his purchases, Edward perceived a sword, which he thought he had seen before, hanging up against the wall among other weapons.
”What sword is that?” said he, to the man who was measuring out the powder.
”It's not my sword, exactly,” replied the man; ”and yet I can not return it to its owner or to the family. It was brought me to be cleaned by one of Colonel Beverley's people, and before it was called for the house was burned, and every soul perished. It was one of the colonel's swords, I am sure, as there is E. B. on a silver plate engraved on it. I have a bill owing me for work done at Arnwood, and I have no chance of its being paid now; so, whether I am to sell the sword, or what to do, I hardly know.”
Edward remained silent for some little while, for he could not trust himself to speak; at last he replied: ”To be candid with you, I am, and all my family have been, followers of the Beverley family, and I should be sorry if the colonel's sword was to fall into any other hands. I think, therefore, if I pay the bill which is due, you may safely let me hold the sword as a security for the money, with the express understanding that if it is ever claimed by the Beverley family I am to give it up.”
”Certainly,” said Oswald; ”nothing can be fairer or more clearly put.”
”I think so, too, young man,” replied the shopkeeper. ”Of course you will leave your name and address?”
”Yes; and my friend here will vouch for its being correct,” replied Edward.
The shopkeeper then produced the account, which Edward paid; and giving on the paper the name of Edward Armitage, he took possession of the sword. He then paid for the powder and lead, which Oswald took charge of, and, hardly able to conceal his joy, hastened out of the shop.
”Oswald,” cried Edward, ”I would not part with it for thousands of pounds. I never will part with it but with my life.”
”I believe so,” replied Oswald; ”and I believe more, that it will never be disgraced in your hands; but do not talk so loud, for there are listeners and spies everywhere. Is there any thing else that you require?”
”No, I think not; the fact is, that this sword has put every thing out of my head. If there was anything else, I have forgotten it. Let us go back to the inn, and we will harness the pony, and call for the flour and oatmeal.”
When they arrived at the inn, Oswald went out to the yard to get the cart ready, while Edward went into the landlord's room to make inquiries as to the quant.i.ty of venison he would be able to take off his hands at a time. Oswald had taken the sword from Edward, and had put it in the cart while he was fastening the harness, when a man came up to the cart and looked earnestly at the sword. He then examined it, and said to Oswald,
”Why that was Colonel Beverley's, my old master's sword. I knowed it again directly. I took it to Phillips, the gun maker, to be cleaned.”
”Indeed!” replied Oswald; ”I pray, what may be your name?”
”Benjamin White,” replied the man; ”I served at Arnwood till the night it was burned down; and I have been here ever since.”
”And what are you doing now?”
”I'm tapster at the 'Commonwealth,' in Fish-street-not much of a place.”
”Well, well, you stand by the pony, and look that n.o.body takes any thing out of the cart, while I go in for some parcels.”
”Yes, to be sure I will; but, I say, forester, how came you by that sword?'
”I will tell you when I come out again,” replied Oswald.
Oswald then went in to Edward, and told him what had occurred.
”He will certainly know you, sir, and you must not come out till I can get him away,” said he.
”You are right, Oswald; but before he goes, ask him what became of my aunt, and where she was buried; and also ask him where the other servants are-perhaps they are at Lymington as well as he.”
”I will find it all out,” replied Oswald, who then left Edward, and returned to the landlord and recommenced conversation.
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