Part 37 (2/2)

”Where is Blake?” he asked.

”Blake?” echoed Ruth, her lips white. Diana sank into a chair, watchful, fearful and silent, taking now no glory in the thing she had encompa.s.sed.

Richard beat his hands together in a pa.s.sion of dismay. ”Is he not here?” he asked, and groaned, ”O G.o.d!” He flung himself all limp into a chair. ”You have heard the news, I see,” he said.

”Not all of it,” said Diana hoa.r.s.ely, leaning forward. ”Tell us what pa.s.sed.”

He moistened his lips with his tongue. ”We were betrayed,” he said in a quivering voice. ”Betrayed! Did I but know by whom...” He broke off with a bitter laugh and shrugged, rubbing his hands together and s.h.i.+vering till his shoulders shook. ”Blake's party was set upon by half a company of musketeers. Their corpses are strewn about old Newlington's orchard.

Not one of them escaped. They say that Newlington himself is dead.” He poured himself more wine.

Ruth listened, her eyes burning, the rest of her as cold as ice.

”But...but... oh, thank G.o.d that you at least are safe, d.i.c.k!”

”How did you escape?” quoth Diana.

”How?” He started as if he had been stung. He laughed in a high, cracked voice, his eyes wild and bloodshot. ”How? Perhaps it is just as well that Blake has gone to his account. Perhaps...” He checked on the word, and started to his feet; Diana screamed in sheer aifright. Behind her the windows had been thrust open so violently that one of the panes was s.h.i.+vered. Blake stood under the lintel, scarce recognizable, so smeared was his face with the blood escaping from the wound his cheek had taken.

His clothes were muddied, soiled, torn, and disordered.

Framed there against the black background of the night, he stood and surveyed them for a moment, his aspect terrific. Then he leapt forward, baring his sword as he came. An incoherent roar burst from his lips as he bore straight down upon Richard.

”You d.a.m.ned, infernal traitor!” he cried. ”Draw, draw! Or die like the muckworm that you are.”

Intrepid, her terror all vanished now that there was the need for courage, Ruth confronted him, barring his pa.s.sage, a buckler to her palsied brother.

”Out of my way, mistress, or I'll be doing you a mischief.”

”You are mad, Sir Rowland,” she told him in a voice that did something towards restoring him to his senses.

His fierce eyes considered her a moment, and he controlled himself to offer an explanation. ”The twenty that were with me lie stark under the stars in Newlington's garden,” he told her, as Richard had told her already. ”I escaped by a miracle, no less, but for what? Feversham will demand of me a stern account of those lives, whilst if I am found in Bridgwater there will be a short shrift for me at the rebel hands--for my share in this affair is known, my name on every lip in the town. And why?” he asked with a sudden increase of fierceness. ”Why? Because that craven villain there betrayed me.”

”He did not,” she answered in so a.s.sured a voice that not only did it give him pause, but caused Richard, cowering behind her, to raise his head in wonder.

Sir Rowland smiled his disbelief, and that smile, twisting his blood-smeared countenance, was grotesque and horrible. ”I left him to guard our backs and give me warning if any approached,” he informed her.

”I knew him for too great a coward to be trusted in the fight; so I gave him a safe task, and yet in that he failed me-failed me because he had betrayed and sold me.”

”He had not. I tell you he had not,” she insisted. ”I swear it.”

He stared at her. ”There was no one else for it,” he made answer, and bade her harshly stand aside.

Diana, huddled together, watched and waited in horror for the end of these consequences of her work.

Blake made a sudden movement to win past Ruth. Richard staggered to his feet intent on defending himself; but he was swordless; retreat to the door suggested itself, and he had half turned to attempt to gain it, when Ruth's next words arrested him, petrified him.

”There was some one else for it, Sir Rowland,” she cried. ”It was not Richard who betrayed you. It... it was I.”

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