Part 50 (1/2)

”In exchange for which, I suppose you require that you not be prosecuted, and that your sons get the farm in Carolina.”

”My sons, and Tomba,” Jack said. ”That is an African who has been with me since we met him racing horses on the beach near Acapulco. Fine lad.”

”I remind you that there is a reason why we insisted that this conversation happen this evening, this evening,” Daniel said.

”Bolingbroke has Ravenscar backed up against the wall,” Jack returned, ”and Ravenscar needs something.”

”Yes.”

”Show Bolingbroke that, then.” Jack nodded at the Sinthia. ”It'll hit him like a bolt between the eyes; for he has pestered me without letup these many months, wanting them from me.”

This silenced Daniel and Isaac for some moments. They had to look at each other for a while, before they looked at Jack. ”Henry St. John, Viscount Bolingbroke, her majesty's Secretary of State, has been pestering you you?”

”Call him by as many names as you like, the answer is yes.”

”Let us go and see your good friend good friend Bolingbroke, then,” Daniel suggested, with a not very subtle look at his watch. Bolingbroke, then,” Daniel suggested, with a not very subtle look at his watch.

”He is not my friend, but a d.a.m.ned nuisance,” Jack returned, ”and I'd not go in to his house again even if he invited me. But you may have that packet, as proof of my bona fides, bona fides, and I shall ride with you to Golden Square, and go for a const.i.tutional round the green, as you go in to strike your bargain with him. When you have done, come out and tell me the results. I'm keen to know whether the next English King is going to be German or French.” and I shall ride with you to Golden Square, and go for a const.i.tutional round the green, as you go in to strike your bargain with him. When you have done, come out and tell me the results. I'm keen to know whether the next English King is going to be German or French.”

”The only defect in your plan is a terribly mundane one,” Daniel said. ”We came in a phaethon.”

”What a rake you are, Dr. Waterhouse! Do stay away from my sons!”

”Two may fit inside, only with a lot of stuffing and bending.”

”Then do you stuff and bend yourselves into it,” said Jack, walking over to the door. He hauled it open and extended a hand to say, after you after you. ”I shall ride on the running-board, like a footman, as befits my station in life, and if any footpads or Jacobite fops get after us, why, I'll run 'em through.”

The phaethon had been waiting in the Press-Yard next to the gaol. This opened onto Newgate Street intra muros intra muros. Driving west, they pa.s.sed immediately beneath the vault of the city gate: a Gothick castle housing wealthy prisoners. Thence they could have got directly to Holbourn and taken a northerly route toward Golden Square, but Daniel knew it was an infernal gantlet of bonfires to-night: the bright line where Whig and Tory orders of battle were being drawn up. So he requested the southerly approach. The Old Bailey connected to the street extra muros extra muros and took them south to Ludgate Hill which, going west, became the last bridge over the Fleet Ditch, which became Fleet Street, which became the Strand. and took them south to Ludgate Hill which, going west, became the last bridge over the Fleet Ditch, which became Fleet Street, which became the Strand.

The scheme of placing Jack on the running-board worked well, for the phaethon was equipped with a grate, situated next to where a footman's face was likely to be, so that master and servant could mis-communicate as freely and grievously on the road as they did at home. Daniel left it open. Jack was able to chat with the pa.s.sengers almost as easily as if he were sharing the compartment with them. He was in a cheery mood-more so than Isaac, certainly-and offered up wry comments upon the Old Bailey, the odor of the Fleet, the Royal Society's headquarters, Drury Lane, the Kit-Cat Clubb, and other exhibits as they rattled past. Daniel took most of these in good humor, but Isaac, who suspected that Jack was baiting him, fumed quietly, like a beaker just tonged from a furnace. There were bonfires, fist-fights, and dogs f.u.c.king each other in Charing Cross, and Jack was silent for a while, because alert. But Roger's driver-who was of the best-negotiated this adroitly and got them on the short street called c.o.c.kspur that would soon fork into Pall Mall and Hay Market just before the Opera House.

”There must be an opera tonight,” Jack remarked through the grate.

” 'Tis not possible,” Daniel returned. ”It is out of season. I do believe they are erecting sets, and rehearsing, for a revival of The Alchemist The Alchemist by Ben Jonson.” by Ben Jonson.”

”I saw that a hundred times as a boy,” Jack said, ”why ever are they reviving it now?”

”Because Herr Handel has written new music for it.”

”What? It is a play, play, not an not an opera opera.”

”Styles change,” Daniel said. ”Mr. Vanbrugh's theatre, there, is nothing like the theatres of your boyhood: it is all indoors, and ornate beyond description, and the actors are imprisoned on a stage, behind a proscenium.”

”Stay, I have been to a few such,” said Jack. ”I could not hear a d.a.m.ned word. My ears are ruined; too much early horseplay with firearms.”

”Your ears are fine. No one No one can hear what the actors are saying, in a place like that. And this one in Hay Market is worse than most.” can hear what the actors are saying, in a place like that. And this one in Hay Market is worse than most.”

”When Vanbrugh designed it,” said Newton, suddenly thawing, ”it was styled the Theatre Royal. When it opened, nine years ago, and the audience thought they were witnessing a mum-show, then they had to change the name of it to the Opera, which empowered the performers to make themselves heard, by bellowing at the tops of their lungs in the style that is customary in that Art.”

”It chagrins me to hear that the good old Alchymist Alchymist is being subjected to such perversion,” said Jack. ”I've a mind to pop Mr. Handel in the gob.” is being subjected to such perversion,” said Jack. ”I've a mind to pop Mr. Handel in the gob.”

”It might not be so bad,” Daniel said. ”When yonder Opera got into financial straits-which did not take long-my lord Ravenscar stepped into the breach, and remodeled the inside-made it smaller, lowered the ceiling, et cetera. et cetera.”

”Ah, and that fixed the problem?”

”Of course not. So he had to rip it out and redo it again-anyway, he defrayed the expense by selling subscriptions for half a guinea.”

”Only half! I'd have bought one, had I known.”

”I shall ask my lord Ravenscar to throw one in as a soupcon, soupcon,” said Daniel.

”While you are at it, let him know his Opera is invested by the Mobb,” said Jack. ”For what I at first took to be the fireworks to celebrate an Opening Night, now takes on the appearance of a small Riot. There are several blokes on horseback, and I do believe I see a formation of infantry flanking them from behind the Opera House.”

”Infantry!?”

”Some would call it more Mobb, but to my eye their movements are altogether too orderly and platoonishly clumped. They are some militia. Ah, and there is something else, just before the entrance: I think it is an overturned carriage.”

Just then they swung round a curve onto Hay Market, and the Italian Opera House became visible out the left side of the phaethon. It was all as Jack had described it, save that Daniel did not see any of the phantom infantry spoken of by Jack. But he knew there was an open lot behind the building that was a perpetual construction camp as the theatre was gutted and remodeled by Ravenscar in his never-ending quest to make his performers audible, and where sets were erected for the operas. That was a very likely place for some Whig a.s.sociation militia to have bivouacked. If it was really true that Jack had seen infantry, he'd have seen them there.

The phaethon bounded up on its suspension, as if they had driven over a sudden rise. Jack had jumped off. Looking back through the grate, Daniel saw him receding. He was standing in the middle of Hay Market, squarely in front of the Italian Opera. ”I have just recognized that overturned carriage,” he called. ”I have deeds to do here.”

”Our transaction is not finished!” Newton shouted back.

”It cannot be helped. I shall try to meet you in Golden Square later.”

”If you do not, you may consider that the deal is null and void,” Newton returned, his voice faltering, as he was no longer so sure that anyone was listening. Jack had dissolved into the Mobb.

The Fabrick's Finish'd, and the Builder's partHas shown the Reformation of his Art.Bless'd with Success, thus have their first EssaysReform'd their Buildings, not Reform'd their Plays...Never was Charity so Ill Employ'd,Vice so Discourag'd, Vertue so Destroy'd;Never Foundation so abruptly laid,So Much Subscrib'd and yet so little Paid.-FROM DANIEL DEFOE'S ATTACK ON THE OPERA HOUSE IN HAY MARKET, THE REVIEW, THE REVIEW, NO. 26, 3 MAY 1705 NO. 26, 3 MAY 1705The Kit-Cat Club is now grown Famous Famous and and Notorious, Notorious, all over the all over the Kingdom Kingdom. And they have Built a Temple Temple for their for their Dagon, Dagon, the new the new Play-house, Play-house, in the in the Hay-Market Hay-Market. The Foundation Foundation was laid with great was laid with great Solemnity, Solemnity, by a n.o.ble Babe of by a n.o.ble Babe of Grace Grace. And over or under the Foundation Stone Foundation Stone is a Plate of is a Plate of Silver, Silver, on which is Graven on which is Graven Kit-Cat Kit-Cat on the one side, and on the one side, and Little Whigg Little Whigg* on the other. This is in on the other. This is in Futuram re Memoriam, Futuram re Memoriam, that after that after Ages Ages may know by what may know by what Worthy Hands, Worthy Hands, and for what good and for what good Ends Ends this stately this stately Fabrick Fabrick was Erected. was Erected.-JACOBITE JOURNALIST CHARLES LESLIE, THE REHEARSAL OF OBSERVATOR, THE REHEARSAL OF OBSERVATOR, NO. 41 (5/12 MAY 1705) NO. 41 (5/12 MAY 1705) BROAD AS IT WAS COMPARED to the town-houses hemming it in on left and right, the part of the Opera House fronting on the Hay Market could not contain a whole theatre. As anyone would discover who entered into one of its triad of ma.s.sive arched doorways, this was only a lobby. The auditorium proper, and the set-shops and backstage s.p.a.ces, were all under a mountainous roof that loomed in the interior of the block like a mountain-range over an Alpine town, and threatened to bury the adjoining houses under an avalanche of roof-tiles someday. Tonight the roof was hidden by darkness, occasionally blus.h.i.+ng a lambent red as a bonfire flared on the street below, and betraying the presence of silent watchers posted on its roof. It over-shadowed a stretch of Hay Market running some two hundred feet from Bell Inn on the north (rumored to contain a secret subscribers' entrance, used by the Kit-Catocracy) to the even narrower and darker alley of Unicorn Court on the south (which, for those brave enough to follow it all the way to its dead end, gave access to the backstage). Overall this was neither the grandest nor meanest fabrique in London and one could easily go past it without a second glance; but it happened to be the place where a lot of Jacobite Tories had lit bonfires tonight. The squadrons of un-uniformed Tory cavalry that had roved through the district to intercept messages between Marlborough House and the Kit-Cat Clubb, or Marlborough House and Leicester House, had converged hither, and turned their attention inward, toward the fires they had lit and the carriage they had brought to bay, which was rumored to contain the Electoral Princess of Hanover, here in London to spy and to cabal with Whigs to the town-houses hemming it in on left and right, the part of the Opera House fronting on the Hay Market could not contain a whole theatre. As anyone would discover who entered into one of its triad of ma.s.sive arched doorways, this was only a lobby. The auditorium proper, and the set-shops and backstage s.p.a.ces, were all under a mountainous roof that loomed in the interior of the block like a mountain-range over an Alpine town, and threatened to bury the adjoining houses under an avalanche of roof-tiles someday. Tonight the roof was hidden by darkness, occasionally blus.h.i.+ng a lambent red as a bonfire flared on the street below, and betraying the presence of silent watchers posted on its roof. It over-shadowed a stretch of Hay Market running some two hundred feet from Bell Inn on the north (rumored to contain a secret subscribers' entrance, used by the Kit-Catocracy) to the even narrower and darker alley of Unicorn Court on the south (which, for those brave enough to follow it all the way to its dead end, gave access to the backstage). Overall this was neither the grandest nor meanest fabrique in London and one could easily go past it without a second glance; but it happened to be the place where a lot of Jacobite Tories had lit bonfires tonight. The squadrons of un-uniformed Tory cavalry that had roved through the district to intercept messages between Marlborough House and the Kit-Cat Clubb, or Marlborough House and Leicester House, had converged hither, and turned their attention inward, toward the fires they had lit and the carriage they had brought to bay, which was rumored to contain the Electoral Princess of Hanover, here in London to spy and to cabal with Whigs incognito incognito. Not a one of them noted the sentries on the high dark roof of the Opera, who, for the last several minutes, had been busy with signal-flags. Those faced not towards the imbroglio in the Hay Market but west toward certain parks and undeveloped parcels of land, not far away, which in recent days had turned into strangely well-ordered Vagabond-camps.

”Money, and all that comes with it, disgusts me,” said Father edouard de Gex, speaking apparently to his own boots. For he had planted one to either side of the head of the d.u.c.h.ess of Arcachon-Qwghlm, and clamped her head between his ankle-bones, forcing her to look up into his face. ”Within living memory, men and women of n.o.ble birth did not even have to think think about it. Oh, there were rich n.o.bles and poor, just as there were tall and short, beautiful and ugly. But it would never have entered the mind of even a about it. Oh, there were rich n.o.bles and poor, just as there were tall and short, beautiful and ugly. But it would never have entered the mind of even a peasant peasant to phant'sy that a penniless Duke was any less a Duke, or that a to phant'sy that a penniless Duke was any less a Duke, or that a rich wh.o.r.e rich wh.o.r.e ought to be made a d.u.c.h.ess. n.o.bles did not handle money, or speak of it; if they were guilty of ought to be made a d.u.c.h.ess. n.o.bles did not handle money, or speak of it; if they were guilty of caring caring about it, they took pains to hide it, as with any other vice. Men of the cloth did not need money, or use it, except for a few whose distasteful duty it was to take in the t.i.thes from the poor-box. And ordinary honest peasants lived a life blessedly free of money. To n.o.bles, clerics, and peasants-the only people needed or wanted in a decent Christian Realm- about it, they took pains to hide it, as with any other vice. Men of the cloth did not need money, or use it, except for a few whose distasteful duty it was to take in the t.i.thes from the poor-box. And ordinary honest peasants lived a life blessedly free of money. To n.o.bles, clerics, and peasants-the only people needed or wanted in a decent Christian Realm- coins were as alien, eldritch, inexplicable as communion wafers to a Hindoo. They are, I believe, an artifact of the pagan necromancers of the Romans, talismans of the subterranean Cult of Mithras, which St. Constantine, after his conversion to the True Faith, somehow forgot to eradicate, even as the temples of the idolaters were being pulled down or made over into churches. The makers, users, and h.o.a.rders of money were a cult, a cabal, a parasitical infestation, enduring through many ages, no more Christian than the Jews-indeed, many were were Jews. They convened in a few places like Venice, Genoa, Antwerp, and Seville, and spun round the globe a web or net-work of links along which money flowed, in feeble and fitful pulses. This was repugnant but endurable. But what has happened of late is monstrous. The money-cult has spread faster across what used to be Christendom than the faith of Mahomet did across Araby. I did not grasp the enormity of it until Jews. They convened in a few places like Venice, Genoa, Antwerp, and Seville, and spun round the globe a web or net-work of links along which money flowed, in feeble and fitful pulses. This was repugnant but endurable. But what has happened of late is monstrous. The money-cult has spread faster across what used to be Christendom than the faith of Mahomet did across Araby. I did not grasp the enormity of it until you you came to Versailles as an infamous Dutch wh.o.r.e, a plaything of diseased bankers, and shortly were enn.o.bled-made into a Countess, complete with a fabricated pedigree-and why? Because you had n.o.ble qualities? No. Only because you were Good with Money-a high sorceress of the coin-cult-and so were adored by the same sort of degraded Versailles court-fops who would gather in abandoned churches at midnight to recite the Black Ma.s.s. came to Versailles as an infamous Dutch wh.o.r.e, a plaything of diseased bankers, and shortly were enn.o.bled-made into a Countess, complete with a fabricated pedigree-and why? Because you had n.o.ble qualities? No. Only because you were Good with Money-a high sorceress of the coin-cult-and so were adored by the same sort of degraded Versailles court-fops who would gather in abandoned churches at midnight to recite the Black Ma.s.s.

”It was then that I formed my resolve to burn you at the stake, Eliza. It is to me what the Holy Grail was to Sir Galahad: an ambition that has sustained me through many trials and journeys. Oh, by itself, by itself, to see you slowly consumed by fire would be only an idle pleasure. Do not imagine I am so self-indulgent. Burning you, Eliza, was to be the climax, the catharsis of a great Work of purification. England was to fall to the armies of the Most Christian King, and the Dutch Republic was to fall next. Not just to see you slowly consumed by fire would be only an idle pleasure. Do not imagine I am so self-indulgent. Burning you, Eliza, was to be the climax, the catharsis of a great Work of purification. England was to fall to the armies of the Most Christian King, and the Dutch Republic was to fall next. Not just you you but but many many were to have been consumed in were to have been consumed in autos da fe autos da fe that would have illuminated the face of Europe as these bonfires do the Hay Market to-night. It was to have been the end of heresy-the heresy of the so-called Protestants, of the Jews, and, most of all, of the money-cult. Great canvases and frescoes would have been painted of the event, by the Michelangelos of a new age, who would work not for money but for the glory of G.o.d. These paintings would have been vast tableaux of countless figures; but in the center of all, taking pride of place, would have been you, Eliza, bound to a stake in Charing Cross, burning. During my voyage round the world, when I was sick or cold or exhausted, and my faith began to fail, I would think on this, and find new strength. The love of it beckoned me ever onward, even as fear of it drove Jack like the crack of a whip at an ox's ear.” that would have illuminated the face of Europe as these bonfires do the Hay Market to-night. It was to have been the end of heresy-the heresy of the so-called Protestants, of the Jews, and, most of all, of the money-cult. Great canvases and frescoes would have been painted of the event, by the Michelangelos of a new age, who would work not for money but for the glory of G.o.d. These paintings would have been vast tableaux of countless figures; but in the center of all, taking pride of place, would have been you, Eliza, bound to a stake in Charing Cross, burning. During my voyage round the world, when I was sick or cold or exhausted, and my faith began to fail, I would think on this, and find new strength. The love of it beckoned me ever onward, even as fear of it drove Jack like the crack of a whip at an ox's ear.”

All during this curious discourse, Eliza was trying to saw away, with her dagger, at the ox-hide strap that served as the hinge of the carriage door. This was difficult to achieve without a continual movement of the shoulder that must have been obvious to de Gex, and so she was trying to go about it subtly. Which meant slowly. He was evidently in no hurry to get on with her auto da fe; auto da fe; but she feared he was now drawing to some conclusion, and about to set fire to her carriage, or something. So she asked him a question. ”It is just the opposite of what one would think, given your pa.s.sion for Alchemy-who would've phant'sied you'd such an antipathy for money?” but she feared he was now drawing to some conclusion, and about to set fire to her carriage, or something. So she asked him a question. ”It is just the opposite of what one would think, given your pa.s.sion for Alchemy-who would've phant'sied you'd such an antipathy for money?”

De Gex shook his head sadly, and took his eyes away from Eliza's for the first time in a long while. The light of a bonfire glittered in the oily blade of his dagger, and caught his eye; he gazed into it, and twiddled it idly as he went on: ”Of course some Alchemists are charlatans, seeking wealth; they are a mockery of people like you, you, sharing your avarice, wanting your artifice. But can you not see that Alchemy is the avenging angel to destroy your heresy? For what value shall your money have, if gold may be made as easily as straw?” sharing your avarice, wanting your artifice. But can you not see that Alchemy is the avenging angel to destroy your heresy? For what value shall your money have, if gold may be made as easily as straw?”

”So that is the end you seek,” Eliza said, ”to overturn and scatter the new System that has been built up, during your lifetime, by the ineffable workings of Money.”

”Indeed! What right do Britain, and the Dutch Republic, have to exist? G.o.d did not mean for men to live in such places, or if He did, He did not mean for them to prosper prosper here. Look-look at this opera house! Built on the edge of the world by frostbitten shepherds-yet in its size, its glory, truly a monster, an abomination, only possible because of the unnatural distortions that Money has wreaked on the world. The same is true of all London! It should all burn. And you should be the spark to kindle it.” here. Look-look at this opera house! Built on the edge of the world by frostbitten shepherds-yet in its size, its glory, truly a monster, an abomination, only possible because of the unnatural distortions that Money has wreaked on the world. The same is true of all London! It should all burn. And you should be the spark to kindle it.”

”Should be, or shall be?” Eliza asked. The ox-hide hinge was nearly sawn through; one good slash ought to drop the carriage-door to the pavement, and give her hips room to slither out. But this did her no good when her head was clamped between de Gex's feet. She arched her neck, pointing her chin up at de Gex's face, and thereby gained an upside-down view of a bonfire just a few paces away. If she could tempt him to go over and root around for a firebrand, she might be out from under the carriage by the time he got back.

”Grand beautiful schemes,” said de Gex, with a regretful smile, ”such as the one I have just laid out, oft arise more from pride pride than than piety piety. To create an auto da fe auto da fe here in the Hay Market to-night would gratify my pride. But it were too grand and gaudy a scheme, under present circ.u.mstances. I must show humility, instead, by doing the work quickly, with nicotine. You may take it as a moral lesson: though you have lived expensively, and in grand style, you shall die a simple and humble death in the gutter of Hay Market.” here in the Hay Market to-night would gratify my pride. But it were too grand and gaudy a scheme, under present circ.u.mstances. I must show humility, instead, by doing the work quickly, with nicotine. You may take it as a moral lesson: though you have lived expensively, and in grand style, you shall die a simple and humble death in the gutter of Hay Market.”

”Ain't it a shame,” said an English voice, somehow familiar to Eliza, ”when a n.o.ble holy man, who despises money, has to cut corners, and kill meanly, all because he and Leroy don't have two louis d'or louis d'or to rub together.” to rub together.”

At the first sound of this voice, de Gex stepped back half a pace, and broadened his stance. This freed Eliza's head. She turned it toward the speaker-who was framed in the center arch of the Italian Opera, as if just emerging from a play. Since there was no performance to-night, it seemed more likely that this was a chap who knew his way around the nearby alleyways. Unable to break through the cordon of Jacobite riders and flaming barricades, and the Mobb attracted thereby, he must have entered the Opera House covertly through the side entrance at Bell Inn, and worked his way through the building to burst in on their discourse from a direction unexpected and unwatched. So much so, in fact, that most of de Gex's riders, who were still out patrolling the fringe of the fire-light, did not even know yet that an interloper had penetrated to the core of their position.