Part 37 (1/2)
”Speak on.”
”This man Aylward the bowman was my friend, and it is the nature that G.o.d has given me to love my friends even as I hate my foes. He is also thy servant, and it has seemed to me that you love him also.”
”I have good cause so to do.”
”Then you and I, Squire Loring, have more reason to strive on his behalf than any of these others, who think more of taking the castle than of saving those who are captives within. Do you not see that such a man as this robber lord would, when all else had failed him, most surely cut the throats of his prisoners at the last instant before the castle fell, knowing well that come what might he would have short shrift himself? Is that not certain?”
”By Saint Paul! I had not thought of it.”
”I was with you, hammering at the inner gate,” said Simon, ”and yet once when I thought that it was giving way I said in my heart: 'Good-by, Samkin! I shall never see you more.' This Baron has gall in his soul, even as I have myself, and do you think that I would give up my prisoners alive, if I were constrained so to do? No, no; had we won our way this day it would have been the death-stroke for them all.”
”It may be that you are right, Simon,” said Nigel, ”and the thought of it should a.s.suage our grief. But if we cannot save them by taking the castle, then surely they are lost indeed.”
”It may be so, or it may not,” Simon answered slowly. ”It is in my mind that if the castle were taken very suddenly, and in such a fas.h.i.+on that they could not foresee it, then perchance we might get the prisoners before they could do them scathe.”
Nigel bent forward eagerly, his hand on the soldier's arm.
”You have some plan in your mind, Simon. Tell me what it is.”
”I had wished to tell Sir Robert, but he is preparing the a.s.sault for to-morrow and will not be turned from his purpose. I have indeed a plan, but whether it be good or not I cannot say until I have tried it. But first I will tell you what put it into my thoughts. Know then that this morning when I was in yonder ditch I marked one of their men upon the wall. He was a big man with a white face, red hair and a touch of Saint Anthony's fire upon the cheek.”
”But what has this to do with Aylward?”
”I will show you. This evening after the a.s.sault I chanced to walk with some of my fellows, round yonder small fort upon the knoll to see if we could spy a weak spot in it. Some of them came to the wall to curse us, and among them whom should I see but a big man with a white face, red hair and a touch of Anthony's fire upon his cheek? What make you of that, Squire Nigel?”
”That this man had crossed from the castle to the fort.”
”In good sooth, it must indeed be so. There are not two such ken-speckled men in the world. But if he crossed from the castle to the fort, it was not above the ground, for our own people were between.”
”By Saint Paul! I see your meaning!” cried Nigel. ”It is in your mind that there is a pa.s.sage under the earth from one to the other.”
”I am well sure of it.”
”Then if we should take the small fort we may pa.s.s down this tunnel, and so carry the great castle also.”
”Such a thing might happen,” said Simon, ”and yet it is dangerous also, for surely those in the castle would hear our a.s.sault upon the fort and so be warned to bar the pa.s.sage against us, and to slay the prisoners before we could come.”
”What then is your rede?”
”Could we find where the tunnel lay, Squire Nigel, I know not what is to prevent us from digging down upon it and breaking into it so that both fort and castle are at our mercy before either knows that we are there.”
Nigel clapped his hands with joy. ”'Fore G.o.d!” he cried. ”It is a most n.o.ble plan! But alas! Simon, I see not how we can tell the course of this pa.s.sage or where we should dig.”
”I have peasants yonder with spades,” said Simon. ”There are two of my friends, Harding of Barnstable and West-country John who are waiting for us with their gear. If you will come to lead us, Squire Nigel, we are ready to venture our bodies in the attempt.”
What would Knolles say in case they failed? The thought flashed through Nigel's mind, but another came swiftly behind it. He would not venture further unless he found hopes of success. And if he did venture further he would put his life upon it. Giving that, he made amends for all errors. And if on the other hand success crowned their efforts, then Knolles would forgive his failure at the gateway. A minute later, every doubt banished from his mind, he was making his way through the darkness under the guidance of Black Simon.
Outside the camp the two other men-at-arms were waiting for them, and the four advanced together. Presently a little group of figures loomed up in the darkness. It was a cloudy night, and a thin rain was falling which obscured both the castle and the fort; but a stone had been placed by Simon in the daytime which a.s.sured that they were between the two.
”Is blind Andreas there?” asked Simon.
”Yes, kind sir, I am here,” said a voice.