Part 4 (1/2)
”That which agitates my mind is, perforce, the same matter which troubles thee--a holy father of the Church, my Lord of Rookwood, and some tens of thousands of loyal Catholics in England. 'Tis the broken promises of James--the overthrow of our religion, the----”
Garnet checked him.
”Thou speakest as a true Catholic,” said he, ”yet has thy grievance been long endured. There are many men whose childhood witnessed these selfsame wrongs.”
”Aye!” cried Catesby, seizing the hand of the Superior, ”our sufferings have, indeed, been of long duration, but we looked to the ascension of the new King to lessen evils which have pressed so hard upon us. 'Twas to James of Scotland----”
The eyes of the Jesuit blazed fiercely.
”Wretched country!” cried he, stretching out his arms, ”thou hast in truth suffered long, and the blessing of Most Holy G.o.d hath gone from thee. Thy soul is troubled, Sir Robert Catesby, thou, who art free to live as suiteth thee! Thinkest thou then that I, whom the Holy Church hath appointed to teach her children, suffer nothing being thus a prisoner behind the walls of Hendlip House? If thou art vexed at thought of penalties, and cruel enactments against thy brethren, what thinkest thou of the happiness of one to whom banishment without voice or trial, such as are granted to the lowest criminal, follows from so unjust a law? What have I done, wherein lieth the crime of all the priests in England, that the hand of James is turned against us? If thou seek out the King, or question the Parliament, and ask wherefore we are driven from our churches--they will answer thee, 'Ye are Catholics.'”
During his words, spoken with the fire of an ardent spirit, the slender form of the Jesuit seemed to tower, as an enraged deity, above the persons of his two companions. But having poured out the bitterness of his soul, the meekness of the man a.s.serted itself, and sinking into a chair he buried his face in his hands. The sight aroused Catesby to madness.
”Aye!” cried he, advancing to the Prelate's side, ”I will go to James, but 'twill not be to test his arguments. One thrust and thou, with all Catholics, will be free.”
Drawing out his sword he threw it at the feet of the silent Jesuit.
”Bless thou therefore this trusty blade, good Father, that it may do its work quickly. Bless it, and me, for ere night comes again 'twill have drunk the blood of the heretic!”
The recklessness of the other's purpose roused Garnet from his lethargy.
”Thou art mad, good Catesby,” said he sadly; ”that thou thinkest to kill the King of England. Put up thy sword! 'Tis not through the violence of one man that England will be freed. We have waited long already; pray for patience that thou mayst bear with meekness the burden which rests heavily upon thee. Thinkest thou I groan not under it?”
Catesby might have replied in anger, but the voice of Rookwood forestalled him.
”There are many gentlemen in England this day who from waiting have grown weary, and who hope no more for indulgence from the King and his Parliament. Some there may be, who, even as good Catesby, have in their minds resolved upon most desperate measures. If it be then a sin to----”
Garnet turned upon him saying:
”A sin! A sin to slay the King of England?”
”Yet one who hath broken his promises, forsaken the religion of his mother, and who, blind to the mercy of G.o.d, doth seek to uproot this holy cause!” cried Catesby.
Whatever might have been the ultimate purpose of the Jesuit, whether as an Englishman he recoiled at the thought of the a.s.sa.s.sination of his King, or, as a Catholic, his zeal overbalanced his loyalty, he saw that it was quite time to curb the fanatical tendencies of his companions. The very life of the Catholic religion in England, his own safety, and that of his fellow priests, might be sacrificed by a premature attempt on the part of Catesby, or some of his followers, to end their wrongs by the murder of the King. With the keen perception which Garnet eminently possessed, he saw that the desired change in the religious policy of the government could only be brought about by a farther reaching blow than the removal of the person of James. Nor would a decided objection on his part to their purpose serve his ends, for it was his policy to draw about him the leading Catholic gentry of the kingdom. He therefore cast about for a middle course whereby those whose zeal had overcome their discretion might be pacified. The remembrance of Anne Vaux suggested an expedient.
”Good Catesby, and thou, Lord Rookwood,” said he blandly, ”your zeal in the cause hath much endeared you to me, yet, it were well to proceed with due caution in so grave a matter. Perchance King James hath it in his mind to extend to us that kind indulgence which we crave for. Ye know that the Parliament of England is composed of many who prate much about their liberties, and if James seek to aid us by dissimulation, 'twere an ill thing to cut the unripe corn.”
”What then, good Father?” asked Catesby.
”Thou knowest,” replied the Jesuit, ”that Mistress Vaux is closely united to the Court. Maybe thou knowest, also, that there is a certain gentleman, close to the King, who would make Anne his mistress. 'Tis a truth that the wit of woman worketh much, and it comes to me that this courtier, to please Anne Vaux, might seek to discover what is in the mind of his master regarding the Catholics of England.”
”'Tis a happy thought,” said Rookwood, ”if we be benefited.”
”All is in the hands of G.o.d,” replied Garnet solemnly, and rising he touched a bell which summoned Owen from the ante-chamber.
”Good Owen,” said he, ”bear to Lady Vaux my desire for her presence; our conference is ended.”
CHAPTER V.
WHY MASTER FAWKES WAS SUMMONED TO ENGLAND.