Part 15 (1/2)

”Three times three--on a moonlight night, The oak behind, the beech to right; Three times three--over ling and moss, Robin's gain is Trevlyn's loss.

”Three times three--the war is long, Yet vengeance hums, and the back is strong; Three times three--the dell is deep, It knows its secret well to keep.

”Three times three--the bones gleam white, None dare pa.s.s by day or night; Three times three--the riddle tell!

The answer lies in the pixies' well.”

The voice ceased as suddenly as it had begun.

”Is that all?” asked the harsh accents of the wise woman.

”That is all the spirits choose to tell,” answered the soft voice, already, as it seemed, far away; and in another moment the lamp shone forth again.

The cat leaped down from the table with a hissing sound, and the old woman was revealed in her former position, resting her two elbows on the table, her withered face supported in the palm of her hand.

”Thou hast heard?”

”Ay, but I have not understood. Canst thou read the riddle to me?”

But the old woman shook her head.

”That may not be; that thou must do for thyself. I will write down the words for thee, that thou mayest not forget; but thou, and thou alone, must find the clue.”

With swift fingers she transcribed some characters on a fragment of parchment, and Cuthbert marvelled at the skill in penmans.h.i.+p the old woman displayed when she gave the paper into his hands. It was with a beating heart that he scanned the mysterious characters; but the old woman had risen to her feet, and motioned them away.

”Begone!” she cried, ”begone! I have no more to say. Heed my warning. Beware of menaced perils. The perils of the forest are less than the perils of the city; and an open foe is better than a false friend--a friend who lures those that trust him to a common destruction, even though he himself be ready to share it. Harden thine heart--beware of thine own merciful spirit. Turn a deaf ear to the cry of the pursued. Swim with the current, and strive not to stem it. And now go! I have said my say. Thou hast fortune within thy grasp an thou hast wits to find it and hold it.”

There was no disobeying the imperious gesture of the old woman. Cuthbert would fain have lingered to ask more questions, but he dared not do so. With a few brief words of thanks and farewell, he took Cherry's hand and turned away. The bolt of the door flew back; the door opened of itself again. The cat stalked on before down the dark staircase, and a faint gleam from above showed them the way down. The outer door sprang open before and closed behind them, and the next minute Cuthbert was hurrying his companion along the dark street, pulling her into the shadow of a doorway if any sounds announced the approach of any of the tavern roisterers, and so protecting her from any danger or peril till they stood at last in safety beneath Martin Holt's roof, and looked wonderingly into each other's eyes, as if questioning whether it had not all been part and parcel of a dream.

They had not been long gone; a bare hour had elapsed since they had stolen out into the darkness together. There was no fear that any other member of Martin Holt's household would be back for a considerable time. The two conspirators bent over the sc.r.a.p of parchment they placed between them on the table, and pored earnestly over it together.

”What does it mean, Cuthbert? what can it mean? Canst read the words aright?”

”Ay, it is well writ. I can read it, but I know not what it means.”

”Read it again to me.”

He obeyed, and she forthwith began to ask a hundred questions.

”'Three times three'--that comes so many times. What can that mean, Cuthbert? it must mean something.”

”Yes, doubtless, but I know not what.”

”And again, 'Robin's gain is Trevlyn's loss.' Cuthbert, who may Robin be?”

”I know not: Yet stop--hold! Yes, I have it now. Not that it may be aught of import. Robin is a name a score of men may bear even in one village. But when the robbers of the road found themselves at the ruined mill where the gipsies were, I heard the leader ask, 'Where is Long Robin?'”

”And was he there?” asked Cherry eagerly.

”I know not: none answered the question, and I heeded it no more. Most like he was but some serving man they wanted to take the horses.”