Part 21 (1/2)

”Your comrade will not answer,” said the low soft voice. ”Those only hear the alarm whose consciences feel the call!”

”Again this mummery!” said Everard. ”I am better armed than I was of late; and but for the sound of that voice, the speaker had bought his trifling dear.”

It was singular, we may observe in pa.s.sing, that the instant the distinct sounds of the human voice were heard by Everard, all idea of supernatural interference was at an end, and the charm by which he had been formerly fettered appeared to be broken; so much is the influence of imaginary or superst.i.tious terror dependent (so far as respects strong judgments at least) upon what is vague or ambiguous; and so readily do distinct tones, and express ideas, bring such judgments back to the current of ordinary life. The voice returned answer, as addressing his thoughts as well as his words.

”We laugh at the weapons thou thinkest should terrify us-Over the guardians of Woodstock they have no power. Fire, if thou wilt, and try the effect of thy weapons. But know, it is not our purpose to harm thee-thou art of a falcon breed, and n.o.ble in thy disposition, though, unreclaimed and ill-nurtured, thou hauntest with kites and carrion crows. Wing thy flight from hence on the morrow, for if thou tarriest with the bats, owls, vultures and ravens, which have thought to nestle here, thou wilt inevitably share their fate. Away then, that these halls may be swept and garnished for the reception of those who have a better right to inhabit them.”

Everard answered in a raised voice.-”Once more I warn you, think not to defy me in vain. I am no child to be frightened by goblins' tales; and no coward, armed as I am, to be alarmed at the threats of banditti. If I give you a moment's indulgence, it is for the sake of dear and misguided friends, who may be concerned with this dangerous gambol. Know, I can bring a troop of soldiers round the castle, who will search its most inward recesses for the author of this audacious frolic; and if that search should fail, it will cost but a few barrels of gunpowder to make the mansion a heap of ruins, and bury under them the authors of such an ill-judged pastime.”

”You speak proudly, Sir Colonel,” said another voice, similar to that harsher and stronger tone by which he had been addressed in the gallery; ”try your courage in this direction.”

”You should not dare me twice,” said Colonel Everard, ”had I a glimpse of light to take aim by.”

As he spoke, a sudden gleam of light was thrown with a brilliancy which almost dazzled the speaker, showing distinctly a form somewhat resembling that of Victor Lee, as represented in his picture, holding in one hand a lady completely veiled, and in the other his leading-staff, or truncheon. Both figures were animated, and, as it appeared, standing within six feet of him.

”Were it not for the woman,” said Everard, ”I would not be thus mortally dared.”

”Spare not for the female form, but do your worst,” replied the same voice. ”I defy you.”

”Repeat your defiance when I have counted thrice,” said Everard, ”and take the punishment of your insolence. Once-I have c.o.c.ked my pistol- Twice-I never missed my aim-By all that is sacred, I fire if you do not withdraw. When I p.r.o.nounce the next number, I will shoot you dead where you stand. I am yet unwilling to shed blood-I give you another chance of flight-once-twice-THRICE!”

Everard aimed at the bosom, and discharged his pistol. The figure waved its arm in an att.i.tude of scorn; and a loud laugh arose, during which the light, as gradually growing weaker, danced and glimmered upon the apparition of the aged knight, and then disappeared. Everard's life-blood ran cold to his heart-”Had he been of human mould,” he thought, ”the bullet must have pierced him-but I have neither will nor power to fight with supernatural beings.”

The feeling of oppression was now so strong as to be actually sickening. He groped his way, however, to the fireside, and flung on the embers which were yet gleaming, a handful of dry fuel. It presently blazed, and afforded him light to see the room in every direction. He looked cautiously, almost timidly, around, and half expected some horrible phantom to become visible. But he saw nothing save the old furniture, the reading desk, and other articles, which had been left in the same state as when Sir Henry Lee departed. He felt an uncontrollable desire, mingled with much repugnance, to look at the portrait of the ancient knight, which the form he had seen so strongly resembled. He hesitated betwixt the opposing feelings, but at length s.n.a.t.c.hed, with desperate resolution, the taper which he had extinguished, and relighted it, ere the blaze of the fuel had again died away. He held it up to the ancient portrait of Victor Lee, and gazed on it with eager curiosity, not unmingled with fear. Almost the childish terrors of his earlier days returned, and he thought the severe pale eye of the ancient warrior followed his, and menaced him with its displeasure. And although he quickly argued himself out of such an absurd belief, yet the mixed feelings of his mind were expressed in words that seemed half addressed to the ancient portrait.

”Soul of my mother's ancestor,” he said, ”be it for weal or for woe, by designing men, or by supernatural beings, that these ancient halls are disturbed, I am resolved to leave them on the morrow.”

”I rejoice to hear it, with all my soul,” said a voice behind him.

He turned, saw a tall figure in white, with a sort of turban upon its head, and dropping the candle in the exertion, instantly grappled with it.

”Thou at least art palpable,” he said.

”Palpable?” answered he whom he grasped so strongly-”'Sdeath, methinks you might know that-without the risk of choking me; and if you loose me not, I'll show you that two can play at the game of wrestling.”

”Roger Wildrake!” said Everard, letting the cavalier loose, and stepping back.

”Roger Wildrake? ay, truly. Did you take me for Roger Bacon, come to help you raise the devil?-for the place smells of sulphur consumedly.”

”It is the pistol I fired-Did you not hear it?”

”Why, yes, it was the first thing waked me-for that nightcap which I pulled on, made me sleep like a dormouse-Pshaw, I feel my brains giddy with it yet.”

”And wherefore came you not on the instant?-I never needed help more.”

”I came as fast as I could,” answered Wildrake; ”but it was some time ere I got my senses collected, for I was dreaming of that cursed field at Naseby-and then the door of my room was shut, and hard to open, till I played the locksmith with my foot.”

”How! it was open when I went to bed,” said Everard.

”It was locked when I came out of bed, though,” said Wildrake, ”and I marvel you heard me not when I forced it open.”