The Young Castellan: A Tale of the English Civil War

by George Manville Fenn

  CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT.

  BY A TRAITOR'S HAND.

  The last words were spoken as he hurried across to the door-way in thegate tower; and before he reached the platform at the top, he could hearBen Martlet storming and shouting at the men, who were very silent; butfrom the noise of footsteps it was evident that they were running to andfro.

  As Roy reached the top of the stairs, it was to find his exit on to theplatform blocked by Ben and the corporal, the former being decked withthe flag hanging over his shoulder like a mantle. They were evidentlybusy with the halyards at the little opening, down beside which theflag-pole butt was fixed in iron loops, and through which window theflag was hoisted and the halyards secured.

  "What's the meaning of this?" cried Roy, breathlessly. "The enemy willthink we have surrendered."

  "Let 'em come, then, sir, and we'll show 'em we haven't," roared Ben,fiercely.

  "But why was the flag hauled down?"

  "Wasn't hauled down, sir. Come down with a run right on to the leads."

  "What! Did the line break?"

  "I wish it had broke, sir. You just look at that!" And he held out anend of the thin, strong hempen cord which ran through a pulley at thetop of the pole, and to which the flag was always attached.

  "Cut?" cried Roy.

  "Yes, sir; cut. Some one has sawed through it with a sharp knife; and Iwant to know who it was."

  "Some one up here on the platform?"

  "No, sir; I'll answer for that," said the corporal.

  "Some one then in the ammunition chamber?"

  "Nay; I don't believe any one there would do it, sir," growled Ben, whowas now busy splicing the line, which came swinging down by the window.

  "How's that?" said Roy, eagerly.

  "What--that rope, sir? One of the lads has swarmed up the flag-staff,and run it over the wheel again," cried Ben, who now re-attached theflag, well above the splice, and began to haul it up again, the foldsgliding from his shoulder, and out of the window, to rise into sightfrom the platform, where the men greeted it with a hearty cheer.

  "Ha!" ejaculated Ben, as the colours reached the top, and he fastenedthe line. "That don't look like surrendering, sir."

  "No, Ben; but I want to know who dared to cut it. Who has been here?"

  "No one but old Jenk, sir. He came and stopped some time, standing inthe door-way, looking on and chattering to us a bit before he wentdown."

  "Oh, but surely he wouldn't have done such a thing as that, Ben!"

  "So I say, sir. If he did, it's quite time he was taken over to thechurch, and buried, for he must be out of his wits."

  "Oh, impossible! He couldn't have done it. Are you sure it was cut?"

  "Well, sir, you see the end."

  "It must have been frayed by rubbing against the edge of the parapet."

  "Didn't look like it sir; that's all that I can say."

  "Has any one else been here?"

  "Not as I know of, sir; but we've been too busy to see, keeping ourfaces to the enemy. I thought I heard some one run down."

  "Well, it was an unfortunate accident, Ben; but you've soon repairedit," said Roy. And he stepped out on to the platform to look aloft atthe flag, which was once more fluttering and flapping in the breeze; andthen he stepped upon a stone to gaze over towards the enemy's battery tosee if the lowering of the flag had had any effect there.

  But all was quiet. They had evidently ceased firing for the evening,and the shades of night were descending so quickly, that the figures inthe rear of the earthwork were beginning to look dim and indistinct.Away to the right, though, was a shadowy body which seemed to be movingalong towards where the enemy's camp lay, behind the wooded patch ofcountry; and Roy was not long in coming to the conclusion that it was atroop of horse, returning from the neighbourhood of the battery.

  He took a long sweep round, gazing hard at the beautiful woodedlandscape, and the soft calm of the hour, with the sweet moist odours ofevening which were wafted to him by the breeze, had a depressing effect.He found himself thinking of what a sad business it all was, that thepeaceful district should become the scene of war and bloodshed--littleenough of the latter; but who could tell how soon a terrible assaultmight be made upon the place, and their guns would have to be directedso as to mow down the advancing enemy like the hay fell before themower's scythe.

  Away to the west a bright planet was seen blinking in the dark grey sky,but that evening it did not seem to Roy like a star of hope; and when, afew minutes later, there came the faintly heard, mournful cry of an owl,he turned away to descend to the ramparts and walk round so as to visit,according to his custom, each tower in turn, where he was respectfullyquestioned by the men as to the lowering of the flag, and whether it hadany meaning.

  Roy laughed it off; but the fact of this incident impressing the men sostrongly had a bad effect upon him, and he found himself forced to makean effort to fight it back before he joined his mother for the quiethour or so he always spent with her before going on duty or retiring torest.

  But he was not to go straight to her; for on descending to the sadlytrampled garden, he found the secretary slowly walking up and down theleast-injured patch of grass, with his head bent, shoulders rounded, andhis hands behind him, clasped together as if they were manacled.

  He started sharply as Roy came near, actually wincing, and lookingdeadly pale.

  "I wasn't going to hit you, Master Pawson," said Roy, with a smile.

  "No, of course not; but all this firing has made me nervous. I amafraid I am not at all brave, Roy, and my head is so bad to-night, itmakes me worse. I started just as if you were some enemy, and it sent ashock right through me."

  "Better now?" said Roy, mockingly.

  "Oh, yes, better now; but I'm very glad I do not go on duty to-night. Ithink I shall go to bed very soon, and sleep it off."

  "Best thing; but you'll come with me to have some supper?"

  "No, not to-night. Please make my excuses to my lady. It's a sad thingto be so weak of health, Roy. Sadder still to see this lovely gardenspoiled by the trampling of armed men."

  "Yes, it's a great pity," replied Roy; "but we'll soon set it straightagain as soon as the enemy's sent to the right-about; and who would notsacrifice a few flowers for the sake of king and country?"

  "Ah, who, indeed!" cried the secretary, with a slight flush coming intohis cheeks. "Going?"

  "Yes; I must join my mother now."

  "And--er--are you on duty to-night?"

  "Not till twelve o'clock," said Roy, frankly. "Then I have to go myrounds, and again at four. I hope the enemy will not disturb us."

  "How can they?" said the secretary. "They cannot deliver an assaultwithout rafts and ladders, or with boats; and we should see theirpreparations long before they could attack us."

  "Yes, I suppose so," said Roy, thoughtfully. "The only thing I dread isa surprise."

  "Surprise!" cried the secretary, starting violently. "Don't say that."

  "Sorry I did say it," replied Roy, smiling; "for it made you jump as ifyou had been shot."

  "Yes, Roy; sieges do not agree with me. But whatever made you saythat?"

  "Only because I think it possible, in spite of all our precautions, thatthe enemy might find a way to get into the place; that's all."

  "What a horrible idea!" faltered the secretary.

  "Well, I suppose it is," said Roy; "but don't let it keep you awaketo-night, Master Pawson. Perhaps it is impossible."

  "Impossible? Of course it is. There, good-night. I must go and liedown."

  "And I am late in going to my mother," said Roy.

  "Then good--good-night. Make your men keep the strictest of watches forall our sakes, my brave young castellan!"

  "I will," said Roy; and each went his way.

  "Now, if I didn't begin to know that Master Pawson really liked me, Ishould have thought he was sneering," said the lad to himself. "I'malways fancying people look down upon me because I'm such
a mere boy.But he's trusty enough, as he has shown us. I wish he hadn't called me`my brave young castellan,' though. It sounds so sugary and oily.Surprise--surprise?" he thought. "No, they couldn't surprise us, unlessthey got in by a secret passage; and if there were one, they would neverfind it out. If we couldn't, it isn't likely that strangers would. Iwish Ben and I had had another big search. All this put it out of ourheads. I'll ask mother if she thinks it possible there is one. No, Iwill not," he said to himself, as he reached the door. "It wouldfrighten her into fits. She'd be too nervous to go to sleep, and wantme to let all the men search the dungeons, and make them nervous, too.Bah! It's only an old woman's tale. I don't believe in such things."

  He opened the door, to be welcomed by Lady Royland, who sprang from herchair, and proudly monopolised the task of taking off her son's helmet,cuirass, and back-piece, after unbuckling his sword.

  "My duty, Roy," she said. "The one I was proud to perform for yourfather. Ah, my boy, if he were only here that I might assist him now!But no news, Roy; no news. It is cruel work."

  "No news is good news, mother," cried Roy, cheerily. "Come and feed me,for I'm terribly hungry again."

  An attractive meal was waiting; and to have seen mother and son soonafter at the table, no one would have imagined that they were in abeleaguered castle with a strong body of the enemy close at hand.

  Roy sat till the clock struck nine, and then rose.

  "Then you will get no proper sleep to-night, my boy?" said Lady Royland,as she helped her son to resume his arms.

  "Oh, yes; I shall lie down as I am, and jump up at twelve to take theround. I shall be back in my room in a quarter of an hour if the enemyis quiet, and sleep again till four, when I go my round again. I say,isn't it wonderful how one wakes at the right time when one has had alittle practice."

  "Roy, my boy, it is wearing you out. Let me go and see if the men aredoing their duty to-night."

  "What nonsense, mother!" cried the lad, merrily. "Just as if this wasgoing to wear me out. To-morrow night old Ben will make the round, andI shall be snoring in my bed. There, good-night."

  "Good-night, my darling," cried Lady Royland, pressing him to herbreast.

  "I say, what a hard-hearted creature I must feel with this on," saidRoy, laughing merrily.

  "I never notice the cuirass," said Lady Royland, embracing her sonagain. "I only feel my boy's warm, true heart beating against mine."

  She followed him to the door, and he turned and kissed her again, andthen hurried away, depressing his sword-hilt to keep the steel end ofthe scabbard from clinking on the pavement.

  "Why did I do that?" said Roy to himself. "It was not as if--as if--Oh,what nonsense! It's the weather makes me feel low; and she feels lowtoo. I was obliged to try and cheer her up."

  He mounted to the battlements, whence he entered the room over theguard-chamber where, according to custom now, Ben was waiting with hislighted lantern, and wearing his long cloak, one side of which he threwover the light when he took it up.

  "All well, Ben?"

  "All's well, sir. Enemy as still as mice. I'm beginning to think thatone of these mornings we shall get up and find they've gone withoutsaying good-bye."

  "Hope you're right, Ben. Ready?"

  "Ready, sir."

  "Then march."

  They ascended to the top of the gate tower, where they were challenged,and then descended to the rampart to be challenged by the sentinelposted half-way between the towers, and again by the sentry on eachtower in turn. It was everywhere the same. The men were well upon thelookout, and they had all the same report to give, that everything wasstill and nothing had been seen.

  "You'll have Master Pawson on duty to-morrow night, so as to relieve oneman, Ben," said Roy, as he completed his round.

  "Won't relieve no man, sir," said Ben, sourly. "I shall want one towatch that chap to see that he don't do nothing foolish."

  "Ah, you're prejudiced. But I say, Ben, suppose we were surprised, howlong would it take us to man the walls?"

  "Couldn't surprise us, sir," growled the old soldier. "First alarm, themen would be out of the rooms and up atop of the leads at the guns; andall the rest would make for the ramparts, ready to run to any spot thatwas attacked. We're all right, sir, 'cept one thing."

  "What's that?" cried Roy, anxiously.

  "Old Jenk is worrying me, sir. He's been wandering about the rampartsto-night in a curious, crazy way, speaking to nobody, and actingsilly-like. I'm pretty sure it was him as cut that line and let downthe flag."

  "I'll talk to him to-morrow. Good-night till twelve, Ben. I'm tired,and shall be glad of my rest."

  "Good-night till twelve, captain," said the old soldier; and Roy went tohis room, took off helmet and sword-belt, and threw himself upon acouch, to forget all his low spirits and troubles in less than a minute,falling at once into a deep sleep, from which he started at the firstchime of the tower clock.

  The little lamp was burning dimly now on the mantelpiece, but it gavehim light enough to buckle on his sword; and as he did so, the chimingand striking of the midnight hour went on in the midst of what seemed anunnatural silence, which impressed him. The next moment his helmet wason, and he stepped quickly out into the corridor, to find it full ofarmed men, four of whom dashed at him as his hand flew to his side, andhe drew his sword.

  It was a vain effort; his arms were roughly grasped, and the cry hetried to raise was smothered by a hand pressed upon his mouth; while, bythe light of a lantern raised on high, he saw the figure of thesecretary, who stepped forward and took the sword wrenched from hishand.

  "Thanks, my brave young castellan," he said, mockingly. "We will takeoff your steel toys and gewgaws by-and-by. One word, though," he said,in a fierce whisper: "make the slightest sound, and you will be throwninto the moat. Be silent, and we will recollect that you are only aboy, and treat you as one."

  For answer, Roy threw all his strength into one desperate effort,wrenched his head round so that it was clear of the hand pressed uponit, and shrieked out the one word--

  "Judas!"

  The word seemed to cut into the wretched traitor's brain; and, raisingthe boy's sword, he struck at him; but the blade glanced from theperfectly tempered helmet, and the next moment one who seemed to be anofficer interposed.

  "Prisoners are not treated like that, sir," he said, sternly. "Whichway now?"

  "This," said the secretary; and he led the way along the corridor,towards the door opening upon the court-yard.