CHAPTER IV.
HOW CHARLES WAS DISGUISED AS A WOODMAN.
"Must I, too, quit your majesty?" asked Careless.
"There is no help for it, Will," replied Charles. "My best chance ofescape--the sole chance, in fact--lies in being left to myself. I shallbe well served by these faithful Penderels."
"Of that you may rest assured, sire," said Careless. "Yet I still thinkI may be of some service to your majesty. At any rate, I shall not quitthe neighbourhood of Brewood Forest, so that I may be readily found,if wanted. I know the country as well as the Penderels themselves. Sounimportant a circumstance may easily have slipped from your majesty'smemory, and I must therefore remind you that I was born at Bromhall, inStaffordshire, within three miles of White Ladies."
"Ah, I recollect!" cried Charles. "No wonder you are well acquaintedwith the district."
"I have not seen Bromhall for years," pursued Careless, "and fewrecollect me. Nevertheless, I can make myself at home there."
"Take my advice, and go not near the place," said Charles. "Of acertainty you will be discovered by the rebel troopers from Codsall.Since you are familiar with the forest, hide yourself within it, andjoin me at Boscobel. But now for my disguise. No one but yourself shallclip off my locks. Have you procured a pair of scissors from DamePenderel?"
"Here they are, sire," replied Careless, producing them.
"'Sdeath! they are like shears," exclaimed the king. "However, theywill do the work more quickly. Have you aught to throw over myshoulders?"
"A towel borrowed from the good dame."
"That will do," replied Charles. "Now begin, and lose no time."
It required a desperate effort on Careless's part to commence, but ina few minutes he had cut off the long black locks on which the youngmonarch had justly prided himself.
"Have you done?" asked Charles.
"Be pleased to look at yourself in the glass, sire, and you will findyour hair cropped as close as that of a Puritan."
Charles groaned on remarking the frightful change wrought in hispersonal appearance.
"Zounds! you have disfigured me most horribly," he cried.
"I have reluctantly obeyed your majesty's orders," replied Careless."Here are love-locks enow for twenty fair dames," he added.
"Unluckily, there is not a single fair dame on whom to bestow them. BidDame Penderel burn them."
"Rather let me bid her keep them safely as a memorial for herchildren," rejoined Careless.
"As you will," said the king. "Now help me to take off my ornaments."
"Little did I think I should ever have this sad duty to perform, sire,"observed Careless, as he knelt down to remove the garter from theking's knee.
"These are but badges of royalty, and can be easily replaced," saidCharles. "A kingdom is not so easily got back."
With his attendant's aid he then divested himself of the blue riband,the George of diamonds, and all his ornaments.
"My watch has stopped," he remarked. "I have neglected to wind it up."
"It has been struck by a bullet," said Careless, examining it. "Lookhow deeply the case is dinted, sire. This watch has saved yourmajesty's life."
"Then I will bestow it on the best friend I have," said the king. "Wearit for my sake, Will."
"I will wear it next my heart," was the fervent reply. "Your majestycould not have bestowed upon me a more precious gift."
Just then Lord Wilmot, Colonel Roscarrock, Colonel Blague, and someothers came in, and almost started back on seeing how strangely theking was metamorphosed.
"You see, gentlemen, to what a state I am reduced," he observed, with asad smile. "I must commit these ornaments to your custody," he added.
"I hope we shall soon be able to restore them to your majesty," saidLord Wilmot, who received the George.
"What has been decided?" inquired Charles. "Do you all join Leslie?"
"The majority have so determined," replied Lord Wilmot. "But I shalltake another course. Perhaps I may attempt to reach London. I shall notbe far from your majesty," he added, in a low tone.
"What is to be done with your horse, my liege?" asked Colonel Lane."Have you any further occasion for him?"
"None whatever," replied Charles. "If the horse should be found here,he might lead to my discovery."
"Then I will gladly take him, for my own steed is dead beaten,"rejoined Colonel Lane.
The saddest moment was now at hand. The Duke of Buckingham, the Earl ofDerby, and the other nobles came in to take leave of the king.
Charles was profoundly affected, and the nobles were overpowered byemotion. Very little was said by them, for their grief was too realand too deep to find expression in words. Ceremony was laid aside, andCharles embraced them all. With very gloomy forebodings they then leftthe room--Lord Derby being the last to retire.
"I trust we shall soon meet again, my dear lord," said Charles, as hestood beside him, with his arm upon the earl's shoulder.
"I do not think I shall ever behold your majesty again in this world,"replied Lord Derby, in a melancholy tone. "I have a presentiment that Iam going to my doom."
"Then stay with me," said the king. "The hiding-places at Boscobelbelong of right to you. Proceed thither at once."
"Heaven forbid that I should endanger your majesty's safety by anyattempt to preserve myself," exclaimed the earl. "If I fall into thehands of the enemy, I shall be cheered by the firm conviction that yourmajesty will escape, and in the end will be restored to your kingdom.That I shall live to see that happy day I doubt--nay, I am well assuredI shall not--but it will come nevertheless."
"Look forward to it, my lord--look forward to our next meeting!" criedCharles.
"We shall meet in heaven, I trust, sire--not on earth," replied theearl, solemnly. "I bid your majesty an eternal farewell."
Charles did not attempt to reply, for he was strongly impressed by theearl's manner, and Lord Derby quitted the room.
The chivalrous but ill-fated peer's presentiments were unfortunatelyrealised. Immediately after taking leave of the king, as described,all the nobles, with the exception of Lord Wilmot, who had engaged theservices of John Penderel, the second brother, quitted White Ladies,taking with them the whole troop of Cavaliers, and proceeded, under theguidance of Charles Giffard, to the heath near Tonge Castle, where theyexpected to find Leslie and his cavalry. But the Scottish general wasgone, and was marching northwards, as they learnt, by way of Newport,so they took the same direction.
They had not, however, ridden many miles when they were overtaken byLord Leviston and a few of the royal life guards who had fought atWorcester. Lord Leviston and his handful of men were flying before astrong detachment of horse, commanded by Colonel James, and on seeinghis lordship's danger, the Earl of Derby and the other nobles at oncefaced about, and attacking the Roundheads with great fury, drove themback. This success greatly raised their spirits, but it was quicklyfollowed by a reverse. Just beyond Newport, they were encountered byColonel Lilburn, while Colonel James, having received considerablereinforcements, followed and attacked in the rear.
Leslie's cavalry was completely routed and dispersed. Lord Derby,Lord Lauderdale, Lord Sinclair, and the faithless Scottish leader,were captured, and conveyed first to Whitchurch, and next to Banburyin Cheshire. Subsequently, the ill-fated Earl of Derby was removedto Chester, and imprisoned in the castle, there to await his trialfor high treason. Charles Giffard was likewise taken prisoner at theconflict near Newport, but contrived to escape at Banbury.
But we are anticipating the course of events, and must return tothe fugitive monarch at White Ladies. Careless had witnessed thedeparture of the devoted band with feelings akin to self-reproach fornot going with them, when on returning to the house, he found RichardPenderel with the suit of clothes intended for the king's disguise,and immediately took them to his majesty. That nothing should bewanting, Trusty Dick had brought a coarse shirt and a woodman's capwith the garments, and in a few minutes Charles had taken off his richapparel, a
nd put on the sturdy forester's habiliments. His buff coatand broadsword-belt were replaced by a leathern doublet, and jerkin ofgreen cloth, while common country hose were drawn above his knees, andheavy hob-nailed shoes had succeeded his riding-boots.
As soon as the change was effected, William and Richard Penderel wereintroduced by Careless, and were astonished by the alteration in theking's appearance. Both averred that his majesty looked just like oneof themselves, and would impose on the most suspicious rebel.
A clever mimic, Charles tried, and not unsuccessfully, to imitateTrusty Dick's gait and manner. The elder Penderel could not repressa smile as he regarded him. The sole objection urged by those whoscrutinised the newly-made forester's appearance was that his handswere too white, but this was quickly remedied by a little charcoaldust. His complexion was dark enough, being as brown as that of a gipsy.
"Your majesty must be careful not to answer if you are spoken to byany of the common folk, since you have not the accent of the country,"observed William Penderel.
"Fear nothing. I shall easily acquire it," replied Charles. "Is LordWilmot gone?" he inquired.
"Ay, my liege," was the reply. "He left the house immediately after thedeparture of the troop. My brother John went with him, and intendedto take him to Mr. Huntbach's house at Brinsford, where he will staytill some other hiding-place can be found. Any message your majesty maydesire to send can be readily conveyed to him by John."
"And now, sire, since you are fully disguised," said Careless, "Icounsel you not to remain here a moment longer. 'Tis possible the housemay be surrounded, and then you will be unable to escape."
"Whither do you propose to take me?" asked Charles of the Penderels.
"It will be best that your majesty should remain in the forest duringthe day, in case an immediate search should be made at Boscobel,"replied William Penderel. "We will hide you in a thick part of thewood, about half a mile hence, called Spring Coppice, where no one willbe likely to search for you."
"I know Spring Coppice well," said Careless. "If your majesty shouldhear a whistle, you will understand it is a signal from me, and neednot be alarmed. Though unseen, I shall not be far off."
He then took leave of the king, and quitted the house.
No sooner was Charles gone than all traces of his visit were removed byGeorge Penderel and his wife.
His majesty's habiliments were carefully wrapped up and deposited in anold chest, as were his feathered hat and boots, while his shorn lockswere preserved like relics.
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