CHAPTER V.
HOW CHARLES FOUND A FAITHFUL ADHERENT AT ABBOTS LEIGH.
Jane was in her room--a large old-fashioned bedchamber, with atransom-window looking upon the lawn, and commanding a splendid view ofthe Severn's mouth and the distant Welsh hills--when a tap was heard atthe door, and a maid-servant came in.
"You have something to say to me, I perceive, Margaret?" observed Jane.
"Yes, madam," was the reply. "My mistress has ordered me to attend uponyour groom, Will Jones, and to be very careful of him. So I prepareda nice carduus posset, knowing it to be good for the ague, but when Itook it to him, he wouldn't drink it, but said he should prefer somemulled sack."
"Well, Margaret, you had better indulge him in his whim. Let him havesome mulled sack, since he fancies the brewage."
"But that's not all," pursued Margaret Rider. "Mulled sack won'tcontent him. He declares he is very hungry, and must have a goodsupper."
"Poor young man!" exclaimed Jane, in a commiserating tone. "He has hada long day's journey. Let him have some supper."
"It strikes me, madam, that he is not so ill as he pretends to be. Idon't see why he shouldn't sup in the servants' hall."
"Indulge him, Margaret--pray indulge him. He is worse than he looks.Ague is very obstinate."
"In my opinion, madam, the young man himself is very obstinate. Nothingseems good enough for him. I am sure he is very well lodged, yet he isnot satisfied with his room."
"Well, let him have a better room, Margaret."
"I think you show him too much indulgence, madam. But I will attend toyour orders."
And Margaret departed.
On going down-stairs, Jane repaired to the butler's pantry, where shefound Pope, and was about to give him some further directions, when hesaid to her, in a very grave tone:
"I do not know, madam, whether you are aware that I had the honour ofserving Mr. Thomas Jermyn, when he was groom of the bedchamber to thePrince of Wales at Richmond. His royal highness was a boy at the time,but I recollect him perfectly."
He paused and looked at Jane, but as she made no remark, he went on.
"Subsequently, I served in the late king's army under Colonel Bagot,and constantly saw the prince at that time, so that his features aregraven upon my memory."
"Why do you mention this to me, Pope?" inquired Jane, uneasily, for shesuspected what was coming.
"Can you not guess, madam?" he rejoined. "Well, then, since I mustneeds speak plainly--in your groom, Will Jones, I recognise the king."
"You are mistaken, Pope," she cried.
"No, madam," he rejoined, gravely, "I am too well acquainted with theking's face to be mistaken. But you need not be alarmed. His majestymay rely on my silence."
Just as the words were uttered, the object of their conversation camein. A look from Jane told the king that the secret had been discovered.
"Soh, Pope has found me out!" he exclaimed. "I thought he would. But Ican trust him, for I know him to be an honest fellow, who would scornto betray his sovereign."
"I have sworn allegiance to you, sire," replied Pope, "and I will neverbreak my oath."
And as he spoke he knelt down and kissed the hand which Charlesgraciously extended to him.
"Do not let your zeal lead you into any indiscretion, Pope," said theking. "Show me no marks of respect when any one is present, exceptMistress Jane Lane, but continue to treat me as Will Jones."
"I will carefully attend to your majesty's injunctions," said Pope.
Feeling now quite sure that the king would be well attended to, Janeleft the room.
But the loyal butler had his own duties to fulfil, and could notneglect them without exciting suspicion. Praying the king, therefore,to excuse him, he proceeded to serve supper, and while he was thusoccupied, Margaret Rider, by his directions, brought a jug of metheglinfor the king.
For more than an hour Charles was left alone in the butler's pantry,but at the end of that time Pope reappeared.
"I am now entirely at your majesty's service," he said.
"Sit down, and take a cup of metheglin," said Charles. "I want to havea chat with you."
After some hesitation the butler complied.
"To prove that I place entire confidence in you, Pope," observed theking, "I will tell you what I desire to do, and possibly you can aidme. My object is to obtain a passage for France. Do you think I shallbe able to find a vessel at Bristol to take me to Bordeaux?"
"Very few vessels sail from Bristol to France, my liege. You had betterhire a schooner for Cardiff or Swansea."
"But I have no money," said Charles.
"Mistress Jane Lane can procure any sum your majesty may require fromMr. Norton," replied Pope. "But of course she will be obliged to enterinto explanations with him."
"I should not feel uneasy on that score, because I know your master canbe trusted," observed the king.
"That is quite certain," rejoined Pope. "But with your majesty'sleave, the first thing to be done is to ascertain that a vessel can behired. There are plenty of ship-masters, plenty of ships, and plentyof seamen to be found at Bristol, but one doesn't know whom to trust.Or rather, I should say, one can't trust any of the skippers, sincemost of them are Roundheads. But if you desire it I will go with yourmajesty to Bristol to-morrow night. At the Dolphin, a tavern near thequay, frequented by seafaring men, we may be able to pick up someinformation."
"But will it be safe for me to go to a tavern like the Dolphin?"
"If I thought there was the slightest risk I would not offer to takeyour majesty there," replied Pope. "I am well known to David Price,the keeper of the tavern, and he will not question any one I may taketo his house. Possibly we may obtain from him all the informationwe require. If I succeed in obtaining your majesty a passage toBordeaux--or even to Swansea--I shall esteem myself the happiest ofmen."
Shortly afterwards Pope conducted the king to the pretty little chamberprepared for him. Needless to say that his majesty slept soundly.
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