The Black Tor Part 2
"Had I not better tell some of the men to arm, and be ready?" asked the lad.
"What! Nonsense, boy! I know my man. He would not dare to be insolent."
"But he has a dangerous-looking gang of fellows with him."
"Of the same kind as himself, Ralph. Have no fear of that. If there were real danger, we could soon summon a dozen stout men to deal with him and his party. But, as I said, let him only bring in two or three with him."
Ralph hurried out, and found the captain and his men forming a picturesque group about the stone steps; and as soon as he appeared, the former swung himself round, and threw his cloak over his shoulder, with a swaggering gesture.
"Hallo, my young eagle," he cried. "What saith the parent bird, the gallant lord of the castle?"
"My father will see you, sir," replied Ralph. "This way."
"Aha! I knew he would," cried the man, giving his steel cap a c.o.c.k over on one side, and displaying a large pink patch of his bald head. "Come on, brave boys."
"Stop!" cried Ralph quickly. "Three of you, only, are to accompany your leader."
"Eh? What?" cried the captain fiercely, as a low murmur arose.
"That is what my father said, sir."
"What does this mean?" cried the man theatrically. "Separate me from my brave companions-in-arms? Does this mean treachery, young sir?"
"Treachery? Why should it mean that?" cried Ralph stoutly, as the man's words endorsed the character so lately given of him. "If," argued Ralph to himself, "the fellow were the honest, brave soldier, why should he fear treachery from the brother-officer with whom he said he had often shared danger?"
"The world is full of wickedness, boy," replied the captain; "and I have often been misjudged. But there; a brave man never knows fear. You three come with me, and if in half an hour I do not come back, boys, you know what to do."
There was a shout at this, and hands struck sword-hilts with a loud clang.
"Right, brave boys, and don't leave one stone upon another until you have found your captain."
Ralph burst out into a fit of laughter, and then felt annoyed with himself, as the man turned round scowling.
"What do you mean by that, boy?"
"That your men would have their work cut out, sir," said Ralph sharply.
"This way, please."
The captain uttered a low growl, signed to three of his men, and the party followed the lad, who, to his annoyance, once more came across his sister, hurrying along the pa.s.sage.
"Salute, brave boys, salute," cried the captain. "Youth and beauty in front--the worship of the gallant soldiers of the king."
He struck an att.i.tude, which was roughly imitated by the men.
"A sister, on my life," cried the captain.
"This way," said Ralph shortly, and with the colour coming into his cheeks, as he felt indignant with the man for daring to notice his sister, and angry with her for being there.
The door of Sir Morton's room was thrown open, and the captain strode in, followed by his men; and, as he saw the knight, standing with his back to the fireplace, he struck a fresh att.i.tude.
"Ah! at last!" he cried. "My old brave companion-in-arms! Well met, once more."
He stretched out his hands, and swaggered forward to grasp Sir Morton's.
"Halt!" cried that gentleman sharply, without stirring from his position. "Now, Captain Purlrose, what is your business with me?"
"Business with you? Is this my reception, after long years of absence?
Ah, I see! The war-worn soldier forgotten once again. Ah, Sir Morton Darley, why humble me before my gallant men?"
"I have not forgotten you, Captain Purlrose. I remember you perfectly, and you are not changed in the least. Now, if you please, be brief, and explain your business."
"My business! I thought I was coming to an old friend and brother."
"No, sir; you thought nothing of the kind. Come, you know I understand you thoroughly. State your business, if you please."
The three men laughed aloud, and Sir Morton, who had not before noticed them, turned upon them sharply, with the result that the laughter died out, and they looked uncomfortable.
"And this before my men! Humbled thus! Have I fallen so low?"
"You are wasting words, Captain Purlrose; and, as you have found where I lived, and have evidently journeyed long, tell me at once why you have come."
"I will," cried the captain, resuming his swaggering air. "I, as an old soldier, sir, came to ask favours of no man."
"Then why have you come, sir, if not to ask a favour?"
"I was pa.s.sing this way, and, as an old brother-in-arms lived here, I thought I would call."
"You were not pa.s.sing this way, sir; no brother-in-arms lived here, but an officer, under whom you once served; and you had some object in view to make you cross our desolate moors," said Sir Morton, sternly. "If you want help, speak out."
"I am no beggar, Sir Morton Darley," said the man, in bl.u.s.tering tones.
"I am glad to hear it. Now, then, what is it?"
"Well, sir, you boast of knowing me thoroughly. Let me tell you that I know you, and your position here."
"And find it is in every respect a strong one, sir. Well?"
"You live here, close at hand to an enemy who covets your lands, and with whom you have fought again and again. You and your ancestors were always enemies with the Edens."
"Quite right, sir. Well, what is that to you?"
"This, Sir Morton Darley. The war is over. I and my brave fellows are idle, our swords rusting in their sheaths."
"More shame to the brave fellows who do not keep their weapons bright.
Well, this is a long preamble to tell me that you have all been dismissed from the king's service. Go on."
The captain stared and scowled, but he could not fully meet the searching eyes which looked him down.
"Well," he said, rather blunderingly now, "knowing what I did of my old officer's state--"