No Quarter! Part 22

"And they're a.s.sembled now, you think?"

"I'm sure of it, your Excellency. Armed, too; ready for rising."

In view of the contents of Ma.s.sey's despatch, now hastily communicated to the Volunteer captain, this seemed probable as intelligible. Rupert to a.s.sault from outside, aweing the loyal citizens by an attack, sudden as unexpected; the disloyal ones, these conspirators, to take advantage of it and act in concert--the programme beyond a doubt!

Withal, Langrish and one or two others were disposed to discredit it.

For in that confidential council itself was a leaven of treason.

Luckily not enough to control it; and when Fiennes put the question, "Shall we arrest these men?" a majority of voices declared promptly and decisively in the affirmative.

"Captain Birch!" said the Governor, once more turning to the young officer of Volunteers, "you hear our determination. I commit this matter to you, who best know the guilty parties, and the places. Take your own men, and whatever other force you think necessary. This gentleman will go with you as my authority for the requisition."

He referred to an aide-de-camp by his side, who, after receiving some directions in undertone, parted from him, and, with Birch, hastily left the room.

Scarce were they outside, when another officer presented himself in the council-chamber; in haste also, and unannounced, on the plea of pressing matter. A Volunteer captain, too; for Bristol had already raised more than one company of these citizen soldiers. Captain Jeremiah Buck, it was--the "busy mercer," as the Restoration writers contemptuously style him. But whatever he may have been otherwise, he was a busy soldier, too busy that night for Royalist likings, and brought further intelligence of the conspiracy, obtained from other sources--confirming that of Birch.

And, as the latter, he also received instant commands to proceed on the arrest of the conspirators. As there were several distinct "clatches"

of them, more than one force was needed to catch them simultaneously.

So commissioned, off went Buck, to all appearance greatly elated, and possibly indulging himself in the thought of satisfying some private spite.

Whether or no, the door that had closed behind him was still vibrating to the clash, when one who needed no usher to announce him caught hold of its handle and pushed it open, with an alacrity which proclaimed him also the bearer of tidings that would not brook delay.

"What is it, Trevor?" asked Sir Richard Walwyn, advancing to meet his troop captain. "Why have you left your guard at the gate?"

"Because, Colonel," panted out the young officer, "I've thought it better to come myself and make sure of the news reaching you in good time, as the Governor here."

"What news?"

"Prince Rupert and the Royalist army reported outside the city. A countryman just come in says they are pitching tents on Durdham Down.

And his report's confirmed by what I've myself seen from the top of the gate tower."

"What saw you, Captain Trevor?" asked the Governor, who, with the other officers, had been all the while anxiously listening.

"A glare of light, your Excellency; such as would proceed from the blaze of camp-fires."

This was confirmation full, of Ma.s.sey's warning despatch, the conspiracy, everything. But, for better a.s.surance of it, the Governor, with the a.s.sembled officers, rushed out of the council-chamber and up to the Castle donjon; there to see the horizon lit up with a yellowish glare which, as soldiers, they knew to be the reflection from bivouac fires. And a wide spread of them, the sky illumined all over Durdham Down, away to King's Weston.

"Rupert it must be--he, and his plundering host!"

Captain Birch made quick work of the duty a.s.signed to him. In less than twenty minutes after receiving the Governor's commands, he stood before the door of Robert Yeomans's house, demanding admission. He had the strength at his back to enforce it--his own Volunteers afoot, with a body of horse, lest the conspirators should escape by flight. And some of both, distributed round the house, already enfiladed it.

It was a large house, its owner being one of the wealthy citizens of Bristol. Forty men were within it, all armed, as the Volunteer officer had been told. At word of what was without they sprang to their arms, some of the more courageous counselling fight. But when they looked through the windows, saw that formidable array, and heard the stern summons "Surrender!" their hearts failed them, and they surrendered.

Wisely, too. Had they resisted, instant death would have been their fate. For, among the men with Birch, were some fresh from the affair of Cirencester; themselves escaped, but leaving behind friends, relatives, even brothers, butchered in cold blood. Exasperated, maddened, by the memory of that slaughter--some of them with wounds still unhealed from it--Birch, who was moderate as brave, had a difficulty to restrain them from dealing out death to the malignants. The troopers who accompanied him, smarting under late reverses, would have gladly hailed the order to "fall on." But the cowed conspirators submitted like sheep, and were marched off to the Castle, every man-jack of them; there to meet other batches brought in by Buck and the different officers who had been detailed for their arrest.

In houses here and there throughout the city, parties of them were found and picked up; all armed, waiting for a signal to sally forth and shed the blood of their fellow-citizens. This has been denied, but a letter from the barbarous Lord Byron to Prince Rupert puts the design beyond doubt. But for the vigilance of the merchant-soldier Birch, and the activity of the "busy mercer" Buck, that night the streets of Bristol would have run blood, and every house in it belonging to a Parliamentarian been sacked and plundered. For the head plunderer, Rupert--he who introduced the word to the English language--stood at that very hour on the top of King's Weston hill, awaiting a triple signal--the bells of three churches to be rung--Saint John's, for summoning the Royalist sailors; that of Saint Nicholas, to call out the butchers for butchers' work congenial to them; while from the tower of Saint Michael's he expected to hear a peal more especially meant for himself and his freebooters, as it were saying, "You may come on! The gates of Bristol are unbarred for you!"

But he heard it not. They who had been entrusted with the ringing of that fatal peal never rang it. Instead of bell ropes in their hands, they now had manacles around their wrists, and grim sentries standing guard over them.

Rupert waited, watched, and listened, till the break of day showed him the great seaport of the Severn still calm; its gates close shut; its walls and towers bristling with armed men, in att.i.tudes that told them determined on its defence.

Thinking he had been made a fool of, and fearing further betrayal, he hastily beat retreat from Durdham Down to seek the pillage of some city more easy of being entered.

The rising sun saw his back turned upon Bristol; he and his Cavaliers venting loud curses--reviling their partisans inside, whose misleading correspondence had lured them to an expedition ludicrous as bootless.

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.

A CITY OF REFUGE.

Of the Foresters who figure in our tale, Rob Wilde, Jerky Jack, and Winny were not the only ones who had found their way into Bristol. Most of Sir Richard Walwyn's troopers were Foresters. But the master of Hollymead was himself there, with his daughters, their maid Gwenthian, and others of the family servants.

Why he had exchanged his Forest home for a residence in town--that, too, in a city under military occupation, threatened with siege and all its inconveniences--has been already in part explained. With the commencement of hostilities country life became unsafe, more especially for people of quality and those who had anything to lose. Parties of armed men penetrated into the most remote districts, demanding contributions and levying them--at first in the name of the King.

Naturally, this aroused the spirit of retaliation, and dictated reprisals; so that in time both sides became more or less blamable for _filibusterism_. The weight of evidence, however, shows that, as a rule, the Parliamentarian officers did all in their power to restrain, while those of the Royalist army not only encouraged but gloried in it-- themselves taking a hand. A Prince had set them the lesson, making robbery fashionable, and they were neither backward nor slow in profiting by it.

As a sample of the spirit in which the Cavaliers made war, thus wrote Sir John, afterwards Lord Byron--the same truculent ruffian already alluded to, commanding a body of the King's horse--"_I put them all to the sword, which I find to be the best way to proceed with these kind of people, for mercy to them is cruelty_."

The gallant defenders of Barthomley Church were "these kind of people,"

whom this monster, ungrammatical as inhuman, had ma.s.sacred to a man!

Fighting under such faith, no wonder the _lex talionis_ soon displayed itself on both sides, and in bitterest, most relentless form. Not only had the main routes of travel become unsafe, but sequestered country roads; while the sanct.i.ty of private houses was invaded, and women subjected to insult, oft even to the disregarding of their honour. This was conspicuously the case in the districts where the Cavaliers had control, no decent woman daring to show herself abroad. Even high-born ladies feared encountering them, if having father or brother on the Parliamentary side. Some dames, however, who favoured their side, were bold and free enough with them; and a very incarnation of female shamelessness was the strumpet following of Rupert.

As known, Ambrose Powell had at first thought of fortifying Hollymead, and holding it with his servants, retainers, and such of the Foresters as he could rally around him; of whom he had reason to believe many would respond to his call. The _haw-haw_ around the house was suggestive of his doing so--itself an outer line of defence, which could be easily strengthened. It but needed a parapet of _gabions_, or _fascines_, to render it una.s.sailable, save in the face of a scathing fire. And he had the wherewith to deliver this, having long expected the coming storm, and stored up materials to meet it. One of the chambers of Hollymead House was a very armoury and ordnance room, full of the best weapons of the time, which his great wealth had enabled him to provide--muskets of the _snap-hans_ fire, pistols, pikes, and halberds. They but wanted putting into hands capable of making efficient use of them.

And he himself had but waited for Sir Richard Walwyn's advice, as to whether he should attempt holding Hollymead, or abandon it. He knew he must do one or the other. His partisanship, long since proclaimed and known beyond the borders of the Forest, with the echoes returning, so admonished him.

"Could it be held, think you?" he asked of the soldier knight, on the evening of his arrival with Eustace Trevor--Sir Richard and his host alone closeted in conversation.

"Impossible!" was the answer, backed up by convincing reasons. "Were it a structure of stone, I might say Yes, easily enough; with a force numerous enough to garrison it. But those wooden beams, and roofs dry as tinder--they'd be set ablaze by the first arrow sent at them."

The reader may fancy Sir Richard's allusion to arrows was a figure of speech, or anachronism. It was neither. For this primitive weapon, almost universal among savage men, was not then obsolete, or out of the hands of the civilised. In the army of Ess.e.x--the Lord General himself--was a corps of bowmen; and others elsewhere. The belief in the bent yew stick and feathered shaft, that had gained for England such renown at Cressy and Agincourt, was still strong in the days of her more glorious struggle--the Great Rebellion.

But it was not to shafts of this kind the knight had reference; instead, arrows projected from muskets and arquebusses for setting fire to a.s.sailed forts and houses--a species of ordnance which then formed part of the equipment of every well-appointed _corps d'armee_.

With the master of Hollymead the argument was conclusive. He saw his house could not be held, with any hope of successful defence, if attacked by a force strong and determined. And that such would come against it he had been as good as sure, ever since that hour when Reginald Trevor placed in his hands the letter of Loan by Privy Seal-- altogether sure, when Lunsford, later, came to make the levy itself.

Only a day or two longer had he remained in it, to pack up his plate, with other cherished penates, and have them transmitted to a place of safety--to Gloucester--the nearest city promising asylum to the harried partisans of the Parliament--going thither himself with his family.

He had, however, made but short stay there. The seaport of Bristol beyond was a "city of refuge" more to his mind, because of a house in it that offered him hospitality--a sister's--and under its roof he and his were sojourning on that night of dread danger, averted almost as soon as apprehended.

Nor in that crisis was the refugee from Dean Forest himself inactive.

When men stood gazing with eyes full of keen apprehension at the fire-glare over Durdham Down, Ambrose Powell was moving briskly through Bristol's streets, urging its citizens to arm and defend it. Along with him a clergyman, who added his appeal with eloquent tongue and pa.s.sionate speech. He was Tombes, of Leominster, who had been mobbed in that town of woolstaplers, and driven out of it by drunken roughs; no doubt the progenitors of those who in the late Parliamentary election in like manner dishonoured themselves.

To Darwin's trans.m.u.tation and improvement theory, the human animals of Leominster seem to be an exception; especially as regards the improvement, for its Jingo cur of to-day is rather a falling off from the quality of his prototype--the Cavalier wolf of the Great war time.