Windsor Castle by William Harrison Ainsworth
BOOK V — MABEL LYNDWOOD
CHAPTER II
How Sir Thomas Wyat found Mabel in the Sandstone Cave,
and what happened to
him there
A week after the foregoing occurrence, the Earl of Surrey
was set free. But his joy at regaining his liberty was damped by learning
that the Fair Geraldine had departed for Ireland. She had left the tenderest
messages for him with his sister, the Lady Mary Howard, accompanied with
assurances of unalterable attachment.
But other changes had taken place, which were calculated to afford him
some consolation. Ever since the night on which he had been told the Lady
Mary was not indifferent to him, Richmond had devoted himself entirely to
her; and matters had already proceeded so far, that he had asked her in
marriage of the Duke of Norfolk, who, after ascertaining the king's pleasure
on the subject, had gladly given his consent, and the youthful pair were
affianced to each other. Surrey and Richmond now became closer friends than
ever; and if, amid the thousand distractions of Henry's gay and festive
court, the young earl did not forget the Fair Geraldine, he did not, at
least, find the time hang heavily on his hands,
About a week after Wolsey's dismissal, while the court was still
sojourning at Windsor, Surrey proposed to Richmond to ride one morning with
him in the great park. The Duke willingly assented, and mounting their
steeds, they galloped towards Snow Hill, wholly unattended. While mounting
this charming ascent at a more leisurely pace, the earl said to his
companion, "I will now tell you why I proposed this ride to you, Richmond. I
have long determined to follow up the adventure of Herne the Hunter, and I
wish to confer with you about it, and ascertain whether you are disposed to
join me."
"I know not what to say, Surrey," replied the duke gravely, and speaking
in a low tone. "The king, my father, failed in his endeavours to expel the
demon, who still lords it in the forest."
"The greater glory to us if we succeed," said Surrey.
"I will take counsel with Lady Mary on the subject before I give an
answer," rejoined Richmond.
"Then there is little doubt what your grace's decision will be," laughed
Surrey. "To speak truth, it was the fear of your consulting her that made me
bring you here. What say you to a ride in the forest to-morrow night?"
"I have little fancy for it," replied Richmond; "and if you will be ruled
by me, you will not attempt the enterprise yourself."
"My resolution is taken," said the earl; "but now, since we have reached
the brow of the hill, let us push forward to the lake."
A rapid ride of some twenty minutes brought them to the edge of the lake,
and they proceeded along the verdant path leading to the forester's hut. On
arriving at the dwelling, it appeared wholly deserted, but they nevertheless
dismounted, and tying their horses to the trees at the back of the cottage,
entered it. While they were examining the lower room, the plash of oars
reached their ears, and rushing to the window, they descried the skiff
rapidly approaching the shore. A man was seated within it, whose attire,
though sombre, seemed to proclaim him of some rank, but as his back was
towards them, they could not discern his features. In another instant the
skiff touched the strand, and the rower leaping ashore, proved to be Sir
Thomas Wyat. On making this discovery they both ran out to him, and the
warmest greetings passed between them. When these were over, Surrey expressed
his surprise to Wyat at seeing him there, declaring he was wholly unaware of
his return from the court of France.
"I came back about a month ago," said Wyat. "His majesty supposes me at
Allington; nor shall I return to court without a summons."
"I am not sorry to hear it," said Surrey; "but what are you doing
here?"
"My errand is a strange and adventurous one," replied Wyat. "You may have
heard that before I departed for France I passed some days in the forest in
company with Herne the Hunter. What then happened to me I may not disclose;
but I vowed never to rest till I have freed this forest from the weird being
who troubles it."
"Say you so?" cried Surrey; "then you are most fortunately encountered,
Sir Thomas, for I myself, as Richmond will tell you, am equally bent upon the
fiend's expulsion. We will be companions in the adventure."
"We will speak of that anon," replied Wyat. "I was sorry to find this
cottage uninhabited, and the fair damsel who dwelt within it, when I beheld
it last, gone. What has become of her?
"It is a strange story," said Richmond. And he proceeded to relate all
that was known to have befallen Mabel.
Wyat listened with profound attention to the recital, and at its close,
said, " I think I can find a clue to this mystery, but to obtain it I must go
alone. Meet me here at midnight to-morrow, and I doubt not we shall be able
to accomplish our design."
"May I not ask for some explanation of your scheme?" said Surrey.
"Not yet," rejoined Wyat. "But I will freely confess to you that there is
much danger in the enterprise—danger that I would not willingly any one
should share with me, especially you, Surrey, to whom I owe so much. If you
do not find me here, therefore, to-morrow night, conclude that I have
perished, or am captive."
"Well, be it as you will, Wyat," said Surrey; "but I would gladly
accompany you, and share your danger."
"I know it, and I thank you," returned Wyat, warmly grasping the other's
hand; "but much—nay, all—may remain to be done to-morrow night.
You had better bring some force with you, for we may need it."
"I will bring half a dozen stout archers," replied Surrey— and if
you come not, depend upon it, I will either release you or avenge you."
"I did not intend to prosecute this adventure further," said Richmond;
"but since you are both resolved to embark in it, I will not desert you."
Soon after this, the friends separated,—Surrey and Richmond taking
horse and returning to the castle, discoursing on the unlooked—for
meeting with Wyat, while the latter again entered the skiff, and rowed down
the lake. As soon as the hut was clear, two persons descended the steps of a
ladder leading to a sort of loft in the roof, and sprang upon the floor of
the hut
"Ho! ho! Ho!" laughed the foremost, whose antlered helm and wild garb
proclaimed him to be Herne; "they little dreamed who were the hearers of
their conference. So they think to take me, Fenwolf—ha!"
"They know not whom they have to deal with," rejoined the latter.
"They should do so by this time," said Herne; "but I will tell thee why
Sir Thomas Wyat has undertaken this enterprise. It is not to capture me,
though that may be one object that moves him. But he wishes to see Mabel
Lyndwood. The momentary glimpse he caught of her bright eyes was sufficient
to inflame him."
"Ah!" exclaimed Fenwolf," think you so?"
"I am assured of it," replied Herne. "He knows the secret of the cave, and
will find her there."
"But he will never return to tell what he has seen," said Fenwolf
moodily.
"I know not that," replied Herne. "I have my own views respecting him. I
want to renew my band."
"He will never join you," rejoined Fenwolf.
"What if I offer him Mabel as a bait?" said Herne.
"You will not do so, dread master?" rejoined Fenwolf, trembling and
turning pale. "She belongs to me."
"To thee, fool!" cried Herne, with a derisive laugh. "Thinkest thou I
would resign such a treasure to thee? No, no. But rest easy, I will not give
her to Wyat."
"You mean her for yourself, then? "said Fenwolf.
"Darest thou to question me? "cried Herne, striking him with the hand
armed with the iron gyves. "This to teach thee respect."
And this to prove whether thou art mortal or rejoined Fenwolf, plucking
his hunting-knife from his belt, and striking it with all his force against
the other's breast. But though surely and forcibly dealt, the blow glanced
off as if the demon were cased in steel, and the intended assassin fell back
in amazement, while an unearthly laugh rang in his ears. Never had Fenwolf
seen Herne wear so formidable a look as he at that moment assumed. His giant
frame dilated, his eyes flashed fire, and the expression of his countenance
was so fearful that Fenwolf shielded his eyes with his hands.
"Ah, miserable dog!" thundered Herne; "dost thou think I am to be hurt by
mortal hands, or mortal weapons? Thy former experience should have taught
thee differently. But since thou hast provoked it, take thy fate!"
Uttering these words, he seized Fenwolf by the throat, clutching him with
a terrific gripe, and in a few seconds the miserable wretch would have paid
the penalty of his rashness, if a person had not at the moment appeared at
the doorway. Flinging his prey hastily backwards, Herne turned at the
interruption, and perceived old Tristram Lyndwood, who looked appalled at
what he beheld.
"Ah, it is thou, Tristram?" cried Herne; "thou art just in time to witness
the punishment of this rebellious hound."
"Spare him, dread master!oh, spare him!" cried Tristram imploringly.
"Well," said Herne, gazing at the half-strangled caitiff, "he may live. He
will not offend again. But why hast thou ventured from thy hiding-place,
Tristram?"
"I came to inform you that I have just observed a person row across the
lake in the skiff," replied the old man. "He appears to be taking the
direction of the secret entrance to the cave."
"It is Sir Thomas Wyat," replied Herne, "I am aware of his proceedings.
Stay with Fenwolf till he is able to move, and then proceed with him to the
cave. But mark me, no violence must be done to Wyat if you find him there.
Any neglect of my orders in this respect will be followed by severe
punishment. I shall be at the cave ere long; but, meanwhile, I have other
business to transact."
And quitting the hut, he plunged into the wood.
Meanwhile, Sir Thomas Wyat, having crossed the lake, landed, and fastened
the skiff to a tree, struck into the wood, and presently reached the open
space in which lay the secret entrance to the cave. He was not long in
finding the stone, though it was so artfully concealed by the brushwood that
it would have escaped any uninstructed eye, and removing it, the narrow
entrance to the cave was revealed.
Committing himself to the protection of Heaven, Wyat entered, and having
taken the precaution of drawing the stone after him, which was easily
accomplished by a handle fixed to the inner side of it, he commenced the
descent. At first, he had to creep along, but the passage gradually got
higher, until at length, on reaching the level ground, he was able to stand
upright. There was no light to guide him, but by feeling against the sides of
the passage, he found that he was in the long gallery he had formerly
threaded. Uncertain which way to turn, he determined to trust to chance for
taking the right direction, and drawing his sword, proceeded slowly to the
right.
For some time he encountered no obstacle, neither could he detect the
slightest sound, but he perceived that the atmosphere grew damp, and that the
sides of the passage were covered with moisture. Thus warned, he proceeded
with great caution, and presently found, after emerging into a more open
space, and striking off on the left, that he had arrived at the edge of the
pool of water which he knew lay at the end of the large cavern.
While considering how he should next proceed, a faint gleam of light
became visible at the upper end of the vault. Changing his position, for the
pillars prevented him from seeing the source of the glimmer, he discovered
that it issued from a lamp borne by a female hand, who he had no doubt was
Mabel. On making this discovery, he sprang forwards, and called to her, but
instantly repented his rashness, for as he uttered the cry the light was
extinguished.
Wyat was now completely at a loss how to proceed. He was satisfied that
Mabel was in the vault; but in what way to guide himself to her retreat he
could not tell, and it was evident she herself would not assist him.
Persuaded, however, if he could but make himself known, he should no longer
be shunned, he entered one of the lateral passages, and ever and anon, as he
proceeded, repeated Mabel's name in a low, soft tone. The stratagem was
successful. Presently he heard a light footstep approaching him, and a gentle
voice inquired -
"Who calls me?"
"A friend," replied Wyat.
"Your name?" she demanded.
"You will not know me if I declare myself, Mabel," he replied, "but I am
called Sir Thomas Wyat."
"The name is well known to me," she replied, in trembling tones; "and I
have seen you once—at my grandfather's cottage. But why have you come
here? Do you know where you are?
"I know that I am in the cave of Herne the Hunter," replied Wyat; "and one
of my motives for seeking it was to set you free. But there is nothing to
prevent your flight now."
"Alas! there is," she replied. " I am chained here by bonds I cannot
break. Herne has declared that any attempt at escape on my part shall be
followed by the death of my grandsire. And he does not threaten idly, as no
doubt you know. Besides, the most terrible vengeance would fall on my own
head. No,—I cannot—dare not fly. But let us not talk in the dark.
Come with me to procure a light. Give me your hand, and I will lead you to my
cell."
Taking the small, trembling hand offered him, Wyat followed his
conductress down the passage. A few steps brought them to a door, which she
pushed aside, and disclosed a small chamber, hewn out of the rock, in a
recess of which a lamp was burning. Lighting the lamp which she had recently
extinguished, she placed it on a rude table.
"Have you been long a prisoner here?" asked Wyat, fixing his regards upon
her countenance, which, though it had lost somewhat of its bloom, had gained
much in interest and beauty.
"For three months, I suppose," she replied; "but I am not able to
calculate the lapse of time. It has seemed very—very long. Oh that I
could behold the sun again, and breathe the fresh, pure air!
"Come with me, and you shall do so," rejoined Wyat.
"I have told you I cannot fly," she answered. "I cannot sacrifice my
grandsire."
"But if he is leagued with this demon he deserves the worst fate that can
befall him," said Wyat. "You should think only of your own safety. What can
be the motive of your detention?"
I tremble to think of it," she replied; " but I fear that Herne has
conceived a passion for me."
"Then indeed you must fly," cried Wyat; "such unhallowed love will tend to
perdition of soul and body."
"Oh that there was any hope for me!" she ejaculated.
"There is hope," replied Wyat. "I will protect you—will care for
you—will love you."
"Love me! "exclaimed Mabel, a deep blush overspreading her pale features.
"You love another."
"Absence has enabled me to overcome the vehemence of my passion," replied
Wyat, "and I feel that my heart is susceptible of new emotions. But you,
maiden," he added coldly," you are captivated by the admiration of the
king."
"My love, like yours, is past," she answered, with a faint smile; "but if
I were out of Herne's power I feel that I could love again, and far more
deeply than I loved before—for that, in fact, was rather the result of
vanity than of real regard."
"Mabel," said Wyat, taking her hand, and gazing into her eyes," if I set
you free, will you love me?"
"I love you already," she replied; "but if that could be, my whole life
should be devoted to you. Ha!" she exclaimed with a sudden change of tone,
"footsteps are approaching; it is Fenwolf. Hide yourself within that
recess."
Though doubting the prudence of the course, Wyat yielded to her terrified
and imploring looks, and concealed himself in the manner she had indicated.
He was scarcely ensconed in the recess, when the door opened, and Morgan
Fenwolf stepped in, followed by her grandfather. Fenwolf gazed suspiciously
round the little chamber, and then glanced significantly at old Tristram, but
he made no remark.
"What brings you here?" demanded Mabel tremblingly.
"You are wanted in the cave," said Fenwolf.
"I will follow you anon," she replied.
"You must come at once," rejoined Fenwolf authoritatively."Herne will
become impatient."
Upon this Mabel rose, and, without daring to cast a look towards the spot
where Wyat was concealed, quitted the cell with them. No sooner were they all
out, than Fenwolf, hastily shutting the door, turned the key in the lock, and
taking it out, exclaimed, "So we have secured you, Sir Thomas Wyat. No fear
of your revealing the secret of the cave now, or flying with Mabel—ha!
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