A Noble Sacrifice

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m r£i 1 5 V >3 -s S ,< >3 *i v3 v 11 i V, ft. s S ■", '■I V A NOBLE SACRIFICE. "SHE STOOD SPELLBOUND ON THE THRESHOLD AT THE SIGHT OF LADY BKYN AFON ON HER KNEES Ul'ON THE FLOOK."— t. 254. A NOBLE SACRIFICE BY EMILY GRACE HARDING, AUTHOR OF "a mountain daisy," "hazel; or, perilpoint lighthouse," etc, etc. THIRTIETH THOUSAND. With Illustrations by T. Eyre Macklin. LONDON: WALTER SCOTT, LTD., PATERNOSTER SQUARE. CONTENTS. CHAP. PAGE I. THE GIPSY'S WARNING ..... 7 2. LITTLE MISS PRIMROSE . . 14 3. THE STAR IN THE EAST . . . -24 4. THE EARL'S VISIT ..... 34 5. A MYSTERIOUS JOURNEY . . . .48 6. WITHIN THE CASTLE .... 57 7. SHADOWS . . . . . .68 8. FORTUNE-TELLING ..... 79 g. SIR GALAHAD . . . . .88 IO. THE LADY OF THE CASTLE .... 99 II. A NEW NAME . . . . . . I06 12. A GLIMPSE OF THE WORLD . . . 117 13.

SIR GALAHAD'S MISSION . . .128 14. THE LEGEND OF THE POOL . . . I38 15. THE SUBTERRANEAN PASSAGE. . . -153 16. THE CHAPLAIN'S VISION l6l 17. TIIE VISION EMBODIED . . . .172 18. THE GIPSY'S HAUNT . . . .185 vi CONTENTS. CHAP. PAGE 19. MASTER VERE'S CONFESSION . . . .194 20. THE WORLD ONCE MORE .... 200 21. A LONG-DREADED SUMMONS .... 209 22. A MOTHER'S STORY ..... 214 23. PERCIVAL'S PRIVILEGE . . . . .231 24. THE PHYSICIAN'S DISCOVERY . . . 242 25. A NEW REVELATION ..... 253 26. THE "LILY" AND THE "PRIMROSE" . . 26l 27. BEFORE THE WEDDING . . . 270 28. THE GIPSY'S TALE ..... 277 29. LADY SHANNO'S VOW ..... 284 30. RENUNCIATION ..... 293 31. AMONG THE MOUNTAINS .... 305 32. THE RIVER-SPRINGS . . . . 314 33. THE WEDDING-DAY ..... 319 34. A DEATH-BED ..... 326 35. THE BOATMAN'S REFUSAL .... 337 36.

THE CURSE UNDONE . . . -345 37. FETTERS OF GOLD ..... 356 38. MASTER TAYLOR AT CRAIG ARTHUR . . 364 39. THE WARNING FULFILLED .... 373 40. REUNION ...... A NOBLE SACRIFICE.

Chapter I. The Gipsy's Warning

" All within is dark as night ; In the windows is no light ; And no murmur at the door, So frequent on its hinge before. Come away : no more of mirth Is here or merry-making sound. The house was builded of the earth, And shall fall again to ground ! " —Tennyson. "'Tis many a year since the River Spirit hath burst his bonds, and thus run riot in the valley ! " soliloquised Jack the boatman, pausing in his task of re-soling a much-worn shoe, to look out, from the tiny window of his workshop, upon the brawling river below, which, swollen by the winter rains to a roaring, foaming current, dashed angrily past the little dwelling close upon its banks, threatening to sweep it bodily away in its fury, while through the valley the wind howled a melancholy accompaniment to the noisy music of the waters, and moaned, like a human being in pain, in the dark woods beyond.

"It will verily be well an my bridge should prove itself equal to so fierce a foe ! " continued Jack, leaning his elbows on the window-sill, and gazing out into the blackness, in which the frail hand-bridge, stretched across the river, just showed itself, like a streak of white light, in the sur rounding gloom. Jack was proud of the bridge, for it was his own. The thought of building a bridge over the river had been his own original thought; the device of the bridge had been his own original device, and the money required for its erection had come solely out of his own pocket, advanced for the public good, with no hope of its return till after the lapse of many years, when the penny toll levied upon every crosser should have realised the outlay. The bridge might not be built upon very scientific principles, but in spite of many a laugh at Jack's expense, and many a prophecy from some wise passer-by, that it would last as many nights as days, it had already borne three years' wear, and at least one good winter-flood before this particular night with which we have to do.

But this night's flood was a different thing to that of two years back; indeed the country-folk had said, as they had crossed the bridge to market on Saturday morning, that never in their memory had the river risen so high. And though Jack wore a cheerful countenance as he took his toll, and assured each one that his bridge was good for sixty years, deep down in his heart there lurked a secret fear each night, as he lay down to sleep, that he might wake to find it had been carried away while he slept; but since market-day three days had gone by, and still the bridge hung bravely over the roaring stream. Jack's little home was a noisy one at this flood-time, built, as it was, so close upon the water's edge, that the roar of the river, foaming and dashing over its rocky bed, was like constant thunder in his ear.

But he lived all alone, and, as he said, "did not want to hear himself speak," so the noise did not matter. He could ply his shoemaking trade, which he took up between times, when THE GIPSY'S WARNING. 9 boating was slack, and fishing out of season, just as well with a roar of water in his ear as without. Moreover, he did not know but that "a bit of a noise was company." His mind was, however, a little perturbed to-night; there was something uncanny to his ear in the wild whistling of the wind, and he could not settle to his work as calmly as usual. In fact, he had a superstitious fit upon him, and felt nervous, though he would on no account acknowledge it, even to himself. In order to explain the reason of this unwonted condition of his usually well-regulated mind, we must go back some few hours, and relate the events of the morning.

At his dinner-hour Jack had gone with a bundle of mended boots and shoes to the village, by which name were dignified the dozen or so of thatched and whitewashed cottages, clustered under the brow of Bryn Afon, the old Castle Hill, which loomed above the river and the tiny workshop. Though well content to spend his working hours and solitary nights in his own lonely dwelling, Jack was by no means averse to spending his meal-time hours amongst his neighbours, either discussing political matters with John Jones over the counter of the little shop which undertook to provide the village with the common necessaries of life — each wrapped gratis in the leaves of the most scurrilous and Puritanical of the little grocer's chapel sermons — or speculating with a group of ever-curious and never-satisfied spirits upon the nature of the mysterious curse said to hang over the half-ruined castle on the hill.

Perhaps the dreary, monotonous roar of the wind and the waters, and the wild weather generally, had touched a chord of romance in the rough hearts of the villagers on this particular morning, for their converse seemed unable to take any more cheerful and healthy tone than that of the mysterious fortunes of the Bryn Afon family — at no time anything but a depressing subject. " Times back it was a good old family, and as well-kept a place as you could wish to see," said Evans the miller. " So when I was a boy I was wont to hear my old grandfather tell; not that it was so in his time whatever, but his great-grandfather could mind the good old days well enough." " And that reckoning brings us back to a matter of some three hundred years ago," remarked Master Jones reflectively; "for your family, Master Evans, has been a long-lived one these many generations.

It would seem verily that the house were haunted, from the curious sounds that have been heard from within, and from the unwilling ness of the family to reside therein for the space of more than three or four days together." " There is no saying," said the Widow Griffiths, pausing in her task of choosing calico for her Dame School children, to shake her head ominously, and add in mysterious tones : " I call to mind the last time I saw the late lord ride by, as I stood at my school-door at the Three Cross Roads — a matter of six years ago — and never a word of him since, save only the passing-bell a few weeks after." "And he a great favourite of King James, whatever," said the miller; " a fine man, verily, to look upon, and as good a friend of our king as any noble gentleman in Wales." " The love of the king stood him not in much good stead," said Master Jones with a Puritanical sneer, " since forsooth he must needs go the way of all his forbears, and die ere he had reached the age of fifty, with the same cloud of mystery hanging over his death-bed !

Who knows but that the young man, his son, may not likewise be dead ere now? It is long since we have known him to be at the castle." " He may perchance be there now, for all we know ! " said his wife, glancing half askance up the steep greensward; " for who has ever known when the lords of Bryn Afon have come and gone, save for those shriekings and wailings ever heard while they are within yon walls ?" "And those times when the shriekings and wailings were at their worst were THE GIPSY'S WARNING. 11 ever quickly followed by the master's death," said Dame Griffiths. "Verily the curse hangeth heavily, and I for one marvel not that the young lord remains away." " The last time I saw him," said Jack the boatman, who had listened without speaking, "was seven years gone by, when he tarried some long while at the castle, and was wont to spend many an hour with me, salmon-fishing.

A light hearted young man, with pretty, fair-spoken ways, and many a story to tell of the ways of the Court, and the fondness the king had for his father. How my little girl used to listen, and prick up her ears at the fine tales ! " " It had been better for her," said Master Jones, " as I said in my discourse at the chapel after her untimely decease, that she had shown less vain curiosity about the ways of this wicked world. For what was it but an idle curiosity that led her into the subterranean passage, where her end overtook her as a thief in the night?" "Peace, prithee, good neigh bours," said Jack wearily; " the child is in another world, where it may be her fault will not be too harshly judged But I would fain see the curse removed, and the lords of Bryn Afon dwelling among their people, and ruling them for their good, as surely our betters were meant to do.

Will it ever be taken away, think you ? " The usual ominous silence and shaking of heads followed this oft-repeated query, but this time the silence was broken by a hoarse voice, muttering in deep, harsh tones, "Will the curse ever be taken away from the hill, say you ? Ay, when the boatman's bridge cracks across the middle, and the primrose and the lily float together down the stream ! But the curse hath already set the castle walls a-crumbling, and they shall crumble till the end of time ! " Close at Jack the boatman's ear was the voice which spake the mysterious prophecy; and as in anger he turned, to deny the possibility of any such fate being in store for his beloved bridge, he encountered the wild glance of a dark-faced gipsy-woman, whose sudden appearance at the open doorway had already caused the women-gossips to beat a hasty retreat into the farther corner of the shop.

" My bridge will stand these hundred years, woman!" he exclaimed indignantly. " It was for a blessing to my neighbours that I built it, and a blessing it shall stand, long after you and I are laid in our graves ! " The old hag laughed harshly; and Mistress Griffiths, laying a persuasive hand on Jack's arm, said entreatingly, "Ah, Jack, thou art never the man to wish aught to stand in the way of taking off the awful curse ! Let the bridge break to-night and willing, if the castle curse should go with it 1 " Jack laughed a sorrowful laugh. " The woman is a witch," he said impatiently, "and her talk has no more meaning than the screaming wind." "Eh!" said the gipsy; and placing her lean hand on his arm, and peering into his face with her coal-black eyes, she chanted in a mono tonous tone — " The curse shall not fall from the castle Till the last heir lies in the grave ; And the grave shall lie deep in the river, Wherein sleep the fair and the brave."

"My bridge shall never be the death of the last heir ! " muttered Jack savagely, while his friends, in breathless silence, pressed closer to the gipsy. She went on with uplifted finger — " The bridge shall be broken asunder, Shall sink in the raging deep; And in the dark waters together The primrose and lily shall sleep." While her listeners were looking at each other with awe struck faces, the gipsy was gone as suddenly as she had come. No one followed her; the women were too frightened; the men laughed, and declared that it was not THE GIPSY'S WARNING. 13 worth while. But when they had sufficiently recovered from their surprise to fall into an animated discussion upon her and her rude rhymes, they heard her voice again, singing hoarsely in the distance — " Together they'll float down the rushing river; In Heaven be one for ever and ever."

"What can she mean, the old witch?" asked Mistress Evans, the miller's wife, in a frightened whisper. "What does a gipsy ever mean, good mistress?" exclaimed the boatman impatiently. " Had I my will, she should verily have long ere now been put in the stocks." And thoroughly out of temper on behalf of his bridge, he went home, and betook himself in somewhat savage mood to his shoemaking, driving in nails with vicious industry. i4

Chapter II. Little Miss Primrose

" A night so dark, I could have scarce conjectured there was earth Anywhere, sky or sea or world at all." — Robert Browning. During the afternoon, Master Pryce the postman, passing the boatman's cottage on his weekly round, dropped in, as was his wont, for a chat, and over an animated discussion upon the affairs of their king and country Jack forgot his ill-humour, as well as the old gipsy and her evil prognosti cations, and waxed warm on the subject of Puritanism and the Prayer Book, which book Master Jones had denounced in chapel on the previous Sunday, as " meet fuel for the flame;" a "wicked and blasphemous opinion," said loyal Jack, " which merited nothing less than the stocks or the pillory." But though in his outward bearing Jack professed the profoundest contempt for the old woman's malice, her words returned so forcibly to his mind, after darkness had set in and he was left alone, that he went out in the driving rain and wind, and walked slowly three or four times over his bridge, stamping well with his feet as he went, and leaning heavily upon its slender railings, to assure himself that all was in good repair.

And as he felt it swaying beneath him in the gale, he murmured to himself: "'Tis ever the best workmanship that will bend and not break ! " And now, but sor a feeling of nameless mystery in the air and vague nervousness in his own system, Jack felt tolerably comfortable again. " Nerves," said he to himself, as he looked out from his casement to the dark woods beyond the river, "nerves are curious things indeed — wonderful things at times ! Once set them jarring, and in sooth they are as hard to tune up again as my old cracked fiddle. Come, Jack, my man, it was never thy wont to possess nerves, and it is no old vagrant gipsy as shall show you the meaning of them. Indeed you must pull yourself together, and be a man, whatever ! — That's no wind though ! " he exclaimed, suddenly throwing down the letter Pryce the postman had brought him ; " no, nor a shriek from the castle neither. 'Twas a child's cry, as sure as I'm a loyal churchman ! — and no upholder of schism, like John Jones," he added with whispered energy.

And hurrying out, he groped his way to the river brink, and listened. The cry was repeated, and apparently came from the other side of the river — a little wailing cry, as of a child in pain. Jack's blood ran cold, as he set foot on the bridge, and slowly felt his way across in the thick darkness, and he could not help thinking of the gipsy's ill-omened words as, passing over the swollen stream, he felt the light bridge swaying in the wind. He passed on quickly, but was suddenly brought to a standstill by the sight of a woman's figure gliding across from the opposite bank to meet him, a figure so darkly clad, that its black robes were only just discernible in the deep gloom of the night It drew near, and he dimly saw the white face of a woman raised to his, and felt, before he had time to utter a word, a soft bundle placed in his arms — a bundle of shawls and wrappings, within which he felt the form of a little child.

" Take it across for me," the woman said imploringly ; " we have struggled long enough in the storm ! Take my baby across the river, and the blessing of Heaven shall be with you ! " " All right, good mistress," said Jack cheerily, trying in vain to distinguish the woman's features in the black darkness ; " 'tis a wild night, surely, for you to be out with the little one. I have the babe safe in my arms ; prithee follow me, and I will verily soon have you both in as good a shelter as Jack the boatman can offer." And cradling his little burden softly in his arms, Jack turned, and strode back across the quivering bridge towards home, now and then addressing a word of encouragement to the woman behind him. The noise of the wind and water drowned the sound of her footsteps, and it was not till the bridge was crossed, and he had set foot on the grassy bank, that, to his amazement, he perceived she was not following him.

He gazed back across the bridge, through the darkness, but no figure was visible, and clasping the child closer to him, to shelter it from the driving rain, he quickly retraced his steps to the opposite bank, looking carefully, as he went, into the raging water below him, on either side, with a dread lest he should discern some portion of the woman's dress tossing to and fro on the surface, to tell him that she had flung herself into the torrent, while he had walked on with the child. " No, I should have heard that," he said to himself; "the wind kept me from hearing her footsteps, but I should surely have heard that. No, she must verily have run back into the woods, as soon as I stepped onwards with the babe, and where will I find her, whatever? " There was no building on the other side of the river into which she could have fled for a hiding-place, and the narrow white road, which led away from the river to the woods, revealed nothing to Jack's searching eye.

The darkness was so great that he could see very little but its dim white out line, and it would have been very easy for a fleet foot to speed along to the woods, or find a hiding-place under the thick hedge-rows. " I should surely have turned and kept an eye upon her," he said ; " but I made no doubt that she was following. What will I do, indeed? It is but little gain to search for any one in this darkness, let alone a woman dressed up as black as the night itself, and the child will be perishing of cold. Whisht, then, my pretty, I will even shout aloud once for her ; an she will not answer me, I'll take thee home. Hallo, mistress ! " and Jack's stentorian voice rang out manfully above the torrent's roar. But no response came to his listening ear; nothing but the shrieking of the wind in the distant woods, and the creaking of the branches of the old oaks in the lane.

So slowly and reluctantly he turned back, and once more crossed the bridge to his own home, where, gently removing the shawls which enwrapped the sleeping child, he found, safe and warm beneath her many coverings, a little golden-haired girl, apparently between two and three years old, who, as he gazed in speechless bewilderment upon her, slowly opened her large dark-grey eyes, fringed with wonderful lashes, and returned his gaze steadfastly. " This is no vagrant's child," said Jack, aloud, with a long, low whistle. " Bless thy little heart, my pretty, thou art as fair as a summer flower ! " And he heaved a deep sigh, as he took up the golden curls and twined them lovingly between his fingers. The child's face was delicately fair, only the faintest rose colour tinging the white cheeks, upon which the long eyelashes, many shades darker than the bright hair, swept in striking contrast.

The little creature struggled up, as Jack looked down at her, and as she shook herself free from the wrappings which fettered her little limbs, he saw that her white dress was of the finest texture, and trimmed with the most exquisite embroidery. "Poor little maiden," he said, "it is clear thou art never fit to be daughter of Jack the boatman, though it would verily seem that the Lord hath sent thee to take the place of the little one I was wont to hold on my knee more than twenty long years ago. What is your name, my pretty ? " " Little Miss Primrose," answered the child promptly, in lisping baby tones, sweet as music to Jack's ear. " Who are you ? " " Dad," answered Jack with equal promptitude, thinking that to inspire the baby with the immediate confidence of a daughter was the surest way to make her feel at home in her strange surroundings, and perhaps obviate the inevitable roar for " Mother," which he feared must be impending.

But Little Miss Primrose, after repeating to herself, " Dad, dad," in a questioning whisper for a few moments, while her big grey eyes scanned Jack's face with close scrutiny, apparently made up her mind that he spoke the truth and might be trusted, for suddenly scrambling to her feet, she stood on his knee, put her tiny white arms round his neck, and kissed him. Jack gave a half sob, for the soft touch of the baby arms and lips brought back a flood of tender memories, now alas, mingled with deep sadness. He began his paternal duties at once by making her some bread-and milk, and having fed her with it, put her to bed as comfort ably as circumstances would allow. "'Tis a rough crib for you to-night, my pretty," he said apologetically ; " but I'll knock up a new little cot for you on the morrow, and you shall live like a princess.

My mind misgives me, that woman — mother or no mother — will scarce be fetching you away yet a while. I would I had thought to look round for her more speedily, but who would have so mistrusted a woman ! Ah, what is this ? " For as he folded up the little embroidered frock, he discovered a piece of paper sewn to the waistband, and hastily cutting it off, and bringing it to the light, he read : " One who knows Jack the boatman to be an honest and true man commits to him the care of her child, in perfect trust that he will be to her a faithful and loving guardian, until such time as she is claimed by an unhappy mother. Let him not seek to know of her birth or parentage, but treat her as a daughter, for which love and kindness shown to her he shall receive a full reward. Two charges only are laid upon him concerning her — firstly, that she shall never be permitted to taste strong drink, nor to witness, in so far as it may be prevented, its dire effect upon others ; and secondly, that sjie shall not be suffered to venture within a stone's throw of the Castle on the Hill, lest its dread curse fall upon her.

This mercy is prayed for at the hands of Jack the boatman by one who claims to be a kinswoman." After reading this strange appeal to his faithfulness and honesty, Jack leaned back in his chair, and sank deep in thought. " Kinswoman !" he said to himself in astonishment. " In good sooth, I knew not there were a soul akin to me left in the world ! Sure enough, when I was but a child, there was here and there one that was of kin to my father, but I have thought them all dead and gone this many a year. And if not, 'tis never in these parts they have dwelt, so what should any one of them know of Jack the boatman, whatever ? Well, I have ever tried to be an honest man, and I would be true to this little helpless maid, an nought had been spoken of money. Yet I cannot but say it will be a useful creature of God for the keeping of the pretty little love in the way, to which, I trow, she has been used.

What if I shall maybe never get it ? What if it be but a sorry cheat, to get rid of a poor little stolen babe ? I misdoubt me that I must needs be the laughing-stock of my neighbours for a season, an I confess to pinning my faith to this bit of paper ! I will e'en say nought to any one of them, save only that the charge of this small kinswoman hath been suddenly laid upon me. So, my pretty, I will lock the letter away in the old chest here, and none shall set an eye thereon, and, God help me, I will be a true father to thee." And Jack bent his head for a moment over the little golden one on the pillow, before he sought the rest which such an eventful day had well earned. When he awoke next morning, he felt as if the events of the previous night were only a strangely vivid dream, and not till he rose and saw the fair curly head lying on the pillow of the little corner-bed he had improvised so hastily, could he realise that Little Miss Primrose was no creation of his own brain, but a living fact and an actual existence.

The little stranger submitted to be dressed and fed, and as Jack was wondering somewhat doubtfully what to do next for his baby-guest's entertainment, there came a knock at his door, and he opened it to admit Master Evans the miller, who had come as early as possible to satisfy himself that his friend's dwelling had not been swept away in the night. The miller's astonishment at seeing a tiny golden haired girl seated on a high chair at the boatman's table, drumming on the table with a spoon in a free and easy manner, as if she felt perfectly at home, was too great to find expression in words. Jack came to his relief. " You knew not that I was about to have a visitor, friend Evans?" he said cheerfully. "Well, indeed, it was a rough day for them to send the wee maid hither, but she is safe and well, the little darling, and no way worse for the storm whatever.

She is akin to me, and being left on my hands sudden wise, is going to be my little daughter or grandchild, or whatsoever I choose to make of her." " Akin to you ? " said the miller. " Why then, Jack man, I thought you reckoned to have neither kith nor kin left to thee ! " "Well, indeed I thought it," answered Jack candidly; " but in truth there is no saying what a man may have got till it is put before him, and it would seem that some one 1 thought dead and gone has tarried a while longer here below than I thought. This little thing was sent to me yestere'en, with a charge upon me to take care of her as chough she were my own, and though I know naught of those who sent her, kin is kin, and I doubt not the babe will bring a blessing. It is likewise comforting to a man to find he is after all not alone in the world, and though I marvel somewhat at this new treasure vouchsafed me, I am withal right glad to possess it."