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"Naomi!" I whispered, but I heard no answer.
I waited a few seconds and spoke again: "Naomi, my love," I said, "it is Jasper."
At that I heard a movement from within the bower, and then I saw some one come into the garden. It was a woman. I saw her look eagerly around, like one afraid. Then her face was turned toward me. It was my love!
"Naomi," I said, "do not be afraid; it is Jasper – Jasper Pennington comes to set you free."
Then she saw me and gave a glad cry.
"Jasper, Jasper!" she cried; "not dead!"
A few seconds later I had descended and stood in the garden, my heart swelling with joy until it seemed too large for my bosom. I came close to her, and then my confidence departed. All my old doubts came back to me. Joyful as I was at the thought that she was alive, I could not believe that she cared for me. How could she when I was so unworthy?
The moon shone brightly on the garden, while the rimy frost, reflecting its light, dispelled the darkness, and thus I was able to see the face of my love and the flash of her eyes. I seemed close to the gates of heaven, and yet I felt as though they were closed against me.
I stood still. "Naomi," I said, "forgive me. You know who I am – Jasper Pennington."
Then she came toward me, and I heard her sobbing again. Then I, anxious not to frighten her, went on talking.
"Naomi," I continued, "you are in trouble, and I fear that you have enemies. I have tried to make you feel my protection in the past, but I have been unable. But I have come to help you now, if you will let me."
All this I said like one repeating a lesson, and I said it badly, too, for I am not one who can speak easily. But when I had spoken so far a weight seemed removed from me, and my heart burned as though great fires were within my bosom.
"My love, my life!" I cried, "will you not come to me? I will give my life for yours."
Then I opened my arms, and she came to me, not slowly and timidly, but with a glad bound, and, as though leaning her head upon me, she found joy and rest and safety.
Ay, and she did find safety, too, for it would have gone ill with any man, ay, with many men, if they had come to harm her then. The lifeblood of ten strong men surged within me, and the touch of her little hand gave me more strength than the touch of magic wands which we are told were potent in far-off times. I felt as though I could do battle with an army, and come off more than conqueror. Besides, the first words she spoke to me, telling as they did of her helplessness and her dependence on me, were sweeter than the music of many waters.
"Jasper," she said, "I have many enemies – I who never harmed any one – and I have no one to help me but you."
Ah! but she had me – she had me! I know this seems like boasting, especially when I remember that I had been the easy dupe of the Tresidders, and that they had foiled me in every attempt I had made against them in the past. But her love made me wiser, and though, thank God, I have never been a coward, her presence made me many times braver. Besides, I felt I could protect her, that I could save her from the fear of her enemies, for I loved her – loved her a thousand times more than can be expressed in cold words on paper; and let who will say otherwise, the unsullied love of an honest heart is of more value than great riches.
All the time I longed to ask her many questions. I wanted her to tell me all her trouble, but there were other things I wanted to know more. I wanted her to tell me what I had told her.
But she did not speak further; she only sobbed as though her heart were breaking, until I, awkward and fearful, and knowing nothing of the ways of women, was afraid lest I had frightened her, or had in some way caused her pain.
"Naomi, my little maid," I said, "have I done anything to frighten you? I could not help coming to find you, for I could not believe what I have heard. I have not angered you, have I?"
"No, no," she said with a sob, "only they made me believe you were dead!"
"And did you care? – you who were so coy, and who, when you knew my heart was hungering for you, would tell me nothing!"
I will not tell you what she said. Only God and myself heard her words, and they are sacred to me. They have been my inspiration and my joy in lonely hours, they have nerved my arm in time of peril and danger. They opened the gates of heaven to me, and filled my life with sunshine. So great is the power which God hath given to woman!
She nestled her head on my bosom as she told me what my heart had been hungering to know, and for the time we forgot our surroundings – forgot everything save our own happiness. The morning, which slowly dawned, we did not heed, neither did we notice that the silvery light of the moon died away. The cold was nothing to us, the bower in which we sat was indeed a place of warmth and beauty and sunshine. No sadness was there, for each welcomed the other as one come back from the gates of death. We rejoiced in life and youth and love.
And yet we said nothing to each other with regard to our experiences in the past, or our fears for the future. In those blissful minutes we only lived in the present, regardless of all things, save that we were near each other.
Thus it was that Naomi Penryn and I, Jasper Pennington, became betrothed.
I think the realisation of our position came to each of us at the same moment, for just as the thought of our danger flashed through my mind Naomi tore herself from me.
"Jasper, Jasper," she cried, "you must not stay here longer. You are in danger here, and if we are seen together – " She did not finish the sentence, but looked eagerly, anxiously around.
Then I blamed myself for not acting differently, but only for a moment. We had been only a few minutes together, and even if the direst calamity befell us, I should rejoice that we had spent that blissful time together, living only in the joy of love.
"I must go back to the house now," she said, hurriedly. "I shall soon be missed, and searched for."
"No; do not go back," I said. "I can climb the wall and take you away. Let us leave now."
"It would be no use now, Jasper," she said. "I should be followed and brought back."
"Why?" I asked.
"There is not time to tell you now," she said; "if you were known to be here you would never escape alive. Oh, Jasper, I am beset with danger; I have almost died in my sorrow."
"What time will your absence be discovered?" I asked.
"We are supposed to attend mass at seven o'clock," she said.
I looked at my watch, it only wanted a few minutes to that time.
"Tell me how you came here, and why you are surrounded by dangers?" I asked.
"I would not marry Nick Tresidder – I could not, Jasper; you know why now. He tried to force me, and when I refused, he told me you were dead. At first I did not believe him, and then one of my old servants from Trevose came and said you had died there." She told me this in a trembling voice, as though she were frightened, told me in broken sentences, which revealed to me more than the mere words could express.
"Yes; what then?" asked I, eagerly.
"I became distracted, and knew not what I did. I had no friend, no one to whom I could go. Then a priest came, and persuaded me to become a nun. He also brought certain papers which he wanted me to sign."
"And did you sign them?"
"I scarcely knew what I did. I know that I consented to come here. That was several weeks ago. Oh, Jasper, I have been in sore straits."
I set my teeth together and vowed vengeance on the Tresidder brood, and then told her to go on with her story.
"I hardly know how to tell you, Jasper. About three weeks ago a young woman died. The priests told me it was I who died; they also tell me that I am Gertrude Narcoe, and that I am to be removed to a convent in France in a day or two. I have not known what to do. Last night I could not rest, I seemed to be going mad, and after tossing for hours on my bed without sleeping I came here in the garden, and all the time my heart was crying out for you."
"And did you not cry out to me?"
"No; only in my heart." And at this I wondered greatly.
A bell began to ring.
"There, I must go, Jasper!" she cried.
"Not yet," I said, folding her more closely to me; and I should have held her so if the lord of the manor were walking toward us through the garden.
"Be brave," I continued, "and be here to-night as soon as you can after the inmates of the house have retired to rest. I shall wait until you come, and I shall be ready to take you to a place of safety. You can come, can you not?"
"Yes, I think so, if I am not suspected of anything now. And can you take me away, Jasper? You will not allow them to harm you, will you? Oh, I will not be taken away now I know you are alive."
"Do not fear, my little maid," I said, "I will take you away. You shall not be carried off by any priests to a convent. There, go now." And I held her to me more closely.
But I let her go at length with many warning words and many expressions of my love. It was like pulling my heart out to see her walk away from me, but I comforted myself that I would take her away when the next night came. Then I climbed the wall again, and made my way toward the inn, strangely glad, yet with many misgivings, for I was sore afraid lest I had acted foolishly in not taking her with me even then.
As I passed the front of the Manor House I caught a glimpse of a frocked priest, and from the look on his face I fancied he suspected me of something. But I paid little heed to him. I went back to the inn to make my plans for rescuing Naomi. I did not know then that Naomi and I had been watched all the time we had been together by a wily priest.
CHAPTER XX
HOW I FELLED A HORSE WITH MY FIST, AND CARRIED NAOMI SOUTHWARD
When I got back to the inn I found Eli anxiously awaiting me.
"Jasper better?" he said, looking at me questioningly.
"Yes, better, Eli."
"Jasper 'eard 'bout the purty maid?"
"Yes, Eli."
He chuckled joyously, and then gave several expressive grunts. After this he asked me some questions, which showed me that he understood more than I had thought, and had formed correct reasons why my love had been taken away.
"Neck Trezidder's awful deep; all the Trezidders be," he grunted. "Made et up with the priests – go shares. I zee, I zee!"
"Eli," I said, "we must take her away to-night; take her to a place of safety."
"Iss, iss," he chuckled. "Where?"
"I must decide that after we have got her away from yon prison," I said.
"Can Jasper trust little Eli?" he asked.
"Yes, Eli, what do you want me to do?"
"Will 'ee tell little Eli what the purty maid tould 'ee – 'bout 'erzelf?" he added.
So I told him all that I cared to tell him – everything I knew, in fact, save the story of our love.
He sat very still for some time, save that he contorted his face more than usual, and rolled his cross eyes around like one demented.
"And what be yer plans, Maaster Jasper?"
"We must get horses, Eli," I said; "from where I do not know yet, but we must get them by to-night. One must have a lady's saddle – for her."
"Is Maaster Jasper going to git 'em?"
"Yes. I shall have plenty of time through the day, and nothing can be done while we are away."
"No, Maaster Jasper, no," he grunted. "You mus' stay 'ere oal day and watch. You mus' eed out ov sight, but you mus' watch. Cos they be oal deep. They knaw, they knaw!"
I understood his meaning, and saw that he was right; at the same time, I felt I would have to risk being away, else how could I get the horses without attracting attention?
"Little Eli 'll git the hosses," he grunted; "little Eli that everybody do laugh at. But 'ee'll 'elp Maaster Jasper, 'ee will."
"But if you are caught stealing horses you'll be hanged," I said.
He laughed gleefully.
"Who'll catch little Eli?" he chuckled, "priest or knave? No, no! Is little Eli a vool? Ef 'ee es, then mawther es too. But es she? es she?"
"But where will you get the horses?" I asked, anxiously. "Anything will do for me or you; but she must have one easy to ride, for she is weak and ill."
"I knaw, I knaw," he laughed. "Maaster Jasper 'appy again, Maaster Jasper git his own. But he must watch, watch.
"Priests all shaved,
Clothed in black,
Convent walls,
Screws and rack.
Women walkin' in procession,
Cravin' for a dead man's blessin',
Weepin' eyes, wailin' cries,
Lonely, lonely, oal alone."
"Stop," I cried; "stop, I'll have none of that here."
"Aw, aw," chuckled Eli; "mawther ded zee, mawther ded zee. Never mind, little Eli 'll git the hosses then – aw, we sh'll 'ave braave times, we shall!" And he burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.
I must confess that he made me shudder, especially as I remembered how much depended on our actions during the next twenty-four hours.
Presently he became more grave, more cautious, and when he had had his breakfast, started to get horses.
"You'll be careful, very careful," I said anxiously.
"Iss."
"And what time may I expect you?"
"'T'll be dark at vive o'clock," he said, like one musing, "little Eli'll be 'ere by seven. Eli c'n zee, aw, iss, iss," and then he went on talking to himself, uttering all sorts of wild ejaculations.
"What do you mean by talking so strangely?" I said, but he gave me no answer.
"You watch, Maaster Jasper," he said, significantly – "watch. The Trezidders be'ant a-bait yet. Besides, there's the
"Priests all shaved,
Clothed in black,
Convent walls,
Screws and rack."
Then, as he leapt across the stream, he gave a curious cry, like the cry of a wild beast in pain.
All through the day I kept out of sight, but nothing escaped my notice. I determined to be very careful, for Eli had caused me to have many suspicions. Twice only did I see any priests, and then I noticed that they talked eagerly to each other, as if they had something important engaging their attention. In the Manor House, however, all was silent as the grave. No words can say how I longed to gain admission and see my loved one again, especially when I thought of the history of the house, and the many secret places it possessed. Still I had done the best I had been able, and it was for me to follow out the plans I had made.
When five 'clock came my heart began to beat high with hope. I should soon see my loved one again, and take her to a place of safety. My many fears began to depart, too. I felt certain that no one suspected my plans, and that Naomi would be able to find her way to the bower in which I had seen her.
My hiding-place was in the sexton's tool-house at the back of the church, and from here I could see the entrances to the house, so unless there was some subterranean way leading to Lanherne Manor, no one could come or go away without my notice.
After the clock had struck five I went back to the inn. It was now dark, for the moon had not yet appeared, and the clouds hung heavily in the sky. While I was eating the beef and potato pasty which the landlady had provided for me, I thought I heard the sound of wheels, so I went to the door and listened intently, but all seemed silent. I could not be quite sure, however, for the wind had risen and wailed dismally among the trees which grew so plentifully in the valley. I went back and finished my meal, knowing that if I would be strong I must not neglect my food. I was hungry, too, for we Penningtons have always been a hearty race, and have ever insisted on keeping a good table.
When I had appeased my hunger I went to the door again. Feeling in my pocket for the rope-ladder I had been making through the day, I prepared to make a detour of the house again. I fancied that Naomi might have some communication to make now darkness had come, and so, eager for something to do, I wandered through the churchyard, and then walked up the road at the back of the house, near which another and smaller building had been reared. Still listening intently, I came to the tree which I had climbed in the early morning, then I went to the place near which the bower had been built. I threw my rope-ladder on the wall, and climbed sufficiently high to have a view of the garden. Nothing rewarded my efforts, however, for I could neither see nor hear anything worthy of attention.
I was about to get down again, when I heard the neigh of a horse, followed by a man's angry exclamation. I had scarcely time to consider what this meant, when I heard a woman's cry.
With one leap I descended from the ladder, and then, instinctively freeing it from the masonry and stuffing it in my pocket, I ran toward the spot from whence the sound came. I reached the front of the old mansion, but could see nothing; then, like one demented, I ran to the entrance which I had noticed through the day, and which evidently was seldom used. Here I saw flickering lights, and here, also, I heard the voice of the priest to whom I had spoken on the previous evening.
"Neatly and safely done," he said. "The fellow is evidently a blockhead after all. I was afraid that the neigh of the horse would give us trouble."
Excited beyond measure, I was about to cry out when I heard the sound of horses' hoofs splashing in water, followed by a rumbling noise.
"They are crossing the brook!" I cried, and then, scarcely realising what I did, I hurried thitherward.
Now, Mawgan Church and Lanherne Manor House, as every one knows who has visited that part of Cornwall, are situated in a fine wooded glen. On every hand are hills, so that no one can get away from the spot without hard climbing. It is true that one of the roads which runs northwest is less steep than the rest, but even that is difficult of ascent, especially for carriages. I comforted myself with this as I ran eagerly on. A few seconds later I saw the dark outline of what looked like an old family chariot. I did not consider the number of men that might be accompanying the conveyance, neither did I remember that they would probably be armed, while I had no weapon of any sort save my own strong arms.
The driver was urging the horses greatly, but, as I said, the hill was steep and the carriage was heavy. I came up to the carriage-door, and, listening, I heard the sobbing of a woman's voice and the stern tones of men. I was about to try and force open the carriage-door, but instinctively felt that even if I could do so, it would be useless while the carriage was in motion, for in spite of the hill the horses had been urged into a frantic gallop. Still, with the heavy chariot behind them their steps were naturally short, and their speed comparatively slow. So I hurried on, and looking up saw two men sitting on the box, the coachman and another.
It would have been possible to have caught the horses' heads, and thus bring them to a standstill, but the sound of Naomi's voice pleading for help – for I felt sure it was hers – made me careful not to render myself powerless. I remembered, then, that doubtless the man beside the driver would carry horse pistols, and the moment I caught the reins would shoot me down like a farmer shoots vermin.
So I determined to try another measure, more difficult perhaps to execute, but more effective if I were successful. Bending low by the horse's side I came up on what farmers call the "further side." Then, hardening the muscles of my right arm and clenching my fist, I aimed a blow at the horse's head close below the ear. The animal was protected somewhat by the headgearing, and my strength had been lessened by my imprisonment and by the drugs which had been placed in my food, still the blow I gave was heavy, and the aim was sure. He stopped for a moment stunned, then he fell heavily, snapping the pole that was placed between him and the other horse as though it had been a match.
Instantly the men jumped down to see what was the matter, while I hurried to the carriage-door. I had no need to open it; this was done for me, and a man from within asked angrily what the trouble was. Before he could be answered I caught him and hurled him against the hedgeside as though he had been a child, and never did I feel so thankful as then that, although God had not given me a clever head, He had bestowed upon me a body stronger than that which is common among men.
"Naomi, my love!" I gasped.
"Jasper! Oh, thank God!" It was Naomi's voice, and my strength seemed trebled as I heard it. God pity the man who had dared to oppose me then, for I would have showed no mercy!
There was another man in the carriage, a priest, I think, but he seemed too frightened to offer any resistance. So I took her in my arms, and lifted her as though she were a baby, then I ran down the hill, carrying my love.
"Don't trouble about the horses, follow that fellow!" I heard a voice say. "I will give twenty guineas for the man who brings him back, alive or dead."
As I rushed on I heard a bullet whizz by me, but it did no harm, at the same time it made me fearful. For myself I did not care, but my great strength could not protect my darling against firearms, besides if I were smitten down what would become of her?
"You are not harmed, my little maid?" I said.
"No, Jasper."
"And you are not afraid?"
"Not now, Jasper."
Then I held her more tightly, and vowed that I would crush the man who sought to take her away from me, as I have often crushed an egg in the palm of my hand by bringing my fingers together.
I heard footsteps behind me, and then I realised that I should soon be between two fires, for I was running in the direction of Mawgan Church. The footsteps came closer to me, while angry voices with many oaths bade me stop, but the black clouds which covered the sky kept them from taking anything like accurate aim. Besides, the lane was darker than the open countryside, owing to the high hedges which had been built on either side. Still my position was dangerous, and I was about to leap over a gate which I saw close beside me, when I heard the sound of horses' hoofs, and evidently they were coming from another direction.
"Can it be Eli?" I thought. But I dared not shout, as by so doing I should assist my pursuers. There were four of them I knew, possibly there might have been more.
I was in sore straits, for by this time my strength was becoming spent; and although I could not bear the thought of dropping my precious burden, her weight was a sore strain upon my already overtaxed muscles. Still I never lost heart, and I know that had I stood face to face with the men who sought me, God would be with me in my battle.
My heart gave a joyful leap, for I heard Eli's whistle. It was a weird, unearthly sound, and was suggestive of spirits of darkness rather than of a human being. I ran in the direction of the sound, however.
"Eli, quick!" I gasped; then I heard the welcome click of horses' feet again.
"Maaster Jasper, got purty maid?" he grunted.
"Yes; her horse, Eli, her horse."
"'Tes a fiery wawn. Be careful now!"
"I can ride any horse," said Naomi, eagerly; "don't fear for me now."
We were now under the trees close to Mawgan Church. It was so dark that I could scarcely see my hand, and the rain began to fall heavily.
I heard the voices of the men near me again. "Which way are they gone?" one said, for there was a branch road near us.
"Down to the left, past the kiddleywink," came an answering cry.
"No, up the hill, toward Mawgan Cross," said some one else.
By this time Naomi and Eli had mounted their horses.
Then I heard a man's shout. "Help! quick! the girl has been taken from us!"
"Who by? Where?" This voice came from the direction of Lanherne House.
"That big fool Pennington. Where's Tresidder? Quick, we shall get them."
"Are the horses good, Eli?" I asked.
"Beauties," grunted Eli; "reg'lar beauties. The purty maid shud knaw 'em, they come from Trevause."
"Is this my Nero?" cried Naomi.
The horse whinnied as she spoke; evidently he recognised her voice.
"Are you right, Eli?"
"Iss."
"Ride quietly up the hill," I said; "make no noise, if you can help it."
But the horses could not help making a noise, and the click of their ironed hoofs rang out plainly.
"There, they've got horses. Fetch out ours, quick!"
"Which way are they going?"
"Towards Carnanton Woods. Make haste."
Rapidly we rode up the hill toward Mawgan Cross, where there are four crossways.
"Naomi," I said, "shall I take you to Trevose, or shall I take you to a place of safety, many miles from here?"
"She mustn't go to Trevause," grunted Eli.
"Why?"
"Richard Trezidder is there, so es thou'll laady."
"Tresidder's mother?"
"Iss."
"How do you know?"
"I zeed 'er – zeed 'em both," and Eli chuckled as though he vastly enjoyed himself.
"He's squire there," continued Eli. "People zay that the purty maid es dead, and everything do come to he."
"Who told you this?"
"No time to tell 'ee now. They'll be foll'in' we soon. Neck Trezidder es down to Mawgan."
"No, Jasper, let us not go where the Tresidders are. Anywhere but there."
I turned my horse's head southward.
"Then we'll go to Mullion," I said. "We can get to Truro by the morning; we can get refreshment there."
At that time another difficulty presented itself. I remembered that I had no money. Eli had that morning paid the landlady at the kiddleywink at Mawgan for our food and lodgings. I said nothing about it, but Eli, by that strange intuition which divined men's thoughts, knew what was passing in my mind.
"Plenty ov money, Maaster Jasper, plenty ov money."
"How did you get it?" I asked.
"How ded I git the hosses?"
"I do not know. How?"
"Old man called Jonathan. Aw, aw!"
"Did he give it to you?"
"Iss, iss! He do 'ate the Trezidders. I tould un purty maid wad'n dead; tould un Maaster Jasper takin' 'er 'way – aw, aw!" and again the gnome laughed gleefully.
"Jonathan!" repeated Naomi. "Did you see him?"
"Iss, I ded."
"Tell me all about it, Eli – tell me."
"Wait till we git vew miles vurder on, then I tell 'ee everything."
So we rode on for several miles in silence, save that Naomi asked me many times if I were sure I were not hurt, and assured me that she was perfectly well and happy. And this filled my heart with gladness, for I knew by her questions that the dear maid loved me, and felt no fear when I was with her. This to me was wonderful, for who was I that she should love me? Was I not homeless and penniless? And had not the Tresidders beaten me again and again? Ah! but no one can describe the joy that surged within me, for the greater my unworthiness, the more happiness did the knowledge of her love give. In many respects we were strangers, for we had met only a few times, as all readers of this story know; but love laughs at the ways of men, and as she told me afterward, although she dared not tell me so when I saw her in Pennington kitchen or in Falmouth Town, she loved me even in my degradation and poverty.
That long ride through the dark night, even although I had not slept the night before, did not fatigue me at all. I was strengthened by her presence; I was inspired by the object I had in view. Sometimes as I rode along I had to reach forth my hand and take hers in mine to assure myself that I was not dreaming. Everything seemed too good to be true. For many weary weeks my mind and heart had been torn with anxiety concerning her, and during my days in prison I was like a lion in his cage. I had thought of her as loving Nick Tresidder and as marrying him; then I had imagined her as being persecuted by them because she would not yield to their wishes. I had seen the Tresidders planning to get her property, and using every cunning device to make her their tool. Then I had seen her pleading to be sent to a convent, and afterward dying of a broken heart. Ay, I had heard a priest only the previous day telling me of her death, while my heart had seemed to turn to ice covered with lead, so heavy and cold was it. And now to see my loved one by my side; ay, to remember that while we had sat in the bower she had confessed her love for me, while her lips had joyfully pressed mine, was joy beyond words.
Presently, however, I began to see many difficulties, for I determined that Naomi should have her rights, and that she should not be robbed as I had been robbed. Besides, I still remembered my promise to my father, and vowed that I, Jasper Pennington, would possess my own, if only for my dear love's sake. Then as I remembered my past impotence, my heart grew heavy again in spite of my joy.
I saw, too, that I must begin to act at once, and I determined to go to my old friend. Lawyer Trefry, when I got to Truro, and to consult him as to my future plans.
Then I remembered that Eli had not told his story, neither had Naomi told me hers; so as soon as we got two miles past Summercourt, and were on the turnpike road, where we could ride three abreast, I asked them to tell me all there was to tell, so that I might be able to fight my enemies fairly.
