“just in so far as we have love which shall survive, though that to which it clings be taken away from us,... in so far as our sorrow has brought us into the wide fellowship of human suffering and anguish, and given us a tenderness that shall endure though years of placid comfort should flow over us—in so far as we have reached a life not subject to change or the workings of time—so far we have some sense of the eternal realities, so far we may feel that we see god, and may, though with awe-struck humility, ask whether, haply, in some measure, we are seeing as god sees. infinitesimal as our attainment may be, we shall, nevertheless, know what it is to enjoy, and shall not only strive after, but shall, in some measure, have the life eternal.”
—p. h. wicksteed.
it was on the saturday preceding norton’s walk with hilary that gabriel harford rode once more from gloucester to the scene of his rescue of major locke’s daughter. his recovery from his severe illness had long ago been complete, and the open-air life had fortunately proved the best cure for the mischief done to his constitution by the long months in oxford castle. though thin and a trifle gaunt-looking after the severe campaign and the insufficient food, the indomitable pluck and manliness which had carried him through so much had stood him in good stead through all the quarrels and discussions and difficulties which had prevailed of late among the parliamentary generals, to the great discomfort of the whole party.
sir william waller had, some time before, perceived, with the sagacity which made him the greatest tactician possessed by either royalists or parliamentarians, that an entire reorganisation of the army was needed and that, with the earl of essex at the head, nothing but disaster lay before them. the new model army was at length being formed, and, by the self-denying ordinance, waller retired to his work in the house of commons and his soldiers were dispersed, some being sent to serve in the new army, others despatched to various garrisons in the south of england.
it was with no little amusement that gabriel recognised again the scenes of his moonlight adventure two years before, and old amos, the gatekeeper, gave him a warm greeting.
“eh, sir!” he exclaimed. “these be better times for the manor, and ’tis you we have to thank for it all.”
“why, man! you did quite as much to save your mistress,” said gabriel, heartily. “we could never have found our way to her without you for guide. well! all’s well that ends well! are mr. and mrs. neal within?”
“yes, sir, and main glad they’ll be to see you.”
the trim bowling-green, over which joscelyn heyworth had helped him to escort helena in such unceremonious haste, was now in a blaze of sunshine, and on the steps where they had nearly betrayed themselves by laughing, as they drew off their riding-boots, a large tortoiseshell cat lay basking. from within the house came a cheerful sound of voices, and when the servant ushered him into the hall, he found humphrey neal and his pretty little wife so absorbed in playing with their baby son and heir on the hearthrug, that they had not noticed the rare arrival of a visitor.
“captain harford!” announced the servant, and both host and hostess came eagerly to meet the newcomer with a warmth of welcome which was unmistakable.
“i thought sir william waller was in the new forest!” exclaimed humphrey. “what good fortune brings you here?”
“we were at ringwood about easter, pretty well worn out with long marches and the worst weather of the whole winter, in our journey for the relief of taunton,” said gabriel. “but now sir william waller’s army is disbanded, and i was sent for a time to gloucester with a contingent of the men to serve under massey in herefordshire.”
“they certainly work you hard and don’t overfeed you. why, you are well-nigh as lean and hollow-cheeked as when i first saw you in that pestilent gaol at oxford.”
“we have in truth been half-starved these many months,” said gabriel. “what else can one expect when the country has been laid waste and plundered for nigh upon three years? and even if provisions were to be had for money, we had naught to pay with, thanks to the mismanagement of the authorities.”
helena, determined that he should at least have all that the manor would provide in the way of a banquet, hastened off to interview her housekeeper, while gabriel, with a secret pang, watched the fatherly pride with which humphrey showed off the perfections of the blue-eyed, curly-locked son and heir, who rolled and kicked in perfect bliss on the hearthrug, quite indifferent to the fact that he was in a most distracted country.
“he is the image of helena,” said humphrey. “all save his hands; did you ever see such a fist in a brat of his age? you should feel how hard he can grip. soon we shall have him at work with the dumb bells!”
“you have been reading mr. john milton’s letter on education,” said gabriel, with a laugh, “and mean to have him as well skilled in athletics as an ancient greek. i found my friend, captain heyworth, deep in the treatise the other day.”
“oh! you mean the gentleman that married my pretty cousin clemency. i have heard naught of them since old sir robert neal’s death. how do they fare?”
“sadly enough; you probably didn’t hear that he lost his arm at the second battle of newbury. it came about through sheer lack of surgeons, and through the scandalously inadequate aid for the wounded. each regiment was supposed to have its surgeon and two mates, but at newbury the supply had fallen into arrears, and heyworth’s wound gangrened, and many other men lost their lives just from neglect and from the severe privations we had to put up with.”
“and you have seen the heyworths in their home since then?”
“yes, i was at katterham about two months ago. it is piteous to see that poor fellow suffering, and like to suffer all his life long, sir theodore mayerne says. we are speaking of my friend, captain heyworth,” he explained as helena rejoined them.
she listened to his account with eager sympathy in her gentle eyes.
“i remember him well,” she said, “both here and at gloucester; he was ever cheerful and light-hearted. doth he keep up his spirits even now?”
“he makes a gallant effort to do so,” said gabriel, “but you can guess what it would be for a man of his active habits to be a helpless invalid at three-and-twenty.”
“the crippled soldiers need to be the bravest of all, for the dead have at least due honour accorded to them, and rest in peace, and the victors have praise and glory and success to crown them, but most people forget those who have to drag on a maimed life year after year,” said helena. “how doth his wife fare? she was very good to me when i was in trouble.”
“she hath a son of her own, but not such a healthy and fine child as yours, and the anxiety of her husband hath told upon her. still, brighter times may dawn for them. when i saw him, poor fellow, he was clearly longing to be back again with sir william waller. indeed, he hath been sorely missed, for in february, when the men broke into mutiny, he would have been better able to cope with them than any other officer.”
“what made them mutiny?”
“partly the endlessness of the campaign and the privations, partly that sir william waller, though much liked by his officers, fails to tackle his men just in the right way. then the pay was terribly in arrears, though that was no fault of his.”
“sir thomas fairfax is to be commander-in-chief of the new model army, i hear,” said humphrey neal.
“yes, and skippon major-general. there is a strong desire that, spite of his remaining in parliament, cromwell should be appointed to the vacant post of lieutenant-general, but i know not how that will be.”
there was so much to hear and to tell that the time sped quickly, and when gabriel was obliged to return to gloucester he carried with him a very happy picture of his friend and pretty helena in their home, and felt that major locke would have been content to see the daughter whose future had filled his dying moments with anxiety, in the old manor with husband and child to cheer her.
partly in the hope of winning over those recently engaged in the affair of the clubmen, but mainly with the intention of diverting prince rupert from his journey northward, massey set out from gloucester at dawn on the 20th april, having been reinforced by the contingent from waller’s army, which brought up his strength to about five thousand foot and three hundred and fifty horse.
it was with no little delight that gabriel found himself marching back once more to his own well-loved county, and his spirits rose when, during the halt at newent, he heard that his regiment was to remain there for the night, marching early the next day to bromyard, where massey had expectation of winning recruits from the dispersed clubmen.
bromyard was, he believed, the benefice held by dr. william coke, and unless hilary should happen to be at whitbourne he might be able to see her. it chanced that, owing to his long and frequent absences from hereford, he had never heard of the death of old mr. wall, at bosbury, and had no notion that dr. coke had been promoted to the vacant living during his two years’ probation in london.
his annoyance was therefore unspeakable when, at the last moment, massey changed his plans, ordering his guards to undertake the expedition to bromyard, and the rest of the troops to press on to ledbury. with bitter regret gabriel had to endure the sight of the blue regiment left behind for the work he so ardently longed to set about, and with the obedience of a soldier to tramp on precisely where he did not wish to go.
the picturesque town of ledbury was bathed in the glow of the spring sunset as the parliamentary troops emerged from the narrow cross street into the spacious main thoroughfare with its beautiful black and white timbered houses and, at the further end, the quaint town hall raised on massive black posts, between which on market days the countrywomen set their stalls. massey and his officers dismounted at the door of the chief inn, a well-managed hostelry known as “the feathers,” and, hungry with their long march, they were chiefly intent on ordering supper when they were checked by a curious-looking man, who, in spite of his short stature, forced his way through them, elbowing a passage without so much as a “by your leave,” until he reached colonel massey.
gabriel looked at him intently. where had he before seen that strong square face with its air of gloomy austerity, its smouldering, resentful eyes?
“sir,” said the man, plucking at massey’s sleeve, “by the mercy of a good providence i chanced to be in ledbury this evening; i am sent to remind you of your promised aid.”
“eh!” exclaimed massey; “who are you, and what aid did i promise?”
“i am one peter waghorn, of bosbury, and last autumn you bade me wait till you came hither again. you broke your word, sir, and never aided us when you were here in march, but this time i beg you to fulfil your promise and cast down the popish cross which stands in our churchyard.”
“to be sure! i remember you now,” said massey, and gabriel with a sudden flash of recollection instantly recalled both the man and his story. he had last seen him at hereford, vehemently addressing the people outside the cathedral. he listened with some interest to waghorn’s words.
“do not neglect this second call, sir,” he said, solemnly; “for as i prayed at noonday, i heard a voice bidding me to rise and haste to ledbury. like abraham, i set forth in faith, and now i well understand why i was sent. come back with me, sir, i implore you, and cast down the cross.”
there was no insincerity about this man, he evidently spoke from his heart and with intense anxiety awaited the officer’s answer. massey, a good-natured soldier of fortune, caring more for the fighting than the cause, regarded him with no little amusement.
“the people desire its destruction?” he said, carelessly.
“it would be for their souls’ good,” said waghorn. “some do idolatrously bow to it.”
“well, well, that’s a foolish practice. moreover, parliament hath ordered the crosses to be broken down,” said massey. “i will send over some of the soldiers to-morrow morning.”
the gloomy face of the fanatic brightened, and without actual thanks, but with the air of one who has gained his heart’s desire, he touched his hat and withdrew.
massey turned to gabriel harford.
“i want a word with you in private,” he said. “come to my room while supper is making ready.”
gabriel, wondering what was to happen, followed the colonel to a room overlooking the high street, and, at massey’s invitation, took a place in the deep window-seat.
“i think you know cromwell, do you not?” said the governor of gloucester.
“yes, sir, i was serving under waller when he acted with him last autumn in the newbury campaign, and again last month in the western campaign,” said gabriel.
“there is a very important and secret matter that i must make known to him,” said massey. “i can’t entrust the despatch to an ordinary man, but if you will undertake to carry it to him you will be doing him a greater service than i can explain to you. would you be willing to resign your temporary post in my force and undertake this, even though i can give you no explanation of the signal importance of the work?”
“yes, sir, i will gladly undertake it,” said gabriel. “am i to ride at once?”
“nay, not yet,” said massey, smiling at his ardour. “for i will at the same time send a despatch to the commander-in-chief, who, i understand, is still at windsor organising the new model with cromwell’s aid. i can’t complete that till i have learnt what prince rupert is about, and if possible turned him back. but i wanted to know if you were willing to turn despatch-bearer for the nonce.”
“there is nothing i should like better than to do a service for cromwell,” said gabriel, his eyes kindling. “for in truth he seems to me the greatest man i ever met.”
“humph!” said massey. “there’s little doubt that he is an able leader, but he’s too religious by half. the man’s a mystic, a seventeenth-century enoch, with the soldierly zeal of a david to boot. by the bye, you may as well take over a detachment of the men from waller’s army to bosbury to-morrow. i’m as likely as not to forget that fellow’s request, and i think you have done that sort of business before, eh?”
“yes, sir, we hewed down abingdon cross,” said gabriel. and when the next day he found that the rest of the forces were to witness the hanging of an unhappy scout of prince rupert’s, who had shot a sentry in the early morning, he was glad to have had the bosbury work entrusted to him.
“i would rather hew down fifty crosses than stand by and see a poor wretch hanged,” he reflected, as they marched along the rough country lanes. “a fair fight is one thing—every man takes his chance, but hanging is a hateful business.”
then he remembered with deep regret that this despatchbearing that massey meant to entrust to him would probably rob him of the eagerly-desired glimpse of hilary, and also of the visit to his home at hereford. he wondered whether it would not be possible to let his father know of his near neighbourhood, longing sorely to see him and to learn from him more than the few and long-delayed letters he had received could tell. even if he did not see hilary he might learn through dr. harford how she fared. after all if he did see her, she might possibly refuse to speak to him, as she had done in very cruel fashion at hereford two years ago. his heart ached even now at the memory of the scene in the cathedral porch. how was it that although the pain of his wound at edgehill could never be vividly recalled, the anguish of remembering that last interview remained always so keen? was it because the body was a mere garment presently to be laid aside, while love, which belonged to the soul and spirit, was eternal and changeless?
but to serve cromwell in some real, though unknown fashion, was worth suffering for; moreover, he should see sir thomas fairfax, the commander-in-chief, and he was naturally eager to learn more about this new model army, which was the main hope of his party.
he fell to thinking of the three men who had most influenced his life; his father, falkland and cromwell. what was it that had specially attracted him to such opposite types? he tried to think what characteristics they shared, and came to the conclusion that it was a certain breadth of mind and a habit of looking at the inner realities, not the externals, of religion.
he was curiously free from the usual habit of judging men by mere outward appearance, and the fact that both falkland and cromwell had been handicapped by nature, and were without form or comeliness had from the first been no hindrance to him. their largeness of soul had irresistibly drawn him to them; for falkland, with his wide charity, his philosophic christianity, had been centuries in advance of his contemporaries; while cromwell stood now revealed as the foremost of that band of independents who most nearly reached the level of toleration for those of other religious views. he was ready to tolerate all sorts and conditions of men, save only the papists and the rigid episcopalians; the former because they would fain have handed england over once more to the pope’s jurisdiction, the latter because the recent tyranny of laud and the servile adulation with which the bulk of the clergy justified the king’s misrule had made them for the time a danger to the state.
but his musings were cut short by a sudden glimpse of an orchard by the roadside, and the first sight they had yet had of apple-trees in blossom.
“what an early spring!” he thought to himself. “’tis but the 21 st of april and here’s apple blossom! and there are the poplars at bosbury already green, and the old tower which hilary asked me about all those years ago. well! ’tis a mercy we can’t see in life what lies before us. and to point the moral of that reflection here comes peter waghorn, like a blot on the fair picture.”
“good-day, sir, good-day!” said the wood-carver, his dark face lighted by a gleam of triumph. “i thank the lord you have come. my prayers have been heard, and we shall accomplish his work!”
