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'And were there then that night no women in the castle but mistress
Dorothy?'

'Why, who else could it have been, my lord?'

'Why not thine own mother, Tom--rode thither on her broomstick to
deliver her darling?'

Tom gaped with fresh terror at the awful suggestion.

'Now, hear me, Thomas Rees,' his lordship went on.

'Yes, my lord,' answered Tom.

'An' ever it come to my knowledge that thou say thou then saw
mistress Dorothy, when all thou sawest was, as thou knowest, a woman
who might have been thine own mother talking to the roundhead, as
thou callest a man who might indeed have been Caspar Kaltoff in his
shirt sleeves, I will set every devil at my command upon thy back
and thy belly, thy sides and thy soles. Be warned, and not only
speak the truth, as thou hast for a whole half-hour been trying hard
to do, but learn to distinguish between thy fancies and God's facts;
for verily thou art a greater fool than I took thee for, and that
was no small one. Get thee gone, and send me hither mistress
Watson.'

Tom crawled away, and presently mistress Watson appeared, looking
offended, possibly at being called to the workshop, and a little
frightened.

'I cannot but think thee somewhat remiss in thy ministrations to a
sick man, mistress Watson,' he said, 'to leave him so long to
himself. Had he been a king's officer now, wouldst thou not have
shown him more favour?'

'That indeed may be, my lord,' returned mistress Watson with
dignity. 'But an' the young fellow had been very sick, he had not
made his escape.'

'And left the blame thereof with thee. Besides, that he did for his
escape he may have done in the strength of the fever that followeth
on such a wound.'

'My lord, I gave him a potion, wherefrom he should have slept until
I sought him again.'

'Was he or thou to blame that he did not feel the obligation? When a
man instead of sleeping runneth away, the potion was ill mingled, I
doubt, mistress Watson--drove him crazy perchance.'

'She who waked him when he ought to have slept hath to bear the
blame, not I, my lord.'

'Thou shouldst, I say, have kept better watch. But tell me whom
meanest thou by that same SHE?'

'She who was found in his chamber, my lord,' said mistress Watson,
compressing her lips, as if, come what might, she would stand on the
foundation of the truth.

'Ah?--By the way, I would gladly understand how it came to be known
throughout the castle that thou didst find her there? I have the
assurance of my lady, my lord marquis, and my lord Charles, that
never did one of them utter word so to slander an orphan as thou
hast now done in my hearing. Who then can it be but her who is at
the head of the meinie of this house, who hath misdemeaned herself
thus to the spreading amongst those under her of evil reports and
surmises affecting her lord's cousin, mistress Dorothy Vaughan?'

'You wrong me grievously, my lord,' cried mistress Watson, red with
the wrath of injury and undeserved reproof.

'Thou hast thyself to thank for it then, for thou hast this night
said in mine own ears that mistress Dorothy waked thy prisoner,
importing that she thereafter set him free, when thou knowest that
she denies the same, and is therein believed by my lord marquis and
all his house.'

'Therein I believe her not, my lord; but I swear by all the saints
and angels, that to none but your lordship have I ever said the
word; neither have I ever opened my lips against her, lest I should
take from her the chance of betterment.'

'I will be more just to thee than thou hast been to my cousin,
mistress Watson, for I will believe thee that thou didst only
harbour evil in thy heart, not send it from the doors of thy lips to
enter into other bosoms. Was it thou then that did lock the door
upon her?'

'God forbid, my lord!'

'Thinkest thou. it was the roundhead?'

'No, surely, my lord, for where would be the need?'

'Lest she should issue and give the alarm.'

Mistress Watson smiled an acid smile.

'Then the doer of that evil deed,' pursued lord Herbert, 'must be
now in the castle, and from this moment every power I possess in
earth, air, or sea, shall be taxed to the uttermost for the
discovery of that evil person. Let this vow of mine be known,
mistress Watson, as a thing thou hast heard me say, not commission
thee to report. Prithee take heed to what I desire of thee, for I am
not altogether powerless to enforce that I would.'

Mistress Watson left the workshop in humbled mood. To her spiritual
benefit lord Herbert had succeeded in punishing her for her cruelty
to Dorothy; and she was not the less willing to mind his injunction
as to the mode of mentioning his intent, that it would serve to the
quenching of any suspicion that she had come under his disapproval.

And now lord Herbert, depending more upon his wits than his
learning, found himself a good deal in the dark. Confident that
neither Richard, Tom Fool, nor mistress Watson had locked the door
of the turret chamber after Dorothy's entrance, he gave one moment
to the examination of the lock, and was satisfied that an enemy had
done it. He then started his thoughts on another track, tending
towards the same point: how was it that the roundhead, who had been
carried insensible to the turret-chamber, had been able, ere yet
more than a film of grey thinned the darkness, without alarming a
single sleeper, to find his way from a part of the house where there
were no stairs near, and many rooms, all occupied? Clearly by the
help of her, whoever she was, whom Tom Fool had seen with him by the
hall door. She had guided him down my lord's stair, and thus avoided
the risk of crossing the paved court to the hall door within sight
of the warders of the main entrance. To her indubitably the young
roundhead had committed the ring for Dorothy. Here then was one
secret agent in the affair: was it likely there had been two? If
not, this woman was one and the same with the person who turned the
key upon Dorothy. She probably had been approaching the snare while
the traitress talked with the prisoner. What did her presence so
soon again in the vicinity of the turret-chamber indicate? Possibly
that her own chamber was near it. The next step then was to learn
from the housekeeper who slept in the neighbourhood of the
turret-chamber, and then to narrow the ground of search by inquiring
which, if any of them, slept alone.

He found there were two who occupied each a chamber by herself; one
of them was Amanda, the other mistress Watson.

Now therefore he knew distinctly in what direction first he must
point his tentatives. Before he went farther, however, he drew from
Dorothy an accurate description of the ring to which Richard's
letter alluded, and immediately set about making one after it, from
stage to stage of its progress bringing it to her for examination
and criticism, until, before the day was over, he had completed a
model sufficiently like to pass for the same.

The greater portion of the next day he spent in getting into perfect
condition a certain mechanical toy which he had constructed many
years before, and familiarising himself with its working. This done,
he found himself ready for his final venture, to give greater
solemnity to which he ordered the alarum-bell to be rung, and the
herald of the castle to call aloud, first from the bell-tower in the
grass-court, next from the roof of the hall-porch in the stone-
court, communicating with the minstrels' gallery, that on the
following day, after dinner, so soon as they should hear the sound
of the alarum-bell, every soul in the castle, to the infant in
arms, all of whatever condition, save old mother Prescot, who was
bed-ridden, should appear in the great hall, that lord Herbert might
perceive which amongst them had insulted the lord and the rule of
the house by the locking of one of its doors to the imprisonment and
wrong of his lordship's cousin, mistress Dorothy Vaughan. Three
strokes of the great bell opened and closed the announcement, and a
great hush of expectancy, not unmingled with fear, fell upon the
place.

There was one in the household, however, who at first objected to
the whole proceeding. That was sir Toby Mathews, the catholic
chaplain. He went to the marquis and represented that, if there was
to be any exercise whatever of unlawful power, the obligations of
the sacred office with which he was invested would not permit him to
be present or connive thereat. The marquis merrily insisted that it
was a case of exorcism; that the devil was in the castle, and out he
must go; that if Satan assisted in the detection of the guilty and
the purging of the innocent, then was he divided against himself,
and what could be better for the church or the world? But for his
own part he had no hand in it, and if sir Toby had anything to say
against it, he must go to his son. This he did at once; but lord
Herbert speedily satisfied him, pledging himself that there should
be nothing done by aid from beneath, and making solemn assertion
that if ever he had employed any of the evil powers to work out his
designs, it had been as their master and not their accomplice.

CHAPTER XXXVIII.

THE EXORCISM.

It was the custom in Raglan to close the gates at eleven o'clock
every morning, and then begin to lay the tables for dinner; nor were
they opened again until the meal was over, and all had dispersed to
their various duties. Upon this occasion directions were given that
the gates should remain closed until the issue of further orders.

There was little talk in the hall during dinner that day, and not
much in the marquis's dining-room.

In the midst of the meal at the housekeeper's table, mistress Amanda
was taken suddenly ill, and nearly fell from her chair. A spoonful
of one of mistress Watson's strong waters revived her, but she was
compelled to leave the room.

When the remains of the dinner had been cleared away, the tables
lifted from the trestles, and all removed, solemn preparations began
to be made in the hall. The dais was covered with crimson cloth, and
chairs were arranged on each side against the wall for the lords and
ladies of the family, while in the wide space between was set the
marquis's chair of state. Immediately below the dais, chairs were
placed by the walls for the ladies and officers of the household.
The minstrels' gallery was hung with crimson; long ladders were
brought, and the windows, the great bay window and all save the
painted one, were hung with thick cloth of the same colour, so that
a dull red light filled the huge place. The floor was then strewn
with fresh rushes, and candles were placed and lighted in sconces on
the walls, and in two large candlesticks, one on each side of the
marquis's chair. So numerous were the hands employed in these
preparations, that about one o'clock the alarum-bell gave three
great tolls, and then silence fell.

Almost noiselessly, and with faces more than grave, the people of
the castle in their Sunday clothes began at once to come trooping
in,--amongst the rest Tom Fool, the very picture of dismay. Mrs.
Prescot had refused to be left behind, partly from terror, partly
from curiosity, and supine on a hand-barrow was borne in, and laid
upon two of the table-trestles. Order and what arrangement was
needful were enforced amongst them by Mr. Cook, one of the ushers.
In came the garrison also, with clank and clang, and took their
places with countenances expressive neither of hardihood nor
merriment, but a grave expectancy.

Mostly by the other door came the ladies and officers, amongst them
Dorothy, and seated themselves below the dais. When it seemed at
length that all were present, the two doors were closed, and silence
reigned.

A few minutes more and the ladies and gentlemen of the family, in
full dress, entered by the door at the back of the dais, and were
shown to their places by Mr. Moyle, the first usher. Next came the
marquis, leaning on lord Charles, and walking worse than usual. He
too was, wonderful to tell, in full dress, and, notwithstanding his
corpulency and lameness, looked every inch a marquis and the head of
the house. He placed himself in the great chair, and sat upright,
looking serenely around on the multitude of pale expectant faces,
while lord Charles took his station erect at his left hand. A moment
yet, and by the same door, last of all, entered lord Herbert, alone,
in his garb of astrologer. He came before his father, bowed to him
profoundly, and taking his place by his right hand, a little in
front of the chair, cast a keen eye around the assembly. His look
was grave, even troubled, and indeed somewhat anxious.

'Are all present?' he asked, and was answered only by silence. He
then waved his right hand three times towards heaven, each time
throwing open his palm outwards and upwards. At the close of the
third wafture, a roar as of thunder broke and rolled about the
place, making the huge hall tremble, and the windows rattle and
shake fearfully. Some thought it was thunder, others thought it more
like the consecutive discharge of great guns. It grew darker, and
through the dim stained window many saw a dense black smoke rising
from the stone-court, at sight of which they trembled yet more, for
what could it be but the chariot upon which Modo, or Mahu, or
whatever the demon might be called, rode up from the infernal lake?
Again lord Herbert waved his arm three times, and again the thunder
broke and rolled vibrating about the place. A third time he gave the
sign, and once more, but now close over their heads, the thunder
broke, and in the midst of its echoes, high in the oak roof appeared
a little cloud of smoke. It seemed to catch the eye of lord Herbert.
He made one step forward, and held out his hand towards it, with the
gesture of a falconer presenting his wrist to a bird.

'Ha! art thou here?' he said.

And to the eyes of all, a creature like a bat was plainly visible,
perched upon his forefinger, and waving up and down its filmy wings.
He looked at it for a moment, bent his head to it, seemed to
whisper, and then addressed it aloud.

'Go,' he said, 'alight upon the head of him or of her who hath
wrought the evil thou knowest in this house. For it was of thine own
kind, and would have smirched a fair brow.'

As he spoke he cast the creature aloft. A smothered cry came from
some of the women, and Tom Fool gave a great sob and held his breath
tight. Once round the wide space the bat flew, midway between floor
and roof, and returning perched again upon lord Herbert's hand.

'Ha!' said his lordship, stooping his head over it, 'what meanest
thou? Is not the evil-doer in presence? What?--Nay, but it cannot
be? Not within the walls?--Ha! "Not in the HALL" thou sayest!'

He lifted his head, turned to his father, and said,

'Your lordship's commands have been disregarded. One of your people
is absent.'

The marquis turned to lord Charles.

'Call me the ushers of the hall, my lord,' he said.

In a moment the two officers were before him.

'Search and see, and bring me word who is absent,' said the marquis.

The two gentlemen went down into the crowd, one from each side of
the dais.

A minute or two passed, and then Mr. Cook came back and said,--

'My lord, I cannot find Caspar Kaltoff.'

'Caspar! Art not there, Caspar?' cried lord Herbert.

'Here I am, my lord,' answered the voice of Caspar from somewhere in
the hall.

'I beg your lordship's pardon,' said Mr. Cook. 'I failed to find
him.'

'It matters not, master usher. Look again,' said lord Herbert.

At the moment, Caspar, the sole attendant spirit, that day at least,
upon his lord's commands, stood in one of the deep windows behind
the crimson cloth, more than twenty feet above the heads of the
assembly. The windows were connected by a narrow gallery in the
thickness of the wall, communicating also with the minstrels'
gallery, by means of which, and a ladder against the porch, Caspar
could come and go unseen.

As lord Herbert spoke, Mr. Moyle came up on the dais, and brought
his report that mistress Amanda Fuller was not with the rest of the
ladies.

Lord Herbert turned to his wife.

'My lady,' he said, 'mistress Amanda is of your people: knowest thou
wherefore she cometh not?'

'I know not, my lord, but I will send and see,' replied lady
Margaret.--'My lady Broughton, wilt thou go and inquire wherefore
the damsel disregardeth my lord of Worcester's commands?'

She had chosen the gentlest-hearted of her women to go on the
message.

Lady Broughton came back pale and trembling--indeed there was much
pallor and trembling that day in Raglan--with the report that she
could not find her. A shudder ran through the whole body of the
hall. Plainly the impression was that she had been FETCHED. The
thunder and the smoke had not been for nothing: the devil had
claimed and carried off his own! On the dais the impression was
somewhat different; but all were one in this, that every eye was
fixed on lord Herbert, every thought hanging on his pleasure.

For a whole minute he stood, apparently lost in meditation. The bat
still rested on his hand, but his wings were still.

He had intended causing it to settle on Amanda's head, but now he
must alter his plan. Nor was he sorry to do so, for it had involved
no small risk of failure, the toy requiring most delicate
adjustment, and its management a circumspection and nicety that
occasioned him no little anxiety. It had indeed been arranged that
Amanda should sit right under the window next the dais, so that he
might have the assistance of Caspar from above; but if by any chance
the mechanical bat should alight upon the head of another, mistress
Doughty or lady Broughton instead of Amanda--what then? He was not
sorry to find himself rescued from this jeopardy, and scarcely more
than a minute had elapsed ere he had devised a plan by which to turn
the check to the advantage of all--even that of Amanda herself,
towards whom, while he felt bound to bring her to shame should she
prove guilty, he was yet willing to remember mercy; while, should
she be innocent, no harm would now result from his mistaken
suspicion. He turned and whispered to his father.

'I will back thee, lad. Do as thou wilt,' returned the marquis,
gravely nodding his head.

'Ushers of the hall,' cried lord Herbert, 'close and lock both its
doors. Lock also the door to the minstrels' gallery, and, with my
lord's leave, that to my lord's stair. My lord Charles, go thou
prithee, and with chalk draw me a pentacle upon the threshold of
each of the four; and do thou, sir Toby Mathews, make the holy sign
thereabove upon the lintel and the doorposts. For the door to the
pitched court, however, leave that until I am gone forth and it is
closed behind me, and then do thereunto the same as to the others,
after which let all sit in silence. Move not, neither speak, for any
sound of fear or smell of horror. For the gift that is in him from
his mother, Thomas Rees shall accompany me. Go to the door, and wait
until I come.'

Having thus spoken he raised the bat towards his face, and,
approaching his lips, seemed once more to be talking to it in
whispers. The menials and the garrison had no doubt but he talked to
his familiar spirit. Of their superiors, mistress Watson at least
was of the same conviction. Then he bent his ear towards it as if he
were listening, and it began to flutter its wings, at which sir
Toby's faith in him began to waver. A moment more and he cast the
creature from him. It flew aloft, traversed the whole length of the
roof, and vanished.

It had in fact, as its master willed, alighted in the farthest
corner of the roof, a little dark recess. Then, bowing low to his
father, the magician stepped down from the dais, and walked through
a lane of awe-struck domestics and soldiery to the door, where Tom
stood waiting his approach. The fool was in a strange flutter of
feelings, a conflict of pride and terror, the latter of which would,
but for the former, have unnerved him quite; for not only was he
doubtful of the magician's intent with regard to himself, but the
hall seemed now the only place of security, and all outside it given
over to goblins or worse.

The moment they crossed the threshold, the door was closed behind
them, the holy sign was signed over the one, and the pentacle drawn
upon the other.

All eyes were turned upon the marquis. He sat motionless.
Motionless, too, as if they had been carved in stone like the
leopard and wyvern over their heads, sat all the lords and ladies,
embodying in themselves the words of the motto there graven, Mulaxe
Vel Timere Sperno. Motionless sat the ladies beneath the dais, but
their faces were troubled and pale, for Amanda was one of them, and
their imaginations were busy with what might now be befalling her.
Dorothy sat in much distress, for although she could lay no evil
intent to her own charge, she was yet the cause of the whole fearful
business. As for Scudamore, though he too was white of blee, he said
to himself, and honestly, that the devil might fly away with her and
welcome for what he cared. One woman in the crowd fainted and fell,
but uttered never a moan. The very children were hushed by the dread
that pervaded the air, and the smell of sulphur, which from a
suspicion grew to a plain presence, increased not a little the
high-wrought awe.

After about half an hour, during which expectation of something
frightful had been growing with every moment, three great knocks
came to the porch door. Mr. Moyle opened it, and in walked lord
Herbert as he had issued, with Tom Fool, in whom the importance had
now at length banished almost every sign of dread, at his heels. He
reascended the dais, bowed once more to his father, spoke a few
words to him in a tone too low to be overheard, and then turning to
the assembly, said with solemn voice and stern countenance:

'The air is clear. The sin of Raglan is purged. Every one to his
place.'

Had not Tom Fool, who had remained by the door, led the way from the
hall, it might have been doubtful when any one would venture to
stir; but, with many a deep-drawn breath and sigh of relief, they
trooped slowly out after him, until the body of the hall was empty.
In their hearts keen curiosity and vague terror contended like fire
and water.

From that hour, while Raglan stood, the face of Amanda Serafina was
no more seen within its walls. At midnight shrieks and loud wailings
were heard, but if they came from Amanda, they were her last signs.

I shall not, however, hide the proceedings of lord Herbert without
the hall any more than he did himself when he reached the oak
parlour with the members of his own family, in which Dorothy seemed
now included. He had taken Tom Fool both because he knew the castle
so well, and might therefore be useful in searching for Amanda, and
because he believed he might depend, if not on his discretion, yet
on his dread, for secrecy. They had scarcely left the hall before
they were joined by Caspar, who, while his master and the fool went
in one direction, set off in another, and after a long search in
vain, at length found her in an empty stall in the subterranean
stable, as if, in the agony of her terror at the awful noises and
the impending discovery, she had sought refuge in the companionship
of the innocent animals. She was crouching, the very image of fear,
under the manger, gave no cry when he entered, but seemed to gather
a little courage when she found that the approaching steps were
those of a human being.

'Mistress Amanda Fuller,' said his lordship with awful severity,
'thou hast in thy possession a jewel which is not thine own.'

'A jewel, my lord?' faltered Amanda, betaking herself by the force
of inborn propensity and habit, even when hopeless of success in
concealment, to the falsehood she carried with her like an
atmosphere; 'I know not what your lordship means. Of what sort is
the jewel?'

'One very like this,' returned lord Herbert, producing the false
ring.

'Why, there you have it, my lord!'

'Traitress to thy king and thy lord, out of thine own mouth have I
convicted thee. This is not the ring. See!'

As he spoke he squeezed it betwixt his finger and thumb to a
shapeless mass, and threw it from him--then continued:

'Thou art she who did show the rebel his way from the prison into
which her lord had cast him.'

'He took me by the throat, my lord,' gasped Amanda, 'and put me in
mortal terror.'

'Thou slanderest him,' returned lord Herbert. 'The roundhead is a
gentleman, and would not, to save his life, have harmed thee, even
had he known what a worthless thing thou art. I will grant that he
put thee in fear. But wherefore gavest thou no alarm when he was
gone?'

'He made me swear that I would not betray him.'

'Let it be so. Why didst thou not reveal the way he took?'

'I knew it not.'

'Yet thou wentest after him when he left thee. And wherefore didst
thou not deliver the ring he gave thee for mistress Dorothy?'

'I feared she would betray me, that I had held talk with the
prisoner.'

'Let that too pass as less wicked than cowardly. But wherefore didst
thou lock the door upon her when thou sawest her go into the
roundhead's prison? Thou knewest that therefrom she must bear the
blame of having set him free, with other blame, and worse for a
maiden to endure?'

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