Let our proud trumpet shako their castle wall,

Menacing death and ruin.

OTWAY

The evil news with which the last chapter concluded were necessarily told to Damian de Lacy, as the person whom they chiefly concerned; and Lady Eveline herself undertook the task of communicating them, mingling what she said with tears, and again interrupting those tears to suggest topics of hope and comfort, which carried no consolation to her own bosom.

The wounded knight continued with his face turned towards her, listening to the disastrous tidings, as one who was not otherwise affected by them, than as they regarded her who told the story. When she had done speaking, he continued as in a reverie, with his eyes so intently fixed upon her, that she rose up, with the purpose of withdrawing from looks by which she felt herself embarrassed. He hastened to speak, that he might prevent her departure. “All that you have said, fair lady,” he replied, “had been enough, if told by another, to have broken my heart; for it tells me that the power and honour of my house, so solemnly committed to my charge, have been blasted in my misfortunes. But when I look upon you, and hear your voice, I forget every thing, saving that you have been rescued, and are here in honour and safety. Let me therefore pray of your goodness that I may be removed from the castle which holds you, and sent elsewhere. I am in no shape worthy of your farther care, since I have no longer the swords of others at my disposal, and am totally unable for the present to draw my own.”

“And if you are generous enough to think of me in your own misfortunes, noble knight,” answered Eveline, “can you suppose that I forget wherefore, and in whose rescue, these wounds were incurred? No, Damian, speak not of removal — while there is a turret of the Garde Doloureuse standing, within that turret shall you find shelter and protection. Such, I am well assured, would be the pleasure of your uncle, were he here in person.”

It seemed as if a sudden pang of his wound had seized upon Damian; for, repeating the words “My. uncle!” he writhed himself round, and averted his face from Eveline; then again composing himself, replied, “Alas! knew my uncle how ill I have obeyed his precepts, instead of sheltering me within this house, he would command me to be flung from the battlements!”

“Fear not his displeasure,” said Eveline, again preparing to withdraw; “but endeavour, by the composure of your spirit, to aid the healing of your wounds; when, I doubt not, you will be able again to establish good order in the Constable’s jurisdiction, long before his return.”

She coloured as she pronounced the last words, and hastily left the apartment. When she was in her own chamber, she dismissed her other attendants and retained Rose. “What dost thou think of these things, my wise maiden and monitress?” said she.

“I would,” replied Rose, “either that this young knight had never entered this castle — or that, being here, he could presently leave it — or, that he could honourably remain here for ever.”

“What dost thou mean by remaining here for ever?” said Eveline sharply and hastily. “Let me answer that question with another — How long has the Constable of Chester been absent from England?”

“Three years come Saint Clement’s day,” said Eveline; “and what of that?”

“Nay, nothing; but ——”

“But what?— I command you to speak out.”

“A few weeks will place your hand at your own disposal.”

“And think you, Rose,” said Eveline, rising with dignity, “that there are no bonds save those which are drawn by the scribe’s pen?— We know little of the Constable’s adventures; but we know enough to show that his towering hopes have fallen, and his sword and courage proved too weak to change the fortunes of the Sultan Saladin. Suppose him returning some brief time hence, as we have seen so many crusaders regain their homes, poor and broken in health — suppose that he finds his lands laid waste, and his followers dispersed, by the consequence of their late misfortunes, how would it sound should he also find that his betrothed bride had wedded and endowed with her substance the nephew whom he most trusted?— Dost thou think such an engagement is like a Lombard’s mortgage, which must be redeemed on the very day, else forfeiture is sure to be awarded?”

“I cannot tell, madam,” replied Rose; “but they that keep their covenant to the letter, are, in my country, held bound to no more.”

“That is a Flemish fashion, Rose,” said her mistress; “but the honour of a Norman is not satisfied with an observance so limited. What! wouldst thou have my honour, my affections, my duty, all that is most valuable to a woman, depend on the same progress of the kalendar which an usurer watches for the purpose of seizing on a forfeited pledge?— Am I such a mere commodity, that I must belong to one man if he claims me before Michaelmas, to another if he comes afterwards?— No, Rose; I did not thus interpret my engagement, sanctioned as it was by the special providence of Our Lady of the Garde Doloureuse.”

“It is a feeling worthy of you, my dearest lady,” answered the attendant; “yet you are so young — so beset with perils — so much exposed to calumny — that I, at least, looking forward to the time when you may have a legal companion and protector, see it as an extrication from much doubt and danger.” “Do not think of it, Rose,” answered Eveline; “do not liken your mistress to those provident dames, who, while one husband yet lives, though in old age or weak health, are prudently engaged in plotting for another.”

“Enough, my dearest lady,” said Rose;——“yet not so. Permit me one word more. Since you are determined not to avail yourself of your freedom, even when the fatal period of your engagement is expired, why suffer this young man to share our solitude?— He is surely well enough to be removed to some other place of security. Let us resume our former sequestered mode of life, until Providence send us some better or more certain prospects.”

Eveline sighed — looked down — then looking upwards, once more had opened her lips to express her willingness to enforce so reasonable an arrangement, but for Damian’s recent wounds, and the distracted state of the country, when she was interrupted by the shrill sound of trumpets, blown before the gate of the castle; and Raoul, with anxiety on his brow, came limping to inform his lady, that a knight, attended by a pursuivant-at-arms, in the royal livery, with a strong guard, was in front of the castle, and demanded admittance in the name of the King.

Eveline paused a moment ere she replied, “Not even to the King’s order shall the castle of my ancestors be opened, until we are well assured of the person by whom, and the purpose for which, it is demanded. We will ourself to the gate, and learn the meaning of this summons — My veil, Rose; and call my women.— Again that trumpet sounds! Alas! it rings like a signal to death and ruin.”

The prophetic apprehensions of Eveline were............