seek his couch until within an hour of daybreak, and his attendants, considering the state of the weather, and that it yet wanted full two hours to the time appointed for the execution, did not think it needful to disturb him. Braddyll and Assheton, however, were up and ready; but, despite their firmness of nerve, they yielded like the rest to the depressing influence of the weather, and began to have some misgivings as to their own share in the tragedy about to be enacted. The various gentlemen in attendance paced to and fro within the hall, holding but slight converse together, anxiously counting the minutes, for the time appeared to pass on with unwonted slowness, and ever and anon glancing through the diamond panes of the window at the rain pouring down steadily without, and coming back again hopeless of amendment in the weather.
If such were the disheartening influence of the day on those who had nothing to apprehend, what must its effect have been on the poor captives! Woful indeed. The two monks suffered a complete prostration of spirit. All the resolution which Father Haydocke had displayed in his interview with the Earl of Derby, failed him now, and he yielded to the agonies of despair. Father Eastgate was in little better condition, and gave vent to unavailing lamentations, instead of paying heed to the consolatory discourse of the monk who had been permitted to visit him.
The abbot was better sustained. Though greatly enfeebled by the occurrences of the night, yet in proportion as his bodily strength decreased, his mental energies rallied. Since the confession of his secret offence, and the conviction he had obtained that his supposed victim still lived, a weight seemed taken from his breast, and he had no longer any dread of death. Rather he looked to the speedy termination of existence with hopeful pleasure. He prepared himself as decently as the means afforded him permitted for his last appearance before the world, but refused all refreshment except a cup of water, and being left to himself was praying fervently, when a man was admitted into his cell. Thinking it might be the executioner come to summon him, he arose, and to his surprise beheld Hal o’ Nabs. The countenance of the rustic was pale, but his bearing was determined.
“You here, my son,” cried Paslew. “I hoped you had escaped.”
“Ey’m i’ nah dawnger, feyther abbut,” replied Hal. “Ey’n getten leef to visit ye fo a minute only, so ey mun be brief. Mey yourself easy, ye shanna dee be’t hongmon’s honds.”
“How, my son!” cried Paslew. “I understand you not.”
“Yo’n onderstond me weel enough by-and-by,” replied Hal. “Dunnah be feart whon ye see me next; an comfort yoursel that whotever cums and goes, your death shall be avenged o’ your warst foe.”
Paslew would have sought some further explanation, but Hal stepped quickly backwards, and striking his foot against the door, it was instantly opened by the guard, and he went forth.
Not long after this, the Earl of Derby entered the great hall, and his first inquiry was as to the safety of the prisoners. When satisfied of this, he looked forth, and shuddered at the dismal state of the weather. While he was addressing some remarks on this subject, and on its interference with the tragical exhibition about to take place, an officer entered the hall, followed by several persons of inferior condition, amongst whom was Hal o’ Nabs, and marched up to the earl, while the others remained standing at a respectful distance.
“What news do you bring me, sir?” cried the earl, noticing the officer’s evident uneasiness of manner. “Nothing hath happened to the prisoners? God’s death! if it hath, you shall all answer for it with your bodies.”
“Nothing hath happened to them, my lord,” said the officer,—“but—”
“But what?” interrupted the earl. “Out with it quickly.”
“The executioner from Lancaster and his two aids have fled,” replied the officer.
“Fled!” exclaimed the earl, stamping his foot with rage; “now as I live, this is a device to delay the execution till some new attempt at rescue can be made. But it shall fail, if I string up the abbot myself. Death! can no other hangmen be found? ha!”
“Of a surety, my lord; but all have an aversion to the office, and hold it opprobrious, especially to put churchmen to death,” replied the officer.
“Opprobrious or not, it must be done,” replied the earl. “See that fitting persons are provided.”
At this moment Hal o’ Nabs stepped forward.
“Ey’m willing t’ ondertake t’ job, my lord, an’ t’ hong t’ abbut, without fee or rewort,” he said.
“Thou bears’t him a grudge, I suppose, good fellow,” replied the earl, laughing at the rustic’s uncouth appearance; “but thou seem’st a stout fellow, and one not likely to flinch, and may discharge the office as well as another. If no better man can be found, let him do it,” he added to the officer.
“Ey humbly thonk your lortship,” replied Hal, inwardly rejoicing at the success of his scheme. But his countenance fell when he perceived Demdike advance from behind the others.
“This man is not to be trusted, my lord,” said Demdike, coming forward; “he has some mischievous design in making the request. So far from bearing enmity to the abbot, it was he who assisted him in his attempt to escape last night.”
“What!” exclaimed the earl, “is this a new trick? Bring the fellow forward, that I may examine him.”
But Hal was gone. Instantly divining Demdike’s purpose, and seeing his chance lost, he mingled with the lookers-on, who covered his retreat. Nor could he be found when sought for by the guard.
“See you provide a substitute quickly, sir,” cried the earl, angrily, to the officer.
“It is needless to take further trouble, my lord,” replied Demdike “I am come to offer myself as executioner.”
“Thou!” exclaimed the earl.
“Ay,” replied the other. “When I heard that the men from Lancaster were fled, I instantly knew that some scheme to frustrate the ends of justice was on foot, and I at once resolved to undertake the office myself rather than delay or risk should occur. What this man’s aim was, who hath just offered himself, I partly guess, but it hath failed; and if your lordship will intrust the matter to me, I will answer that no further impediment shall arise, but that the sentence shall be fully carried out, and the law satisfied. Your lordship can trust me.”
“I know it,” replied the earl. “Be it as you will. It is now on the stroke of nine. At ten, let all be in readiness to set out for Wiswall Hall. The rain may have ceased by that time, but no weather must stay you. Go forth with the new executioner, sir,” he added to the officer, “and see all necessary preparations made.”
And as Demdike bowed, and departed with the officer, the earl sat down with his retainers to break his fast.
Chapter 9.
Wiswall Hall
Shortly before ten o’clock a numerous cortège, consisting of a troop of horse in their full equipments, a band of archers with their bows over their shoulders, and a long train of barefoot monks, who had been permitted to attend, set out from the abbey. Behind them came a varlet with a paper mitre on his head, and a lathen
