High o'er the eastern steep the sun is beaming,And darkness flies with her deceitful shadows;--So truth prevails o'er falsehood.OLD PLAY.
As Tressilian rode along the bridge,lately the scene of so much riotous sport,he could not but observe that men's countenances had singularly changed during the space of his brief absence.
The mock fight was over,but the men,still habited in their masking suits,stood together in groups,like the inhabitants of a city who have been just startled by some strange and alarming news.
When he reached the base-court,appearances were the same--domestics,retainers,and under-officers stood together and whispered,bending their eyes towards the windows of the Great Hall,with looks which seemed at once alarmed and mysterious.
Sir Nicholas Blount was the first person of his own particular acquaintance Tressilian saw,who left him no time to make inquiries,but greeted him with,God help thy heart,Tressilian!
thou art fitter for a clown than a courtier thou canst not attend,as becomes one who follows her Majesty.Here you are called for,wished for,waited for--no man but you will serve the turn;and hither you come with a misbegotten brat on thy horse's neck,as if thou wert dry nurse to some sucking devil,and wert just returned from airing.Why,what is the matter?said Tressilian,letting go the boy,who sprung to ground like a feather,and himself dismounting at the same time.
Why,no one knows the matter,replied Blount;I cannot smell it out myself,though I have a nose like other courtiers.Only,my Lord of Leicester has galloped along the bridge as if he would have rode over all in his passage,demanded an audience of the Queen,and is closeted even now with her,and Burleigh and Walsingham--and you are called for;but whether the matter be treason or worse,no one knows.He speaks true,by Heaven!said Raleigh,who that instant appeared;you must immediately to the Queen's presence.Be not rash,Raleigh,said Blount,remember his boots.--For Heaven's sake,go to my chamber,dear Tressilian,and don my new bloom-coloured silken hose;I have worn them but twice.Pshaw!answered Tressilian;do thou take care of this boy,Blount;be kind to him,and look he escapes you not--much depends on him.So saying,he followed Raleigh hastily,leaving honest Blount with the bridle of his horse in one hand,and the boy in the other.Blount gave a long look after him.
Nobody,he said,calls me to these mysteries--and he leaves me here to play horse-keeper and child-keeper at once.I could excuse the one,for I love a good horse naturally;but to be plagued with a bratchet whelp.--Whence come ye,my fair-favoured little gossip?From the Fens,answered the boy.
And what didst thou learn there,forward imp?To catch gulls,with their webbed feet and yellow stockings,said the boy.
Umph!said Blount,looking down on his own immense roses.
Nay,then,the devil take him asks thee more questions.Meantime Tressilian traversed the full length of the Great Hall,in which the astonished courtiers formed various groups,and were whispering mysteriously together,while all kept their eyes fixed on the door which led from the upper end of the hall into the Queen's withdrawing apartment.Raleigh pointed to the door.
Tressilian knocked,and was instantly admitted.Many a neck was stretched to gain a view into the interior of the apartment;but the tapestry which covered the door on the inside was dropped too suddenly to admit the slightest gratification of curiosity.
Upon entrance,Tressilian found himself,not without a strong palpitation of heart,in the presence of Elizabeth,who was walking to and fro in a violent agitation,which she seemed to scorn to conceal,while two or three of her most sage and confidential counsellors exchanged anxious looks with each other,but delayed speaking till her wrath abated.Before the empty chair of state in which she had been seated,and which was half pushed aside by the violence with which she had started from it,knelt Leicester,his arms crossed,and his brows bent on the ground,still and motionless as the effigies upon a sepulchre.
Beside him stood the Lord Shrewsbury,then Earl Marshal of England,holding his baton of office.The Earl's sword was unbuckled,and lay before him on the floor.
Ho,sir!said the Queen,coming close up to Tressilian,and stamping on the floor with the action and manner of Henry himself;you knew of this fair work--you are an accomplice in this deception which has been practised on us--you have been a main cause of our doing injustice?Tressilian dropped on his knee before the Queen,his good sense showing him the risk of attempting any defence at that moment of irritation.Art dumb,sirrah?she continued;thou knowest of this affair dost thou not?Not,gracious madam,that this poor lady was Countess of Leicester.Nor shall any one know her for such,said Elizabeth.Death of my life!Countess of Leicester!--I say Dame Amy Dudley;and well if she have not cause to write herself widow of the traitor Robert Dudley.Madam,said Leicester,do with me what it may be your will to do,but work no injury on this gentleman;he hath in no way deserved it.And will he be the better for thy intercession,said the Queen,leaving Tressilian,who slowly arose,and rushing to Leicester,who continued kneeling--the better for thy intercession,thou doubly false--thou doubly forsworn;--of thy intercession,whose villainy hath made me ridiculous to my subjects and odious to myself?I could tear out mine eyes for their blindness!Burleigh here ventured to interpose.