You come in time,my lord,she said,to decide a dispute between us ladies.Here has Sir Richard Varney asked our permission to depart from the Castle with his infirm lady,having,as he tells us,your lordship's consent to his absence,so he can obtain ours.Certes,we have no will to withhold him from the affectionate charge of this poor young person;but you are to know that Sir Richard Varney hath this day shown himself so much captivated with these ladies of ours,that here is our Duchess of Rutland says he will carry his poor insane wife no farther than the lake,plunge her in to tenant the crystal palaces that the enchanted nymph told us of,and return a jolly widower,to dry his tears and to make up the loss among our train.How say you,my lord?We have seen Varney under two or three different guises--you know what are his proper attributes --think you he is capable of playing his lady such a knave's trick?Leicester was confounded,but the danger was urgent,and a reply absolutely necessary.The ladies,he said,think too lightly of one of their own ***,in supposing she could deserve such a fate;or too ill of ours,to think it could be inflicted upon an innocent female.Hear him,my ladies,said Elizabeth;like all his ***,he would excuse their cruelty by imputing fickleness to us.Say not US,madam,replied the Earl.We say that meaner women,like the lesser lights of heaven,have revolutions and phases;but who shall impute mutability to the sun,or to Elizabeth?The discourse presently afterwards assumed a less perilous tendency,and Leicester continued to support his part in it with spirit,at whatever expense of mental agony.So pleasing did it seem to Elizabeth,that the Castle bell had sounded midnight ere she retired from the company,a circumstance unusual in her quiet and regular habits of disposing of time.Her departure was,of course,the signal for breaking up the company,who dispersed to their several places of repose,to dream over the pastimes of the day,or to anticipate those of the morrow.
The unfortunate Lord of the Castle,and founder of the proud festival,retired to far different thoughts.His direction to the valet who attended him was to send Varney instantly to his apartment.The messenger returned after some delay,and informed him that an hour had elapsed since Sir Richard Varney had left the Castle by the postern gate with three other persons,one of whom was transported in a horse-litter.
How came he to leave the Castle after the watch was set?said Leicester.I thought he went not till daybreak.He gave satisfactory reasons,as I understand,said the domestic,to the guard,and,as I hear,showed your lordship's signet--True--true,said the Earl;yet he has been hasty.Do any of his attendants remain behind?Michael Lambourne,my lord,said the valet,was not to be found when Sir Richard Varney departed,and his master was much incensed at his absence.I saw him but now saddling his horse to gallop after his master.Bid him come hither instantly,said Leicester;I have a message to his master.The servant left the apartment,and Leicester traversed it for some time in deep meditation.Varney is over-zealous,he said,over-pressing.He loves me,I think;but he hath his own ends to serve,and he is inexorable in pursuit of them.If I rise,he rises;and he hath shown himself already but too,eager to rid me of this obstacle which seems to stand betwixt me and sovereignty.
Yet I will not stoop to bear this disgrace.She shall be punished,but it shall be more advisedly.I already feel,even in anticipation,that over-haste would light the flames of hell in my bosom.No--one victim is enough at once,and that victim already waits me.He seized upon writing materials,and hastily traced these words:--Sir Richard Varney,we have resolved to defer the matter entrusted to your care,and strictly command you to proceed no further in relation to our Countess until our further order.We also command your instant return to Kenilworth as soon as you have safely bestowed that with which you are entrusted.But if the safe-placing of your present charge shall detain you longer than we think for,we command you in that case to send back our signet-ring by a trusty and speedy messenger,we having present need of the same.And requiring your strict obedience in these things,and commending you to God's keeping,we rest your assured good friend and master,R.LEICESTER.
Given at our Castle of Kenilworth,the tenth of July,in the year of Salvation one thousand five hundred and seventy-five.As Leicester had finished and sealed this mandate,Michael Lambourne,booted up to mid-thigh,having his riding-cloak girthed around him with a broad belt,and a felt cap on his head,like that of a courier,entered his apartment,ushered in by the valet.
What is thy capacity of service?said the Earl.
Equerry to your lordship's master of the horse,answered Lambourne,with his customary assurance.
Tie up thy saucy tongue,sir,said Leicester;the jests that may suit Sir Richard Varney's presence suit not mine.How soon wilt thou overtake thy master?In one hour's riding,my lord,if man and horse hold good,said Lambourne,with an instant alteration of demeanour,from an approach to familiarity to the deepest respect.The Earl measured him with his eye from top to toe.
I have heard of thee,he said men say thou art a prompt fellow in thy service,but too much given to brawling and to wassail to be trusted with things of moment.My lord,said Lambourne,I have been soldier,sailor,traveller,and adventurer;and these are all trades in which men enjoy to-day,because they have no surety of to-morrow.But though I may misuse mine own leisure,I have never neglected the duty I owe my master.See that it be so in this instance,said Leicester,and it shall do thee good.Deliver this letter speedily and carefully into Sir Richard Varney's hands.Does my commission reach no further?said Lambourne.
