Beau Brocade: A Romance, Page 2

  CHAPTER II

  THE FORGE OF JOHN STICH

  John Stich too had heard that laugh; for a moment he paused in his work,straightened his broad back and leant his heavy hammer upon the anvil,whilst a pleasant smile lit up his bronzed and rugged countenance.

  "There goes the Captain," he said, "I wonder now what's tickling him.Ah!" he added with a short sigh, "the soldiers, maybe. He doesn't likesoldiers much, doesn't the Captain."

  He sighed again and looked across to where, on a rough wooden bench, sata young man with head resting on his hand, his blue eyes staring moodilybefore him. The dress this young man wore was a counterpart of that inwhich John himself was arrayed; rough worsted stockings, thick flannelshirt with sleeves well tucked up over fine, muscular arms, and a large,greasy, well-worn leather apron, denoting the blacksmith's trade. Butthough the hands and face were covered with grime, a more than casualobserver would soon have noticed that those same hands were slender andshapely, the fingers long, the nails neatly trimmed, whilst the face,anxious and careworn though it was, had in it a look of habitualcommand, of pride not yet crushed out of ken.

  John Stich gazed at him for awhile, whilst a look of pity and anxietysaddened his honest face. The smith was a man of few words, he saidnothing then, and presently the sound of his hammer upon the anvil oncemore filled the forge with its pleasant echo. But though John's tonguewas slow, his ear was quick, and in one moment he had perceived the dullthud made by the Corporal's squad as, having parted from Mr Inch at thecross-roads, the soldiers ploughed their way through the mud round thecottage and towards the forge.

  "Hist!" said John, in a rapid whisper, pointing to the fire, "thebellows! quick!"

  The young man too had started in obvious alarm. His ear--the ear of afugitive, trained to every sound that betokened danger--was as alert asthat of the smith. With a sudden effort he pulled himself together, andquickly seized the heavy bellows with a will. He forced his eyes toglance carelessly at the door and his lips to whistle a lively countrytune.

  The Corporal paused a moment at the entrance, taking a quick survey ofthe interior of the forge, his men at attention behind him.

  "In the King's name!" he said loudly, as he unfolded the Proclamation ofHis Majesty's Parliament.

  His orders were to read it in every hamlet and every homestead in thedistrict; John Stich, the blacksmith, was an important personage allaround Brassing Moor, and he had not heard it read from beneath the oldgallows at the cross-roads just now.

  "Well, Corporal," said the worthy smith, quietly, as he put down hishammer out of respect for the King's name. "Well, and what does HisMajesty, King George II., desire with John Stich, the blacksmith, eh?"

  "Not with you alone, John Stich," replied the Corporal. "This is an Actof Parliament and concerns all loyal subjects of the King. Who be yonlad?" he asked, carelessly nodding towards the young man at the bellows.

  "My nephew Jim, out o' Nottingham," replied John Stich, quietly, "mysister Hannah's child. You recollect her, Corporal? She was in servicewith my Lord Exeter up at Derby."

  "Oh, aye! Mistress Hannah Stich, to be sure! I didn't know she had sucha fine lad of her own," commented the Corporal, as the young manstraightened his tall figure and looked him fearlessly in the face.

  "Lads grow up fast enough, don't they, Corporal?" laughed honest Stich,pleasantly; "but come, let's hear His Majesty's Proclamation sinceyou've got to read it. But you see I'm very busy and..."

  "Nay, 'tis my duty, John Stich, 'in every homestead in Derbyshire' 'tisto be read, so says this Act of Parliament. You might have saved thistrouble had you come down to the cross-roads just now."

  "I was busy," remarked John Stich, drily, and the Corporal began toread:--

  "'It having come to the knowledge of His Majesty's Parliament that certain subjects of the King have lately raised the standard of rebellion, setting up the Pretender, Charles Edward Stuart, above the King's most lawful Majesty, it is hereby enacted that these persons are guilty of high treason and by the laws of the kingdom are therefore condemned to death. It is further enacted that it is unlawful for any loyal subject of the King to shelter or harbour, clothe or feed any such persons who are vile traitors and rebels to their King and country; and that any subject of His Majesty who kills such a traitor or rebel doth thereby commit an act of justice and loyalty, for which he may be rewarded by the sum of twenty guineas.'"

  There was a pause when the Corporal had finished reading. John Stichwas leaning upon his hammer, the young man once more busied himself withthe bellows. Outside, the clearing shower of September rain beganpattering upon the thatched roof of the forge.

  "Well," said John Stich at last, as the Corporal put the heavy parchmentaway in his wallet. "Well, and are you going to tell us who are thosepersons, Corporal, whom our village lads are told to murder by Act ofParliament? How shall we know a rebel ... and shoot him ... when we seeone?"

  "There were forty persons down on the list a few weeks ago, persons whowere known to be in hiding in Derbyshire," said the young soldier,"but..."

  "Well, what's your 'but,' Corporal? There were forty persons whom 'twaslawful to murder a few weeks ago.... What of them?"

  "They have been caught and hanged, most of them," replied the soldier,quietly.

  "Jim, lad, mind that fire," commented John Stich, turning to his "nephewout o' Nottingham," for the latter was staring with glowing eyes andquivering lips at the Corporal, who, not noticing him, continuedcarelessly,--

  "There was Lord Lovat now, you must have heard of him, John Stich, hewas beheaded a few days ago, and so was Lord Kilmarnock ... they werelords, you see, and had a headsman all to themselves on Tower Hill,that's up in London: some lesser folk have been hanged, and now thereare only three rebels at large, and there are twenty guineas waiting foranyone who will bring the head of one of them to the nearestmagistrate."

  The smith grunted. "Well, and who are they?" he asked roughly.

  "Sir Andrew Macdonald up from Tweedside, then Squire Fairfield, you'dmind him, John Stich, over Staffordshire way."

  "Aye, aye, I mind him well enough. His mother was a Papist and he clungto the Stuart cause ... young man, too, and hiding for his life....Well, and who else?"

  "The young Earl of Stretton."

  "What! him from Stretton Hall?" said John Stich in open astonishment."Jim, lad," he added sternly, "thou art a clumsy fool."

  The young man had started involuntarily at sound of the last namementioned by the Corporal; and the bellows which he had tried to wieldfell with a clatter on the floor.

  "Be gy! but an Act of Parliament can make thee a lawful assassin, itseems," added honest John, with a laugh, "but let me perish if it canmake thee a good smith. What think you, Master Corporal?"

  "Odd's life! the lad is too soft-hearted mayhap! Our Derbyshire ladshaven't much sense in their heads, have they?"

  "Well, you mind the saying, Corporal, 'Derbyshire born and Derbyshirebred...' eh?"

  "'Strong i' the arm and weak i' th' head,'" laughed the soldier,concluding the apt quotation. "That's just it. Odd's buds! they wantsome sense. What's a rebel or a traitor but vermin, eh? and don't wekill vermin all of us, and don't call it murder either--what?"

  He laughed pleasantly and carelessly and tapped the side of his walletwhere rested His Majesty's Proclamation. He was a young soldier,nothing more, attentive to duty, ready to obey, neither willing norallowed to reason for himself. He had been taught that rebels andtraitors were vermin ... egad! vermin they were, and as such must be gotrid of for the sake of the rest of the kingdom and the safety of HisMajesty the King.

  John Stich made no comment on the Corporal's profession of faith.

  "We'll talk about all that some other time, Corporal," he said at last,"but I am busy now, you see..."

  "No offence, friend Stich.... Odd's life, duty you know, John, duty,eh? His Majesty's orders! an
d I had them from the Captain, who had themfrom the Duke of Cumberland himself. So you mind the Act, friend!"

  "Aye! I mind it well enough."

  "Everyone knows _you_ to be a loyal subject of King George," added theCorporal in conciliatory tones, for John was a power in the district,"and I'm sure your nephew is the same, but duty is duty, and no offencemeant."

  "That's right enough, Corporal," said John Stich, impatiently.

  "So good-morrow to you, John Stich."

  "Good-morrow."

  The Corporal nodded to the young man, then turned on his heel andpresently his voice was heard ringing out the word of command,--

  "Attention!--Right turn--Quick march!"

  John Stich and the young man watched the half-dozen red-coated figuresas they turned to skirt the cottage: the dull thud of their feet quicklydying away, as they wound their way slowly up the muddy path which leadsacross the Heath to Aldwark village.