"Tristram Lyndwood is no relative of yours," replied Herne."I will now clear up the mystery that hangs over your birth.You are the offspring of one who for years has exercised greater sway than the king within this realm, but who is now disgraced and ruined, and nigh his end.His priestly vows forbid him to own you, even if he desired to do so.""Have I seen him?" demanded Mabel.
"You have," replied Herne; "and he has seen you--and little did he know when he sought you out, that he was essaying to maintain his own power, and overturn that of another, by the dishonour of his daughter--though if he had done so," he added, with a scoffing laugh," it might not have restrained him.""I know whom you mean" said Mabel."And is it possible he can be my father?""It is as I have told you," replied Herne."You now know my resolve.To-morrow at midnight our nuptials shall take place.""Nuptials!" echoed Mabel.
"Ay, at that altar," he cried, pointing to the Druid pile of stones; "there you shall vow yourself to me and I to you, before terrible witnesses.Ishall have no fear that you will break your oath.Reflect upon what Ihave said."
With this he placed the bugle to his lips, blew a low call upon it, and Fenwolf and Tristram immediately answering the summons, he whispered some instructions to the former, and disappeared down one of the side passages.
Fenwolf's, deportment was now more sullen than before.In vain did Mabel inquire from him what Herne was about to do with Sir Thomas Wyat.He returned no answer, and at last, wearied by her importunity, desired her to hold her peace.Just then, Tristram quitted the cavern for a moment, when he instantly changed his manner, and 'said to her quickly, " I overheard what passed between you and Herne.Consent to be mine, and I will deliver you from him.""That were to exchange one evil for another," she replied, "If you would serve me, deliver Sir Thomas Wyat.""I will only deliver him on the terms I have mentioned" replied Fenwolf.
At this moment, Tristram returned, and the conversation ceased.
Fresh logs were then thrown on the fire by Fenwolf, and, at his request, Tristram proceeded to a hole in the rock, which served as a sort of larder, and brought from it some pieces of venison, which were broiled upon the embers.
At the close of the repast, of which she sparingly partook, Mabel was conducted by Morgan Fenwolf into a small chamber opening out of the great cavern, which was furnished like the cell she had lately occupied, with a small straw pallet.Leaving her a lamp, Fenwolf locked the door, and placed the key in his girdle.
IV.How Sir Thomas Wyat was visited by Herne in the Cell.
Made aware by the clangour of the lock, and Fenwolf's exulting laughter, of the snare in which he had been caught, Sir Thomas Wyat instantly sprang from his hiding-place, and rushed to the door; but being framed of the stoutest oak, and strengthened with plates of iron, it defied all his efforts, nerved as they were by rage and despair, to burst it open.Mabel's shrieks, as she was dragged away, reached his ears, and increased his anguish; and he called out loudly to her companions to return, but his vociferations were only treated with derision.
Finding it useless to struggle further, Wyat threw himself upon the bench, and endeavoured to discover some means of deliverance from his present hazardous position.He glanced round the cell to see whether there was any other outlet than the doorway, but he could discern none, except a narrow grated loophole opening upon the passage, and contrived, doubtless, for the admission of air to the chamber.No dungeon could be more secure.
Raising the lamp, he examined every crevice, but all seemed solid stone.The recess in which he had taken shelter proved to be a mere hollow in the wall.In one corner lay a small straw pallet, which, no doubt, had formed the couch of Mabel; and this, together with the stone bench and rude table of the same material, constituted the sole furniture of the place.
Having taken this careful survey of the cell, Wyat again sat down upon the bench with the conviction that escape was out of the question; and he therefore endeavoured to prepare himself for the worst, for it was more than probable he would be allowed to perish of starvation.To a fiery nature like his, the dreadful uncertainty in which he was placed was more difficult of endurance than bodily torture.And he was destined to endure it long.Many hours flew by, during which nothing occurred to relieve the terrible monotony of his situation.At length, in spite of his anxiety, slumber stole upon him unawares; but it was filled with frightful visions.
How long he slept he knew not, but when he awoke, he found that the cell must have been visited in the interval, for there was a manchet of bread, part of a cold neck of venison, and a flask of wine on the table.
It was evident, therefore, that his captors did not mean to starve him, and yielding to the promptings of appetite, he attacked the provisions, determined to keep strict watch when his gaoler should next visit him.
The repast finished, he again examined the cell, but with no better success than before; and he felt almost certain, from the position in which the bench was placed, that the visitor had not found entrance through the door.
After another long and dreary interval, finding that sleep was stealing upon him fast, he placed the bench near the door, and leaned his back against the latter, certain that in this position he should be awakened if any one attempted to gain admittance in that way.His slumber was again disturbed by fearful dreams; and he was at length aroused by a touch upon the shoulder, while a deep voice shouted his own name in her ears.
Starting to his feet, and scarcely able to separate the reality from the hideous phantasms that had troubled him, he found that the door was still fastened, and the bench unremoved, while before him stood Herne the Hunter.
