“If any one appears on the roof, and does not surrender, fire.”
The sergeant’s heavy paces were heard going along the pavement, every step seeming to crush down Lady Gowan’s heart, as her head swam, and in imagination she saw the flash of the soldiers’ muskets, and then heard the heavy fall of one for whom she would have gladly died.
Her hand went out to catch at the bottom pillar of the balustrade, and she stood swaying to and fro in the darkness, struggling hard to master the terrible sensation of faintness which came over her.
It soon passed off, for the thought came to her that she must be firm. She was doing nothing to help her husband; but he had bidden her keep watch there over that door, and guard it against danger from within, and as a soldier’s wife she would have died sooner than neglect the duty with which he had intrusted her. For how did she know what pressure might be brought to bear upon the weak woman below? The soldiery had been into the area, where there were only the glass windows between, and a broken pane would form an easy way for passage of threats. If bidden to open in the King’s name, what might they not do? Ah, she must guard against that, and with her nerves newly strung, she stood listening for a few moments to the buzz of voices outside, and then, feeling that it was impossible for danger to assail them without warning from the front door, she went to the head of the stairs which led down into the basement.
“In the King’s name!” she said softly. “Robert is my king, and I can obey none other.”
She was herself again now—the quick, eager, brave woman, ready to do anything to save her husband’s life; and gliding down the stairs she silently passed the open door of the housekeeper’s room, where she could hear the servant girl sobbing, and the old housekeeper trying to comfort her and then to comfort herself.
The next minute, quite unheard, she was at the end of the stone passage where the big, heavy door opened into the area, and began passing her hand over bolt, bar, and lock, to find all fast; and with a sigh of relief she was in the act of softly drawing out the big key, when a movement outside told her that a sentry had been placed at that door, and that the man must have heard the movement of the key.
This made her pause, with her heart throbbing wildly; but in a minute or so she recovered herself, and almost by hairbreadths drew the great key slowly out with scarcely another sound, and crept back along the passage once more, past the open doorway through which the light streamed, and then up the stairs, and back to her former position in the dark hall, feeling confident now that no one could pass into the house from below unheard.
The voices of the soldiers came to her, and an angry inquiry or two from the officer, who was getting out of patience.
“Have they gone to the smith’s to get the things made?” he cried angrily.