“Yes, tell him that I have joined the Duke; and I am well assured that my brothers will, as soon as they hear of his landing, hasten to his standard.”
“Have you any other message?” asked Roger.
“Yes, one which I know I can confide to you,” answered Stephen in a low voice, not free from agitation; “it is to Alice. Tell her that I know I am acting contrary to her advice, and it grieves me deeply to do so, as it may appear that I am regardless of her wishes, but that I consider everything must be sacrificed to the cause of duty, and that no more sacred cause exists than the one in which I am engaged.”
“I will carry out your wishes,” said Roger with a sigh. “It seems to me as if we two had changed places; you used once to act the part of my Mentor, now I am urging my advice on you, though, alack! you appear but little inclined to follow.”
“It is impossible, Roger, for I have already signed my name as one of the Duke’s adherents, and I cannot desert him.”
Roger, all his expostulations useless, wishing his friend farewell, hurried back to the inn, where he was just in time to prevent his horse from being taken possession of by some of the Duke’s zealous adherents, who were eager at once to form a body of cavalry.
“Quick, young gentleman, and mount,” whispered the landlord; “they have already secured all the steeds they could find at the ‘Pig and Whistle,’ and will be here anon.”
Roger threw himself into the saddle. As he galloped off he heard shouts calling him back, but using whip and spur he was soon out of the town, nor did he pull rein till he was beyond reach of any pursuers. At the first hamlet through which he passed, several of the people seeing him riding fast, inquired if anything unusual had happened. Without considering that his prudent course would have been to keep silence, he replied, “Yes, the Duke of Monmouth landed this evening at Lyme, and I saw his standard set up in the market-place; what he is going to do, however, is more than I can say.”
“Hurrah! At last he has come to free us from our Popish tyrants and taxes,” cried one of the villagers; and another raised the shout of “A Monmouth! A Monmouth! We will go to him and fight for him if he wants us.”
Roger rode on, and at the next village gave the same information with a like result. No sooner had he told the people that the Duke had landed, than nearly all were eager to join him. Roger had promised Stephen to ride straight for Langton Hall to inform Mr Battiscombe of what had occurred. He was delayed here and there by having to answer numerous interrogations, and at length he reached the Hall, by which time it was nearly dark. He told a servant to hold his horse while he went into the hall where the family were assembled at supper.