"His name sir--his name?"
"Walter De Guerre."
"And who advised you he was here?"
"I found it out; I and another of his friends."
"You mean Hugh Dalton?"
"I do, please your Highness."
"You have some secret communication for this Walter?"
"Your Highness, I have not; yet, if he is here, I humbly entreat
permission to see him; for, as it is your pleasure that we be detained,
I am sure it would be a comfort to him to meet some one who has his
interest firmly, humbly at heart."
"Why came he to England?"
"I believe, that is known only to Hugh Dalton."
"Where got ye that Spanish dagger?"
"Please your Highness, from a sailor at Greenwich, a pensioner."
"You had other business in London than seeking out this Walter?"
"Please your Highness, I had."
"What was its nature?"
"Your Highness must pardon me--I cannot say."
Cromwell, during this examination, had walked backward and forward on a
portion of the roof, bounded at either end by a double range of turreted
chimneys: at the last reply of Robin Hays he suddenly stopped and turned
short upon him, paused as if in anger, and then said,-"Know you to whom you speak? Know you that the Lord hath made me a judge
and a ruler in Israel? and yet you dare refuse an answer to my
question!"
"Your Highness must judge for me in a righteous cause. From infancy I
have been cherished by Hugh Dalton: if my lowly mind has become at all
superior to the miserable and deformed tenement in which it dwells, I
owe it to Hugh Dalton--if I have grown familiar with deeds of blood,
still I owe it to Hugh Dalton that I saw deeds of bravery; and to Hugh
Dalton I owe the knowledge, that whatever is secret, is sacred."
"Honour among thieves, and rogues, and pirates!" exclaimed the
Protector, chafed, but not angry. "Your Dalton had a purpose of his own
to serve in bringing over this scatter-pate Cavalier, who has too much
blood and too little brains for aught but a cock-throw. Young man, I
know the doings at your Gull's Nest Crag--I have been advised thereupon.
Listen! there has been hardly a malecontent for months in the country
who has not there found shelter. Were I inclined to pardon vagabonds, I
might bestow the mercy with which the Lord has intrusted me upon poor
misguided wretches; but Dalton has been a misguider himself. With my own
good steed, and aided by only three on whom I could depend, I traced two
of those leagued with Miles Syndercomb to their earth, at the very time
when Hugh Dalton was lying in his Fire-fly off the coast.--What waited
he for there? That Buccaneer has imported Malignants by dozens, scores,
hundreds, into the Commonwealth; and now the reever expects pardon! for
I have been solicited thereon. Mark me! the Lord's hand is stretched
out, and will not be withdrawn until his nest be turned up, even as the
plough uprooteth and scattereth the nest of the field-mouse and the
blind mole; and mark yet farther, Robin Hays--there is a book, in which
is written the name of every one concerned in those base practices; and
opposite to each name is a red cross--a red cross, I say--which
signifieth the shedding of blood; and as surely as the stars above us
know their secret course along the pathway of the resplendent heavens,
so surely shall all those traitors, reevers, buccaneers, upsetters,
perish by the Lord's hand--unless it pleaseth the Spirit to infuse its
moving power into some of their hearts, so that one or more of them may
point the secret entrance into this cavern, where there is great
treasure, and whereby blood-shedding and much trouble may be spared. If
such an influence was happily exercised--was, I say, happily exercised
over the minds or mind of any one of this accursed crew, he might not
only be spared, but rewarded with much that the heart of man longeth
after." Cromwell paused, and fixed his eyes on the Ranger, who spoke no
word, and made no gesture of reply.