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Updated: June 15, 2025
So Marian beckoned me, and we left her. As we entered the house, who should pass us but my Lord of Denbeigh, and o' my word he was whiter than my lady, if anything, and wrapped as usual in a long cloak. He seemed not to see us, and we went on in silence. Here transpires the only part of this narrative concerning which I am reluctant to write.
"It is impossible. Would that I could!" And the lad said, "Nay, it is not impossible. Thou canst save thine own life with a word." And Lord Denbeigh answered him: "My life is not worth even a word," and he did not lift up his forehead from his hands. Then said my master, "Thy life may be worth less than naught to thee, but to others its price is above their own."
And Lord Denbeigh turned on him, and spoke in a harsh voice: "I have said I will not go. I have done with thee and thine. Go thy ways ere it be too late;" and he passed on and left the man to swallow the moonshine with his great gaping mouth. And he saith unto me, "Follow closely." So by-and-by we came to a great gray house, and Lord Denbeigh opened the door and bade me enter with him.
At this reproof I saw anger again in her eye, but she was so pleased withal at having got me to call Lord Denbeigh a swine that she forebore any further personal affront.
Five miles above Newport News, at Deep Creek, was Denbeigh, Captain Samuel Matthews's place, a miniature village rather than plantation, where many servants were employed, hemp and flax woven, hides tanned, leather made into shoes, cattle and swine raised for the ships outward bound, and a large dairy and numerous poultry kept.
And as I struck out with my sword I saw a fellow in a mask close with Lord Denbeigh, lifting a dagger high in his hand, while another rascal pinned the earl's hands to his sides. And even as I looked, the lad leaped between, and the thin knife went deep into his breast.
But no word came direct, either through letters or friends. So passed the months, and it was nigh to August, and the fighting was over for the time, when one day, with a clattering as of a horsed army, there comes dashing into the court two cavaliers on horseback, and one of them was my Lord of Denbeigh.
The lad came and stood near the fire, and I saw that he looked at Lord Denbeigh from under his drooping bonnet the earl having withdrawn unto a table apart, with a glass of wine and some papers, and his sword across the table. Even as I looked the boy turned, and went over, and leaned on the table to finger the heavy sword.
I will not repeat the foul slanders; suffice it to say, I sustained for one half hour what few men are called upon to endure throughout a lifetime. At last, the newness being gone, they left me in peace, and I, being settled safely in my corner, did set to work to watch the door. Who should enter at that very moment but my Lord Denbeigh!
"Thou wert a man after God's own heart did not thou let Satan consort with thee." Then turned Lord Denbeigh with a laugh that was not merry. And he saith, "As thou quotest Scripture to me, select thy texts with greater care. Even to my mind there doth come one more suiting; for even as Job, 'I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls."
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