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Updated: June 17, 2025
Great beams crossed and recrossed one another, in an ever-narrowing pyramid, for about two hundred feet. Up in the dimness and final darkness near the apex was security for any man. Windybank stole across the river meadow to the nearest house. The door stood open and the place was empty.
When wilt thou be gone, as I have bidden thee? If thou dost not quit, I will run thee through." Jerome saw that the presence of Basil was a continual irritant to the desperate man, so he himself ordered his satellite to withdraw. Basil obeyed with no very good grace, and the look that Windybank received boded ill.
I'd ha' given my Sunday kirtle to my worst enemy if Johnnie had espied him and known that he and thee had been sitting cheek by jowl for an hour." "Master Windybank is our neighbour," said Dorothy haughtily, "and he comes hither with my father's consent." "Ay, men are as blind as owls to each other's failings," was the tart response.
His tones were so fierce that Dorothy quailed. She recovered herself quickly. "Come into the garden," she said. "I cannot come where I am not welcome." "I am asking thee." "I shall not come." "Then must I come to thee." Suiting action to the words, the maiden hurried through the gate, and in a minute more Windybank was sitting beside her in the arbour.
Windybank jumped up from the garden seat and began to pace to and fro, to the peril of Dorothy's flower-beds. "But why should I argue or contradict or fly into a passion if thou dost tell me my eyes are blue? 'Tis the truth." Dorothy opened them wider, and made them look more innocent and beautiful than ever. "Was that all I said for the space of an hour?" was the sullen rejoinder.
The windows of the chamber in which Windybank awaited the stroke of midnight faced towards the river, and the sheen of its broad waters was plainly visible. He sat without a light, and the silvery beams from without cast fantastic shadows on the oaken floor and the dark panelling of the low walls. The carved furniture stood distorted and grotesque.
"May as well be hanged for a royal stag as for lesser game," said Master Windybank; and as he said it he felt his neck grow uncomfortable. He plucked at his doublet, found it quite loose, swore at himself for an imaginative fool, and hurried on his way. The wood was almost passed; the trees were thin, and the steep of the hill was merging into the level of the plain.
He stayed near Newnham long enough to learn from the farmer at Arlingham the precise fate of Father Jerome, his co-conspirator John, and Andrew Windybank. Being assured of their deaths, and the absolute failure of the Spanish plot, he disappeared.
Some of the less eager conspirators began to feel the demoralizing effects of the long wait; their courage began to ebb. Andrew Windybank had time to reflect, and he wished himself well out of the whole business. Here and there a man sighed or fidgeted in the darkness. Basil was quick to notice the signs, and equally quick to combat them.
About a dozen men were assembled, and Windybank gathered from their whispers that they were from the northern part of the forest or from beyond the Wye; neither Father Jerome nor his other lieutenant, John, was present. Windybank stretched himself on the grass just above the water, being determined to say nothing to any man.
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