It is necessary to premise that the landlord of the inn had informed them that a jovial party,intended,as he understood,to present some of the masques or mummeries which made a part of the entertainment with which the Queen was usually welcomed on the royal Progresses,had left the village of Donnington an hour or two before them in order to proceed to Kenilworth.Now it had occurred to Wayland that,by attaching themselves in some sort to this group as soon as they should overtake them on the road,they would be less likely to attract notice than if they continued to travel entirely by themselves.He communicated his idea to the Countess,who,only anxious to arrive at Kenilworth without interruption,left him free to choose the manner in which this was to be accomplished.They pressed forward their horses,therefore,with the purpose of overtaking the party of intended revellers,and ****** the journey in their company;and had just seen the little party,consisting partly of riders,partly of people on foot,crossing the summit of a gentle hill,at about half a mile's distance,and disappearing on the other side,when Wayland,who maintained the most circumspect observation of all that met his eye in every direction,was aware that a rider was coming up behind them on a horse of uncommon action,accompanied by a serving-man,whose utmost efforts were unable to keep up with his master's trotting hackney,and who,therefore,was fain to follow him at a hand gallop.Wayland looked anxiously back at these horsemen,became considerably disturbed in his manner,looked back again,and became pale,as he said to the lady,That is Richard Varney's trotting gelding;I would know him among a thousand nags.This is a worse business than meeting the mercer.Draw your sword,answered the lady,and pierce my bosom with it,rather than I should fall into his hands!I would rather by a thousand times,answered Wayland,pass it through his body,or even mine own.But to say truth,fighting is not my best point,though I can look on cold iron like another when needs must be.And indeed,as for my sword--(put on,I pray you)--it is a poor Provant rapier,and I warrant you he has a special Toledo.He has a serving-man,too,and I think it is the drunken ruffian Lambourne!upon the horse on which men say--(Ipray you heartily to put on)--he did the great robbery of the west country grazier.It is not that I fear either Varney or Lambourne in a good cause--(your palfrey will go yet faster if you urge him)--but yet--(nay,I pray you let him not break off into a gallop,lest they should see we fear them,and give chase --keep him only at the full trot)--but yet,though I fear them not,I would we were well rid of them,and that rather by policy than by violence.Could we once reach the party before us,we may herd among them,and pass unobserved,unless Varney be really come in express pursuit of us,and then,happy man be his dole!While he thus spoke,he alternately urged and restrained his horse,desirous to maintain the fleetest pace that was consistent with the idea of an ordinary journey on the road,but to avoid such rapidity of movement as might give rise to suspicion that they were flying.
At such a pace they ascended the gentle hill we have mentioned,and looking from the top,had the pleasure to see that the party which had left Donnington before them were in the little valley or bottom on the other side,where the road was traversed by a rivulet,beside which was a cottage or two.In this place they seemed to have made a pause,which gave Wayland the hope of joining them,and becoming a part of their company,ere Varney should overtake them.He was the more anxious,as his companion,though she made no complaints,and expressed no fear,began to look so deadly pale that he was afraid she might drop from her horse.Notwithstanding this symptom of decaying strength,she pushed on her palfrey so briskly that they joined the party in the bottom of the valley ere Varney appeared on the top of the gentle eminence which they had descended.
They found the company to which they meant to associate themselves in great disorder.The women with dishevelled locks,and looks of great importance,ran in and out of one of the cottages,and the men stood around holding the horses,and looking silly enough,as is usual in cases where their assistance is not wanted.
Wayland and his charge paused,as if out of curiosity,and then gradually,without ****** any inquiries,or being asked any questions,they mingled with the group,as if they had always made part of it.
They had not stood there above five minutes,anxiously keeping as much to the side of the road as possible,so as to place the other travellers betwixt them and Varney,when Lord Leicester's master of the horse,followed by Lambourne,came riding fiercely down the hill,their horses'flanks and the rowels of their spurs showing bloody tokens of the rate at which they travelled.The appearance of the stationary group around the cottages,wearing their buckram suits in order to protect their masking dresses,having their light cart for transporting their scenery,and carrying various fantastic properties in their hands for the more easy conveyance,let the riders at once into the character and purpose of the company.
You are revelIers,said Varney,designing for Kenilworth?RECTE QUIDEM,DOMINE SPECTATISSIME,answered one of the party.
