“I should think so,” replied Richard. “Some dozen men, armed, against a poor defenceless old woman, are surely enough.”
“Owd, boh neaw defenceless, Mester Ruchot,” rejoined Baldwyn. “Yo canna go i’ too great force on an expedition like this. Malkin Tower is a varry strong place, os yo’n find.”
“Well,” said Nowell, “since we are here, I agree with Master Potts, that it would be better to secure these two offenders, and convey them to Whalley, where their examination can be taken at the same time with that of Mistress Nutter. We therefore accept your offer of refreshment, Baldwyn, as some of our party may stand in need of it, and will at once proceed to the mill.”
“Well resolved, sir,” said Potts.
“We’n tae th’ owd witch, dead or alive,” cried Baldwyn.
“Alive — we must have her alive, good Baldwyn,” said Potts. “You must see her perish at the stake.”
“Reet, mon,” cried the miller, his eyes blazing with fury; “that’s true vengeance. Ey’n ride whoam an get aw ready fo ye. Yo knoa t’ road.”
So saying, he struck spurs into his horse and galloped off. Scarcely was he gone than the reeve, who had kept out of his sight, came forward.
“Since you have resolved upon going to Malkin Tower,” he said to Nowell, “and have a sufficiently numerous party for the purpose, my further attendance can be dispensed with. I will ride in search of James Device.”
“Do so,” replied the magistrate, “and let hue and cry be made after him.”
“It shall be,” replied the reeve, “and, if taken, he shall be conveyed to Whalley.”
And he made towards the clough, as if with the intention of putting his words into execution.
Word was now given to set forward, and Master Potts having been accommodated with a horse by one of the grooms, who proceeded on foot, the party began to retrace their course to the mill.
They were soon again by the side of Pendle Water, and erelong reached Rough Lee. As they rode through the close at the back of the mansion, Roger Nowell halted for a moment, and observed with a grim smile to Richard —
“Never more shall Mistress Nutter enter that house. Within a week she shall be lodged in Lancaster Castle, as a felon of the darkest dye, and she shall meet a felon’s fate. And not only shall she be sent thither, but all her partners in guilt — Mother Demdike and her accursed brood, the Devices; old Chattox and her grand-daughter, Nance Redferne: not one shall escape.”
“You do not include Alizon Device in your list?” cried Richard.
“I include all — I will spare none,” rejoined Nowell, sternly.
“Then I will move no further with you,” said Richard.
“How!” cried Newell, “are you an upholder of these witches? Beware what you do, young man. Beware how you take part with them. You will bring suspicion upon yourself, and get entangled in a net from which you will not easily escape.”
“I care not what may happen to me,” rejoined Richard; “I will never lend myself to gross injustice — such as you are about to practise. Since you announce your intention of including the innocent with the guilty, of exterminating a whole family for the crimes of one or two of its members, I have done. You have made dark accusations against Mistress Nutter, but you have proved nothing. You assert that, by witchcraft, she has changed the features of your land, but in what way can you make good the charge? Old Mitton has, indeed, volunteered himself as a witness against her, and has accused her of most heinous offences; but he has at the same time shown that he is her enemy, and his testimony will be regarded with doubt. I will not believe her guilty on mere suspicion, and I deny that you have aught more to proceed upon.”
“I shall not argue the point with you now, sir,” replied Nowell; angrily. “Mistress Nutter will be fairly tried, and if I fail in my proofs against her, she will be acquitted. But I have little fear of such a result,” he added, with a sinister smile.
“You are confident, sir, because you know there would be every disposition to find her guilty,” replied Richard. “She will not be fairly tried. All the prejudices of ignorance and superstition, heightened by the published opinions of the King, will be arrayed against her. Were she as free from crime, or thought of crime, as the new-born babe, once charged with the horrible and inexplicable offence of witchcraft, she would scarce escape. You go determined to destroy her.”
“I will not deny it,” said Roger Newell, “and I am satisfied that I shall render good service to society by freeing it from so vile a member. So abhorrent is the crime of witchcraft, that were my own son suspected, I would be the first to deliver him to justice. Like a noxious and poisonous plant, the offence has taken deep root in this country, and is spreading its baneful influence around, so that, if it be not extirpated, it may spring up anew, and cause incalculable mischief. But it shall now be effectually checked. Of the families I have mentioned, not one shall escape; and if Mistress Nutter herself had a daughter, she should be brought to judgment. In such cases, children must suffer for the sins of the parents.”
“You have no regard, then, for their innocence?” said Richard, who felt as if a weight of calamity was crushing him down.
“Their innocence must be proved at the proper tribunal,” rejoined Nowell. “It is not for me to judge them.”
“But you do judge them,” cried Richard, sharply. “In making the charge, you know that you pronounce the sentence of condemnation as well. This is why the humane man — why the just — would hesitate to bring an accusation even where he suspected guilt — but where suspicion could not possibly attach, he would never suffer himself, however urged on by feelings of animosity, to injure the innocent.”
“You ascribe most unworthy motives to me, young sir,” rejoined Nowell, sternly. “I am influenced only by a desire to see justice administered, and I shall not swerve from my duty, because my humanity may be called in question by a love-sick boy. I understand why you plead thus warmly for these infamous persons. You are enthralled by the beauty of the young witch, Alizon Device. I noted how you were struck by her yesterday — and I heard what Sir Thomas Metcalfe said on the subject. But take heed what you do. You may jeopardise both soul and body in the indulgence of this fatal passion. Witchcraft is exercised in many ways. Its professors have not only power to maim and to kill, and to do other active mischief, but to ensnare the affections and endanger the souls of their victims, by enticing them to unhallowed love. Alizon Device is comely to view, no doubt, but who shall say whence her beauty is derived? Hell may have arrayed her in its fatal charms. Sin is beautiful, but all-destructive. And the time will come when you may thank me for delivering you from the snares of this seductive siren.” Richard uttered an angry exclamation.
“Not now — I do not expect it — you are too much besotted by her,” pursued Nowell; “but I conjure you to cast off this wicked and senseless passion, which, unless checked, will lead you to perdition. You have heard what abominable rites are practised at those unholy meetings called Devil’s Sabbaths, and how can you say that some demon may not be your rival in Alizon’s love?”
“You pass all licence, sir,” cried Richard, infuriated past endurance; “and, if you do not instantly retract the infamous accusation you have made, neither your age nor your office shall protect you.”
“I can fortunately protect myself, young man,” replied Nowell, coldly; “and if aught were wanting to confirm my suspicions that you were under some evil influence, it would be supplied by your present conduct. You are bewitched by this girl.”
“It is false!” cried Richard.
And he raised his hand against the magistrate, when Nicholas quickly interposed.
“Nay, cousin Dick,” cried the squire, “this must not be. You must take other means of defending the poor girl, whose innocence I will maintain as stoutly as yourself. But, since Master Roger Nowell is resolved to proceed to extremities, I shall likewise take leave to retire.”
“Your pardon, sir,” rejoined Nowell; �
��you will not withdraw till I think fit. Master Richard Assheton, forgetful alike of the respect due to age and constituted authority, has ventured to raise his hand against me, for which, if I chose, I could place him in immediate arrest. But I have no such intention. On the contrary, I am willing to overlook the insult, attributing it to the frenzy by which he is possessed. But both he and you, Master Nicholas, are mistaken if you suppose I will permit you to retire. As a magistrate in the exercise of my office, I call upon you both to aid me in the capture of the two notorious witches, Mothers Demdike and Chattox, and not to desist or depart from me till such capture be effected. You know the penalty of refusal.”
“Heavy fine or imprisonment, at the option of the magistrate,” remarked Potts.
“My cousin Nicholas will do as he pleases,” observed Richard; “but, for my part, I will not stir a step further.”
“Nor will I,” added Nicholas, “unless I have Master Nowell’s solemn pledge that he will take no proceedings against Alizon Device.”
“You can give no such assurance, sir,” whispered Potts, seeing that the magistrate wavered in his resolution.
“You must go, then,” said Nowell, “and take the consequences of your refusal to act with me. Your relationship to Mistress Nutter will not tell in your favour.”
“I understand the implied threat,” said Nicholas, “and laugh at it. Richard, lad, I am with you. Let him catch the witches himself, if he can. I will not budge an inch further with him.”
“Farewell, then, gentlemen,” replied Roger Nowell; “I am sorry to part company with you thus, but when next we meet—” and he paused.
“We meet as enemies, I presume” supplied Nicholas.
“We meet no longer as friends,” rejoined the magistrate, coldly.
With this he moved forward with the rest of the troop, while the two Asshetons, after a moment’s consultation, passed through a gate and made their way to the back of the mansion, where they found one or two men on the look-out, from whom they received intelligence, which induced them immediately to spring from their horses and hurry into the house.
Arrived at the principal entrance of the mansion, which was formed by large gates of open iron-work, admitting a view of the garden and front of the house, Roger Nowell again called a halt, and Master Potts, at his request, addressed the porter and two other serving-men who were standing in the garden, in this fashion —
“Pay attention to what I say to you, my men,” he cried in a loud and authoritative voice— “a warrant will this day be issued for the arrest of Alice Nutter of Rough Lee, in whose service you have hitherto dwelt, and who is charged with the dreadful crime of witchcraft, and with invoking, consulting, and covenanting with, entertaining, employing, feeding, and rewarding evil spirits, contrary to the laws of God and man, and in express violation of his Majesty’s statute. Now take notice, that if the said Alice Nutter shall at any time hereafter return to this her former abode, or take refuge within it, you are hereby bound to deliver her up forthwith to the nearest constable, to be by him brought before the worshipful Master Roger Nowell of Read, in this county, so that she may be examined by him on these charges. You hear what I have said?”
The men exchanged significant glances, but made no reply.
Potts was about to address them, but to his surprise he saw the central door of the house thrown open, and Mistress Nutter issue from it. She marched slowly and majestically down the broad gravel walk towards the gate. The attorney could scarcely believe his eyes, and he exclaimed to the magistrate with a chuckle —
“Who would have thought of this! We have her safe enough now. Ha! ha!”
But no corresponding smile played upon Nowell’s hard lips. His gaze was fixed inquiringly upon the lady.
Another surprise. From the same door issued Alizon Device, escorted by Nicholas and Richard Assheton, who walked on either side of her, and the three followed Mistress Nutter slowly down the broad walk. Such a display seemed to argue no want of confidence. Alizon did not look towards the group outside the gates, but seemed listening eagerly to what Richard was saying to her.
“So, Master Nowell,” cried Mistress Nutter, boldly, “since you find yourself defeated in the claims you have made against my property, you are seeking to revenge yourself, I understand, by bringing charges against me as false as they are calumnious. But I defy your malice, and can defend myself against your violence.”
“If I could be astonished at any thing in you, madam, I should be at your audacity,” rejoined Nowell, “but I am glad that you have presented yourself before me; for it was my fixed intention, on my return to Whalley, to cause your arrest, and your unexpected appearance here enables me to put my design into execution somewhat sooner than I anticipated.”
Mistress Nutter laughed scornfully.
“Sparshot,” vociferated Nowell, “enter those gates, and arrest the lady in the King’s name.”
The beadle looked irresolute. He did not like the task.
“The gates are fastened,” cried Mistress Nutter.
“Force them open, then,” roared Nowell, dismounting and shaking them furiously. “Bring me a heavy stone. By heaven I I will not be baulked of my prey.”
“My servants are armed,” cried Mistress Nutter, “and the first man who enters shall pay the penalty of has rashness with life. Bring me a petronel, Blackadder.”
The order was promptly obeyed by the ill-favoured attendant, who was stationed near the gate.
“I am in earnest,” said Mistress Nutter, aiming the petronel, “and seldom miss my mark.”
“Give attention to me, my men,” cried Roger Nowell. “I charge you in the King’s name to throw open the gate.”
“And I charge you in mine to keep it fast,” rejoined Mistress Nutter. “We shall see who will be obeyed.”
One of the grooms now advanced with a large stone taken from an adjoining wall, which he threw with great force against the gates, but though it shook them violently the fastenings continued firm. Blackadder and the two other serving-men, all of whom were armed with halberts, now advanced to the gates, and, thrusting the points of their weapons through the bars, drove back those who were near them.
A short consultation now took place between Nowell and Potts, after which the latter, taking care to keep out of the reach of the halberts, thus delivered himself in a loud voice: —
“Alice Nutter, in order to avoid the serious consequences which might ensue were the necessary measures taken to effect a forcible entrance into your habitation, the worshipful Master Nowell has thought fit to grant you an hour’s respite for reflection; at the expiration of which time he trusts that you, seeing the futility of resisting the law, will quietly yield yourself a prisoner. Otherwise, no further leniency will be shown you and those who may uphold you in your contumacy.”
Mistress Nutter laughed loudly and contemptuously.
“At the same time,” pursued Potts, on a suggestion from the magistrate, “Master Roger Nowell demands that Alizon Device, daughter of Elizabeth Device, whom he beholds in your company, and who is likewise suspected of witchcraft, be likewised delivered up to him.”
“Aught more?” inquired Mistress Nutter.
“Only this,” replied Potts, in a taunting tone, “the worshipful magistrate would offer a friendly counsel to Master Nicholas Assheton, and Master Richard Assheton, whom, to his infinite surprise, he perceives in a hostile position before him, that they in nowise interfere with his injunctions, but, on the contrary, lend their aid in furtherance of them, otherwise he may be compelled to adopt measures towards them, which must be a source of regret to him. I have furthermore to state, on the part of his worship, that strict watch will be kept at all the approaches of your house, and that no one, on any pretence whatever, during the appointed time of respite, will be suffered to enter it, or depart from it. In an hour his worship will return.”
“And in an hour he shall have my answer,” replied Mistress Nutter, turning away.
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CHAPTER IX. — HOW ROUGH LEE WAS DEFENDED BY NICHOLAS.
When skies are darkest, and storms are gathering thickest overhead, the star of love will oft shine out with greatest brilliancy; and so, while Mistress Nutter was hurling defiance against her foes at the gate, and laughing their menaces to scorn — while those very foes were threatening Alizon’s liberty and life — she had become wholly insensible to the peril environing her, and almost unconscious of any other presence save that of Richard, now her avowed lover; for, impelled by the irresistible violence of his feelings, the young man had chosen that moment, apparently so unpropitious, and so fraught with danger and alarm, for the declaration of his passion, and the offer of his life in her service. A few low-murmured words were all Alizon could utter in reply, but they were enough. They told Richard his passion was requited, and his devotion fully appreciated. Sweet were those moments to both — sweet, though sad. Like Alizon, her lover had become insensible to all around him. Engrossed by one thought and one object, he was lost to aught else, and was only at last aroused to what was passing by the squire, who, having good-naturedly removed to a little distance from the pair, now gave utterance to a low whistle, to let them know that Mistress Nutter was coming towards them. The lady, however, did not stop, but motioning them to follow, entered the house.
“You have heard what has passed,” she said. “In an hour Master Nowell threatens to return and arrest me and Alizon.”
“That shall never be,” cried Richard, with a passionate look at the young girl. “We will defend you with our lives.”
“Much may be done in an hour,” observed Nicholas to Mistress Nutter, “and my advice to you is to use the time allowed you in making good your retreat, so that, when the hawks come back, they may find the doves flown.”
“I have no intention of quitting my dovecot,” replied Mistress Nutter, with a bitter smile.
“Unless you are forcibly taken from it, I suppose,” said the squire; “a contingency not impossible if you await Roger Nowell’s return. This time, be assured, he will not go away empty-handed.”
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