The Lady of Loyalty House Part 3

Halfman mastered exasperation bravely, as, taking a pike from the hands of Thoroughgood, he strove to illuminate rusticity.

"Use your pike thus, noddy," he lessoned, good-naturedly, wielding the weapon with the skill of a practised pikeman. But the ill.u.s.tration was as much lost upon Garlinge as the original command, and in his attempt to imitate it he whirled his arm so recklessly that his companions scattered in dismay, and Halfman himself was fain to move a step or two backward to avoid the yokel's meaningless sweeps.

"Have a care," he cried. "If you work so wild you will damage your company."

Mrs. Satch.e.l.l, taking her post in the now restored line, shook her red fist at the delinquent.

"He had best not damage me," she thundered, "or I'll damage him to some purpose."

"Silence in the ranks!" Halfman commanded, sharply. "Charge your pikes," he ordered.

This order was obeyed indifferently and tamely enough by all save the egregious Mrs. Satch.e.l.l, who delivered so l.u.s.ty a thrust with her weapon that Halfman was obliged to skip back briskly to avoid bringing his breast acquainted with her steel.

"Nay, woman, warily!" he shouted, half laughing, half angry. "Play your play more tamely. I am no rascally Roundhead."

Mrs. Satch.e.l.l grounded her weapon and wiped the sweat from her s.h.i.+ning forehead with the back of her red hand. There was a deadly earnest in her eyes, a deadly earnest in her speech.

"I cry you mercy," she panted. "But I am a whole-hearted woman, and when you bid me charge I am all for charging."

Halfman did his best to m.u.f.fle amus.e.m.e.nt in a reproving frown. "Limit your zeal discreetly," he urged, and was again the drill sergeant.

"Shoulder your pikes."

The weapons followed the words with some show of decorum.

"Comport your pikes."

Again the evolution was carried out with some degree of accuracy.

"Port your pikes."

Here all followed the word of command fairly well with the exception of Garlinge's fellow-rustic, who simply strove to repeat the order already executed. Halfman turned upon him sharply.

"Now, Clupp," he cried, "will you never learn the difference between port and comport?"

Clupp, the fellow addressed, bashful at finding himself the object of attention, swayed backward and forward with his pikestaff for a pivot, laughing vacantly.

"No, sir," he gaped, stupidly. Master Halfman's lip wrinkled menacingly, and he reached his hand to his staff that lay upon the table.

"Indeed!" he said. "Then I must ask Master Crabtree Cudgel to lesson you."

He advanced threateningly towards the terrified fellow, but long before he could reach him Dame Satch.e.l.l had interposed her generous bulk between officer and private, not, however, as was soon shown, from any desire to intercede for the culprit.

"Leave him to me, sir," she entreated, vehemently. "If you love me, leave him to me."

And, indeed, her angry eyes shone warranty that the offender would fare badly at her hands. Halfman waved her aside with a gesture of impatience.

"Mistress Satch.e.l.l," he protested, "you are a valiant woman, but a rampant amazon."

Dame Satch.e.l.l's cheeks glowed a deeper crimson, and her variable anger raged from Clupp to Halfman.

"Call me no names," she squalled, "though you do call yourself captain, or I'll call you the son of a--"

However Mistress Satch.e.l.l intended to finish her objurgation it was not given to the company to learn, for Halfman tripped up her speech with a nimble interruption.

"The son of a pike, so please you," he suggested, with a smile that softened the virago's heart. "There, we have toiled enough to-day and it tests our tempers. Dismiss."

This command he addressed to the whole of his amazing company; to Dame Satch.e.l.l he gave a congee with a more than Spanish flourish: "To your pots and pans, valorous."

Dame Satch.e.l.l, mollified by his compliment, shrugged her fat shoulders. "'Tis little enough I have to put in them," she grumbled.

"Roast or boiled, boiled, fried, or larded, all's one, all's none.

We'll be mumbling shoe-leather soon."

She sighed heavily at the thought, and moved slowly towards the door at the end of the hall beneath the gallery. Halfman, unheeding her, had turned to the table and was intently poring over the large map that lay there together with a loaded pistol. Thoroughgood gave orders to the men.

"Garlinge and Clupp, go scour the pikes. Tom Cropper, find something to keep you out of mischief. As for you, Gaffer Shard, you may rest awhile."

The old man shook his frosty head vigorously. "Nay, nay," he piped, "I need no rest. My old bones are loyal and cannot tire in a good cause. G.o.d save the King."

He gave a shrill cheer which was echoed loudly by men and boy, and so cheering they tramped out of the hall in the trail of Mother Satch.e.l.l, Garlinge staggering under the load of pikes which the lad had officiously foisted on to his shoulder, Clupp laughing vacantly after his manner, and steadfast old Shard waving his red cap and chirping his shrill huzzas.

VI

HOW WILL ALL END?

When they had all gone and the hall was quiet, Thoroughgood came slowly down with a puzzled frown on his honest, weather-beaten face to where Halfman humped over his map.

"Where's the good of drilling clowns and cooks?" he asked, surlily.

He talked like one thoroughly weary, but his mood of weariness seemed to melt before the suns.h.i.+ne of Halfman's smile as he lifted his head from the map.

"Where's the harm?" he countered. "'Twas my lady's idea to keep their spirits up, and, by G.o.d! it was a good thought. She knows how it heartens folk to play a great part in a great business: keeps them from feeling the fingers of famine in their inwards, keeps them from whining, repining, declining, what you will. But I own I did not count on the presence of Gammer Cook in the by-play."

"I could not see why she should be kept out of the mummery,"

Thoroughgood responded, "if she had a mind for the masking."

"Perhaps you are right," Halfman answered, meditatively. "My lady's example would make a Hippolyta of any housemaid of them all."

"I do not know what it would make of them," Thoroughgood answered; "but I know this, that it matters very little now."

Halfman swung round on his seat and stared at him curiously.

"Why?" he asked.

"Now that this truce is called," Thoroughgood answered, "that the Roundhead captain may have speech with my lady."