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"There is no Pycroft Hall now," said one presently, and his voice almost sank to a whisper as he spoke.
"No Pycroft Hall? Why I saw it not long since myself, and a gloomy old place I thought it was," I said.
"The devil hath blown it to atoms," said the man fearfully.
"You are but laughing at me," I cried.
"Nay, wors.h.i.+pful master, but we be not. It hath only happened of late that this hath come to pa.s.s."
"Since what hath come to pa.s.s?"
"We were speaking of it at the moment when you entered the room, young master, and not knowing how you might relish such talk, we e'en held our tongues."
"What talk?"
"Why, about the devil blowing up Pycroft Hall."
"If you know aught I should be glad to hear it. I love much such stories as you speak of."
"You are not one that fears the devil, young master?"
"I trust in an easy conscience and a good sharp sword," I made answer.
"Nevertheless I love the gossip of the times, whether it concerns the devil or of those who have no dealings with him."
"Well, master, this is what hath taken place. It is said that three days ago some of the king's men came hither to visit it. But before they reached it, although they drew near to it, they heard a great noise, as though the world were coming to an end. Of this there can be no manner of doubt, for I myself heard it, although I was a mile away."
"When was this?" I asked.
"Last Friday that ever was," replied the man. "Friday is the devil's day, and he played his game last Friday. For years it's been haunted as all the country knows. Your honour may have heard of it."
Hereupon he told me a long story which I will not set down here, because I have already mentioned much of the things he said in what I have previously written.
"Well," I said, when he had finished the story, "the king's men went to see it, you say."
"People say it was the king's men, but we be not sure. But be that as it may, when they were on the way to the house, a place I would not go to myself, no not for ten pound in gold, they heard a noise like a clap of thunder, and they said they felt the ground shaking under their feet."
"Well, what then?" I said eagerly, for the man stopped.
"When they came up to it they could see nothing for smoke," said the man; "a smoke that smelt of brimstone, and then they were so frightened that they came back. Next day the parson went near to see it, and he said he believed that the spell of the devil was broken, although the house was wellnigh blown to pieces."
"When did the parson go up?"
"On Sat.u.r.day, but 'twas Friday evening when the king's men went up."
"You say you heard the noise yourself?"
"Ay I did, and I saw more than any of them."
"What did you see?"
"I saw the devil."
"Tell me about it?"
"I'm afraid," said the man. "I've never said so much to anybody before, even to my wife; but this drop o' drink that you've given me hath seemed to fire my courage."
"Tell me and you shall have some more. Nay, your jug is empty. I will order some more."
The landlord brought a stoup of strong waters and placed it on the table, and having left us, we all drew our chairs close to the farmer, so that we could the better hear what he had to say.
CHAPTER XXI
HOW I VISITED BEDFORD A SECOND TIME
"It may be nought," said the farmer; "perhaps you, young sir, seeing you have much learning and have read wise books, may say it was nought; nevertheless I believe it was what I say it was, although there is one thing I cannot understand."
"And what do you say it was?"
"I say it was the devil."
"And what is the thing you cannot understand?"
"He had a woman with him."
"Ay, but I can understand that," remarked one of the others, who had been listening intently. "Wherever the devil is at work you always find a woman. For that matter I doubt if the devil could get on at all but for woman."
"That's true, John Trounsen," remarked the third. "My wife is a good woman, let who will say otherwise; but for all that there's a woman in all devilry. The devil could not do his work without witches, and I doubt not he was obliged to have many witches with him at Pycroft. All that's been done there these last few years could not have been done without them."
"But what did he look like?" I asked eagerly, for as may be imagined other thoughts had come into my mind than those spoken by the simple farmers.
"Look like?" said the farmer who told the story. "Well that again seems strange. And yet I do not know. The parson says the devil can appear as an angel of light, so I do not see why he cannot appear as an old man."
"An old man?" I cried.
"Ay, an old man. This was how it happened, young master. I was pa.s.sing by the Pycroft woods on Friday evening, when I heard the noise like thunder. It fairly seemed to shake the very ground. I looked around me, but I could see nothing. Then I heard something like a cackle, and on gazing around me I saw him standing a little distance from me with a woman by his side. Mind you, nothing was to be seen afore the great noise, then all of a sudden he appeared."
"Ay, that must have been the devil," remarked the man called Trounsen.
"All of a sudden, all of a sudden, just like he always comes! What did the parson say on Sunday? 'He cometh like a thief in the night,'"
remarked the other.
"Did any smoke come out of his nostrils?" asked Trounsen.
"No, he was just a simple old man with a short neck and long whiskers.