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Chapter 24


Earl Risingham, although by far the most important person then in
Shoreby, was poorly lodged in the house of a private gentleman upon
the extreme outskirts of the town.  Nothing but the armed men at
the doors, and the mounted messengers that kept arriving and
departing, announced the temporary residence of a great lord.

Thus it was that, from lack of space, Dick and Lawless were clapped
into the same apartment.

"Well spoken, Master Richard," said the outlaw; "it was excellently
well spoken, and, for my part, I thank you cordially.  Here we are
in good hands; we shall be justly tried, and, some time this
evening, decently hanged on the same tree."

"Indeed, my poor friend, I do believe it," answered Dick.

"Yet have we a string to our bow," returned Lawless.  "Ellis
Duckworth is a man out of ten thousand; he holdeth you right near
his heart, both for your own and for your father's sake; and
knowing you guiltless of this fact, he will stir earth and heaven
to bear you clear."

"It may not be," said Dick.  "What can he do?  He hath but a
handful.  Alack, if it were but to-morrow - could I but keep a
certain tryst an hour before noon to-morrow - all were, I think,
otherwise.  But now there is no help."

"Well," concluded Lawless, "an ye will stand to it for my
innocence, I will stand to it for yours, and that stoutly.  It
shall naught avail us; but an I be to hang, it shall not be for
lack of swearing."

And then, while Dick gave himself over to his reflections, the old
rogue curled himself down into a corner, pulled his monkish hood
about his face, and composed himself to sleep.  Soon he was loudly
snoring, so utterly had his long life of hardship and adventure
blunted the sense of apprehension.

It was long after noon, and the day was already failing, before the
door was opened and Dick taken forth and led up-stairs to where, in
a warm cabinet, Earl Risingham sat musing over the fire.

On his captive's entrance he looked up.

"Sir," he said, "I knew your father, who was a man of honour, and
this inclineth me to be the more lenient; but I may not hide from
you that heavy charges lie against your character.  Ye do consort
with murderers and robbers; upon a clear probation ye have carried
war against the king's peace; ye are suspected to have piratically
seized upon a ship; ye are found skulking with a counterfeit
presentment in your enemy's house; a man is slain that very evening
- "

"An it like you, my lord," Dick interposed, "I will at once avow my
guilt, such as it is.  I slew this fellow Rutter; and to the proof"
- searching in his bosom - "here is a letter from his wallet."

Lord Risingham took the letter, and opened and read it twice.

"Ye have read this?" he inquired.

"I have read it," answered Dick.

"Are ye for York or Lancaster?" the earl demanded.

"My lord, it was but a little while back that I was asked that
question, and knew not how to answer it," said Dick; "but having
answered once, I will not vary.  My lord, I am for York."

The earl nodded approvingly.

"Honestly replied," he said.  "But wherefore, then, deliver me this

"Nay, but against traitors, my lord, are not all sides arrayed?"
cried Dick.

"I would they were, young gentleman," returned the earl; "and I do
at least approve your saying.  There is more youth than guile in
you, I do perceive; and were not Sir Daniel a mighty man upon our
side, I were half-tempted to espouse your quarrel.  For I have
inquired, and it appears ye have been hardly dealt with, and have
much excuse.  But look ye, sir, I am, before all else, a leader in
the queen's interest; and though by nature a just man, as I
believe, and leaning even to the excess of mercy, yet must I order
my goings for my party's interest, and, to keep Sir Daniel, I would
go far about."

"My lord," returned Dick, "ye will think me very bold to counsel
you; but do ye count upon Sir Daniel's faith?  Methought he had
changed sides intolerably often."

"Nay, it is the way of England.  What would ye have?" the earl
demanded.  "But ye are unjust to the knight of Tunstall; and as
faith goes, in this unfaithful generation, he hath of late been
honourably true to us of Lancaster.  Even in our last reverses he
stood firm."

"An it pleased you, then," said Dick, "to cast your eye upon this
letter, ye might somewhat change your thought of him;" and he
handed to the earl Sir Daniel's letter to Lord Wensleydale.

The effect upon the earl's countenance was instant; he lowered like
an angry lion, and his hand, with a sudden movement, clutched at
his dagger.

"Ye have read this also?" he asked.

"Even so," said Dick.  "It is your lordship's own estate he offers
to Lord Wensleydale?"

"It is my own estate, even as ye say!" returned the earl.  "I am
your bedesman for this letter.  It hath shown me a fox's hole.
Command me, Master Shelton; I will not be backward in gratitude,
and to begin with, York or Lancaster, true man or thief, I do now
set you at freedom.  Go, a Mary's name!  But judge it right that I
retain and hang your fellow, Lawless.  The crime hath been most
open, and it were fitting that some open punishment should follow."

"My lord, I make it my first suit to you to spare him also,"
pleaded Dick.

"It is an old, condemned rogue, thief, and vagabond, Master
Shelton," said the earl.  "He hath been gallows-ripe this score of
years.  And, whether for one thing or another, whether to-morrow or
the day after, where is the great choice?"

"Yet, my lord, it was through love to me that he came hither,"
answered Dick, "and I were churlish and thankless to desert him."

"Master Shelton, ye are troublesome," replied the earl, severely.
"It is an evil way to prosper in this world.  Howbeit, and to be
quit of your importunity, I will once more humour you.  Go, then,
together; but go warily, and get swiftly out of Shoreby town.  For
this Sir Daniel (whom may the saints confound!) thirsteth most
greedily to have your blood."

"My lord, I do now offer you in words my gratitude, trusting at
some brief date to pay you some of it in service," replied Dick, as
he turned from the apartment.

Robert Louis Stevenson