Book Two, Chapter Fourteen of The Lancashire Witches. The Lancashire Witches, A Romance of Pendle Forest, by William Harrison Ainsworth. Book Two, Pendle Forest. Trump to Fourteen. How Roughly was a Gay in Besieged. Farson Holder, and it will be remembered, left Roughly charged by Potts with a message to Sir Ralph Ascherton, informing him of his detention and that of Roger Knowle by Mr. Snutter, and imploring him to come to their assistance without delay. Clinging himself on his escape, but apprehensive of pursuit, the worthy rector, who, as a keen huntsman, was extremely well-mounted, made the best of his way, and had already passed the gloomy gorge through which Pendle water swept, had climbed the hill beyond it, and was crossing the moor, now alone lying between him and Goldshore, when he heard a shout behind him, and turning at the sound beheld Blackadder and another mounted serving man, issuing from a thicket, and spurring furiously after him. Relying upon the speed of his horse, he disregarded their cries, and accelerated his pace, but in spite of this, his pursuers gained upon him rapidly. While debating question of resistance or surrender, the rector described best Whittaker coming towards him from the opposite direction, a circumstance that greatly rejoiced him, or aware of her strength and courage, he felt sure he could place as much dependence upon her in this emergency as on any man in the county. Best was riding a stout, rough-looking nag, apparently well able to sustain her weight, and carried the redoubtable horse-whip with her. On the other hand Holden had been recognised by Best, who came up just as he was overtaken and seized by his assailants, one of whom caught hold of his cassock and tore it from his back, while the other, seizing hold of his bridle, endeavoured in spite of his efforts to the contrary, to turn his horse round. Many oaths, threats and blows were exchanged during the scuffle, which no doubt would have terminated in the rector's defeat, and his compulsory return to roughly had it not been for the opportune arrival of Best, who, swearing as lustily as the serving men and brandishing the horse-whip, dashed into the scene of action, and with a few well-applied cuts, liberated the divine. Enraged at her interference, and smarting from the application of the whip, Blackadder drew a patronel from his girdle, and levelled it at her head, but ere he could discharge it, the weapon was stricken from his grasp, and a second blow, on the head, from the butt-end of the whip, felled him from his horse. Seeing the fate of his companion, the other serving man fled, leaving Best mistress of the field. The rector thanked her heartily for the service she had rendered him, and complimented her on her prowess. And, though un-mitched, the first on a leather-end dame-to, so her face wrapped scallions, said Best, with becoming modesty. Simon Blackadder and I had many a tussle together before this, for he's a food-tempered fellow, and can a drink about fighting, be all as fans me mourner his match. The service, your reverence, what were their ill-favourite gullions riding after you for? Phyreps duck him if they'd denomined the robber, surely?  They wished to prevent me from going to Whaley, with Ryan bound, to procure help from Sir Ralph Asherton, to liberate Master Roger Null and his attorney, who are forcibly detained by Mistress Nutter.   I heard some at chap's house, say, how, sir, Thomas is going to take possession of Mistress Robinson's arse.  At all events, I will ask him, said Holden. Oh, he and his followers lodged at your house, Bace. Yeah! replied the hostess. Some on a mar, some on an ar, some on an ar in the barn, and some in the stables. The place is out together over on weam. I was so moored at and worried at with their going and bawling for air and drink that I swore they should now have another drop with my consent, and to bear as good as my word I clapped key at cellar in my pocket, and leave in our margit to answer them I set out as you see, intended to go as far as a mill and comfort bore deevely rotted ballvin' in the trouble. Yeah! Most praiseworthy resolution, Bace, said the rector. But what is to be done with this fellow? He added, pointing to Blackadder, who, though badly hurt, was trying to creep towards the Petronelle, which was lying at a little distance from him on the ground. Perceiving his intention, Bace quickly dismounted, and possessing herself of the weapon, stepped aside, and slipping off one of the bands that confined the hose on her well-shaped leg, grasped the wounded man by the shoulders, and with great expedition tied his hands behind his back.  This done she gave the bridle to the rector, and handing him the Petronelle at the same time told him to take care of his prisoner, for she must pursue her journey, and with this, in spite of his renewed entreaties that she would go back with him, she sprang on her horse and rode off. On arriving at Goldshore with his prisoner, the rector had once proceeded to the hostel, in front of which he found several of the villagers assembled, attracted by the numerous company within doors whose shouts and laughter could be heard at a considerable distance. Holden's appearance with Blackadder occasioned considerable surprise, and all eagerly gathered round him to learn what had occurred. But without satisfying their curiosity, beyond telling them that he had been attacked by the prisoner, he left him in their custody, and entered the house, where he found all the benches in the principal room occupied by a crew of half-drunken roisterers with flagons of ale before them, for after Bess's departure with the key they had broken into the cellar, and broaching a cask helped themselves to its contents. Various weapons were scattered about the tables, or reared against the walls, and the whole scene looked like a carouse by a band of marauders. Full respect was shown the rector, and he was saluted by many arrival jests as he pushed his way towards the inner room. Sir Thomas was drinking with a couple of desperados, whose long rapiers and tarnished military equipments seemed to announce that they had, at some time or other, belonged to the army. Though their ruffianly looks and braggadocio air and discourse strongly seasoned with oaths and slang made it evident that they were now little better than Alsatian bullies, they had in fact been hired by Sir Thomas for the expedition on which he was bent, as he could find no one in the country upon whom he could so well count as on them. Eyeing the rector fiercely as he intruded into their privacy, they glanced at their leader, to ask whether they should turn him out, but receiving no encouragement for such rudeness, they contented themselves with scowling at him from beneath their bent brows, twisting up their shaggy moustaches and trifling with the hilts of their rapiers. Holden opened his business at once, and as soon as Sir Thomas heard it he sprang upon his feet and swearing a great oath, declared he would storm roughly and burn it to the ground if Mr. Snutter did not set the two captives free. "'As to the audacious witch herself, I will carry her off in the spite of the devil her master,' he cried. "'I'll say you, Captain Gauntlet, the new two Captain Storks, is on this expedition to your place?' The two worthies appealed to, responded joyously that it was so, and it was then agreed that Blackadder should be brought in and interrogated, as some important information might be obtained from him. Upon this Captain Gauntlet left the room to fetch him, and presently afterwards returned, dragging in the prisoner who looked dogged and angry, by the shoulders.  Thus much promised I shall proceed with my examination. Master Roger Knowle and Master Thomas Potts, you are aware, are unlawfully detained prisoners by Mr. Snutter, so I have been called upon by the Reverend Gentleman here to undertake their liberation, that before doing so, I desire to know from you what defensive and offensive preparations your mistress has made, and whether you judge it likely she will attempt to hold out her house against us.' "'Nost assuredly she will,' replied Blackadder, "'and against twice your force, roughly as her strong as a castle, and as those within it are well armed, vigilant and of good courage, there is little fear of its capture. If your worship should propose terms to my mistress for the release of her business, she may possibly send to them.  But thou art overconfident, Nave. Unless thy mistress have a legion of devils at her back, and they hold us in check, we will force a way into her dwelling. Fire and fury dost presume to laugh at me, fellow. Take him hence, and let him be soundly cudgled for his insolence, gauntlet.' "'I hadn't made your worship,' cried Blackadder. "'I only smiled at the strange notions you entertain of our mistress.' "'Why, does it mean to deny that she is a witch?' demanded Metcalf. "'Nee, if your worship will have it so, it's not for me to contradict her,' replied Blackadder. "'But I ask thee, is she not a servant of Satan? Does thou not know it? Canst thou not prove it?' cried the knight. "'Shall we put him to the torture to make him confess?' "'Aye, tie his thumbs together. Till the blood burst forth, Sir Thomas.' said Gauntlet. "'Or hang him up the unbeam by the heels,' suggested Captain Storks. "'On no account,' interposed Holden, I did not bring him hither to be dealt with in this way, and I will not permit it. If torture is to be admitted, it must be by the hands of justice, into which I require him to be delivered, and then if he can't testify ought against his mistress he will be made to do it. "'Thou shalt never bring a word from me, whether wrongfully or rightfully applied,' said Blackadder doggedly. "'Though I can tell you much, ye factures. Now, go into me, Sir Thomas. You will never take roughly, still lest its mistress without my help.' "'What are thy terms, Nave?' exclaimed the knight, pondering upon the offer. "'And take he thou trifles not with me, as I will have the flog within an inch of thy life, in spite of pass and or justice. What are thy terms, I repeat?' "'They are for your worships here alone,' replied Blackadder. "'Beware what you do, Sir Thomas,' interposed Holden. "'I hold it my duty to tell you you are compromising justice in listening to the base proposals of this man, who while offering to betray his mistress will assuredly deceive you. You will equally deceive him in feigning to agree to terms which you cannot fulfil.' "'Cannot fulfil?' ejaculated the knight, highly offended. "'I will have you know, Sir, that Sir Thomas Metgaff's word is his bond, and of whatever he promises he will fulfil, in spite of the devil. "'Body, amoeba, for the respect I owe your cloth, I would give you a very different answer, Reverend Sir. But since you have chosen to thrust yourself unasked into the affair, I will take leave to say that I will hear this nave's proposals, and judge for myself the expedience of exceeding to them. I must pray you therefore to withdraw. Nay, if you will not go hence peaceably, you shall perforce. Take him away, gentlemen.' Thus enjoined, the Alsatian captains took each an arm of the rector, and forced him out of the room, leaving Sir Thomas alone with the prisoner. Greatly incensed at the treatment he had experienced, Holden instantly quitted the house, hastened to the rectory which had joined the church, and having given some messages to his household, rode off to Whaley, with the intention of acquainting Sir Ralph Asherton with all that had occurred. Sir Thomas Metgaff remained closeted with the prisoner for a few minutes, and then, coming forth, issued orders that all should get ready to start for roughly without delay, whereupon each man emptied his flagon, pocketed the dice he had been cogging, pushed aside the shuffle-ball, left the loggits on the clay floor of the barn, and grasping his weapon, howlbut or calibre, as it might be, prepared to attend his leader. Sir Thomas did not relate, even to the Alsatian captains, what had passed between him and Blackadder, but it did not appear that he placed entire confidence in the latter, for though he caused his hands to be unbound, and allowed him, in consideration of his wounded state to ride, he secretly directed gauntlet and stalks to keep near him, and shoot him through the head if he attempted to escape. Both these personages were provided with horses as well as their leader, but all the rest of the party were on foot. Metgaff made some inquiries after the rector, but finding he was gone he did not concern himself further about him, before starting the night who, with all his recklessness, had a certain sense of honesty, called the girl who had been left in charge of the hostel by Bess, and gave her a sum, amply sufficient to cover all the excesses of his men, adding a handsome gratuity to herself. The first part of the journey was accomplished without mischance, and the party badfair to arrive at the end of it in safety, but as they entered the gorge and the extremity of which roughly was situated, a terrific storm burst upon them, compelling them to seek shelter in the mill, from which they were luckily not far distant at the time. The house was completely deserted, but they were well able to shift for themselves, and not overscrupulous in the manner of doing so, and as the remains of the funeral feast were not removed from the table, some of the company sat down to them, while others found their way to the cellar. The storm was of long continuance, much longer than was agreeable to Sir Thomas, and he paced the room to and fro impatiently, ever and on walking to the window or door, to see whether it had in any degree abated, and was constantly doomed to disappointment. Instead of diminishing, it increased in violence, and it was now impossible to quit the house in safety. The lightning blazed, the thunder rattled along the overhanging rocks, and the swollen stream of pendle-water roared at their feet. Blackadder was left under the care of the two Alsatians, but while they had shielded their eyes from the glare of the lightning, he threw open the window, and springing through it made good his retreat. In such a storm it was in vain to follow him, even if they had dared to attempt it. In vain Sir Thomas metcalfe, fumed and fretted. In vain he heaped curses upon the bullies for their negligence. In vain he hurled menaces after the fugitive. The former paid little heed to his imprecations, and the latter was beyond his reach. The notion began to gain ground among the rest of the troop that the storm was the work of witchcraft, an occasioned general consternation. Even the night's anger yielded to superstitious fear, and as a terrific explosion shook the rafters overhead and threatened to bring them down upon him, he fell on his knees, and his aid with unaccustomed lips to murmur a prayer. But he was interrupted, for amid the deep silence succeeding the awful crash a mocking laugh was heard, and the villainous countenance of Blackadder rendered doubly hideous by the white lightning was seen at the casement. The sight restored Sir Thomas at once. Drawing his sword he flew to the window, but before he could reach it Blackadder was gone. The next flash showed what had befallen him. In stepping backwards he had tumbled into the mill-race, and the current increased in depth and force by the deluging rain instantly swept him away. Half an hour after this the violence of the storm had perceptibly diminished, and Sir Thomas and his companions began to hope that their speedy release was at hand. Laterally the night had abandoned all idea of attacking roughly, but with the prospect of fair weather his courage returned, and he once more resolved to attempt it. He was moving about among his followers, striving to dispel their fears and persuade them that the tempest was only the result of natural causes, when the door was suddenly thrown open, giving entrance to Bess Whittaker, who bore the miller in her arms. She stared on seeing the party assembled, and knit her brows, but said nothing till she had deposited Baldwin in a seat, when she observed to Sir Thomas that he seemed to have little scruple in taking possession of a house in its owner's absence. The night excused himself for the intrusion by saying that he had been compelled by the storm to take refuge there with his followers. A plea readily admitted by Baldwin, who was now able to speak for himself, and the miller next explained that he had been to roughly, and after many perilous adventures, into the particulars of which he did not enter, had been brought away by Bess, who had carried him home. That home he now felt would be a lonely and insecure one, unless she would consent to occupy it with him, and Bess, on being thus appealed to, affirmed that the only motive that would induce her to consent to such an arrangement, would be her desire to protect him from his mischievous neighbours. While they were thus discoursing, old Mitten, who it appeared had followed them, arrived, well now exhausted, and Baldwin went in search of some refreshment for him. By this time the storm was sufficiently cleared off to allow the others to take their departure, and though the miller and Bess would feign have dissuaded the night from the enterprise, he was not to be turned aside, but, bidding his men attend him, set forth. The rain had ceased, but it was still very dark. Over of the gloom, however, they thought they could approach the house unobserved, and obtain an entrance before Mistress Nutter could be aware of their arrival. In this expectation they pursued their way in silence, and soon stood before the gates. These were fastened, but as no one appeared to be on the watch, Sir Thomas, in a low tone, ordered some of his men to scale the walls, with the intention of following himself, but scarcely had a head risen above the level of the brickwork, than the flash of an aquibus was seen, and the man jumped backwards, luckily just in time to avoid the bullet that whistled over him. An alarm was then instantly given. Voices were heard in the garden, mingled with the furious barking of hounds. A bell was rung from the upper part of the house, and lights appeared at the windows. Meanwhile, some of the men, less alarmed than their comrades, contrived to scramble over the wall, and were soon engaged hand-to-hand with those on the opposite side. But not alone had they to contend with adversaries like themselves, that stag hounds, which had done so much execution during the first stack on the house by Roger Knowle, raged amongst them, like so many lions, rending their limbs and seizing their throats. To free themselves from these formidable antagonists was their first business, and by dint of thrust from pike, from sword, and ball from caliber, they succeeded in slaughtering two of them, and driving the others, badly wounded and savagely howling away. In doing this, however, they themselves had sustained considerable injury. Three of their number were lying on the ground, in no condition from their broken heads or shattered limbs, for renewing the combat. Thus, so far as the siege had gone, success seemed to declare itself rather for the defendants than the assailants, when a new impulse was given to the latter by the bursting open of the gates and the sudden influence of Sir Thomas Metcalfe and the rest of his troop. The night was closely followed by the Alsatian captains, who with tremendous oaths in their mouths and slashing blades in their hands declared they would make mince-meat of any one opposing their progress. Sir Thomas was equally truculent in expression and ferocious in tone, and as the whole party laid about them right and left, they speedily routed the defenders of the garden and drove them towards the house. Flushed by their success, the besiegers shouted loudly, and Sir Thomas roared out that, air many minutes, knoll and pots should be set free, and Alice Nutter captured. But before he could reach the main door, Nicholas Ascherton, well armed and attended by some dozen men, presented himself at it. These were instantly joined by the retreating party, and the whole offered a formidable array of opponents, quite sufficient to check the progress of the besiegers. Two or three of the men near Nicholas carried torches, and their light revealed the numbers on both sides. "'But, is it you, Sir Thomas Metcalfe?' cried the squire.  Do you break into amputations like a robber, rifle them and murder their inmates? Explain yourself, sir, or I will treat you as I would a common blunderer. Shoot you through the head, or I'll hang you in the first tree if I take you.' "'Round your fury,' rejoined Metcalfe. "'Do you dare to liken me to a common robber and murderer? Take care you do not experience the same fate as that with which you threaten me, with this difference only, that the Angman, the common Angman of Lancaster shall serve your turn. I come hither to arrest a notorious witch, and to release two gentlemen who are unlawfully detained prisoner by her. And if you do not instantly deliver her up to me, and produce the two individuals in question, Master Roger Noel and Master Potts, I will force my way into the house, and all injury done to those who oppose me will rest on your head. The two gentlemen you have named are perfectly safe and contented in their quarters,' replied Nicholas. And as to the foul and false aspersions you have thrown out against Mr. Snutter, I cast them back in your teeth. Your purpose in coming hither is to redress some private wrong. How is it you have such a rout with you? How is it I behold to notorious bravos by your side, men who have stood in the pillory and undergone other ignominious punishments for their offenses? You cannot answer, and their oaths and threats go over nothing. I now tell you, Sir Thomas, if you do not instantly withdraw your men and quit these premises, graveest consequences will ensue to you and them. I will hear no more,' cried Sir Thomas, infuriated to the last degree. Follow me into the house and spare none who oppose you. Not in yet,' cried Nicholas. And as he spoke a row of pikes bristled around him, holding the night at bay, while a hook was fixed in the doublet of each of the Alsatian captains, and they were plucked forward and dragged into the house. This done Nicholas and his men quickly retreated, and the door was closed and barred upon the enraged and discomforted night. CHAPTER XIV THE FANTOM MONK Many hours had passed by, and night had come on. A night profoundly dark. Richard was still lying where he had fallen at the foot of Malkin Tower. For though he had regained his sensibility, he was so bruised and shaken as to be wholly unable to move. His limbs, stiffened and powerless, refused their office, and after each unsuccessful effort he sank back with a groan. His sole hope was that Mistress Nutter, alarmed by his prolonged absence, might come to her daughter's assistance, and so discover his full-awned situation. But as time flew by, and nothing occurred, he gave himself up for lost. On a sudden the gloom was dispersed, and a silvery light shared over the scene. The moon had broken through a rack of clouds and illumined the tall mysterious tower and the dreary waste around it. With the light a ghostly figure near him became visible to Richard, which under other circumstances would have excited terror in his rest, but which now only filled him with wonder. It was that of a Cistercian monk. His vestments were old and faded, the visage white and corpse-like. Richard at once recognized the phantom he had seen in the banquet hall at the Abbey, and had afterwards so rashly followed to the conventional church. It touched him with its icy fingers, and a chillness like death shot through his heart. "'Why dost thou trouble me thus, unhappy spirit?' said the young man.  "'And my intention is not to trouble thee, but to serve thee. Without my aid thou wouldst perish where thou liest. But I will raise thee up and set thee on thy way.' "'Will thou help me to liberate Alison?' demanded Richard. "'Do not concern thyself further about her,' replied the phantom. She must pass through an ordeal with which nothing human may interfere. If she escape it you will meet again. If not, it will be better that thou shouldst be in thy grave and see her. Take this file. Drink thou the liquid it contains, and thy strength will return to thee.' "'How do I know thou art not sent hither by mother Demdike to tempt me?' demanded Richard doubtfully. I have already fallen into her snares,' he added, with a groan. "'I am mother Demdike's enemy and the appointed instrument of her punishment,' replied the monk, in a tone that did not admit of question. Drink and fear nothing!' Richard obeyed, and the next moment sprang to his feet. "'Thou hast indeed restored me,' he cried. I would feign reach the secret entrance to the tower.' "'Attempted not. I charge thee,' cried the phantom. But depart instantly for Pendle Hill.' "'Wherefore should I go dither?' demanded Richard. "'Thou wilt learn anon,' returned the monk. "'I cannot tell thee more now. Dismount at the foot of the hill and proceed to the beacon. Thou knowest it?' "'I do,' replied Richard. There a fire was lighted which was meant to set all England in a blaze. "'And which led many good men to destruction,' said the monk, in a tone of indescribable sadness. "'Alas for him who kindled it. The offence is not yet worked out. But depart without more delay, and look not back.' As Richard hastened towards the spot where he had left Merlin, he fancied he was followed by the phantom, but obedient to the instruction he received, he did not turn his head. As he mounted the horse, who nade cheerily, as he drew near, he found he was right in supposing the monk to be behind him, for he heard his voice calling out, "'Linganoth, by the way, to the beacon, to the beacon!' Thus exhorted the young man dashed off, and to his great surprise found Merlin as fresh as if he had undergone no fatigue during the day. It would almost seem from his spirit that he had partaken of the same wondrous elixir which had revived his master. Down the hill he plunged, regardless of the steep descent, and soon entered the thicket where the storm had fallen upon them and where so many acts of witchcraft were performed. Now neither accident nor obstacle occurred to check the headlong pace of the animal, though the stones rattled after him as he struck them with his flying hoof. The moonlight quivered on the branches of the trees and on the tender spray, and all looked as tranquil and beautiful as it had so lately been gloomy and disturbed. The wood was past, and the last and steepest descent cleared. The little bridge was at hand, and beneath was pendulum water, rushing over its rocky bed, and glittering like silver in the moon's rays. But here Richard had well nigh received a check. A party of armed men, it proved, occupied the road leading to Rough Lee, about a bow-shop from the bridge, and as soon as they perceived he was taking the opposite course, with the apparent intention of avoiding them, they shouted to him to stay. This shout made Richard aware of their presence, for he had not before observed them, as they were concealed by the intervention of some small trees. But though surprised at the circumstance, and not without apprehension that they might be there with a hostile design to Mistress Nutter, he did not slacken his pace. A horseman, who appeared to be their leader, rode after him for a short distance, but finding pursuit futile he desisted, pouring forth a volley of oaths and threats in a voice that proclaimed him as Sir Thomas Metcalf. This discovery confirmed Richard in his supposition that mischief was intended Mistress Nutter, but even this conviction, strengthened by his antipathy to Metcalf, was not sufficiently strong to induce him to snarp. Promising himself to return on the morrow, and settle accounts with the insolent knight, he speeded on, and passing the mill, tracked the rocky gorge above it, and began to mount another hill. Despite the assent, Merlin never slackened his pace, but though his master would have restrained him, held on as before. But the brow of the hill attained, Richard compelled him to a brief halt. By this time the sky was comparatively clear, but small clouds were sailing across the heavens, and at one moment the moon would be obscured by them, and the next burst forth with sudden effulgence. These alternations produced corresponding effects on the board, brown, heathy plane extending below, and fantastic shadows were cast upon it, which it needed not Richard's heated imagination to liken to evil beings flying past. The wind, too, lay in the direction of the north end of Pendle Hill, where the Richard was about to shape his course, and the shadows consequently trooped off towards that quarter. The vast mass of Pendle rose in gloomy majesty before him, being thrown into shade, except at its crown, where a flood of radiance rested. Like an eagle swooping upon his prey, Richard descended into the valley, and like a stag pursued by the huntsman, he speeded across it. Neither Dyke, Morass, nor Stonewall checked him or made him turn aside, and almost as fast as the clouds hurrying above him, and their shadows travelling at his feet, did he reach the base of Pendle Hill. Making up to a shed, which, though empty, luckily contained a whisper to of hay, he turned Merlin into it, and commenced the ascent of the hill on foot. After attaining a considerable elevation, he looked down from the giddy heights upon the valley he had just traversed. A few huts, forming the little village of Barley, lay sleeping in the moonlight beneath him, while further off could be just discerned gold shore with its unembowered church. A line of thin vapour marked the course of Pendle Water, and thicker mists hovered over the mosses. The shadows were still passing over the plain. Pressing on, Richard soon came among the rocks protruding from the higher part of the hill, and as the path was here not more than a foot wide, rarely taken except by the sheep and their guardians, it was necessary to proceed with the utmost caution, as a single false step would have been fatal. After some toil, and not without considerable risk, he reached the summit of the hill. As he bounded over the springy turf, and inhaled the pure air of that exalted region, his spirits revived, and new elasticity was communicated to his limbs. He shaped his course near the edge of the hill, so that the extensive view it commanded was fully displayed, but his eye rested on the mountainous range on the opposite side of the valley, where Malkin Tower was situated. Even in broad day the accursed structure would have been invisible, as it stood on the further side of the hill, overlooking Barrowford and Colne. But Richard knew its position well, and while his gaze was fixed upon the point, he saw a star shoot down from the heavens, and apparently a light near the spot. The circumstance alarmed him, for he could not help thinking it ominous of ill to Allison. Nothing, however, followed to increase his misgivings. And ere long he came in sight of the beacon. The ground had been gradually rising, and if he had proceeded a few hundred yards further, a vast panorama would have opened on him, comprising a large part of Lancashire on the one hand, and on the other an equally extensive portion of Yorkshire. Forests and fell, black moor and bright stream, old castle and stately hall, would have then been laid before him as in a map. But other thoughts engrossed him, and he went straight on. As far as he could discern he was alone on the hilltop, and the silence and solitude, coupled with the ill report of the place, which at this hour was said to be often visited by foul hags for the performance of their unhallowed rites, awakened superstitious fears in his breast. He was soon by the side of the beacon. The stones were still standing as they had been reared by Paslew, and on looking at them he was astonished to find the hollow within them filled with dry furs, brushwood and faggots, as if in readiness for another signal. In passing round the circle his surprise was still further increased by discovering a torch, and not far from it, in one of the interstices of the stones, a dark lantern, in which on removing the shade he found a candle burning. It was now clear that the beacon was to be kindled that night, though for what end he could not conjecture, and equally clear that he was brought there to fire it. He put back the lantern into its place, took out the torch, and held himself in readiness. Half an hour elapsed, and nothing occurred. During this interval it had become dark. A curtain of clouds was drawn over the moon and stars. Suddenly a hurtling noise was heard in the air, and it seemed to the watcher as if a troop of witches were alighting at a distance from him. A loud hubbub of voices ensued. Then there was a trampling of feet, accompanied by discordant strains of music, after which a momentary silence ensued, and a harsh voice asked, Why, we brought Hila? It is not for a Sabbath! shouted another voice, For there is neither fire nor cauldron. Mother Demdike would not summon us without good reason. Cried a third. We shall learn presently what we have to do. The more mischief the better. Rejoined another voice. I, mischief, mischief, echoed the rest of the crew. You shall have enough of it to conjecture. Rejoined Mother Demdike, I have called you Hila to be present at a sacrifice. Hidden screams of laughter followed this announcement, and the voice that had spoken first asked, A sacrifice of whom? An unbaptised babe, stolen from its sleeping mother's breast. Rejoined another. Mother Demdike has often played that trick before. Peace! Thundered the hag. It is now, babe, that I am about to kill, but a full-grown maid, and one of realest beauty, too. What think ye of Alice and device? Thy granddaughter! cried several voices in surprise. Alice Nutter's daughter, for such she is. Rejoined the hag. I have held her captive in valken-tower and have subjected her to every trial and temptation I could devise, but I have failed in shaking her courage or in winning her over to our master. All the horrors of the vault have been tried upon her in vain. Even the last terrible ordeal, which no one has hitherto sustained the proved individual, she went through it unmoved. Heaven be praised, murmured Richard. It seems I have no power over herself. Pursued the hag, that I have over her body, and she shall die here, and by my hand, but mind me, not a drop of blood must fall to the ground. Have no fear! cried several voices. We will catch it in our palms and quaff it. Hast thou thy knife, mother Merald Heels? Asked mother Dendike. I replied the other, It is long and sharp, and will do thy business well. Thy grandson Gemdevice notched it by killing swine, and my good man ground it only yesterday. Take it! Hey, we'll plunge it to her heart! cried mother Dendike, with an infernal laugh. And now I will tell you why we have neither fire nor cauldron, unquestioningly even image in the vault as to the place where the sacrifice should be made. I received the answer that it must be here and in darkness. No human eye but our own must behold it. We are safe on this score, for no one is likely to come hither at this hour. No fire must be kindled, or the sacrifice will result in destruction at all. You have a word and understood. Oh, we do! replied several husky voices. And so do I, said Richard, taking hold of the dark lantern. And now for the girl! cried mother Dendike. End of Chapter 15 Book 2, Chapter 16 of The Lancashire Witches This LibriBox recording is in the public domain. Reading by Andy Minter. The Lancashire Witches A Romance of Pendle Forest by William Harrison Ainsworth Book 2, Pendle Forest Chapter 16, One O'Clock Mistress Nutter and Mother Chatex were still at the hut, impatiently awaiting the return of Fancy, but nearly an hour elapsed before he appeared. What a detain day so long! demanded the hag sharply as he stood before them. You shall hear, Mistress. replied Fancy. I have had a busy time of it, I assure you, and thought I had never accomplished my errand. On arriving at Roughly I found a place invested by Sir Thomas Metcalf and a host of armed men who had been sent there by Parson Holden for the joint purpose of arresting you, madam, addressing Mistress Nutter, and liberating Noel and Potts. The night was in a great fume, for in spite of the force broad against it the house had been stoutly defended by Nicholas Hascherton, who had worsted the besieging party and captured two Alsatian captains, hangers on of Sir Thomas. Appearing in the character of an enemy, I was immediately surrounded by Metcalf and his men, whose war they would cut my throat unless I undertook to procure the liberation of the two bravos in question, as well as that of Noel and Potts. I told them I was come for the express purpose of setting free the two last-named gentlemen, but with respect to the former I had no instructions and they must arrange the matter with Master Nicholas himself. Upon this Sir Thomas became exceeding Roth, an insolent, and proceeded to such lengths that I resolved to chastise him, and in so doing performed a feat which will tend greatly to exalt Richard's character for courage and strength. Let us air it, my doubty champion, cried Mother Chatex. While Metcalf was pouring forth his rage and menacing me with uplifted hand, pursued the familiar, I seized him by the throat, dragged him from his horse, and in spite of the efforts of his men, whose blows fell upon me thick as hail and quite as harmlessly, I bore him through the garden to the back of the house, where my shouts soon brought Nicholas and the others to my assistance, and after delivering my captive to them, I dismounted. The squire, you will imagine, was astonished to see me, and greatly applauded my prowess. I replied, with the modest becoming my assumed character, that I had done nothing, and in reality the feat was nothing to me, but I told him I had something of the utmost importance to communicate, and which could not be delayed a moment. Whereupon he led me to a small room adjoining the hall, while a crestfallen knight was left to vent his rage and mortification on the grooms to whose custody he was committed. You acted your part to perfection, said Mr. Snutter. Ah, trust my sweet fancy for that, said the hag. There is no familiar like him, none whatever. Your praise is make me blush. Rejoin fancy, but to proceed. I fulfilled your instructions to the letter, and excited Nicholas's horror and indignation by the tale I told him. I laughed in my sleeve all the while, but I maintained a very different countenance with him. He thought me full of anguish and despair. He questioned me as to my proceedings at Malkin Tower, and I amazed him with the description of a fearful storm I had encountered of my interview with old Demdike and her atorotious treatment of Alison, to all of which he listened with profound interest. Richard himself could not have moved him more, perhaps not so much. As soon as I had finished he vowed he would rescue Alison from the murderous hag and prevent the latter from committing further mischief, and bidding me come with him we repaired to the room in which Noel and Potts were confined. We found them both fast asleep in their chairs, but Nicholas quickly awakened them, and some explanations ensued which did not at first appear very clear and satisfactory to either magistrate or attorney, but in the end they agreed to accompany us on the expedition. Master Potts, declaring it would compensate him for all his mischances if he could arrest Mother Demdike, I hope he may have his wish, said Mother Chattox. Ah, but he declared that his next step would be to arrest you, mistress! Observed fancy with a laugh. Ah, arrest me! cried the hag. Maui, let it dutch me if it dares. My term's not out yet, and with thee to defend me, my brave fancy, I've no fear. Right, replied the familiar. But to go on with my story. Sir Thomas Mikov was next brought forward, and after some warm altercation peace was at length established between him and the squire, and hands shaken all round. Wine was then called for by Nicholas, who at the same time directed that the two Alsatian captains should be brought up from the cellar where they had been placed for safety. The first part of the order was obeyed, but the second was found impracticable, inasmuch as the two heroes had found their way to the inner cellar and had emptied so many flasks that they were utterly incapable of moving. While the wine was being discussed, an unexpected arrival took place. An arrival of whom? inquired Mr. Snutter eagerly. Sir Ralph Asherton and a large party, replied fancy. Boz and Holden, it seems, not content with sending Sir Thomas and his route to the aid of his friends, had proceeded for the same purpose to Whaley, and the result was the appearance of this new party. A brief explanation from Nicholas and myself served to put Sir Ralph in possession of all that had occurred, and he declared his readiness to accompany the expedition to Pendle Hill and to take all his followers with him. Sir Thomas Metcalf expressed an equally strong desire to go with him, and, of course, it was exceeded too. I am bound to tell you, madam, added fancy to Mr. Snutter that your conduct is viewed in the most suspicious light by every one of these persons except Nicholas, who made an effort to defend you. I care not what happens to me if I succeed in rescuing my child, said the lady, but have they set out on the expedition? By this time, no doubt they have, replied fancy. I got off by saying I would ride on to Pendle Hill and stationing myself on the summit, give them a signal when they should advance upon their prey. And now, good mistress, I pray you dismiss me. I want to cast off this shape, which I find an encumbrance and resume my own. I will return when it is time for you to set out. The hag waved her hand, and the familiar was gone. Half an hour elapsed, and he returned not. Mr. Snutter became fearfully impatient. Three quarters and even the old hag was uneasy. An hour, and he stood before them. Dwarfish, fiendish, monstrous. It is time," he said in a harsh voice, but the tones were music in the wretched mother's ears. Come then," she cried, rushing wildly forth. Ah, come!" replied the hag, following her. Not so fast! You're going to go out, may you? Nor either of you without me, added Fancy. Ah, good mistress, is your broomstick! Away for Pendle-Hell! screamed the hag. Aye, for Pendle-Hell! echoed Fancy, and there was a whirling of dark figures through the air as before. Presently they are lighted on the summit of Pendle-Hell, which seemed to be wrapped in a dense cloud, for Mistress Nutter could scarcely see a yard before her. Fancy's eyes, however, were powerful enough to penetrate the gloom for stepping back a few yards, he said. The expedition is at the foot of the hill, where they have made a halt. We must wait a few moments till I can ascertain what they mean to do. Ah, I see! They are dividing into three parties. One detachment, headed by Nicholas Ascherton, with whom our pots and knoll, is about to make the ascent from the spot where they now stand. Another, commanded by Sir Ralph Ascherton, is moving towards the butt-end of the hill, and the third, headed by Sir Thomas Metcalf, is proceeding to the right. Those are goodly preparations. Ah, but what do I behold? The first detachment have a prisoner with them. It is Jim Device, whom they have captured on the way, I suppose. I can tell from the rascal's looks that he is planning an escape. Patience, madam. I must see how he executes his design. There is no hurry. They are all scrambling up the hill-sides. One slips and rolls down, and bruises himself severely against the loose stones. Ha-ha-ha! It is Master Potts. He is picked up by James Device, who takes him on his shoulders. What means the knave by such attention? We shall see anon. They continue to fight their way upwards, and have now reached the narrow path among the rocks. Take heed, or your necks will be broken. Ho-ho! Well done, Jim. Bravo lad! Thy scheme is out now. Ho-ho! What has he done? Horse-mother Chantix.  Replined fancy. Disappeared in the gloom, so that it is impossible Nicholas can follow him. Ho-ho-ho! Oh, but to my child! Where is my child? cried Mistress Nutter, in agitated impatience. Come with me, and I will lead you to her. Replied fancy, taking her hand. And do you keep close to us, Mistress? he added to Mother Chantix. Moving quickly about the heathy plain, they soon reached a small dry hollow, about a hundred paces from the beacon, in the midst of which, as in a grave, was deposited the inanimate form of Allison. When the spot was indicated to her by fancy, the miserable mother flew to it, and with indescribable delight clasped her child to her breast. For the next moment a new fear seized her, for the limbs were stiff and cold, and the heart had apparently ceased to beat. Oh, she is dead! exclaimed Mistress Nutter frantically. No, she is only in a magical trance. Said fancy, my Mistress can instantly revive her. Oh, pretty do so, then, good Chantix! implored the lady. Better defer it, till we have taken her ends! rejoined the hag. Oh, no, now, now, let me be assured she lives! cried Mistress Nutter. Mother Chantix reluctantly assented, and touching Allison with her skinny finger, first upon the heart, then upon the brow, the poor child began to show symptoms of life. My child, my child! cried Mistress Nutter, straining her to her breast. I am come to save you. You will scare succeed if you daddy here longer. Said fancy. Away! Ah, come away! Shrieked the hag, seizing Allison's arm. Where are you about to take her? asked Mistress Nutter. There my ought! replied Mother Chantix. No, no, she shall not go there! returned the lady. Ah, wherefore not? screamed the hag. She is mine now, now, I said she shall go. Right, Mistress! said fancy, and leave the lady here if she objects to accompany her. But be quick! You shall not take her from me! shrieked Mistress Nutter, holding her daughter fast. I see through your diabolical purpose, you have the same dark design as Mother Dendak and would sacrifice her, but she shall not go with you, neither will I. Ah, dirt! exclaimed the hag. You have lost your senses on the thought, I don't want your daughter. But come away, or Mother Dendak will surprise us. Do not trifle with her longer. whispered fancy to the hag. Drag the girl away, or you will lose her. A few moments, and it will be too late. Mother Chantix made an attempt to obey him, but Mistress Nutter resisted her. Oh, cursey Thomas! she muttered. She is so strong for me. Do thou help me? she added, feeling to fancy. I cannot. he replied. I have done all I dare to help you. You must accomplish the rest yourself. But my sweet imp, recollect. I recollect I have a master. interrupted the familiar. And the Mistress, too, cried the hag, and she will chastise thee if thou art disobedient, a command thee to carry off this girl. I have already told you I dare not, and I now say I will not. replied fancy. Well, not! shrieked the hag, thou shalt smart for this. I will bury thee in art of this mountain, and make thee labour within it like a norm. I will set thee to count the sands on the river's bed, and the laves on the forest trees, thou shalt not know rest nor inspire it. Ho-ho-ho! laughed fancy mockingly. Don't deride me, cried the hag. I will do it, thou saucy jack-o'-nips, for the last time will some air me. No! replied fancy. And for this reason, your term is out. It expired at midnight. It is false! shrieked the hag, in accents of mixed terror and rage. Ah! months to run, and will we know it? Before midnight you might have done so. But it is now too late. Your reign is over, rejoined fancy. Farewell, sweet mistress. We shall meet once again, though scarcely under such pleasant circumstances as here too far. It cannot be my darling fancy not jesting with me. But thou wouldst not delude thy daughted mistress thus. I have done with thee, foul hag. Rejoined the familiar. And I'm right glad my service is ended. I could have saved thee, but would not then delayed my return for thy very purpose. Thy soul was forfeited when I came back to thy hut. Then curses only for thy treachery. Bride the hag, and on thy master who deceived me in the bondy place before me. The familiar laughed hoarsely.  Tell me her heart is likewise come, and I will forgive thee. But do not let her triumph over me. The familiar made no answer. But laughing derisively stamped upon the ground, and it opened to receive him. Ellison! cried Mistress Nutter, who in the meantime had vainly endeavoured to rouse her daughter to full consciousness. If light with thee, my child, the enemy is at hand. What enemy? asked Ellison vainly. I have so many that I know not whom you mean. But this is the worst of all. This is mother dendak! cried Mistress Nutter. She would take your life if we can but conceal ourselves for a short while we are safe. I am too weak to move, said Ellison. Besides, I dare not trust you. I have been deceived already.  Oh, no! I am indeed your own mother! rejoined Mistress Nutter. Ask this old woman if it is not so. She is a witch herself! replied Ellison. I will not trust either of you. You are both in league with mother dendak.  Since you will not fly, my child, cried Mistress Nutter, kneel down and pray earnestly for deliverance. Pray while there is yet time. As she spoke, a growl like thunder was heard in the air, the earth trembled beneath their feet. Nay! Now I am sure you are my mother! cried Ellison, flinging herself into Mistress Nutter's arms, and I will go with you. But before they could move, several dusky figures were seen rushing towards them. May an your guard! cried mother Chattax. Here comes our dendak with her trope. How will aid you all I can? Town on your knees! exclaimed Mistress Nutter. Ellison obeyed, but ere a word could pass her lips, the infuriated hag, attended by her bell-dame band, stood beside them. Ha! ho! is here! she cried. Let me see who dares interrupt my mystic rites! And raising her hand, the black cloud hanging over the hill was rent asunder, and the moon shone down upon them, revealing the old witch armed with the sacrificial knife, her limbs shaking with fury and flashing with pretty natural light. It revealed also her weird attendance, as well as the group before her, consisting of the kneeling figure of Ellison, protected by the outstretched arms of her mother, and further defended by mother Chattax, who planted herself in front of them. Mother Dendak eyed the group for a moment, as if she would annihilate them. Out of my way, Chattax! she vociferated, out of my way, and I will drive my knife to thy heart. And as her old antagonist maintained her ground, she, unhesitatingly advanced upon her, smote her with the weapon, and as she fell to the ground, stepped over her bleeding body. Now, what dost thou here, Alice Nutter? She cried, menacing her with the reeking blade. I am come for my child, whom thou hast stolen from me, replied the lady. Now I'd come to witness her slaughter, replied the witch fiercely. Be gone, or I will serve thee, as I have just served old Chattax. I not spend yet, cried the wounded hag, I shall live to see thee bound and then put by the officers of justice, and certainly I will perish miserably, I shall die content. Spit out the last drops of denim, black viper, rejoined Mother Demdike. When I have done with the others, I will return and finish thee. Alice Nutter, thou noest it is in vain to struggle with me, give me up the girl. Will thou accept my life for hers? said Mistress Nutter. Of what account would thy life be to me? rejoined Mother Demdike, disdainfully. If it would profit me to take it, I would do so without thy consent, but I am about to make a noblation to our master, and thou art his already. Snatch her child from her, we waste time,' she added to her attendance, and immediately the weird crew rushed forward, and in spite of the miserable mother's efforts, tore Alice in from her. I told you it was in vain to contend with me, said Mother Demdike.  Devon, thou wilt have ample leisure,' replied the hag, and now bring the girl this way, she added to the bell-dames, that sacrifice must be made near the beacon. And as Alice was born away, Mistress Nutter uttered a cry of anguish. Do not stay here, said Mother Chatex, raising herself with difficulty. Go after her, you may yet save your daughter. But how, cried Mistress Nutter, distractedly, I have no power now. As she spoke, a dusky form rose up beside her. It was her familiar. Will you return to your duty if I help you in this extremity?' he said. Ah, do, do,' cried Mother Chatex, anything to avenge herself on that murderous hag. Peace! cried the familiar, spurning her with his cloven foot. I do not want vengeance, said Mistress Nutter. I only want to save my child. Then you cons in on that condition,' said the familiar. No,' replied Mistress Nutter firmly. I now perceive I am not utterly lost, since you try to regain me. I have renounced thy master and will make no new bargain with him. Get hence, tempter!' Think not to escape us,' cried the familiar. No penitence, no absolution can save thee. Thy name is written on the judgement scroll and cannot be effaced. I would have aided thee, but since my offer is rejected, I leave thee. There will not let him go,' screamed Mother Chatex, all that the chants were mine. Beeth I, and I will beat thy brains out,' said the familiar. Once more, am I dismissed? I—forever,' replied Mistress Nutter. And as the familiar disappeared, she flew to the spot where her child had been taken. About twenty paces from the beacon, a circle had again been formed by the unhallowed crew, in the midst of which stood Mother Demdike with the gory knife in her hand, muttering spells and incantations and performing mystical ceremonials. Every now and then her companions joined in these rites and chanted a song couched in a wild, unintelligible jargon, beside the witch Nelt Allison, with her hands tied behind her back so that she could not raise them in supplication.  The initiator's ceremony is over. The old hag approached her victim when Mistress Nutter forced herself through the circle and cast herself at her feet. "'Spur!' she cried, clinging to her knees. "'It shall be well for thee if thou dost so.' "'Again interrupted,' cried the witch furiously. "'This time I will show thee no mercy. Take thy fate, middlesome woman!' And she raised the knife. But ere the weapon could descend, and it was seized by Mistress Nutter and rested from her grasp. In another instant Allison's arms were liberated and the bandage removed from her eyes. "'Now it is my turn to threaten. I have thee in my power, infernal hag!' cried Mistress Nutter, holding the knife to the witch's throat and clasping her daughter with the other arm. "'Wilst, let us go!' "'Nar!' replied Mother Demdike, springing nimbly backwards. "'You shall both die! I will soon disarm thee!' And making one or two passes with her hands Mistress Nutter dropped the weapon and instantly became fixed and motionless with her daughter equally rigid in her arms. They looked as if suddenly turned to marble. "'Now to complete the ceremonial!' cried Mother Demdike, picking up the knife. And then she began to mutter an impious address preparatory to the sacrifice when a loud clanger was heard, like the stroke of a hammer upon a bell. "'What is that?' exclaimed the witch in alarm. "'Where are the clock here? I should say it had stroke one!' replied Mould Heels. "'There must be our master's dine-piece,' said another witch. "'On a clock!' exclaimed Mother Demdike, who appeared stupified with fear. "'And a sacrifice not made, and then I am lost!' An erisive laugh reached her ears. It proceeded from Mother Chatex, who had contrived to raise herself to her feet, and tottering forward now passed through the appalled circle. "'Ah, that time is out! Dark souls forfeit it like mine!' And she fell to the ground. "'Perhaps it may not be too late!' cried Mother Demdike, grasping the knife and rushing towards Allison. But at this moment a bright flame shot up from the beacon. Astonishment and terror seized the hag, and she uttered the loud cry which was echoed by the rest of the crew. The flame mounted higher and higher, and burned each moment more brightly, illuminating the whole summit of the hill. By its light could be seen a band of men, some of whom were on horseback, speeding towards the place of meeting. Scared by the sight the witches fled, but were turned by another band, advancing from the opposite quarter, they then made towards the spot where their broomsticks were deposited, but ere they could reach it a third party gained the summit of the hill at this precise point, and immediately started in pursuit of them. Meanwhile a young man issuing from behind the beacon flew towards Mistress Nutter and her daughter, the moment the flame burst forth the spell cast over them by Mother Demdike was broken, and motion and speech were restored. Allison exclaimed the young man as he came up.  Oh, Richard! she replied, falling into his arms, have we been preserved by you? I am a mere instrument in the hands of heaven, he replied. Demdike made no attempt at flight with the rest of the witches, but remained for a few moments absorbed in contemplation of the flaming beacon. Her hand still grasped the murderous weapon she had raised against Allison, but it had dropped to her side when the fire burst forth. At length she turned fiercely to Richard and demanded, Was it now who kindred the beacon? It was, replied the young man, and who bade thee do it? Who brought thee hither? pursued the witch. An enemy of thine old woman, replied Richard, his vengeance has been slow in coming, but it has arrived at last. But how is he? I see him not. rejoined Mother Demdike. You will see him before your own flame expires, cried Richard. I should have come to your assistance sooner, Allison, he continued, turning to her. But I was forbidden, and I knew I should best ensure your safety by compliance with the injunctions I had received. Some guardian spirit must have been to pose to preserve us, replied Allison, for such only could have successfully combated with the evil beings from whom we have been delivered. I suppose it is unable to preserve thee now, cried Mother Demdike, becoming a deadly blow at her with her knife. But fortunately the attempt was foreseen by Richard, who caught her arm and rested the weapon from her. Carces upon thee, Richard Ascherton, cried the infuriated hag, and on thee too, Allison, device, I cannot work ye the immediate ill I wish, I cannot make thee loathsome in one another's eyes, I cannot maim your limbs or blight your beauty, I cannot deliver you over to devilish possession, but I can bequeath you a legacy of hate, what I say will come to pass. Thou, Allison, will never win, Richard Ascherton, never, vainly shall ye struggle with your destiny, vainly indulge hopes of happiness, misery and despair and an early grave are in store for both of you.  Think of the witch's prediction and tremble, and may her deadliest curse rest upon your heads. Oh, Richard, exclaimed Allison, who would have sunk to the ground if he had not sustained her. Why did you not prevent this terrible malediction? Hey, good not! replied Mother Demdike, with a laugh of exultation. It shall work, and thy doom shall be accomplished. And now to make an inn the old chattacks, and then they may take us where they please. And she was approaching her old enemy with the intention of putting her threat into execution, when James Device, who appeared to start from the ground, rushed swiftly towards her. What are thou doing here, Jim? cried the hag, regarding him with angry surprise, doth thou not see we are surrounded by enemies, I cannot escape them, but thou art young and active, away with thee. Not with your granny, replied Jim, I had run as fast as I could to help you, stick fast all on me, he added, snatching her up in his arms, and I'd bring you clear off yet. And he set off at a rapid pace with his burden, Richard being too much occupied with Allison to oppose him. End of Chapter 16 Book 2 Chapter 17 of The Lancashire Witches This Librabox recording is in the public domain. Reading by Andy Minter The Lancashire Witches A Romance of Pendle Forest by William Harrison Ainsworth Book 2 Pendle Forest Chapter 17 How the Beacon Fire Was Extinguished Soon after this, Nicholas Asherton, attended by two or three men, came up and asked whether the old witch had flown. Mr. Snutter pointed out the course taken by the fugitives, who had run towards the northern extremity of the hill, down the sides of which he had already plunged. She had been carried off by her grunts and gem-device, said Mr. Snutter, be quick or you will lose her. Ah, be quick!" Added Mother Chateaux, yonder they went to the back of the bacon. Casting a look at the wretched speaker, and finding she was too grievously wounded to be able to move, Nicholas bestowed no further thought upon her, but set off with his companions in the direction pointed out. He speedily arrived at the edge of the hill, and looking down it, in vain for any appearance of the fugitives. The sides were here steep and shelving, and some hundred yards lower down were broken into ridges, behind one of which it was possible the old witch and her grandson might be concealed. So, without a moment's hesitation, the squire descended, and began to search about in the hollows, scrambling over the loose stones, or sliding down some paces with the uncertain boggy soil, when he fancied he heard a plaintive cry. He looked around, but could see no one. The whole side of the mountain was lighted up by the fire from the beacon, which instead of diminishing, burnt with increased ardour, so that every object was as easily to be discerned as in the daytime. But notwithstanding this, he could not detect whence the sound proceeded. It was repeated, but more faintly than before, and Nicholas almost persuaded himself it was the voice of Potts, calling for help. Motioning to his followers, who were engaged in the search like himself, to keep still, the squire listened intently, and again caught the sound, being this time convinced it arose from the ground. Was it possible the unfortunate attorney had been buried alive, or had he been thrust into some hole and a stone placed over it, which he found it impossible to remove? The latter idea seemed the more probable, and Nicholas was guided by a feeble repetition of the noise towards a large fragment of rock, which on examination had evidently been rolled from a point immediately over the mouth of a hollow. The squire instantly set himself to work to dislodge the ponderous stone, and aided by two of his men, who lent their broad shoulders to the task, quickly accomplished this object, disclosing what appeared to be the mouth of a cavernous recess. From out of this, as soon as the stone was removed, popped the head of Master Potts, and Nicholas, bidding him be of good cheer, laid hold of him to draw him forth, as he seemed to have some difficulty in extricating himself. When the attorney cried out, Don't pull to hard, squire, let a cursed gem-device has got hold of my legs, not so hard, sir, I entreat. Bid him let go," said Nicholas, unable to refrain from laughing. Oh, we will unearth him from his budge's hole! He pays no heed to what I say to him," cried Potts.  And as he spoke, the attorney, notwithstanding all Nicholas's efforts to restrain him, was pulled down into the hole. The squire was at last what to do, and was considering whether he should resort to the tedious process of digging him out. When a scrambling noise was heard, then the captive's head once more appeared above ground. Are you coming out now?" asked Nicholas. Let us know," replied the attorney, unless you will make terms with the rascal. He declares he will strangle me if you do not promise to set him and his grandmother free. His mother dem-died with him," asked Nicholas. To be sure," replied Potts, and we are as badly off for room as three foxes in the hole. And is there no other outlet?" said the squire. I conclude not," replied the attorney. I groat about like a mole when I was first thrust into the cabin by a gem-device, but I could find no means of exit. The entrance was blocked up by the great stone which you had some difficulty in moving, but which gem could shift at will, for he pushed it aside in a moment and brought it back to its place when he returned just now with the old hag. But probably that was effected by witchcraft. You are as likely," said Nicholas. But were you, being any it, where would stop up this hole and bury the two wretches alive? Give me out first, good master Nicholas, I implore of you, and then do what you please," cried Potts. Gem is tugging at my legs as if he would pull them off. We will try to say you're his strongest," said Nicholas, again the seizing hold of Potts by the shoulders. Oh, dear, oh, dear, I can't bear it, let go!" shrieked the attorney. I should be stretched to twice my natural length. My joints are starting from their sockets.  Oh, lend a hand there, one of you," cried Nicholas to the men. We'll have him out whatever the consequence is. But I won't come, roared Potts. You have no right to use me thus torture. Oh, my loins are ruptured, my back is breaking. I am a dead man. The hag has got hold of my right leg while Gem is tugging with all his force at the left. All the way, cried Nicholas, he's coming.  I shall never be able to walk more and no heaven be praised," he added, looking down on his lower limbs. I have only lost my boots. Never mind it then, cried Nicholas, but thank your stars, you're above ground once more.  You hear? Yeah," replied Gem, his voice coming hoarsely and hollowly up, like the accents of a ghost. And I had to go free if I comply. Certainly not," replied the squire. You have a choice between this hole and the hangman's coat at Lancaster, that's all. In other case, you'll die by suffocation, but be quick, we've wasted time enough already with you. Then if that's all you do for me, squire, I need to stay where I am," rejoined Gem. Very well, replied Nicholas, hear my man, stop up this hole with earth and stones, past the pots you'll lend the hand to the task. Read in this, sir," replied the attorney, though I should lose the pleasure I'd anticipated of seeing that old Kerry and Crow rested alive. Stay a bit, squire," roared Gem, as preparations were actively made for carrying Nicholas's order into execution.  I thought you'd change your mind," replied Nicholas, laughing. Be a pungent guard. He added, in a low tone to the others, and saith him, the moment he appears. But Gem evidently found it no easy matter to perform his promise, for stifled shrieks and other noises proclaimed that a desperate struggle was going on between him and his grandmother. Aha! exclaimed Nicholas, placing his ear to the hole. The old axon willing to come forth and spits and scratches like a catamountin, while Gem grips her like a terrier. It's our drossel between them, but he's getting the better of it, and he's pushing her forth.  And as he spoke, Mother Demdike's terrible head protruded from the ground, and despite the execrations she poured forth upon her enemies, she was instantly seized by them, thrown out of the cavern, and secured. While the men were thus engaged, and while Nicholas's attention was for an instant diverted, Gem, bounded forth, as suddenly as a wolf from his lair, and dashing aside all opposition, plunged down the hill. Ah, it's useless to pursue him, said Nicholas. He'll not escape. The old country will be roused by the beacon far, and he won't cry shall be made after him. Right! exclaimed Potts, and now let someone creep back into that cavern and bring out my boots, and then I shall be in a better condition to attend you. The request being complied with, and the attorney being once more equipped for walking, the party climbed the hillside, and bringing Mother Demdike with them, shaped their course towards the beacon. And now to see what had taken place in the interim. Scarcely had the squire quitted Mistress Nutter, then Sir Ralph Asherton wrote up to her. Why do you loiter here, madam? he said in a stern tone, somewhat tempered by sorrow. I have held back to give you an opportunity of escape. The hill is invested by your enemies. On that side Roger Knowle is advancing, and on this Sir Thomas Metcalf and his followers. You may possibly effect a retreat in the opposite direction, but not a moment must be lost. I will go with you, said Allison. No, no, interposed Richard. You have not enough strength for the effort and will only retard her. Do you feel devotion, my child? said Mistress Nutter with a look of grateful tenderness. But it is unneeded. I have no intention of flying. I shall surrender myself into the hands of justice. Do not mistake the matter, madam, said Sir Ralph, and delude yourself with the notion that either your rank or wealth will screen you from punishment. Your guilt is too clearly established to allow you a chance of escape. And though I myself am acting wrongfully in counselling flight to you, I am led to do so from the friendship once subsisting between us and the relationship which, unfortunately, I cannot destroy. It is you who are mistaken, not I, Sir Ralph, replied Mistress Nutter. I have no thought of turning aside the sword of justice, but shall caught its sharpest edge, hoping by a fuller vow in some degree to atone for them.  Oh, think not of me, dear mother, cried Allison, but persist unhesitatingly in the course you have laid down. Far rather would I see you act thus, far rather hear the sentiments you have uttered, even though they may be attended by the saddest consequences, that you, in your former proud position and impenitent, think not of me then, or rather think only how I rejoice that your eyes are at length opened and that you have cast off the bonds of iniquity. I can now pray for you with the full hope that my intercessions will prevail, and in parting with you in this world shall be sustained by the conviction that we shall meet in eternal happiness hereafter. Mistress Nutter threw her arms into the daughter's neck and they mingled their tears together. Sir Ralph Asherton was much moved. It is a pity she should fall into their hands, he observed to Richard. I know not how to advise, replied the latter, greatly troubled. Ah, it is too late, exclaimed the knight. Here come Noel and Metcalf. Poor lady's firmness will be severely tested. The next moment the magistrate and the knight came up with such of their attendance as were not engaged in pursuing the witches several of whom had already been captured. On seeing Mistress Nutter Sir Thomas Metcalf sprang from his horse and would have seized her, but Sir Ralph interposed, saying, She has surrendered herself to me. I will be answerable for her safe custody. Your pardon, Sir Ralph? observed Noel. The arrest must be formally made and by a constable. Spare shot! Execute your warrant.  Sanatara ansya worship! demanded the constable of the magistrate. On no account, fellow, interposed Sir Ralph, I will have no indignity offered her. I have already said I will be responsible for her. You will recollect she is arrested for witchcraft, Sir Ralph? observed Noel. She shall answer to the charges brought against her. I pledge myself to that, replied Sir Ralph. And by a full confession, said Mistress Nutter, you may pledge yourself to that also, Sir Ralph. She avows her a guilt! cried Noel. I take you all to witness it. Well, you'll not forget it, said Sir Thomas Metcalf. Nor I, nor I! cried Sparshot and two or three others of the attendants. This girl is my prisoner, said Sir Thomas Metcalf, dismounting and advancing towards Allison. Show you to which as well as the rest. It is false, cried Richard, and if you attempt to lay hands upon her, I will strike you to the earth. Death! exclaimed Metcalf, drawing his sword. I will not let this insolent pass unpunished. I have other affronts to chastise. Stand a tider, I will cut your throat. Hold, Sir Thomas! cried Sir Ralph Ashton authoritatively. Settle your quarrels hereafter if you have any to adjust, but I will have no fighting now. Allison is no witch. You are well aware that she was about to be impuously and cruelly sacrificed by Mother Demdike, and her rescue was the main object of our coming hither. Still, suspicion attaches to her, said Metcalf, and whether she is the daughter of Elizabeth Devoyce or Alice Nutter, she comes of a bad stock and I protest against her being allowed to go free. However, if you are resolved upon it, I have nothing more to say. I shall find another time and place to adjust my differences with Master Richard Ashton. When you please, sir, replied the young man sternly, and I will answer for the propriety of the course I have pursued, said Sir Ralph, but here comes Nicholas with Mother Demdike. Demdike, they reckon. I'm glad of it! cried Mother Chatex, slightly raising herself as she spoke.  When Nicholas came up with the old hag, both Sir Ralph Ashton and Roger Knowle put several questions to her, but she refused to answer their interrogations, and horrified by her blasphemies and imprecations, they caused her to be removed a short distance while the consultation was held as to the course to be pursued. We have made of her a dozen of these mess-grants-prisoners, said Roger Knowle, and all of them are better be taken to Whaley, as they can be safely confined in the old dungeons of the Abbey, after their examination on the morrow can be removed to Lancaster Castle. Be it so, replied Sir Ralph, but must you, unfortunate lady, he added, pointing to Mistress Nutter, be taken with them? Assuredly, replied Knowle, we can make no distinction amongst offenders, or if there are any degrazing guilt, hers is of the highest class. You had better take leave of your daughter, said Sir Ralph to Mistress Nutter. I thank you for the hint, replied the lady. Farewell, dear Allison, she added, straining her to her bosom. We must part for some time. Once more, before I quickness world, in which I have played so wicked a part, I would feign look upon you. Feign bless you if I have the power, but this must be at the last, when my trials are well night over and when all is about to close upon me. Oh, must it be thus? exclaimed Allison, in a voice half suffocated by emotion. It must, replied her mother, do not attempt to shake my resolution, my dear child. Do not weep for me. Amidst all the terrors that surround me I am happier now than I have been for years. I shall strive to work out my redemption, my prayers. And you will succeed, cried Allison. Not so, sweet mother Demdike, the fiend will have his own. She is bound to him by a compact which not come an now. I should like to see the instrument, said Potts. I might give a legal opinion upon it. Perhaps it might be avoided, and in any case its production in court would have an admirable effect. I think I see the council examining it and hear the judges calling for it to be placed before them. This infernal majesty's signature must be a curiosity in its way. Our innocent, sagacious monarch would delight in it. Pace, exclaimed Nicholas, and take care, he cried, that no further interruptions are offered by that infernal ag.  Not yet, replied the lady. Oh, what happiness I have thrown away! What anguish, what remorse brought upon myself by the evil life I have led! As I gaze on this fair face and think it might long, long have brightened my dark and desolate life with its sunshine, as I think upon all this, my fortitude well-nigh deserts me, and I have need of support from on high to carry me through my trial, but I fear it will be denied me. Nicholas Ascherton, you have the deed of the gift of roughly in your possession. Henceforth, Alisson, is mistress of the mansion and domains. Provided they are not forfeited to the crown, which I, after him, will be the case. Suggested parts. I'll take care, she's put in possession of them, said Nicholas. As to you, Richard, continued Mistress Nutter, the time may come when your devotion to my daughter may be rewarded, and I could not bestow a greater boon upon you than by giving you her hand. It may be well I should give my consent now, and if no other obstacle should arise to the union, may she be yours, and happiness I am sure will attend you.  They will never be united. She screamed, Never! I have said it, and my words will come true. Thinks now a witch like thee can bless a union, and it's Nutter, thy blessings are curses, thy wishes disappointments and despair, thriftless love shall be Alisson's, and the grave shall be her bridal bed, the witch's daughter shall share the witch's fate. These bowding words produced a terrible effect upon the hearers. He'd heard not, my sweet child, she speaks falsely, said Mistress Nutter, endeavouring to reassure her daughter, but the tone in which the words were uttered showed that she herself was greatly alarmed.  Away with the old screach-owl, cried Nicholas, take her to the bacon, and if she continues, drop her some earlier into the flame. And notwithstanding the haggs' struggles and implications, she was removed. Whatever may be tied, Alisson, cried Richard, my life shall be devoted to you, and if you should not be mine, I will have no other bride. With your permission, madame," he added to Mistress Nutter, I will take your daughter to Middleton, where she will find companionship and solace I trust in the attentions of my sister, who has the strongest affection for her. I could wish nothing better," replied the lady, and now to put an end to the harrowing scene. Farewell, my child! Take her, Richard, take her," she cried, as she disengaged herself from the relaxing embrace of her daughter. Now, must knowle, I am ready. It is well, madame," he replied, you will join the other prisoners, and we will set forth. But at this juncture a terrible shriek was heard, which drew all eyes towards the beacon. When Mother Demdike had been removed, in accordance with the squire's directions, her conduct became more violent and outrageous than ever, and those who had charge of her threatened, if she did not desist, all the full instructions they had received and cast her into the flames, the old hag defied them and incensed them to such a degree by her violence and blasphemies that they carried her to the very edge of the fire. At this moment the figure of a monk in mouldering white habiliments came from behind the beacon and stood beside the old hag. He slowly raised his hood and disclosed features that looked like those of the dead. "'Thy hour is come,' accursed woman," cried the phantom in thrilling accents.  "'I am thy implacable enemy,' replied the phantom. "'Thy judgment and thy punishment are committed to me.' "'To the flames with her!' Such was the awe inspired by the monk and such the authority of his tones and gesture that the command was unhesitatingly obeyed and the witch was cast shrieking into the fire. She was instantly swallowed up, as in a gulf of flame which raged and roared and shot up a hundred lambent points as if exalting in its prey. The wretched creature was seen for a moment to rise up in it in extremity of anguish, with arms extended and uttering a dreadful yell, but the flames reathed round her and she sank for ever. When these who had assisted at this fearful execution looked around for the mysterious being who had commanded it, they could nowhere behold him. Then was heard a laugh of gratified hate. Such a laugh was only a demon or one bound to a demon-canutter, and the appalled listeners looked round and beheld mother-chattocks standing behind them. "'That round is gone!' cried the hag. "'I've seen the lust of her. She's burnt!' Further triumph was not allowed her, with one accord, and as if prompted by an irresistible impulse the men rushed upon her, seized her, and cast her into the fire. Her wild laughter was heard for a moment above the roaring of the flames, and then ceased altogether. Again the flame shot high in the air, again roared and raged, again broke into a multitude of lambent points, after which it suddenly expired. All was darkness on the summit of Pendle Hill, and in silence and in gloom, scarcely more profound than that weighing in every breast, the melancholy troop pursued its way to Whaley.


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