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  IV

  TRAILING CHAINS

  "Women are queer creatures," De Wilton remarked, as he turned away fromthe window and sat down beside De Lacy, who having just completed hisfirst tour of duty in the Household as Knight-in-waiting was stilllounging in the antechamber.

  "It seems to me," said Aymer, "I have heard that idea advanced oncebefore in France--or maybe it was in Italy."

  "Doubtless--but the present proof of it is yonder," De Wilton answered,nodding toward the window. "The Countess has just gone for a ride withDarby."

  De Lacy looked up from the dagger he was idly polishing on his doubletsleeve.

  "And the proof in particular is what?" he asked. "Her costume, herhorse, or her escort?"

  "I gave her the horse," said De Wilton.

  "That absolves the horse, and as it could not be the costume, it mustbe . . ."

  De Wilton brought his fist down on the bancal with a smash.

  "Darby--and may the Devil fly away with him! . . . Oh! it is notjealousy," catching Aymer's quick glance. "We were children togetherat her father's castle, and she is like a sister to me."

  "And so, as usual, ignores a brother's advice touching her suitors?" DeLacy observed.

  "Touching only this one."

  "Then you should feel flattered."

  "I offered no advice as to any other."

  Aymer sheathed the dagger and adjusted his cloak.

  "I suppose," said he, "one may assume you are not over-fond of Darby."

  De Wilton nodded. "That you may--and yet if you were to ask my reasonsI could give none, save a thorough detestation."

  "And the Countess has asked for the reason?"

  "Many times."

  De Lacy laughed. "I see," he said. "Now tell me about this Darby--Ithink you mentioned he was not of the Household."

  "Thank Heaven, no--or I would not be of it. He has some power in theWest Riding, and came by special summons of the Duke. But thatbusiness ended two days ago--it is the Countess that holds him now."

  "Well," said De Lacy, "I, too, would linger if it meant a ride with theCountess of Clare and the favor that implies."

  "Oh, as to that, he is favored no more than a dozen others. What irksme is that she favors him at all."

  "What would you say if I, too, tried for a smile?" De Lacy asked.

  De Wilton ran his eyes very deliberately over the handsome figurebeside him.

  "That you will win it," he said, "and may be more than one--and thechains that trail behind. . . Beware, the chains are very heavy."

  De Lacy shook his head. "Strong they may be--strong as life--butheavy, never."

  Sir Ralph looked at him in wondering surprise--then clapped him on theshoulder.

  "French skies and French blood! Pardieu, man, go in and show thisDarby and the others how the game is played."

  "But the chains------"

  "Wrap them about her also. And by Heaven, why not?--the last of theLacys and the last of the Clares. St. George, it would be like oldtimes in Merry England."

  "Nay, Sir Ralph," said Aymer, laying his hand upon the other's arm,"your words are quite too flattering. I must be content with thesmile."

  De Wilton raised his eyebrows. "You brought the chains across theChannel with you?"

  De Lacy arose. "No, but maybe I have found them since."

  Suddenly De Wilton laughed. "My mind surely is getting weak," he said."I clean forgot you had never seen the Countess."

  "Oh, yes, I have--on the wall last night."

  "Was it possible you were near when Darby found her?"

  "I was with her."

  "With her!" said De Wilton incredulously. "Surely you do not mean it."

  De Lacy's face straightened. "Be a little more explicit, please," hesaid.

  "Tut, man, I meant no offence," was the good-natured answer. "You donot understand the matter. The Countess never walks alone on theramparts after dark with any man save the Duke and me."

  "St. Denis, I forgot. It was _you_ she walked with," said Aymer.

  De Wilton stared at him. "Are you quite sane?" he asked.

  De Lacy linked his arm within the other's. "Come over to the windowand I will tell you how, last night, Sir Ralph de Wilton chanced towalk with the Countess of Clare on the ramparts of Pontefract."

  "And I suppose then it was you, and not I, who talked with the Duchessin her presence chamber all the time the Countess of Clare was gone."

  "No, I was on the ramparts, too," De Lacy answered. "Listen--here isthe tale."

  "Good!" exclaimed De Wilton at the end. "She punished Darby well--Iwish I could have seen it; and it cut him to the raw, for all his suaveindifference." Suddenly he struck the wall sharply. "And yet--sherides with him to-day. St. George! We are back where we started.Women are queer creatures!"

  Just then Sir James Dacre stopped at the corridor door.

  "Who is for a ride?" he asked.

  "I am," said De Lacy, "if Sir Ralph will excuse me."

  De Wilton nodded. "Go, by all means; it was good of you to keep mecompany even for a moment."

  "I might venture to guess," said Dacre, as they cantered across thebailey toward the gate, "that that black of yours was never foaled inEngland."

  "I got Selim in Spain," De Lacy answered, "and with him the story thathe came from the stables of the Soldan of Granada--but of that I cannotvouch--nor do I care," patting the shining shoulder; "he is my goodfriend and companion, and he has never failed me."

  Dacre looked at the small head, with its bright, full, kind eye, broadforehead, tapered muzzle, thin, sensitive nostrils and ears; at thearched neck, the deep chest, the rather short barrel, the narrow waist,powerful flanks, and sinewy, springy, slender legs.

  "He is beautiful," he said. "Methinks I never saw so perfect a horse."

  "And his intelligence is in kind," said Aymer. "He has manyaccomplishments, but the one most satisfactory to me is the way heunderstands my voice. . . Observe------"

  He dropped the reins over the pommel, and at the word, Selim, withouttouch of knee or shift of bit, went through all the gaits and facings,ending with the most difficult of all--the seven artificial movementsof the horse.

  Sir James Dacre's rather cold face warmed with admiration and he reinedover and stroked the black's soft muzzle.

  "You are a wonder, Selim," he said. "Your equal is not in the Kingdom;though, in a short dash, the Countess' bay mare might put you to yourspeed."

  "Very likely," said Aymer, "but I will wager there is none in Englandcan beat him from the Solway to Land's End."

  Dacre smiled--"I would rather share the bet than take it."

  Then the talk led to the horses of France and Spain, and thence to thelife there in general, for Sir James had never crossed the Channel, andhe plied his companion with questions. And so they jogged along inpleasant converse, and De Lacy saw that the reserved and quiet Dacrewas in fact as sincere and good-hearted as the generously impulsive DeWilton. And he warmed to them both; for he had anticipated cold looks,hatred, and jealousy, such as under like conditions he would have metwith on the Continent.

  And as they rode there came a faint hail from the front--and thricerepeated. The track at that point led through a wood and was straightaway for half a mile, then it swung to the left. Just near the turnwere two horsemen; and the rearmost, when he saw his cry had beenheard, waved his hat and gesticulated violently toward the other, whowas several lengths in front. Both were coming at top speed.

  Sir James Dacre puckered his eyes and peered ahead.

  "My sight is rather poor," he said, "but from yonder fellow's motions,I take it he wants us to stop the other--an escape doubtless."

  Just then the one in the lead shot through a patch of sunlight and bothKnights cried out.

  "A woman!" said De Lacy.

  "The Countess!" exclaimed Dacre. "What may it mean?"

  "She went riding with Lord Darby shortly after mid-day," said Aymer.

  "And that
is Darby," added Dacre, as the sun hit the second horseman."Pardieu! I do not understand--it cannot be she is fleeing from him."

  They drew rein, and watched the approaching pair.

  "Well, if she is, she is succeeding," Aymer observed. "She is gainingon him at every jump. St. Denis! how that horse of hers can run!"

  "It is Wilda, the bay mare I spoke of. But see, Darby still waves.What in Heaven's name ails the man? Can it be the mare has bolted?"

  De Lacy shook his head. "The Countess is making no effort to controlher; the reins are hanging loose."

  Then they heard the first faint beat of the hoofs, growing louder andlouder, and presently with it Darby's cry:

  "Stop her! Stop her!"

  "Maybe, my lord," said De Lacy, leaning forward, his eyes intent uponthe Countess; "if the lady wish it she will signal."

  Two hundred yards away now came Wilda running at terrific speed, butstraight and true. Suddenly De Lacy swung Selim around.

  "It is a runaway," he called to Dacre, "the reins are useless." Andeven as he said it the Countess told him the same by a motion of herhand.

  A moment more and she swept between them; but beside her went theblack, leap for leap with the bay. Then Aymer saw the trouble--the bithad broken in the bar, tearing the mouth badly, and from eachcheek-strap dangled a useless half, which striking the frightened mareon the muzzle kept driving her to top speed.

  The Countess gave De Lacy a quick smile.

  "I am trying to enjoy it," she said, "but I think I am dreadfullyfrightened."

  Aymer glanced at the road--it was straight and level for another fourhundred yards, then it disappeared, and he remembered it pitchedsharply forward in a rough and twisting descent. Whatever he did mustbe done quickly--no horse ever foaled could carry its rider down thatdeclivity at such a speed.

  "Death waits yonder," he said, pointing to the brow of the hill. "Imust lift you to my saddle. Will you risk it?"

  She hesitated; then suddenly loosed her foot from the stirrup.

  "I am ready," she said--and smiled again.

  De Lacy dropped his reins.

  "Closer, Selim, closer," he commanded.

  The black; drew over until his master's boot was pressing theCountess's saddle girth.

  "When I give the word," said De Lacy, "free yourself from the pommeland catch me around the neck."

  The Countess nodded. "I understand," she said, and gave a quick lookforward. The hill was getting very near.

  He reached over and wound his right arm about her slender waist."Now!" he said sharply.

  For a second the Countess hung in the air between the plunging horses;then the bay shot ahead alone--and she rested safely across De Lacy'ssaddle, his arms about her and hers about his neck.

  Of his own accord the black had instantly slackened speed, and now atthe word he stopped, and the Countess dropped lightly to the ground.

  "How can I ever thank you?" she said, giving Sir Aymer her hand.

  "By not trying to," he answered, dismounting and kissing her fingersalmost reverently. "Fortune has already blessed me over much."

  She turned to Selim, who was standing quietly beside his master.

  "I may at least thank you, you beauty," she said, and kissed his softblack muzzle.

  De Lacy smiled. "Never before have I wished I were a horse," he said.

  A bit of color flashed into her cheeks and she busied herself intwisting into place a roll of ruddy hair that had been shaken from itsfastenings. It took an unusual time, it seemed, and just as shefinished Sir James Dacre rode up.

  "I claim a share in the rescue," he said gayly, and gave the Countessher hat, that had been lost when she changed horses. Then silently heheld out his hand to De Lacy; and afterward he petted the black andwhispered in his ear. And Selim answered by a playful nip, then rubbedhis nose against his master's palm.

  At that moment Lord Darby dashed up, his horse blown, its sides bloodywith rowelling and flecked with foam.

  "Thank God, Countess," he exclaimed, "you are not injured."

  "Not so much as scratched, thanks to Sir Aymer de Lacy."

  "Aye, Sir Aymer, it was cleverly done," said Darby; "a neater rescuemethinks I never saw."

  De Lacy bowed. "Whatever credit there may be, belongs solely toSelim," he said. "But for his speed and intelligence I had neverreached the Countess." Then he led the black forward. "And he asksthe honor of carrying her back to Pontefract."

  "Not so," Darby interrupted; "that is my privilege," and he swung hisown horse around.

  The Countess was struggling with her hat.

  "But Wilda," she protested.

  "Is at the castle now, if she made the hill in safety," said Dacre,watching the scene with the glint of a smile.

  The Countess still hesitated--and Darby stepped confidently forward anddropped his hand to put her up.

  "Come, my lady," he said.

  De Lacy made no move, nor spoke, but his eyes never left the Countess'sface. And she, if she felt any irritation at the awkward situation sofoolishly forced by Darby, concealed it completely and punished himwith a smiling face.

  "You may put me on Selim, Lord Darby," she said. "He has carried mepart way home, and since he wishes it he shall carry me all the way."

  Darby's dark face flushed and for a moment he drew back his hand inrefusal--then quickly offered it again. But the delay lost him thefavor; for De Lacy, seeing the opportunity, instantly presented his ownpalm, and the Countess accepted it, and he swung her to his saddle.

  Then she looked at Darby. "If you are very good," she said, with alittle laugh, "you may put me down at the castle."

  And Darby laughed, too. "But you must give me time," he replied. "Iam not so nimble as Selim's master."

  And so they made their way back to Pontefract, De Lacy walking besidethe Countess, and Lord Darby and Sir James Dacre following on horsebackjust behind. Wilda had evidently got down the hill unhurt; in the softearth at its foot the deep marks of her running hoofs were veryevident; and a little way from the castle they came upon her, calmlybrowsing beside the track. She had lost her bridle and her fright wasquite gone--for she answered to the Countess's call, and permitted DeLacy to put a strap around her neck and make her captive.

  As they crossed the drawbridge the Duke of Gloucester was standing nearthe gate tower and he called Lord Darby to him--and Dacre offering totake Wilda to the stables, Sir Aymer and the Countess were left to goon alone to the keep. As they drew up at the entrance, and theCountess shifted position in the saddle, she dropped her kerchief; DeLacy secured it and put it in his doublet, then reached up to lift herdown.

  She shook her head.

  "The kerchief first," she said, with calm finality.

  There was no mistaking the tone, and without a word he gave it to her.She slowly tucked it in her bodice, looking the while toward the gate.

  "I thought Lord Darby was to put me down," she said, and giving De Lacya dazzling smile--"but if you care to act as his substitute, I supposeyou may. . . Good-bye, Selim." She gathered up her skirt and movedtoward the steps. On the bottom one she turned. "Do you not think,Sir Aymer, it is about time for you to be presented?" she asked--thenran quickly up the stairs and through the doorway.