On the opposite side of the table is a group, scarcely less interesting.Martin Frobisher and John Davis, the pioneers of the North-West passage, are talking with Alderman Sanderson, the great geographer and "setter forth of globes;" with Mr.Towerson, Sir Gilbert Peckham, our old acquaintance Captain John Winter, and last, but not least, with Philip Sidney himself, who, with his accustomed courtesy; has given up his rightful place toward the head of the table that he may have a knot of virtuosi all to himself; and has brought with him, of course, his two especial intimates, Mr.Edward Dyer and Mr.Francis Leigh.They too are talking of the North-West passage: and Sidney is lamenting that he is tied to diplomacy and courts, and expressing his envy of old Martin Frobisher in all sorts of pretty compliments; to which the other replies that, "It's all very fine to talk of here, a sailing on dry land with a good glass of wine before you; but you'd find it another guess sort of business, knocking about among the icebergs with your beard frozen fast to your ruff, Sir Philip, specially if you were a bit squeamish about the stomach.""That were a slight matter to endure, my dear sir, if by it I could win the honor which her majesty bestowed on you, when her own ivory hand waved a farewell 'kerchief to your ship from the windows of Greenwich Palace.""Well, sir, folks say you have no reason to complain of lack of favors, as you have no reason to deserve lack; and if you can get them by staying ashore, don't you go to sea to look for more, say I.Eh, Master Towerson?"Towerson's gray beard, which has stood many a foreign voyage, both fair and foul, wags grim assent.But at this moment a Waiter enters, and--"Please my lord mayor's worship, there is a tall gentleman outside, would speak with the Right Honorable Sir Walter Raleigh.""Show him in, man.Sir Walter's friends are ours."Amyas enters, and stands hesitating in the doorway.
"Captain Leigh!" cry half a-dozen voices.
"Why did you not walk in, sir?" says Osborne."You should know your way well enough between these decks.""Well enough, my lords and gentlemen.But, Sir Walter--you will excuse me"--and he gave Raleigh a look which was enough for his quick wit.Turning pale as death, he rose, and followed Amyas into an adjoining cabin.They were five minutes together; and then Amyas came out alone.
In few words he told the company the sad story which we already know.Ere it was ended, noble tears were glistening on some of those stern faces.
"The old Egyptians," said Sir Edward Osborne, "when they banqueted, set a corpse among their guests, for a memorial of human vanity.
Have we forgotten God and our own weakness in this our feast, that He Himself has sent us thus a message from the dead?""Nay, my lord mayor," said Sidney, "not from the dead, but from the realm of everlasting life.""Amen!" answered Osborne."But, gentlemen, our feast is at an end.
There are those here who would drink on merrily, as brave men should, in spite of the private losses of which they have just had news; but none here who can drink with the loss of so great a man still ringing in his ears."It was true.Though many of the guests had suffered severely by the failure of the expedition, they had utterly forgotten that fact in the awful news of Sir Humphrey's death; and the feast broke up sadly and hurriedly, while each man asked his neighbor, "What will the queen say?"Raleigh re-entered in a few minutes, but was silent, and pressing many an honest hand as he passed, went out to call a wherry, beckoning Amyas to follow him.Sidney, Cumberland, and Frank went with them in another boat, leaving the two to talk over the sad details.
They disembarked at Whitehall-stairs; Raleigh, Sidney, and Cumberland went to the palace; and the two brothers to their mother's lodgings.
Amyas had prepared his speech to Frank about Rose Salterne, but now that it was come to the point, he had not courage to begin, and longed that Frank would open the matter.Frank, too, shrank from what he knew must come, and all the more because he was ignorant that Amyas had been to Bideford, or knew aught of the Rose's disappearance.
So they went upstairs; and it was a relief to both of them to find that their mother was at the Abbey; for it was for her sake that both dreaded what was coming.So they went and stood in the bay-window which looked out upon the river, and talked of things indifferent, and looked earnestly at each other's faces by the fading light, for it was now three years since they had met.
Years and events had deepened the contrast between the two brothers; and Frank smiled with affectionate pride as he looked up in Amyas's face, and saw that he was no longer merely the rollicking handy sailor-lad, but the self-confident and stately warrior, showing in every look and gesture "The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill,"worthy of one whose education had been begun by such men as Drake and Grenville, and finished by such as Raleigh and Gilbert.His long locks were now cropped close to the head; but as a set-off, the lips and chin were covered with rich golden beard; his face was browned by a thousand suns and storms; a long scar, the trophy of some Irish fight, crossed his right temple; his huge figure had gained breadth in proportion to its height; and his hand, as it lay upon the window-sill, was hard and massive as a smith's.Frank laid his own upon it, and sighed; and Amyas looked down, and started at the contrast between the two--so slender, bloodless, all but transparent, were the delicate fingers of the courtier.Amyas looked anxiously into his brother's face.It was changed, indeed, since they last met.The brilliant red was still on either cheek, but the white had become dull and opaque; the lips were pale, the features sharpened; the eyes glittered with unnatural fire: and when Frank told Amyas that he looked aged, Amyas could not help thinking that the remark was far more true of the speaker himself.
