The medicine box was got out of the locker and the party grouped round the grey Flemish horses, which stood smoking in the yellow slush.The one with the colic had its legs stretched wide; its flanks heaved and spasms shook its hindquarters.Mr.Lovel set to work and mixed which a dose of spiced oil and spirits which he coaxed down its throat.Then he very gently massaged certain corded sinews in its belly."Get him under cover now, Tony," he said ``and tell your man to bed him warm and give him a bucket of hot water strained from oatmeal and laced with this phial.In an hour he will be easy."The beast was led off, another put in its place, and the postilions were cracking their whips, when out of the darkness a knot of mounted men rode into the lamplight.There were at least a dozen of them, and at their head rode a man who at the sight of Lovel pulled up sharp.
"Mr.Lovel!" he cried."What brings you into these wilds in such weather?
Can I be of service? My house is not a mile off.""I thank you, Colonel Flowerdue, but I think the mischief is now righted.Igo on a journey into Oxfordshire with my daughter, and the snow has delayed us."He presented the young Parliament soldier, a cousin of Fairfax, to Cecily and Tony, the latter of whom eyed with disfavour the posse of grave Ironside troopers.
"You will never get to Wendover this night," said Flowerdue."The road higher up is smothered four feet deep.See, I will show you a woodland road which the wind has kept clear, and I protest that your company sleep the night with me at Downing."He would take no denial, and indeed in the face of his news to proceed would have been folly.Even Sir Anthony Colledge confessed it wryly.One of Flowerdue's men mounted to the postilion's place, and the coach was guided through a belt of beeches, and over a strip of heath to the gates of a park.
Cecily seized her father's hand."You have promised, remember.""I have promised," he replied."To-morrow, if the weather clears, I will go with you to Chastlecote."He spoke no more till they were at the house door, for the sense of fate hung over him like a cloud.His cool equable soul was stirred to its depths.There was surely a grim fore-ordering in this chain of incidents.
But for the horse's colic there would have been no halt.But for his skill in horse doctoring the sick beast would have been cut loose, and Colonel Flowerdue's party would have met only a coach laboring through the snow and would not have halted to discover its occupants...." He was a prisoner bound by a promise, but this meeting with Flowerdue had opened up a channel to communicate with London and that was not forbidden.It flashed on him suddenly that the change of mind which he had suffered was no longer a private matter.He had now the power to act upon it.
He was extraordinarily averse to the prospect.Was it mere petulance that had swung round his opinions so violently during the journey? He examined himself and found his new convictions unshaken.It was what the hot-gospellers would call a "Holy Ghost conversion." Well, let it rest there.Why spread the news beyond his own home? There were doctors enough inspecting the health of the State.Let his part be to stand aside.
With something like fear he recognised that that part was no longer possible.He had been too directly guided by destiny to refuse the last stage.Cromwell was waiting on a providence, and of that providence it was clear that fate had made him the channel.In the coach he had surrendered himself willingly to an unseen direction, and now he dared not refuse the same docility.He, who for usual was ripe, balanced, mellow in judgment, felt at the moment the gloomy impulsion of the fanatic.He was only a pipe for the Almighty to sound through.
In the hall at Downing the logs were stirred to a blaze, and food and drink brought in a hospitable stir.
"I have a letter to write before I sleep," Mr.Lovel told his daughter."Iwill pray from Colonel Flowerdue the use of his cabinet."Cecily looked at him inquiringly, and he laughed.
"The posts at Chastlecote are infrequent, Cis, and I may well take the chance when it offers.I assure you I look forward happily to a month of idleness stalking Tony's mallards and following Tony's hounds."In the cabinet he wrote half a dozen lines setting out simply the change in his views."If I know Oliver," he told himself, "I have given him the sign he seeks.I am clear it is God's will, but Heaven help the land--Heaven help us all." Having written, he lay back in his chair and mused.
When Colonel Flowerdue entered he found a brisk and smiling gentleman, sealing a letter.
"Can you spare a man to ride express with this missive to town? It is for General Cromwell's private hand.""Assuredly.He will start at once lest the storm worsens.It is business of State?""High business of State, and I think the last I am likely to meddle with."Mr.Lovel had taken from his finger a thick gold ring carved with a much-worn cognisance.He held it up in the light of the candle.
"This thing was once a king's," he said."As the letter touches the affairs of his Majesty, I think it fitting to seal it with a king's signet."
