AN HISTORICAL ROMANCE.

BY W. HARRISON AINSWORTH, ESQ.

ILLUSTRATED BY GEORGE CRUIKSHANK.

BOOK THE FIRST.

CHAPTER X.

THE FATE OF THE PURSUIVANT.

ASSISTED by the stream, and plying his oars with great rapidity, Guy Fawkes soon left the town far behind him; nor did he relax his exertions until checked by Humphrey Chetham. He then ceased rowing, and directed the boat towards the left bank of the river.

"Here we propose to land, Miss Radcliffe," observed the young merchant to Viviana. "We are not more than a hundred yards from Ordsall Cave, where you can take refuge for a short time, while I proceed to the Hall, and ascertain whether you can return to it with safety."

"I place myself entirely in your hands, Master Chetham," she replied; "but I fear that such a course will be to rush into the very face of danger. Oh! that I could join my father at Holywell! With him I should feel secure."

"Means may be found to effect your wishes," returned Humphrey Chetham; "but, after the suffering you have recently endured, it will scarcely be prudent to undertake so long a journey without a few hours' repose. To-morrow, or the next day, you may set out."

fully equal to it now," rejoined Viviana, eagerly; "and any fatigue I may undergo will not equal my present anxiety. You have already done so much for me, Master Chetham, that I venture to presume still further upon your kindness. Provide some immediate means of conveyance for me and for Father Oldcorne to Chester, and I shall for ever be beholden to you."

"I will not only do what you desire, Miss Radcliffe, if it be possible," answered Chetham; "but, if you will allow me, I will serve as your escort."

"And I," added Guy Fawkes.

"All I fear is, that your strength may fail you," continued the young merchant, in a tone of uneasiness.

"Fear nothing, then," replied Viviana. "I am made of firmer material than you imagine. Think only of what you can do, and doubt not my ability to do it, also."

"I ever deemed you of a courageous nature, daughter," observed Oldcorne; "but your resolution surpasses my belief."

By this time, the boat had approached the shore. Leaping upon the rocky bank, the young merchant assisted Viviana to land, and then performed the same service for the priest. Guy Fawkes was the last to disembark; and having pulled the skiff aground, he followed

the others, who waited for him at a short distance. The night was profoundly dark, and the path they had taken, being shaded by large trees, was scarcely discernible. Carefully guiding Viviana, who leaned on him for support, the young merchant proceeded at a slow pace, and with the utmost caution. Suddenly, they were surprised and alarmed by a vivid blaze of light which burst through the trees on the left.

"Some building must be on fire!" exclaimed Viviana.

"It is Ordsall Hall,-it is your father's residence," cried Humphrey Chetham.

"It is the work of that accursed pursuivant, I will be sworn," said Guy Fawkes.

"If it be so, may the fire of Heaven consume him!" rejoined Oldcorne.

"Alas! alas!" cried Viviana, bursting into tears, "I thought my self equal to every calamity; but this new stroke of fate is more than I can bear."

As she spoke, the conflagration evidently increased. The sky was illumined by the red reflection of the flames. And, as the party hurried forward to a rising ground, whence a better view could be obtained of the spectacle, they saw the dark walls of the ancient mansion apparently wrapped in the devouring element.

"Let us hasten thither," cried Viviana, distractedly.

"I and Guy Fawkes will fly there," replied the young merchant, "and render all the assistance in our power. But first, let me convey you to the cave."

More dead than alive, Viviana suffered herself to be borne in that direction. Making his way over every impediment, Chetham soon reached the excavation; and depositing his lovely burthen upon the stone couch, once occupied by the unfortunate prophetess, and leaving her in charge of the priest, he hurried with Guy Fawkes towards the Hall.

On arriving at the termination of the avenue, they found, to their great relief, that it was not the main structure, but an outbuilding which was in flames, and from its situation the young merchant conceived it to be the stables. As soon as they made this discovery, they slackened their pace, being apprehensive from the shouts and other sounds that reached them, that some hostile party might be among the assemblage. Crossing the drawbridge-which was fortunately lowered,-they were about to shape their course towards the stables, which lay at the further side of the Hall, when they perceived the old steward, Heydocke, standing at the doorway, and wringing his hands in distraction. Humphrey Chetham immediately called to him.

"I should know that voice!" cried the old man, stepping forward. "Ah! Master Chetham, is it you? You are arrived at a sad

time, sir-a sad time-to see the old house, where I have dwelt, man and boy, sixty years and more, in flames. But one calamity after another has befallen us. Ever since Sir William departed for Holywell nothing has gone right-nothing whatever. First, the house was searched by the pursuivant and his gang; then, my young mistress disappeared; then it was rifled by these plunderers; and now, to crown all, it is on fire, and will speedily be burnt to the ground."

"The flames have

"Say not so," replied the young merchant. not yet reached the Hall. And, if exertion is used, they may be extinguished without further mischief."

"Let those who have kindled them extinguish them," replied Heydocke, sullenly. "I will not raise hand more."

“Who are the incendiaries ?" demanded Fawkes.

"The pursuivant and his followers," replied Heydocke. "They came here to-night; and after ransacking the house under pretence of procuring further evidence against my master, and carrying off everything valuable they could collect,-plate, jewels, ornaments, money, and even wearing-apparel,-they ended by locking up all the servants,-except myself, who managed to elude their vigilance, in the cellar, and setting fire to the stables."

"Wretches!" exclaimed Humphrey Chetham. "Wretches, indeed!" repeated the steward.

"But this is not

all the villany they contemplate. I had concealed myself in the store-room, under a heap of lumber, and in searching for me they chanced upon a barrel of gunpowder-"

"Well!" interrupted Guy Fawkes.

"Well, sir," pursued Heydocke, "I heard the pursuivant remark to one of his comrades,' This is a lucky discovery. If we can't find the steward, we'll blow him and the old house to the devil.' Just then, some one came to tell him I was hidden in the stables, and the whole troop adjourned thither. But being baulked of their prey, I suppose, they wreaked their vengeance in the way you perceive."

"No doubt," rejoined Humphrey Chetham. "But they shall bitterly rue it. I will myself represent the affair to the Commissioners."

"It will be useless," groaned Heydocke. protect the property of a Catholic."

"There is no law to

"Where is the barrel of gunpowder you spoke of ?" asked Guy Fawkes, as if struck by a sudden idea.

"The villains took it with them when they quitted the storeroom," replied the steward. "I suppose they have got it in the yard."

"They have lighted a fire which shall be quenched with their