He looked on, and he was lonelier than in the years behind. Until
a day or two ago he had been sure of one thing at least--of his
father’s trust in him; and Sir Jasper had killed that illusion when he
taught his heir how Windyhough was to be defended against attack and
afterwards confessed that it was a trick to soothe the lad’s vanity.
Yet still he waited, some stubborness of purpose behind him. And by
and by he saw his chance. The stable-yard was empty for the moment.
Sir Jasper’s men had mustered under the house-front, waiting for their
leader to come out. Giles had left his own horse tethered to a ring
outside the stable door, while he led the master’s grey and Maurice’s
slim, raking chestnut into the courtyard. From the bridle-track below
came the clatter of hoofs, as Sir Jasper’s hunting intimates brought in
their followers to the Loyal Meet. On that side of the house all was
noise, confusion; on this side, the stable-yard lay quiet under the
paling moonlight and the ruddy, nipping dawn.
Sir Jasper’s heir crossed the yard, as if he planned a theft and feared
surprisal. There had been horse-thieves among his kin, doubtless, long
ago when the Royds were founding a family in this turbulent and lawless
county; and Rupert was but harking back to the times when necessity was
the day’s gospel.
He unslipped the bridle of Giles’s horse, and let him through the gate
that opened on the pastures at the rear of Windyhough. Then he went in
a wide circle round the house, until he reached a wood of birch and
rowan that stood just above the Langton road. The wind was up again,
and rain with it; and in the downpour Rupert, holding the bridle of a
restive horse, waited for the active men to pass him by along the road
that led to Prince Charles Edward. He could not join them at the meet
in the courtyard, but he would wait here till they passed, he told
himself, would get to saddle afterwards and ride down and follow them.
And in the coming battle, may be, he would prove to his father that
courage was not lacking, after all, in the last heir of the Royd men.
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