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The Black Tor: A Tale of the Reign of James the First, a fiction by George Manville Fenn |
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Chapter 15. What Sir Morton Said |
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_ CHAPTER FIFTEEN. WHAT SIR MORTON SAID Master Rayburn, the old scholar, angler, and, in a small way, naturalist, had no pretensions to being either physician or surgeon; but there was neither within a day's journey, and in the course of a long career, he had found out that in ordinary cases nature herself is the great curer of ills. He had noticed how animals, if suffering from injuries, would keep the place clean with their tongues, and curl up and rest till the wounds healed; that if they suffered from over-eating they would starve themselves till they grew better; that at certain times of the year they would, if carnivorous creatures, eat grass, or, if herbivorous, find a place where the rock-salt which lay amongst the gypsum was laid bare, and lick it; and that even the birds looked out for lime at egg-laying time to form shell, and swallowed plenty of tiny stones to help their digestion. He was his own doctor when he was unwell, which, with his healthy, abstemious, open-air life, was not often; and by degrees the people for miles round found out that he made decoctions of herbs--camomile and dandelion, foxglove, rue, and agrimony, which had virtues of their own. He it was who cured Dan Rugg of that affection which made the joints of his toes and fingers grow stiff, by making him sit for an hour a day, holding hands and feet in the warm water which gushed out of one part of the cliff to run into the river, and coated sticks and stones with a hard stony shell, not unlike the fur found in an old tin kettle. He knew that if a man broke a leg, arm, or rib, and the bones were laid carefully in their places, and bandaged so that they could not move, nature would make bony matter ooze from the broken ends and gradually harden, forming a knob, perhaps, at the joining, but making the place grow up stronger than ever; and it took no great amount of gumption to grasp the fact that what was good for a cut finger was equally good for arm, head, leg, or thigh; that is to say, to wash the bleeding wound clean, lay the cut edges together, and sew and bandage them so that they kept in place. With a healthy person, nature did all the rest, and Master Rayburn laughed good-humouredly to himself as he found that he got all the credit. "Nature doesn't mind," he used to say to one or other of the lads. "There's no vanity there, my boys; but I'm not half so clever as they think." But let that be as it may, Master Rayburn mended Dummy Rugg when he fell from top to bottom of the steep slope leading down into the lead-mine, getting thereby very much broken, the worst injury being a crack in his skull. He "cobbled up," as he called it, a number of other injuries which happened to the men by pieces of rock falling upon them, slips of the steel picks, chops from axes, and cuts from scythes and reaping-hooks, the misfortunes of the men who toiled in the woods and fields. If a regular physician or surgeon had come there, the people would have laughed at him, so great was their faith in Master Rayburn, who did his best for the people, and never asked for payment. In fact, his patients never thought of offering it to him in money, but they were not ungrateful, all the same. Indeed, he used to protest against the numbers of presents he was always receiving, the women bringing him pats of butter, little mugs of cream, and the best of their apples and potatoes; and their husbands never killed a pig without taking something to Master Rayburn for the kind actions which he had performed. It fell out then, as quite a matter of course, that he went on treating Ralph Darley for the little hole in his arm, beneath the shoulder joint, and that he also dressed and bandaged Mark Eden's thigh, so that the injuries went on healing rapidly. It was known, too, at the Cliff Castle and the Black Tor that he was treating both, but the Edens never mentioned the Darleys, nor the Darleys the Edens, the amateur surgeon saying nothing at either place; and the wounds got better day by day. "I wish I could heal the old sore as easily," the old man said to himself; "but that wants a bigger doctor than I." Master Rayburn believed in the old saw, that a still tongue maketh a wise head, and he waited. But in the meantime Ralph had told his father everything about his encounter, and waited afterwards to hear what his father said. In due time he did say something, but it was not to the effect that Mark Eden had behaved very gallantly in helping his son, and _vice versa_, that his son had shown a fine spirit in forgetting family enmity, and fighting against a common enemy. He only frowned, and said, "Humph!" He said something more, though upon another occasion, when, in obedience to Master Rayburn's orders, Ralph was keeping quiet at home, and sitting in his father's room, reading, and thinking about Mark Eden, determining, too, that he would ask Master Rayburn how the lad was the next time he came, for though family pride and old teachings had kept him quiet, he had hoped that his doctor would volunteer the information which had not come. Sir Morton was poring over an old tome which dealt with alchemy and the transmutation of metals, in which the learned writer gravely gave his opinion about baser metals being turned into gold, all of which Sir Morton Darley thought would be very satisfactory, as he could not succeed in finding a profitable lead-mine on his estate, and had not been any more successful than his forefathers in taking possession of that belonging to the Edens. He had just come to the way of thinking that he would begin to buy ordinary lead and turn it into gold, when Ralph said suddenly: "I say, father, why do we want to be at enmity with the Edens?" Sir Morton looked up at his son, and then down at his book, as if expecting to find an answer to the question there. Then he coughed to clear his voice, cleared it, and coughed again, which was perfectly unnecessary. But still the answer did not come. Finally, he replied: "Well, you see, my boy, we always have been at enmity with them." "Yes, I know, ever since my great, great, ever so great, grandfather's time." "Exactly Ralph. That's it, my boy." "But what was the beginning of it?" "The beginning of it--er--the--er--commencement of it--er--the family feud. Well--er--it was something in the way of oppression, as I have told you before. A great injury inflicted by the Edens upon the Darleys. But it will not do your arm any good to be fidgeting about that. I want it to heal. That can be healed; but our family feud never can." "Why not, father?" "Why not? Oh, because it is contrary to nature, boy. What a question, when you are suffering now from the way in which the deadly hatred of the Edens comes out! Are you not wounded by a scion of the vile house?" "Yes, father; but then young Eden is suffering too in the same way, and I think he got the worst of it." "I'm glad of it, Ralph. I think you behaved very bravely." "What; in fighting the robbers?" "I did not mean that. I meant in defending yourself," said Sir Morton austerely. "There, that will do: I want to go on studying this book." But Ralph was fidgety from the state of his wound, and went on again. "Couldn't the old trouble be settled by law?" "Pooh, boy! As I have told you before, the law does not reach here among these mountainous wilds. I am the law here. I could settle the matter; but that man Eden would never agree to what I said." "And I suppose, father, that you would never agree to what he considered was the proper law." "Certainly not, Ralph," said Sir Morton impatiently. "But why are you going on like this?" "Because I was thinking again how easy it would be if you and Sir Edward Eden were to join and attack that Captain Purlrose and his men. You would be able to drive the gang out of the neighbourhood." "I shall be able to drive this fellow out of the district, my boy, without the help of the Edens, who ought to be driven out too, for they are very little better than Captain Purlrose and his men. Stop, sir; what are you going to do?" "Go out, father. It's so dull sitting here." "You had better stay in: the sun is hot, and you have been rather feverish. I want you to grow quite well." "So do I, father," said the lad, smiling. "Then do what Master Rayburn advised you. Keep perfectly quiet." "But it is such weary work doing nothing, father. I'm sure I should get better if I were out in the fresh air. Ah, there is Minnie;" for just then his sister came to the open window, and looked in. "Why don't you come out and sit in the shade here, Ralph?" she said. "Come and read with me." Ralph glanced at his father, who shrugged his shoulders and nodded, as much as to say, "Well, be off;" and the lad went out into the castle-yard, and then on to the little terrace where the new basin and fountain were looking bright and attractive, though still wanting in the fish Ralph was to have procured. Brother and sister sat down in a shady nook, and watched the glint of the river through the trees far below, looked over the lovely prospect of hill and dale; and finally Minnie's eyes rested upon the shoulder of the great shaley hill at whose foot the encounter with the disbanded soldiers had taken place. "When is father going to lead the men to drive out those dreadful people?" said the girl at last. "I don't know: soon, I hope. When I'm better." "Well, you are better, Ralph." "That's what I told father. Only a bit sore. I'm sick of being coddled up." "That's because you are a boy. You are never happy unless you are in the open-air." "You would not be, if you were a boy," said Ralph sharply. "Well, I don't know that I am, even as a girl. It's dreadful. You know, father has given orders that I am not to go outside the walls. No walks, no rides; and my poor pony looked so reproachfully at me. Wants to go out as badly as I do. Don't you think it's being too particular?" "Well, no, Min," said Ralph thoughtfully. "While those men are about, I don't think you ought to go out alone." "Now, Ralph," said the girl, pouting, "you're as bad as father. I declare you are not a bit like a nice, brave, merry boy now. You used to be; but ever since you've been at that great school you have been growing more and more serious, till you are getting to be quite an old man." "And quite grey," said Ralph drily. "It only wants that," said the girl, with a merry laugh. "I declare that old Master Rayburn has more fun in him than you." "Wouldn't say so if you had been wounded, and had him to pull the bandages about." "What nonsense! he said I was to come and see him as soon as ever I could." "And you can't go and see him. He wouldn't advise you to go out while those ruffians are yonder." "No," replied the girl, smiling frankly. "He said I must wait till the wasps' nest had been burned out, and I suppose he meant the cave where those men are. Oh, I wish I were a man, and could go and fight the wretches. They've been robbing and frightening people in all directions. They even went last night and frightened old Mistress Garth, Nick's mother, and took away her bag of meal." "They did that!" cried Ralph angrily. "How do you know?" "Nick told me, and he says he means to kill the captain first time they meet." "Nick says so?" "Yes; but I suppose it's only boasting. I don't think he's very brave, is he?" "Don't know," said Ralph thoughtfully. "But it's quite time something was done." "And it was so funny, Ralph," continued the girl; "he actually said to me that he didn't care a bit for his mother, for she has the worst temper of any one he knows, and is always scolding when he goes to see her; but he won't have any one interfere with her, and he'll kill that captain for stealing the meal-bag as sure as he's alive." "Well, it shows he's a good son," said Ralph quietly. "But you see that it is not safe for you to go out." "Yes," said Minnie with a sigh; "but it seems very silly. The other day one was obliged to stop in because of the Edens; now it's because of those men." "I suppose it's as bad for the Edens as it is for us," replied Ralph, who became now very thoughtful; and when, soon afterwards, Minnie looked up to see why he did not speak, she found that his head was resting against the stone, beside a crenelle, and that he was fast asleep. "Poor boy!" she said softly, "he is weak yet, and soon worn-out. It was very brave of him to fight as he did--with Mark Eden, I mean--against the men who attacked them, and for both to be wounded. I wonder what Mark Eden is like. Ralph has met him three times, he says, but he only growls if I begin to ask him questions. What a pity it is, when we might all be so friendly and nice. How stupid it does seem of people to quarrel!" _ |
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