Since the events related in the foregoing chapters nearly two years had gone by.Jersey had been saved from intrigues of the Queen and Lord Jermyn.Charles had gone to France, and thence to Holland, followed by the Duke of York, his brother, and later by Sir Edward Nicholas and the other members of his council and court.The lieutenant-governor, freed from even the slight control afforded by their presence, had given full scope to the worse parts of his peculiar and complicated character.More than ever was his administration of his native island marked by unblushing egotism.Oppressive, grasping, unguarded in speech, and almost unrestrained in action, he seemed, from one point of view, the model of a sordid, short-sighted despot, making hay while the sun shone.But he had a fund of caution which kept him from proceeding quite to extremes, and his energy and ability were undeniable, as was also his attention to business.Hence, while feared and even hated, he was still respected and obeyed.Most of the militia officers were his creatures, as were also as we have already seen the civil, judicial, and legislative officers of the little republic.The seat of his government was at S. Helier, while S. Aubin, on the opposite point of the bay, was filled with his skippers and their crews, and the traders who profited by their piratical proceedings.Hardly a week passed but some rich prize usually an English merchantman was brought in there, to be condemned by Carteret’s court, and sold, together with her cargo, while the unfortunate mariners who had manned her were left to their own resources.Adventurers from all parts flocked to Jersey, to share the gains of this new and irregular trade, while the lawful commerce of England was menaced as with a cancer.With the resources derived from his maritime enterprise, joined to what he drew from his fines, taxes, exactions, compositions, and confiscations within the limits of the island, the unscrupulous governor was founding a sort of Christian Barbary, and becoming a hostile power no less than a public scandal.Nevertheless, he could on occasion make a generous use of his ill-gotten gains.[v. Appendix.] He sent money more than once to the necessitous court in Holland, continuing to do so until the king departed thence to Scotland.And he kept up such a stream of supplies for Castle Cornet, in Guernsey, as enabled Sir Baldwin Wake, the commandant, to hold out against all the force of the Parliamentary power in that island, and against all attempts by sea.Indeed this remarkable siege lasted longer than the fabled one of Troy, and the feat, however creditable to the handful of men by whom it was performed, and to Osborne and his successor Wake, was only rendered possible by the constant aid of Sir George Carteret.Most of all, however, did that energetic officer enrich himself, laying in fact the foundation of that greatness which afterwards culminated in his descendant, the famous Lord Granville, the rival of Walpole.He obtained from Charles a grant of Crown lands, including the escheated manor of Meleches.And he further appropriated to his own use the revenues of his personal enemies, the chief of whom were the exiled Seigneurs Dumaresq, of Samares, and Lempriere, of Maufant.It should, however, be added that he shed no more blood.In fact with the exception of the Bandinels and Messervy, Seigneur of Bagot (already mentioned), no one lost life for opposition to Sir George.He even attempted to conciliate some of his opponents, restoring Le Gallais to his post of captain in the militia, and empowering him to offer to Lempriere’s wife the use of her house at Maufant, which he had confiscated.But that valiant lady resolutely refused to hold or inhabit under the favour of an usurper, and continued to occupy the lodgings on King’s Cliff, though in constant straits for want of money.Marguerite, who, however wild and light others found her, was always faithful to her good sister, cast in her lot with Mme. de Maufant, with the consent of her own family at Rozel; and it was chiefly by her assistance that the expenses were in any way met.Le Gallais also lost no opportunity of visiting the ladies and ministering to their wants like a brother, to the great straining of his own slender savings.He carefully forebore to press Mlle. de St. Martin with a lover’s suit, whether or no to that young lady’s complete satisfaction we are not informed.In any case, her manner, though composed by trouble, gave no sign of the state of her feelings; and whether she was fond of Alain or weary of him, her self-control was equally to her credit.As for Alain, he seemed to be stupefied, rather awaiting ruin than expecting better times.

Matters were in this state, when one lovely day in September, 1651, Alain came before Mme. de Maufant and her sister as they sate knitting in the doorway.

“Great news!” he cried, as soon as he was near enough for the ladies to hear.“Great news!General Cromwell has thoroughly purged the garner.He has beaten and scattered the Scots at Worcester.’Tis said Charles Stuart their king is taken prisoner.This ‘crowning mercy,’ as it is called by the lord general, befel on the 3rd, the same day last year he beat these same Scots at Dunbar.’Tis a great and a bright day in his lordship’s life.”

“Count no man happy till his end,” answered Rose gravely.“A day of triumph may be a day of doom when God pleases.And how does this event touch us, thinkest thou, Alain?”

“Why thus,” replied the young man.“The general is not a man to bear with our lieutenant-governor’s oppressions and piracies for ever.Like Satan in the Apocalypse, Carteret hath great wrath, because he knoweth that his time is short.For Admiral Blake hath been collecting his ships at Portsmouth, and our informant says that they were to sail to-day, eighty vessels of war.They carry a strong force of fantassins, pikemen, and arquebussiers, with the new snaphaunces devised in the low countries.Their commander is Major-General Haine, Prynne is there as commissioner, and, best of all, Michael Lempriere is on board!”

Rose looked at him with swimming eyes.

“And Michael Lempriere comes as bailiff.He said that he would.And then, when your fortunes are once more high, and you have no further need of me ...”

Alain faltered and looked down.But for that gesture even his despondent mind might have been roused by the look that Marguerite cast upon him.But the dart was parried by the shield of an obstinate depression.

“I have arranged,” he pursued, “with Sir George.You know that last year he sent out a ship of five guns to America, laden with passengers, all sorts of grain, and tools for husbandry.She was lost, being captured (that is to say) off the Isle of Wight by Captain Green, of the Commonwealth’s navy.The stores were confiscated, but most of the passengers came back to the island, and have been here ever since awaiting a fresh opportunity for New Jersey.It will come soon, and I sail with the next venture.”

“With the next fiddlestick,” broke in Rose.“Speak to the silly fellow, Marguerite.This is the last time of asking.”

Whatever may be thought of Alain’s project of emigration, his information was true enough.Cromwell had determined to put a stop to the trouble caused by the present doings in Jersey.Yet he had no desire to repeat the severities of Ireland.The Jersey cavaliers were good Protestants, there had been no massacres, and their cause was warmly supported by Prynne a man with whom the general could not wholly sympathise, but with whom he could still less afford to break on what appeared to him a not very important difference.Left to himself, he would not probably have been as stern with Jersey as he had been with the blood-stained Rapparees and their allies, solicited by the leader of the Moderates, he was willing to be won.So he readily agreed to the counsels of those who urged him to accept Prynne’s offer of service, and appointed the Presbyterian confessor to accompany Blake and Haine as a representative of conciliation and indulgence.

Setting sail with a light north-east wind, the transports and their convoy, multiplied by popular rumour into a vast fleet of war, and really bearing nearly three thousand good troops and a quantum of field guns, made slow way out of Portsmouth harbour on Sunday, September 19th.Next morning they were in the open sea with all sail set.On the quarter-deck of the Constant Warwick, a fine frigate (the first launched by the new government) Lempriere and Prynne now completely reconciled paced slowly up and down, talking of the present situation and future policy.As they did so their eyes glanced from time to time on the fair sea scape, illumined by the early autumn sunlight, and shaded by the sails of the surrounding shipping.

“’Tis a fair show, Mr. Bailiff,” said the English politician, “And one that ought to bring down our friend’s stomach.”

“Faith!I do not know,” answered the Jerseyman.“Sir George will fight, I doubt.You know him as well as I.”

“Nevertheless, he cannot fight to much purpose, and I see not how there can be any great effusion of blood.By himself he can do nothing, and who will be of his side?It is the divine asseveration of the wisest of men, Ecclesiastes vi, ‘Surely oppression maketh a wise man mad.’And if it be so, Cartwright should have but few sane men about him.Yet in his fall I pray he may find mercy.And I am forced to lean upon you, Mr. Bailiff, in that behalf.”

“Non tali auxilio,” began the quotation-loving bailiff.But Prynne gravely pursued his pleading.

“You may recollect what I said to the Commons’ House three full years ago.Indeed it was the very night before Pride’s Purge.If fines, I reminded them, if imprisonments, grievous mutilations, and brandings of S.L. which I once called ‘stigmata landis;’ but ’tis an ill subject for jesting could bespeak a true friend to liberty, why then sure I am one whose voice might well claim, a hearing.Yet it hath been far otherwise with yonder masterful men of the carnal weapon, who seek their own advancement in the name of the Commonwealth.I have never coveted the transient treasures, honours, or preferments of the world, but only to do to my God, country, aye, and king, too, the best public services I could, even though it brought upon me the loss of my liberty, the ruin of my mean estate, and the hazard of my life.When the late king did wrong I withstood him, to the extent of my poor capacity; but I was not for seeing the crown and lords of the ancient realm of England subverted or submerged by the flood of usurpation let in by some members of the Lower House.My speech of the 4th December, 1649 .”

“I heard it,” broke in the other, “And well do I remember the hum of assent and approbation with which it was received.”

“It was printed no less than three times last year.Then followed my tractate upon their deposing and executing their lawful king; and other leaves against the arbitrary taxation of what I call ’the Westminster Junto.’Think you that these things can be forgotten, or that my being sent here with Haine is more than a hollow compliment?Recollect the word that we exchanged at my lodging in the Strand two years ago, and bear in mind that it is rather in your hands than in mine to temper justice with mercy when my friends shall be overthrown in yonder island.”

So pleaded, and to yet greater length, the verbose but earnest advocate.But in truth he might have been more concise, less eloquence would have sufficed had not the idle hours of a sea voyage thrown open a wider door for its display.Lempriere was ready to promise anything on the joy of the long-wished for moment.

“Quod optanti Divum promittere nemo
Auderet.”

As he himself expressed the matter with wonted Latinity.His own nature would have disposed him to adhere to the promise given long ago, and still so urgently demanded of him by Prynne.

On the evening of Monday, the 20th of September, the flotilla was signalled in the north-western part of Jersey, where a vigilant outlook had long been maintained upon the very top of Plemont.The sea heaved to and fro in smooth fluctuations under the bright weather, which shed mild splendour over the violet surface, studded with orange rocks.With favouring airs the stately ships slid slowly on in crescent formation.They cast anchor for the evening in S. Owen’s Bay, sheltered on the north by Grosnez Gape, and on the south by the cliffs that end in the Corbiere an extent of nearly five miles.

On shore all was bustle and preparation.Sir George’s head-quarters were at his cousin’s seat, the manor house of S. Owen.The sandy plains to seaward were held by companies of the island militia; the lieutenant-governor’s own immediate following consisted of a small squadron of horse, raised and equipped by himself, but mounted on chargers especially presented to them by the king.Considering the natural difficulties of the coast, and that the equinox was at hand, the numerical disparity was not absolutely desperate.Jersey is a strong place yet.In those days of sailing ships and weak artillery it was a gigantic fortress, if only held by a wholehearted and determined garrison.Had that but been now the case, which, however, it was not.The population in general had no insurmountable feeling of hostility towards the de facto government of England.On the other hand, the hearts of the Cavalier party were not high.A rumour had been spread not traceable to any distinct source that Charles had been taken after the rout of Worcester.The public, ever credulous of ill tidings, fastened with morbid eagerness on such reports.“Sorrow and despair,” writes a Royalist eye-witness with natural exaggeration, “could be seen in every face.The more dispirited began to cry out that it was in vain to contend any longer against powers that, like a torrent, bore down everything before them.”

Carteret, who though ambitious and covetous, was never wanting in courage, energy, intelligence or versatility, turned the more obstinately to his task.Concealing his natural anxieties, he rode about from post to post in morion and buff coat, wearing a resolute countenance, and doing all that one man could do to keep up the hearts of his people and prepare a stout defence.

The position of Le Gallais, though humbler, was much more complicated.Nor was he possessed of sufficient strength of character to choose a distinct path and steadily pursue it.Determined enough, as we have seen, under excitement he could fight with his back to the wall.Nor was he one to shrink from any duty that was plainly pointed out to him.He could not prepare himself de longue main for a definite and consistent conduct; still less had he the power often wielded by natures otherwise inferior of striking a balance between opposing motives.His duty as a militia-officer was at complete variance with his desires as a friend of Lempriere’s.He could not choose between them.He might have thrown up his commission and devoted himself to watching over his friends at King’s Cliff.He might have cast his feelings to the winds and accepted the post of orderly officer to the Lieutenant-Governor which was offered him by Carteret.He chose neither line but adopted what he called “a middle-course,” in other words left himself to be drifted on the current of events.He saw that the position of the cavaliers was hopeless if they had to maintain a long and unaided contest against the conquerors of Ireland and Scotland.He had no great trust in the willingness of the French, none whatever in their good faith.His ardent desire to prevent effusion of Jersey blood was a preoccupation that hid almost all other considerations from his mind.And he had trust in the discipline and morale of the Parliamentary troops, and in the presence among them of Prynne and Lempriere, which saved him from much anxiety as to the welfare of the ladies at King’s Cliff.

As he sate, that night, by the camp-fire of a picquet of his company he heard two militiamen conversing, and recognised Benoist and Le Gros as the speakers.

“To what purpose are we here, mon voisin?” asked the former.“What good would the sacrifice of ourselves do the King now, when perhaps he has already undergone his father’s fate and is no longer in this world?”

“If the King be dead, indeed,” answered Le Gros, “I for one will not fire a single cartridge.All the same, he was a debonair prince, and once gave me a groat to drink his health when he saw me holding his horse.”

“That he is a prisoner is certain,” croaked Benoist.“And if prisoner to Maitre Cromouailles he can only make his escape through one door.And that door does not lead to Jersey, though it may to Paradise.”

Here the men got up and moved off in search of cider, which was being served out by the Governor’s orders at a neigbouring farm-house.But their conversation mingled with the young Captain’s thoughts as, wearied with the marchings and countermarchings of the day, he dozed in the still night air, lulled by the fire at his feet.Deep slumber must have followed, for he started from dreams of tumult to feel the vibration of air caused by a round-shot passing over his head.The wind had fallen to an almost complete calm:a light breeze of autumn morning breathed keen over the barren moor; bugles were sounding, drums rattling, men shouting as they collected their accoutrements and fell in under arms.

Four-and-twenty guns from the nearest ships were playing upon them, answered briskly by the little militia batteries that lined the bay.Gunboats began to stand in, laden with red-coated marksmen discharging their new pattern fire-locks.The militiamen on their part waded into the sea and gave such answer as they could from their clumsy old matchlocks:making good the deficiency so far as noise was concerned by shouts of vituperation; and calling on their assailants as “Rebels,” “Traitors,” and “Murderers of their King.”The landing was frustrated for the time.

The next day was occupied in rapid movements from one part of the island to another, in order to meet feigned attacks by the enemy who were ready to turn any of those diversions into a real assault, on finding the Jersey people unprepared.The Lieutenant-Governor had no choice but to distract and weary his men, marching them backwards and forwards to S. Aubin, S. Clement, and Gorey, according as the invaders appeared at one or other of those landing-places.The militiamen were worn out by these tactics, and were moreover of the class on whom Carteret’s oppressive taxations had long pressed with an almost intolerable weight.On the third day their strength was reduced both by fatigue and desertion; and in the afternoon, after more demonstrations a real landing took place in S. Owen’s Bay, the original point of attack.Carteret, as soon as he perceived what was intended, galloped up his cavalry, ordering up a battalion of militia in support, under his cousin, the Seigneur of S. Owen.The English infantry formed upon the beach, and advanced to the attack with terrible shouts and cheers.The first troop of Carteret’s horse met them boldly, and delivered a headlong charge; but the men who had fought Rupert and Goring were not to be intimidated by a handful of untrained cavaliers.The troopers were received with a volley that emptied several saddles; and retired, leaving several of their number dead and carrying off Colonel Bovil, a gallant English officer by whom they had been led, and who soon after died of his wounds.The second troop failed to support them, but guarded the retreat as the troopers drew off without renewing their charge.Meanwhile, the militia who should have been the third line dispersed and gained their homes.The red ’coats meeting no further opposition marched cautiously across the island, and encamped for the night on Gorey Common.Carteret, with such men mostly Cornishmen and Irish as remained with him, threw himself into Elizabeth Castle; the other forts, S. Aubin and Mont Orgueil, yielded, almost without show of resistance, in a few days.

In anticipation of such an occasion Carteret had furnished the Castle of S. Helier with abundant provision, alike of victuals and ammunition; the latter being stored in the old Abbey Church, which was proof against the bullets used by the ordinary artillery of those days.His guns were mounted on the landward batteries, so as to command the town and any camp that might be formed there for siege purposes.The hill above the Mont de la Ville was too remote to cause any serious danger from the field-pieces of the period, which were not capable of sending shot with effect to a greater distance than half-a-mile.He despatched boats to convey his private property to France, and to take letters to the Royalists there, asking for instructions and assistance; and then stoutly prepared with a garrison of 350 men to sustain the siege against the grim victors of Tredagh.

Le Gallais, having lost his men in the late dispersal of the militia, felt no scruple in seeking his friend Lempriere.The latter, after a warm greeting, brought him to Prynne; and all three presently repaired to the head-quarters, in La Motte-street, where they were amicably received by Colonel Haine, the commander of the English forces.

Haine was one of those rapidly-formed soldiers, who had been thrown up and hardened by the war in England ten years before.He listened with due attention to what Le Gallais had to say about the Lieutenant-Governor’s resources and probable intentions.

“And who is this youth that hath such knowledge of affairs?” he asked, turning to the Bailiff for as such was Lempriere now officially recognised.

“He is one, sir, that hath suffered for the cause; a Captain in our Militia, and my brother-in-law.”

Alain shot a glance of gratitude at Lempriere, while Haine, laying his hand upon his shoulder, said in a friendly tone; “I pray you, Captain, attend me as aide-de-camp until your company be reformed.”

Then calling for his horse, he led the party, swollen by the number of his staff, to the head of the causeway leading to the Castle, “If what I hear from Captain Le Gallais be correct,” he said to his Brigade-Major, “the Castle will not yield.But send them a trumpet, and let them not have cause to say the officers of the Commonwealth are unacquainted with the usages of war.”

The trumpeter rode forward to summons the Castle, a white flag flying from the tube of his instrument.Ere he could reach the gate, a gun boomed out from the Castle, a round shot whizzed over the heads of the summoners, and Haine roared at the top of his well-trained voice, “Come back; it is a sufficient answer.”

And so the fiery duet began the batteries of the Churchyard sounding daily in harmony with those of the Castle, whilst ever and anon a piece of greater calibre roared its bass from the Town-hill.

Lempriere made haste to remove his wife and their sister from the noisy alarms of war to their quiet home at Maufant, where he left them to remove the traces of the usurper, and restore the old state of things with the help of the steward and such of the farmers as had not died out or left the country.One consequence of this removal was that Le Gallais saw nothing of the ladies.His new duties kept him much at the Brigadier’s side; when not so employed, he was chiefly occupied with Prynne, who was attracted by the turn of the young man’s mind, more akin to his own than that of the “hot gospellers,” the “levellers,” and the professional soldiers by whom he was surrounded.

Meanwhile, the siege dragged slowly on, until one dark night in the end of November an old acquaintance, Pierre Benoist, threw himself in the way of a party of Carteret’s scouts, who had come on the mainland and were questing for intelligence or plunder.Taken before Sir George, he was threatened with the doom of a prisoner-of-war, who was also a spy, unless he would tell all that he knew.He asked for nothing better, having got himself taken by the patrol for the express purpose of furnishing the garrison grounds for an early surrender.Especially pleased was the rogue when the Lieutenant-Governor pressed him to explain the nature of a movement of the enemy upon the top of the Town-hill, which had been perceived before nightfall; and of the cargo landed at S. Aubin by a heavy-looking craft that had arrived in the morning, and which seemed neither man-of-war nor trader.

“That I can tell you,” said Benoist; “they are preparing engines for your ruin.I saw the pieces landed, and drawn by oxen to the Mont de la Ville.Two pieces of ordnance whereof each shot weighs four hundred Jersey pounds, and takes ten pounds of powder to discharge.The like has never been seen, and they will carry a ball from Mont Orgueil to the coast of Prance. Ver di!”

Carteret laughed; but his laughter was only justified by the exaggeration.It did not altogether conceal the genuine anxiety caused by so much of the information as might be reasonably believed.

The anxiety was soon realised.When the mists of the winter dawn cleared up, it was seen that a strong work of granite had been newly thrown up on the nearest point of the hill, and while the besieged were still examining the structure, a vivid jet of flame and a puff of smoke darted from one of the embrasures, and a thirteen-inch shell the largest projectile then seen came booming over their astonished heads.Two more followed, at short intervals.After the third, an awful report was heard, a babel of tumult followed, and a gigantic column of smoke towered up behind them, from the magazine in the old Abbey Church.Splinters and fragments of stone and timber, mingled with pieces of powder, barrels, and ghastly members of human carcases were scattered, as they rose as out of a horrid volcano.The magazine had been struck and exploded by the great shell, killing no less than sixteen men, and wounding horribly ten others, including soldiers on guard, armourers, and workmen who had been collected for the daily labours of the arsenal.Among the bystanders was Pierre Benoist, who now lay among the ruins, half crushed by a stone, and who died after intense suffering in the course of the day.

A panic spread through the garrison; some prepared to fly at once, others clamoured for surrender.Carteret called them together; and when the officers and men were all collected on parade, appealed to all classes, as Lieutenant-Governor of the King whom they had all seen trusting himself in their protection, and as commander of the royal forces in the loyal island “I am determined,” said the undaunted seaman, “to keep this castle for His Majesty so long as I have a man left to fire a gun, and a loblolly boy to fetch the ammunition.The royal standard still flies over our heads, the sea still lies between us and France, to bring us Prince Rupert and his fleet.Let those who are afraid depart I keep no man against his will.Those who remain will be all the more trustworthy.Let the gate stand open for the next half-hour.”

His orders were obeyed; but as he probably foresaw, no one dared to leave openly.By night, however, many of the garrison, who were of the Jersey Militia, silently departed.The bulk of the garrison, however, had heard of the storm of Drogheda, and chose what they deemed the lesser evil of trusting to the strength of their walls and the resources of their commander.To go to a town where they were unpopular strangers, and where the soldiers of the Commonwealth were in undisputed possession, would be to go to certain and immediate slaughter to remain with Carteret was to gain the present hour and the chances of the future.Lady Carteret and the women and children were sent by the next opportunity to France; and then the work of defence was renewed; the guns were fired, as powder served and supplies were received from France; injured walls were repaired, and aid was anxiously awaited.Castle Cornet, in Guernsey, had held out since the Outbreak of hostilities more than ten years before why should not Elizabeth, do as much, until the king enjoyed his own again?Meanwhile, December had begun, and the days grew short and cold.Haine’s great mortars proved rude and cumbrous; before they could be loaded and fired, and cooled again, one after the other, many times, the darkness would come on.The remaining stores were buried out of range.In the black and stormy nights, which lasted nearly sixteen hours, the men of the garrison threw up mounds of shingle and sand behind the breaches made during the day.

On the morning of the 5th December the sun rose clear and bright, and a south-west wind softly threw out the silken folds of the Royal Standard on the main tower of the Castle.Haine was standing by a cromlech that in those days occupied the summit of the Town-hill; Prynne, Lempriere, and some officers, of whom Le Gallais was one, stood beside him.In their immediate front the gunners, under an officer, were preparing to renew their apparently endless operations.

“This must be brought to an end, Mr. Bailiff,” said Haine.“For seven weeks and more I have exhausted the powers of modern war upon that eyry of malignants; and there is still the Guernsey Castle to be dealt with.Mr. Prynne knoweth what is the mind of the Lord General; but a time comes when sharp measures become necessary.I must take up scaling-ladders and deliver an assault.”

As they looked out to sea a small barque was seen standing in; by the help of field-glasses, it was observed that she flew the French flag.At the same instant the Castle guns saluted.

“Lo you, now!” pursued the commander, “there comes to them a promise of help from France.As the Lord liveth, it must be prevented!I must recall our cruisers from Guernsey; that castle shall be breached and stormed on Monday.And then on their own heads be the blood of Sir George and of those that hold with him!”

“Under your favour, sir,” said Prynne, “I think it shall not need.”He exchanged a hurried whisper with Lempriere.“What flag is that which you see flying on the Castle staff?”

“It is not a flag of truce,” shouted Haine.“God do so to me and more also if I make them not like unto Oreb and Zeb!”

The text seemed to relieve the veteran like an execration.

“What mean you by your flag, Mr. Prynne?I am not to take my orders from you, sir, I hope.”

“It is the flag of England,” answered the politician, “of your country and of theirs the red cross of S. George.The Royal Ensign has been hauled down; do you not see?God save England!”

With the impulse of Latin manners, Lempriere held out his arms, and Le Gallais fell upon his breast.Meanwhile a drummer from the Castle was seen to ascend the bill, bearing a white pennon at the end of a lance, which he planted on the ground when he came within sight, and beat the chamade upon his instrument.

The messenger being brought before the Brigadier, handed him a small packet.Among them was a short note to the address of Captain Le Gallais, in which Carteret, reminding the militia officer of their past relations, invited him to plead his cause and that of the garrison with Lempriere and Prynne.This note Le Gallais, after attentive perusal, handed to Lempriere, who read it over, and waited in silence until Haine had finished his own despatch.He then addressed the Brigadier, and pleaded strongly the cause of his countrymen, concluded with these words:

“Carteret, sir, was a sentinel; he hath but done his duty to his master.So long as he was not relieved, he could not honestly leave or surrender that which he was placed to guard.Why he now lowers his arms he hath made plain I doubt not, to your Honour.”

“Why, yes, Mr. Bailiff; for the matter of that, he hath put a fair case.Yonder barque, it seems, brought him cold comfort.As for that thing they call their ‘King,’ he is lost.He can only offer them aid on condition of delivering the island to the French.Not that Mazarin dares affront us by sending a French army to occupy the Castle in the name of his King, and risk the giving us battle.Far from that, he hath a conjunction of counsels with the Lord General, and they understand one another.Nevertheless, there is ever a rabble of Irish cut-throats, Flemish mercenaries, and such-like, and no lack of Maulevriers to be their leaders.”

“But if such men come into Jersey,” said the Bailiff, “who can say when or how they would quit, or what mischief they might not have wrought first.”

“One remedy for that,” said the soldier, grimly, “will be to storm the Castle forthwith, and let all be over before their friends can arrive.”

“For God’s sake, do not so!” cried Lempriere; “not now that they have surrendered.”

“I will be bail,” added Prynne, “that Carteret shall depart in peace, after giving up all that is in his charge.Only let Captain Le Gallais go to him with a note of your Honour’s terms; and let us await, I pray you, his return.”

The General having at last consented, after just so much show of hesitation as to make it appear that the terms were yielded to the persuasion of his chief associates, Le Gallais returned with the drummer bearing the ultimatum of the English commander.He found the interior of the Castle a scene of havoc; among the debris Carteret, like a modern Marius, maintained an air of resolution.

“It is not enough, Captain,” said he, after brief salutations had been exchanged, “that we have fired away all our ammunition, and eaten our last horse, while the blockade of your friend’s cruisers ever increases its rigour.After all was done, we could die in the breach or in a general sortie.But there is treachery abroad.Not indeed among ourselves, but among those whom we desire to serve.”

“Your King, urged by his necessities, would sell you to the French?”

“It shall not be!” cried Carteret, with a fierce oath.“Let me see your General’s terms.Better an English Parliament than a Popish King.”He called into the corridor, “Bring the best bottle of wine that is left in my cellar!”

Le Gallais handed him the note containing the heads of Haine’s terms.“Perhaps, messire, you would consult with your council?” he asked.

“’A quoi bon?” said Carteret.“You heard what the States carried by acclamation, in October, 1649?All who are with me are of the same mind still.”The wine was brought.“What was said then in a triumph, I say now in the day of my downfall; Captain, fill your glass!’England for ever!England above all!’”

The happy effect of this unexpected but welcome end of strife was soon made known throughout the island.In the towns and villages tar-barrels blazed all through the winter-night, and the best cider flowed free in the farms.

At Maufant all was happiness.The character of Marguerite de S. Martin had come out purified from the trials of the past two years, and the coquette-girl had grown into a woman, with but a lingering spice of mutinerie.Rose, happy in the restoration of her husband to all public honour and private joy, was anxious that her sister should partake in her happiness.

“Alain Le Gallais is no Solomon; that I grant you,” so she concluded a conversation on family matters, which they held after the labours and excitement of the day; “but he can do his duty to his country; he has proved himself a serviceable friend.Take him, tel quel, my little heart, thou canst not hope for a better.”

“Marriage is a slavery, quand meme,” said Marguerite, with a saucy shake of the head.“But it is not,” she presently added, “I that will be the slave; and there is some comfort in knowing so much.”

So the public and private troubles wore brought to an end at the same time.Carteret and his followers were allowed to go to France in peace and honour.Lempriere and he had held no intercourse since the surrender, but the Bailiff and his wife were honoured members of the assembly that gathered on the quay on the morning of the Cavaliers’ departure.The rising sun threw his orange hues on their swelling sails.

“We have won this time,” said Rose, pressing her husband’s arm.“Mr. Prynne, have you no compliment for us?”

“It is our advantage,” said Prynne in answer; “let us see that we deserve it.There as a Power that judgeth right, and in serving of whom there is great reward.For my part, I have done much wrong, to your husband among others.I have been punished for mine offences; if I would avoid more punishment, I must offend no more.”