I would to God I were safe out of this Castle again!prayed Wayland internally;for now that this mischievous imp has put his finger in the pie,it cannot but prove a mess fit for the devil's eating.I would to Heaven Master Tressilian would appear!Tressilian,whom he was thus anxiously expecting in one direction,had returned to Kenilworth by another access.It was indeed true,as Wayland had conjectured,that in the earlier part of the day he had accompanied the Earls on their cavalcade towards Warwick,not without hope that he might in that town hear some tidings of his emissary.Being disappointed in this expectation,and observing Varney amongst Leicester's attendants,seeming as if he had some purpose of advancing to and addressing him,he conceived,in the present circumstances,it was wisest to avoid the interview.He,therefore,left the presence-chamber when the High-Sheriff of the county was in the very midst of his dutiful address to her Majesty;and mounting his horse,rode back to Kenilworth by a remote and circuitous road,and entered the Castle by a small sallyport in the western wall,at which he was readily admitted as one of the followers of the Earl of Sussex,towards whom Leicester had commanded the utmost courtesy to be exercised.It was thus that he met not Wayland,who was impatiently watching his arrival,and whom he himself would have been at least equally desirous to see.
Having delivered his horse to the charge of his attendant,he walked for a space in the Pleasance and in the garden,rather to indulge in comparative solitude his own reflections,than to admire those singular beauties of nature and art which the magnificence of Leicester had there assembled.The greater part of the persons of condition had left the Castle for the present,to form part of the Earl's cavalcade;others,who remained behind,were on the battlements,outer walls,and towers,eager to view the splendid spectacle of the royal entry.The garden,therefore,while every other part of the Castle resounded with the human voice,was silent but for the whispering of the leaves,the emulous warbling of the tenants of a large aviary with their happier companions who remained denizens of the free air,and the plashing of the fountains,which,forced into the air from sculptures of fatastic and grotesque forms,fell down with ceaseless sound into the great basins of Italian marble.
The melancholy thoughts of Tressilian cast a gloomy shade on all the objects with which he was surrounded.He compared the magnificent scenes which he here traversed with the deep woodland and wild moorland which surrounded Lidcote Hall,and the image of Amy Robsart glided like a phantom through every landscape which his imagination summoned up.Nothing is perhaps more dangerous to the future happiness of men of deep thought and retired habits than the entertaining an early,long,and unfortunate attachment.
It frequently sinks so deep into the mind that it becomes their dream by night and their vision by day--mixes itself with every source of interest and enjoyment;and when blighted and withered by final disappointment,it seems as if the springs of the heart were dried up along with it.This aching of the heart,this languishing after a shadow which has lost all the gaiety of its colouring,this dwelling on the remembrance of a dream from which we have been long roughly awakened,is the weakness of a gentle and generous heart,and it was that of Tressilian.
He himself at length became sensible of the necessity of forcing other objects upon his mind;and for this purpose he left the Pleasance,in order to mingle with the noisy crowd upon the walls,and view the preparation for the pageants.But as he left the garden,and heard the busy hum,mixed with music and laughter,which floated around him,he felt an uncontrollable reluctance to mix with society whose feelings were in a tone so different from his own,and resolved,instead of doing so,to retire to the chamber assigned him,and employ himself in study until the tolling of the great Castle bell should announce the arrival of Elizabeth.
Tressilian crossed accordingly by the passage betwixt the immense range of kitchens and the great hall,and ascended to the third story of Mervyn's Tower,and applying himself to the door of the small apartment which had been allotted to him,was surprised to find it was locked.He then recollected that the deputy-chamberlain had given him a master-key,advising him,in the present confused state of the Castle,to keep his door as much shut as possible.He applied this key to the lock,the bolt revolved,he entered,and in the same instant saw a female form seated in the apartment,and recognized that form to be,Amy Robsart.His first idea was that a heated imagination had raised the image on which it doted into visible existence;his second,that he beheld an apparition;the third and abiding conviction,that it was Amy herself,paler,indeed,and thinner,than in the days of heedless happiness,when she possessed the form and hue of a wood-nymph,with the beauty of a sylph--but still Amy,unequalled in loveliness by aught which had ever visited his eyes.
The astonishment of the Countess was scarce less than that of Tressilian,although it was of shorter duration,because she had heard from Wayland that he was in the Castle.She had started up at his first entrance,and now stood facing him,the paleness of her cheeks having given way to a deep blush.