<h2>CHAPTER XXII<br/> <span class="f8">CROM CASTLE</span></h2>
<p class="cap"><span class="upper">When</span> I rejoined Marjory, we went up the high
road and then turned off by a by-way which
took us round innumerable slopes and mounds,
so characteristic of this part of Aberdeen. The entire
county, seen from high places, looks bare and open;
but it has its hills and hollows in endless variety. From
the cross road we turned up another and still another, till
I lost my bearings entirely.</p>
<p>The part of the country where we now were was a sort
of desolation of cultivation; endless low hills clad with
fields of wheat and barley with never a house to be
seen, except some far off cottage or the homestead of a
laird perched on the top of a hill. At last we entered
through an open gateway with broken pillars, still bearing
the remains of some armorial device in statuary.
There was an avenue, fringed with tall trees on either
side, and beyond a broad belt of undergrowth. The
avenue wound round and round in an endless series of
curves. From the gate where we entered was a thick,
close wood nearly a quarter of a mile in width. Here the
trees stood so close, and their locking branches made such
a screen, that it was quite gloomy within. Here too the
road was made in perpetual curves, so that it was not
possible to see far ahead. Indeed I remarked to Marjory
as we rode along:</p>
<p>“No wonder you chose this as a place to hide in; it<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</SPAN></span>
looks as if it was made for concealment. It is a regular
Rosamund’s Bower!”</p>
<p>When we had passed through the wood, we came out on
a great piece of level ground with a wide mound some
twenty feet high, in the midst of it. On this was built of
granite, a crenelated castle. It was not very high, but
extended wide in a square, with a low arched doorway in
front of us through which it might be possible to drive
with care. The doorway was closed by two gates; first a
massive network of interlocking steel bars of seemingly
foreign workmanship, and secondly great gates of oak
fortified with steel bands and massive bosses of hammered
iron. Before going in, Marjory took me right round the
castle and I saw that it was the same on all four sides.
It was built by the points of the compass; but there was
no gateway except on one side. The ordinary way of
entering was by a more modern door on the south side.
From inside the castle it was not possible to see anywhere
beyond the wood. Even from the stone roof, made for
defence, where Marjory took me, it was only possible to
get a glimpse through the tree tops here and there of
round-topped hills yellow with ripening grain or crowned
with groves of scanty wind-swept pine trees. Altogether
it was as gloomy a place as I had ever seen. It was cut
off altogether from the outer world; one might remain in
it for a life-time unknown.</p>
<p>Inside it was, if possible, more gloomy. Small rooms
almost everywhere, except the great hall, and one room at
the top facing the south side which lay just under the
roof and which was lined with old oak. Here there were
quite a number of windows such as Marjory had described,
all of them, though wide on the inner side, narrowed
to mere slits on the outer. In castles and houses
built, like this, for defence, it did not do to allow opportunities
to an attacking force to send missiles within.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Mrs. Jack and Marjory had made this their living room,
and here were all the pretty treasures and knick-knacks
which they had gathered on their travels. The old lady
welcomed me warmly. Then Marjory took her aside and
told her something in whispers. I could guess what it
was; but any doubts I might have had were dispelled
when she came over and kissed me and said:</p>
<p>“Indeed, I congratulate you with all my heart. You
have won the best, and sweetest, and dearest girl that
ever drew breath. I have been with her all my life; and
I have not found a flaw in her yet. And I am glad that
it is you whom she has chosen. Somehow, I wished it
from the first moment I saw you. That you may both be
happy, I pray the good Lord God! And I know you will;
for you are true, and Marjory has a heart of gold.”</p>
<p>“A heart of gold!” Her words had given me more
than pleasure; but the last phrase pulled my joy up short.
A cold shiver ran through me. A golden man had been
a part of the prophecy of the Mystery of the Sea; and
only a little while ago Gormala had in her vision seen
Marjory struggling in the tide-race with a shroud in the
air.</p>
<p>I think Marjory felt something of the same kind, for
she looked at me anxiously and grew a little pale. She
said nothing, however, and I thought it better to pass the
matter by. Although Marjory had heard the expression
of the Witch-woman’s vision, and though I had told her
of my first experience of the old rhyming prophecy, the
former was at a time when neither I myself nor the whole
mystery was of any special importance to her. She might
not have remembered it; I trusted that this was so.</p>
<p>However, we could not either of us be sad for long
to-day. Our joy was too fresh to be dimmed by any
thought of gloom, except momentarily as a mirror is by a
passing breath.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Tea in the old oak room was a delight, with the afternoon
sun coming in slantwise through the narrow windows
and falling in lines of light across the floor. Marjory
made the tea and served me; and each time I took
anything from her hand our fingers met, she no more than
myself avoiding the touch. Then, leaving the old lady
upstairs, she took me through the various rooms; and in
her pretty, impulsive way she told me all the romances
which she had already woven about them in her brain.
She came and saw me off; with her kiss of good-bye on
my lips I rode back through the gloomy wood, feeling as
proud and valiant as a knight of old.</p>
<p>I found my way to Ellon and went on the train to Aberdeen,
for I felt it due to Adams that I should see him
at once. It was impossible to write all I had to say; and
besides I wanted to retain his good will, and to arrange
for securing his aid, if he would consent to do so under
our altered conditions.</p>
<p>I found him in his room hard at work. He was writing
something which I suppose he considered important, for
he put it carefully away and locked his despatch box before
we began to talk. Of course it might have been only
his diplomatic habit; but he seemed grave over it. I entered
at once on the matter between us, for I thought to
get the disagreeable side over first and let concessions and
alterations follow:</p>
<p>“I am sorry, Sam, I shall not be able to help you with
information regarding Miss Drake.”</p>
<p>“Why? Haven’t you heard from her?”</p>
<p>“It is not that; but I am not free to do what you wish.”
Adams looked at me for a long time. Then he said
quietly:</p>
<p>“I see. You have your orders! Well, I am sorry for
it; it may bring dreadful harm to her, and I daresay to
you too, now. Say, old chap, is that decision of yours<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</SPAN></span>
final? The matter is more grave than I thought when I
saw you last. We have had more information, and they
are pressing us from Washington to take all precautions
we can. Come, won’t you help me—help her?”</p>
<p>“I can’t, the way you say. Sam Adams, you know I
would do anything I could for you; but in this matter I am
pledged. I have been given a secret, and I must keep it
honourably at all hazards. But look here, I am anxious
all the same. Can’t you trust me a little bit and tell me
what to look for. I won’t give you away; and I may be
able to carry out your wishes as to helping to guard
her, though I have to do it in my own way.” He smiled,
though very bitterly and ironically. I was glad to see
the smile anyhow, for we were old and tried friends and
I should not like there to be any break between us. Besides
I wanted his help; his knowledge now, and his
resources later on, if need should be. He was an official,
and the matter was an official one though his heart was
in it; it was not as if his personal feelings or his honour
had been involved.</p>
<p>“Well,” he said, “you have a fine gall anyhow! You
refuse point blank to give me the slightest help, though
I ask it on all grounds, official for America, personal as I
am in charge, and for the sake of your own girl; and
then you expect me to tell you all I can. Well, look here,
I’ll tell you anything that will help you as soon as I
know it, if you will keep me advised of exactly where
you are—so—so that I may be able to find you if I
wish.”</p>
<p>I told him heartily that I would keep him posted as
to my movements. Then, as there was nothing to remain
for, I said good-bye—a good-bye, I am glad to say,
given and taken with our old heartiness. Before I went
I said:</p>
<p>“Sam, you know how a message can find me if there<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</SPAN></span>
is anything you should think it well to tell me.” To
which he replied:</p>
<p>“All right, Archie, I’ll remember. You understand
that as I shall have to work this racket alone I must do
it in my own way: otherwise we shall have complications.
But if there is anything I can do on your side, I shall do
it all the same. You know how to reach me. If you send
for me I shall come any hour of the day or night. And
say, old chap, I go heeled!” he pointed to his pistol
pocket. “Let me advise you to do the same just at
present!”</p>
<p>I took his advice and bought in Aberdeen, before returning
to Cruden, two of the finest revolvers I could
get. One of them was made for a lady; the other I always
carried myself from that day forward.</p>
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