Wretch!he said,if you dare to palter with me,I will have your skin stripped from your living flesh!Confess thou hast been hired to deceive and to betray me--that thou art a cheat,and I thy silly prey and booty!The old man exhibited some symptoms of emotion,but not more than the furious deportment of his patron might have extorted from innocence itself.
What means this violence,my lord?he answered,or in what can I have deserved it at your hand?Give me proof,said the Earl vehemently,that you have not tampered with mine enemies.My lord,replied the old man,with dignity,you can have no better proof than that which you yourself elected.In that turret I have spent the last twenty-four hours under the key which has been in your own custody.The hours of darkness I have spent in gazing on the heavenly bodies with these dim eyes,and during those of light I have toiled this aged brain to complete the calculation arising from their combinations.Earthly food Ihave not tasted--earthly voice I have not heard.You are yourself aware I had no means of doing so;and yet I tell you--Iwho have been thus shut up in solitude and study--that within these twenty-four hours your star has become predominant in the horizon,and either the bright book of heaven speaks false,or there must have been a proportionate revolution in your fortunes upon earth.If nothing has happened within that space to secure your power,or advance your favour,then am I indeed a cheat,and the divine art,which was first devised in the plains of Chaldea,is a foul imposture.It is true,said Leicester,after a moment's reflection,thou wert closely immured;and it is also true that the change has taken place in my situation which thou sayest the horoscope indicates.Wherefore this distrust then,my son?said the astrologer,assuming a tone of admonition;the celestial intelligences brook not diffidence,even in their favourites.Peace,father,answered Leicester,I have erred in doubting thee.Not to mortal man,nor to celestial intelligence--under that which is supreme--will Dudley's lips say more in condescension or apology.Speak rather to the present purpose.
Amid these bright promises thou hast said there was a threatening aspect.Can thy skill tell whence,or by whose means,such danger seems to impend?Thus far only,answered the astrologer,does my art enable me to answer your query.The infortune is threatened by the malignant and adverse aspect,through means of a youth,and,as Ithink,a rival;but whether in love or in prince's favour,I know not nor can I give further indication respecting him,save that he comes from the western quarter.The western--ha!replied Leicester,it is enough--the tempest does indeed brew in that quarter!Cornwall and Devon--Raleigh and Tressilian--one of them is indicated-I must beware of both.
Father,if I have done thy skill injustice,I will make thee a lordly recompense.He took a purse of gold from the strong casket which stood before him.Have thou double the recompense which Varney promised.Be faithful--be secret--obey the directions thou shalt receive from my master of the horse,and grudge not a little seclusion or restraint in my cause--it shall be richly considered.--Here,Varney--conduct this venerable man to thine own lodging;tend him heedfully in all things,but see that he holds communication with no one.
Varney bowed,and the astrologer kissed the Earl's hand in token of adieu,and followed the master of the horse to another apartment,in which were placed wine and refreshments for his use.
The astrologer sat down to his repast,while Varney shut two doors with great precaution,examined the tapestry,lest any listener lurked behind it,and then sitting down opposite to the sage,began to question him.
Saw you my signal from the court beneath?
I did,said Alasco,for by such name he was at present called,and shaped the horoscope accordingly.And it passed upon the patron without challenge?continued Varney.
Not without challenge,replied the old man,but it did pass;and I added,as before agreed,danger from a discovered secret,and a western youth.My lord's fear will stand sponsor to the one,and his conscience to the other,of these prognostications,replied Varney.Sure never man chose to run such a race as his,yet continued to retain those silly scruples!I am fain to cheat him to his own profit.But touching your matters,sage interpreter of the stars,I can tell you more of your own fortune than plan or figure can show.You must be gone from hence forthwith.I will not,said Alasco peevishly.I have been too much hurried up and down of late--immured for day and night in a desolate turret-chamber.I must enjoy my liberty,and pursue my studies,which are of more import than the fate of fifty statesmen and favourites that rise and burst like bubbles in the atmosphere of a court.At your pleasure,said Varney,with a sneer that habit had rendered familiar to his features,and which forms the principal characteristic which painters have assigned to that of Satan--at your pleasure,he said;you may enjoy your liberty and your studies until the daggers of Sussex's followers are clashing within your doublet and against your ribs.The old man turned pale,and Varney proceeded.Wot you not he hath offered a reward for the arch-quack and poison-vender,Demetrius,who sold certain precious spices to his lordship's cook?What!turn you pale,old friend?Does Hali already see an infortune in the House of Life?Why,hark thee,we will have thee down to an old house of mine in the country,where thou shalt live with a hobnailed slave,whom thy alchemy may convert into ducats,for to such conversion alone is thy art serviceable.It is false,thou foul-mouthed railer,said Alasco,shaking with impotent anger;it is well known that I have approached more nearly to projection than any hermetic artist who now lives.