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CHAPTER VII.
THE STAR-CHAMBER.
Viviana, as has already been intimated, after her capture at the
house at Lambeth, was conveyed to the Star-Chamber. Here she was
detained until a late hour on the following day, when she underwent
a long and rigorous examination by certain members of the Privy
Council, who were summoned for that purpose by the Earl of
Salisbury. Throughout this arduous trial she maintained the utmost
composure, and never for a single moment lost her firmness. On all
occasions, her matchless beauty and dignity produced the strongest
impression on the beholders; but on no occasion had they ever
produced so strong an effect as the present. Her features were
totally destitute of bloom, but their very paleness, contrasted as it
was with her large dark eyes, which blazed with unwonted brilliancy,
as well as with her jet-black hair, so far from detracting from her
loveliness, appeared to add to it.
As she was brought before the Council, who were seated round a
table, and remained standing at a short distance from them,
guarded by Topcliffe and two halberdiers, a murmur of admiration
pervaded the group,—nor was this feeling lessened as the
examination proceeded. Once, when the Earl of Salisbury adverted
to the unworthy position in which she, the daughter of the proud
and loyal Sir William Radcliffe, had placed herself, a shade passed
over her brow, and a slight convulsion agitated her frame. But the
next moment she recovered herself, and said,
“However circumstances may appear against me, and whatever
opinion your lordships may entertain of my conduct, the King has
not a more loyal subject than myself, nor have any of you made
greater efforts to avert the danger by which he is threatened.”
“Then you admit that his Majesty is in danger?” cried the Earl of
Salisbury, eagerly.
“I admit nothing,” replied Viviana. “But I affirm that I am his true
and loyal subject.”
“You cannot expect us to believe your assertion,” replied the Earl;
“unless you approve it by declaring all you know touching this
conspiracy.”
“I have already told you, my lord,” she returned, “that my lips are
sealed on that subject.”
“You disclaim, then, all knowledge of a plot against the King's life,
and against his government?” pursued Salisbury.
Viviana shook her head.
“You refuse to give up the names of your companions, or to reveal
their intentions?” continued the Earl.
“I do,” she answered, firmly.
“Your obstinacy will not save them,” rejoined the Earl, in a severe
tone, and after a brief pause. “Their names and their atrocious
designs are known to us.”
“If such be the case,” replied Viviana, “why interrogate me on the
subject?”
“Because—but it is needless to give a reason for the course which
justice requires me to pursue,” returned the Earl. “You are implicated
in this plot, and nothing can save you from condign punishment but
a frank and full confession.
“Nothing can save me then, my lord,” replied Viviana; “but Heaven
knows I shall perish unjustly.”
A consultation was then held by the lords of the council, who
whispered together for a few minutes. Viviana regarded them
anxiously, but suffered no expression of uneasiness to escape her. As
they again turned towards her, she saw from their looks, some of
which exhibited great commiseration for her, that they had come to
a decision (she could not doubt what) respecting her fate. Her heart
stopped beating, and she could scarcely support herself. Such,
however, was the control she exercised over herself that, though
filled with terror, her demeanour remained unaltered. She was not
long kept in suspense. Fixing his searching gaze upon her, the Earl of
Salisbury observed in a severe tone,
“Viviana Radcliffe, I ask you for the last time whether you will avow
the truth?”
No answer was returned.
“I will not disguise from you,” continued the Earl, “that your youth,
your beauty, your constancy, and, above all, your apparent
innocence, have deeply interested me, as well as the other noble
persons here assembled to interrogate you, and who would willingly
save you from the sufferings you will necessarily undergo, from a
mistaken fidelity to the heinous traitors with whom you are so
unhappily leagued. I would give you time to reflect did I think the
delay would answer any good purpose. I would remind you that no
oath of secresy, however solemn, can be binding in an unrighteous
cause. I would tell you that your first duty is to your prince and
governor, and that it is as great a crime, as unpardonable in the eyes
of God as of man, to withhold the revelation of a conspiracy against
the State, should it come to your knowledge, as to conspire against
it yourself. I would lay all this before you. I would show you the
magnitude of your offence, the danger in which you stand, and the
utter impossibility of screening your companions, who, ere long, will
be confronted with you,—did I think it would avail. But, as you
continue obstinate, justice must take its course.”
“I am prepared for the worst, my lord,” replied Viviana, humbly. “I
thank your lordship for your consideration: but I take you all to
witness that I profess the utmost loyalty and devotion for my
sovereign, and that, whatever may be my fate, those feelings will
remain unchanged to the last.”
“Your manner and your words are so sincere, that, were not your
conduct at variance with them, they might convince us,” returned
the Earl. “As it is, even if we could credit your innocence, we are
bound to act as if you were guilty. You will be committed to the
Tower till his Majesty's pleasure is known. And I grieve to add, if you
still continue obstinate, the severest measures will be resorted to, to
extract the truth from you.”
As he concluded, he attached his signature to a warrant which was
lying on the table before him, and traced a few lines to Sir William
Waad, lieutenant of the Tower.
This done, he handed the papers to Topcliffe, and waving his hand,
Viviana was removed to the chamber in which she had been
previously confined, and where she was detained under a strict
guard, until Topcliffe, who had left her, returned to say that all was
in readiness, and bidding her follow him, led the way to the river-
side, where a wherry, manned by six rowers, was waiting for them.
The night was profoundly dark, and, as none of the guard carried
torches, their course was steered in perfect obscurity. But the rowers
were too familiar with the river to require the guidance of light.
Shooting the bridge in safety, and pausing only for a moment to give
the signal of their approach to the sentinels on the ramparts, they
passed swiftly under the low-browed arch of Traitor's Gate.
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