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olks call her My Lady。〃
And meanwhile the cliffs are lined with pike…men and musketeers； and by every countryman and groom who can bear arms； led by their squires and sheriffs； marching eastward as fast as their weapons let them； towards the Dover shore。 And not with them alone。 From many a mile inland come down women and children； and aged folk in wagons； to join their feeble shouts； and prayers which are not feeble； to that great cry of mingled faith and fear which ascends to the throne of God from the spectators of Britain's Salamis。
Let them pray on。 The danger is not over yet； though Lord Howard has had news from Newhaven that the Guises will not stir against England； and Seymour and Winter have left their post of observation on the Flemish shores； to make up the number of the fleet to an hundred and forty saillarger； slightly； than that of the Spanish fleet； but of not more than half the tonnage； or one third the number of men。 The Spaniards are dispirited and battered； but unbroken still； and as they slide to their anchorage in Calais Roads on the Saturday evening of that most memorable week； all prudent men know well that England's hour is come； and that the bells which will call all Christendom to church upon the morrow morn； will be either the death…knell or the triumphal peal of the Reformed faith throughout the world。
A solemn day that Sabbath must have been in country and in town。 And many a light…hearted coward； doubtless； who had scoffed （as many did） at the notion of the Armada's coming； because he dare not face the thought； gave himself up to abject fear； 〃as he now plainly saw and heard that of which before he would not be persuaded。〃 And many a brave man； too； as he knelt beside his wife and daughters； felt his heart sink to the very pavement； at the thought of what those beloved ones might be enduring a few short days hence； from a profligate and fanatical soldiery； or from the more deliberate fiendishness of the Inquisition。 The massacre of St。 Bartholomew； the fires of Smithfield； the immolation of the Moors； the extermination of the West Indians； the fantastic horrors of the Piedmontese persecution； which make unreadable the too truthful pages of Morland；these were the spectres； which； not as now； dim and distant through the mist of centuries； but recent； bleeding from still gaping wounds； flitted before the eyes of every Englishman； and filled his brain and heart with fire。
He knew full well the fate in store for him and his。 One false step； and the unspeakable doom which； not two generations afterwards； befell the Lutherans of Magdeburg； would have befallen every town from London to Carlisle。 All knew the hazard； as they prayed that day； and many a day before and after； throughout England and the Netherlands。 And none knew it better than she who was the guiding spirit of that devoted land； and the especial mark of the invaders' fury； and who； by some Divine inspiration （as men then not unwisely held）； devised herself the daring stroke which was to anticipate the coming blow。
But where is Amyas Leigh all this while？ Day after day he has been seeking the Sta。 Catharina in the thickest of the press； and cannot come at her； cannot even hear of her： one moment he dreads that she has sunk by night； and balked him of his prey； the next； that she has repaired her damages； and will escape him after all。 He is moody； discontented； restless； even （for the first time in his life） peevish with his men。 He can talk of nothing but Don Guzman； he can find no better employment； at every spare moment； than taking his sword out of the sheath； and handling it； fondling it； talking to it even； bidding it not to fail him in the day of vengeance。 At last； he has sent to Squire； the armorer； for a whetstone； and； half…ashamed of his own folly； whets and polishes it in bye…corners； muttering to himself。 That one fixed thought of selfish vengeance has possessed his whole mind； he forgets England's present need； her past triumph； his own safety； everything but his brother's blood。 And yet this is the day for which he has been longing ever since he brought home that magic horn as a fifteen years boy； the day when he should find himself face to face with an invader； and that invader Antichrist himself。 He has believed for years with Drake； Hawkins； Grenville； and Raleigh； that he was called and sent into the world only to fight the Spaniard： and he is fighting him now； in such a cause； for such a stake； within such battle…lists； as he will never see again： and yet he is not content； and while throughout that gallant fleet； whole crews are receiving the Communion side by side； and rising with cheerful faces to shake hands； and to rejoice that they are sharers in Britain's Salamis； Amyas turns away from the holy elements。
〃I cannot communicate； Sir John。 Charity with all men？ I hate； if ever man hated on earth。〃
〃You hate the Lord's foes only； Captain Leigh。〃
〃No； Jack； I hate my own as well。〃
〃But no one in the fleet； sir？〃
〃Don't try to put me off with the same Jesuit's quibble which that false knave Parson Fletcher invented for one of Doughty's men； to drug his conscience withal when he was plotting against his own admiral。 No； Jack； I hate one of whom you know； and somehow that hatred of him keeps me from loving any human being。 I am in love and charity with no man； Sir John Brimblecombenot even with you！ Go your ways in God's name； sir！ and leave me and the devil alone together； or you'll find my words are true。〃
Jack departed with a sigh； and while the crew were receiving the Communion on deck； Amyas sate below in the cabin sharpening his sword； and after it； called for a boat and went on board Drake's ship to ask news of the Sta。 Catharina； and listened scowling to the loud chants and tinkling bells； which came across the water from the Spanish fleet。 At last； Drake was summoned by the lord admiral； and returned with a secret commission； which ought to bear fruit that night； and Amyas； who had gone with him； helped him till nightfall； and then returned to his own ship as Sir Amyas Leigh； Knight； to the joy and glory of every soul on board； except his moody self。
So there； the livelong summer Sabbath…day； before the little high… walled town and the long range of yellow sandhills； lie those two mighty armaments； scowling at each other； hardly out of gunshot。 Messenger after messenger is hurrying towards Bruges to the Duke of Parma； for light craft which can follow these nimble English somewhat better than their own floating castles； and； above all； entreating him to put to sea at once with all his force。 The duke is not with his forces at Dunkirk； but on the future field of Waterloo； paying his devotions to St。 Mary of Halle in Hainault； in order to make all sure in his Pantheon； and already sees in visions of the night that gentle…souled and pure…lipped saint； Cardinal Allen； placing the crown of England on his head。 He returns for answer； first； that his victual is not ready； next； that his Dutch sailors； who have been kept at their post for many a week at the sword's point； have run away like water； and thirdly； that over and above all； he cannot come； so 〃strangely provi