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<h2> CHAPTER XXVI. A Secret Friend. </h2>
<p>When Sir Jocelyn again became conscious, he found he had been transported
to a different cell, which, in comparison with the "Stone Coffin," was
clean and comfortable. The walls were of stone, and the pallet on which he
was laid was of straw, but the place was dry, and free from the noisome
effluvium pervading the lower dungeon. The consideration shown him
originated in the conviction on the part of the deputy-warden, that the
young man must die if left in his wounded state in that unwholesome vault,
and so the removal took place, in spite of the objections raised to it by
Sir Giles Mompesson, who would have willingly let him perish. But Master
Tunstall dreaded an inquiry, as the prisoner had not yet been sentenced by
the Council.</p>
<p>After glancing round his cell, and endeavouring recal the events that had
conducted him to it, Sir Jocelyn tried to raise himself, but found his
limbs so stiff that he could not accomplish his object, and he sank back
with a groan. At this moment the door opened, and Grimbald, accompanied by
a repulsive-looking personage, with a face like a grinning mask, advanced
towards the pallet.</p>
<p>"This is the wounded man, Master Luke Hatton," said the jailer; "you will
exert your best skill to cure him; and you must use dispatch, in case he
should be summoned before the Council."</p>
<p>"The Council must come to him if they desire to interrogate him now,"
replied Luke Hatton; adding, after he had examined the injuries received
by the young knight, "He is badly hurt, but not so severely as I expected.
I will undertake to set him upon his legs in three days. I did as much for
Sir Giles Mompesson, and he was wounded in the same manner."</p>
<p>"Why, this is the young knight who struck down Sir Giles at the jousts,"
said Grimbald. "Strange! you should have two mortal enemies to deal with."</p>
<p>"Is this Sir Jocelyn Mounchensey?" inquired Luke Hatton, with apparent
curiosity. "You did not tell me so before."</p>
<p>"Perhaps I ought not to have told you so now," returned the other. "But do
you take any interest in him?"</p>
<p>"Not much," replied the apothecary; "but I have heard his name often
mentioned of late. You need not be uneasy about this young man being
summoned before the Star-Chamber. The great case of the Countess of Exeter
against Lady Lake comes on before the King and the Lords of the Council
to-morrow or next day, and it will occupy all their attention. They will
have no time for aught else."</p>
<p>"What think you will be the judgment in that case?" inquired Grimbald.</p>
<p>"I have my own opinion," returned the apothecary, with a significant
smile; "but I care not to reveal it. I am a witness in the case myself,
and something may depend on my evidence. You asked me just now whether I
took any interest in this young man. I will tell you what surprised me to
find him here. Sir Francis Mitchell has taken it into his head to rob him
of his intended bride."</p>
<p>"Ah! indeed!" exclaimed the jailer, with a laugh. "The old dotard does not
mean to marry her?"</p>
<p>"By my troth but he does—and the wedding is to be a grand one. I
will tell you more about it anon."</p>
<p>At this moment Sir Jocelyn, who had hitherto remained with his eyes
closed, uttered a cry of anguish, and again vainly endeavoured to raise
himself.</p>
<p>"Aveline married to Sir Francis?" he cried. "Said you she was to be forced
into a union with that hoary miscreant? It must be prevented."</p>
<p>"I see not how it can be, Sir Jocelyn," replied Luke Hatton, "since she is
in the power of Sir Giles Mompesson. Besides which, the 'hoary miscreant,'
as you style him, will take means to ensure her acquiescence."</p>
<p>"Means! what means?" demanded Sir Jocelyn, writhing in agony.</p>
<p>"A love-potion," replied Luke Hatton, calmly, "I am about to prepare a
philter for her, and will answer for its effect. She will be the old
knight's, and without opposition."</p>
<p>"Infernal villain! and that I should be lying here, unable to give her
aid!"</p>
<p>And overcome by the intensity of his emotion, as well as by acute bodily
suffering, Sir Jocelyn relapsed into insensibility.</p>
<p>He was not, however, suffered to remain long in this state. Stimulants
applied by Luke Hatton soon restored him to consciousness. The first
object his gaze fell upon was the apothecary, and he was about to vent his
fury upon him in words, when the latter, cautiously raising his finger to
his lips, said in a whisper—"I am a friend. Grimbald is only at the
door, and a single exclamation on your part will betray me." He then
leaned down, and bringing his lips almost close to the young knight's ear,
whispered—"What I said before the jailer was correct. I have been
applied to by Sir Francis for a philter to be administered to Mistress
Aveline, and I have promised it to him; but I am secretly in the service
of Clement Lanyere, and will defeat the old usurer's villainous designs."</p>
<p>Sir Jocelyn could not repress a cry of delight, and Grimbald entered the
cell.</p>
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