First Published 1834
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ISBN 0-594-01814-4
Contents
BOOK I.—THE WEDDING RING
The Vault
The Skeleton Hand
The Park
The Hall
Sir Reginald Rookwood
Sir Piers Rookwood
The Return
An Irish Adventure
An English Adventurer
Ranulph Rookwood
Lady Rookwood
The Chamber of Death
The Brothers
BOOK II.—THE SEXTON
The Storm
The Funeral Oration
The Churchyard
The Funeral
The Captive
The Apparition
BOOK III.—THE GIPSY
A Morning Ride
A Gipsy Encampment
Sybil
Barbara Lovel
The Inauguration
Eleanor Mowbray
Mrs. Mowbray
The Parting
The Philter
St. Cyprian's Cell
The Bridal
Alan Rookwood
Mr. Coates
Dick Turpin
BOOK IV.—THE RIDE TO YORK
The Rendezvous at Kilburn
Tom King
A Surprise
The Hue and Cry
The Short Pipe
Black Bess
The York Stage
A Road-side Inn
Excitement
The Gibbet
The Phantom Steed
Cawood Ferry
BOOK V.—THE OATH
The Hut on Thorne Waste
Major Mowbray
Handassah
The Dower of Sybil
The Sarcophagus
Illustrations
'By the powers! But it shall do, anyhow … You've bullied me long enough.'
'Sir Reginald passed his rapier through his brother's body'
'An Individual known at the hall as Jack Palmer.'
'Disobey me, and your blood be upon your own head.'
'By heaven! It is the fiend himself upon a Black Horse.'
'Thunders of Applause.'
'I am Sir Luke Rookwood.'
'Bess charged and cleared the lower part of the mouldering priory walls.'
'And art thou gone, Bess!'
'Luke drew in the rein beneath one of the largest of the trees.'
BOOK I
THE WEDDING RING
It has been observed, and I am apt to believe it is an observation which will generally be found true, that before a terrible truth comes to light, there are certain murmuring whispers fly before it, and prepare the minds of men for the reception of the truth itself.
CHAPTER I
THE VAULT
WITHIN a sepulchral vault, and at midnight, two persons were seated. The chamber was of singular construction and considerable extent. The roof was of solid stone masonry, and rose in a wide semicircular arch to the height of about seventeen feet, measured from the centre of the ceiling to the ground floor, while the sides were divided by slight partition-walls into ranges of low narrow catacombs. The entrance to each cavity was surmounted by an obtusely-pointed arch, resting upon slender granite pillars; and the intervening space was filled up with a variety of tablets, escutcheons, shields, and inscriptions, recording the titles and heraldic honours of the departed. There were no doors to the niches; and within might be seen piles of coffins, packed one upon another, till the floor groaned with the weight of lead.
Against one of the pillars, upon a hook, hung a rack of tattered, time-out-of-mind hatchments; and in the centre of the tomb might be seen the effigies of Sir Ranulph de Rokewode, the builder of the mausoleum, and the founder of the race who slept within its walls. This statue, wrought in black marble, differed from most monumental carved-work, in that its posture was erect and life-like. Sir Ranulph was represented as sheathed in a complete suit of mail, decorated with his emblazoned and gilded surcoat, his arm leaning upon the pommel of a weighty curtal- axe. The attitude was that of stern repose. A conically-formed helmet rested upon the brow; the beaver was raised, and revealed harsh but commanding features. The golden spur of knighthood was fixed upon the heel; and at the feet, enshrined in a costly sarcophagus of marble, dug from the same quarry as the statue, rested the mortal remains of one of 'the sternest knights to his mortal foe that ever put speare in the rest.'
Streaming in a wavering line upon the roof, the sickly flame of the candle partially fell upon the human figures before alluded to, throwing them into darkest relief, and casting their opaque and fantastical shadows along the ground. An old coffin upon a bier, we have said, served the mysterious twain for a seat. Between them stood a bottle and a glass, evidences that whatever might be the ulterior object of their stealthy communion, the immediate comfort of the creature had not been altogether overlooked.
At the feet of one of the personages were laid a mattock, a horn lantern (from which the candle had been removed), a crowbar, and a bunch of keys. Near to these implements of a vocation which the reader will readily surmise, rested a strange superannuated terrier with a wiry back and frosted muzzle; a head minus an ear, and a leg wanting a paw. His master, for such we shall suppose him, was an old man with a lofty forehead, covered with a singularly shaped nightcap, and clothed, as to his lower limbs, with tight, ribbed, grey worsted hose, ascending externally, after a bygone fashion, considerably above the knee. The old man's elbow rested upon the handle of his spade, his wrist supported his chin, and his grey glassy eyes, glimmering like marsh-meteors in the candle-light, were fixed upon his companion with a glance of searching scrutiny.
