“For the time,” said the Squire. “But those interfering fools must, and will be punished, which is annoying, as it will disrupt our schedule. Meanwhile, however, to business. Will our new member identify himself by displaying his emblem?”
A man to his left held up the tiny figure of lapis lazuli and sapphires that Rossiter had found in the home of Sir Louis Derrydene.
The Squire raised his diamond-studded miniature. In turn, the others lifted their figures, the emerald, then the ruby, followed by a topaz, and finally, an opal.
“You know, new bearer of the sapphire, to what we are committed?” asked the Squire.
“To a new England,” replied the novice, bowing. “Purged of the yokes of royalty and religion. A republic wherein the common men may share equally and none rise above the level of his neighbour.”
“You know,” intoned the bearer of the emerald figure, “who shall rule?”
The new member bowed again. “The land and all within shall be ruled by a committee of gentlemen qualified not merely by birth but by intelligence, an ability for leadership, and a willingness to act without regard for the conventions and restrictions of the past.”
“And you know,” said the man holding the ruby figure, “who selected you? And who is known to each of us?”
“I was selected by letter,” answered the newcomer with yet another bow. “I do not know who sent it. None of us is known to any other. Save only the Squire.”
The Squire bowed to him, and each in turn, the others bowed.
“Are you prepared,” enquired the man with the emerald figure, “to submit to the initiation?”
“I am prepared.”
The Squire turned and led the way to the rear of the room. The holder of the opal emblem carried over the single candlestick. It could be seen then that the walls were fashioned of stone blocks, shiny with moisture and green with lichen. An archway stood out from the solid rock of the rear wall, enclosing what appeared to have been at some time in the distant past, a small marble trough or water bowl. Set at waist level, it was dry now, but around the edge of the top ran a most elegant carving wherein deeply etched flowers and leaves intertwined.
The Squire stepped back and as the others moved closer to the bowl, he levelled a deadly duelling pistol. “You may proceed,” he said. “In the appointed order. And then we shall begin our meeting.”
They gathered closer about the bowl and one by one stepped back. At the end, the Squire relinquished the pistol to the man who had held the emerald figure. The pistol was trained steadily on the Squire and he stepped forward.
There was a whisper of sound.
A moment later, the room was empty, and the darkness and chill of the centuries once more held sway.
