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FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN ETEXTS*Ver.04.29.93*END* + + + + + +This Etext prepared by an anonymous Project Gutenberg volunteer. + + + + + +SIR NIGEL + +by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle + + + + +CONTENT + + + +I. THE HOUSE OF LORING + +II. HOW THE DEVIL CAME TO WAVERLEY + +III. THE YELLOW HORSE OF CROOKSBURY + +IV. HOW THE SUMMONER CAME TO THE MANOR HOUSE OF TILFORD + +V. HOW NIGEL WAS TRIED BY THE ABBOT OF WAVERLEY + +VI. IN WHICH LADY ERMYNTRUDE OPENS THE IRON COFFER + +VII. HOW NIGEL WENT MARKETING TO GUILFORD + +VIII. HOW THE KING HAWKED ON CROOKSBURY HEATH + +IX. HOW NIGEL HELD THE BRIDGE AT TILFORD + +X. HOW THE KING GREETED HIS SENESCHAL OF CALAIS + +XI. IN THE HALL OF THE KNIGHT OF DUPLIN + +XII. HOW NIGEL FOUGHT THE TWISTED MAN OF SHALFORD + +XIII. HOW THE COMRADES JOURNEYED DOWN THE OLD, OLD ROAD + +XIV. HOW NIGEL CHASED THE RED FERRET + +XV. HOW THE RED FERRET CAME TO COSFORD + +XVI. HOW THE KING'S COURT FEASTED IN CALAIS CASTLE + +XVII. THE SPANIARDS ON THE SEA + +XVIII. HOW BLACK SIMON CLAIMED FORFEIT FROM THE KING OF SARK + +XIX. HOW A SQUIRE OF ENGLAND MET A SQUIRE OF FRANCE + +XX. HOW THE ENGLISH ATTEMPTED THE CASTLE OF LA BROHINIERE + +XXI. HOW THE SECOND MESSENGER WENT TO COSFORD + +XXII. HOW ROBERT OF BEAUMANOIR CAME TO FLOERMEL + +XXIII. HOW THIRTY OF JOSSELIN ENCOUNTERED THIRTY OF FLOERMEL + +XXIV. HOW NIGEL WAS CALLED TO HIS MASTER + +XXV. HOW THE KING OF FRANCE HELD COUNSEL AT MAUPERTUIS + +XXVI. HOW NIGEL FOUND HIS THIRD DEED + +XXVII. HOW THE THIRD MESSENGER CAME TO COSFORD + + + + +INTRODUCTION + + +Dame History is so austere a lady that if one, has been so +ill-advised as to take a liberty with her, one should hasten to +make amends by repentance and confession. Events have been +transposed to the extent of some few months in this narrative in +order to preserve the continuity and evenness of the story. I +hope so small a divergence may seem a venial error after so many +centuries. For the rest, it is as accurate as a good deal of +research and hard work could make it. + +The matter of diction is always a question of taste and discretion +in a historical reproduction. In the year 1350 the upper classes +still spoke Norman-French, though they were just beginning to +condescend to English. The lower classes spoke the English of the +original Piers Plowman text, which would be considerably more +obscure than their superiors' French if the two were now +reproduced or imitated. The most which the chronicles can do is +to catch the cadence and style of their talk, and to infuse here +and there such a dash of the archaic as may indicate their fashion +of speech. + +I am aware that there are incidents which may strike the modern +reader as brutal and repellent. It is useless, however, to draw +the Twentieth Century and label it the Fourteenth. It was a +sterner age, and men's code of morality, especially in matters of +cruelty, was very different. There is no incident in the text for +which very good warrant may not be given. The fantastic graces of +Chivalry lay upon the surface of life, but beneath it was a +half-savage population, fierce and animal, with little ruth or +mercy. It was a raw, rude England, full of elemental passions, +and redeemed only by elemental virtues. Such I have tried to draw it. + +For good or bad, many books have gone to the building of this one. +I look round my study table and I survey those which lie with me +at the moment, before I happily disperse them forever. I see La +Croix's "Middle Ages," Oman's "Art of War," Rietstap's "Armorial +General," De la Borderie's "Histoire de Bretagne," Dame Berner's +"Boke of St. Albans," "The Chronicle of Jocelyn of Brokeland," +"The Old Road," Hewitt's "Ancient Armour," Coussan's "Heraldry," +Boutell's "Arms," Browne's "Chaucer's England," Cust's "Scenes of +the Middle Ages," Husserand's "Wayfaring Life," Ward's "Canterbury +Pilgrims;" Cornish's "Chivalry," Hastings' "British Archer," +Strutt's "Sports," Johnes Froissart, Hargrove's "Archery," +Longman's "Edward III," Wright's "Domestic Manners." With these +and many others I have lived for months. If I have been unable to +combine and transfer their effect, the fault is mine. + +ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE. + +"UNDERSHAW," November 30, 1905. + + + + +I. THE HOUSE OF LORING + + +In the month of July of the year 1348, between the feasts of St. +Benedict and of St. Swithin, a strange thing came upon England, +for out of the east there drifted a monstrous cloud, purple and +piled, heavy with evil, climbing slowly up the hushed heaven. In +the shadow of that strange cloud the leaves drooped in the trees, +the birds ceased their calling, and the cattle and the sheep +gathered cowering under the hedges. A gloom fell upon all the +land, and men stood with their eyes upon the strange cloud and a +heaviness upon their hearts. They crept into the churches where +the trembling people were blessed and shriven by the trembling +priests. Outside no bird flew, and there came no rustling from +the woods, nor any of the homely sounds of Nature. All was still, +and nothing moved, save only the great cloud which rolled up and +onward, with fold on fold from the black horizon. To the west was +the light summer sky, to the east this brooding cloud-bank, +creeping ever slowly across, until the last thin blue gleam faded +away and the whole vast sweep of the heavens was one great leaden +arch. + +Then the rain began to fall. All day it rained, and all the night +and all the week and all the month, until folk had forgotten the +blue heavens and the gleam of the sunshine. It was not heavy, but +it was steady and cold and unceasing, so that the people were +weary of its hissing and its splashing, with the slow drip from +the eaves. Always the same thick evil cloud flowed from east to +west with the rain beneath it. None could see for more than a +bow-shot from their dwellings for the drifting veil of the +rain-storms. Every morning the folk looked upward for a break, +but their eyes rested always upon the same endless cloud, until at +last they ceased to look up, and their hearts despaired of ever +seeing the change. It was raining at Lammas-tide and raining at +the Feast of the Assumption and still raining at Michaelmas. The +crops and the hay, sodden and black, had rotted in the fields, for +they were not worth the garnering. The sheep had died, and the +calves also, so there was little to kill when Martinmas came and +it was time to salt the meat for the winter. They feared a +famine, but it was worse than famine which was in store for them. + +For the rain had ceased at last, and a sickly autumn sun shone +upon a land which was soaked and sodden with water. Wet and +rotten leaves reeked and festered under the foul haze which rose +from the woods. The fields were spotted with monstrous fungi of a +size and color never matched before--scarlet and mauve and liver +and black. It was as though the sick earth had burst into foul +pustules; mildew and lichen mottled the walls, and with that +filthy crop Death sprang also from the water-soaked earth. Men +died, and women and children, the baron of the castle, the +franklin on the farm, the monk in the abbey and the villein in his +wattle-and-daub cottage. All breathed the same polluted reek and +all died the same death of corruption. Of those who were stricken +none recovered, and the illness was ever the same--gross boils, +raving, and the black blotches which gave its name to the disease. +All through the winter the dead rotted by the wayside for want of +some one to bury them. In many a village no single man was left +alive. Then at last the spring came with sunshine and health and +lightness and laughter--the greenest, sweetest, tenderest spring +that England had ever known--but only half of England could know +it. The other half had passed away with the great purple cloud. + +Yet it was there in that stream of death, in that reek of +corruption, that the brighter and freer England was born. There +in that dark hour the first streak of the new dawn was seen. For +in no way save by a great upheaval and change could the nation +break away from that iron feudal system which held her limbs. But +now it was a new country which came out from that year of death. +The barons were dead in swaths. No high turret nor cunning moat +could keep out that black commoner who struck them down. + +Oppressive laws slackened for want of those who could enforce +them, and once slackened could never be enforced again. The +laborer would be a slave no longer. The bondsman snapped his +shackles. There was much to do and few left to do it. Therefore +the few should be freemen, name their own price, and work where +and for whom they would. It was the black death which cleared the +way for that great rising thirty years later which left the +English peasant the freest of his class in Europe. + +But there were few so far-sighted that they could see that here, +as ever, good was coming out of evil. At the moment misery and +ruin were brought into every family. The dead cattle, the +ungarnered crops, the untilled lands--every spring of wealth had +dried up at the same moment. Those who were rich became poor; but +those who were poor already, and especially those who were poor +with the burden of gentility upon their shoulders, found +themselves in a perilous state. All through England the smaller +gentry were ruined, for they had no trade save war, and they drew +their living from the work of others. On many a manor-house there +came evil times, and on none more than on the Manor of Tilford, +where for many generations the noble family of the Lorings had +held their home. + +There was a time when the Lorings had held the country from the +North Downs to the Lakes of Frensham, and when their grim +castle-keep rising above the green meadows which border the River +Wey had been the strongest fortalice betwixt Guildford Castle in +the east and Winchester in the west. But there came that Barons' +War, in which the King used his Saxon subjects as a whip with +which to scourge his Norman barons, and Castle Loring, like so +many other great strongholds, was swept from the face of the land. +From that time the Lorings, with estates sadly curtailed, lived in +what had been the dower-house, with enough for splendor. + +And then came their lawsuit with Waverley Abbey, and the +Cistercians laid claim to their richest land, with peccary, +turbary and feudal rights over the remainder. It lingered on for +years, this great lawsuit, and when it was finished the men of the +Church and the men of the Law had divided all that was richest of +the estate between them. There was still left the old manor-house +from which with each generation there came a soldier to uphold the +credit of the name and to show the five scarlet roses on the +silver shield where it had always been shown--in the van. There +were twelve bronzes in the little chapel where Matthew the priest +said mass every morning, all of men of the house of Loring. Two +lay with their legs crossed, as being from the Crusades. Six +others rested their feet upon lions, as having died in war. Four +only lay with the effigy of their hounds to show that they had +passed in peace. + +Of this famous but impoverished family, doubly impoverished by law +and by pestilence, two members were living in the year of grace +1349--Lady Ermyntrude Loring and her grandson Nigel. Lady +Ermyntrude's husband had fallen before the Scottish spearsmen at +Stirling, and her son Eustace, Nigel's father, had found a +glorious death nine years before this chronicle opens upon the +poop of a Norman galley at the sea-fight of Sluys. The lonely old +woman, fierce and brooding like the falcon mewed in her chamber, +was soft only toward the lad whom she had brought up. All the +tenderness and love of her nature, so hidden from others that they +could not imagine their existence, were lavished upon him. She +could not bear him away from her, and he, with that respect for +authority which the age demanded, would not go without her +blessing and consent. + +So it came about that Nigel, with his lion heart and with the +blood of a hundred soldiers thrilling in his veins, still at the +age of two and twenty, wasted the weary days reclaiming his hawks +with leash and lure or training the alans and spaniels who shared +with the family the big earthen-floored hall of the manor-house. + +Day by day the aged Lady Ermyntrude had seen him wax in strength +and in manhood, small of stature, it is true, but with muscles of +steel--and a soul of fire. From all parts, from the warden of +Guildford Castle, from the tilt-yard of Farnham, tales of his +prowess were brought back to her, of his daring as a rider, of his +debonair courage, of his skill with all weapons; but still she, +who had both husband and son torn from her by a bloody death, +could not bear that this, the last of the Lorings, the final bud +of so famous an old tree, should share the same fate. With a +weary heart, but with a smiling face, he bore with his uneventful +days, while she would ever put off the evil time until the harvest +was better, until the monks of Waverley should give up what they +had taken, until his uncle should die and leave money for his +outfit, or any other excuse with which she could hold him to her +side. + +And indeed, there was need for a man at Tilford, for the strife +betwixt the Abbey and the manor-house had never been appeased, and +still on one pretext or another the monks would clip off yet one +more slice of their neighbor's land. Over the winding river, +across the green meadows, rose the short square tower and the high +gray walls of the grim Abbey, with its bell tolling by day and +night, a voice of menace and of dread to the little household. + +It is in the heart of the great Cistercian monastery that this +chronicle of old days must take its start, as we trace the feud +betwixt the monks and the house of Loring, with those events to +which it gave birth, ending with the coming of Chandos, the +strange spear-running of Tilford Bridge and the deeds with which +Nigel won fame in the wars. Elsewhere, in the chronicle of the +White Company, it has been set forth what manner of man was Nigel +Loring. Those who love him may read herein those things which +went to his making. Let us go back together and gaze upon this +green stage of England, the scenery, hill, plain and river even as +now, the actors in much our very selves, in much also so changed +in thought and act that they might be dwellers in another world to +ours. + + + + +II. HOW THE DEVIL CAME TO WAVERLEY + + +The day was the first of May, which was the Festival of the +Blessed Apostles Philip and James. The year was the 1,349th from +man's salvation. + +From tierce to sext, and then again from sext to nones, Abbot John +of the House of Waverley had been seated in his study while he +conducted the many high duties of his office. All around for many +a mile on every side stretched the fertile and flourishing estate +of which he was the master. In the center lay the broad Abbey +buildings, with church and cloisters, hospitium, chapter-house and +frater-house, all buzzing with a busy life. Through the open +window came the low hum of the voices of the brethren as they +walked in pious converse in the ambulatory below. From across the +cloister there rolled the distant rise and fall of a Gregorian +chant, where the precentor was hard at work upon the choir, while +down in the chapter-house sounded the strident voice of Brother +Peter, expounding the rule of Saint Bernard to the novices. + +Abbot John rose to stretch his cramped limbs. He looked out at +the greensward of the cloister, and at the graceful line of open +Gothic arches which skirted a covered walk for the brethren +within. Two and two in their black-and-white garb with slow step +and heads inclined, they paced round and round. Several of the +more studious had brought their illuminating work from the +scriptorium, and sat in the warm sunshine with their little +platters of pigments and packets of gold-leaf before them, their +shoulders rounded and their faces sunk low over the white sheets +of vellum. There too was the copper-worker with his burin and +graver. Learning and art were not traditions with the Cistercians +as with the parent Order of the Benedictines, and yet the library +of Waverley was well filled both with precious books and with +pious students. + +But the true glory of the Cistercian lay in his outdoor work, and +so ever and anon there passed through the cloister some sunburned +monk, soiled mattock or shovel in hand, with his gown looped to +his knee, fresh from the fields or the garden. The lush green +water-meadows speckled with the heavy-fleeced sheep, the acres of +corn-land reclaimed from heather and bracken, the vineyards on the +southern slope of Crooksbury Hill, the rows of Hankley fish-ponds, +the Frensham marshes drained and sown with vegetables, the +spacious pigeon-cotes, all circled the great Abbey round with the +visible labors of the Order. + +The Abbot's full and florid face shone with a quiet content as he +looked out at his huge but well-ordered household. Like every +head of a prosperous Abbey, Abbot John, the fourth of the name, +was a man of various accomplishments. Through his own chosen +instruments he had to minister a great estate and to keep order +and decorum among a large body of men living a celibate life. He +was a rigid disciplinarian toward all beneath him, a supple +diplomatist to all above. He held high debate with neighboring +abbots and lords, with bishops, with papal legates, and even on +occasion with the King's majesty himself. Many were the subjects +with which he must be conversant. Questions of doctrine, +questions of building, points of forestry, of agriculture, of +drainage, of feudal law, all came to the Abbot for settlement. He +held the scales of justice in all the Abbey banlieue which +stretched over many a mile of Hampshire and of Surrey. To the +monks his displeasure might mean fasting, exile to some sterner +community, or even imprisonment in chains. Over the layman also +he could hold any punishment save only corporeal death, instead of +which he had in hand the far more dreadful weapon of spiritual +excommunication. + +Such were the powers of the Abbot, and it is no wonder that there +were masterful lines in the ruddy features of Abbot John, or that +the brethren, glancing up, should put on an even meeker carriage +and more demure expression as they saw the watchful face in the +window above them. + +A knock at the door of his studio recalled the Abbot to his +immediate duties, and he returned to his desk. Already he had +spoken with his cellarer and prior, almoner, chaplain and lector, +but now in the tall and gaunt monk who obeyed his summons to enter +he recognized the most important and also the most importunate of +his agents, Brother Samuel the sacrist, whose office, +corresponding to that of the layman's bailiff, placed the material +interests of the monastery and its dealings with the outer world +entirely under his control, subject only to the check of the +Abbot. Brother Samuel was a gnarled and stringy old monk whose +stern and sharp-featured face reflected no light from above but +only that sordid workaday world toward which it was forever +turned. A huge book of accounts was tucked under one of his arms, +while a great bunch of keys hung from the other hand, a badge of +his office, and also on occasion of impatience a weapon of +offense, as many a scarred head among rustics and lay brothers +could testify. + +The Abbot sighed wearily, for he suffered much at the hands of his +strenuous agent. "Well, Brother Samuel, what is your will?" he +asked. + +"Holy father, I have to report that I have sold the wool to Master +Baldwin of Winchester at two shillings a bale more than it fetched +last year, for the murrain among the sheep has raised the price." + +"You have done well, brother." + +"I have also to tell you that I have distrained Wat the warrener +from his cottage, for his Christmas rent is still unpaid, nor the +hen-rents of last year." + +"He has a wife and four children, brother." He was a good, easy +man, the Abbot, though liable to be overborne by his sterner +subordinate. + +"It is true, holy father; but if I should pass him, then how am I +to ask the rent of the foresters of Puttenham, or the hinds in the +village? Such a thing spreads from house to house, and where then +is the wealth of Waverley?" + +"What else, Brother Samuel?" + +"There is the matter of the fish-ponds." + +The Abbot's face brightened. It was a subject upon which he was +an authority. If the rule of his Order had robbed him of the +softer joys of life, he had the keener zest for those which +remained. + +"How have the char prospered, brother?" + +"They have done well, holy father, but the carp have died in the +Abbot's pond." + +"Carp prosper only upon a gravel bottom. They must be put in also +in their due proportion, three milters to one spawner, brother +sacrist, and the spot must be free from wind, stony and sandy, an +ell deep, with willows and grass upon the banks. Mud for tench, +brother, gravel for carp." + +The sacrist leaned forward with the face of one who bears tidings +of woe. "There are pike in the Abbot's pond," said he. + +"Pike!" cried the Abbot in horror. "As well shut up a wolf in our +sheepfold. How came a pike in the pond? There were no pike last +year, and a pike does not fall with the rain nor rise in the +springs. The pond must be drained, or we shall spend next Lent +upon stockfish, and have the brethren down with the great sickness +ere Easter Sunday has come to absolve us from our abstinence." + +"The pond shall be drained, holy father; I have already ordered +it. Then we shall plant pot-herbs on the mud bottom, and after we +have gathered them in, return the fish and water once more from +the lower pond, so that they may fatten among the rich stubble." + +"Good!" cried the Abbot. "I would have three fish-stews in every +well-ordered house--one dry for herbs, one shallow for the fry +and the yearlings, and one deep for the breeders and the +tablefish. But still, I have not heard you say how the pike came +in the Abbot's pond." + +A spasm of anger passed over the fierce face of the sacrist, and +his keys rattled as his bony hand clasped them more tightly. +"Young Nigel Loring!" said he. "He swore that he would do us +scathe, and in this way he has done it." + +"How know you this?" + +"Six weeks ago he was seen day by day fishing for pike at the +great Lake of Frensham. Twice at night he has been met with a +bundle of straw under his arm on the Hankley Down. Well, I wot +that the straw was wet and that a live pike lay within it." + +The Abbot shook his head. "I have heard much of this youth's wild +ways; but now indeed he has passed all bounds if what you say be +truth. It was bad enough when it was said that he slew the King's +deer in Woolmer Chase, or broke the head of Hobbs the chapman, so +that he lay for seven days betwixt life and death in our +infirmary, saved only by Brother Peter's skill in the pharmacies +of herbs; but to put pike in the Abbot's pond--why should he play +such a devil's prank?" + +"Because he hates the House of Waverley, holy father; because he +swears that we hold his father's land." + +"In which there is surely some truth." + +"But, holy father, we hold no more than the law has allowed." + +"True, brother, and yet between ourselves, we may admit that the +heavier purse may weigh down the scales of Justice. When I have +passed the old house and have seen that aged woman with her +ruddled cheeks and her baleful eyes look the curses she dare not +speak, I have many a time wished that we had other neighbors." + +"That we can soon bring about, holy father. Indeed, it is of it +that I wished to speak to you. Surely it is not hard for us to +drive them from the country-side. There are thirty years' claims +of escuage unsettled, and there is Sergeant Wilkins, the lawyer of +Guildford, whom I will warrant to draw up such arrears of dues and +rents and issues of hidage and fodder-corn that these folk, who +are as beggarly as they are proud, will have to sell the roof-tree +over them ere they can meet them. Within three days I will have +them at our mercy." + +"They are an ancient family and of good repute. I would not treat +them too harshly, brother." + +"Bethink you of the pike in the carp pond!" + +The Abbot hardened his heart at the thought. "It was indeed a +devil's deed--when we had but newly stocked it with char and with +carp. Well, well, the law is the law, and if you can use it to +hurt, it is still lawful to do so. Have these claims been +advanced?" + +"Deacon the bailiff with his two varlets went down to the Hall +yesternight on the matter of the escuage, and came screaming back +with this young hothead raging at their heels. He is small and +slight, yet he has the strength of many men in the hour of his +wrath. The bailiff swears that he will go no more, save with half +a score of archers to uphold him." + +The Abbot was red with anger at this new offense. "I will teach +him that the servants of Holy Church, even though we of the rule +of Saint Bernard be the lowliest and humblest of her children, can +still defend their own against the froward and the violent! Go, +cite this man before the Abbey court. Let him appear in the +chapter-house after tierce to-morrow." + +But the wary sacrist shook his head: "Nay, holy father, the times +are not yet ripe. Give me three days, I pray you, that my case +against him may be complete. Bear in mind that the father and the +grandfather of this unruly squire were both famous men of their +day and the foremost knights in the King's own service, living in +high honor and dying in their knightly duty. The Lady Ermyntrude +Loring was first lady to the King's mother. Roger FitzAlan of +Farnham and Sir Hugh Walcott of Guildford Castle were each old +comrades-in-arms of Nigel's father, and sib to him on the distaff +side. Already there has been talk that we have dealt harshly with +them. Therefore, my rede is that we be wise and wary and wait +until his cup be indeed full." + +The Abbot had opened his mouth to reply, when the consultation was +interrupted by a most unwonted buzz of excitement from among the +monks in the cloister below. Questions and answers in excited +voices sounded from one side of the ambulatory to the other. +Sacrist and Abbot were gazing at each other in amazement at such a +breach of the discipline and decorum of their well-trained flock, +when there came a swift step upon the stair, and a white-faced +brother flung open the door and rushed into the room. + +"Father Abbot!" he cried. "Alas, alas! Brother John is dead, and +the holy subprior is dead, and the Devil is loose in the five- +virgate field!" + + + + +III. THE YELLOW HORSE OF CROOKSBURY + + +In those simple times there was a great wonder and mystery in +life. Man walked in fear and solemnity, with Heaven very close +above his head, and Hell below his very feet. God's visible hand +was everywhere, in the rainbow and the comet, in the thunder and +the wind. The Devil too raged openly upon the earth; he skulked +behind the hedge-rows in the gloaming; he laughed loudly in the +night-time; he clawed the dying sinner, pounced on the unbaptized +babe, and twisted the limbs of the epileptic. A foul fiend slunk +ever by a man's side and whispered villainies in his ear, while +above him there hovered an angel of grace who pointed to the steep +and narrow track. How could one doubt these things, when Pope and +priest and scholar and King were all united in believing them, +with no single voice of question in the whole wide world? + +Every book read, every picture seen, every tale heard from nurse +or mother, all taught the same lesson. And as a man traveled +through the world his faith would grow the firmer, for go where he +would there were the endless shrines of the saints, each with its +holy relic in the center, and around it the tradition of incessant +miracles, with stacks of deserted crutches and silver votive +hearts to prove them. At every turn he was made to feel how thin +was the veil, and how easily rent, which screened him from the +awful denizens of the unseen world. + +Hence the wild announcement of the frightened monk seemed terrible +rather than incredible to those whom he addressed. The Abbot's +ruddy face paled for a moment, it is true, but he plucked the +crucifix from his desk and rose valiantly to his feet. + +"Lead me to him!" said he. "Show me the foul fiend who dares to +lay his grip upon brethren of the holy house of Saint Bernard! +Run down to my chaplain, brother! Bid him bring the exorcist with +him, and also the blessed box of relics, and the bones of Saint +James from under the altar! With these and a contrite and humble +heart we may show front to all the powers of darkness." + +But the sacrist was of a more critical turn of mind. He clutched +the monk's arm with a grip which left its five purple spots for +many a day to come. + +"Is this the way to enter the Abbot's own chamber, without knock +or reverence, or so much as a `Pax vobiscum'?" said he sternly. +"You were wont to be our gentlest novice, of lowly carriage in +chapter, devout in psalmody and strict in the cloister. Pull your +wits together and answer me straightly. In what form has the foul +fiend appeared, and how has he done this grievous scathe to our +brethren? Have you seen him with your own eyes, or do you repeat +from hearsay? Speak, man, or you stand on the penance-stool in +the chapter-house this very hour!" + +Thus adjured, the frightened monk grew calmer in his bearing, +though his white lips and his startled eyes, with the gasping of +his breath, told of his inward tremors. + +"If it please you, holy father, and you, reverend sacrist, it came +about in this way. James the subprior, and Brother John and I had +spent our day from sext onward on Hankley, cutting bracken for the +cow-houses. We were coming back over the five-virgate field, and +the holy subprior was telling us a saintly tale from the life of +Saint Gregory, when there came a sudden sound like a rushing +torrent, and the foul fiend sprang over the high wall which skirts +the water-meadow and rushed upon us with the speed of the wind. +The lay brother he struck to the ground and trampled into the +mire. Then, seizing the good subprior in his teeth, he rushed +round the field, swinging him as though he were a fardel of old +clothes. + +"Amazed at such a sight, I stood without movement and had said a +credo and three aves, when the Devil dropped the subprior and +sprang upon me. With the help of Saint Bernard I clambered over +the wall, but not before his teeth had found my leg, and he had +torn away the whole back skirt of my gown." As he spoke he turned +and gave corroboration to his story by the hanging ruins of his +long trailing garment. + +"In what shape then did Satan appear?" the Abbot demanded. + +"As a great yellow horse, holy father--a monster horse, with eyes +of fire and the teeth of a griffin." + +"A yellow horse!" The sacrist glared at the scared monk. "You +foolish brother! How will you behave when you have indeed to face +the King of Terrors himself if you can be so frightened by the +sight of a yellow horse? It is the horse of Franklin Aylward, my +father, which has been distrained by us because he owes the Abbey +fifty good shillings and can never hope to pay it. Such a horse, +they say, is not to be found betwixt this and the King's stables +at Windsor, for his sire was a Spanish destrier, and his dam an +Arab mare of the very breed which Saladin, whose soul now reeks in +Hell, kept for his own use, and even it has been said under the +shelter of his own tent. I took him in discharge of the debt, and +I ordered the varlets who had haltered him to leave him alone in +the water-meadow, for I have heard that the beast has indeed a +most evil spirit, and has killed more men than one." + +"It was an ill day for Waverley that you brought such a monster +within its bounds," said the Abbot. "If the subprior and Brother +John be indeed dead, then it would seem that if the horse be not +the Devil he is at least the Devil's instrument." + +"Horse or Devil, holy father, I heard him shout with joy as he +trampled upon Brother John, and had you seen him tossing the +subprior as a dog shakes a rat you would perchance have felt even +as I did." + +"Come then," cried the Abbot, "let us see with our own eyes what +evil has been done." + +And the three monks hurried down the stair which led to the +cloisters. + +They had no sooner descended than their more pressing fears were +set at rest, for at that very moment, limping, disheveled and +mud-stained, the two sufferers were being led in amid a crowd of +sympathizing brethren. Shouts and cries from outside showed, +however, that some further drama was in progress, and both Abbot +and sacrist hastened onward as fast as the dignity of their office +would permit, until they had passed the gates and gained the wall +of the meadow. Looking over it, a remarkable sight presented +itself to their eyes. + +Fetlock deep in the lush grass there stood a magnificent horse, +such a horse as a sculptor or a soldier might thrill to see. His +color was a light chestnut, with mane and tail of a more tawny +tint. Seventeen hands high, with a barrel and haunches which +bespoke tremendous strength, he fined down to the most delicate +lines of dainty breed in neck and crest and shoulder. He was +indeed a glorious sight as he stood there, his beautiful body +leaning back from his wide-spread and propped fore legs, his head +craned high, his ears erect, his mane bristling, his red nostrils +opening and shutting with wrath, and his flashing eyes turning +from side to side in haughty menace and defiance. + +Scattered round in a respectful circle, six of the Abbey lay +servants and foresters, each holding a halter, were creeping +toward him. Every now and then, with a beautiful toss and swerve +and plunge, the great creature would turn upon one of his would-be +captors, and with outstretched head, flying mane and flashing +teeth, would chase him screaming to the safety of the wall, while +the others would close swiftly in behind and cast their ropes in +the hope of catching neck or leg, but only in their turn to be +chased to the nearest refuge. + +Had two of these ropes settled upon the horse, and had their +throwers found some purchase of stump or boulder by which they +could hold them, then the man's brain might have won its wonted +victory over swiftness and strength. But the brains were +themselves at fault which imagined that one such rope would serve +any purpose save to endanger the thrower. + +Yet so it was, and what might have been foreseen occurred at the +very moment of the arrival of the monks. The horse, having chased +one of his enemies to the wall, remained so long snorting his +contempt over the coping that the others were able to creep upon +him from behind. Several ropes were flung, and one noose settled +over the proud crest and lost itself in the waving mane. In an +instant the creature had turned and the men were flying for their +lives; but he who had cast the rope lingered, uncertain what use +to make of his own success. That moment of doubt was fatal. With +a yell of dismay, the man saw the great creature rear above him. +Then with a crash the fore feet fell upon him and dashed him to +the ground. He rose screaming, was hurled over once more, and lay +a quivering, bleeding heap, while the savage horse, the most cruel +and terrible in its anger of all creatures on earth, bit and shook +and trampled the writhing body. + +A loud wail of horror rose from the lines of tonsured heads which +skirted the high wall--a wail which suddenly died away into a +long hushed silence, broken at last by a rapturous cry of +thanksgiving and of joy. + +On the road which led to the old dark manor-house upon the side of +the hill a youth had been riding. His mount was a sorry one, a +weedy, shambling, long-haired colt, and his patched tunic of faded +purple with stained leather belt presented no very smart +appearance; yet in the bearing of the man, in the poise of his +head, in his easy graceful carriage, and in the bold glance of his +large blue eyes, there was that stamp of distinction and of breed +which would have given him a place of his own in any assembly. He +was of small stature, but his frame was singularly elegant and +graceful. His face, though tanned with the weather, was delicate +in features and most eager and alert in expression. A thick +fringe of crisp yellow curls broke from under the dark flat cap +which he was wearing, and a short golden beard hid the outline of +his strong square chin. One white osprey feather thrust through a +gold brooch in the front of his cap gave a touch of grace to his +somber garb. This and other points of his attire, the short +hanging mantle, the leather-sheathed hunting-knife, the cross belt +which sustained a brazen horn, the soft doe-skin boots and the +prick spurs, would all disclose themselves to an observer; but at +the first glance the brown face set in gold and the dancing light +of the quick, reckless, laughing eyes, were the one strong memory +left behind. + +Such was the youth who, cracking his whip joyously, and followed +by half a score of dogs, cantered on his rude pony down the +Tilford Lane, and thence it was that with a smile of amused +contempt upon his face he observed the comedy in the field and the +impotent efforts of the servants of Waverley. + +Suddenly, however, as the comedy turned swiftly to black tragedy, +this passive spectator leaped into quick strenuous life. With a +spring he was off his pony, and with another he was over the stone +wall and flying swiftly across the field. Looking up from his +victim, the great yellow horse saw this other enemy approach, and +spurning the prostrate, but still writhing body with its heels, +dashed at the newcomer. + +But this time there was no hasty flight, no rapturous pursuit to +the wall. The little man braced himself straight, flung up his +metal-headed whip, and met the horse with a crashing blow upon the +head, repeated again and again with every attack. In vain the +horse reared and tried to overthrow its enemy with swooping +shoulders and pawing hoofs. Cool, swift and alert, the man sprang +swiftly aside from under the very shadow of death, and then again +came the swish and thud of the unerring blow from the heavy +handle. + +The horse drew off, glared with wonder and fury at this masterful +man, and then trotted round in a circle, with mane bristling, tail +streaming and ears on end, snorting in its rage and pain. The +man, hardly deigning to glance at his fell neighbor, passed on to +the wounded forester, raised him in his arms with a strength which +could not have been expected in so slight a body, and carried him, +groaning, to the wall, where a dozen hands were outstretched to +help him over. Then, at his leisure, the young man also climbed +the wall, smiling back with cool contempt at the yellow horse, +which had come raging after him once more. + +As he sprang down, a dozen monks surrounded him to thank him or to +praise him; but he would have turned sullenly away without a word +had he not been stopped by Abbot John in person. + +"Nay, Squire Loring," said he, "if you be a bad friend to our +Abbey, yet we must needs own that you have played the part of a +good Christian this day, for if there is breath left in our +servant's body it is to you next to our blessed patron Saint +Bernard that we owe it." + +"By Saint Paul! I owe you no good-will, Abbot John," said the +young man. "The shadow of your Abbey has ever fallen across the +house of Loring. As to any small deed that I may have done this +day, I ask no thanks for it. It is not for you nor for your house +that I have done it, but only because it was my pleasure so to +do." + +The Abbot flushed at the bold words, and bit his lip with +vexation. + +It was the sacrist, however, who answered: "It would be more +fitting and more gracious," said he, "if you were to speak to the +holy Father Abbot in a manner suited to his high rank and to the +respect which is due to a Prince of the Church." + +The youth turned his bold blue eyes upon the monk, and his +sunburned face darkened with anger. "Were it not for the gown +upon your back, and for your silvering hair, I would answer you in +another fashion," said he. "You are the lean wolf which growls +ever at our door, greedy for the little which hath been left to +us. Say and do what you will with me, but by Saint Paul! if I +find that Dame Ermyntrude is baited by your ravenous pack I will +beat them off with this whip from the little patch which still +remains of all the acres of my fathers." + +"Have a care, Nigel Loring, have a care!" cried the Abbot, with +finger upraised. "Have you no fears of the law of England?" + +"A just law I fear and obey." + +"Have you no respect for Holy Church?" + +"I respect all that is holy in her. I do not respect those who +grind the poor or steal their neighbor's land." + +"Rash man, many a one has been blighted by her ban for less than +you have now said! And yet it is not for us to judge you harshly +this day. You are young and hot words come easily to your lips. +How fares the forester?" + +"His hurt is grievous, Father Abbot, but he will live," said a +brother, looking up from the prostrate form. "With a blood-letting +and an electuary, I will warrant him sound within a month." + +"Then bear him to the hospital. And now, brother, about this +terrible beast who still gazes and snorts at us over the top of +the wall as though his thoughts of Holy Church were as uncouth as +those of Squire Nigel himself, what are we to do with him?" + +"Here is Franklin Aylward," said one of the brethren. "The horse +was his, and doubtless he will take it back to his farm." + +But the stout red-faced farmer shook his head at the proposal. +"Not I, in faith!" said he. "The beast hath chased me twice round +the paddock; it has nigh slain my boy Samkin. He would never be +happy till he had ridden it, nor has he ever been happy since. +There is not a hind in my employ who will enter his stall. Ill +fare the day that ever I took the beast from the Castle stud at +Guildford, where they could do nothing with it and no rider could +be found bold enough to mount it! When the sacrist here took it +for a fifty-shilling debt he made his own bargain and must abide +by it. He comes no more to the Crooksbury farm." + +"And he stays no more here," said the Abbot. "Brother sacrist, +you have raised the Devil, and it is for you to lay it again." + +"That I will most readily," cried the sacrist. "The pittance- +master can stop the fifty shillings from my very own weekly dole, +and so the Abbey be none the poorer. In the meantime here is Wat +with his arbalist and a bolt in his girdle. Let him drive it to +the head through this cursed creature, for his hide and his hoofs +are of more value than his wicked self." + +A hard brown old woodman who had been shooting vermin in the Abbey +groves stepped forward with a grin of pleasure. After a lifetime +of stoats and foxes, this was indeed a noble quarry which was to +fall before him. Fitting a bolt on the nut of his taut crossbow, +he had raised it to his shoulder and leveled it at the fierce, +proud, disheveled head which tossed in savage freedom at the other +side of the wall. His finger was crooked on the spring, when a +blow from a whip struck the bow upward and the bolt flew harmless +over the Abbey orchard, while the woodman shrank abashed from +Nigel Loring's angry eyes. + +"Keep your bolts for your weasels!" said he. "Would you take life +from a creature whose only fault is that its spirit is so high +that it has met none yet who dare control it? You would slay such +a horse as a king might be proud to mount, and all because a +country franklin, or a monk, or a monk's varlet, has not the wit +nor the hands to master him?" + +The sacrist turned swiftly on the Squire. "The Abbey owes you an +offering for this day's work, however rude your words may be," +said he. "If you think so much of the horse, you may desire to +own it. If I am to pay for it, then with the holy Abbot's +permission it is in my gift and I bestow it freely upon you." + +The Abbot plucked at his subordinate's sleeve. "Bethink you, +brother sacrist," he whispered, "shall we not have this man's +blood upon our heads?" + +"His pride is as stubborn as the horse's, holy father," the +sacrist answered, his gaunt fact breaking into a malicious smile. +"Man or beast, one will break the other and the world will be the +better for it. If you forbid me--" + +"Nay, brother, you have bought the horse, and you may have the +bestowal of it." + +"Then I give it--hide and hoofs, tail and temper--to Nigel +Loring, and may it be as sweet and as gentle to him as he hath +been to the Abbot of Waverley!" + +The sacrist spoke aloud amid the tittering of the monks, for the +man concerned was out of earshot. At the first words which had +shown him the turn which affairs had taken he had run swiftly to +the spot where he had left his pony. From its mouth he removed +the bit and the stout bridle which held it. Then leaving the +creature to nibble the grass by the wayside he sped back whence he +came. + +"I take your gift, monk," said he, "though I know well why it is +that you give it. Yet I thank you, for there are two things upon +earth for which I have ever yearned, and which my thin purse could +never buy. The one is a noble horse, such a horse as my father's +son should have betwixt his thighs, and here is the one of all +others which I would have chosen, since some small deed is to be +done in the winning of him, and some honorable advancement to be +gained. How is the horse called?" + +"Its name," said the franklin, "is Pommers. I warn you, young +sir, that none may ride him, for many have tried, and the luckiest +is he who has only a staved rib to show for it." + +"I thank you for your rede," said Nigel, "and now I see that this +is indeed a horse which I would journey far to meet. I am your +man, Pommers, and you are my horse, and this night you shall own +it or I will never need horse again. My spirit against thine, and +God hold thy spirit high, Pommers, so that the greater be the +adventure, and the more hope of honor gained!" + +While he spoke the young Squire had climbed on to the top of the +wall and stood there balanced, the very image of grace and spirit +and gallantry, his bridle hanging from one hand and his whip +grasped in the other. With a fierce snort, the horse made for him +instantly, and his white teeth flashed as he snapped; but again a +heavy blow from the loaded whip caused him to swerve, and even at +the instant of the swerve, measuring the distance with steady +eyes, and bending his supple body for the spring, Nigel bounded +into the air and fell with his legs astride the broad back of the +yellow horse. For a minute, with neither saddle nor stirrups to +help him, and the beast ramping and rearing like a mad thing +beneath him, he was hard pressed to hold his own. His legs were +like two bands of steel welded on to the swelling arches of the +great horse's ribs, and his left hand was buried deep in the tawny +mane. + +Never had the dull round of the lives of the gentle brethren of +Waverley been broken by so fiery a scene. Springing to right and +swooping to left, now with its tangled wicked head betwixt its +forefeet, and now pawing eight feet high in the air, with scarlet, +furious nostrils and maddened eyes, the yellow horse was a thing +of terror and of beauty. But the lithe figure on his back, +bending like a reed in the wind to every movement, firm below, +pliant above, with calm inexorable face, and eyes which danced and +gleamed with the joy of contest, still held its masterful place +for all that the fiery heart and the iron muscles of the great +beast could do. + +Once a long drone of dismay rose from the monks, as rearing higher +and higher yet a last mad effort sent the creature toppling over +backward upon its rider. But, swift and cool, he had writhed from +under it ere it fell, spurned it with his foot as it rolled upon +the earth, and then seizing its mane as it rose swung himself +lightly on to its back once more. Even the grim sacrist could not +but join the cheer, as Pommers, amazed to find the rider still +upon his back, plunged and curveted down the field. + +But the wild horse only swelled into a greater fury. In the +sullen gloom of its untamed heart there rose the furious resolve +to dash the life from this clinging rider, even if it meant +destruction to beast and man. With red, blazing eyes it looked +round for death. On three sides the five-virgate field was +bounded by a high wall, broken only at one spot by a heavy +four-foot wooden gate. But on the fourth side was a low gray +building, one of the granges of the Abbey, presenting a long flank +unbroken by door or window. The horse stretched itself into a +gallop, and headed straight for that craggy thirty-foot wall. He +would break in red ruin at the base of it if he could but dash +forever the life of this man, who claimed mastery over that which +had never found its master yet. + +The great haunches gathered under it, the eager hoofs drummed the +grass, as faster and still more fast the frantic horse bore +himself and his rider toward the wall. Would Nigel spring off? +To do so would be to bend his will to that of the beast beneath +him. There was a better way than that. Cool, quick and decided, +the man swiftly passed both whip and bridle into the left hand +which still held the mane. Then with the right he slipped his +short mantle from his shoulders and lying forward along the +creature's strenuous, rippling back he cast the flapping cloth +over the horse's eyes. + +The result was but too successful, for it nearly brought about the +downfall of the rider. When those red eyes straining for death +were suddenly shrouded in unexpected darkness the amazed horse +propped on its forefeet and came to so dead a stop that Nigel was +shot forward on to its neck and hardly held himself by his +hair-entwined hand. Ere he had slid back into position the moment +of danger had passed, for the horse, its purpose all blurred in +its mind by this strange thing which had befallen, wheeled round +once more, trembling in every fiber, and tossing its petulant head +until at last the mantle had been slipped from its eyes and the +chilling darkness had melted into the homely circle of sunlit +grass once more. + +But what was this new outrage which had been inflicted upon it? +What was this defiling bar of iron which was locked hard against +its mouth? What were these straps which galled the tossing neck, +this band which spanned its chest? In those instants of stillness +ere the mantle had been plucked away Nigel had lain forward, had +slipped the snaffle between the champing teeth, and had deftly +secured it. + +Blind, frantic fury surged in the yellow horse's heart once more +at this new degradation, this badge of serfdom and infamy. His +spirit rose high and menacing at the touch. He loathed this +place, these people, all and everything which threatened his +freedom. He would have done with them forever; he would see them +no more. Let him away to the uttermost parts of the earth, to the +great plains where freedom is. Anywhere over the far horizon +where he could get away from the defiling bit and the insufferable +mastery of man. + +He turned with a rush, and one magnificent deer-like bound carried +him over the four-foot gate. Nigel's hat had flown off, and his +yellow curls streamed behind him as he rose and fell in the leap. +They were in the water-meadow now, and the rippling stream twenty +feet wide gleamed in front of them running down to the main +current of the Wey. The yellow horse gathered his haunches under +him and flew over like an arrow. He took off from behind a +boulder and cleared a furze-bush on the farther side. Two stones +still mark the leap from hoof-mark to hoof-mark, and they are +eleven good paces apart. Under the hanging branch of the great +oak-tree on the farther side (that Quercus Tilfordiensis ordiensis +is still shown as the bound of the Abby's immediate precincts) the +great horse passed. He had hoped to sweep off his rider, but +Nigel sank low on the heaving back with his face buried in the +flying mane. The rough bough rasped him rudely, but never shook +his spirit nor his grip. Rearing, plunging and struggling, +Pommers broke through the sapling grove and was out on the broad +stretch of Hankley Down. + +And now came such a ride as still lingers in the gossip of the +lowly country folk and forms the rude jingle of that old Surrey +ballad, now nearly forgotten, save for the refrain: + + The Doe that sped on Hinde Head, + The Kestril on the winde, + And Nigel on the Yellow Horse + Can leave the world behinde. + +Before them lay a rolling ocean of dark heather, knee-deep, +swelling in billow on billow up to the clear-cut hill before them. +Above stretched one unbroken arch of peaceful blue, with a sun +which was sinking down toward the Hampshire hills. Through the +deep heather, down the gullies, over the watercourses, up the +broken slopes, Pommers flew, his great heart bursting with rage, +and every fiber quivering at the indignities which he had endured. + +And still, do what he would, the man clung fast to his heaving +sides and to his flying mane, silent, motionless, inexorable, +letting him do what he would, but fixed as Fate upon his purpose. +Over Hankley Down, through Thursley Marsh, with the reeds up to +his mud-splashed withers, onward up the long slope of the Headland +of the Hinds, down by the Nutcombe Gorge, slipping, blundering, +bounding, but never slackening his fearful speed, on went the +great yellow horse. The villagers of Shottermill heard the wild +clatter of hoofs, but ere they could swing the ox-hide curtains of +their cottage doors horse and rider were lost amid the high +bracken of the Haslemere Valley. On he went, and on, tossing the +miles behind his flying hoofs. No marsh-land could clog him, no +hill could hold him back. Up the slope of Linchmere and the long +ascent of Fernhurst he thundered as on the level, and it was not +until he had flown down the incline of Henley Hill, and the gray +castle tower of Midhurst rose over the coppice in front, that at +last the eager outstretched neck sank a little on the breast, and +the breath came quick and fast. Look where he would in woodland +and on down, his straining eyes could catch no sign of those +plains of freedom which he sought. + +And yet another outrage! It was bad that this creature should +still cling so tight upon his back, but now he would even go to +the intolerable length of checking him and guiding him on the way +that he would have him go. There was a sharp pluck at his mouth, +and his head was turned north once more. As well go that way as +another, but the man was mad indeed if he thought that such a +horse as Pommers was at the end of his spirit or his strength. He +would soon show him that he was unconquered, if it strained his +sinews or broke his heart to do so. Back then he flew up the +long, long ascent. Would he ever get to the end of it? Yet he +would not own that he could go no farther while the man still kept +his grip. He was white with foam and caked with mud. His eyes +were gorged with blood, his mouth open and gasping, his nostrils +expanded, his coat stark and reeking. On he flew down the long +Sunday Hill until he reached the deep Kingsley Marsh at the +bottom. No, it was too much! Flesh and blood could go no +farther. As he struggled out from the reedy slime with the heavy +black mud still clinging to his fetlocks, he at last eased down +with sobbing breath and slowed the tumultuous gallop to a canter. + +Oh, crowning infamy! Was there no limit to these degradations? +He was no longer even to choose his own pace. Since he had chosen +to gallop so far at his own will he must now gallop farther still +at the will of another. A spur struck home on either flank. A +stinging whip-lash fell across his shoulder. He bounded his own +height in the air at the pain and the shame of it. Then, +forgetting his weary limbs, forgetting his panting, reeking sides, +forgetting everything save this intolerable insult and the burning +spirit within, he plunged off once more upon his furious gallop. +He was out on the heather slopes again and heading for Weydown +Common. On he flew and on. But again his brain failed him and +again his limbs trembled beneath him, and yet again he strove to +ease his pace, only to be driven onward by the cruel spur and the +falling lash. He was blind and giddy with fatigue. + +He saw no longer where he placed his feet, he cared no longer +whither he went, but his one mad longing was to get away from this +dreadful thing, this torture which clung to him and would not let +him go. Through Thursley village he passed, his eyes straining in +his agony, his heart bursting within him, and he had won his way +to the crest of Thursley Down, still stung forward by stab and +blow, when his spirit weakened, his giant strength ebbed out of +him, and with one deep sob of agony the yellow horse sank among +the heather. So sudden was the fall that Nigel flew forward over +his shoulder, and beast and man lay prostrate and gasping while +the last red rim of the sun sank behind Butser and the first stars +gleamed in a violet sky. + +The young Squire was the first to recover, and kneeling by the +panting, overwrought horse he passed his hand gently over the +tangled mane and down the foam-flecked face. The red eye rolled +up at him; but it was wonder not hatred, a prayer and not a +threat, which he could read in it. As he stroked the reeking +muzzle, the horse whinnied gently and thrust his nose into the +hollow of his hand. It was enough. It was the end of the +contest, the acceptance of new conditions by a chivalrous foe from +a chivalrous victor. + +"You are my horse, Pommers," Nigel whispered, and he laid his +cheek against the craning head. "I know you, Pommers, and you +know me, and with the help of Saint Paul we shall teach some other +folk to know us both. Now let us walk together as far as this +moorland pond, for indeed I wot not whether it is you or I who +need the water most." + +And so it was that some belated monks of Waverley passing homeward +from the outer farms saw a strange sight which they carried on +with them so that it reached that very night the ears both of +sacrist and of Abbot. For, as they passed through Tilford they +had seen horse and man walking side by side and head by head up +the manor-house lane. And when they had raised their lanterns on +the pair it was none other than the young Squire himself who was +leading home, as a shepherd leads a lamb, the fearsome yellow +horse of Crooksbury. + + + + +IV. HOW THE SUMMONER CAME TO THE MANOR HOUSE OF TILFORD + + +By the date of this chronicle the ascetic sternness of the old +Norman castles had been humanized and refined so that the new +dwellings of the nobility, if less imposing in appearance, were +much more comfortable as places of residence. A gentle race had +built their houses rather for peace than for war. He who compares +the savage bareness of Pevensey or Guildford with the piled +grandeur of Bodmin or Windsor cannot fail to understand the change +in manners which they represent. + +The earlier castles had a set purpose, for they were built that +the invaders might hold down the country; but when the Conquest +was once firmly established a castle had lost its meaning save as +a refuge from justice or as a center for civil strife. On the +marches of Wales and of Scotland the castle might continue to be a +bulwark to the kingdom, and there still grew and flourished; but +in all other places they were rather a menace to the King's +majesty, and as such were discouraged and destroyed. By the reign +of the third Edward the greater part of the old fighting castles +had been converted into dwelling-houses or had been ruined in the +civil wars, and left where their grim gray bones are still +littered upon the brows of our hills. The new buildings were +either great country-houses, capable of defense, but mainly +residential, or they were manor-houses with no military +significance at all. + +Such was the Tilford Manor-house where the last survivors of the +old and magnificent house of Loring still struggled hard to keep a +footing and to hold off the monks and the lawyers from the few +acres which were left to them. The mansion was a two-storied one, +framed in heavy beams of wood, the interstices filled with rude +blocks of stone. An outside staircase led up to several +sleeping-rooms above. Below there were only two apartments, the +smaller of which was the bower of the aged Lady Ermyntrude. The +other was the hall, a very large room, which served as the living +room of the family and as the common dining-room of themselves and +of their little group of servants and retainers. The dwellings of +these servants, the kitchens, the offices and the stables were all +represented by a row of penthouses and sheds behind the main +building. Here lived Charles the page, Peter the old falconer, +Red Swire who had followed Nigel's grandfather to the Scottish +wars, Weathercote the broken minstrel, John the cook, and other +survivors of more prosperous days, who still clung to the old +house as the barnacles to some wrecked and stranded vessel. + +One evening about a week after the breaking of the yellow horse, +Nigel and his grandmother sat on either side of the large empty +fireplace in this spacious apartment. The supper had been +removed, and so had the trestle tables upon which it had been +served, so that the room seemed bare and empty. The stone floor +was strewed with a thick layer of green rushes, which was swept +out every Saturday and carried with it all the dirt and debris of +the week. Several dogs were now crouched among these rushes, +gnawing and cracking the bones which had been thrown from the +table. A long wooden buffet loaded with plates and dishes filled +one end of the room, but there was little other furniture save +some benches against the walls, two dorseret chairs, one small +table littered with chessmen, and a great iron coffer. In one +corner was a high wickerwork stand, and on it two stately falcons +were perched, silent and motionless, save for an occasional +twinkle of their fierce yellow eyes. + +But if the actual fittings of the room would have appeared scanty +to one who had lived in a more luxurious age, he would have been +surprised on looking up to see the multitude of objects which were +suspended above his head. Over the fireplace were the +coats-of-arms of a number of houses allied by blood or by marriage +to the Lorings. The two cresset-lights which flared upon each +side gleamed upon the blue lion of the Percies, the red birds of +de Valence, the black engrailed cross of de Mohun, the silver star +of de Vere, and the ruddy bars of FitzAlan, all grouped round the +famous red roses on the silver shield which the Lorings had borne +to glory upon many a bloody field. Then from side to side the +room was spanned by heavy oaken beams from which a great number of +objects were hanging. There were mail-shirts of obsolete pattern, +several shields, one or two rusted and battered helmets, +bowstaves, lances, otter-spears, harness, fishing-rods, and other +implements of war or of the chase, while higher still amid the +black shadows of the peaked roof could be seen rows of hams, +flitches of bacon, salted geese, and those other forms of +preserved meat which played so great a part in the housekeeping of +the Middle Ages. + +Dame Ermyntrude Loring, daughter, wife, and mother of warriors, +was herself a formidable figure. Tall and gaunt, with hard craggy +features and intolerant dark eyes, even her snow-white hair and +stooping back could not entirely remove the sense of fear which +she inspired in those around her. Her thoughts and memories went +back to harsher times, and she looked upon the England around her +as a degenerate and effeminate land which had fallen away from the +old standard of knightly courtesy and valor. + +The rising power of the people, the growing wealth of the Church, +the increasing luxury in life and manners, and the gentler tone of +the age were all equally abhorrent to her, so that the dread of +her fierce face, and even of the heavy oak staff with which she +supported her failing limbs, was widespread through all the +country round. + +Yet if she was feared she was also respected, for in days when +books were few and readers scarce, a long memory and a ready +tongue were of the more value; and where, save from Dame +Ermyntrude, could the young unlettered Squires of Surrey and +Hampshire hear of their grandfathers and their battles, or learn +that lore of heraldry and chivalry which she handed down from a +ruder but a more martial age? Poor as she was, there was no one +in Surrey whose guidance would be more readily sought upon a +question of precedence or of conduct than the Dame Ermyntrude +Loring. + +She sat now with bowed back by the empty fireplace, and looked +across at Nigel with all the harsh lines of her old ruddled face +softening into love and pride. The young Squire was busy cutting +bird-bolts for his crossbow, and whistling softly as he worked. +Suddenly he looked up and caught the dark eyes which were fixed +upon him. He leaned forward and patted the bony hand. + +"What hath pleased you, dear dame? I read pleasure in your eyes." + +"I have heard to-day, Nigel, how you came to win that great +war-horse which stamps in our stable." + +"Nay, dame; I had told you that the monks had given it to me." + +"You said so, fair son, but never a word more. Yet the horse +which you brought home was a very different horse I wot, to that +which was given you. Why did you not tell me?" + +"I should think it shame to talk of such a thing." + +"So would your father before you, and his father no less. They +would sit silent among the knights when the wine went round and +listen to every man's deeds; but if perchance there was anyone who +spoke louder than the rest and seemed to be eager for honor, then +afterwards your father would pluck him softly by the sleeve and +whisper in his ear to learn if there was any small vow of which he +could relieve him, or if he would deign to perform some noble deed +of arms upon his person. And if the man were a braggart and would +go no further, your father would be silent and none would know it. +But if he bore himself well, your father would spread his fame far +and wide, but never make mention of himself." + +Nigel looked at the old woman with shining eyes. "I love to hear +you speak of him," said he. "I pray you to tell me once more of +the manner of his death." + +"He died as he had lived, a very courtly gentleman. It was at the +great sea-battle upon the Norman coast, and your father was in +command of the after-guard in the King's own ship. Now the French +had taken a great English ship the year before when they came over +and held the narrow seas and burned the town of Southampton. + +"This ship was the Christopher, and they placed it in the front of +their battle; but the English closed upon it and stormed over its +side, and slew all who were upon it. + +"But your father and Sir Lorredan of Genoa, who commanded the +Christopher, fought upon the high poop, so that all the fleet +stopped to watch it, and the King himself cried aloud at the +sight, for Sir Lorredan was a famous man-at-arms and bore himself +very stoutly that day, and many a knight envied your father that +he should have chanced upon so excellent a person. But your +father bore him back and struck him such a blow with a mace that +he turned the helmet half round on his head, so that he could no +longer see through the eye holes, and Sir Lorredan threw down his +sword and gave himself to ransom. But your father took him by the +helmet and twisted it until he had it straight upon his head. +Then, when he could see once again, he handed him his sword, and +prayed him that he would rest himself and then continue, for it +was great profit and joy to see any gentleman carry himself so +well. So they sat together and rested by the rail of the poop; +but even as they raised their hands again your father was struck +by a stone from a mangonel and so died." + +"And this Sir Lorredan," cried Nigel, "he died also, as I +understand?" + +"I fear that he was slain by the archers, for they loved your +father, and they do not see these things with our eyes." + +"It was a pity," said Nigel; "for it is clear that he was a good +knight and bore himself very bravely." + +"Time was, when I was young, when commoners dared not have laid +their grimy hands upon such a man. Men of gentle blood and +coat-armor made war upon each other, and the others, spearmen or +archers, could scramble amongst themselves. But now all are of a +level, and only here and there one like yourself, fair son, who +reminds me of the men who are gone." + +Nigel leaned forward and took her hands in his. "What I am you +have made me," said he. + +"It is true, Nigel. I have indeed watched over you as the +gardener watches his most precious blossom, for in you alone are +all the hopes of our ancient house, and soon--very soon--you +will be alone." + +"Nay, dear lady, say not that." + +"I am very old, Nigel, and I feel the shadow closing in upon me. +My heart yearns to go, for all whom I have known and loved have +gone before me. And you--it will be a blessed day for you, since +I have held you back from that world into which your brave spirit +longs to plunge." + +"Nay, nay, I have been happy here with you at Tilford." + +"We are very poor, Nigel. I do not know where we may find the +money to fit you for the wars. Yet we have good friends. There +is Sir John Chandos, who has won such credit in the French wars +and who rides ever by the King's bridle-arm. He was your father's +friend and they were Squires together. If I sent you to court +with a message to him he would do what he could." + +Nigel's fair face flushed. "Nay, Dame Ermyntrude, I must find my +own gear, even as I have found my own horse, for I had rather ride +into battle in this tunic than owe my suit to another." + +"I feared that you would say so, Nigel; but indeed I know not how +else we may get the money," said the old woman sadly. "It was +different in the days of my father. I can remember that a suit of +mail was but a small matter in those days, for in every English +town such things could be made. But year by year since men have +come to take more care of their bodies, there have been added a +plate of proof here and a cunning joint there, and all must be +from Toledo or Milan, so that a knight must have much metal in his +purse ere he puts any on his limbs." + +Nigel looked up wistfully at the old armor which was slung on the +beams above him. "The ash spear is good," said he, "and so is the +oaken shield with facings of steel. Sir Roger FitzAlan handled +them and said that he had never seen better. But the armor--" + +Lady Ermyntrude shook her old head and laughed. "You have your +father's great soul, Nigel, but you have not his mighty breadth of +shoulder and length of limb. There was not in all the King's +great host a taller or a stronger man. His harness would be +little use to you. No, fair son, I rede you that when the time +comes you sell this crumbling house and the few acres which are +still left, and so go forth to the wars in the hope that with your +own right hand you will plant the fortunes of a new house of +Loring." + +A shadow of anger passed over Nigel's fresh young face. "I know +not if we may hold off these monks and their lawyers much longer. +This very day there came a man from Guildford with claims from the +Abbey extending back before my father's death." + +"Where are they, fair son?" + +"They are flapping on the furze-bushes of Hankley, for I sent his +papers and parchments down wind as fast as ever falcon flew." + +"Nay! you were mad to do that, Nigel. And the man, where is he?" + +"Red Swire and old George the archer threw him into the Thursley +bog." + +"Alas! I fear me such things cannot be done in these days, though +my father or my husband would have sent the rascal back to +Guildford without his ears. But the Church and the Law are too +strong now for us who are of gentler blood. Trouble will come of +it, Nigel, for the Abbot of Waverley is not one who will hold back +the shield of the Church from those who are her servants." + +"The Abbot would not hurt us. It is that gray lean wolf of a +sacrist who hungers for our land. Let him do his worst. I fear +him not." + +"He has such an engine at his back, Nigel, that even the bravest +must fear him. The ban which blasts a man's soul is in the +keeping of his church, and what have we to place against it? I +pray you to speak him fair, Nigel." + +"Nay, dear lady, it is both my duty and my pleasure to do what you +bid me; but I would die ere I ask as a favor that which we can +claim as a right. Never can I cast my eyes from yonder window +that I do not see the swelling down-lands and the rich meadows, +glade and dingle, copse and wood, which have been ours since +Norman-William gave them to that Loring who bore his shield at +Senlac. Now, by trick and fraud, they have passed away from us, +and many a franklin is a richer man than I; but never shall it be +said that I saved the rest by bending my neck to their yoke. Let +them do their worst, and let me endure it or fight it as best I +may." + +The old lady sighed and shook her head. "You speak as a Loring +should, and yet I fear that some great trouble will befall us. +But let us talk no more of such matters, since we cannot mend +them. Where is your citole, Nigel? Will you not play and sing to +me?" + +The gentleman of those days could scarce read and write; but he +spoke in two languages, played at least one musical instrument as +a matter of course, and possessed a number of other +accomplishments, from the imping of hawk's feathers, to the +mystery of venery, with knowledge of every beast and bird, its +time of grace and when it was seasonable. As far as physical +feats went, to vault barebacked upon a horse, to hit a running +hare with a crossbow-bolt, or to climb the angle of a castle +courtyard, were feats which had come by nature to the young +Squire; but it was very different with music, which had called for +many a weary hour of irksome work. Now at last he could master +the strings, but both his ear and his voice were not of the best, +so that it was well perhaps that there was so small and so +unprejudiced an audience to the Norman-French chanson, which he +sang in a high reedy voice with great earnestness of feeling, but +with many a slip and quaver, waving his yellow head in cadence to +the music: + + + A sword! A sword! Ah, give me a sword! + For the world is all to win. + Though the way be hard and the door be barred, + The strong man enters in. + If Chance and Fate still hold the gate, + Give me the iron key, + And turret high my plume shall fly, + Or you may weep for me! + + A horse! A horse! Ah, give me a horse! + To bear me out afar, + Where blackest need and grimmest deed + And sweetest perils are. + Hold thou my ways from glutted days + Where poisoned leisure lies, + And point the path of tears and wrath + Which mounts to high emprise! + + A heart! A heart! Ah, give me a heart + To rise to circumstance! + Serene and high and bold to try + The hazard of the chance, + With strength to wait, but fixed as fate + To plan and dare and do, + The peer of all, and only thrall, + Sweet lady mine, to you! + +It may have been that the sentiment went for more than the music, +or it may have been the nicety of her own ears had been dulled by +age, but old Dame Ermyntrude clapped her lean hands together and +cried out in shrill applause. + +"Weathercote has indeed had an apt pupil!" she said. "I pray you +that you will sing again." + +"Nay, dear dame, it is turn and turn betwixt you and me. I beg +that you will recite a romance, you who know them all. For all +the years that I have listened I have never yet come to the end of +them, and I dare swear that there are more in your head than in +all the great books which they showed me at Guildford Castle. I +would fain hear `Doon of Mayence,' or `The Song of Roland,' or +`Sir Isumbras.'" + +So the old dame broke into a long poem, slow and dull in the +inception, but quickening as the interest grew, until with darting +hands and glowing face she poured forth the verses which told of +the emptiness of sordid life, the beauty of heroic death, the high +sacredness of love and the bondage of honor. Nigel, with set, +still features and brooding eyes, drank in the fiery words, until +at last they died upon the old woman's lips and she sank back +weary in her chair. + +Nigel stooped over her and kissed her brow. "Your words will ever +be as a star upon my path," said he. Then, carrying over the +small table and the chessmen, he proposed that they should play +their usual game before they sought their rooms for the night. + +But a sudden and rude interruption broke in upon their gentle +contest. A dog pricked its ears and barked. The others ran +growling to the door. And then there came a sharp clash of arms, +a dull heavy blow as from a club or sword-pommel, and a deep voice +from without summoned them to open in the King's name. The old +dame and Nigel had both sprung to their feet, their table +overturned and their chessmen scattered among the rushes. Nigel's +hand had sought his crossbow, but the Lady Ermyntrude grasped his +arm. + +"Nay, fair son! Have you not heard that it is in the King's +name?" said she. "Down, Talbot! Down, Bayard! Open the door +and let his messenger in!" + +Nigel undid the bolt, and the heavy wooden door swung outward upon +its hinges. The light from the flaring cressets beat upon steel +caps and fierce bearded faces, with the glimmer of drawn swords +and the yellow gleam of bowstaves. A dozen armed archers forced +their way into the room. At their head were the gaunt sacrist of +Waverley and a stout elderly man clad in a red velvet doublet and +breeches much stained and mottled with mud and clay. He bore a +great sheet of parchment with a fringe of dangling seals, which he +held aloft as he entered. + +"I call on Nigel Loring!" he cried. "I, the officer of the King's +law and the lay summoner of Waverley, call upon the man named +Nigel Loring!" + +"I am he." + +"Yes, it is he!" cried the sacrist. "Archers, do as you were +ordered!" + +In an instant the band threw themselves upon him like the hounds +on a stag. Desperately Nigel strove to gain his sword which lay +upon the iron coffer. With the convulsive strength which comes +from the spirit rather than from the body, he bore them all in +that direction, but the sacrist snatched the weapon from its +place, and the rest dragged the writhing Squire to the ground and +swathed him in a cord. + +"Hold him fast, good archers! Keep a stout grip on him!" cried +the summoner. "I pray you, one of you, prick off these great dogs +which snarl at my heels. Stand off, I say, in the name of the +King! Watkin, come betwixt me and these creatures who have as +little regard for the law as their master." + +One of the archers kicked off the faithful dogs. But there were +others of the household who were equally ready to show their teeth +in defense of the old house of Loring. From the door which led to +their quarters there emerged the pitiful muster of Nigel's +threadbare retainers. There was a time when ten knights, forty +men-at-arms and two hundred archers would march behind the scarlet +roses. Now at this last rally when the young head of the house +lay bound in his own hall, there mustered at his call the page +Charles with a cudgel, John the cook with his longest spit, Red +Swire the aged man-at-arms with a formidable ax swung over his +snowy head, and Weathercote the minstrel with a boar-spear. Yet +this motley array was fired with the spirit of the house, and +under the lead of the fierce old soldier they would certainly have +flung themselves upon the ready swords of the archers, had the +Lady Ermyntrude not swept between them: + +"Stand back, Swire!" she cried. "Back, Weathercote Charles, put a +leash on Talbot, and hold Bayard back!" Her black eyes blazed +upon the invaders until they shrank from that baleful gaze. "Who +are you, you rascal robbers, who dare to misuse the King's name +and to lay hands upon one whose smallest drop of blood has more +worth than all your thrall and caitiff bodies?" + +"Nay, not so fast, dame, not so fast, I pray you!" cried the stout +summoner, whose face had resumed its natural color, now that he +had a woman to deal with. "There is a law of England, mark you, +and there are those who serve and uphold it, who are the true men +and the King's own lieges. Such a one am I. Then again, there +are those who take such as me and transfer, carry or convey us +into a bog or morass. Such a one is this graceless old man with +the ax, whom I have seen already this day. There are also those +who tear, destroy or scatter the papers of the law, of which this +young man is the chief. Therefore, I would rede you, dame, not to +rail against us, but to understand that we are the King's men on +the King's own service." + +"What then is your errand in this house at this hour of the +night?" + +The summoner cleared his throat pompously, and turning his +parchment to the light of the cressets he read out a long document +in Norman-French, couched in such a style and such a language that +the most involved and foolish of our forms were simplicity itself +compared to those by which the men of the long gown made a mystery +of that which of all things on earth should be the plainest and +the most simple. Despair fell cold upon Nigel's heart and +blanched the face of the old dame as they listened to the dread +catalogue of claims and suits and issues, questions of peccary and +turbary, of house-bote and fire-bote, which ended by a demand for +all the lands, hereditaments, tenements, messuages and curtilages, +which made up their worldly all. + +Nigel, still bound, had been placed with his back against the iron +coffer, whence he heard with dry lips and moist brow this doom of +his house. Now he broke in on the recital with a vehemence which +made the summoner jump: + +"You shall rue what you have done this night!" he cried. "Poor as +we are, we have our friends who will not see us wronged, and I +will plead my cause before the King's own majesty at Windsor, that +he, who saw the father die, may know what things are done in his +royal name against the son. But these matters are to be settled +in course of law in the King's courts, and how will you excuse +yourself for this assault upon my house and person?" + +"Nay, that is another matter," said the sacrist. "The question of +debt may indeed be an affair of a civil court. But it is a crime +against the law and an act of the Devil, which comes within the +jurisdiction of the Abbey Court of Waverley when you dare to lay +hands upon the summoner or his papers." + +"Indeed, he speaks truth," cried the official. "I know no blacker +sin." + +"Therefore," said the stern monk, "it is the order of the holy +father Abbot that you sleep this night in the Abbey cell, and that +to-morrow you be brought before him at the court held in the +chapter-house so that you receive the fit punishment for this and +the many other violent and froward deeds which you have wrought +upon the servants of Holy Church. Enough is now said, worthy +master summoner. Archers, remove your prisoner!" + +As Nigel was lifted up by four stout archers, the Dame Ermyntrude +would have rushed to his aid, but the sacrist thrust her back. + +"Stand off, proud woman! Let the law take its course, and learn +to humble your heart before the power of Holy Church. Has your +life not taught its lesson, you, whose horn was exalted among the +highest and will soon not have a roof above your gray hairs? +Stand back, I say, lest I lay a curse upon you!" + +The old dame flamed suddenly into white wrath as she stood before +the angry monk: "Listen to me while I lay a curse upon you and +yours!" she cried as she raised her shriveled arms and blighted +him with her flashing eyes-- + +"As you have done to the house of Loring, so may God do to you, +until your power is swept from the land of England, and of your +great Abbey of Waverley there is nothing left but a pile of gray +stones in a green meadow! I see it! I see it! With my old eyes +I see it! From scullion to Abbot and from cellar to tower, may +Waverley and all within it droop and wither from this night on!" + +The monk, hard as he was, quailed before the frantic figure and +the bitter, burning words. Already the summoner and the archers +with their prisoner were clear of the house. He turned and with a +clang he shut the heavy door behind him. + + + +V. HOW NIGEL WAS TRIED BY THE ABBOT OF WAVERLEY + + +The law of the Middle Ages, shrouded as it was in old +Norman-French dialect, and abounding in uncouth and +incomprehensible terms, in deodands and heriots, in infang and +outfang, was a fearsome weapon in the hands of those who knew how +to use it. It was not for nothing that the first act of the rebel +commoners was to hew off the head of the Lord Chancellor. In an +age when few knew how to read or to write, these mystic phrases +and intricate forms, with the parchments and seals which were +their outward expression, struck cold terror into hearts which +were steeled against mere physical danger. + +Even young Nigel Loring's blithe and elastic spirit was chilled as +he lay that night in the penal cell of Waverley and pondered over +the absolute ruin which threatened his house from a source against +which all his courage was of no avail. As well take up sword and +shield to defend himself against the black death, as against this +blight of Holy Church. He was powerless in the grip of the Abbey. +Already they had shorn off a field here and a grove there, and now +in one sweep they would take in the rest, and where then was the +home of the Lorings, and where should Lady Ermyntrude lay her aged +head, or his old retainers, broken and spent, eke out the balance +of their days? He shivered as he thought of it. + +It was very well for him to threaten to carry the matter before +the King, but it was years since royal Edward had heard the name +of Loring, and Nigel knew that the memory of princes was a short +one. Besides, the Church was the ruling power in the palace as +well as in the cottage, and it was only for very good cause that a +King could be expected to cross the purposes of so high a prelate +as the Abbot of Waverley, as long as they came within the scope of +the law. Where then was he to look for help? With the simple and +practical piety of the age, he prayed for the aid of his own +particular saints: of Saint Paul, whose adventures by land and +sea had always endeared him; of Saint George, who had gained much +honorable advancement from the Dragon; and of Saint Thomas, who +was a gentleman of coat-armor, who would understand and help a +person of gentle blood. Then, much comforted by his naive orisons +he enjoyed the sleep of youth and health until the entrance of the +lay brother with the bread and small beer, which served as +breakfast, in the morning. + +The Abbey court sat in the chapter-house at the canonical hour of +tierce, which was nine in the forenoon. At all times the function +was a solemn one, even when the culprit might be a villain who was +taken poaching on the Abbey estate, or a chapman who had given +false measure from his biased scales. But now, when a man of +noble birth was to be tried, the whole legal and ecclesiastical +ceremony was carried out with every detail, grotesque or +impressive, which the full ritual prescribed. The distant roll of +church music and the slow tolling of the Abbey bell; the white- +robed brethren, two and two, walked thrice round the hall singing +the "Benedicite" and the "Veni, Creator" before they settled in +their places at the desks on either side. Then in turn each high +officer of the Abbey from below upward, the almoner, the lector, +the chaplain, the subprior and the prior, swept to their wonted +places. + +Finally there came the grim sacrist, with demure triumph upon his +downcast features, and at his heels Abbot John himself, slow and +dignified, with pompous walk and solemn, composed face, his +iron-beaded rosary swinging from his waist, his breviary in his +hand, and his lips muttering as he hurried through his office for +the day. He knelt at his high prie-dieu; the brethren, at a signal +from the prior, prostrated themselves upon the floor, and the low +deep voices rolled in prayer, echoed back from the arched and +vaulted roof like the wash of waves from an ocean cavern. Finally +the monks resumed their seats; there entered clerks in seemly +black with pens and parchment; the red-velveted summoner appeared +to tell his tale; Nigel was led in with archers pressing close +around him; and then, with much calling of old French and much +legal incantation and mystery, the court of the Abbey was open for +business. + +It was the sacrist who first advanced to the oaken desk reserved +for the witnesses and expounded in hard, dry, mechanical fashion +the many claims which the House, of Waverley had against the +family of Loring. Some generations back in return for money +advanced or for spiritual favor received the Loring of the day had +admitted that his estate had certain feudal duties toward the +Abbey. The sacrist held up the crackling yellow parchment with +swinging leaden seals on which the claim was based. Amid the +obligations was that of escuage, by which the price of a knight's +fee should be paid every year. No such price had been paid, nor +had any service been done. The accumulated years came now to a +greater sum than the fee simple of the estate. There were other +claims also. The sacrist called for his books, and with thin, +eager forefinger he tracked them down: dues for this, and tailage +for that, so many shillings this year, and so many marks that one. +Some of it occurred before Nigel was born; some of it when he was +but a child. The accounts had been checked and certified by the +sergeant of the law. + +Nigel listened to the dread recital, and felt like some young stag +who stands at bay with brave pose and heart of fire, but who sees +himself compassed round and knows clearly that there is no escape. +With his bold young face, his steady blue eyes, and the proud +poise of his head, he was a worthy scion of the old house, and the +sun, shining through the high oriel window, and showing up the +stained and threadbare condition of his once rich doublet, seemed +to illuminate the fallen fortunes of his family. + +The sacrist had finished his exposition, and the sergeant-at-law +was about to conclude a case which Nigel could in no way +controvert, when help came to him from an unexpected quarter. It +may have been a certain malignity with which the sacrist urged his +suit, it may have been a diplomatic dislike to driving matters to +extremes, or it may have been some genuine impulse of kindliness, +for Abbot John was choleric but easily appeased. Whatever the +cause, the result was that a white plump hand, raised in the air +with a gesture of authority, showed that the case was at an end. + +"Our brother sacrist hath done his duty in urging this suit," said +he, "for the worldly wealth of this Abbey is placed in his pious +keeping, and it is to him that we should look if we suffered in +such ways, for we are but the trustees of those who come after us. +But to my keeping has been consigned that which is more precious +still, the inner spirit and high repute of those who follow the +rule of Saint Bernard. Now it has ever been our endeavor, since +first our saintly founder went down into the valley of Clairvaux +and built himself a cell there, that we should set an example to +all men in gentleness and humility. For this reason it is that we +built our houses in lowly places, that we have no tower to our +Abbey churches, and that no finery and no metal, save only iron or +lead, come within our walls. A brother shall eat from a wooden +platter, drink from an iron cup, and light himself from a leaden +sconce. Surely it is not for such an order who await the +exaltation which is promised to the humble, to judge their own +case and so acquire the lands of their neighbor! If our cause be +just, as indeed I believe that it is, then it were better that it +be judged at the King's assizes at Guildford, and so I decree that +the case be now dismissed from the Abbey court so that it can be +heard elsewhere." + +Nigel breathed a prayer to the three sturdy saints who had stood +by him so manfully and well in the hour of his need. "Abbot +John," said he, "I never thought that any man of my name would +utter thanks to a Cistercian of Waverley; but by Saint Paul! you +have spoken like a man this day, for it would indeed be to play +with cogged dice if the Abbey's case is to be tried in the Abbey +court." + +The eighty white-clad brethren looked with half resentful, half +amused eyes as they listened to this frank address to one who, in +their small lives, seemed to be the direct vice-regent of Heaven. +The archers had stood back from Nigel, as though he was at liberty +to go, when the loud voice of the summoner broke in upon the +silence-- + +"If it please you, holy father Abbot," cried the voice, "this +decision of yours is indeed secundum legem and intra vires so far +as the civil suit is concerned which lies between this person and +the Abbey. That is your affair; but it is I, Joseph the summoner, +who have been grievously and criminally mishandled, my writs, +papers and indentures destroyed, my authority flouted, and my +person dragged through a bog, quagmire or morass, so that my +velvet gabardine and silver badge of office were lost and are, as +I verily believe, in the morass, quagmire or bog aforementioned, +which is the same bog, morass--" + +"Enough!" cried the Abbot sternly. "Lay aside this foolish +fashion of speech and say straitly what you desire." + +"Holy father, I have been the officer of the King's law no less +than the servant of Holy Church, and I have been let, hindered and +assaulted in the performance of my lawful and proper duties, +whilst my papers, drawn in the King's name, have been shended and +rended and cast to the wind. Therefore, I demand justice upon +this man in the Abbey court, the said assault having been +committed within the banlieue of the Abbey's jurisdiction." + +"What have you to say to this, brother sacrist?" asked the Abbot +in some perplexity. + +"I would say, father, that it is within our power to deal gently +and charitably with all that concerns ourselves, but that where a +the King's officer is concerned we are wanting in our duty if we +give him less than the protection that he demands. I would remind +you also, holy father, that this is not the first of this man's +violence, but that he has before now beaten our servants, defied +our authority, and put pike in the Abbot's own fish-pond." + +The prelate's heavy cheeks flushed with anger as this old +grievance came fresh into his mind. His eyes hardened as he +looked at the prisoner. "Tell me, Squire Nigel, did you indeed +put pike in the pond?" + +The young man drew himself proudly up. "Ere I answer such a +question, father Abbot, do you answer one from me, and tell me +what the monks of Waverley have ever done for me that I should +hold my hand when I could injure them?" + +A low murmur ran round the room, partly wonder at his frankness, +and partly anger at his boldness. + +The Abbot settled down in his seat as one who has made up his +mind. "Let the case of the summoner be laid before me," said he. +"Justice shall be done, and the offender shall be punished, be he +noble or simple. Let the plaint be brought before the court." + +The tale of the summoner, though rambling and filled with endless +legal reiteration, was only too clear in its essence. Red Swire, +with his angry face framed in white bristles, was led in, and +confessed to his ill treatment of the official. A second culprit, +a little wiry nut-brown archer from Churt, had aided and abetted +in the deed. Both of them were ready to declare that young Squire +Nigel Loring knew nothing of the matter. But then there was the +awkward incident of the tearing of the writs. Nigel, to whom a +lie was an impossibility, had to admit that with his own hands he +had shredded those august documents. As to an excuse or an +explanation, he was too proud to advance any. A cloud gathered +over the brow of the Abbot, and the sacrist gazed with an ironical +smile at the prisoner, while a solemn hush fell over the +chapter-house as the case ended and only, judgment remained. + +"Squire Nigel," said the Abbot, "it was for you, who are, as all +men know, of ancient lineage in this land, to give a fair example +by which others should set their conduct. Instead of this, your +manor house has ever been a center for the stirring up of strife, +and now not content with your harsh showing toward us, the +Cistercian monks of Waverley, you have even marked your contempt +for the King's law, and through your servants have mishandled the +person of his messenger. For such offenses it is in my power to +call the spiritual terrors of the Church upon your head, and yet I +would not be harsh with you, seeing that you are young, and that +even last week you saved the life of a servant of the Abbey when +in peril. Therefore, it is by temporal and carnal means that I +will use my power to tame your overbold spirit, and to chasten +that headstrong and violent humor which has caused such scandal in +your dealings with our Abbey. Bread and water for six weeks from +now to the Feast of Saint Benedict, with a daily exhortation from +our chaplain, the pious Father Ambrose, may still avail to bend +the stiff neck and to soften the hard heart." + +At this ignominious sentence by which the proud heir of the house +of Loring would share the fate of the meanest village poacher, the +hot blood of Nigel rushed to his face, and his eye glanced round +him with a gleam which said more plainly than words that there +could be no tame acceptance of such a doom. Twice he tried to +speak, and twice his anger and his shame held the words in his +throat. + +"I am no subject of yours, proud Abbot!" he cried at last. "My +house has ever been vavasor to the King. I deny the power of you +and your court to lay sentence upon me. Punish these your own +monks, who whimper at your frown, but do not dare to lay your hand +upon him who fears you not, for he is a free man, and the peer of +any save only the King himself." + +The Abbot seemed for an instant taken aback by these bold words, +and by the high and strenuous voice in which they were uttered. +But the sterner sacrist came as ever to stiffen his will. He held +up the old parchment in his hand. + +"The Lorings were indeed vavasors to the King," said he; "but here +is the very seal of Eustace Loring which shows that he made +himself vassal to the Abbey and held his land from it." + +"Because he was gentle," cried Nigel, "because he had no thought +of trick or guile." + +"Nay!" said the summoner. "If my voice may be heard, father +Abbot, upon a point of the law, it is of no weight what the causes +may have been why a deed is subscribed, signed or confirmed, but a +court is concerned only with the terms, articles, covenants and +contracts of the said deed." + +"Besides," said the sacrist, "sentence is passed by the Abbey +court, and there is an end of its honor and good name if it be not +upheld." + +"Brother sacrist," said the Abbot angrily, "methinks you show +overmuch zeal in this case, and certes, we are well able to uphold +the dignity and honor of the Abbey court without any rede of +thine. As to you, worthy summoner, you will give your opinion +when we crave for it, and not before, or you may yourself get some +touch of the power of our tribunal. But your case hath been +tried, Squire Loring, and judgment given. I have no more to say." + +He motioned with his hand, and an archer laid his grip upon the +shoulder of the prisoner. But that rough plebeian touch woke +every passion of revolt in Nigel's spirit. Of all his high line +of ancestors, was there one who had been subjected to such +ignominy as this? Would they not have preferred death? And +should he be the first to lower their spirit or their traditions? +With a quick, lithe movement, he slipped under the arm of the +archer, and plucked the short, straight sword from the soldier's +side as he did so. The next instant he had wedged himself into +the recess of one of the narrow windows, and there were his pale +set face, his burning eyes, and his ready blade turned upon the +assembly. + +"By Saint Paul!" said he, "I never thought to find honorable +advancement under the roof of an abbey, but perchance there may, +be some room for it ere you hale me to your prison." + +The chapter-house was in an uproar. Never in the long and +decorous history of the Abbey had such a scene been witnessed +within its walls. The monks themselves seemed for an instant to +be infected by this spirit of daring revolt. Their own lifelong +fetters hung more loosely as they viewed this unheard-of defiance +of authority. They broke from their seats on either side and +huddled half-scared, half-fascinated, in a large half-circle round +the defiant captive, chattering, pointing, grimacing, a scandal +for all time. Scourges should fall and penance be done for many a +long week before the shadow of that day should pass from Waverley. +But meanwhile there was no effort to bring them back to their +rule. Everything was chaos and disorder. The Abbot had left his +seat of justice and hurried angrily forward, to be engulfed and +hustled in the crowd of his own monks like a sheep-dog who finds +himself entangled amid a flock. + +Only the sacrist stood clear. He had taken shelter behind the +half-dozen archers, who looked with some approval and a good deal +of indecision at this bold fugitive from justice. + +"On him!" cried the sacrist. "Shall he defy the authority of the +court, or shall one man hold six of you at bay? Close in upon him +and seize him. You, Baddlesmere, why do you hold back?" + +The man in question, a tall bushy-bearded fellow, clad like the +others in green jerkin and breeches with high brown boots, +advanced slowly, sword in hand, against Nigel. His heart was not +in the business, for these clerical courts were not popular, and +everyone had a tender heart for the fallen fortunes of the house +of Loring and wished well to its young heir. + +"Come, young sir, you have caused scathe enough," said he. "Stand +forth and give yourself up!" + +"Come and fetch me, good fellow," said Nigel, with a dangerous +smile. + +The archer ran in. There was a rasp of steel, a blade flickered +like a swift dart of flame, and the man staggered back, with blood +running down his forearm and dripping from his fingers. He wrung +them and growled a Saxon oath. + +"By the black rood of Bromeholm!" he cried, "I had as soon put my +hand down a fox's earth to drag up a vixen from her cubs." + +"Standoff!" said Nigel curtly. "I would not hurt you; but by +Saint Paul! I will not be handled, or some one will be hurt in +the handling." + +So fierce was his eye and so menacing his blade as he crouched in +the narrow bay of the window that the little knot of archers were +at a loss what to do. The Abbot had forced his way through the +crowd and stood, purple with outraged dignity, at their side. + +"He is outside the law," said he. "He hath shed blood in a court +of justice, and for such a sin there is no forgiveness. I will +not have my court so flouted and set at naught. He who draws the +sword, by the sword also let him perish. Forester Hugh lay a +shaft to your bow!" + +The man, who was one of the Abbey's lay servants, put his weight +upon his long bow and slipped the loose end of the string into the +upper notch. Then, drawing one of the terrible three-foot arrows, +steel-tipped and gaudily winged, from his waist, he laid it to the +string. + +"Now draw your bow and hold it ready!" cried the furious Abbot. +"Squire Nigel, it is not for Holy Church to shed blood, but there +is naught but violence which will prevail against the violent, and +on your head be the sin. Cast down the sword which you hold in +your hand!" + +"Will you give me freedom to leave your Abbey?" + +"When you have abided your sentence and purged your sin." + +"Then I had rather die where I stand than give up my sword." + +A dangerous flame lit in the Abbot's eyes. He came of a fighting +Norman stock, like so many of those fierce prelates who, bearing a +mace lest they should be guilty of effusion of blood, led their +troops into battle, ever remembering that it was one of their own +cloth and dignity who, crosier in hand, had turned the long-drawn +bloody day of Hastings. The soft accent of the churchman was gone +and it was the hard voice of a soldier which said-- + +"One minute I give you, and no more. Then when I cry 'Loose!' +drive me an arrow through his body." + +The shaft was fitted, the bow was bent, and the stern eyes of the +woodman were fixed on his mark. Slowly the minute passed, while +Nigel breathed a prayer to his three soldier saints, not that they +should save his body in this life, but that they should have a +kindly care for his soul in the next. Some thought of a fierce +wildcat sally crossed his mind, but once out of his corner he was +lost indeed. Yet at the last he would have rushed among his +enemies, and his body was bent for the spring, when with a deep +sonorous hum, like a breaking harp-string, the cord of the bow was +cloven in twain, and the arrow tinkled upon the tiled floor. At +the same moment a young curly-headed bowman, whose broad shoulders +and deep chest told of immense strength, as clearly as his frank, +laughing face and honest hazel eyes did of good humor and courage, +sprang forward sword in hand and took his place by Nigel's side. + +"Nay, comrades!" said he. "Samkin Aylward cannot stand by and see +a gallant man shot down like a bull at the end of a baiting. Five +against one is long odds; but two against four is better, and by +my finger-bones! Squire Nigel and I leave this room together, be +it on our feet or no." + +The formidable appearance of this ally and his high reputation +among his fellows gave a further chill to the lukewarm ardor of +the attack. Aylward's left arm was passed through his strung bow, +and he was known from Woolmer Forest to the Weald as the quickest, +surest archer that ever dropped a running deer at tenscore paces. + +"Nay, Baddlesmere, hold your fingers from your string-case, or I +may chance to give your drawing hand a two months' rest," said +Aylward. "Swords, if you will, comrades, but no man strings his +bow till I have loosed mine." + +Yet the angry hearts of both Abbot and sacrist rose higher with a +fresh obstacle. + +"This is an ill day for your father, Franklin Aylward, who holds +the tenancy of Crooksbury," said the sacrist. "He will rue it +that ever he begot a son who will lose him his acres and his +steading." + +"My father is a bold yeoman, and would rue it evermore that ever +his son should stand by while foul work was afoot," said Aylward +stoutly. "Fall on, comrades! We are waiting." + +Encouraged by promises of reward if they should fall in the +service of the Abbey, and by threats of penalties if they should +hold back, the four archers were about to close, when a singular +interruption gave an entirely new turn to the proceedings. + +At the door of the chapter-house, while these fiery doings had +been afoot, there had assembled a mixed crowd of lay brothers, +servants and varlets who had watched the development of the drama +with the interest and delight with which men hail a sudden break +in a dull routine. Suddenly there was an agitation at the back of +this group, then a swirl in the center, and finally the front rank +was violently thrust aside, and through the gap there emerged a +strange and whimsical figure, who from the instant of his +appearance dominated both chapter-house and Abbey, monks, prelates +and archers, as if he were their owner and their master. + +He was a man somewhat above middle age, with thin lemon-colored +hair, a curling mustache, a tufted chin of the same hue, and a +high craggy face, all running to a great hook of the nose, like +the beak of an eagle. His skin was tanned a brown-red by much +exposure to the wind and sun. In height he was tall, and his +figure was thin and loose-jointed, but stringy and hard-bitten. +One eye was entirely covered by its lid, which lay flat over an +empty socket, but the other danced and sparkled with a most +roguish light, darting here and there with a twinkle of humor and +criticism and intelligence, the whole fire of his soul bursting +through that one narrow cranny. + +His dress was as noteworthy as his person. A rich purple doublet +and cloak was marked on the lapels with a strange scarlet device +shaped like a wedge. Costly lace hung round his shoulders, and +amid its soft folds there smoldered the dull red of a heavy golden +chain. A knight's belt at his waist and a knight's golden spurs +twinkling from his doeskin riding-boots proclaimed his rank, and +on the wrist of his left gauntlet there sat a demure little hooded +falcon of a breed which in itself was a mark of the dignity of the +owner. Of weapons he had none, but a mandolin was slung by a +black silken band over his back, and the high brown end projected +above his shoulder. Such was the man, quaint, critical, +masterful, with a touch of what is formidable behind it, who now +surveyed the opposing groups of armed men and angry monks with an +eye which commanded their attention. + +"Excusez!" said he, in a lisping French. "Excusez, mes amis! I +had thought to arouse from prayer or meditation, but never have I +seen such a holy exercise as this under an abbey's roof, with +swords for breviaries and archers for acolytes. I fear that I +have come amiss, and yet I ride on an errand from one who permits +no delay." + +The Abbot, and possibly the sacrist also, had begun to realize +that events had gone a great deal farther than they had intended, +and that without an extreme scandal it was no easy matter for them +to save their dignity and the good name of Waverley. Therefore, +in spite of the debonair, not to say disrespectful, bearing of the +newcomer, they rejoiced at his appearance and intervention. + +"I am the Abbot of Waverley, fair son," said the prelate. "If +your message deal with a public matter it may be fitly repeated in +the chapter-house; if not I will give you audience in my own +chamber; for it is clear to me that you are a gentle man of blood +and coat-armor who would not lightly break in upon the business of +our court--a business which, as you have remarked, is little +welcome to men of peace like myself and the brethren of the rule +of Saint Bernard." + +"Pardieu! Father Abbot," said the stranger. "One had but to +glance at you and your men to see that the business was indeed +little to your taste, and it may be even less so when I say that +rather than see this young person in the window, who hath a noble +bearing, further molested by these archers, I will myself +adventure my person on his behalf." + +The Abbot's smile turned to a frown at these frank words. "It +would become you better, sir, to deliver the message of which you +say that you are the bearer, than to uphold a prisoner against the +rightful judgment of a court." + +The stranger swept the court with his questioning eye. "The +message is not for you, good father Abbot. It is for one whom I +know not. I have been to his house, and they have sent me hither. +The name is Nigel Loring." + +"It is for me, fair sir." + +"I had thought as much. I knew your father, Eustace Loring, and +though he would have made two of you, yet he has left his stamp +plain enough upon your face." + +"You know not the truth of this matter," said the Abbot. "If you +are a loyal man, you will stand aside, for this young man hath +grievously offended against the law, and it is for the King's +lieges to give us their support." + +"And you have haled him up for judgment," cried the stranger with +much amusement. "It is as though a rookery sat in judgment upon a +falcon. I warrant that you have found it easier to judge than to +punish. Let me tell you, father Abbot, that this standeth not +aright. When powers such as these were given to the like of you, +they were given that you might check a brawling underling or +correct a drunken woodman, and not that you might drag the best +blood in England to your bar and set your archers on him if he +questioned your findings." + +The Abbot was little used to hear such words of reproof uttered in +so stern a voice under his own abbey roof and before his listening +monks. "You may perchance find that an Abbey court has more +powers than you wot of, Sir Knight," said he, "if knight indeed +you be who are so uncourteous and short in your speech. Ere we go +further, I would ask your name and style?" + +The stranger laughed. "It is easy to see that you are indeed men +of peace," said he proudly. "Had I shown this sign," and he +touched the token upon his lapels, "whether on shield or pennon, +in the marches of France or Scotland, there is not a cavalier but +would have known the red pile of Chandos." + +Chandos, John Chandos, the flower of English chivalry, the pink of +knight-errantry, the hero already of fifty desperate enterprises, +a man known and honored from end to end of Europe! Nigel gazed at +him as one who sees a vision. The archers stood back abashed, +while the monks crowded closer to stare at the famous soldier of +the French wars. The Abbot abated his tone, and a smile came to +his angry face. + +"We are indeed men of peace, Sir John, and little skilled in +warlike blazonry," said he; "yet stout as are our Abbey walls, +they are not so thick that the fame of your exploits has not +passed through them and reached our ears. If it be your pleasure +to take an interest in this young and misguided Squire, it is not +for us to thwart your kind intention or to withhold such grace as +you request. I am glad indeed that he hath one who can set him so +fair an example for a friend." + +"I thank you for your courtesy, good father Abbot," said Chandos +carelessly. "This young Squire has, however, a better friend than +myself, one who is kinder to those he loves and more terrible to +those he hates. It is from him I bear a message." + +"I pray you, fair and honored sir," said Nigel, "that you will +tell me what is the message that you bear." + +"The message, mon ami, is that your friend comes into these parts +and would have a night's lodging at the manor house of Tilford for +the love and respect that he bears your family." + +"Nay, he is most welcome," said Nigel, "and yet I hope that he is +one who can relish a soldier's fare and sleep under a humble roof, +for indeed we can but give our best, poor as it is." + +"He is indeed a soldier and a good one," Chandos answered, +laughing, "and I warrant he has slept in rougher quarters than +Tilford Manor-house." + +"I have few friends, fair sir," said Nigel, with a puzzled face. +"I pray you give me this gentleman's name." + +"His name is Edward." + +"Sir Edward Mortimer of Kent, perchance, or is it Sir Edward +Brocas of whom the Lady Ermyntrude talks?" + +"Nay, he is known as Edward only, and if you ask a second name it +is Plantagenet, for he who comes to seek the shelter of your roof +is your liege lord and mine, the King's high majesty, Edward of +England." + + + + +VI. IN WHICH LADY ERMYNTRUDE OPENS THE IRON COFFER + + +AS in a dream Nigel heard these stupendous and incredible words. +As in a dream also he had a vision of a smiling and conciliatory +Abbot, of an obsequious sacrist, and of a band of archers who +cleared a path for him and for the King's messenger through the +motley crowd who had choked the entrance of the Abbey court. A +minute later he was walking by the side of Chandos through the +peaceful cloister, and in front in the open archway of the great +gate was the broad yellow road between its borders of green +meadow-land. The spring air was the sweeter and the more fragrant +for that chill dread of dishonor and captivity which had so +recently frozen his ardent heart. He had already passed the +portal when a hand plucked at his sleeve and he turned to find +himself confronted by the brown honest face and hazel eyes of the +archer who had interfered in his behalf. + +"Well," said Aylward, "what have you to say to me, young sir?" + +"What can I say, my good fellow, save that I thank you with all my +heart? By Saint Paul! if you had been my blood brother you could +not have stood by me more stoutly." + +"Nay! but this is not enough." + +Nigel colored with vexation, and the more so as Chandos was +listening with his critical smile to their conversation. "If you +had heard what was said in the court," said he, "you would +understand that I am not blessed at this moment with much of this +world's gear. The black death and the monks have between them +been heavy upon our estate. Willingly would I give you a handful +of gold for your assistance, since that is what you seem to crave; +but indeed I have it not, and so once more I say that you must be +satisfied with my thanks." + +"Your gold is nothing to me," said Aylward shortly, "nor would you +buy my loyalty if you filled my wallet with rose nobles, so long +as you were not a man after my own heart. But I have seen you +back the yellow horse, and I have seen you face the Abbot of +Waverley, and you are such a master as I would very gladly serve +if you have by chance a place for such a man. I have seen your +following, and I doubt not that they were stout fellows in your +grandfather's time; but which of them now would draw a bow-string +to his ear? Through you I have left the service of the Abbey of +Waverley, and where can I look now for a post? If I stay here I +am all undone like a fretted bow-string." + +"Nay, there can be no difficulty there," said Chandos. "Pardieu! +a roistering, swaggering dare-devil archer is worth his price on +the French border. There are two hundred such who march behind my +own person, and I would ask nothing better than to see you among +them." + +"I thank you, noble sir, for your offer," said Aylward, "and I +had rather follow your banner than many another one, for it is +well known that it goes ever forward, and I have heard enough of +the wars to know that there are small pickings for the man who +lags behind. Yet, if the Squire will have me, I would choose to +fight under the five roses of Loring, for though I was born in the +hundred of Easebourne and the rape of Chichester, yet I have grown +up and learned to use the longbow in these parts, and as the free +son of a free franklin I had rather serve my own neighbor than a +stranger." + +"My good fellow," said Nigel, "I have told you that I could in no +wise reward you for such service." + +"If you will but take me to the wars I will see to my own reward," +said Aylward. "Till then I ask for none, save a corner of your +table and six feet of your floor, for it is certain that the only +reward I would get from the Abbey for this day's work would be the +scourge for my back and the stocks for my ankles. Samkin Aylward +is your man, Squire Nigel, from this hour on, and by these ten +finger-bones he trusts the Devil will fly away with him if ever he +gives you cause to regret it!" So saying he raised his hand to +his steel cap in salute, slung his great yellow bow over his back, +and followed on some paces in the rear of his new master. + +"Pardieu! I have arrived a la bonne heure," said Chandos. "I +rode from Windsor and came to your manor house, to find it empty +save for a fine old dame, who told me of your troubles. From her I +walked across to the Abbey, and none too soon, for what with +cloth-yard shafts for your body, and bell, book and candle for +your soul, it was no very cheerful outlook. But here is the very +dame herself, if I mistake not." + +It was indeed the formidable figure of the Lady Ermyntrude, gaunt, +bowed and leaning on her staff, which had emerged from the door of +the manor-house and advanced to greet them. She croaked with +laughter, and shook her stick at the great building as she heard +of the discomfiture of the Abbey court. Then she led the way into +the hall where the best which she could provide had been laid out +for their illustrious guest. There was Chandos blood in her own +veins, traceable back through the de Greys, de Multons, de +Valences, de Montagues and other high and noble strains, so that +the meal had been eaten and cleared before she had done tracing +the network of intermarriages and connections, with quarterings, +impalements, lozenges and augmentations by which the blazonry of +the two families might be made to show a common origin. Back to +the Conquest and before it there was not a noble family-tree every +twig and bud of which was not familiar to the Dame Ermyntrude. + +And now when the trestles were cleared and the three were left +alone in the hall, Chandos broke his message to the lady. "King +Edward hath ever borne in mind that noble knight your son Sir +Eustace," said he. "He will journey to Southampton next week, and +I am his harbinger. He bade me say, noble and honored lady, that +he would come from Guildford in any easy stage so that he might +spend one night under your roof." + +The old dame flushed with pleasure, and then turned white with +vexation at the words. "It is in truth great honor to the house +of Loring," said she, "yet our roof is now humble and, as you have +seen, our fare is plain. The King knows not that we are so poor. +I fear lest we seem churlish and niggard in his eyes." + +But Chandos reasoned away her fears. The King's retinue would +journey on to Farnham Castle. There were no ladies in his party. +Though he was King, still he was a hardy soldier, and cared little +for his ease. In any case, since he had declared his coming, they +must make the best of it. Finally, with all delicacy, Chandos +offered his own purse if it would help in the matter. But already +the Lady Ermyntrude had recovered her composure. + +"Nay, fair kinsman, that may not be," said she. "I will make such +preparation as I may for the King. He will bear in mind that if +the house of Loring can give nothing else, they have always held +their blood and their lives at his disposal." + +Chandos was to ride on to Farnham Castle and beyond, but he +expressed his desire to have a warm bath ere he left Tilford, for +like most of his fellow-knights, he was much addicted to simmering +in the hottest water that he could possibly endure. The bath +therefore, a high hooped arrangement like a broader but shorter +churn, was carried into the privacy of the guest-chamber, and +thither it was that Nigel was summoned to hold him company while +he stewed and sweltered in his tub. + +Nigel perched himself upon the side of the high bed, swinging his +legs over the edge and gazing with wonder and amusement at the +quaint face, the ruffled yellow hair, and the sinewy shoulders of +the famous warrior, dimly seen amid a pillar of steam. He was in +a mood for talk; so Nigel with eager lips plied him with a +thousand questions about the wars, hanging upon every word which +came back to him, like those of the ancient oracles, out of the +mist and the cloud. To Chandos himself, the old soldier for whom +war had lost its freshness, it was a renewal of his own ardent +youth to listen to Nigel's rapid questions and to mark the rapt +attention with which he listened. + +"Tell me of the Welsh, honored sir," asked the Squire. "What +manner of soldiers are the Welsh?" + +"They are very valiant men of war," said Chandos, splashing about +in his tub. "There is good skirmishing to be had in their valleys +if you ride with a small following. They flare up like a +furzebush in the flames, but if for a short space you may abide +the heat of it, then there is a chance that it may be cooler." + +"And the Scotch?" asked Nigel. "You have made war upon them also, +as I understand." + +"The Scotch knights have no masters in the world, and he who can +hold his own with the best of them, be it a Douglas, a Murray or a +Seaton, has nothing more to learn. Though you be a hard man, you +will always meet as hard a one if you ride northward. If the +Welsh be like the furze fire, then, pardieu! the Scotch are the +peat, for they will smolder and you will never come to the end of +them. I have had many happy hours on the marches of Scotland, for +even if there be no war the Percies of Alnwick or the Governor of +Carlisle can still raise a little bickering with the border +clans." + +"I bear in mind that my father was wont to say that they were very +stout spearmen." + +"No better in the world, for the spears are twelve foot long and +they hold them in very thick array; but their archers are weak, +save only the men of Ettrick and Selkirk who come from the forest. +I pray you to open the lattice, Nigel, for the steam is overthick. +Now in Wales it is the spearmen who are weak, and there are no +archers in these islands like the men of Gwent with their bows of +elm, which shoot with such power that I have known a cavalier to +have his horse killed when the shaft had passed through his mail +breeches, his thigh and his saddle. And yet, what is the most +strongly shot arrow to these new balls of iron driven by the fire- +powder which will crush a man's armor as an egg is crushed by a +stone? Our fathers knew them not." + +"Then the better for us," cried Nigel, "since there is at least +one honorable venture which is all our own." + +Chandos chuckled and turned upon the flushed youth a twinkling and +sympathetic eye. "You have a fashion of speech which carries me +back to the old men whom I met in my boyhood," said he. "There +were some of the real old knight-errants left in those days, and +they spoke as you do. Young as you are, you belong to another +age. Where got you that trick of thought and word?" + +"I have had only one to teach me, the Lady Ermyntrude." + +"Pardieu! she has trained a proper young hawk ready to stoop at a +lordly quarry," said Chandos. "I would that I had the first +unhooding of you. Will you not ride with me to the wars?" + +The tears brimmed over from Nigel's eyes, and he wrung the gaunt +hand extended from the bath. "By Saint Paul! what could I ask +better in the world? I fear to leave her, for she has none other +to care for her. But if it can in any way be arranged--" + +"The King's hand may smooth it out. Say no more until he is here. +But if you wish to ride with me--" + +"What could man wish for more? Is there a Squire in England who +would not serve under the banner of Chandos! Whither do you go, +fair sir? And when do you go? Is it to Scotland? Is it to +Ireland? Is it to France? But alas, alas!" + +The eager face had clouded. For the instant he had forgotten that +a suit of armor was as much beyond his means as a service of gold +plate. Down in a twinkling came all his high hopes to the ground. +Oh, these sordid material things, which come between our dreams +and their fulfilment! The Squire of such a knight must dress with +the best. Yet all the fee simple of Tilford would scarce suffice +for one suit of plate. + +Chandos, with his quick wit and knowledge of the world, had +guessed the cause of this sudden change. "If you fight under my +banner it is for me to find the weapons," said he. "Nay, I will +not be denied." + +But Nigel shook his head sadly. "It may not be. The Lady +Ermyntrude would sell this old house and every acre round it, ere +she would permit me to accept this gracious bounty which you +offer. Yet I do not despair, for only last week I won for myself +a noble war-horse for which I paid not a penny, so perchance a +suit of armor may also come my way." + +"And how won you the horse?" + +"It was given me by the monks of Waverley." + +"This is wonderful. Pardieu! I should have expected, from what I +had seen, that they would have given you little save their +malediction." + +"They had no use for the horse, and they gave it to me." + +"Then we have only to find some one who has no use for a suit of +armor and will give it to you. Yet I trust that you will think +better of it and let me, since that good lady proves that I am +your kinsman, fit you for the wars." + +"I thank you, noble sir, and if I should turn to anyone it would +indeed be to you; but there are other ways which I would try +first. But I pray you, good Sir John, to tell me of some of your +noble spear-runnings against the French, for the whole land rings +with the tale of your deeds and I have heard that in one morning +three champions have fallen before your lance. Was it not so?" + +"That it was indeed so these scars upon my body will prove; but +these were the follies of my youth." + +"How can you call them follies? Are they not the means by which +honorable advancement may be gained and one's lady exalted?" + +"It is right that you should think so, Nigel. At your age a man +should have a hot head and a high heart. I also had both and +fought for my lady's glove or for my vow or for the love of +fighting. But as one grows older and commands men one has other +things to think of. One thinks less of one's own honor and more +of the safety of the army. It is not your own spear, your own +sword, your own arm, which will turn the tide of fight; but a cool +head may save a stricken field. He who knows when his horsemen +should charge and when they should fight on foot, he who can mix +his archers with his men-at-arms in such a fashion that each can +support the other, he who can hold up his reserve and pour it into +the battle when it may turn the tide, he who has a quick eye for +boggy land and broken ground--that is the man who is of more +worth to an army than Roland, Oliver and all the paladins." + +"Yet if his knights fail him, honored sir, all his head-work will +not prevail." + +"True enough, Nigel; so may every Squire ride to the wars with his +soul on fire, as yours is now. But I must linger no longer, for +the King's service must be done. I will dress, and when I have +bid farewell to the noble Dame Ermyntrude I will on to Farnham; +but you will see me here again on the day that the King comes." + +So Chandos went his way that evening, walking his horse through +the peaceful lanes and twanging his citole as he went, for he +loved music and was famous for his merry songs. The cottagers +came from their huts and laughed and clapped as the rich full +voice swelled and sank to the cheery tinkling of the strings. +There were few who saw him pass that would have guessed that the +quaint one-eyed man with the yellow hair was the toughest fighter +and craftiest man of war in Europe. Once only, as he entered +Farnham, an old broken man-at-arms ran out in his rags and +clutched at his horse as a dog gambols round his master. Chandos +threw him a kind word and a gold coin as he passed on to the +castle. + +In the meanwhile young Nigel and the Lady Ermyntrude, left alone +with their difficulties, looked blankly in each other's faces. + +"The cellar is well nigh empty," said Nigel. "There are two +firkins of small beer and a tun of canary. How can we set such +drink before the King and his court?" + +"We must have some wine of Bordeaux. With that and the mottled +cow's calf and the fowls and a goose, we can set forth a +sufficient repast if he stays only for the one night. How many +will be with him?" + +"A dozen, at the least." + +The old dame wrung her hands in despair. "Nay, take it not to +heart, dear lady!" said Nigel. "We have but to say the word and +the King would stop at Waverley, where he and his court would find +all that they could wish." + +"Never!" cried the Lady Ermyntrude. "It would be shame and +disgrace to us forever if the King were to pass our door when he +has graciously said that he was fain to enter in. Nay, I will do +it. Never did I think that I would be forced to this, but I know +that he would wish it, and I will do it." + +She went to the old iron coffer, and taking a small key from her +girdle she unlocked it. The rusty hinges, screaming shrilly as +she threw back the lid, proclaimed how seldom it was that she had +penetrated into the sacred recesses of her treasure-chest. At the +top were some relics of old finery: a silken cloak spangled with +golden stars, a coif of silver filigree, a roll of Venetian lace. +Beneath were little packets tied in silk which the old lady +handled with tender care: a man's hunting-glove, a child's shoe, a +love-knot done in faded green ribbon, some letters in rude rough +script, and a vernicle of Saint Thomas. Then from the very bottom +of the box she drew three objects, swathed in silken cloth, which +she uncovered and laid upon the table. The one was a bracelet of +rough gold studded with uncut rubies, the second was a gold +salver, and the third was a high goblet of the same metal. + +"You have heard me speak of these, Nigel, but never before have +you seen them, for indeed I have not opened the hutch for fear +that we might be tempted in our great need to turn them into +money. I have kept them out of my sight and even out of my +thoughts. But now it is the honor of the house which calls, and +even these must go. This goblet was that which my husband, Sir +Nele Loring, won after the intaking of Belgrade when he and his +comrades held the lists from matins to vespers against the flower +of the French chivalry. The salver was given him by the Earl of +Pembroke in memory of his valor upon the field of Falkirk." + +"And the bracelet, dear lady?" + +"You will not laugh, Nigel?" + +"Nay, why should I laugh?" + +"The bracelet was the prize for the Queen of Beauty which was +given to me before all the high-born ladies of England by Sir Nele +Loring a month before our marriage--the Queen of Beauty, Nigel-- +I, old and twisted, as you see me. Five strong men went down +before his lance ere he won that trinket for me. And now in my +last years--" + +"Nay, dear and honored lady, we will not part with it." + +"Yes, Nigel, he would have it so. I can hear his whisper in my +ear. Honor to him was everything--the rest nothing. Take it +from me, Nigel, ere my heart weakens. To-morrow you will ride with +it to Guildford; you will see Thorold the goldsmith; and you will +raise enough money to pay for all that we shall need for the +King's coming." She turned her face away to hide the quivering of +her wrinkled features, and the crash of the iron lid covered the +sob which burst from her overwrought soul. + + + + +VII. HOW NIGEL WENT MARKETING TO GUILDFORD + + +It was on a bright June morning that young Nigel, with youth and +springtime to make his heart light, rode upon his errand from +Tilford to Guildford town. Beneath him was his great yellow +warhorse, caracoling and curveting as be went, as blithe and free +of spirit as his master. In all England one would scarce have +found upon that morning so high-mettled and so debonair a pair. +The sandy road wound through groves of fir, where the breeze came +soft and fragrant with resinous gums, or over heathery downs, +which rolled away to north and to south, vast and untenanted, for +on the uplands the soil was poor and water scarce. Over +Crooksbury Common he passed, and then across the great Heath of +Puttenham, following a sandy path which wound amid the bracken and +the heather, for he meant to strike the Pilgrims' Way where it +turned eastward from Farnham and from Seale. As he rode he +continually felt his saddle-bag with his hand, for in it, securely +strapped, he had placed the precious treasures of the Lady +Ermyntrude. As he saw the grand tawny neck tossing before him, +and felt the easy heave of the great horse and heard the muffled +drumming of his hoofs, he could have sung and shouted with the joy +of living. + +Behind him, upon the little brown pony which had been Nigel's +former mount, rode Samkin Aylward the bowman, who had taken upon +himself the duties of personal attendant and body-guard. His +great shoulders and breadth of frame seemed dangerously top-heavy +upon the tiny steed, but he ambled along, whistling a merry lilt +and as lighthearted as his master. There was no countryman who +had not a nod and no woman who had not a smile for the jovial +bowman, who rode for the most part with his face over his +shoulder, staring at the last petticoat which had passed him. +Once only he met with a harsher greeting. It was from a tall, +white-headed, red-faced man whom they met upon the moor. + +"Good-morrow, dear father!" cried Aylward. "How is it with you at +Crooksbury? And how are the new black cow and the ewes from Alton +and Mary the dairymaid and all your gear?" + +"It ill becomes you to ask, you ne'er-do-weel," said the old man. +"You have angered the monks of Waverley, whose tenant I am, and +they would drive me out of my farm. Yet there are three more +years to run, and do what they may I will bide till then. But +little did I think that I should lose my homestead through you, +Samkin, and big as you are I would knock the dust out of that +green jerkin with a good hazel switch if I had you at Crooksbury." + +"Then you shall do it to-morrow morning, good father, for I will +come and see you then. But indeed I did not do more at Waverley +than you would have done yourself. Look me in the eye, old +hothead, and tell me if you would have stood by while the last +Loring--look at him as he rides with his head in the air and his +soul in the clouds--was shot down before your very eyes at the +bidding of that fat monk! If you would, then I disown you as my +father." + +"Nay, Samkin, if it was like that, then perhaps what you did was +not so far amiss. But it is hard to lose the old farm when my +heart is buried deep in the good brown soil." + +"Tut, man! there are three years to run, and what may not happen +in three years? Before that time I shall have gone to the wars, +and when I have opened a French strong box or two you can buy the +good brown soil and snap your fingers at Abbot John and his +bailiffs. Am I not as proper a man as Tom Withstaff of Churt? +And yet he came back after six months with his pockets full of +rose nobles and a French wench on either arm." + +"God preserve us from the wenches, Samkin! But indeed I think +that if there is money to be gathered you are as likely to get +your fist full as any man who goes to the war. But hasten, lad, +hasten! Already your young master is over the brow." + +Thus admonished, the archer waved his gauntleted hand to his +father, and digging his heels into the sides of his little pony +soon drew up with the Squire. Nigel glanced over his shoulder and +slackened speed until the pony's head was up to his saddle. + +"Have I not heard, archer," said he, "that an outlaw has been +loose in these parts?" + +"It is true, fair sir. He was villain to Sir Peter Mandeville, +but he broke his bonds and fled into the forests. Men call him +the `Wild Man of Puttenham.'" + +"How comes it that he has not been hunted down? If the man be a +draw-latch and a robber it would be an honorable deed to clear the +country of such an evil." + +"Twice the sergeants-at-arms from Guildford have come out against +him, but the fox has many earths, and it would puzzle you to get +him out of them." + +"By Saint Paul! were my errand not a pressing one I would be +tempted to turn aside and seek him. Where lives he, then?" + +"There is a great morass beyond Puttenham, and across it there are +caves in which he and his people lurk." + +"His people? He hath a band?" + +"There are several with him." + +"It sounds a most honorable enterprise," said Nigel. "When the +King hath come and gone we will spare a day for the outlaws of +Puttenham. I fear there is little chance for us to see them on +this journey." + +"They prey upon the pilgrims who pass along the Winchester Road, +and they are well loved by the folk in these parts, for they rob +none of them and have an open hand for all who will help them." + +"It is right easy to have an open hand with the money that you +have stolen," said Nigel; "but I fear that they will not try to +rob two men with swords at their girdles like you and me, so we +shall have no profit from them." + +They had passed over the wild moors and had come down now into the +main road by which the pilgrims from the west of England made +their way to the national shrine at Canterbury. It passed from +Winchester, and up the beautiful valley of the Itchen until it +reached Farnham, where it forked into two branches, one of which +ran along the Hog's Back, while the second wound to the south and +came out at Saint Catherine's Hill where stands the Pilgrim +shrine, a gray old ruin now, but once so august, so crowded and so +affluent. It was this second branch upon which Nigel and Aylward +found themselves as they rode to Guildford. + +No one, as it chanced, was going the same way as themselves, but +they met one large drove of pilgrims returning from their journey +with pictures of Saint Thomas and snails' shells or little leaden +ampullae in their hats and bundles of purchases over their +shoulders. They were a grimy, ragged, travel-stained crew, the +men walking, the women borne on asses. Man and beast, they limped +along as if it would be a glad day when they saw their homes once +more. These and a few beggars or minstrels, who crouched among +the heather on either side of the track in the hope of receiving +an occasional farthing from the passer-by, were the only folk they +met until they had reached the village of Puttenham. Already +there, was a hot sun and just breeze enough to send the dust +flying down the road, so they were glad to clear their throats +with a glass of beer at the ale-stake in the village, where the +fair alewife gave Nigel a cold farewell because he had no +attentions for her, and Aylward a box on the ear because he had +too many. + +On the farther side of Puttenham the road runs through thick woods +of oak and beech, with a tangled undergrowth of fern and bramble. +Here they met a patrol of sergeants-at-arms, tall fellows, +well-mounted, clad in studded-leather caps and tunics, with lances +and swords. They walked their horses slowly on the shady side of +the road, and stopped as the travelers came up, to ask if they had +been molested on the way. + +"Have a care," they added, "for the `Wild Man' and his wife are +out. Only yesterday they slew a merchant from the west and took a +hundred crowns." + +"His wife, you say?" + +"Yes, she is ever at his side, and has saved him many a time, for +if he has the strength it is she who has the wit. I hope to see +their heads together upon the green grass one of these mornings." + +The patrol passed downward toward Farnham, and so, as it proved, +away from the robbers, who had doubtless watched them closely from +the dense brushwood which skirted the road. Coming round a curve, +Nigel and Aylward were aware of a tall and graceful woman who sat, +wringing her hands and weeping bitterly, upon the bank by the side +of the track. At such a sight of beauty in distress Nigel pricked +Pommers with the spur and in three bounds was at the side of the +unhappy lady. + +"What ails you, fair dame?" he asked. "Is there any small matter +in which I may stand your friend, or is it possible that anyone +hath so hard a heart as to do you an injury." + +She rose and turned upon him a face full of hope and entreaty. +"Oh, save my poor, poor father!" she cried. "Have you perchance +seen the way-wardens? They passed us, and I fear they are beyond +reach." + +"Yes, they have ridden onward, but we may serve as well." + +"Then hasten, hasten, I pray you! Even now they may be doing him +to death. They have dragged him into yonder grove and I have +heard his voice growing ever weaker in the distance. Hasten, I +implore you!" + +Nigel sprang from his horse and tossed the rein to Aylward. + +"Nay, let us go together. How many robbers were there, lady?" + +"Two stout fellows." + +"Then I come also." + +"Nay, it is not possible," said Nigel. "The wood is too thick for +horses, and we cannot leave them in the road." + +"I will guard them," cried the lady. + +"Pommers is not so easily held. Do you bide here, Aylward, until +you hear from me. Stir not, I command you!" So saying, Nigel, +with the light, of adventure gleaming in his joyous eyes, drew his +sword and plunged swiftly into the forest. + +Far and fast he ran, from glade to glade, breaking through the +bushes, springing over the brambles, light as a young deer, +peering this way and that, straining his ears for a sound, and +catching only the cry of the wood-pigeons. Still on he went, with +the constant thought of the weeping woman behind and of the +captured man in front. It was not until he was footsore and out +of breath that he stopped with his hand to his side, and +considered that his own business had still to be done, and that it +was time once more that he should seek the road to Guildford. + +Meantime Aylward had found his own rough means of consoling the +woman in the road, who stood sobbing with her face against the +side of Pommers' saddle. + +"Nay, weep not, my pretty one," said he. "It brings the tears to +my own eyes to see them stream from thine." + +"Alas! good archer, he was the best of fathers, so gentle and so +kind! Had you but known him, you must have loved him." + +"Tut, tut! he will suffer no scathe. Squire Nigel will bring him +back to you anon." + +"No, no, I shall never see him more. Hold me, archer, or I fall!" + +Aylward pressed his ready arm round the supple waist. The +fainting woman leaned with her hand upon his shoulder. Her pale +face looked past him, and it was some new light in her eyes, a +flash of expectancy, of triumph, of wicked joy, which gave him +sudden warning of his danger. + +He shook her off and sprang to one side, but only just in time to +avoid a crashing blow from a great club in the hands of a man even +taller and stronger than himself. He had one quick vision of +great white teeth clenched in grim ferocity, a wild flying beard +and blazing wild-beast eyes. The next instant he had closed, +ducking his head beneath another swing of that murderous cudgel. + +With his arms round the robber's burly body and his face buried in +his bushy beard, Aylward gasped and strained and heaved. Back and +forward in the dusty road the two men stamped and staggered, a +grim wrestling-match, with life for the prize. Twice the great +strength of the outlaw had Aylward nearly down, and twice with his +greater youth and skill the archer restored his grip and his +balance. Then at last his turn came. He slipped his leg behind +the other's knee, and, giving a mighty wrench, tore him across it. +With a hoarse shout the outlaw toppled backward and had hardly +reached the ground before Aylward had his knee upon his chest and +his short sword deep in his beard and pointed to his throat. + +"By these ten finger-bones!" he gasped, "one more struggle and it +is your last!" + +The man lay still enough, for he was half-stunned by the crashing +fall. Aylward looked round him, but the woman had disappeared. +At the first blow struck she had vanished into the forest. He +began to have fears for his master, thinking that he perhaps had +been lured into some deathtrap; but his forebodings were soon at +rest, for Nigel himself came hastening down the road, which he had +struck some distance from the spot where he left it. + +"By Saint Paul!" he cried, "who is this man on whom you are +perched, and where is the lady who has honored us so far as to +crave our help? Alas, that I have been unable to find her +father!" + +"As well for you, fair sir," said Aylward, "for I am of opinion +that her father was the Devil. This woman is, as I believe, the +wife of the `Wild Man of Puttenham,' and this is the `Wild Man' +himself who set upon me and tried to brain me with his club." + +The outlaw, who had opened his eyes, looked with a scowl from his +captor to the new-comer. "You are in luck, archer," said he, "for +I have come to grips with many a man, but I cannot call to mind +any who have had the better of me." + +"You have indeed the grip of a bear," said Aylward; "but it was a +coward deed that your wife should hold me while you dashed out my +brains with a stick. It is also a most villainous thing to lay a +snare for wayfarers by asking for their pity and assistance, so +that it was our own soft hearts which brought us into such danger. +The next who hath real need of our help may suffer for your sins." + +"When the hand of the whole world is against you," said the outlaw +in a surly voice, "you must fight as best you can." + +"You well deserve to be hanged, if only because you have brought +this woman, who is fair and gentle-spoken, to such a life," said +Nigel. "Let us tie him by the wrist to my stirrup leather, +Aylward, and we will lead him into Guildford." + +The archer drew a spare bowstring from his case and had bound the +prisoner as directed, when Nigel gave a sudden start and cry of +alarm. + +"Holy Mary!" he cried. "Where is the saddle-bag?" + +It had been cut away by a sharp knife. Only the two ends of strap +remained. Aylward and Nigel stared at each other in blank dismay. +Then the young Squire shook his clenched hands and pulled at his +yellow curls in his despair. + +"The Lady Ermyntrude's bracelet! My grandfather's cup!" he cried. +"I would have died ere I lost them! What can I say to her? I +dare not return until I have found them. Oh, Aylward, Aylward! +how came you to let them be taken?" + +The honest archer had pushed back his steel cap and was scratching +his tangled head. "Nay, I know nothing of it. You never said +that there was aught of price in the bag, else had I kept a better +eye upon it. Certes! it was not this fellow who took it, since I +have never had my hands from him. It can only be the woman who +fled with it while we fought." + +Nigel stamped about the road in his perplexity. "I would follow +her to the world's end if I knew where I could find her, but to +search these woods for her is to look for a mouse in a +wheat-field. Good Saint George, thou who didst overcome the +Dragon, I pray you by that most honorable and knightly achievement +that you will be with me now! And you also, great Saint Julian, +patron of all wayfarers in distress! Two candles shall burn +before your shrine at Godalming, if you will but bring me back my +saddle-bag. What would I not give to have it back?" + +"Will you give me my life?" asked the outlaw. "Promise that I go +free, and you shall have it back, if it be indeed true that my +wife has taken it." + +"Nay, I cannot do that," said Nigel. "My honor would surely be +concerned, since my loss is a private one; but it would be to the +public scathe that you should go free. By Saint Paul! it would be +an ungentle deed if in order to save my own I let you loose upon +the gear of a hundred others." + +"I will not ask you to let me loose," said the "Wild Man." "If +you will promise that my life be spared I will restore your bag." + +"I cannot give such a promise, for it will lie with the Sheriff +and reeves of Guildford." + +"Shall I have your word in my favor?" + +"That I could promise you, if you will give back the bag, though I +know not how far my word may avail. But your words are vain, for +you cannot think that we will be so fond as to let you go in the +hope that you return?" + +"I would not ask it," said the "Wild Man," "for I can get your bag +and yet never stir from the spot where I stand. Have I your +promise upon your honor and all that you hold dear that you will +ask for grace?" + +"You have." + +"And that my wife shall be unharmed?" + +"I promise it." + +The outlaw laid back his head and uttered a long shrill cry like +the howl of a wolf. There was a silent pause, and then, clear and +shrill, there rose the same cry no great distance away in the +forest. Again the "Wild Man" called, and again his mate replied. +A third time he summoned, as the deer bells to the doe in the +greenwood. Then with a rustle of brushwood and snapping of twigs +the woman was before them once more, tall, pale, graceful, +wonderful. She glanced neither at Aylward nor Nigel, but ran to +the side of her husband. + +"Dear and sweet lord," she cried, "I trust they have done you no +hurt. I waited by the old ash, and my heart sank when you came +not." + +"I have been taken at last, wife." + +"Oh, cursed, cursed day! Let him go, kind, gentle sirs; do not +take him from me!" + +"They will speak for me at Guildford," said the "Wild Man." "They +have sworn it. But hand them first the bag that you have taken." + +She drew it out from under her loose cloak. "Here it is, gentle +sir. Indeed it went to my heart to take it, for you had mercy +upon me in my trouble. But now I am, as you see, in real and very +sore distress. Will you not have mercy now? Take ruth on us, +fair sir! On my knees I beg it of you, most gentle and kindly +Squire!" + +Nigel had clutched his bag, and right glad he was to feel that the +treasures were all safe within it. "My proffer is given," said +he. "I will say what I can; but the issue rests with others. I +pray you to stand up, for indeed I cannot promise more." + +"Then I must be content," said she, rising, with a composed face. +"I have prayed you to take ruth, and indeed I can do no more; but +ere I go back to the forest I would rede you to be on your guard +lest you lose your bag once more. Wot you how I took it, archer? +Nay, it was simple enough, and may happen again, so I make it +clear to you. I had this knife in my sleeve, and though it is +small it is very sharp. I slipped it down like this. Then when I +seemed to weep with my face against the saddle, I cut down like +this--" + +In an instant she had shorn through the stirrup leather which +bound her man, and he, diving under the belly of the horse, had +slipped like a snake into the brushwood. In passing he had struck +Pommers from beneath, and the great horse, enraged and insulted, +was rearing high, with two men hanging to his bridle. When at +last he had calmed there was no sign left of the "Wild Man" or of +his wife. In vain did Aylward, an arrow on his string, run here +and there among the great trees and peer down the shadowy glades. +When he returned he and his master cast a shamefaced glance at +each other. + +"I trust that we are better soldiers than jailers," said Aylward, +as he climbed on his pony. + +But Nigel's frown relaxed into a smile. "At least we have gained +back what we lost," said he. "Here I place it on the pommel of my +saddle, and I shall not take my eyes from it until we are safe in +Guildford town." + +So they jogged on together until passing Saint Catherine's shrine +they crossed the winding Wey once more, and so found themselves in +the steep high street with its heavy-caved gabled houses, its +monkish hospitium upon the left, where good ale may still be +quaffed, and its great square-keeped castle upon the right, no +gray and grim skeleton of ruin, but very quick and alert, with +blazoned banner flying free, and steel caps twinkling from the +battlement. A row of booths extended from the castle gate to the +high street, and two doors from the Church of the Trinity was that +of Thorold the goldsmith, a rich burgess and Mayor of the town. + +He looked long and lovingly at the rich rubies and at the fine +work upon the goblet. Then he stroked his flowing gray beard as +he pondered whether he should offer fifty nobles or sixty, for he +knew well that he could sell them again for two hundred. If he +offered too much his profit would be reduced. If he offered too +little the youth might go as far as London with them, for they +were rare and of great worth. The young man was ill-clad, and his +eyes were anxious. Perchance he was hard pressed and was ignorant +of the value of what he bore. He would sound him. + +"These things are old and out of fashion, fair sir," said he. "Of +the stones I can scarce say if they are of good quality or not, +but they are dull and rough. Yet, if your price be low I may add +them to my stock, though indeed this booth was made to sell and +not to buy. What do you ask?" + +Nigel bent his brows in perplexity. Here was a game in which +neither his bold heart nor his active limbs could help him. It +was the new force mastering the old: the man of commerce +conquering the man of war--wearing him down and weakening him +through the centuries until he had him as his bond-servant and his +thrall. + +"I know not what to ask, good sir," said Nigel. "It is not for +me, nor for any man who bears my name, to chaffer and to haggle. +You know the worth of these things, for it is your trade to do so. +The Lady Ermyntrude lacks money, and we must have it against the +King's coming, so give me that which is right and just, and we +will say no more." + +The goldsmith smiled. The business was growing more simple and +more profitable. He had intended to offer fifty, but surely it +would be sinful waste to give more than twenty-five. + +"I shall scarce know what to do with them when I have them," said +he. "Yet I should not grudge twenty nobles if it is a matter in +which the King is concerned." + +Nigel's heart turned to lead. This sum would not buy one-half +what was needful. It was clear that the Lady Ermyntrude had +overvalued her treasures. Yet he could not return empty-handed, +so if twenty nobles was the real worth, as this good old man +assured him, then he must be thankful and take it. + +"I am concerned by what you say," said he. "You know more of +these things than I can do. However, I will take--" + +"A hundred and fifty," whispered Aylward's voice in his ear. + +"A hundred and fifty," said Nigel, only too relieved to have found +the humblest guide upon these unwonted paths. + +The goldsmith started. This youth was not the simple soldier that +he had seemed. That frank face, those blue eyes, were traps for +the unwary. Never had he been more taken aback in a bargain. + +"This is fond talk and can lead to nothing, fair sir," said he, +turning away and fiddling with the keys of his strong boxes. "Yet +I have no wish to be hard on you. Take my outside price, which is +fifty nobles." + +"And a hundred," whispered Aylward. + +"And a hundred," said Nigel, blushing at his own greed. + +"Well, well, take a hundred!" cried the merchant. "Fleece me, +skin me, leave me a loser, and take for your wares the full +hundred!" + +"I should be shamed forever if I were to treat you so badly," said +Nigel. "You have spoken me fair, and I would not grind you down. +Therefore, I will gladly take one hundred--" + +"And fifty," whispered Aylward. + +"And fifty," said Nigel. + +"By Saint John of Beverley!" cried the merchant. "I came hither +from the North Country, and they are said to be shrewd at a deal +in those parts; but I had rather bargain with a synagogue full of +Jews than with you, for all your gentle ways. Will you indeed +take no less than a hundred and fifty? Alas! you pluck from me my +profits of a month. It is a fell morning's work for me. I would +I had never seen you!" With groans and lamentations he paid the +gold pieces across the counter, and Nigel, hardly able to credit +his own good fortune, gathered them into the leather saddle-bag. + +A moment later with flushed face he was in the street and pouring +out his thanks to Aylward. + +"Alas, my fair lord! the man has robbed us now," said the archer. +"We could have had another twenty had we stood fast." + +"How know you that, good Aylward?" + +"By his eyes, Squire Loring. I wot I have little store of reading +where the parchment of a book or the pinching of a blazon is +concerned, but I can read men's eyes, and I never doubted that he +would give what he has given." + +The two travelers had dinner at the monk's hospitium, Nigel at the +high table and Aylward among the commonalty. Then again they +roamed the high street on business intent. Nigel bought taffeta +for hangings, wine, preserves, fruit, damask table linen and many +other articles of need. At last he halted before the armorer's +shop at the castle-yard, staring at the fine suits of plate, the +engraved pectorals, the plumed helmets, the cunningly jointed +gorgets, as a child at a sweet-shop. + +"Well, Squire Loring," said Wat the armorer, looking sidewise from +the furnace where he was tempering a sword blade, "what can I sell +you this morning? I swear to you by Tubal Cain, the father of all +workers in metal, that you might go from end to end of Cheapside +and never see a better suit than that which hangs from yonder +hook!" + +"And the price, armorer?" + +"To anyone else, two hundred and fifty rose nobles. To you two +hundred." + +"And why cheaper to me, good fellow?" + +"Because I fitted your father also for the wars, and a finer suit +never went out of my shop. I warrant that it turned many an edge +before he laid it aside. We worked in mail in those days, and I +had as soon have a well-made thick-meshed mail as any plates; but +a young knight will be in the fashion like any dame of the court, +and so it must be plate now, even though the price be trebled." + +"Your rede is that the mail is as good?" + +"I am well sure of it." + +"Hearken then, armorer! I cannot at this moment buy a suit of +plate, and yet I sorely need steel harness on account of a small +deed which it is in my mind to do. Now I have at my home at +Tilford that very suit of mail of which you speak, with which my +father first rode to the wars. Could you not so alter it that it +should guard my limbs also?" + +The armorer looked at Nigel's small upright figure and burst out +laughing. "You jest, Squire Loring! The suit was made for one +who was far above the common stature of man." + +"Nay, I jest not. If it will but carry me through one spear- +running it will have served its purpose." + +The armorer leaned back on his anvil and pondered while Nigel +stared anxiously at his sooty face. + +"Right gladly would I lend you a suit of plate for this one +venture, Squire Loring, but I know well that if you should be +overthrown your harness becomes prize to the victor. I am a poor +man with many children, and I dare not risk the loss of it. But +as to what you say of the old suit of mail, is it indeed in good +condition?" + +"Most excellent, save only at the neck, which is much frayed." + +"To shorten the limbs is easy. It is but to cut out a length of +the mail and then loop up the links. But to shorten the body--nay, +that is beyond the armorer's art." + +"It was my last hope. Nay, good armorer, if you have indeed +served and loved my gallant father, then I beg you by his memory +that you will help me now." + +The armorer threw down his heavy hammer with a crash upon the +floor. "It is not only that I loved your father, Squire Loring, +but it is that I have seen you, half armed as you were, ride +against the best of them at the Castle tiltyard. Last Martinmas +my heart bled for you when I saw how sorry was your harness, and +yet you held your own against the stout Sir Oliver with his Milan +suit: When go you to Tilford?" + +"Even now." + +"Heh, Jenkin, fetch out the cob!" cried the worthy Wat. "May my +right hand lose its cunning if I do not send you into battle in +your father's suit! To-morrow I must be back in my booth, but +to-day I give to you without fee and for the sake of the good-will +which I bear to your house. I will ride with you to Tilford, and +before night you shall see what Wat can do." + +So it came about that there was a busy evening at the old Tilford +Manor-house, where the Lady Ermyntrude planned and cut and hung +the curtains for the hall, and stocked her cupboards with the good +things which Nigel had brought from Guildford. + +Meanwhile the Squire and the armorer sat with their heads touching +and the old suit of mail with its gorget of overlapping plates +laid out across their knees. Again and again old Wat shrugged his +shoulders, as one who has been asked to do more than can be +demanded from mortal man. At last, at a suggestion from the +Squire, he leaned back in his chair and laughed long and loudly in +his bushy beard, while the Lady Ermyntrude glared her black +displeasure at such plebeian merriment. Then taking his fine +chisel and his hammer from his pouch of tools, the armorer, still +chuckling at his own thoughts, began to drive a hole through the +center of the steel tunic. + + + + +VIII. HOW THE KING HAWKED ON CROOKSBURY HEATH + + +The King and his attendants had shaken off the crowd who had +followed them from Guildford along the Pilgrims' Way and now, the +mounted archers having beaten off the more persistent of the +spectators, they rode at their ease in a long, straggling, +glittering train over the dark undulating plain of heather. + +In the van was the King himself, for his hawks were with him and +he had some hope of sport. Edward at that time was a well-grown, +vigorous man in the very prime of his years, a keen sportsman, an +ardent gallant and a chivalrous soldier. He was a scholar too, +speaking Latin, French, German, Spanish, and even a little +English. + +So much had long been patent to the world, but only of recent +years had he shown other and more formidable characteristics: a +restless ambition which coveted his neighbor's throne, and a wise +foresight in matters of commerce, which engaged him now in +transplanting Flemish weavers and sowing the seeds of what for +many years was the staple trade of England. Each of these varied +qualities might have been read upon his face. The brow, shaded by +a crimson cap of maintenance, was broad and lofty. The large +brown eyes were ardent and bold. His chin was clean-shaven, and +the close-cropped dark mustache did not conceal the strong mouth, +firm, proud and kindly, but capable of setting tight in merciless +ferocity. His complexion was tanned to copper by a life spent in +field sports or in war, and he rode his magnificent black horse +carelessly and easily, as one who has grown up in the saddle. His +own color was black also, for his active; sinewy figure was set +off by close-fitting velvet of that hue, broken only by a belt of +gold, and by a golden border of open pods of the broom-plant. + +With his high and noble bearing, his simple yet rich attire and +his splendid mount, he looked every inch a King. + +The picture of gallant man on gallant horse was completed by the +noble Falcon of the Isles which fluttered along some twelve feet +above his head, "waiting on," as it was termed, for any quarry +which might arise. The second bird of the cast was borne upon the +gauntleted wrist of Raoul the chief falconer in the rear. + +At the right side of the monarch and a little behind him rode a +youth some twenty years of age, tall, slim and dark, with noble +aquiline features and keen penetrating eyes which sparkled with +vivacity and affection as he answered the remarks of the King. He +was clad in deep crimson diapered with gold, and the trappings of +his white palfrey were of a magnificence which proclaimed the rank +of its rider. On his face, still free from mustache or beard, +there sat a certain gravity and majesty of expression which showed +that young as he was great affairs had been in his keeping and +that his thoughts and interests were those of the statesman and +the warrior. That great day when, little more than a school-boy, +he had led the van of the victorious army which had crushed the +power of France and Crecy, had left this stamp upon his features; +but stern as they were they had not assumed that tinge of +fierceness which in after years was to make "The Black Prince" a +name of terror on the marches of France. Not yet had the first +shadow of fell disease come to poison his nature ere it struck at +his life, as he rode that spring day, light and debonair, upon the +heath of Crooksbury. + +On the left of the King, and so near to him that great intimacy +was implied, rode a man about his own age, with the broad face, +the projecting jaw and the flattish nose which are often the +outward indications of a pugnacious nature. + +His complexion was crimson, his large blue eyes somewhat +prominent, and his whole appearance full-blooded and choleric. He +was short, but massively built, and evidently possessed of immense +strength. His voice, however, when he spoke was gentle and +lisping, while his manner was quiet and courteous. Unlike the +King or the Prince, he was clad in light armor and carried a sword +by his side and a mace at his saddle-bow, for he was acting as +Captain of the King's Guard, and a dozen other knights in steel +followed in the escort. No hardier soldier could Edward have at +his side, if, as was always possible in those lawless times, +sudden danger was to threaten, for this was the famous knight of +Hainault, now naturalized as an Englishman, Sir Walter Manny, who +bore as high a reputation for chivalrous valor and for gallant +temerity as Chandos himself. + +Behind the knights, who were forbidden to scatter and must always +follow the King's person, there was a body of twenty or thirty +hobblers or mounted bowmen, together with several squires, unarmed +themselves but leading spare horses upon which the heavier part of +their knights' equipment was carried. A straggling tail of +falconers, harbingers, varlets, body-servants and huntsmen holding +hounds in leash completed the long and many-colored train which +rose and dipped on the low undulations of the moor. + +Many weighty things were on the mind of Edward the King. There +was truce for the moment with France, but it was a truce broken by +many small deeds of arms, raids, surprises and ambushes upon +either side, and it was certain that it would soon dissolve again +into open war. Money must be raised, and it was no light matter +to raise it, now that the Commons had once already voted the tenth +lamb and the tenth sheaf. Besides, the Black Death had ruined the +country, the arable land was all turned to pasture, the laborer, +laughing at statutes, would not work under fourpence a day, and +all society was chaos. In addition, the Scotch were growling over +the border, there was the perennial trouble in half-conquered +Ireland, and his allies abroad in Flanders and in Brabant were +clamoring for the arrears of their subsidies. + +All this was enough to make even a victorious monarch full of +care; but now Edward had thrown it all to the winds and was as +light-hearted as a boy upon a holiday. No thought had he for the +dunning of Florentine bankers or the vexatious conditions of those +busybodies at Westminster. He was out with his hawks, and his +thoughts and his talk should be of nothing else. The varlets beat +the heather and bushes as they passed, and whooped loudly as the +birds flew out. + +"A magpie! A magpie!" cried the falconer. + +"Nay, nay, it is not worthy of your talons, my brown-eyed queen," +said the King, looking up at the great bird which flapped from +side to side above his head, waiting for the whistle which should +give her the signal. "The tercels, falconer--a cast of tercels! +Quick, man, quick! Ha! the rascal makes for wood! He puts in! +Well flown, brave peregrine! He makes his point. Drive him out +to thy comrade. Serve him, varlets! Beat the bushes! He breaks! +He breaks! Nay, come away then! You will see Master Magpie no +more." + +The bird had indeed, with the cunning of its race, flapped its way +through brushwood and bushes to the thicker woods beyond, so that +neither the hawk amid the cover nor its partner above nor the +clamorous beaters could harm it. The King laughed at the +mischance and rode on. Continually birds of various sorts were +flushed, and each was pursued by the appropriate hawk, the snipe +by the tercel, the partridge by the goshawk, even the lark by the +little merlin. But the King soon tired of this petty sport and +went slowly on his way, still with the magnificent silent +attendant flapping above his head. + +"Is she not a noble bird, fair son?" he asked, glancing up as her +shadow fell upon him. + +"She is indeed, sire. Surely no finer ever came from the isles of +the north." + +"Perhaps not, and yet I have had a hawk from Barbary as good a +footer and a swifter flyer. An Eastern bird in yarak has no +peer." + +"I had one once from the Holy Land," said de Manny. "It was +fierce and keen and swift as the Saracens themselves. They say of +old Saladin that in his day his breed of birds, of hounds and of +horses had no equal on earth." + +"I trust, dear father, that the day may come when we shall lay our +hands on all three," said the Prince, looking with shining eyes +upon the King. "Is the Holy Land to lie forever in the grasp of +these unbelieving savages, or the Holy Temple to be defiled by +their foul presence? Ah! my dear and most sweet lord, give to me +a thousand lances with ten thousand bowmen like those I led at +Crecy, and I swear to you by God's soul that within a year I will +have done homage to you for the Kingdom of Jerusalem!" + +The King laughed as he turned to Walter Manny. "Boys will still +be boys," said he. + +"The French do not count me such!" cried the young Prince, +flushing with anger. + +"Nay, fair son, there is no one sets you at a higher rate than +your father. But you have the nimble mind and quick fancy of +youth, turning over from the thing that is half done to a further +task beyond. How would we fare in Brittany and Normandy while my +young paladin with his lances and his bowmen was besieging Ascalon +or battering at Jerusalem?" + +"Heaven would help in Heaven's work." + +"From what I have heard of the past," said the King dryly, "I +cannot see that Heaven has counted for much as an ally in these +wars of the East. I speak with reverence, and yet it is but sooth +to say that Richard of the Lion Heart or Louis of France might +have found the smallest earthly principality of greater service to +him than all the celestial hosts. How say you to that, my Lord +Bishop?" + +A stout churchman who had ridden behind the King on a solid bay +cob, well-suited to his weight and dignity, jogged up to the +monarch's elbow. "How say you, sire? I was watching the goshawk +on the partridge and heard you not." + +"Had I said that I would add two manors to the See of Chichester, +I warrant that you would have heard me, my Lord Bishop." + +"Nay, fair lord, test the matter by saying so," cried the jovial +Bishop. + +The King laughed aloud. "A fair counter, your reverence. By the +rood! you broke your lance that passage. But the question I +debated was this: How is it that since the Crusades have +manifestly been fought in God's quarrel, we Christians have had so +little comfort or support in fighting them. After all our efforts +and the loss of more men than could be counted, we are at last +driven from the country, and even the military orders which were +formed only for that one purpose can scarce hold a footing in the +islands of the Greek sea. There is not one seaport nor one +fortress in Palestine over which the flag of the Cross still +waves. Where then was our ally?" + +"Nay, sire, you open a great debate which extends far beyond this +question of the Holy Land, though that may indeed be chosen as a +fair example. It is the question of all sin, of all suffering, of +all injustice--why it should pass without the rain of fire and +the lightnings of Sinai. The wisdom of God is beyond our +understanding." + +The King shrugged his shoulders. "This is an easy answer, my Lord +Bishop. You are a prince of the Church. It would fare ill with +an earthly prince who could give no better answer to the affairs +which concerned his realm." + +"There are other considerations which might be urged, most +gracious sire. It is true that the Crusades were a holy +enterprise which might well expect the immediate blessing of God; +but the Crusaders--is it certain that they deserved such a +blessing? Have I not heard that their camp was the most dissolute +ever seen?" + +"Camps are camps all the world over, and you cannot in a moment +change a bowman into a saint. But the holy Louis was a crusader +after your own heart. Yet his men perished at Mansurah and he +himself at Tunis." + +"Bethink you also that this world is but the antechamber of the +next," said the prelate. "By suffering and tribulation the soul +is cleansed, and the true victor may be he who by the patient +endurance of misfortune merits the happiness to come." + +"If that be the true meaning of the Church's blessing, then I hope +that it will be long before it rests upon our banners in France," +said the King. "But methinks that when one is out with a brave +horse and a good hawk one might find some other subject than +theology. Back to the birds, Bishop, or Raoul the falconer will +come to interrupt thee in thy cathedral." + +Straightway the conversation came back to the mystery of the woods +and the mystery of the rivers, to the dark-eyed hawks and the +yellow-eyed, to hawks of the lure and hawks of the fist. The +Bishop was as steeped in the lore of falconry as the King, and the +others smiled as the two wrangled hard over disputed and technical +questions: if an eyas trained in the mews can ever emulate the +passage hawk taken wild, or how long the young hawks should be +placed at hack, and how long weathered before they are fully +reclaimed. + +Monarch and prelate were still deep in this learned discussion, +the Bishop speaking with a freedom and assurance which he would +never have dared to use in affairs of Church and State, for in all +ages there is no such leveler as sport. Suddenly, however, the +Prince, whose keen eyes had swept from time to time over the great +blue heaven, uttered a peculiar call and reined up his palfrey, +pointing at the same time into the air. + +"A heron!" he cried. "A heron on passage!" + +To gain the full sport of hawking a heron must not be put up from +its feeding-ground, where it is heavy with its meal, and has no +time to get its pace on before it is pounced upon by the more +active hawk, but it must be aloft, traveling from point to point, +probably from the fish-stream to the heronry. Thus to catch the +bird on passage was the prelude of all good sport. The object to +which the Prince had pointed was but a black dot in the southern +sky, but his strained eyes had not deceived him, and both Bishop +and King agreed that it was indeed a heron, which grew larger +every instant as it flew in their direction. + +"Whistle him off, sire! Whistle off the gerfalcon!" cried the +Bishop. + +"Nay, nay, he is overfar. She would fly at check." + +"Now, sire, now!" cried the Prince, as the great bird with the +breeze behind him came sweeping down the sky. + +The King gave the shrill whistle, and the well-trained hawk raked +out to the right and to the left to make sure which quarry she was +to follow. Then, spying the heron, she shot up in a swift +ascending curve to meet him. + +"Well flown, Margot! Good bird!" cried the King, clapping his +hands to encourage the hawk, while the falconers broke into the +shrill whoop peculiar to the sport. + +Going on her curve, the hawk would soon have crossed the path of +the heron; but the latter, seeing the danger in his front and +confident in his own great strength of wing and lightness of body, +proceeded to mount higher in the air, flying in such small rings +that to the spectators it almost seemed as if the bird was going +perpendicularly upward. + +"He takes the air!" cried the King. "But strong as he flies, he +cannot out fly Margot. Bishop, I lay you ten gold pieces to one +that the heron is mine." + +"I cover your wager, sire," said the Bishop. "I may not take gold +so won, and yet I warrant that there is an altar-cloth somewhere +in need of repairs." + +"You have good store of altar-cloths, Bishop, if all the gold I +have seen you win at tables goes to the mending of them," said the +King. "Ah! by the rood, rascal, rascal! See how she flies at +check!" + +The quick eyes of the Bishop had perceived a drift of rooks when +on their evening flight to the rookery were passing along the very +line which divided the hawk from the heron. A rook is a hard +temptation for a hawk to resist. In an instant the inconstant +bird had forgotten all about the great heron above her and was +circling over the rooks, flying westward with them as she singled +out the plumpest for her stoop. + +"There is yet time, sire! Shall I cast off her mate?" cried the +falconer. + +"Or shall I show you, sire, how a peregrine may win where a +gerfalcon fails?" said the Bishop. "Ten golden pieces to one upon +my bird." + +"Done with you, Bishop!" cried the King, his brow dark with +vexation. "By the rood! if you were as learned in the fathers as +you are in hawks you would win to the throne of Saint Peter! Cast +off your peregrine and make your boasting good." + +Smaller than the royal gerfalcon, the Bishop's bird was none the +less a swift and beautiful creature. From her perch upon his +wrist she had watched with fierce, keen eyes the birds in the +heaven, mantling herself from time to time in her eagerness. Now +when the button was undone and the leash uncast the peregrine +dashed off with a whir of her sharp-pointed wings, whizzing round +in a great ascending circle which mounted swiftly upward, growing +ever smaller as she approached that lofty point where, a mere +speck in the sky, the heron sought escape from its enemies. Still +higher and higher the two birds mounted, while the horsemen, their +faces upturned, strained their eyes in their efforts to follow +them. + +"She rings! She still rings!" cried the Bishop. "She is above +him! She has gained her pitch." + +"Nay, nay, she is far below," said the King. + +"By my soul, my Lord Bishop is right!" cried the Prince. "I +believe she is above. See! See! She swoops!" + +"She binds! She binds!" cried a dozen voices as the two dots +blended suddenly into one. + +There could be no doubt that they were falling rapidly. Already +they grew larger to the eye. Presently the heron disengaged +himself and flapped heavily away, the worse for that deadly +embrace, while the peregrine, shaking her plumage, ringed once +more so as to get high above the quarry and deal it a second and +more fatal blow. The Bishop smiled, for nothing, as it seemed, +could hinder his victory. + +"Thy gold pieces shall be well spent, sire," said he. "What is +lost to the Church is gained by the loser." + +But a most unlooked-for chance deprived the Bishop's altar cloth +of its costly mending. The King's gerfalcon having struck down a +rook, and finding the sport but tame, bethought herself suddenly +of that noble heron, which she still perceived fluttering over +Crooksbury Heath. How could she have been so weak as to allow +these silly, chattering rooks to entice her away from that lordly +bird? Even now it was not too late to atone for her mistake. In +a great spiral she shot upward until she was over the heron. But +what was this? Every fiber of her, from her crest to her deck +feathers, quivered with jealousy and rage at the sight of this +creature, a mere peregrine, who had dared to come between a royal +gerfalcon and her quarry. With one sweep of her great wings she +shot up until she was above her rival. The next instant-- + +"They crab! They crab!" cried the King, with a roar of laughter, +following them with his eyes as they bustled down through the air. +"Mend thy own altar-cloths, Bishop. Not a groat shall you have +from me this journey. Pull them apart, falconer, lest they do +each other an injury. And now, masters, let us on, for the sun +sinks toward the west." + +The two hawks, which had come to the ground interlocked with +clutching talons and ruffled plumes, were torn apart and brought +back bleeding and panting to their perches, while the heron after +its perilous adventure flapped its way heavily onward to settle +safely in the heronry of Waverley. The cortege, who had scattered +in the excitement of the chase, came together again, and the +journey was once more resumed. + +A horseman who had been riding toward them across the moor now +quickened his pace and closed swiftly upon them. As he came +nearer, the King and the Prince cried out joyously and waved their +hands in greeting. + +"It is good John Chandos!!" cried the King. "By the rood, John, I +have missed your merry songs this week or more! Glad I am to see +that you have your citole slung to your back. Whence come you +then?" + +"I come from Tilford, sire, in the hope that I should meet your +majesty." + +"It was well thought of. Come, ride here between the Prince and +me, and we will believe that we are back in France with our war +harness on our backs once more. What is your news, Master John?" + +Chandos' quaint face quivered with suppressed amusement and his +one eye twinkled like a star. "Have you had sport, my liege?" + +"Poor sport, John. We flew two hawks on the same heron. They +crabbed, and the bird got free. But why do you smile so?" + +"Because I hope to show you better sport ere you come to Tilford." + +"For the hawk? For the hound?" + +"A nobler sport than either." + +"Is this a riddle, John? What mean you?" + +"Nay, to tell all would be to spoil all. I say again that there +is rare sport betwixt here and Tilford, and I beg you, dear lord, +to mend your pace that we make the most of the daylight." + +Thus adjured, the King set spurs to his horse, and the whole +cavalcade cantered over the heath in the direction which Chandos +showed. Presently as they came over a slope they saw beneath them +a winding river with an old high-backed bridge across it. On the +farther side was a village green with a fringe of cottages and one +dark manor house upon the side of the hill. + +"This is Tilford," said Chandos. "Yonder is the house of the +Lorings." + +The King's expectations had been aroused and his face showed his +disappointment. + +"Is this the sport that you have promised us, Sir John? How can +you make good your words?" + +"I will make them good, my liege." + +"Where then is the sport?" + +On the high crown of the bridge a rider in armor was seated, +lance in hand, upon a great yellow steed. Chandos touched the +King's arm and pointed. "That is the sport," said he. + + + + +IX. HOW NIGEL HELD THE BRIDGE AT TILFORD + + +The King looked at the motionless figure, at the little crowd of +hushed expectant rustics beyond the bridge, and finally at the +face of Chandos, which shone with amusement. + +"What is this, John?" he asked. + +"You remember Sir Eustace Loring, sire?" + +"Indeed I could never forget him nor the manner of his death." + +"He was a knight errant in his day." + +"That indeed he was--none better have I known." + +"So is his son Nigel, as fierce a young war-hawk as ever yearned +to use beak and claws; but held fast in the mews up to now. This +is his trial fight. There he stands at the bridge-head, as was +the wont in our fathers' time, ready to measure himself against +all comers." + +Of all Englishmen there was no greater knight errant than the King +himself, and none so steeped in every quaint usage of chivalry; so +that the situation was after his own heart. + +"He is not yet a knight?" + +"No, sire, only a Squire." + +"Then he must bear himself bravely this day if he is to make good +what he has done. Is it fitting that a young untried Squire +should venture to couch his lance against the best in England?" + +"He hath given me his cartel and challenge," said Chandos, drawing +a paper from his tunic. "Have I your permission, sire, to issue +it?" + +"Surely, John, we have no cavalier more versed in the laws of +chivalry than yourself. You know this young man, and you are +aware how far he is worthy of the high honor which he asks. Let +us hear his defiance." + +The knights and squires of the escort, most of whom were veterans +of the French war, had been gazing with interest and some surprise +at the steel-clad figure in front of them. Now at a call from Sir +Walter Manny they assembled round the spot where the King and +Chandos had halted. Chandos cleared his throat and read from his +paper-- + +"`A tous seigneurs, chevaliers et escuyers,' so it is headed, +gentlemen. It is a message from the good Squire Nigel Loring of +Tilford, son of Sir Eustace Loring, of honorable memory. Squire +Loring awaits you in arms, gentlemen, yonder upon the crown of the +old bridge. Thus says he: `For the great desire that I, a most +humble and unworthy Squire, entertain, that I may come to the +knowledge of the noble gentlemen who ride with my royal master, I +now wait on the Bridge of the Way in the hope that some of them +may condescend to do some small deed of arms upon me, or that I +may deliver them from any vow which they may have taken. This I +say out of no esteem for myself, but solely that I may witness the +noble bearing of these famous cavaliers and admire their skill in +the handling of arms. Therefore, with the help of Saint George, I +will hold the bridge with sharpened lances against any or all who +may deign to present themselves while daylight lasts." + +"What say you to this, gentlemen?" asked the King, looking round +with laughing eyes. + +"Truly it is issued in very good form," said the Prince. "Neither +Claricieux nor Red Dragon nor any herald that ever wore tabard +could better it. Did he draw it of his own hand?" + +"He hath a grim old grandmother who is one of the ancient breed," +said Chandos. "I doubt not that the Dame Ermyntrude hath drawn a +challenge or two before now. But hark ye, sire, I would have a +word in your ear--and yours too, most noble Prince." + +Leading them aside, Chandos whispered some explanations, which +ended by them all three bursting into a shout of laughter. + +"By the rood! no honorable gentleman should be reduced to such +straits," said the King. "It behooves me to look to it. But how +now, gentlemen? This worthy cavalier still waits his answer." + +The soldiers had all been buzzing together; but now Walter Manny +turned to the King with the result of their counsel. + +"If it please your majesty," said he, "we are of opinion that this +Squire hath exceeded all bounds in desiring to break a spear with +a belted knight ere he has given his proofs. We do him sufficient +honor if a Squire ride against him, and with your consent I have +chosen my own body-squire, John Widdicombe, to clear the path for +us across the bridge." + +"What you say, Walter, is right and fair," said the King. "Master +Chandos, you will tell our champion yonder what hath been +arranged. You will advise him also that it is our royal will that +this contest be not fought upon the bridge, since it is very clear +that it must end in one or both going over into the river, but +that he advance to the end of the bridge and fight upon the plain. +You will tell him also that a blunted lance is sufficient for such +an encounter, but that a hand-stroke or two with sword or mace may +well be exchanged, if both riders should keep their saddles. A +blast upon Raoul's horn shall be the signal to close." + +Such ventures as these where an aspirant for fame would wait for +days at a cross-road, a ford, or a bridge, until some worthy +antagonist should ride that way, were very common in the old days +of adventurous knight erranty, and were still familiar to the +minds of all men because the stories of the romancers and the +songs of the trouveres were full of such incidents. Their actual +occurrence however had become rare. There was the more curiosity, +not unmixed with amusement, in the thoughts of the courtiers as +they watched Chandos ride down to the bridge and commented upon +the somewhat singular figure of the challenger. His build was +strange, and so also was his figure, for the limbs were short for +so tall a man. His head also was sunk forward as if he were lost +in thought or overcome with deep dejection. + +"This is surely the Cavalier of the Heavy Heart," said Manny. +"What trouble has he, that he should hang his head?" + +"Perchance he hath a weak neck," said the King. + +"At least he hath no weak voice," the Prince remarked, as Nigel's +answer to Chandos came to their ears. "By our lady, he booms like +a bittern." + +As Chandos rode back again to the King, Nigel exchanged the old +ash spear which had been his father's for one of the blunted +tournament lances which he took from the hands of a stout archer +in attendance. He then rode down to the end of the bridge where a +hundred-yard stretch of greensward lay in front of him. At the +same moment the Squire of Sir Walter Manny, who had been hastily +armed by his comrades, spurred forward and took up his position. + +The King raised his hand; there was a clang from the falconer's +horn, and the two riders, with a thrust of their heels and a shake +of their bridles, dashed furiously at each other. In the center +the green strip of marshy meadowland, with the water squirting +from the galloping hoofs, and the two crouching men, gleaming +bright in the evening sun, on one side the half circle of +motionless horsemen, some in steel, some in velvet, silent and +attentive, dogs, hawks, and horses all turned to stone; on the +other the old peaked bridge, the blue lazy river, the group of +openmouthed rustics, and the dark old manor-house with one grim +face which peered from the upper window. + +A good man was John Widdicombe, but he had met a better that day. +Before that yellow whirlwind of a horse and that rider who was +welded and riveted to his saddle his knees could not hold their +grip. Nigel and Pommers were one flying missile, with all their +weight and strength and energy centered on the steady end of the +lance. Had Widdicombe been struck by a thunderbolt he could not +have flown faster or farther from his saddle. Two full +somersaults did he make, his plates clanging like cymbals, ere he +lay prone upon his back. + +For a moment the King looked grave at that prodigious fall. Then +smiling once more as Widdicombe staggered to his feet, he clapped +his hands loudly in applause. "A fair course and fairly run!" he +cried. "The five scarlet roses bear themselves in peace even as I +have seen them in war. How now, my good Walter? Have you another +Squire or will you clear a path for us yourself?" + +Manny's choleric face had turned darker as he observed the +mischance of his representative. He beckoned now to a tall +knight, whose gaunt and savage face looked out from his open +bassinet as an eagle might from a cage of steel. + +"Sir Hubert," said he, "I bear in mind the day when you overbore +the Frenchman at Caen. Will you not be our champion now?" + +"When I fought the Frenchman, Walter, it was with naked weapons," +said the knight sternly. "I am a soldier and I love a soldier's +work, but I care not for these tiltyard tricks which were invented +for nothing but to tickle the fancies of foolish women." + +"Oh, most ungallant speech!" cried the King. "Had my good-consort +heard you she would have arraigned you to appear at a Court of +Love with a jury of virgins to answer for your sins. But I pray +you to take a tilting spear, good Sir Hubert!" + +"I had as soon take a peacock's feather, my fair lord; but I will +do it, if you ask me. Here, page, hand me one of those sticks, +and let me see what I can do." + +But Sir Hubert de Burgh was not destined to test either his skill +or his luck. The great bay horse which he rode was as unused to +this warlike play as was its master, and had none of its master's +stoutness of heart; so that when it saw the leveled lance, the +gleaming figure and the frenzied yellow horse rushing down upon +it, it swerved, turned and galloped furiously down the river-bank. +Amid roars of laughter from the rustics on the one side and from +the courtiers on the other, Sir Hubert was seen, tugging vainly at +his bridle, and bounding onward, clearing gorse-bushes and +heather-clumps, until he was but a shimmering, quivering gleam +upon the dark hillside. Nigel, who had pulled Pommers on to his +very haunches at the instant that his opponent turned, saluted +with his lance and trotted back to the bridge-head, where he +awaited his next assailant. + +"The ladies would say that a judgment hath fallen upon our good +Sir Hubert for his impious words," said the King. + +"Let us hope that his charger may be broken in ere they venture to +ride out between two armies," remarked the Prince. "They might +mistake the hardness of his horse's mouth for a softness of the +rider's heart. See where he rides, still clearing every bush upon +his path." + +"By the rood!" said the King, "if the bold Hubert has not +increased his repute as a jouster he has gained great honor as a +horseman. But the bridge is still closed, Walter. How say you +now? Is this young Squire never to be unhorsed, or is your King +himself to lay lance in rest ere his way can be cleared? By the +head of Saint Thomas! I am in the very mood to run a course with +this gentle youth." + +"Nay, nay, sire, too much honor hath already been done him!" said +Manny, looking angrily at the motionless horseman. "That this +untried boy should be able to say that in one evening he has +unhorsed my Squire, and seen the back of one of the bravest +knights in England is surely enough to turn his foolish head. +Fetch me a spear, Robert! I will see what I can make of him." + +The famous knight took the spear when it was brought to him as a +master-workman takes a tool. He balanced it, shook it once or +twice in the air, ran his eyes down it for a flaw in the wood, and +then finally having made sure of its poise and weight laid it +carefully in rest under his arm. Then gathering up his bridle so +as to have his horse under perfect command, and covering himself +with the shield, which was slung round his neck, he rode out to do +battle. + +Now, Nigel, young and inexperienced, all Nature's aid will not +help you against the mixed craft and strength of such a warrior. +The day will come when neither Manny nor even Chandos could sweep +you from your saddle; but now, even had you some less cumbrous +armor, your chance were small. Your downfall is near; but as you +see the famous black chevrons on a golden ground your gallant +heart which never knew fear is only filled with joy and amazement +at the honor done you. Your downfall is near, and yet in your +wildest dreams you would never guess how strange your downfall is +to be. + +Again with a dull thunder of hoofs the horses gallop over the soft +water-meadow. Again with a clash of metal the two riders meet. +It is Nigel now, taken clean in the face of his helmet with the +blunted spear, who flies backward off his horse and falls clanging +on the grass. + +But good heavens! what is this? Manny has thrown up his hands in +horror and the lance has dropped from his nerveless fingers. From +all sides, with cries of dismay, with oaths and shouts and +ejaculations to the saints, the horsemen ride wildly in. Was ever +so dreadful, so sudden, so complete, an end to a gentle passage at +arms? Surely their eyes must be at fault? Some wizard's trick +has been played upon them to deceive their senses. But no, it was +only too clear. There on the greensward lay the trunk of the +stricken cavalier, and there, a good dozen yards beyond, lay his +helmeted head. + +"By the Virgin!" cried Manny wildly, as he jumped from his horse, +"I would give my last gold piece that the work of this evening +should be undone! How came it? What does it mean? Hither, my +Lord Bishop, for surely it smacks of witchcraft and the Devil." + +With a white face the Bishop had sprung down beside the prostrate +body, pushing through the knot of horrified knights and squires. + +"I fear that the last offices of the Holy Church come too late," +said he in a quivering voice. "Most unfortunate young man! How +sudden an end! In medio vitae, as the Holy Book has it--one +moment in the pride of his youth, the next his head torn from his +body. Now God and his saints have mercy upon me and guard me from +evil!" + +The last prayer was shot out of the Bishop with an energy and +earnestness unusual in his orisons. It was caused by the sudden +outcry of one of the Squires who, having lifted the helmet from +the ground, cast it down again with a scream of horror. + +"It is empty!" he cried. "It weighs as light as a feather." + +"'Fore God, it is true!" cried Manny, laying his hand on it. +"There is no one in it. With what have I fought, father Bishop? +Is it of this world or of the next?" + +The Bishop had clambered on his horse the better to consider the +point. "If the foul fiend is abroad," said he, "my place is over +yonder by the King's side. Certes that sulphur-colored horse hath +a very devilish look. I could have sworn that I saw both smoke +and flame from its nostrils. The beast is fit to bear a suit of +armor which rides and fights and yet hath no man within it." + +"Nay, not too fast, father Bishop," said one of the knights. "It +may be all that you say and yet come from a human workshop. When +I made a campaign in South Germany I have seen at Nuremberg a +cunning figure, devised by an armorer, which could both ride and +wield a sword. If this be such a one--" + +"I thank you all for your very gentle courtesy," said a booming +voice from the figure upon the ground. + +At the words even the valiant Manny sprang into his saddle. Some +rode madly away from the horrid trunk. A few of the boldest +lingered. + +"Most of all," said the voice, "would I thank the most noble +knight, Sir Walter Manny, that he should deign to lay aside his +greatness and condescend to do a deed of arms upon so humble a +Squire." + +"'Fore God!" said Manny, "if this be the Devil, then the Devil +hath a very courtly tongue. I will have him out of his armor, if +he blast me!" + +So saying he sprang once more from his horse and plunging his hand +down the slit in the collapsed gorget he closed it tightly upon a +fistful of Nigel's yellow curls. The groan that came forth was +enough to convince him that it was indeed a man who lurked within. +At the same time his eyes fell upon the hole in the mail corselet +which had served the Squire as a visor, and he burst into +deep-chested mirth. The King, the Prince and Chandos, who had +watched the scene from a distance, too much amused by it to +explain or interfere, rode up weary with laughter, now that all +was discovered. + +"Let him out!" said the King, with his hand to his side. "I pray +you to unlace him and let him out! I have shared in many a +spear-running, but never have I been nearer falling from my horse +than as I watched this one. I feared the fall had struck him +senseless, since he lay so still." + +Nigel had indeed lain with all the breath shaken from his body, +and as he was unaware that his helmet had been carried off, he had +not understood either the alarm or the amusement that he had +caused. Now freed from the great hauberk in which he had been +shut like a pea in a pod, he stood blinking in the light, blushing +deeply with shame that the shifts to which his poverty had reduced +him should be exposed to all these laughing courtiers. It was the +King who brought him comfort. + +"You have shown that you can use your father's weapons," said he, +"and you have proved also that you are the worthy bearer of his +name and his arms, for you have within you that spirit for which +he was famous. But I wot that neither he nor you would suffer a +train of hungry men to starve before your door; so lead on, I pray +you, and if the meat be as good as this grace before it, then it +will be a feast indeed." + + + + +X. HOW THE KING GREETED HIS SENESCHAL OF CALAIS + + +It would have fared ill with the good name of Tilford Manor house +and with the housekeeping of the aged Dame Ermyntrude had the +King's whole retinue, with his outer and inner marshal, his +justiciar, his chamberlain and his guard, all gathered under the +one roof. But by the foresight and the gentle management of +Chandos this calamity was avoided, so that some were quartered at +the great Abbey and others passed on to enjoy the hospitality of +Sir Roger FitzAlan at Farnham Castle. Only the King himself, the +Prince, Manny, Chandos, Sir Hubert de Burgh, the Bishop and two or +three more remained behind as the guests of the Lorings. + +But small as was the party and humble the surroundings, the King +in no way relaxed that love of ceremony, of elaborate form and of +brilliant coloring which was one of his characteristics. The +sumpter-mules were unpacked, squires ran hither and thither, baths +smoked in the bed-chambers, silks and satins were unfolded, gold +chains gleamed and clinked, so that when at last, to the long +blast of two court trumpeters, the company took their seats at the +board, it was the brightest, fairest scene which those old black +rafters had ever spanned. + +The great influx of foreign knights who had come in their splendor +from all parts of Christendom to take part in the opening of the +Round Tower of Windsor six years before, and to try their luck and +their skill at the tournament connected with it, had deeply +modified the English fashions of dress. The old tunic, over-tunic +and cyclas were too sad and simple for the new fashions, so now +strange and brilliant cote-hardies, pourpoints, courtepies, +paltocks, hanselines and many other wondrous garments, +parti-colored or diapered, with looped, embroidered or escalloped +edges, flamed and glittered round the King. He himself, in black +velvet and gold, formed a dark rich center to the finery around +him. On his right sat the Prince, on his left the Bishop, while +Dame Ermyntrude marshaled the forces of the household outside, +alert and watchful, pouring in her dishes and her flagons at the +right moment, rallying her tired servants, encouraging the van, +hurrying the rear, hastening up her reserves, the tapping of her +oak stick heard everywhere the pressure was the greatest. + +Behind the King, clad in his best, but looking drab and sorry amid +the brilliant costumes round him, Nigel himself, regardless of an +aching body and a twisted knee, waited upon his royal guests, who +threw many a merry jest at him over their shoulders as they still +chuckled at the adventure of the bridge. + +"By the rood!" said King Edward, leaning back, with a chicken bone +held daintily between the courtesy fingers of his left hand, "the +play is too good for this country stage. You must to Windsor with +me, Nigel, and bring with you this great suit of harness in which +you lurk. There you shall hold the lists with your eyes in your +midriff, and unless some one cleave you to the waist I see not how +any harm can befall you. Never have I seen so small a nut in so +great a shell." + +The Prince, looking back with laughing eyes, saw by Nigel's +flushed and embarrassed face that his poverty hung heavily upon +him. "Nay," said he kindly, "such a workman is surely worthy of +better tools." + +"And it is for his master to see that he has them," added the +King. "The court armorer will look to it that the next time your +helmet is carried away, Nigel, your head shall be inside it." + +Nigel, red to the roots of his flaxen hair, stammered out some +words of thanks. + +John Chandos, however, had a fresh suggestion, and he cocked a +roguish eye as he made it: "Surely, my liege, your bounty is +little needed in this case. It is the ancient law of arms that if +two cavaliers start to joust, and one either by maladdress or +misadventure fail to meet the shock, then his arms become the +property of him who still holds the lists. This being so, +methinks, Sir Hubert de Burgh, that the fine hauberk of Milan and +the helmet of Bordeaux steel in which you rode to Tilford should +remain with our young host as some small remembrance of your +visit." + +The suggestion raised a general chorus of approval and laughter, +in which all joined, save only Sir Hubert himself, who, flushed +with anger, fixed his baleful eyes upon Chandos' mischievous and +smiling face. + +"I said that I did not play that foolish game, and I know nothing +of its laws," said he; "but you know well, John, that if you would +have a bout with sharpened spear or sword, where two ride to the +ground, and only one away from it, you have not far to go to find +it." + +"Nay, nay, would you ride to the ground? Surely you had best +walk, Hubert," said Chandos. "On your feet I know well that I +should not see your back as we have seen it to-day. Say what you +will, your horse has played you false, and I claim your suit of +harness for Nigel Loring." + +"Your tongue is overlong, John, and I am weary of its endless +clack!" said Sir Hubert, his yellow mustache bristling from a +scarlet face. "If you claim my harness, do you yourself come and +take it. If there is a moon in the sky you may try this very +night when the board is cleared." + +"Nay, fair sirs," cried the King, smiling from one to the other, +"this matter must be followed no further. Do you fill a bumper of +Gascony, John, and you also, Hubert. Now pledge each other, I +pray you, as good and loyal comrades who would scorn to fight save +in your King's quarrel. We can spare neither of you while there +is so much work for brave hearts over the sea. As to this matter +of the harness, John Chandos speaks truly where it concerns a +joust in the lists, but we hold that such a law is scarce binding +in this, which was but a wayside passage and a gentle trial of +arms. On the other hand, in the case of your Squire, Master +Manny, there can be no doubt that his suit is forfeit." + +"It is a grievous hearing for him, my liege," said Walter Manny; +"for he is a poor man and hath been at sore pains to fit himself +for the wars. Yet what you say shall be done, fair sire. So, if +you will come to me in the morning, Squire Loring, John +Widdicombe's suit will be handed over to you." + +"Then with the King's leave, I will hand it back to him," said +Nigel, troubled and stammering; "for indeed I had rather never +ride to the wars than take from a brave man his only suit of +plate." + +"There spoke your father's spirit!" cried the King. "By the rood! +Nigel, I like you full well. Let the matter bide in my hands. +But I marvel much that Sir Aymery the Lombard hath not come to us +yet from Windsor." + +From the moment of his arrival at Tilford, again and again King +Edward had asked most eagerly whether Sir Aymery had come, and +whether there was any news of him, so that the courtiers glanced +at each other in wonder. For Aymery was known to all of them as a +famous mercenary of Italy, lately appointed Governor of Calais, +and this sudden and urgent summons from the King might well mean +some renewal of the war with France, which was the dearest wish of +every soldier. Twice the King had stopped his meal and sat with +sidelong head; his wine-cup in his hand, listening attentively +when some sound like the clatter of hoofs was heard from outside; +but the third time there could be no mistake. The tramp and +jingle of the horses broke loud upon the ear, and ended in hoarse +voices calling out of the darkness, which were answered by the +archers posted as sentries without the door. + +"Some traveler has indeed arrived, my liege," said Nigel. "What +is your royal will?" + +"It can be but Aymery," the King answered, "for it was only to him +that I left the message that he should follow me hither. Bid him +come in, I pray you, and make him very welcome at your board." + +Nigel cast open the door, plucking a torch from its bracket as he +did so. Half a dozen men-at-arms sat on their horses outside, but +one had dismounted, a short, squat, swarthy man with a rat face +and quick, restless brown eyes which peered eagerly past Nigel +into the red glare of the well-lit hall. + +"I am Sir Aymery of Pavia," he whispered. "For God's sake, tell +me! is the King within?" + +"He is at table, fair sir, and he bids you to enter." + +"One moment, young man, one moment, and a secret word in your ear. +Wot you why it is that the King has sent for me?" + +Nigel read terror in the dark cunning eyes which glanced in +sidelong fashion into his. "Nay, I know not." + +"I would I knew--I would I was sure ere I sought his presence." + +"You have but to cross the threshold, fair sir, and doubtless you +will learn from the King's own lips." + +Sir Aymery seemed to gather himself as one who braces for a spring +into ice-cold water. Then he crossed with a quick stride from the +darkness into the light. The King stood up and held out his hand +with a smile upon his long handsome face, and yet it seemed to the +Italian that it was the lips which smiled but not the eyes. + +"Welcome!" cried Edward. "Welcome to our worthy and faithful +Seneschal of Calais! Come, sit here before me at the board, for I +have sent for you that I may hear your news from over the sea, and +thank you for the care that you have taken of that which is as +dear to me as wife or child. Set a place for Sir Aymery there, +and give him food and drink, for he has ridden fast and far in our +service to-day." + +Throughout the long feast which the skill of the Lady Ermyntrude +had arranged, Edward chatted lightly with the Italian as well as +with the barons near him. Finally, when the last dish was removed +and the gravy-soaked rounds of coarse bread which served as plates +had been cast to the dogs, the wine-flagons were passed round; and +old Weathercote the minstrel entered timidly with his harp in the +hope that he might be allowed to play before the King's majesty. +But Edward had other sport afoot. + +"I pray you, Nigel, to send out the servants, so that we may be +alone. I would have two men-at-arms at every door lest we be +disturbed in our debate, for it is a matter of privacy. And now, +Sir Aymery, these noble lords as well as I, your master, would +fain hear from your own lips how all goes forward in France." + +The Italian's face was calm; but he looked restlessly from one to +another along the line of his listeners. + +"So far as I know, my liege, all is quiet on the French marches," +said he. + +"You have not heard then that they have mustered or gathered to a +head with the intention of breaking the truce and making some +attempt upon our dominions?" + +"Nay, sire, I have heard nothing of it." + +"You set my mind much at ease, Aymery," said the King; "for if +nothing has come to your ears, then surely it cannot be. It was +said that the wild Knight de Chargny had come down to St. Omer +with his eyes upon my precious jewel and his mailed hands ready to +grasp it." + +"Nay, sire, let him come. He will find the jewel safe in its +strong box, with a goodly guard over it." + +"You are the guard over my jewel, Aymery." + +"Yes, sire, I am the guard." + +"And you are a faithful guard and one whom I can trust, are you +not? You would not barter away that which is so dear to me when I +have chosen you out of all my army to hold it for me?" + +"Nay, sire, what reasons can there be for such questions? They +touch my honor very nearly. You know that I would part with +Calais only when I parted with my soul." + +"Then you know nothing of de Chargny's attempt?" + +"Nothing sire." + +"Liar and villain!" yelled the King, springing to his feet and +dashing his fist upon the table until the glasses rattled again. +"Seize him, archers! Seize him this instant! Stand close by +either elbow, lest he do himself a mischief! Now do you dare to +tell me to my face, you perjured Lombard, that you know nothing of +de Chargny and his plans?" + +"As God is my witness I know nothing of him!" The man's lips were +white, and he spoke in a thin, sighing, reedy voice, his eyes +wincing away from the fell gaze of the angry King. + +Edward laughed bitterly, and drew a paper from his breast. "You +are the judges in this case, you, my fair son, and you, Chandos, +and you, Manny, and you, Sir Hubert, and you also, my Lord Bishop. +By my sovereign power I make you a court that you may deal justice +upon this man, for by God's eyes I will not stir from this room +until I have sifted the matter to the bottom. And first I would +read you this letter. It is superscribed to Sir Aymery of Pavia, +nomme Le Lombard, Chateau de Calais. Is not that your name and +style, you rogue?" + +"It is my name, sire; but no such letter has come to me." + +"Else had your villainy never been disclosed. It is signed +`Isidore de Chargny'. What says my enemy de Chargny to my trusted +servant? Listen! `We could not come with the last moon, for we +have not gathered sufficient strength, nor have we been able to +collect the twenty thousand crowns which are your price. But with +the next turn of the moon in the darkest hour we will come and you +will be paid your money at the small postern gate with the +rowan-bush beside it.' Well, rogue, what say you now?" + +"It is a forgery!" gasped the Italian. + +"I pray you that you will let me see it, sire," said Chandos. "De +Chargny was my prisoner, and so many letters passed ere his ransom +was paid that his script is well-known to me. Yes, yes, I will +swear that this is indeed his. If my salvation were at stake I +could swear it." + +"If it were indeed written by de Chargny it was to dishonor me," +cried Sir Aymery. + +"Nay, nay!" said the young Prince. "We all know de Chargny and +have fought against him. Many faults he has, a boaster and a +brawler, but a braver man and one of greater heart and higher of +enterprise does not ride beneath the lilies of France. Such a man +would never stoop to write a letter for the sake of putting +dishonor upon one of knightly rank. I, for one, will never +believe it." + +A gruff murmur from the others showed that they were of one mind +with the Prince. The light of the torches from the walls beat +upon the line of stern faces at the high table. They had sat like +flint, and the Italian shrank from their inexorable eyes. He +looked swiftly round, but armed men choked every entrance. The +shadow of death had fallen athwart his soul. + +"This letter," said the King, "was given by de Chargny to one Dom +Beauvais, a priest of St. Omer, to carry into Calais. The said +priest, smelling a reward, brought it to one who is my faithful +servant, and so it came to me. Straightway I sent for this man +that he should come to me. Meanwhile the priest has returned so +that de Chargny may think that his message is indeed delivered." + +"I know nothing of it," said the Italian doggedly, licking his dry +lips. + +A dark flush mounted to the King's forehead, and his eyes were +gorged with his wrath. "No more of this, for God's dignity!" he +cried. "Had we this fellow at the Tower, a few turns of the rack +would tear a confession from his craven soul. But why should we +need his word for his own guilt? You have seen, my lords, you +have heard! How say you, fair son? Is the man guilty?" + +"Sire, he is guilty." + +"And you, John? And you, Walter? And you, Hubert? And you, my +Lord Bishop? You are all of one mind, then. He is guilty of the +betrayal of his trust. And the punishment?" + +"It can only be death," said the Prince, and each in turn the +others nodded their agreement. + +"Aymery of Pavia, you have heard your doom," said Edward, leaning +his chin upon his hand and glooming at the cowering Italian. +"Step forward, you archer at the door, you with the black beard. +Draw your sword! Nay, you white-faced rogue, I would not dishonor +this roof-tree by your blood. It is your heels, not your head, +that we want. Hack off these golden spurs of knighthood with your +sword, archer! 'Twas I who gave them, and I who take them back. +Ha! they fly across the hall, and with them every bond betwixt +you and the worshipful order whose sign and badge they are! Now +lead him out on the heath afar from the house where his carrion +can best lie, and hew his scheming head from his body as a warning +to all such traitors!" + +The Italian, who had slipped from his chair to his knees, uttered +a cry of despair, as an archer seized him by either shoulder. +Writhing out of their grip, he threw himself upon the floor and +clutched at the King's feet. + +"Spare me, my most dread lord, spare me, I beseech you! In the +name of Christ's passion, I implore your grace and pardon! +Bethink you, my good and dear lord, how many years I have served +under your banners and how many services I have rendered. Was it +not I who found the ford upon the Seine two days before the great +battle? Was it not I also who marshaled the attack at the +intaking of Calais? I have a wife and four children in Italy, +great King; and it was the thought of them which led me to fall +from my duty, for this money would have allowed me to leave the +wars and to see them once again. Mercy, my liege, mercy, I +implore!" + +The English are a rough race, but not a cruel one. The King sat +with a face of doom; but the others looked askance and fidgeted in +their seats. + +"Indeed, my fair liege," said Chandos, "I pray you that you will +abate somewhat of your anger." + +Edward shook his head curtly. "Be silent, John. It shall be as I +have said." + +"I pray you, my dear and honored liege, not to act with overmuch +haste in the matter," said Manny. "Bind him and hold him until +the morning, for other counsels may prevail." + +"Nay, I have spoken. Lead him out!" + +But the trembling man clung to the King's knees in such a fashion +that the archers could not disengage his convulsive grip. "Listen +to me a moment, I implore you! Give me but one minute to plead +with you, and then do what you will." + +The King leaned back in his chair. "Speak and have done," said +he. + +"You must spare me, my noble liege. For your own sake I say that +you must spare me, for I can set you in the way of such a knightly +adventure as will gladden your heart. Bethink you, sire, that +this de Chargny and his comrades know nothing of their plans +having gone awry. If I do but send them a message they will +surely come to the postern gate. Then, if we have placed our +bushment with skill we shall have such a capture and such a ransom +as will fill your coffers. He and his comrades should be worth a +good hundred thousand crowns." + +Edward spurned the Italian away from him with his foot until he +sprawled among the rushes, but even as he lay there like a wounded +snake his dark eyes never left the King's face. + +"You double traitor! You would sell Calais to de Chargny, and +then in turn you would sell de Chargny to me. How dare you +suppose that I or any noble knight had such a huckster's soul as +to think only of ransoms where honor is to be won? Could I or any +true man be so caitiff and so thrall? You have sealed your own +doom. Lead him out!" + +"One instant, I pray you, my fair and most sweet lord," cried the +Prince. "Assuage your wrath yet a little while, for this man's +rede deserves perhaps more thought than we have given it. He has +turned your noble soul sick with his talk of ransoms; but look at +it, I pray you, from the side of honor, and where could we find +such hope of worshipfully winning worship? I pray you to let me +put my body in this adventure, for it is one from which, if +rightly handled, much advancement is to be gained." + +Edward looked with sparkling eyes at the noble youth at his side. +"Never was hound more keen on the track of a stricken hart than +you on the hope of honor, fair son," said he. "How do you +conceive the matter in your mind?" + +"De Chargny and his men will be such as are worth going far to +meet, for he will have the pick of France under his banner that +night. If we did as this man says and awaited him with the same +number of lances, then I cannot think that there is any spot in +Christendom where one would rather be than in Calais that night." + +"By the rood, fair son, you are right!" cried the King, his face +shining with the thought. "Now which of you, John Chandos or +Walter Manny, will take the thing in charge?" He looked +mischievously from one to the other like a master who dangles a +bone betwixt two fierce old hounds. All they had to say was in +their burning, longing eyes. "Nay, John, you must not take it +amiss; but it is Walter's turn, and he shall have it." + +"Shall we not all go under your banner, sire, or that of the +Prince?" + +"Nay, it is not fitting that the royal banners of England should +be advanced in so small an adventure. And yet, if you have space +in your ranks for two more cavaliers, both the Prince and I would +ride with you that night." + +The young man stooped and kissed his father's hand. + +"Take this man in your charge, Walter, and do with him as you +will. Guard well lest he betray us once again. Take him from my +sight, for his breath poisons the room. And now, Nigel, if that +worthy graybeard of thine would fain twang his harp or sing to us-- +but what in God's name would you have?" + +He had turned, to find his young host upon his knee and his flaxen +head bent in entreaty. + +"What is it, man? What do you crave?" + +"A boon, fair liege!" + +"Well, well, am I to have no peace to-night, with a traitor +kneeling to me in front, and a true man on his knees behind? Out +with it, Nigel. What would you have?" + +"To come with you to Calais." + +"By the rood! your request is fair enough, seeing that our plot +is hatched beneath your very roof. How say you, Walter? Will you +take him, armor and all?" asked King Edward. + +"Say rather will you take me?" said Chandos. "We two are rivals +in honor, Walter, but I am very sure that you would not hold me +back." + +"Nay, John, I will be proud to have the best lance in Christendom +beneath my banner." + +"And I to follow so knightly a leader. But Nigel Loring is my +Squire, and so he comes with us also." + +"Then that is settled," said the King, "and now there is no need +for hurry, since there can be no move until the moon has changed. +So I pray you to pass the flagon once again, and to drink with me +to the good knights of France. May they be of great heart and +high of enterprise when we all meet once more within the castle +wall of Calais!" + + + + +XI. IN THE HALL OF THE KNIGHT OF DUPLIN + + +The King had come and had gone. Tilford Manor house stood once +more dark and silent, but joy and contentment reigned within its +walls. In one night every trouble had fallen away like some dark +curtain which had shut out the sun. A princely sum of money had +come from the King's treasurer, given in such fashion that there +could be no refusal. With a bag of gold pieces at his saddle-bow +Nigel rode once more into Guildford, and not a beggar on the way +who had not cause to bless his name. + +There he had gone first to the goldsmith and had bought back cup +and salver and bracelet, mourning with the merchant over the evil +chance that gold and gold-work had for certain reasons which only +those in the trade could fully understand gone up in value during +the last week, so that already fifty gold pieces had to be paid +more than the price which Nigel had received. In vain the +faithful Aylward fretted and fumed and muttered a prayer that the +day would come when he might feather a shaft in the merchant's +portly paunch. The money had to be paid. + +Thence Nigel hurried to Wat the armorer's and there he bought that +very suit for which he had yearned so short a time before. Then +and there he tried it on in the booth, Wat and his boy walking +round him with spanner and wrench, fixing bolts and twisting +rivets. + +"How is that, my fair sir?" cried the armorer as he drew the +bassinet over the head and fastened it to the camail which +extended to the shoulders. "I swear by Tubal Cain that it fits +you as the shell fits the crab! A finer suit never came from +Italy or Spain." + +Nigel stood in front of a burnished shield which served as a +mirror, and he turned this way and that, preening himself like a +little shining bird. His smooth breastplate, his wondrous joints +with their deft protection by the disks at knee and elbow and +shoulder, the beautifully flexible gauntlets and sollerets, the +shirt of mail and the close-fitting greave-plates were all things +of joy and of beauty in his eyes. He sprang about the shop to +show his lightness, and then running out he placed his hand on the +pommel and vaulted into Pommers' saddle, while Wat and his boy +applauded in the doorway. + +Then springing off and running into the shop again he clanked down +upon his knees before the image of the Virgin upon the smithy +wall. There from his heart he prayed that no shadow or stain +should come upon his soul or his honor whilst these arms incased +his body, and that he might be strengthened to use them for noble +and godly ends. A strange turn this to a religion of peace, and +yet for many a century the sword and the faith had upheld each +other and in a darkened world the best ideal of the soldier had +turned in some dim groping fashion toward the light. "Benedictus +dominus deus meus qui docet manus meas ad Praelium et digitos meos +ad bellum!" There spoke the soul of the knightly soldier. + +So the armor was trussed upon the armorer's mule and went back +with them to Tilford, where Nigel put it on once more for the +pleasure of the Lady Ermyntrude, who clapped her skinny hands and +shed tears of mingled pain and joy--pain that she should lose +him, joy that he should go so bravely to the wars. As to her own +future, it had been made easy for her, since it was arranged that +a steward should look to the Tilford estate whilst she had at her +disposal a suite of rooms in royal Windsor, where with other +venerable dames of her own age and standing she could spend the +twilight of her days discussing long-forgotten scandals and +whispering sad things about the grandfathers and the grandmothers +of the young courtiers all around them. There Nigel might leave +her with an easy mind when he turned his face to France. + +But there was one more visit to be paid and one more farewell to +be spoken ere Nigel could leave the moorlands where he had dwelled +so long. That evening he donned his brightest tunic, dark purple +velvet of Genoa, with trimming of miniver, his hat with the +snow-white feather curling round the front, and his belt of +embossed silver round his loins. Mounted on lordly Pommers, with +his hawk upon wrist and his sword by his side, never did fairer +young gallant or one more modest in mind set forth upon such an +errand. It was but the old Knight of Duplin to whom he would say +farewell; but the Knight of Duplin had two daughters, Edith and +Mary, and Edith was the fairest maid in all the heather-country. + +Sir John Buttesthorn, the Knight of Duplin, was so called because +he had been present at that strange battle, some eighteen years +before, when the full power of Scotland had been for a moment +beaten to the ground by a handful of adventurers and mercenaries, +marching under the banner of no nation, but fighting in their own +private quarrel. Their exploit fills no pages of history, for it +is to the interest of no nation to record it, and yet the rumor +and fame of the great fight bulked large in those times, for it +was on that day when the flower of Scotland was left dead upon the +field, that the world first understood that a new force had arisen +in war, and that the English archer, with his robust courage and +his skill with the weapon which he had wielded from his boyhood, +was a power with which even the mailed chivalry of Europe had +seriously to reckon. + +Sir John after his return from Scotland had become the King's own +head huntsman, famous through all England for his knowledge of +venery, until at last, getting overheavy for his horses, he had +settled in modest comfort into the old house of Cosford upon the +eastern slope of the Hindhead hill. Here, as his face grew redder +and his beard more white, he spent the evening of his days, amid +hawks and hounds, a flagon of spiced wine ever at his elbow, and +his swollen foot perched upon a stool before him. There it was +that many an old comrade broke his journey as he passed down the +rude road which led from London to Portsmouth, and thither also +came the young gallants of the country to hear the stout knight's +tales of old wars, or to learn, from him that lore of the forest +and the chase which none could teach so well as he. + +But sooth to say, whatever the old knight might think, it was not +merely his old tales and older wine which drew the young men to +Cosford, but rather the fair face of his younger daughter, or the +strong soul and wise counsel of the elder. Never had two more +different branches sprung from the same trunk. Both were tall and +of a queenly graceful figure. But there all resemblance began and +ended. + +Edith was yellow as the ripe corn, blue-eyed, winning, +mischievous, with a chattering tongue, a merry laugh, and a smile +which a dozen of young gallants, Nigel of Tilford at their head, +could share equally amongst them. Like a young kitten she played +with all things that she found in life, and some there were who +thought that already the claws could be felt amid the patting of +her velvet touch. + +Mary was dark as night, grave-featured, plain-visaged, with steady +brown eyes looking bravely at the world from under a strong black +arch of brows. None could call her beautiful, and when her fair +sister cast her arm round her and placed her cheek against hers, +as was her habit when company was there, the fairness of the one +and the plainness of the other leaped visibly to the eyes of all, +each the clearer for that hard contrast. And yet, here and there, +there was one who, looking at her strange, strong face, and at the +passing gleams far down in her dark eyes, felt that this silent +woman with her proud bearing and her queenly grace had in her +something of strength, of reserve and of mystery which was more to +them than all the dainty glitter of her sister. + +Such were the ladies of Cosford toward whom Nigel Loring rode that +night with doublet of Genoan velvet and the new white feather in +his cap. + +He had ridden over Thursley Ridge past that old stone where in +days gone by at the place of Thor the wild Saxons worshiped their +war-god. Nigel looked at it with a wary eye and spurred Pommers +onward as he passed it, for still it was said that wild fires +danced round it on the moonless nights, and they who had ears for +such things could hear the scream and sob of those whose lives had +been ripped from them that the fiend might be honored. Thor's +stone, Thor's jumps, Thor's punch-bowl--the whole country-side +was one grim monument to the God of Battles, though the pious +monks had changed his uncouth name for that of the Devil his +father, so that it was the Devil's jumps and the Devil's +punch-bowl of which they spoke. Nigel glanced back at the old +gray boulder, and he felt for an instant a shudder pass through +his stout heart. Was it the chill of the evening air, or was it +that some inner voice had whispered to him of the day when he also +might lie bound on such a rock and have such a blood-stained pagan +crew howling around him. + +An instant later the rock and his vague fear and all things else +had passed from his mind, for there, down the yellow sandy path, +the setting sun gleaming on her golden hair, her lithe figure +bending and swaying with every heave of the cantering horse, was +none other than the same fair Edith, whose face had come so often +betwixt him and his sleep. His blood rushed hot to his face at +the sight, for fearless of all else, his spirit was attracted and +yet daunted by the delicate mystery of woman. To his pure and +knightly soul not Edith alone, but every woman, sat high and +aloof, enthroned and exalted, with a thousand mystic excellencies +and virtues which raised her far above the rude world of man. +There was joy in contact with them; and yet there was fear, fear +lest his own unworthiness, his untrained tongue or rougher ways +should in some way break rudely upon this delicate and tender +thing. Such was his thought as the white horse cantered toward +him; but a moment later his vague doubts were set at rest by the +frank voice of the young girl, who waved her whip in merry +greeting. + +"Hail and well met, Nigel!" she cried. "Whither away this +evening? Sure I am that it is not to see your friends of Cosford, +for when did you ever don so brave a doublet for us? Come, Nigel, +her name, that I may hate her for ever." + +"Nay, Edith," said the young Squire, laughing back at the laughing +girl. "I was indeed coming to Cosford." + +"Then we shall ride back together, for I will go no farther. How +think you that I am looking?" + +Nigel's answer was in his eyes as he glanced at the fair flushed +face, the golden hair, the sparkling eyes and the daintily +graceful figure set off in a scarlet-and-black riding-dress. "You +are as fair as ever, Edith." + +"Oh, cold of speech! Surely you were bred for the cloisters, and +not for a lady's bower, Nigel. Had I asked such a question from +young Sir George Brocas or the Squire of Fernhurst, he would have +raved from here to Cosford. They are both more to my taste than +you are, Nigel." + +"It is the worse for me, Edith," said Nigel ruefully. + +"Nay, but you must not lose heart." + +"Have I not already lost it?" said he. + +"That is better," she cried, laughing. "You can be quick enough +when you choose, Master Malapert. But you are more fit to speak +of high and weary matters with my sister Mary. She will have none +of the prattle and courtesy of Sir George, and yet I love them +well. But tell me, Nigel, why do you come to Cosford to-night?" + +"To bid you farewell." + +"Me alone?" + +"Nay, Edith, you and your sister Mary and the good knight your +father." + +"Sir George would have said that he had come for me alone. Indeed +you are but a poor courtier beside him. But is it true, Nigel, +that you go to France?" + +"Yes, Edith." + +"It was so rumored after the King had been to Tilford. The story +goes that the King goes to France and you in his train. Is that +true?" + +"Yes, Edith, it is true." + +"Tell me, then, to what part you go, and when?" + +"That, alas! I may not say." + +"Oh, in sooth!" She tossed her fair head and rode onward in +silence, with compressed lips and angry eyes. + +Nigel glanced at her in surprise and dismay. "Surely, Edith," +said he at last, "you have overmuch regard for my honor that you +should wish me to break the word that I have given?" + +"Your honor belongs to you, and my likings belong to me," said +she. "You hold fast to the one, and I will do the same by the +other." + +They rode in silence through Thursley village. Then a thought +came to her mind and in an instant her anger was forgotten and she +was hot on a new scent. + +"What would you do if I were injured, Nigel? I have heard my +father say that small as you are there is no man in these parts +could stand against you. Would you be my champion if I suffered +wrong?" + +"Surely I or any man of gentle blood would be the champion of any +woman who had suffered wrong." + +"You or any and I or any--what sort of speech is that? Is it a +compliment, think you, to be mixed with a drove in that fashion? +My question was of you and me. If I were wronged would you be my +man?" + +"Try me and see, Edith!" + +"Then I will do so, Nigel. Either Sir George Brocas or the Squire +of Fernhurst would gladly do what I ask, and yet I am of a mind, +Nigel, to turn to you." + +"I pray you to tell me what it is." + +"You know Paul de la Fosse of Shalford?" + +"You mean the small man with the twisted back?" + +"He is no smaller than yourself, Nigel, and as to his back there +are many folk that I know who would be glad to have his face." + +"Nay, I am no judge of that, and I spoke out of no discourtesy. +What of the man?" + +"He has flouted me, Nigel, and I would have revenge." + +"What--on that poor twisted creature?" + +"I tell you that he has flouted me!" + +"But how?" + +"I should have thought that a true cavalier would have flown to my +aid, withouten all these questions. But I will tell you, since I +needs must. Know then that he was one of those who came around me +and professed to be my own. Then, merely because he thought that +there were others who were as dear to me as himself he left me, +and now he pays court to Maude Twynham, the little freckle-faced +hussy in his village." + +"But how has this hurt you, since he was no man of thine?" + +"He was one of my men, was he not? And he has made game of me to +his wench. He has told her things about me. He has made me +foolish in her eyes. Yes, yes, I can read it in her saffron face +and in her watery eyes when we meet at the church door on Sundays. +She smiles--yes, smiles at me! Nigel, go to him! Do not slay +him, nor even wound him, but lay his face open with thy riding- +whip, and then come back to me and tell me how I can serve you." + +Nigel's face was haggard with the strife within, for desire ran +hot in every vein, and yet reason shrank with horror. "By Saint +Paul! Edith," he cried, "I see no honor nor advancement of any +sort in this thing which you have asked me to do. Is it for me to +strike one who is no better than a cripple? For my manhood I +could not do such a deed, and I pray you, dear lady, that you will +set me some other task." + +Her eyes flashed at him in contempt. "And you are a man-at-arms!" +she cried, laughing in bitter scorn. "You are afraid of a little +man who can scarce walk. Yes, yes, say what you will, I shall +ever believe that you have heard of his skill at fence and of his +great spirit, and that your heart has failed you! You are right, +Nigel. He is indeed a perilous man. Had you done what I asked he +would have slain you, and so you have shown your wisdom." + +Nigel flushed and winced under the words, but he said no more, for +his mind was fighting hard within him, striving to keep that high +image of woman which seemed for a moment to totter on the edge of +a fall. Together in silence, side by side, the little man and the +stately woman, the yellow charger and the white jennet, passed up +the sandy winding track with the gorse and the bracken head-high +on either side. Soon a path branched off through a gateway marked +with the boar-heads of the Buttesthorns, and there was the low +widespread house heavily timbered, loud with the barking of dogs. +The ruddy Knight limped forth with outstretched hand and roaring +voice-- + +"What how, Nigel! Good welcome and all hail! I had thought that +you had given over poor friends like us, now that the King had +made so much of you. The horses, varlets, or my crutch will be +across you! Hush, Lydiard! Down, Pelamon! I can scarce hear my +voice for your yelping. Mary, a cup of wine for young Squire +Loring!" + +She stood framed in the doorway, tall, mystic, silent, with +strange, wistful face and deep soul shining in her dark, +questioning eyes. Nigel kissed the hand that she held out, and +all his faith in woman and his reverence came back to him as he +looked at her. Her sister had slipped behind her and her fair +elfish face smiled her forgiveness of Nigel over Mary's shoulder. + +The Knight of Duplin leaned his weight upon the young man's arm +and limped his way across the great high-roofed hall to his +capacious oaken chair. "Come, come, the stool, Edith!" he cried. +"As God is my help, that girl's mind swarms with gallants as a +granary with rats. Well, Nigel, I hear strange tales of your +spear-running at Tilford and of the visit of the King. How seemed +he? And my old friend Chandos--many happy hours in the woodlands +have we had together--and Manny too, he was ever a bold and a +hard rider--what news of them all?" + +Nigel told to the old Knight all that had occurred, saying little +of his own success and much of his own failure, yet the eyes of +the dark woman burned the brighter as she sat at her tapestry and +listened. + +Sir John followed the story with a running fire of oaths, prayers, +thumps with his great fist and flourishes of his crutch. "Well, +well, lad, you could scarce expect to hold your saddle against +Manny, and you have carried yourself well. We are proud of you, +Nigel, for you are our own man, reared in the heather country. +But indeed I take shame that you are not more skilled in the +mystery of the woods, seeing that I have had the teaching of you, +and that no one in broad England is my master at the craft. I +pray you to fill your cup again whilst I make use of the little +time that is left to us." + +And straightway the old Knight began a long and weary lecture upon +the times of grace and when each beast and bird was seasonable, +with many anecdotes, illustrations, warnings and exceptions, drawn +from his own great experience. He spoke also of the several ranks +and grades of the chase: how the hare, hart and boar must ever +take precedence over the buck, the doe, the fox, the marten and +the roe, even as a knight banneret does over a knight, while these +in turn are of a higher class to the badger, the wildcat or the +otter, who are but the common populace of the world of beasts. Of +blood-stains also he spoke--how the skilled hunter may see at a +glance if blood be dark and frothy, which means a mortal hurt, or +thin and clear, which means that the arrow has struck a bone. + +"By such signs," said he, "you will surely know whether to lay on +the hounds and cast down the blinks which hinder the stricken deer +in its flight. But above all I pray you, Nigel, to have a care in +the use of the terms of the craft, lest you should make some +blunder at table, so that those who are wiser may have the laugh +of you, and we who love you may be shamed." + +"Nay, Sir John," said Nigel. "I think that after your teaching I +can hold my place with the others." + +The old Knight shook his white head doubtfully. "There is so much +to be learned that there is no one who can be said to know all," +said he. "For example, Nigel, it is sooth that for every +collection of beasts of the forest, and for every gathering of +birds of the air, there is their own private name so that none may +be confused with another." + +"I know it, fair sir." + +"You know it, Nigel, but you do not know each separate name, else +are you a wiser man than I had thought you. In truth--none can +say that they know all, though I have myself picked off eighty, +and six for a wager at court, and it is said that the chief +huntsman of the Duke of Burgundy has counted over a hundred--but +it is in my mind that he may have found them as he went, for there +was none to say him nay. Answer me now, lad, how would you say if +you saw ten badgers together in the forest?" + +"A cete of badgers, fair sir." + +"Good, Nigel--good, by my faith! And if you walk in Woolmer +Forest and see a swarm of foxes, how would you call it?" + +"A skulk of foxes." + +"And if they be lions?" + +"Nay, fair sir, I am not like to meet several lions in Woolmer +Forest." + +"Aye, lad, but there are other forests besides Woolmer, and other +lands besides England, and who can tell how far afield such a +knight errant as Nigel of Tilford may go, when he sees worship to +be won? We will say that you were in the deserts of Nubia, and +that afterward at the court of the great Sultan you wished to say +that you had seen several lions, which is the first beast of the +chase, being the king of all animals. How then would you say it?" + +Nigel scratched his head. "Surely, fair sir, I would be content +to say that I had seen a number of lions, if indeed I could say +aught after so wondrous an adventure." + +"Nay, Nigel, a huntsman would have said that he had seen a pride +of lions, and so proved that he knew the language of the chase. +Now had it been boars instead of lions?" + +"One says a singular of boars." + +"And if they be swine?" + +"Surely it is a herd of swine." + +"Nay, nay, lad, it is indeed sad to see how little you know. Your +hands, Nigel, were always better than your head. No man of gentle +birth would speak of a herd of swine; that is the peasant speech. +If you drive them it is a herd. If you hunt them it is other. +What call you them, then, Edith?" + +"Nay, I know not," said the girl listlessly. A crumpled note +brought in by a varlet was clinched in her right hand and her blue +eyes looked afar into the deep shadows of the roof. + +"But you can tell us, Mary?" + +"Surely, sweet sir, one talks of a sounder of swine." + +The old Knight laughed exultantly. "Here is a pupil who never +brings me shame!" he cried. "Be it lore--of chivalry or heraldry +or woodcraft or what you will, I can always turn to Mary. Many a +man can she put to the blush." + +"Myself among them," said Nigel. + +"Ah, lad, you are a Solomon to some of them. Hark ye! only last +week that jack-fool, the young Lord of Brocas, was here talking of +having seen a covey of pheasants in the wood. One such speech +would have been the ruin of a young Squire at the court. How +would you have said it, Nigel?" + +"Surely, fair sir, it should be a nye of pheasants." + +"Good, Nigel--a nye of pheasants, even as it is a gaggle of geese +or a badling of ducks, a fall of woodcock or a wisp of snipe. But +a covey of pheasants! What sort of talk is that? I made him sit +even where you are sitting, Nigel, and I saw the bottom of two +pots of Rhenish ere I let him up. Even then I fear that he had no +great profit from his lesson, for he was casting his foolish eyes +at Edith when he should have been turning his ears to her father. +But where is the wench?" + +"She hath gone forth, father." + +"She ever doth go forth when there is a chance of learning aught +that is useful indoors. But supper will soon be ready, and there +is a boar's ham fresh from the forest with which I would ask your +help, Nigel, and a side of venison from the King's own chase. The +tinemen and verderers have not forgotten me yet, and my larder is +ever full. Blow three moots on the horn, Mary, that the varlets +may set the table, for the growing shadow and my loosening belt +warn me that it is time." + + + + +XII. HOW NIGEL FOUGHT THE TWISTED MAN OF SHALFORD + + +In the days of which you read all classes, save perhaps the very +poor, fared better in meat and in drink than they have ever done +since. The country was covered with woodlands--there were +seventy separate forests in England alone, some of them covering +half a shire. Within these forests the great beasts of the chase +were strictly preserved, but the smaller game, the hares, the +rabbits, the birds, which swarmed round the coverts, found their +way readily into the poor man's pot. Ale was very cheap, and +cheaper still was the mead which every peasant could make for +himself out of the wild honey in the tree-trunks. There were many +tea-like drinks also, which were brewed by the poor at no expense: +mallow tea, tansy tea, and others the secret of which has passed. + +Amid the richer classes there was rude profusion, great joints +ever on the sideboard, huge pies, beasts of the field and beasts +of the chase, with ale and rough French or Rhenish wines to wash +them down. But the very rich had attained to a high pitch of +luxury in their food, and cookery was a science in which the +ornamentation of the dish was almost as important as the dressing +of the food. It was gilded, it was silvered, it was painted, it +was surrounded with flame. From the boar and the peacock down to +such strange food as the porpoise and the hedgehog, every dish had +its own setting and its own sauce, very strange and very complex, +with flavorings of dates, currants, cloves, vinegar, sugar and +honey, of cinnamon, ground ginger, sandalwood, saffron, brawn and +pines. It was the Norman tradition to eat in moderation, but to +have a great profusion of the best and of the most delicate from +which to choose. From them came this complex cookery, so unlike +the rude and often gluttonous simplicity of the old Teutonic +stock. + +Sir John Buttesthorn was of that middle class who fared in the old +fashion, and his great oak supper-table groaned beneath the +generous pastries, the mighty joints and the great flagons. Below +were the household, above on a raised dais the family table, with +places ever ready for those frequent guests who dropped in from +the high road outside. Such a one had just come, an old priest, +journeying from the Abbey of Chertsey to the Priory of Saint John +at Midhurst. He passed often that way, and never without breaking +his journey at the hospitable board of Cosford. + +"Welcome again, good Father Athanasius!" cried the burly Knight. +"Come sit here on my right and give me the news of the +country-side, for there is never a scandal but the priests are the +first to know it." + +The priest, a kindly, quiet man, glanced at an empty place upon +the farther side of his host. "Mistress Edith?" said he. + +"Aye, aye, where is the hussy?" cried her father impatiently. +"Mary, I beg you to have the horn blown again, that she may know +that the supper is on the table. What can the little owlet do +abroad at this hour of the night?" + +There was trouble in the priest's gentle eyes as he touched the +Knight upon the sleeve. "I have seen Mistress Edith within this +hour," said he. "I fear that she will hear no horn that you may +blow, for she must be at Milford ere now." + +"At Milford? What does she there?" + +"I pray you, good Sir John, to abate your voice somewhat, for +indeed this matter is for our private discourse, since it touches +the honor of a lady." + +"Her honor?" Sir John's ruddy face had turned redder still, as he +stared at the troubled features of the priest. "Her honor, say +you--the honor of my daughter? Make good those words, or never +set your foot over the threshold of Cosford again!" + +"I trust that I have done no wrong, Sir John, but indeed I must +say what I have seen, else would I be a false friend and an +unworthy priest." + +"Haste man, haste! What in the Devil's name have you seen?" + +"Know you a little man, partly misshapen, named Paul de la Fosse?" + +"I know him well. He is a man of noble family and coat-armor, +being the younger brother of Sir Eustace de la Fosse of Shalford. +Time was when I had thought that I might call him son, for there +was never a day that he did not pass with my girls, but I fear +that his crooked back sped him ill in his wooing." + +"Alas, Sir John! It is his mind that is more crooked than his +back. He is a perilous man with women, for the Devil hath given +him such a tongue and such an eye that he charms them even as the +basilisk. Marriage may be in their mind, but never in his, so +that I could count a dozen and more whom he has led to their +undoing. It is his pride and his boast over the whole countryside." + +"Well, well, and what is this to me or mine?" + +"Even now, Sir John, as I rode my mule up the road I met this man +speeding toward his home. A woman rode by his side, and though +her face was hooded I heard her laugh as she passed me. That +laugh I have heard before, and it was under this very roof, from +the lips of Mistress Edith." + +The Knight's knife dropped from his hand. But the debate had been +such that neither Mary nor Nigel could fail to have heard it. Mid +the rough laughter and clatter of voices from below the little +group at the high table had a privacy of their own. + +"Fear not, father," said the girl--"indeed, the good Father +Athanasius hath fallen into error, and Edith will be with us anon. +I have heard her speak of this man many times of late, and always +with bitter words." + +"It is true, sir," cried Nigel eagerly. "It was only this very +evening as we rode over Thursley Moor that Mistress Edith told me +that she counted him not a fly, and that she would be glad if he +were beaten for his evil deeds." + +But the wise priest shook his silvery locks. "Nay, there is ever +danger when a woman speaks like that. Hot hate is twin brother to +hot love. Why should she speak so if there were not some bond +between them?" + +"And yet," said Nigel, "what can have changed her thoughts in three +short hours? She was here in the hall with us since I came. By +Saint Paul, I will not believe it!" + +Mary's face darkened. "I call to mind," said she, "that a note +was brought her by Hannekin the stable varlet when you were +talking to us, fair sir, of the terms of the chase. She read it +and went forth." + +Sir John sprang to his feet, but sank into his chair again with a +groan. "Would that I were dead," he cried, "ere I saw dishonor +come upon my house, and am so tied with this accursed foot that I +can neither examine if it be true, nor yet avenge it! If my son +Oliver were here, then all would be well. Send me this stable +varlet that I may question him." + +"I pray you, fair and honored sir," said Nigel, "that you will +take me for your son this night, that I may handle this matter in +the way which seems best. On jeopardy of my honor I will do all +that a man may." + +"Nigel, I thank you. There is no man in Christendom to whom I +would sooner turn." + +"But I would lean your mind in one matter, fair sir. This man, +Paul de la Fosse, owns broad acres, as I understand, and comes of +noble blood. There is no reason if things be as we fear that he +should not marry your daughter?" + +"Nay, she could not wish for better." + +"It is well. And first I would question this Hannekin; but it +shall be done in such a fashion that none shall know, for indeed +it is not a matter for the gossip of servants. But if you will +show me the man, Mistress Mary, I will take him out to tend my own +horse, and so I shall learn all that he has to tell." + +Nigel was absent for some time, and when he returned the shadow +upon his face brought little hope to the anxious hearts at the +high table. "I have locked him in the stable loft, lest he talk +too much," said he, "for my questions must have shown him whence +the wind blew. It was indeed from this man that the note came, +and he had brought with him a spare horse for the lady." + +The old Knight groaned, and his face sank upon his hands. + +"Nay, father, they watch you!" whispered Mary. "For the honor of +our house let us keep a bold face to all." Then, raising her +young clear voice, so that it sounded through the room: "If you +ride eastward, Nigel, I would fain go with you, that my sister may +not come back alone." + +"We will ride together, Mary," said Nigel, rising; then in a lower +voice: "But we cannot go alone, and if we take a servant all is +known. I pray you to stay at home and leave the matter with me." + +"Nay, Nigel, she may sorely need a woman's aid, and what woman +should it be save her own sister? I can take my tire-woman with +us." + +"Nay, I shall ride with you myself if your impatience can keep +within the powers of my mule," said the old priest. + +"But it is not your road, father?" + +"The only road of a true priest is that which leads to the good of +others. Come, my children, and we will go together." + +And so it was that stout Sir John Buttesthorn, the aged Knight of +Duplin, was left alone at his own high table, pretending to eat, +pretending to drink, fidgeting in his seat, trying hard to seem +unconcerned with his mind and body in a fever, while below him his +varlets and handmaids laughed and jested, clattering their cups +and clearing their trenchers, all unconscious of the dark shadow +which threw its gloom over the lonely man upon the dais above. + +Meantime the Lady Mary upon the white jennet which her sister had +ridden on the same evening, Nigel on his war-horse, and the priest +on the mule, clattered down the rude winding road which led to +London. The country on either side was a wilderness of heather +moors and of morasses from which came the strange crying of +night-fowl. A half-moon shone in the sky between the rifts of +hurrying clouds. The lady rode in silence, absorbed in the +thought of the task before them, the danger and the shame. + +Nigel chatted in a low tone with the priest. From him he learned +more of the evil name of this man whom they followed. His house +at Shalford was a den of profligacy and vice. No woman could +cross that threshold and depart unstained. In some strange +fashion, inexplicable and yet common, the man, with all his evil +soul and his twisted body, had yet some strange fascination for +women, some mastery over them which compelled them to his will. +Again and again he had brought ruin to a household, again and +again his adroit tongue and his cunning wit had in some fashion +saved him from the punishment of his deeds. His family was great +in the county, and his kinsmen held favor with the King, so that +his neighbors feared to push things too far against him. Such was +the man, malignant and ravenous, who had stooped like some foul +night-hawk and borne away to his evil nest the golden beauty of +Cosford. Nigel said little as he listened, but he raised his +hunting-dagger to his tightened lips, and thrice he kissed the +cross of its handle. + +They had passed over the moors and through the village of Milford +and the little township of Godalming, until their path turned +southward over the Pease marsh and crossed the meadows of +Shalford. There on the dark hillside glowed the red points of +light which marked the windows of the house which they sought. A +somber arched avenue of oak-trees led up to it, and then they were +in the moon-silvered clearing in front. + +From the shadow of the arched door there sprang two rough +serving-men, bearded and gruff, great cudgels in their hands, to +ask them who they were and what their errand. The Lady Mary had +slipped from her horse and was advancing to the door, but they +rudely barred her way. + +"Nay, nay, our master needs no more!" cried one, with a hoarse +laugh. "Stand back, mistress, whoever you be! The house is shut, +and our lord sees no guests to-night." + +"Fellow," said Nigel, speaking low and clear, "stand back from us! +Our errand is with your master." + +"Bethink you, my children," cried the old priest, "would it not be +best perchance, that I go in to him and see whether the voice of +the Church may not soften this hard heart? I fear bloodshed if +you enter." + +"Nay, father, I pray you to stay here for the nonce," said Nigel. +"And you, Mary, do you bide with the good priest, for we know not +what may be within." + +Again he turned to the door, and again the two men barred his +passage. + +"Stand back, I say, back for your lives!" said Nigel. "By Saint +Paul! I should think it shame to soil my sword with such as you, +but my soul is set, and no man shall bar my path this night." + +The men shrank from the deadly menace of that gentle voice. + +"Hold!" said one of them, peering through the darkness, "is it not +Squire Loring of Tilford?" + +"That is indeed my name." + +"Had you spoken it I for one would not have stopped your way. Put +down your staff, Wat, for this is no stranger, but the Squire of +Tilford." + +"As well for him," grumbled the other, lowering his cudgel with an +inward prayer of thanksgiving. "Had it been otherwise I should +have had blood upon my soul to-night. But our master said nothing +of neighbors when he ordered us to hold the door. I will enter +and ask him what is his will." + +But already Nigel was past them and had pushed open the outer +door. Swift as he was, the Lady Mary was at his very heels, and +the two passed together into the hall beyond. + +It was a great room, draped and curtained with black shadows, with +one vivid circle of light in the center, where two oil lamps shone +upon a small table. A meal was laid upon the table, but only two +were seated at it, and there were no servants in the room. At the +near end was Edith, her golden hair loose and streaming down over +the scarlet and black of her riding-dress. + +At the farther end the light beat strongly upon the harsh face and +the high-drawn misshapen shoulders of the lord of the house. A +tangle of black hair surmounted a high rounded forehead, the +forehead of a thinker, with two deep-set cold gray eyes twinkling +sharply from under tufted brows. His nose was curved and sharp, +like the beak of some cruel bird, but below the whole of his +clean-shaven powerful face was marred by the loose slabbing mouth +and the round folds of the heavy chin. His knife in one hand and +a half-gnawed bone in the other, he looked fiercely up, like some +beast disturbed in his den, as the two intruders broke in upon his +hall. + +Nigel stopped midway between the door and the table. His eyes and +those of Paul de la Fosse were riveted upon each other. But Mary, +with her woman's soul flooded over with love and pity, had rushed +forward and cast her arms round her younger sister. Edith had +sprung up from her chair, and with averted face tried to push the +other away from her. + +"Edith, Edith! By the Virgin, I implore you to come back with us, +and to leave this wicked man!" cried Mary. "Dear sister, you +would not break our father's heart, nor bring his gray head in +dishonor to the grave! Come back Edith, come back and all is +well." + +But Edith pushed her away, and her fair cheeks were flushed with +her anger. "What right have you over me, Mary, you who are but +two years older, that you should follow me over the country-side +as though I were a runagate villain and you my mistress? Do you +yourself go back, and leave me to do that which seems best in my +own eyes." + +But Mary still held her in her arms, and still strove to soften +the hard and angry heart. "Our mother is dead, Edith. I thank +God that she died ere she saw you under this roof! But I stand +for her, as I have done all my life, since I am indeed your elder. +It is with her voice that I beg and pray you that you will not +trust this man further, and that you will come back ere it be too +late!" + +Edith writhed from her grasp, and stood flushed and defiant, with +gleaming, angry eyes fixed upon her sister. "You may speak evil +of him now," said she, "but there was a time when Paul de la Fosse +came to Cosford, and who so gentle and soft-spoken to him then as +wise, grave, sister Mary? But he has learned to love another; so +now he is the wicked man, and it is shame to be seen under his +roof! From what I see of my good pious sister and her cavalier it +is sin for another to ride at night with a man at your side, but +it comes easy enough to you. Look at your own eye, good sister, +ere you would take the speck from that of another." + +Mary stood irresolute and greatly troubled, holding down her pride +and her anger, but uncertain how best to deal with this strong +wayward spirit. + +"It is not a time for bitter words, dear sister," said she, and +again she laid her hand upon her sister's sleeve. "All that you +say may be true. There was indeed a time when this man was friend +to us both, and I know even as you do the power which he may have +to win a woman's heart. But I know him now, and you do not. I +know the evil that he has wrought, the dishonor that he has +brought, the perjury that lies upon his soul, the confidence +betrayed, the promise unfulfilled--all this I know. Am I to see +my own sister caught in the same well-used trap? Has it shut upon +you, child? Am I indeed already too late? For God's sake, tell +me, Edith, that it is not so?" + +Edith plucked her sleeve from her sister and made two swift steps +to the head of the table. Paul de la Fosse still sat silent with +his eyes upon Nigel. Edith laid her hand upon his shoulder: "This +is the man I love, and the only man that I have ever loved. This +is my husband," said she. + +At the word Mary gave a cry of joy. + +"And is it so?" she cried. "Nay, then all is in honor, and God +will see to the rest. If you are man and wife before the altar, +then indeed why should I, or any other, stand between you? Tell +me that it is indeed so, and I return this moment to make your +father a happy man." + +Edith pouted like a naughty child. "We are man and wife in the +eyes of God. Soon also we shall be wedded before all the world. +We do but wait until next Monday when Paul's brother, who is a +priest at St. Albans, will come to wed us. Already a messenger +has sped for him, and he will come, will he not, dear love?" + +"He will come," said the master of Shalford, still with his eyes +fixed upon the silent Nigel. + +"It is a lie; he will not come," said a voice from the door. + +It was the old priest, who had followed the others as far as the +threshold. + +"He will not come," he repeated as he advanced into the room. +"Daughter, my daughter, hearken to the words of one who is indeed +old enough to be your earthly father. This lie has served before. +He has ruined others before you with it. The man has no brother +at Saint Albans. I know his brothers well, and there is no priest +among them. Before Monday, when it is all too late, you will have +found the truth as others have done before you. Trust him not, +but come with us!" + +Paul de la Fosse looked up at her with a quick smile and patted +the hand upon his shoulder. + +"Do you speak to them, Edith," said he. + +Her eyes flashed with scorn as she surveyed them each in turn, the +woman, the youth and the priest. + +"I have but one word to say to them," said she. "It is that they +go hence and trouble us no more. Am I not a free woman? Have I +not said that this is the only man I ever loved? I have loved him +long. He did not know it, and in despair he turned to another. +Now he knows all and never again can doubt come between us. +Therefore I will stay here at Shalford and come to Cosford no more +save upon the arm of my husband. Am I so weak that I would +believe the tales you tell against him? Is it hard for a jealous +woman and a wandering priest to agree upon a lie? No, no, Mary, +you can go hence and take your cavalier and your priest with you, +for here I stay, true to my love and safe in my trust upon his +honor!" + +"Well spoken, on my faith, my golden bird!" said the little master +of Shalford. "Let me add my own word to that which has been said. +You would not grant me any virtue in your unkindly speech, good +Lady Mary, and yet you must needs confess that at least I have +good store of patience, since I have not set my dogs upon your +friends who have come between me and my ease. But even to the +most virtuous there comes at last a time when poor human frailty +may prevail, and so I pray you to remove both yourself, your +priest and your valiant knight errant, lest perhaps there be more +haste and less dignity when at last you do take your leave. Sit +down, my fair love, and let us turn once more to our supper." He +motioned her to her chair, and he filled her wine-cup as well as +his own. + +Nigel had said no word since he had entered the room, but his look +had never lost its set purpose, nor had his brooding eyes ever +wandered from the sneering face of the deformed master of +Shalford. Now he turned with swift decision to Mary and to the +priest. + +"That is over," said he in a low voice. "You have done all that +you could, and now it is for me to play my part as well as I am +able. I pray you, Mary, and you, good father, that you will await +me outside." + +"Nay, Nigel, if there is danger--" + +"It is easier for me, Mary, if you are not there. I pray you to +go. I can speak to this man more at my ease." + +She looked at him with questioning eyes and then obeyed. + +Nigel plucked at the priest's gown. + +"I pray you, father, have you your book of offices with you?" + +"Surely, Nigel, it is ever in my breast." + +"Have it ready, father!" + +"For what, my son?" + +"There are two places you may mark; there is the service of +marriage and there is the prayer for the dying. Go with her, +father, and be ready at my call." + +He closed the door behind them and was alone with this ill-matched +couple. They both turned in their chairs to look at him, Edith +with a defiant face, the man with a bitter smile upon his lips and +malignant hatred in his eyes. + +"What," said he, "the knight errant still lingers? Have we not +heard of his thirst for glory? What new venture does he see that +he should tarry here?" + +Nigel walked to the table. + +"There is no glory and little venture," said he; "but I have come +for a purpose and I must do it. I learn from your own lips, +Edith, that you will not leave this man." + +"If you have ears you have heard it." + +"You are, as you have said, a free woman, and who can gainsay you? +But I have known you, Edith, since we played as boy and girl on +the heather-hills together. I will save you from this man's +cunning and from your own foolish weakness." + +"What would you do?" + +"There is a priest without. He will marry you now. I will see +you married ere I leave this hall." + +"Or else?" sneered the man. + +"Or else you never leave this hall alive. Nay, call not for your +servants or your dogs! By Saint Paul! I swear to you that this +matter lies between us three, and that if any fourth comes at your +call you, at least, shall never live to see what comes of it! +Speak then, Paul of Shalford! Will you wed this woman now, or +will you not?" + +Edith was on her feet with outstretched arms between them. "Stand +back, Nigel! He is small and weak. You would not do him a hurt! +Did you not say so this very day? For God's sake, Nigel, do not +look at him so! There is death in your eyes." + +"A snake may be small and weak, Edith, yet every honest man would +place his heel upon it. Do you stand back yourself, for my +purpose is set." + +"Paul!" she turned her eyes to the pale sneering face. "Bethink +you, Paul! Why should you not do what he asks? What matter to +you whether it be now or on Monday? I pray you, dear Paul, for my +sake let him have his way! Your brother can read the service +again if it so please him. Let us wed now, Paul, and then all is +well." + +He had risen from his chair, and he dashed aside her appealing +hands. "You foolish woman," he snarled, "and you, my savior of +fair damsels, who are so bold against a cripple, you have both to +learn that if my body be weak there is the soul of my breed within +it! To marry because a boasting, ranting, country Squire would +have me do so--no, by the soul of God, I will die first! On +Monday I will marry, and no day sooner, so let that be your +answer." + +"It is the answer that I wished," said Nigel, "for indeed I see no +happiness in this marriage, and the other may well be the better +way. Stand aside, Edith!" He gently forced her to one side and +drew his sword. + +De la Fosse cried aloud at the sight. "I have no sword. You +would not murder me?" said he, leaning back with haggard-face and +burning eyes against his chair. The bright steel shone in the +lamp-light. Edith shrank back, her hand over her face. + +"Take this sword!" said Nigel, and he turned the hilt to the +cripple. "Now!" he added, as he drew his hunting knife. "Kill me +if you can, Paul de la Fosse, for as God is my help I will do as +much for you!" + +The woman, half swooning and yet spellbound and fascinated, looked +on at that strange combat. For a moment the cripple stood with an +air of doubt, the sword grasped in his nerveless fingers. Then as +he saw the tiny blade in Nigel's hand the greatness of the +advantage came home to him, and a cruel smile tightened his loose +lips. Slowly, step by step he advanced, his chin sunk upon his +chest, his eyes glaring from under the thick tangle of his brows +like fires through the brushwood. Nigel waited for him, his left +hand forward, his knife down by his hip, his face grave, still and +watchful. + +Nearer and nearer yet, with stealthy step, and then with a bound +and a cry of hatred and rage Paul de la Fosse had sped his blow. +It was well judged and well swung, but point would have been wiser +than edge against that supple body and those active feet. Quick +as a flash, Nigel had sprung inside the sweep of the blade, taking +a flesh wound on his left forearm, as he pressed it under the +hilt. The next instant the cripple was on the ground and Nigel's +dagger was at his throat. + +"You dog!" he whispered. "I have you at my mercy! Quick ere I +strike, and for the last time! Will you marry or no?" + +The crash of the fall and the sharp point upon his throat had +cowed the man's spirit. He looked up with a white face and the +sweat gleamed upon his forehead. There was terror in his eyes. + +"Nay, take your knife from me!" he cried. "I cannot die like a +calf in the shambles." + +"Will you marry?" + +"Yes, yes, I will wed her! After all she is a good wench and I +might do worse. Let me up! I tell you I will marry her! What +more would you have?" + +Nigel stood above him with his foot upon his misshapen body. He +had picked up his sword, and the point rested upon the cripple's +breast. + +"Nay, you will bide where you are! If you are to live--and my +conscience cries loud against it--at least your wedding will be +such as your sins have deserved. Lie there, like the crushed worm +that you are!" Then he raised his voice. "Father Athanasius!" he +cried. "What ho! Father Athanasius!" + +The old priest ran to the cry, and so did the Lady Mary. A +strange sight it was that met them now in the circle of light, the +frightened girl, half-unconscious against the table, the prostrate +cripple, and Nigel with foot and sword upon his body. + +"Your book, father!" cried Nigel. "I know not if what we do is +good or ill; but we must wed them, for there is no way out." + +But the girl by the table had given a great cry, and she was +clinging and sobbing with her arms round her sister's neck. + +"Oh, Mary, I thank the Virgin that you have come! I thank the +Virgin that it is not too late! What did he say? He said that he +was a de la Fosse and that he would not be married at the +sword-point. My heart went out to him when he said it. But I, am +I not a Buttesthorn, and shall it be said that I would marry a man +who could be led to the altar with a knife at his throat? No, no, +I see him as he is! I know him now, the mean spirit, the lying +tongue! Can I not read in his eyes that he has indeed deceived +me, that he would have left me as you say that he has left others? +Take me home, Mary, my sister, for you have plucked me back this +night from the very mouth of Hell!" + +And so it was that the master of Shalford, livid and brooding, was +left with his wine at his lonely table, while the golden beauty of +Cosford, hot with shame and anger, her fair face wet with tears, +passed out safe from the house of infamy into the great calm and +peace of the starry night. + + + + +XIII. HOW THE COMRADES JOURNEYED DOWN THE OLD, OLD ROAD + + +And now the season of the moonless nights was drawing nigh and the +King's design was ripe. Very secretly his preparations were made. +Already the garrison of Calais, which consisted of five hundred +archers and two hundred men-at-arms, could, if forewarned, resist +any attack made upon it. But it was the King's design not merely +to resist the attack, but to capture the attackers. Above all it +was his wish to find the occasion for one of those adventurous +passages of arms which had made his name famous throughout +Christendom as the very pattern and leader of knight-errant +chivalry. + +But the affair wanted careful handling. The arrival of any, +reinforcements, or even the crossing of any famous soldier, would +have alarmed the French and warned them that their plot had been +discovered. Therefore it was in twos and threes in the creyers +and provision ships which were continually passing from shore to +shore that the chosen warriors and their squires were brought to +Calais. There they were passed at night through the water-gate +into the castle where they could lie hidden, unknown to the +townsfolk, until the hour for action had come. + +Nigel had received word from Chandos to join him at "The Sign of +the Broom-Pod" in Winchelsea. Three days beforehand he and +Aylward rode from Tilford all armed and ready for the wars. Nigel +was in hunting-costume, blithe and gay, with his precious armor +and his small baggage trussed upon the back of a spare horse which +Aylward led by the bridle. The archer had himself a good black +mare, heavy and slow, but strong enough to be fit to carry his +powerful frame. In his brigandine of chain mail and his steel +cap, with straight strong sword by his side, his yellow long-bow +jutting over his shoulder, and his quiver of arrows supported by a +scarlet baldric, he was such a warrior as any knight might well be +proud to have in his train. All Tilford trailed behind them, as +they rode slowly over the long slope of heath land which skirts +the flank of Crooksbury Hill. + +At the summit of the rise Nigel reined in Pommers and looked back +at the little village behind him. There was the old dark manor +house, with one bent figure leaning upon a stick and gazing dimly +after him from beside the door. He looked at the high-pitched +roof, the timbered walls, the long trail of swirling blue smoke +which rose from the single chimney, and the group of downcast old +servants who lingered at the gate, John the cook, Weathercote the +minstrel, and Red Swire the broken soldier. Over the river amid +the trees he could see the grim, gray tower of Waverley, and even +as he looked, the iron bell, which had so often seemed to be the +hoarse threatening cry of an enemy, clanged out its call to +prayer. Nigel doffed his velvet cap and prayed also--prayed that +peace might remain at home, and good warfare, in which honor and +fame should await him, might still be found abroad. Then, waving +his hand to the people, he turned his horse's head and rode slowly +eastward. A moment later Aylward broke from the group of archers +and laughing girls who clung to his bridle and his stirrup straps, +and rode on, blowing kisses over his shoulder. So at last the two +comrades, gentle and simple, were fairly started on their venture. + +There are two seasons of color in those parts: the yellow, when +the country-side is flaming with the gorse-blossoms, and the +crimson, when all the long slopes are smoldering with the heather. +So it was now. Nigel looked back from time to time, as he rode +along the narrow track where the ferns and the ling brushed his +feet on either side, and as he looked it seemed to him that wander +where he might he would never see a fairer scene than that of his +own home. Far to the westward, glowing in the morning light, +rolled billow after billow of ruddy heather land, until they +merged into the dark shadows of Woolmer Forest and the pale clear +green of the Butser chalk downs. Never in his life had Nigel +wandered far beyond these limits, and the woodlands, the down and +the heather were dear to his soul. It gave him a pang in his +heart now as he turned his face away from them; but if home lay to +the westward, out there to the eastward was the great world of +adventure, the noble stage where each of his kinsmen in turn had +played his manly part and left a proud name behind. + +How often he had longed for this day! And now it had come with no +shadow cast behind it. Dame Ermyntrude was under the King's +protection. The old servants had their future assured. The +strife with the monks of Waverley had been assuaged. He had a +noble horse under him, the best of weapons, and a stout follower +at his back. Above all he was bound on a gallant errand with the +bravest knight in England as his leader. All these thoughts +surged together in his mind, and he whistled and sang, as he rode, +out of the joy of his heart, while Pommers sidled and curveted in +sympathy with the mood of his master. Presently, glancing back, +he saw from Aylward's downcast eyes and Puckered brow that the +archer was clouded with trouble. He reined his horse to let him +come abreast of him. + +"How now, Aylward?" said he. "Surely of all men in England you +and I should be the most blithe this morning, since we ride +forward with all hopes of honorable advancement. By Saint Paul! +ere we see these heather hills once more we shall either +worshipfully win worship, or we shall venture our persons in the +attempt. These be glad thoughts, and why should you be downcast?" + +Aylward shrugged his broad shoulders, and a wry smile dawned upon +his rugged face. "I am indeed as limp as a wetted bowstring," +said he. "It is the nature of a man that he should be sad when he +leaves the woman he loves." + +"In truth, yes!" cried Nigel, and in a flash the dark eyes of Mary +Buttesthorn rose before him, and he heard her low, sweet, earnest +voice as he had heard it that night when they brought her frailer +sister back from Shalford Manor, a voice which made all that was +best and noblest in a man thrill within his soul. "Yet, bethink +you, archer, that what a woman loves in man is not his gross body, +but rather his soul, his honor, his fame, the deeds with which he +has made his life beautiful. Therefore you are winning love as +well as glory when you turn to the wars." + +"It may be so," said Aylward; "but indeed it goes to my heart to +see the pretty dears weep, and I would fain weep as well to keep +them company. When Mary--or was it Dolly?--nay, it was Martha, +the red-headed girl from the mill--when she held tight to my +baldric it was like snapping my heart-string to pluck myself +loose." + +"You speak of one name and then of another," said Nigel. "How is +she called then, this maid whom you love?" + +Aylward pushed back his steel cap and scratched his bristling head +with some embarrassment. "Her name," said he, "is Mary Dolly +Martha Susan Jane Cicely Theodosia Agnes Johanna Kate." + +Nigel laughed as Aylward rolled out this prodigious title. "I had +no right to take you to the wars," said he; "for by Saint Paul! +it is very clear that I have widowed half the parish. But I saw +your aged father the franklin. Bethink you of the joy that will +fill his heart when he hears that you have done some small deed in +France, and so won honor in the eyes of all." + +"I fear that honor will not help him to pay his arrears of rent to +the sacrist of Waverley," said Aylward. "Out he will go on the +roadside, honor and all, if he does not find ten nobles by next +Epiphany. But if I could win a ransom or be at the storming of a +rich city, then indeed the old man would be proud of me. `Thy +sword must help my spade, Samkin,' said he as he kissed me goodby. +Ah! it would indeed be a happy day for him and for all if I could +ride back with a saddle-bag full of gold pieces, and please God, I +shall dip my hand in somebody's pocket before I see Crooksbury +Hill once more!" + +Nigel shook his head, for indeed it seemed hopeless to try to +bridge the gulf between them. Already they had made such good +progress along the bridle-path through the heather that the little +hill of Saint Catharine and the ancient shrine upon its summit +loomed up before them. Here they crossed the road from the south +to London, and at the crossing two wayfarers were waiting who +waved their hands in greeting, the one a tall, slender, dark woman +upon a white jennet, the other a very thick and red-faced old man, +whose weight seemed to curve the back of the stout gray cob which +he bestrode. + +"What how, Nigel!" he cried. "Mary has told me that you make a +start this morning, and we have waited here this hour and more on +the chance of seeing you pass. Come, lad, and have a last stoup +of English ale, for many a time amid the sour French wines you +will long for the white foam under your nose, and the good homely +twang of it." + +Nigel had to decline the draft, for it meant riding into Guildford +town, a mile out of his course, but very gladly he agreed with +Mary that they should climb the path to the old shrine and offer a +last orison together. The knight and Aylward waited below with +the horses; and so it came about that Nigel and Mary found +themselves alone under the solemn old Gothic arches, in front of +the dark shadowed recess in which gleamed the golden reliquary of +the saint. In silence they knelt side by side in prayer, and then +came forth once more out of the gloom and the shadow into the +fresh sunlit summer morning. They stopped ere they descended the +path, and looked to right and left at the fair meadows and the +blue Wey curling down the valley. + +"What have you prayed for, Nigel?" said she. + +"I have prayed that God and His saints will hold my spirit high +and will send me back from France in such a fashion that I may +dare to come to you and to claim you for my own." + +"Bethink you well what it is that you say, Nigel," said she. +"What you are to me only my own heart can tell; but I would never +set eyes upon your face again rather than abate by one inch that +height of honor and worshipful achievement to which you may +attain." + +"Nay, my dear and most sweet lady, how should you abate it, since +it is the thought of you which will nerve my arm and uphold my +heart?" + +"Think once more, my fair lord, and hold yourself bound by no word +which you have said. Let it be as the breeze which blows past our +faces and is heard of no more. Your soul yearns for honor. To +that has it ever turned. Is there room in it for love also? or is +it possible that both shall live at their highest in one mind? Do +you not call to mind that Galahad and other great knights of old +have put women out of their lives that they might ever give their +whole soul and strength to the winning of honor? May it not be +that I shall be a drag upon you, that your heart may shrink from +some honorable task, lest it should bring risk and pain to me? +Think well before you answer, my fair lord, for indeed my very +heart would break if it should ever happen that through love of me +your high hopes and great promise should miss fulfilment." + +Nigel looked at her with sparkling eyes. The soul which shone +through her dark face had transformed it for the moment into a +beauty more lofty and more rare than that of her shallow sister. +He bowed before the majesty of the woman, and pressed his lips to +her hand. "You are like a star upon my path which guides me on +the upward way," said he. "Our souls are set together upon the +finding of honor, and how shall we hold each other back when our +purpose is the same?" + +She shook her proud head. "So it seems to you now, fair lord, but +it may be otherwise as the years pass. How shall you prove that I +am indeed a help and not a hindrance?" + +"I will prove it by my deeds, fair and dear lady," said Nigel. +"Here at the shrine of the holy Catharine, on this, the Feast of +Saint Margaret, I take my oath that I will do three deeds in your +honor as a proof of my high love before I set eyes upon your face +again, and these three deeds shall stand as a proof to you that if +I love you dearly, still I will not let the thought of you stand +betwixt me and honorable achievement!" + +Her face shone with her love and her pride. "I also make my +oath," said she, "and I do it in the name of the holy Catharine +whose shrine is hard by. I swear that I will hold myself for you +until these three deeds be done and we meet once more; also that +if--which may dear Christ forfend! you fall in doing them then I +shall take the veil in Shalford nunnery and look upon no man's +face again! Give me your hand, Nigel." + +She had taken a little bangle of gold filigree work from her arm +and fastened it upon his sunburnt wrist, reading aloud to him the +engraved motto in old French: "Fais ce que dois, adviegne que +pourra--c'est commande au chevalier." Then for one moment they +fell into each other's arms and with kiss upon kiss, a loving man +and a tender woman, they swore their troth to each other. But the +old knight was calling impatiently from below and together they +hurried down the winding path to where the horses waited under the +sandy bluff. + +As far as the Shalford crossing Sir John rode by Nigel's arm, and +many were the last injunctions which he gave him concerning +woodcraft, and great his anxiety lest he confuse a spay with a +brocket, or either with a hind. At last when they came to the +reedy edge of the Wey the old knight and his daughter reined up +their horses. Nigel looked back at them ere he entered the dark +Chantry woods, and saw them still gazing after him and waving +their hands. Then the path wound amongst the trees and they were +lost to sight; but long afterwards when a clearing exposed once +more the Shalford meadows Nigel saw that the old man upon the gray +cob was riding slowly toward Saint Catharine's Hill, but that the +girl was still where he had seen her last, leaning forward in her +saddle and straining her eyes to pierce the dark forest which +screened her lover from her view. It was but a fleeting glance +through a break in the foliage, and yet in after days of stress +and toil in far distant lands it was that one little picture--the +green meadow, the reeds, the slow blue-winding river, and the +eager bending graceful figure upon the white horse--which was the +clearest and the dearest image of that England which he had left +behind him. + +But if Nigel's friends had learned that this was the morning of +his leaving, his enemies too were on the alert. The two comrades +had just emerged from the Chantry woods and were beginning the +ascent of that curving path which leads upward to the old Chapel +of the Martyr when with a hiss like an angry snake a long white +arrow streaked under Pommers and struck quivering in the grassy +turf. A second whizzed past Nigel's ear, as he tried to turn; but +Aylward struck the great war-horse a sharp blow over the haunches, +and it had galloped some hundreds of yards before its rider could +pull it up. Aylward followed as hard as he could ride, bending +low over his horse's neck, while arrows whizzed all around him. + +"By Saint Paul!" said Nigel, tugging at his bridle and white with +anger, "they shall not chase me across the country as though I was +a frighted doe. Archer, how dare you to lash my horse when I +would have turned and ridden in upon them?" + +"It is well that I did so," said Aylward, "or by these ten finger- +bones! our journey would have begun and ended on the same day. As +I glanced round I saw a dozen of them at the least amongst the +brushwood. See now how the light glimmers upon their steel caps +yonder in the bracken under the great beech-tree. Nay, I pray +you, my fair lord, do not ride forward. What chance has a man in +the open against all these who lie at their ease in the underwood? +If you will not think of yourself, then consider your horse, which +would have a cloth-yard shaft feathered in its hide ere it could +reach the wood." + +Nigel chafed in impotent anger. "Am I to be shot at like a +popinjay at a fair, by any reaver or outlaw that seeks a mark for +his bow?" he cried. "By Saint Paul! Aylward, I will put on my +harness and go further into the matter. Help me to untruss, I +pray you!" + +"Nay, my fair lord, I will not help you to your own downfall. It +is a match with cogged dice betwixt a horseman on the moor and +archers amid the forest. But these men are no outlaws, or they +would not dare to draw their bows within a league of the sheriff +of Guildford." + +"Indeed, Aylward, I think that you speak truth," said Nigel. "It +may be that these are the men of Paul de la Fosse of Shalford, +whom I have given little cause to love me. Ah! there is indeed +the very man himself." + +They sat their horses with their backs to the long slope which +leads up to the old chapel on the hill. In front of them was the +dark ragged edge of the wood, with a sharp twinkle of steel here +and there in its shadows which spoke of these lurking foes. But +now there was a long moot upon a horn, and at once a score of +russet-clad bowmen ran forward from amid the trees, spreading out +into a scattered line and closing swiftly in upon the travelers. +In the midst of them, upon a great gray horse, sat a small +misshapen man, waving and cheering as one sets hounds on a badger, +turning his head this way and that as he whooped and pointed, +urging his bowmen onward up the slope. + +"Draw them on, my fair lord! Draw them on until we have them out +on the down!" cried Aylward, his eyes shining with joy. "Five +hundred paces more, and then we may be on terms with them. Nay, +linger not, but keep them always just clear of arrowshot until our +turn has come." + +Nigel shook and trembled with eagerness, as with his hand on his +sword-hilt he looked at the line of eager hurrying men. But it +flashed through his mind what Chandos had said of the cool head +which is better for the warrior than the hot heart. Aylward's +words were true and wise. He turned Pommers' head therefore, and +amid a cry of derision from behind them the comrades trotted over +the down. The bowmen broke into a run, while their leader +screamed and waved more madly than before. Aylward cast many a +glance at them over his shoulder. + +"Yet a little farther! Yet a little farther still!" he muttered. +"The wind is towards them and the fools have forgot that I can +overshoot them by fifty paces. Now, my good lord, I pray you for +one instant to hold the horses, for my weapon is of more avail +this day, than thine can be. They may make sorry cheer ere they +gain the shelter of the wood once more." + +He had sprung from his horse, and with a downward wrench of his +arm and a push with his knee he slipped the string into the upper +nock of his mighty war-bow. Then in a flash he notched his shaft +and drew it to the pile, his keen blue eyes glowing fiercely +behind it from under his knotted brows. With thick legs planted +sturdily apart, his body laid to the bow, his left arm motionless +as wood, his right bunched into a double curve of swelling muscles +as he stretched the white well-waxed string, he looked so keen and +fierce a fighter that the advancing line stopped for an instant at +the sight of him. Two or three loosed off their arrows, but the +shafts flew heavily against the head wind, and snaked along the +hard turf some score of paces short of the mark. One only, a +short bandy-legged man, whose squat figure spoke of enormous +muscular strength, ran swiftly in and then drew so strong a bow +that the arrow quivered in the ground at Aylward's very feet. + +"It is Black Will of Lynchmere," said the bowman. "Many a match +have I shot with him, and I know well that no other man on the +Surrey marches could have sped such a shaft. I trust that you are +houseled and shriven, Will, for I have known you so long that I +would not have your damnation upon my soul." + +He raised his bow as he spoke, and the string twanged with a rich +deep musical note. Aylward leaned upon his bow-stave as he keenly +watched the long swift flight of his shaft, skimming smoothly down +the wind. + +"On him, on him! No, over him, by my hilt!" he cried. "There is +more wind than I had thought. Nay, nay, friend, now that I have +the length of you, you can scarce hope to loose again." + +Black Will had notched an arrow and was raising his bow when +Aylward's second shaft passed through the shoulder of his drawing +arm. With a shout of anger and pain he dropped his weapon, and +dancing in his fury he shook his fist and roared curses at his +rival. + +"I could slay him; but I will not, for good bowmen are not so +common," said Aylward. "And now, fair sir, we must on, for they +are spreading round on either side, and if once they get behind +us, then indeed our journey has come to a sudden end. But ere we +go I would send a shaft through yonder horseman who leads them +on." + +"Nay, Aylward, I pray you to leave him," said Nigel. "Villain as +he is, he is none the less a gentleman of coat-armor, and should +die by some other weapon than thine." + +"As you will," said Aylward, with a clouded brow. "I have been +told that in the late wars many a French prince and baron has not +been too proud to take his death wound from an English yeoman's +shaft, and that nobles of England have been glad enough to stand +by and see it done." + +Nigel shook his head sadly. "It is sooth you say, archer, and +indeed it is no new thing, for that good knight Richard of the +Lion Heart met his end in such a lowly fashion, and so also did +Harold the Saxon. But this is a private matter, and I would not +have you draw your bow against him. Neither can I ride at him +myself, for he is weak in body, though dangerous in spirit. +Therefore, we will go upon our way, since there is neither profit +nor honor to be gained, nor any hope of advancement." + +Aylward, having unstrung his bow, had remounted his horse during +this conversation, and the two rode swiftly past the little squat +Chapel of the Martyr and over the brow of the hill. From the +summit they looked back. The injured archer lay upon the ground, +with several of his comrades gathered in a knot around him. +Others ran aimlessly up the hill, but were already far behind. +The leader sat motionless upon his horse, and as he saw them look +back he raised his hand and shrieked his curses at them. An +instant later the curve of the ground had hid them from view. So, +amid love and hate, Nigel bade adieu to the home of his youth. + +And now the comrades were journeying upon that old, old road which +runs across the south of England and yet never turns toward +London, for the good reason that the place was a poor hamlet when +first the road was laid. From Winchester, the Saxon capital, to +Canterbury, the holy city of Kent, ran that ancient highway, and +on from Canterbury to the narrow straits where, on a clear day, +the farther shore can be seen. Along this track as far back as +history can trace the metals of the west have been carried and +passed the pack-horses which bore the goods which Gaul sent in +exchange. Older than the Christian faith and older than the +Romans, is the old road. North and south are the woods and the +marshes, so that only on the high dry turf of the chalk land could +a clear track be found. The Pilgrim's Way, it still is called; +but the pilgrims were the last who ever trod it, for it was +already of immemorial age before the death of Thomas a Becket gave +a new reason why folk should journey to the scene of his murder. + +From the hill of Weston Wood the travelers could see the long +white band which dipped and curved and rose over the green +downland, its course marked even in the hollows by the line of the +old yew-trees which flanked it. Neither Nigel nor Aylward had +wandered far from their own country, and now they rode with light +hearts and eager eyes taking note of all the varied pictures of +nature and of man which passed before them. To their left was a +hilly country, a land of rolling heaths and woods, broken here and +there into open spaces round the occasional farm-house of a +franklin. Hackhurst Down, Dunley Hill, and Ranmore Common swelled +and sank, each merging into the other. But on the right, after +passing the village of Shere and the old church of Gomshall, the +whole south country lay like a map at their feet. There was the +huge wood of the Weald, one unbroken forest of oak-trees +stretching away to the South Downs, which rose olive-green against +the deep blue sky. Under this great canopy of trees strange folk +lived and evil deeds were done. In its recesses were wild tribes, +little changed from their heathen ancestors, who danced round the +altar of Thor, and well was it for the peaceful traveler that he +could tread the high open road of the chalk land with no need to +wander into so dangerous a tract, where soft clay, tangled forest +and wild men all barred his progress. + +But apart from the rolling country upon the left and the great +forest-hidden plain upon the right, there was much upon the road +itself to engage the attention of the wayfarers. It was crowded +with people. As far as their eyes could carry they could see the +black dots scattered thickly upon the thin white band, sometimes +single, sometimes several abreast, sometimes in moving crowds, +where a drove of pilgrims held together for mutual protection, or +a nobleman showed his greatness by the number of retainers who +trailed at his heels. At that time the main roads were very +crowded, for there were many wandering people in the land. Of +all sorts and kinds, they passed in an unbroken stream before the +eyes of Nigel and of Aylward, alike only in the fact that one and +all were powdered from their hair to their shoes with the gray +dust of the chalk. + +There were monks journeying from one cell to another, Benedictines +with their black gowns looped up to show their white skirts, +Carthusians in white, and pied Cistercians. Friars also of the +three wandering orders--Dominicans in black, Carmelites in white +and Franciscans in gray. There was no love lost between the +cloistered monks and the free friars, each looking on the other as +a rival who took from him the oblations of the faithful; so they +passed on the high road as cat passes dog, with eyes askance and +angry faces. + +Then besides the men of the church there were the men of trade, +the merchant in dusty broadcloth and Flanders hat riding at the +head of his line of pack-horses. He carried Cornish tin, +Welt-country wool, or Sussex iron if he traded eastward, or if his +head should be turned westward then he bore with him the velvets +of Genoa, the ware of Venice, the wine of France, or the armor of +Italy and Spain. Pilgrims were everywhere, poor people for the +most part, plodding wearily along with trailing feet and bowed +heads, thick staves in their hands and bundles over their +shoulders. Here and there on a gaily caparisoned palfrey, or in +the greater luxury of a horse-litter, some West-country lady might +be seen making her easy way to the shrine of Saint Thomas. + +Besides all these a constant stream of strange vagabonds drifted +along the road: minstrels who wandered from fair to fair, a foul +and pestilent crew; jugglers and acrobats, quack doctors and +tooth-drawers, students and beggars, free workmen in search of +better wages, and escaped bondsmen who would welcome any wages at +all. Such was the throng which set the old road smoking in a haze +of white dust from Winchester to the narrow sea. + +But of all the wayfarers those which interested Nigel most were +the soldiers. Several times they passed little knots of archers +or men-at-arms, veterans from France, who had received their +discharge and were now making their way to their southland homes. +They were half drunk all of them, for the wayfarers treated them +to beer at the frequent inns and ale-stakes which lined the road, +so that they cheered and sang lustily as they passed. They roared +rude pleasantries at Aylward, who turned in his saddle and shouted +his opinion of them until they were out of hearing. + +Once, late in the afternoon, they overtook a body of a hundred +archers all marching together with two knights riding at their +head. They were passing from Guildford Castle to Reigate Castle, +where they were in garrison. Nigel rode with the knights for some +distance, and hinted that if either was in search of honorable +advancement, or wished to do some small deed, or to relieve +himself of any vow, it might be possible to find some means of +achieving it. They were both, however, grave and elderly men, +intent upon their business and with no mind for fond wayside +adventures, so Nigel quickened his pace and left them behind. + +They had left Boxhill and Headley Heath upon the left, and the +towers of Reigate were rising amid the trees in front of them, +when they overtook a large, cheery, red-faced man, with a forked +beard, riding upon a good horse and exchanging a nod or a merry +word with all who passed him. With him they rode nearly as far as +Bletchingley, and Nigel laughed much to hear him talk; but always +under the raillery there was much earnestness and much wisdom in +all his words. He rode at his ease about the country, he said, +having sufficient money to keep him from want and to furnish him +for the road. He could speak all the three languages of England, +the north, the middle and the south, so that he was at home with +the people of every shire and could hear their troubles and their +joys. In all parts in town and in country there was unrest, he +said; for the poor folk were weary of their masters both of the +Church and State, and soon there would be such doings in England +as had never been seen before. + +But above all this man was earnest against the Church its enormous +wealth, its possession of nearly one-third of the whole land of +the country, its insatiable greed for more at the very time when +it claimed to be poor and lowly. The monks and friars, too, he +lashed with his tongue: their roguish ways, their laziness and +their cunning. He showed how their wealth and that of the haughty +lord must always be founded upon the toil of poor humble Peter the +Plowman, who worked and strove in rain and cold out in the fields, +the butt and laughing-stock of everyone, and still bearing up the +whole world upon his weary shoulders. He had set it all out in a +fair parable; so now as he rode he repeated some of the verses, +chanting them and marking time with his forefinger, while Nigel +and Aylward on either side of him with their heads inclined inward +listened with the same attention, but with very different feelings +--Nigel shocked at such an attack upon authority, and Aylward +chuckling as he heard the sentiments of his class so shrewdly +expressed. At last the stranger halted his horse outside the +"Five Angels" at Gatton. + +"It is a good inn, and I know the ale of old," said he. "When I +had finished that `Dream of Piers the Plowman' from which I have +recited to you, the last verses were thus: + + "`Now have I brought my little booke to an ende + God's blessing be on him who a drinke will me sende'-- + +"I pray you come in with me and share it." + +"Nay," said Nigel, "we must on our way, for we have far to go. +But give me your name, my friend, for indeed we have passed a +merry hour listening to your words." + +"Have a care!" the stranger answered, shaking his head. "You and +your class will not spend a merry hour when these words are turned +into deeds and Peter the Plowman grows weary of swinking in the +fields and takes up his bow and his staff in order to set this +land in order." + +"By Saint Paul! I expect that we shall bring Peter to reason and +also those who have put such evil thoughts into his head," said +Nigel. "So once more I ask your name, that I may know it if ever +I chance to hear that you have been hanged?" + +The stranger laughed good-humoredly. "You can call me Thomas +Lackland," said he. "I should be Thomas Lack-brain if I were +indeed to give my true name, since a good many robbers, some in +black gowns and some in steel, would be glad to help me upwards in +the way you speak of. So good-day to you, Squire, and to you +also, archer, and may you find your way back with whole bones from +the wars!" + +That night the comrades slept in Godstone Priory, and early next +morning they were well upon their road down the Pilgrim's Way. At +Titsey it was said that a band of villeins were out in Westerham +Wood and had murdered three men the day before; so that Nigel had +high hopes of an encounter; but the brigands showed no sign, +though the travelers went out of their way to ride their horses +along the edges of the forest. Farther on they found traces of +their work, for the path ran along the hillside at the base of a +chalk quarry, and there in the cutting a man was lying dead. From +his twisted limbs and shattered frame it was easy to see that he +had been thrown over from above, while his pockets turned outward +showed the reason for his murder. The comrades rode past without +too close a survey, for dead men were no very uncommon objects on +the King's highway, and if sheriff or bailiff should chance upon +you near the body you might find yourself caught in the meshes of +the law. + +Near Sevenoaks their road turned out of the old Canterbury way and +pointed south toward the coast, leaving the chalk lands and coming +down into the clay of the Weald. It was a wretched, rutted +mule-track running through thick forests with occasional clearings +in which lay the small Kentish villages, where rude shock-headed +peasants with smocks and galligaskins stared with bold, greedy +eyes at the travelers. Once on the right they caught a distant +view of the Towers of Penshurst, and once they heard the deep +tolling of the bells of Bayham Abbey, but for the rest of their +day's journey savage peasants and squalid cottages were all that +met their eyes, with endless droves of pigs who fed upon the +litter of acorns. The throng of travelers who crowded the old +road were all gone, and only here and there did they meet or +overtake some occasional merchant or messenger bound for Battle +Abbey, Pevensey Castle or the towns of the south. + +That night they slept in a sordid inn, overrun with rats and with +fleas, one mile south of the hamlet of Mayfield. Aylward +scratched vigorously and cursed with fervor. Nigel lay without +movement or sound. To the man who had learned the old rule of +chivalry there were no small ills in life. It was beneath the +dignity of his soul to stoop to observe them. Cold and heat, +hunger and thirst, such things did not exist for the gentleman. +The armor of his soul was so complete that it was proof not only +against the great ills of life but even against the small ones; so +the flea-bitten Nigel lay grimly still while Aylward writhed upon +his couch. + +They were now but a short distance from their destination; but +they had hardly started on their journey through the forest next +morning, when an adventure befell them which filled Nigel with the +wildest hopes. + +Along the narrow winding path between the great oak trees there +rode a dark sallow man in a scarlet tabard who blew so loudly upon +a silver trumpet that they heard the clanging call long before +they set eyes on him. Slowly he advanced, pulling up every fifty +paces to make the forest ring with another warlike blast. The +comrades rode forward to meet him. + +"I pray you," said Nigel, "to tell me who you are and why you blow +upon this trumpet." + +The fellow shook his head, so Nigel repeated the question in +French, the common language of chivalry, spoken at that age by +every gentleman in Western Europe. + +The man put his lips to the trumpet and blew another long note +before he answered. "I am Gaston de Castrier," said he, "the +humble Squire of the most worthy and valiant knight Raoul de +Tubiers, de Pestels, de Grimsard, de Mersac, de Leoy, de Bastanac, +who also writes himself Lord of Pons. It is his order that I ride +always a mile in front of him to prepare all to receive him, and +he desires me to blow upon a trumpet not out of vainglory, but out +of greatness of spirit, so that none may be ignorant of his coming +should they desire to encounter him." + +Nigel sprang from his horse with a cry of joy, and began to +unbutton his doublet. "Quick, Aylward, quick!" he said. "He +comes, a knight errant comes! Was there ever such a chance of +worshipfully winning worship? Untruss the harness whilst I loose +my clothes! Good sir, I beg you to warn your noble and valiant +master that a poor Squire of England would implore him to take +notice of him and to do some small deed upon him as he passes." + +But already the Lord of Pons had come in sight. He was a huge man +upon an enormous horse, so that together they seemed to fill up +the whole long dark archway under the oaks. He was clad in full +armor of a brazen hue with only his face exposed, and of this face +there was little visible save a pair of arrogant eyes and a great +black beard, which flowed through the open visor and down over his +breastplate. To the crest of his helmet was tied a small brown +glove, nodding and swinging above him. He bore a long lance with +a red square banner at the end, charged with a black boar's head, +and the same symbol was engraved upon his shield. Slowly he rode +through the forest, ponderous, menacing, with dull thudding of his +charger's hoofs and constant clank of metal, while always in front +of him came the distant peal of the silver trumpet calling all men +to admit his majesty and to clear his path ere they be cleared +from it. + +Never in his dreams had so perfect a vision come to cheer Nigel's +heart, and as he struggled with his clothes, glancing up +continually at this wondrous traveler, he pattered forth prayers +of thanksgiving to the good Saint Paul who had shown such loving- +kindness to his unworthy servant and thrown him in the path of so +excellent and debonair a gentleman. + +But alas! how often at the last instant the cup is dashed from the +lips! This joyful chance was destined to change suddenly to +unexpected and grotesque disaster--disaster so strange and so +complete that through all his life Nigel flushed crimson when he +thought of it. He was busily stripping his hunting-costume, and +with feverish haste he had doffed boots, hat, hose, doublet and +cloak, so that nothing remained save a pink jupon and pair of +silken drawers. At the same time Aylward was hastily unbuckling +the load with the intention of handing his master his armor piece +by piece, when the Squire gave one last challenging peal from his +silver trumpet into the very ear of the spare horse. + +In an instant it had taken to its heels, the precious armor upon +its back, and thundered away down the road which they had +traversed. Aylward jumped upon his mare, drove his prick spurs +into her sides and galloped after the runaway as hard as he could +ride. Thus it came about that in an instant Nigel was shorn of +all his little dignity, had lost his two horses, his attendant and +his outfit, and found himself a lonely and unarmed man standing in +his shirt and drawers upon the pathway down which the burly figure +of the Lord of Pons was slowly advancing. + +The knight errant, whose mind had been filled by the thought of +the maiden whom he had left behind at St. Jean--the same whose +glove dangled from his helmet--had observed nothing that had +occurred. Hence, all that met his eyes was a noble yellow horse, +which was tethered by the track, and a small young man, who +appeared to be a lunatic since he had undressed hastily in the +heart of the forest, and stood now with an eager anxious face clad +in his underlinen amid the scattered debris of his garments. Of +such a person the high Lord of Pons could take no notice, and so +he pursued his inexorable way, his arrogant eyes looking out into +the distance and his thoughts set intently upon the maiden of St. +Jean. He was dimly aware that the little crazy man in the +undershirt ran a long way beside him in his stockings, begging, +imploring and arguing. + +"Just one hour, most fair sir, just one hour at the longest, and a +poor Squire of England shall ever hold himself your debtor! Do +but condescend to rein your horse until my harness comes back to +me! Will you not stoop to show me some small deed of arms? I +implore you, fair sir, to spare me a little of your time and a +handstroke or two ere you go upon your way!" + +Lord de Pons motioned impatiently with his gauntleted hand, as one +might brush away an importunate fly, but when at last Nigel became +desperate in his clamor he thrust his spurs into his great +war-horse, and clashing like a pair of cymbals he thundered off +through the forest. So he rode upon his majestic way, until two +days later he was slain by Lord Reginald Cobham in a field near +Weybridge. + +When after a long chase Aylward secured the spare horse and +brought it back, he found his master seated upon a fallen tree, +his face buried in his hands and his mind clouded with humiliation +and grief. Nothing was said, for the matter was beyond words, and +so in moody silence they rode upon their way. + +But soon they came upon a scene which drew Nigel's thoughts away +from his bitter trouble, for in front of them there rose the +towers of a great building with a small gray sloping village +around it, and they learned from a passing hind that this was the +hamlet and Abbey of Battle. Together they drew rein upon the low +ridge and looked down into that valley of death from which even +now the reek of blood seems to rise. Down beside that sinister +lake and amid those scattered bushes sprinkled over the naked +flank of the long ridge was fought that long-drawn struggle +betwixt two most noble foes with broad England as the prize of +victory. Here, up and down the low hill, hour by hour the grim +struggle had waxed and waned, until the Saxon army had died where +it stood, King, court, house-carl and fyrdsman, each in their +ranks even as they had fought. And now, after all the stress and +toil, the tyranny, the savage revolt, the fierce suppression, God +had made His purpose complete, for here were Nigel the Norman and +Aylward the Saxon with good-fellowship in their hearts and a +common respect in their minds, with the same banner and the same +cause, riding forth to do battle for their old mother England. + +And now the long ride drew to an end. In front of them was the +blue sea, flecked with the white sails of ships. Once more the +road passed upward from the heavy-wooded plain to the springy turf +of the chalk downs. Far to the right rose the grim fortalice of +Pevensey, squat and powerful, like one great block of rugged +stone, the parapet twinkling with steel caps and crowned by the +royal banner of England. A flat expanse of reeded marshland lay +before them, out of which rose a single wooded hill, crowned with +towers, with a bristle of masts rising out of the green plain some +distance to the south of it. Nigel looked at it with his hand +shading his eyes, and then urged Pommers to a trot. The town was +Winchelsea, and there amid that cluster of houses on the hill the +gallant Chandos must be awaiting him. + + + + +XIV. HOW NIGEL CHASED THE RED FERRET + + +They passed a ferry, wound upward by a curving path, and then, +having satisfied a guard of men-at-arms, were admitted through the +frowning arch of the Pipewell Gate. There waiting for them, in +the middle of the east street, the sun gleaming upon his lemon- +colored beard, and puckering his single eye, stood Chandos +himself, his legs apart, his hands behind his back, and a +welcoming smile upon his quaint high-nosed face. Behind him a +crowd of little boys were gazing with reverent eyes at the famous +soldier. + +"Welcome, Nigel!" said he, "and you also, good archer! I chanced +to be walking on the city wall, and I thought from the color of +your horse that it was indeed you upon the Udimore Road. How have +you fared, young squire errant? Have you held bridges or rescued +damsels or slain oppressors on your way from Tilford?" + +"Nay, my fair lord, I have accomplished nothing; but I once had +hopes--" Nigel flushed at the remembrance. + +"I will give you more than hopes, Nigel. I will put you where you +can dip both arms to the elbow into danger and honor, where peril +will sleep with you at night and rise with you in the morning and +the very air you breathe be laden with it. Are you ready for +that, young sir?" + +"I can but pray, fair lord, that my spirit will rise to it." + +Chandos smiled his approval and laid his thin brown hand on the +youth's shoulder. "Good!" said he. "It is the mute hound which +bites the hardest. The babbler is ever the hang-back. Bide with +me here, Nigel, and walk upon the ramparts. Archer, do you lead +the horses to the `Sign of the Broom Pod' in the high street, and +tell my varlets to see them aboard the cog Thomas before +nightfall. We sail at the second hour after curfew. Come hither, +Nigel, to the crest of the corner turret, for from it I will show +you what you have never seen." + +It was but a dim and distant white cloud upon the blue water seen +far off over the Dungeness Point, and yet the sight of it flushed +the young Squire's cheeks and sent the blood hot through his +veins. It was the fringe of France, that land of chivalry and +glory, the stage where name and fame were to be won. With burning +eyes he gazed across at it, his heart rejoicing to think that the +hour was at hand when he might tread that sacred soil. Then his +gaze crossed the immense stretch of the blue sea, dotted over with +the sails of fishing-boats, until it rested upon the double harbor +beneath packed with vessels of every size and shape, from the +pessoners and creyers which plied up and down the coast to the +great cogs and galleys which were used either as war-ships or +merchantmen as the occasion served. One of them was at that +instant passing out to sea, a huge galleass, with trumpets blowing +and nakers banging, the flag of Saint George flaunting over the +broad purple sail, and the decks sparkling from end to end with +steel. Nigel gave a cry of pleasure at the splendor of the sight. + +"Aye, lad," said Chandos, "it is the Trinity of Rye, the very ship +on which I fought at Sluys. Her deck ran blood from stem to stern +that day. But turn your eyes this way, I beg you, and tell me if +you see aught strange about this town." + +Nigel looked down at the noble straight street, at the Roundel +Tower, at the fine church of Saint Thomas, and the other fair +buildings of Winchelsea. "It is all new," said he--"church, +castle, houses, all are new." + +"You are right, fair son. My grandfather can call to mind the +time when only the conies lived upon this rock. The town was down +yonder by the sea, until one night the waves rose upon it and not +a house was left. See, yonder is Rye, huddling also on a hill, +the two towns like poor sheep when the waters are out. But down +there under the blue water and below the Camber Sand lies the true +Winchelsea--tower, cathedral, walls and all, even as my +grandfather knew it, when the first Edward was young upon the +throne." + +For an hour or more Chandos paced upon the ramparts with his young +Squire at his elbow and talked to him of his duties and of the +secrets and craft of warfare, Nigel drinking in and storing in his +memory every word from so revered a teacher. Many a time in after +life, in stress and in danger, he strengthened himself by the +memory of that slow walk with the blue sea on one side and the +fair town on the other, when the wise soldier and noble-hearted +knight poured forth his precept and advice as the master workman +to the apprentice. + +"Perhaps, fair son," said he, "you are like so many other lads who +ride to the wars, and know so much already that it is waste of +breath to advise them?" + +"Nay, my fair lord, I know nothing save that I would fain do my +duty and either win honorable advancement or die worshipful on the +field." + +"You are wise to be humble," said Chandos; "for indeed he who +knows most of war knows best that there is much to learn. As +there is a mystery of the rivers and a mystery of woodcraft, even +so there is a mystery of warfare by which battles may be lost and +gained; for all nations are brave, and where the brave meets the +brave it is he who is crafty and war-wise who will win the day. +The best hound will run at fault if he be ill laid on, and the +best hawk will fly at check if he be badly loosed, and even so the +bravest army may go awry if it be ill handled. There are not in +Christendom better knights and squires than those of the French, +and yet we have had the better of them, for in our Scottish Wars +and elsewhere we have learned more of this same mystery of which I +speak." + +"And wherein lies our wisdom, honored sir?" asked Nigel. "I also +would fain be war-wise and learn to fight with my wits as well as +with my sword." + +Chandos shook his head and smiled. "It is in the forest and on +the down that you learn to fly the hawk and loose the hound," said +he. "So also it is in camp and on the field that the mystery of +war can be learned. There only has every great captain come to be +its master. To start he must have a cool head, quick to think, +soft as wax before his purpose is formed, hard as steel when once +he sees it before him. Ever alert he must be, and cautious also, +but with judgment to turn his caution into rashness where a large +gain may be put against a small stake. An eye for country also, +for the trend of the rivers, the slope of the hills, the cover of +the woods, and the light green of the bog-land." + +Poor Nigel, who had trusted to his lance and to Pommers to break +his path to glory, stood aghast at this list of needs. "Alas!" he +cried. "How am I to gain all this?--I, who could scarce learn +to read or write though the good Father Matthew broke a hazel +stick a day across my shoulders?" + +"You will gain it, fair son, where others have gained it before +you. You have that which is the first thing of all, a heart of +fire from which other colder hearts may catch a spark. But you +must have knowledge also of that which warfare has taught us in +olden times. We know, par exemple, that horsemen alone cannot +hope to win against good foot-soldiers. Has it not been tried at +Courtrai, at Stirling, and again under my own eyes at Crecy, where +the chivalry of France went down before our bowmen?" + +Nigel stared at him, with a perplexed brow. "Fair sir, my heart +grows heavy as I hear you. Do you then say that our chivalry can +make no head against archers, billmen and the like?" + +"Nay, Nigel, for it has also been very clearly shown that the best +foot-soldiers unsupported cannot hold their own against the mailed +horsemen." + +"To whom then is the victory?" asked Nigel. + +"To him who can mix his horse and foot, using each to strengthen +the other. Apart they are weak. Together they are strong. The +archer who can weaken the enemy's line, the horseman who can break +it when it is weakened, as was done at Falkirk and Duplin, there +is the secret of our strength. Now touching this same battle of +Falkirk, I pray you for one instant to give it your attention." + +With his whip he began to trace a plan of the Scottish battle upon +the dust, and Nigel with knitted brows was trying hard to muster +his small stock of brains and to profit by the lecture, when their +conversation was interrupted by a strange new arrival. + +It was a very stout little man, wheezy and purple with haste, who +scudded down the rampart as if he were blown by the wind, his +grizzled hair flying and his long black gown floating behind him. +He was clad in the dress of a respectable citizen, a black jerkin +trimmed with sable, a black-velvet beaver hat and a white feather. +At the sight of Chandos he gave a cry of joy and quickened his +pace so that when he did at last reach him he could only stand +gasping and waving his hands. + +"Give yourself time, good Master Wintersole, give yourself time!" +said Chandos in a soothing voice. + +"The papers!" gasped the little man. "Oh, my Lord Chandos, the +papers--" + +"What of the papers, my worthy sir?" + +"I swear by our good patron Saint Leonard, it is no fault of mine! +I had locked them in my coffer. But the lock was forced and the +coffer rifled." + +A shadow of anger passed over the soldier's keen face. + +"How now, Master Mayor? Pull your wits together and do not stand +there babbling like a three-year child. Do you say that some one +hath taken the papers?" + +"It is sooth, fair sir! Thrice I have been Mayor of the town, and +fifteen years burgess and jurat, but never once has any public +matter gone awry through me. Only last month there came an order +from Windsor on a Tuesday for a Friday banquet, a thousand soles, +four thousand plaice, two thousand mackerel, five hundred crabs, a +thousand lobsters, five thousand whiting--" + +"I doubt not, Master Mayor, that you are an excellent fishmonger; +but the matter concerns the papers I gave into your keeping. +Where are they?" + +"Taken, fair sir--gone!" + +"And who hath dared to take them?" + +"Alas! I know not. It was but for as long as you would say an +angelus that I left the chamber, and when I came back there was +the coffer, broken and empty, upon my table." + +"Do you suspect no one?" + +"There was a varlet who hath come with the last few days into my +employ. He is not to be found, and I have sent horsemen along +both the Udimore road and that to Rye, that they may seize him. +By the help of Saint Leonard they can scarce miss him, for one can +tell him a bow-shot off by his hair." + +"Is it red?" asked Chandos eagerly. "Is it fox-red, and the man a +small man pocked with sun-spots, and very quick in his movements?" + +"It is the man himself." + +Chandos shook his clenched hand with annoyance, and then set off +swiftly down the street. + +"It is Peter the Red Ferret once more!" said he. "I knew him of +old in France, where he has done us more harm than a company of +men-at-arms. He speaks English as he speaks French, and he is of +such daring and cunning that nothing is secret from him. In all +France there is no more dangerous man, for though he is a +gentleman of blood and coat-armor he takes the part of a spy, +because it hath the more danger and therefore the more honor." + +"But, my fair lord," cried the Mayor, as he hurried along, keeping +pace with the long strides of the soldier, "I knew that you warned +me to take all care of the papers; but surely there was no matter +of great import in it? It was but to say what stores were to be +sent after you to Calais?" + +"Is that not everything?" cried Chandos impatiently. "Can you not +see, oh foolish Master Wintersole, that the French suspect we are +about to make some attempt and that they have sent Peter the Red +Ferret, as they have sent him many times before, to get tidings of +whither we are bound? Now that he knows that the stores are for +Calais, then the French near Calais will take his warning, and so +the King's whole plan come to nothing." + +"Then he will fly by water. We can stop him yet. He has not an +hour's start." + +"It may be that a boat awaits him at Rye or Hythe; but it is more +like that he has all ready to depart from here. Ah, see yonder! +I'll warrant that the Red Ferret is on board!" + +Chandos had halted in front of his inn, and now he pointed down to +the outer harbor, which lay two miles off across the green plain. +It was connected by a long winding canal with the inner dock at +the base of the hill, upon which the town was built. Between the +two horns formed by the short curving piers a small schooner was +running out to sea, dipping and rising before a sharp southerly +breeze. + +"It is no Winchelsea boat," said the Mayor. "She is longer and +broader in the beam than ours." + +"Horses! bring horses!" cried Chandos. "Come, Nigel, let us go +further into the matter." + +A busy crowd of varlets, archers, and men-at-arms swarmed round +the gateway of the "Sign of the Broom Pod," singing, shouting, and +jostling in rough good-fellowship. The sight of the tall thin +figure of Chandos brought order amongst them, and a few minutes +later the horses were ready and saddled. A breakneck ride down a +steep declivity, and then a gallop of two miles over the sedgy +plain carried them to the outer harbor. A dozen vessels were +lying there, ready to start for Bordeaux or Rochelle, and the quay +was thick with sailors, laborers and townsmen and heaped with +wine-barrels and wool-packs. + +"Who is warden here?" asked Chandos, springing from his horse. + +"Badding! Where is Cock Badding? Badding is warden!" shouted the +crowd. + +A moment later a short swarthy man, bull-necked and deep-chested, +pushed through the people. He was clad in rough russet wool with +a scarlet cloth tied round his black curly head. His sleeves were +rolled up to his shoulders, and his brown arms, all stained with +grease and tar, were like two thick gnarled branches from an oaken +stump. His savage brown face was fierce and frowning, and was +split from chin to temple with the long white wale of an +ill-healed wound. + +"How now, gentles, will you never wait your turn?" he rumbled in a +deep angry voice. "Can you not see that we are warping the Rose +of Guienne into midstream for the ebb-tide? Is this a time to +break in upon us? Your goods will go aboard in due season, I +promise you; so ride back into the town and find such pleasure as +you may, while I and my mates do our work without let or +hindrance." + +"It is the gentle Chandos!" cried some one in the crowd. "It is +the good Sir John." + +The rough harbor-master changed his gruffness to smiles in an +instant. "Nay, Sir John, what would you? I pray you to hold me +excused if I was short of speech, but we port-wardens are sore +plagued with foolish young lordlings, who get betwixt us and our +work and blame us because we do not turn an ebb-tide into a flood, +or a south wind into a north. I pray you to tell me how I can +serve you." + +"That boat!" said Chandos, pointing to the already distant sail +rising and falling on the waves. "What is it?" + +Cock Badding shaded his keen eyes with his strong brows hand. +"She has but just gone out," said he. "She is La Pucelle, a small +wine-sloop from Gascony, home-bound and laden with barrel-staves." + +"I pray you did any man join her at the very last?" + +"Nay, I know not. I saw no one." + +"But I know," cried a seaman in the crowd. "I was standing at the +wharf-side and was nigh knocked into the water by a little +red-headed fellow, who breathed as though he had run from the town. +Ere I had time to give him a cuff he had jumped aboard, the ropes +were cast off, and her nose was seaward." + +In a few words Chandos made all clear to Badding, the crowd +pressing eagerly round. + +"Aye, aye!" cried a seaman, "the good Sir John is right. See how +she points. It is Picardy and not Gascony that she will fetch +this journey in spite of her wine-staves." + +"Then we must lay her aboard!" cried Cock Badding. "Come, lads, +here is my own Marie Rose ready to cast off. Who's for a trip +with a fight at the end of it?" + +There was a rush for the boat; but the stout little seaman picked +his men. "Go back, Jerry! Your heart is good, but you are +overfat for the work. You, Luke, and you, Thomas, and the two +Deedes, and William of Sandgate. You will work the boat. And now +we need a few men of their hands. Do you come, little sir?" + +"I pray you, my dear lord, to let me go!" cried Nigel. + +"Yes, Nigel, you can go, and I will bring your gear over to Calais +this night." + +"I will join you there, fair sir, and with the help of Saint Paul +I will bring this Red Ferret with me." + +"Aboard, aboard! Time passes!" cried Badding impatiently, while +already his seamen were hauling on the line and raising the +mainsail. "Now then, sirrah! who are you?" It was Aylward, who +had followed Nigel and was pushing his way aboard. + +"Where my master goes I go also," cried Aylward, "so stand clear, +master-shipman, or you may come by a hurt." + +"By Saint Leonard! archer," said Cock Badding, "had I more time I +would give you a lesson ere I leave land. Stand back and give +place to others!" + +"Nay, stand back and give place to me!" cried Aylward, and seizing +Badding round the waist he slung him into the dock. + +There was a cry of anger from the crowd, for Badding was the hero +of all the Cinque Ports and had never yet met his match in +manhood. The epitaph still lingers in which it was said that he +"could never rest until he had foughten his fill." When, +therefore, swimming like a duck, he reached a rope and pulled +himself hand over hand up to the quay, all stood aghast to see +what fell fate would befall this bold stranger. But Badding +laughed loudly, dashing the saltwater from his eyes and hair. + +"You have fairly won your place, archer," said he. "You are the +very man for our work. Where is Black Simon of Norwich?" + +A tall dark young man with a long, stern, lean face came forward. +"I am with you, Cock," said he, "and I thank you for my place." + +"You can come, Hugh Baddlesmere, and you, Hal Masters, and you, +Dicon of Rye. That is enough. Now off, in God's name, or it will +be night ere we can come up with them!" + +Already the head-sails and the main-sail had been raised, while a +hundred willing hands poled her off from the wharf. Now the wind +caught her; heeling over, and quivering with eagerness like an +unleashed hound she flew through the opening and out into the +Channel. She was a famous little schooner, the Marie Rose of +Winchelsea, and under her daring owner Cock Badding, half trader +and half pirate, had brought back into port many a rich cargo +taken in mid-Channel, and paid for in blood rather than money. +Small as she was, her great speed and the fierce character of her +master had made her a name of terror along the French coast, and +many a bulky Eastlander or Fleming as he passed the narrow seas +had scanned the distant Kentish shore, fearing lest that +ill-omened purple sail with a gold Christopher upon it should +shoot out suddenly from the dim gray cliffs. Now she was clear of +the land, with the wind on her larboard quarter, every inch of +canvas set, and her high sharp bows smothered in foam, as she dug +through the waves. + +Cock Badding trod the deck with head erect and jaunty bearing, +glancing up at the swelling sails and then ahead at the little +tilted white triangle, which stood out clear and hard against the +bright blue sky. Behind was the lowland of the Camber marshes, +with the bluffs of Rye and Winchelsea, and the line of cliffs +behind them. On the larboard bow rose the great white walls of +Folkestone and of Dover, and far on the distant sky-line the gray +shimmer of those French cliffs for which the fugitives were +making. + +"By Saint Paul!" cried Nigel, looking with eager eyes over the +tossing waters, "it seems to me, Master Badding, that already we +draw in upon them." + +The master measured the distance with his keen steady gaze, and +then looked up at the sinking sun. "We have still four hours of +daylight," said he; "but if we do not lay her aboard ere darkness +falls she will save herself, for the nights are as black as a +wolf's mouth, and if she alter her course I know not how we may +follow her." + +"Unless, indeed, you might guess to which port she was bound and +reach it before her." + +"Well thought of, little master!" cried Badding. "If the news be +for the French outside Calais, then Ambleteuse would be nearest to +Saint Omer. But my sweeting sails three paces to that lubber's +two, and if the wind holds we shall have time and to spare. How +now, archer? You do not seem so eager as when you made your way +aboard this boat by slinging me into the sea." + +Aylward sat on the upturned keel of a skiff which lay upon the +deck. He groaned sadly and held his green face between his two +hands. "I would gladly sling you into the sea once more, +master-shipman," said he, "if by so doing I could get off this most +accursed vessel of thine. Or if you would wish to have your turn, +then I would thank you if you would lend me a hand over the side, +for indeed I am but a useless weight upon your deck. Little did I +think that Samkin Aylward could be turned into a weakling by an +hour of salt water. Alas the day that ever my foot wandered from +the good red heather of Crooksbury!" + +Cock Badding laughed loud and long. "Nay, take it not to heart, +archer," he cried; "for better men than you or I have groaned upon +this deck. The Prince himself with ten of his chosen knights +crossed with me once, and eleven sadder faces I never saw. Yet +within a month they had shown at Crecy that they were no +weaklings, as you will do also, I dare swear, when the time comes. +Keep that thick head of thine down upon the planks, and all will +be well anon. But we raise her, we raise her with every blast of +the wind!" + +It was indeed evident, even to the inexperienced eyes of Nigel, +that the Marie Rose was closing in swiftly upon the stranger. She +was a heavy, bluff-bowed, broad-sterned vessel which labored +clumsily through the seas. The swift, fierce little Winchelsea +boat swooping and hissing through the waters behind her was like +some keen hawk whizzing down wind at the back of a flapping +heavy-bodied duck. Half an hour before La Pucelle had been a +distant patch of canvas. Now they could see the black hull, and +soon the cut of her sails and the lines of her bulwarks. There +were at least a dozen men upon her deck, and the twinkle of +weapons from amongst them showed that they were preparing to +resist. Cock Badding began to muster his own forces. + +He had a crew of seven rough, hardy mariners, who had been at his +back in many a skirmish. They were armed with short swords, but +Cock Badding carried a weapon peculiar to himself, a twenty-pound +blacksmith's hammer, the memory of which, as "Badding's cracker," +still lingers in the Cinque Ports. Then there were the eager +Nigel, the melancholy Aylward, Black Simon who was a tried +swordsman, and three archers, Baddlesmere, Masters and Dicon of +Rye, all veterans of the French War. The numbers in the two +vessels might be about equal; but Badding as he glanced at the +bold harsh faces which looked to him for orders had little fear +for the result. + +Glancing round, however, he saw something which was more dangerous +to his plans than the resistance of the enemy. The wind, which +had become more fitful and feebler, now fell suddenly away, until +the sails hung limp and straight above them. A belt of calm lay +along the horizon, and the waves around had smoothed down into a +long oily swell on which the two little vessels rose and fell. +The great boom of the Marie Rose rattled and jarred with every +lurch, and the high thin prow pointed skyward one instant and +seaward the next in a way that drew fresh groans from the unhappy +Aylward. In vain Cock Badding pulled on his sheets and tried hard +to husband every little wandering gust which ruffled for an +instant the sleek rollers. The French master was as adroit a +sailor, and his boom swung round also as each breath of wind came +up from astern. + +At last even these fitful puffs died finally away, and a cloudless +sky overhung a glassy sea. The sun was almost upon the horizon +behind Dungeness Point, and the whole western heaven was bright +with the glory of the sunset, which blended sea and sky in one +blaze of ruddy light. Like rollers of molten gold, the long swell +heaved up Channel from the great ocean beyond. In the midst of +the immense beauty and peace of nature the two little dark specks +with the white sail and the purple rose and fell, so small upon +the vast shining bosom of the waters, and yet so charged with all +the unrest and the passion of life. + +The experienced eye of the seaman told him that it was hopeless to +expect a breeze before nightfall. He looked across at the +Frenchman, which lay less than a quarter of a mile ahead, and +shook his gnarled fist at the line of heads which could be seen +looking back over her stern. One of them waved a white kerchief +in derision, and Cock Badding swore a bitter oath at the sight. + +"By Saint Leonard of Winchelsea," he cried, "I will rub my side up +against her yet! Out with the skiff, lads, and two of you to the +oars. Make fast the line to the mast, Will. Do you go in the +boat, Hugh, and I'll make the second. Now if we bend our backs to +it we may have them yet ere night cover them." + +The little skiff was swiftly lowered over the side and the slack +end of the cable fastened to the after thwart. Cock Badding and +his comrades pulled as if they would snap their oars, and the +little vessel began slowly to lurch forward over the rollers. But +the next moment a larger skiff had splashed over the side of the +Frenchman, and no less than four seamen were hard at work under +her bows. If the Marie Rose advanced a yard the Frenchman was +going two. Again Cock Badding raved and shook his fist. He +clambered aboard, his face wet with sweat and dark with anger. + +"Curse them! they have had the best of us!" he cried. "I can do +no more. Sir John has lost his papers, for indeed now that night +is at hand I can see no way in which we can gain them." + +Nigel had leaned against the bulwark during these events, watching +with keen attention the doings of the sailors, and praying +alternately to Saint Paul, Saint George, and Saint Thomas for a +slant of wind which would put them along side their enemy. He was +silent; but his hot heart was simmering within him. His spirit +had risen even above the discomfort of the sea, and his mind was +too absorbed in his mission to have a thought for that which had +laid Aylward flat upon the deck. He had never doubted that Cock +Badding in one way or another would accomplish his end, but when +he heard his speech of despair he bounded off the bulwark and +stood before the seaman with his face flushed and all his soul +afire. + +"By Saint Paul! master-shipman," he cried, "we should never hold +up our heads in honor if we did not go further into the matter! +Let us do some small deed this night upon the water, or let us +never see land again, for indeed we could not wish fairer prospect +of winning honorable advancement." + +"With your leave, little master, you speak like a fool," said the +gruff seaman. "You and all your kind are as children when once +the blue water is beneath you. Can you not see that there is no +wind, and that the Frenchman can warp her as swiftly as we? What +then would you do?" + +Nigel pointed to the boat which towed astern. "Let us venture +forth in her," said he, "and let us take this ship or die +worshipful in the attempt." + +His bold and fiery words found their echo in the brave rough +hearts around him. There was a deep-chested shout from both +archers and seamen. Even Aylward sat up, with a wan smile upon +his green face. + +But Cock Badding shook his head. "I have never met the man who +could lead where I would not follow," said he; "but by Saint +Leonard! this is a mad business, and I should be a fool if I were +to risk my men and my ship. Bethink you, little master, that the +skiff can hold only five, though you load her to the water's edge. +If there is a man yonder, there are fourteen, and you have to +climb their side from the boat. What chance would you have? Your +boat stove and you in the water--there is the end of it. No man +of mine goes on such a fool's errand, and so I swear!" + +"Then, Master Badding, I must crave the loan of your skiff, for by +Saint Paul! the good Lord Chandos' papers are not to be so +lightly lost. If no one else will come, then I will go alone." + +The shipman smiled at the words; but the smile died away from his +lips when Nigel, with features set like ivory and eyes as hard as +steel, pulled on the rope so as to bring the skiff under the +counter. It was very clear that he would do even as he said. At +the same time Aylward raised his bulky form from the deck, leaned +for a moment against the bulwarks, and then tottered aft to his +master's side. + +"Here is one that will go with you," said he, "or he would never +dare show his face to the girls of Tilford again. Come, archers, +let us leave these salt herrings in their pickle tub and try our +luck out on the water." + +The three archers at once ranged themselves on the same side as +their comrade. They were bronzed, bearded men, short in stature, +as were most Englishmen of that day, but hardy, strong and skilled +with their weapons. Each drew his string from its waterproof case +and bent the huge arc of his war-bow as he fitted it into the +nocks. + +"Now, master, we are at your back," said they as they pulled and +tightened their sword-belts. + +But already Cock Badding had been carried away by the hot lust of +battle and had thrown aside every fear and doubt which had clouded +him. To see a fight and not to be in it was more than he could +bear. + +"Nay, have it your own way!" he cried, "and may Saint Leonard help +us, for a madder venture I have never seen! And yet it may be +worth the trial. But if it be done let me have the handling of +it, little master, for you know no more of a boat than I do of a +war-horse. The skiff can bear five and not a man more. Now, who +will come?" + +They had all caught fire, and there was not one who would be left +out. + +Badding picked up his hammer. "I will come myself," said he, "and +you also, little master, since it is your hot head that has +planned it. Then there is Black Simon, the best sword of the +Cinque Ports. Two archers can pull on the oars, and it may be +that they can pick off two or three of these Frenchmen before we +close with them. Hugh Baddlesmere, and you, Dicon of Rye--into +the boat with you!" + +"What?" cried Aylward. "Am I to be left behind? I, who am the +Squire's own man? Ill fare the bowman who comes betwixt me and +yonder boat!" + +"Nay, Aylward," said his master, "I order that you stay, for +indeed you are a sick man." + +"But now that the waves have sunk I am myself again. Nay, fair +sir, I pray that you will not leave me behind." + +"You must needs take the space of a better man; for what do you +know of the handling of a boat?" said Badding shortly. "No more +fool's talk, I pray you, for the night will soon fall. Stand +aside!" + +Aylward looked hard at the French boat. "I could swim ten times +up and down Frensham pond," said he, "and it will be strange if I +cannot go as far as that. By these finger-bones, Samkin Aylward +may be there as soon as you!" + +The little boat with its five occupants pushed off from the side +of the schooner, and dipping and rising, made its slow way toward +the Frenchman. Badding and one archer had single oars, the second +archer was in the prow, while Black Simon and Nigel huddled into +the stern with the water lapping and hissing at their very elbows. +A shout of defiance rose from the Frenchmen, and they stood in a +line along the side of their vessel shaking their fists and waving +their weapons. Already the sun was level with Dungeness, and the +gray of evening was blurring sky and water into one dim haze. A +great silence hung over the broad expanse of nature, and no sound +broke it save the dip and splash of the oars and the slow deep +surge of the boat upon the swell. Behind them their comrades of +the Marie Rose stood motionless and silent, watching their +progress with eager eyes. + +They were near enough now to have a good look at the Frenchmen. +One was a big swarthy man with a long black beard. He had a red +cap and an ax over his shoulder. There were ten other +hardy-looking fellows, all of them well armed, and there were +three who seemed to be boys. + +"Shall we try a shaft upon them?" asked Hugh Baddlesmere. "They +are well within our bowshot." + +"Only one of you can shoot at a time, for you have no footing," +said Badding. "With one foot in the prow and one over the thwart +you will get your stance. Do what you may, and then we will close +in upon them." + +The archer balanced himself in the rolling boat with the deftness +of a man who has been trained upon the sea, for he was born and +bred in the Cinque Ports. Carefully he nocked his arrow, strongly +he drew it, steadily he loosed it, but the boat swooped at the +instant, and it buried itself in the waves. The second passed +over the little ship, and the third struck in her black side. +Then in quick succession so quick that two shafts were often in +the air at the same instant--he discharged a dozen arrows, most +of which just cleared the bulwarks and dropped upon the deck. +There was a cry on the Frenchman, and the heads vanished from the +side. + +"Enough!" cried Badding. "One is down, and it may be two. Close +in, close in, in God's name, before they rally!" + +He and the other bent to their oars; but at the same instant there +was a sharp zip in the air and a hard clear sound like a stone +striking a wall. Baddlesmere clapped his hand to his head, +groaned and fell forward out of the boat, leaving a swirl of blood +upon the surface. A moment later the same fierce hiss ended in a +loud wooden crash, and a short, thick crossbow-bolt was buried +deep in the side of their boat. + +"Close in, close in!" roared Badding, tugging at his oar. "Saint +George for England! Saint Leonard for Winchelsea! Close in!" + +But again that fatal crossbow twanged. Dicon of Rye fell back +with a shaft through his shoulder. "God help me, I can no more!" +said he. + +Badding seized the oar from his hand; but it was only to sweep the +boat's head round and pull her back to the Marie Rose. The attack +had failed. + +"What now, master-shipman?" cried Nigel. "What has befallen to +stop us? Surely the matter does not end here?" + +"Two down out of five," said Badding, "and twelve at the least +against us. The odds are too long, little master. Let us at +least go back, fill up once more, and raise a mantelet against the +bolts, for they have an arbalist which shoots both straight and +hard. But what we do we must do quickly, for the darkness falls +apace." + +Their repulse had been hailed by wild yells of delight from the +Frenchmen, who danced with joy and waved their weapons madly over +their heads. But before their rejoicings had finished they saw +the little boat creeping out once more from the shadow of the +Marie Rose, a great wooden screen in her bows to protect her from +the arrows. Without a pause she came straight and fast for her +enemy. The wounded archer had been put on board, and Aylward +would have had his place had Nigel been able to see him upon the +deck. The third archer, Hal Masters, had sprung in, and one of +the seamen, Wat Finnis of Hythe. With their hearts hardened to +conquer or to die, the five ran alongside the Frenchman and sprang +upon her deck. At the same instant a great iron weight crashed +through the bottom of their skiff, and their feet had hardly left +her before she was gone. There was no hope and no escape save +victory. + +The crossbowman stood under the mast, his terrible weapon at his +shoulder, the steel string stretched taut, the heavy bolt shining +upon the nut. One life at least he would claim out of this little +band. Just for one instant too long did he dwell upon his aim, +shifting from the seaman to Cock Badding, whose formidable +appearance showed him to be the better prize. In that second of +time Hal Masters' string twanged and his long arrow sped through +the arbalister's throat. He dropped on the deck, with blood and +curses pouring from his mouth. + +A moment later Nigel's sword and Badding's hammer had each claimed +a victim and driven back the rush of assailants. The five were +safe upon the deck, but it was hard for them to keep a footing +there. The French seamen, Bretons and Normans, were stout, +powerful fellows, armed with axes and swords, fierce fighters and +brave men. They swarmed round the little band, attacking them +from all sides. Black Simon felled the black-bearded French +Captain, and at the same instant was cut over the head and lay +with his scalp open upon the deck. The seaman Wat of Hythe was +killed by a crashing blow from an ax. Nigel was struck down, but +was up again like a flash, and drove his sword through the man who +had felled him. + +But Badding, Masters the archer and he had been hustled back to +the bulwark and were barely holding their own from minute to +minute against the fierce crowd who assailed them, when an arrow +coming apparently from the sea struck the foremost Frenchman to +the heart. A moment later a boat dashed up alongside and four +more men from the Marie Rose scrambled on to the blood-stained +deck. With one fierce rush the remaining Frenchmen were struck +down or were seized by their assailants. Nine prostrate men upon +the deck showed how fierce had been the attack, how desperate the +resistance. + +Badding leaned panting upon his blood-clotted hammer. "By Saint +Leonard!" he cried, "I thought that this little master had been +the death of us all. God wot you were but just in time, and how +you came I know not. This archer has had a hand in it, by the +look of him." + +Aylward, still pale from his seasickness and dripping from head to +foot with water, had been the first man in the rescue party. + +Nigel looked at him in amazement. "I sought you aboard the ship, +Aylward, but I could not lay eyes on you," said he. + +"It was because I was in the water, fair sir, and by my hilt! it +suits my stomach better than being on it," he answered. "When you +first set forth I swam behind you, for I saw that the Frenchman's +boat hung by a rope, and I thought that while you kept him in play +I might gain it. I had reached it when you were driven back, so I +hid behind it in the water and said my prayers as I have not said +them for many a day. Then you came again, and no one had an eye +for me, so I clambered into it, cut the rope, took the oars which +I found there and brought her back for more men." + +"By Saint Paul! you have acted very wisely and well," said Nigel, +"and I think that of all of us it is you who have won most honor +this day. But of all these men dead and alive I see none who +resembles that Red Ferret whom my Lord Chandos has described and +who has worked such despite upon us in the past: It would indeed +be an evil chance if he has in spite of all our pains made his way +to France in some other boat." + +"That we shall soon find out," said Badding. "Come with me and we +will search the ship from truck to keel ere he escapes us." + +There was a scuttle at the base of the mast which led down into +the body of the vessel, and the Englishmen were approaching this +when a strange sight brought them to a stand. A round brazen head +had appeared in the square dark opening. An instant afterward a +pair of shining shoulders followed. Then slowly the whole figure +of a man in complete plate-armor emerged on the deck. In his +gauntleted hand he carried a heavy steel mace. With this uplifted +he moved toward his enemies, silent save for the ponderous clank +of his footfall. It was an inhuman, machine-like figure, menacing +and terrible, devoid of all expression, slow-moving, inexorable +and awesome. + +A sudden wave of terror passed over the English seamen. One of +them tried to pass and get behind the brazen man, but he was +pinned against the side by a quick movement and his brains dashed +out by a smashing blow from the heavy mace. Wild panic seized the +others, and they rushed back to the boat. Aylward strung an +arrow, but his bowstring was damp and the shaft rang loudly upon +the shining breast-plate and glanced off into the sea. Masters +struck the brazen head with a sword, but the blade snapped without +injuring the helmet, and an instant later the bowman was stretched +senseless on the deck. The seamen shrank from this terrible +silent creature and huddled in the stern, all the fight gone out +of them. + +Again he raised his mace and was advancing on the helpless crowd +where the brave were encumbered and hampered by the weaklings, +when Nigel shook himself clear and bounded forward into the open, +his sword in his hand and a smile of welcome upon his lips. + +The sun had set, and one long mauve gash across the western +Channel was closing swiftly into the dull grays of early night. +Above, a few stars began to faintly twinkle; yet the twilight was +still bright enough for an observer to see every detail of the +scene: the Marie Rose, dipping and rising on the long rollers +astern; the broad French boat with its white deck blotched with +blood and littered with bodies; the group of men in the stern, +some trying to advance and some seeking to escape--all a +confused, disorderly, struggling rabble. + +Then betwixt them and the mast the two figures: the armed shining +man of metal, with hand upraised, watchful, silent, motionless, +and Nigel, bareheaded and crouching, with quick foot, eager eyes +and fearless happy face, moving this way and that, in and out, his +sword flashing like a gleam of light as he sought at all points +for some opening in the brazen shell before him. + +It was clear to the man in armor that if he could but pen his +antagonist in a corner he would beat him down without fail. But +it was not to be done. The unhampered man had the advantage of +speed. With a few quick steps he could always glide to either +side and escape the clumsy rush. Aylward and Badding had sprung +out to Nigel's assistance; but he shouted to them to stand back, +with such authority and anger in his voice that their weapons +dropped to their sides. With staring eyes and set features they +stood watching that unequal fight. + +Once it seemed that all was over with the Squire, for in springing +back from his enemy he tripped over one of the bodies which +strewed the deck and fell flat upon his back, but with a swift +wriggle he escaped the heavy blow which thundered down upon him, +and springing to his feet he bit deeply into the Frenchman's +helmet with a sweeping cut in return. Again the mace fell, and +this time Nigel had not quite cleared himself. His sword was +beaten down and the blow fell partly upon his left shoulder. He +staggered, and once more the iron club whirled upward to dash him +to the ground. + +Quick as a flash it passed through his mind that he could not leap +beyond its reach. But he might get within it. In an instant he +had dropped his sword, and springing in he had seized the brazen +man round the waist. The mace was shortened and the handle jobbed +down once upon the bare flaxen head. Then, with a sonorous +clang, and a yell of delight from the spectators, Nigel with one +mighty wrench tore his enemy from the deck and hurled him down +upon his back. His own head was whirling and he felt that his +senses were slipping away, but already his hunting-knife was out +and pointing through the slit in the brazen helmet. + +"Give yourself up, fair sir!" said he. + +"Never to fishermen and to archers! I am a gentleman of coat- +armor. Kill me!" + +"I also am a gentleman of coat-armor. I promise you quarter." + +"Then, sir, I surrender myself to you." + +The dagger tinkled down upon the deck. Seamen and archers ran +forward, to find Nigel half senseless upon his face. They drew +him off, and a few deft blows struck off the helmet of his enemy. +A head, sharp-featured, freckled and foxy-red, disclosed itself +beneath it. Nigel raised himself on his elbow for an instant. + +"You are the Red Ferret?" said he. + +"So my enemies call me," said the Frenchman, with a smile. "I +rejoice, sir, that I have fallen to so valiant and honorable a +gentleman." + +"I thank you, fair sir," said Nigel feebly. "I also rejoice +that I have encountered so debonair a person, and I shall ever +bear in mind the pleasure which I have had from our meeting." + +So saying, he laid his bleeding head upon his enemy's brazen front +and sank into a dead faint. + + + + +XV. HOW THE RED FERRET CAME TO COSFORD + + +The old chronicler in his "Gestes du Sieur Nigel" has bewailed his +broken narrative, which rose from the fact that out of thirty-one +years of warfare no less than seven were spent by his hero at one +time or another in the recovery from his wounds or from those +illnesses which arose from privation and fatigue. Here at the +very threshold of his career, on the eve of a great enterprise, +this very fate befell him. + +Stretched upon a couch in a low-roofed and ill-furnished chamber, +which looks down from under the machicolated corner turret upon +the inner court of the Castle of Calais, he lay half-unconscious +and impotent, while great deeds were doing under his window. +Wounded in three places, and with his head splintered by the sharp +pommel of the Ferret's mace, he hovered betwixt life and death, +his shattered body drawing him downward, his youthful spirit +plucking him up. + +As in some strange dream he was aware of that deed of arms within +the courtyard below. Dimly it came back to his memory afterwards +the sudden startled shout, the crash of metal, the slamming of +great gates, the roar of many voices, the clang, clang, clang, as +of fifty lusty smiths upon their anvils, and then at last the +dwindling of the hubbub, the low groans and sudden shrill cries to +the saints, the measured murmur of many voices, the heavy clanking +of armored feet. + +Sometime in that fell struggle he must have drawn his weakened +body as far as the narrow window, and hanging to the iron bars +have looked down on the wild scene beneath him. In the red glare +of torches held from windows and from roof he saw the rush and +swirl of men below, the ruddy light shining back from glowing +brass and gleaming steel. As a wild vision it came to him +afterward, the beauty and the splendor, the flying lambrequins, +the jeweled crests, the blazonry and richness of surcoat and of +shield, where sable and gules, argent and vair, in every pattern +of saltire, bend or chevron, glowed beneath him like a drift of +many-colored blossoms, tossing, sinking, stooping into shadow, +springing into light. There glared the blood-red gules of +Chandos, and he saw the tall figure of his master, a thunderbolt +of war, raging in the van. There too were the three black +chevrons on the golden shield which marked the noble Manny. That +strong swordsman must surely be the royal Edward himself, since +only he and the black-armored swift-footed youth at his side were +marked by no symbol of heraldry. "Manny! Manny! George for +England!" rose the deep-throated bay, and ever the gallant +counter-cry: "A Chargny! A Chargny! Saint Denis for France!" +thundered amid the clash and thudding of the battle. + +Such was the vague whirling memory still lingering in Nigel's mind +when at last the mists cleared away from it and he found himself +weak but clear on the low couch in the corner turret. Beside him, +crushing lavender betwixt his rough fingers and strewing it over +floor and sheets, was Aylward the archer. His longbow leaned at +the foot of the bed, and his steel cap was balanced on the top of +it, while he himself, sitting in his shirt sleeves, fanned off the +flies and scattered the fragrant herbs over his helpless master. + +"By my hilt!" he cried with a sudden shout, every tooth in his +head gleaming with joy, "I thank the Virgin and all the saints for +this blessed sight! I had not dared to go back to Tilford had I +lost you. Three weeks have you lain there and babbled like a +babe, but now I see in your eyes that you are your own man again." + +"I have indeed had some small hurt," said Nigel feebly; "but it is +shame and sorrow that I should lie here if there is work for my +hands. Whither go you, archer?" + +"To tell the good Sir John that you are mending." + +"Nay, bide with me a little longer, Aylward. I can call to mind +all that has passed. There was a bickering of small boats, was +there not, and I chanced upon a most worthy person and exchanged +handstrokes with him? He was my prisoner, was he not?" + +"He was, fair sir." + +"And where is he now?" + +"Below in the castle." + +A smile stole over Nigel's pale face. "I know what I will do with +him," said he. + +"I pray you to rest, fair sir," said Aylward anxiously. "The +King's own leech saw you this morning, and he said that if the +bandage was torn from your head you would surely die." + +"Nay, good archer, I will not move. But tell me what befell upon +the boat?" + +"There is little to tell, fair sir. Had this Ferret not been his +own squire and taken so long a time to don his harness it is +likely that they would have had the better of us. He did not +reach the battle till his comrades were on their backs. Him we +took to the Marie Rose, because he was your man. The others were +of no worth, so we threw them into the sea." + +"The quick and the dead?" + +"Every man of them." + +"It was an evil deed." + +Aylward shrugged his shoulders. "I tried to save one boy," said +he; "but Cock Badding would not have it, and he had Black Simon +and the others at his back. `It is the custom of the Narrow +Seas,' said they: `To-day for them; to-morrow for us.'--Then they +tore him from his hold and cast him screaming over the side. By +my hilt! I have no love for the sea and its customs, so I care +not if I never set foot on it again when it has once borne me back +to England." + +"Nay, there are great happenings upon the sea, and many worthy +people to be found upon ships," said Nigel. "In all parts, if one +goes far enough upon the water, one would find those whom it would +be joy to meet. If one crosses over the Narrow Sea, as we have +done, we come on the French who are so needful to us; for how else +would we win worship? Or if you go south, then in time one may +hope to come to the land of the unbelievers, where there is fine +skirmishing and much honor for him who will venture his person. +Bethink you, archer, how fair a life it must be when one can ride +forth in search of advancement with some hope of finding many +debonair cavaliers upon the same quest, and then if one be +overborne one has died for the faith, and the gates of Heaven are +open before you. So also the sea to the north is a help to him +who seeks honor, for it leads to the country of the Eastlanders +and to those parts where the heathen still dwell who turn their +faces from the blessed Gospel. There also a man might find some +small deeds to do, and by Saint Paul! Aylward, if the French hold +the truce and the good Sir John permits us, I would fain go down +into those parts. The sea is a good friend to the cavalier, for +it takes him where he may fulfil his vows." + +Aylward shook his head, for his memories were too recent; but he +said nothing, because at this instant the door opened and Chandos +entered. With joy in his face he stepped forward to the couch and +took Nigel's hand in his. Then he whispered a word in Aylward's +ear, who hurried from the room. + +"Pardieu! this is a good sight," said the knight. "I trust that +you will soon be on your feet again." + +"I crave your pardon, my honored lord, that I have been absent +from your side," said Nigel. + +"In truth my heart was sore for you, Nigel; for you have missed +such a night as comes seldom in any man's life. All went even as +we had planned. The postern gate was opened, and a party made +their way in; but we awaited them, and all were taken or slain. +But the greater part of the French had remained without upon the +plain of Nieullet, so we took horse and went out against them. +When we drew near them they were surprised, but they made good +cheer among themselves, calling out to each other: `If we fly we +lose all. It is better to fight on, in the hopes that the day may +be ours.' This was heard by our people in the van, who cried out +to them: `By Saint George! you speak truth. Evil befall him who +thinks of flying!' So they held their ground like worthy people +for the space of an hour, and there were many there whom it is +always good to meet: Sir Geoffrey himself, and Sir Pepin de Werre, +with Sir John de Landas, old Ballieul of the Yellow Tooth, and his +brother Hector the Leopard. But above all Sir Eustace de +Ribeaumont was at great pains to meet us worthily, and he was at +handstrokes with the King for a long time. Then, when we had +slain or taken them, all the prisoners were brought to a feast +which was ready for them, and the knights of England waited upon +them at the table and made good cheer with them. And all this, +Nigel, we owe to you." + +The Squire flushed with pleasure at the words. "Nay, most honored +lord, it was but a small thing which I have been able to do. But +I thank God and our Lady that I have done some service, since it +has pleased you to take me with you to the wars. Should it chance--" + +But the words were cut short upon Nigel's lips, and he lay back +with amazed eyes staring from his pallid face. The door of his +little chamber had opened, and who was this, the tall stately man +with the noble presence, the high forehead, the long handsome +face, the dark, brooding eyes--who but the noble Edward of +England? + +"Ha, my little cock of Tilford Bridge, I still bear you in mind," +said he. "Right glad I was to hear that you had found your wits +again, and I trust that I have not helped to make you take leave +of them once more." + +Nigel's stare of astonishment had brought a smile to the King's +lips. Now the Squire stammered forth some halting words of +gratitude at the honor done to him. + +"Nay, not a word," said the King. "But in sooth it is a joy to +my heart to see the son of my old comrade Eustace Loring carry +himself so bravely. Had this boat got before us with news of our +coming, then all our labor had been in vain, and no Frenchman +ventured to Calais that night. But above all I thank you for that +you have delivered into my hands one whom I had vowed to punish in +that he has caused us more scathe by fouler means than any living +man. Twice have I sworn that Peter the Red Ferret shall hang, for +all his noble blood and coat-armor, if ever he should fall into my +hands. Now at last his time has come; but I would not put him to +death until you, who had taken him, could be there to see it done. +Nay, thank me not, for I could do no less, seeing that it is to +you that I owe him." + +But it was not thanks which Nigel was trying to utter. It was +hard to frame his words, and yet they must be said. "Sire," he +murmured, "it ill becomes me to cross your royal will--" + +The dark Plantagenet wrath gathered upon the King's high brow and +gloomed in his fierce deep-set eyes. "By God's dignity! no man +has ever crossed it yet and lived unscathed. How now, young sir, +what mean such words, to which we are little wont? Have a care, +for this is no light thing which you venture." + +"Sire," said Nigel, "in all matters in which I am a free man I am +ever your faithful liege, but some things there are which may not +be done." + +"How?" cried the King. "In spite of my will?" + +"In spite of your will, sire," said Nigel, sitting up on his +couch, with white face and blazing eyes. + +"By the Virgin!" the angry King thundered, "we are come to a +pretty pass! You have been held too long at home, young man. The +overstabled horse will kick. The unweathered hawk will fly at +check. See to it, Master Chandos! He is thine to break, and I +hold you to it that you break him. And what is it that Edward of +England may not do, Master Loring?" + +Nigel faced the King with a face as grim as his own. "You may not +put to death the Red Ferret." + +"Pardieu! And why?" + +"Because he is not thine to slay, sire. Because he is mine. +Because I promised him his life, and it is not for you, King +though you be, to constrain a man of gentle blood to break his +plighted word and lose his honor." + +Chandos laid his soothing hand upon his Squire's shoulder. +"Excuse him, sire; he is weak from his wounds," said he. "Perhaps +we have stayed overlong, for the leech has ordered repose." + +But the angry King was not easily to be appeased. "I am not wont +to be so browbeat," said he hotly. "This is your Squire, Master +John. How comes it that you can stand there and listen to his +pert talk, and say no word to chide him? Is this how you guide +your household? Have you not taught him that every promise given +is subject to the King's consent, and that with him only lie the +springs of life and death? If he is sick, you at least are hale. +Why stand you there in silence?" + +"My liege," said Chandos gravely, "I have served you for over a +score of years, and have shed my blood through as many wounds in +your cause, so that you should not take my words amiss. But +indeed I should feel myself to be no true man if I did not tell +you that my Squire Nigel, though perchance he has spoken more +bluntly than becomes him, is none the less right in this matter, +and that you are wrong. For bethink you, sire--" + +"Enough!" cried the King, more furious than ever. "Like master, +like man, and I might have known why it is that this saucy Squire +dares to bandy words with his sovereign lord. He does but give +out what he hath taken in. John, John, you grow overbold. But +this I tell you, and you also, young man, that as God is my help, +ere the sun has set this night the Red Ferret will hang as a +warning to all spies and traitors from the highest tower of +Calais, that every ship upon the Narrow Seas, and every man for +ten miles round may see him as he swings and know how heavy is the +hand of the English King. Do you bear it in mind, lest you also +may feel its weight!" With a glare like an angry lion he walked +from the room, and the iron-clamped door clanged loudly behind +him. + +Chandos and Nigel looked ruefully at each other. Then the knight +patted his Squire upon his bandaged head. + +"You have carried yourself right well, Nigel. I could not wish +for better. Fear not. All will be well." + +"My fair and honored lord," cried Nigel, "I am heavy at heart, for +indeed I could do no other, and yet I have brought trouble upon +you." + +"Nay, the clouds will soon pass. If he does indeed slay this +Frenchman, you have done all that lay within your power, and your +mind may rest easy." + +"I pray that it will rest easy in Paradise," said Nigel; "for at +the hour that I hear that I am dishonored and my prisoner slain I +tear this bandage from my head and so end all things. I will not +live when once my word is broken." + +"Nay, fair son, you take this thing too heavily," said Chandos, +with a grave face. "When a man has done all he may there remains +no dishonor; but the King hath a kind heart for all his hot head, +and it may be that if I see him I will prevail upon him. Bethink +you how he swore to hang the six burghers of this very town, and +yet he pardoned them. So keep a high heart, fair son, and I will +come with good news ere evening." + +For three hours, as the sinking sun traced the shadow higher and +ever higher upon the chamber wall, Nigel tossed feverishly upon +his couch, his ears straining for the footfall of Aylward or of +Chandos, bringing news of the fate of the prisoner. At last the +door flew open, and there before him stood the one man whom he +least expected, and yet would most gladly have seen. It was the +Red Ferret himself, free and joyous. + +With swift furtive steps he was across the room and on his knees +beside the couch, kissing the pendent hand. "You have saved me, +most noble sir!" he cried. "The gallows was fixed and the rope +slung, when the good Lord Chandos told the King that you would die +by your own hand if I were slain. `Curse this mule-headed +Squire!' he cried. `In God's name let him have his prisoner, and +let him do what he will with him so long as he troubles me no +more!' So here I have come, fair sir, to ask you what I shall +do." + +"I pray you to sit beside me and be at your ease," said Nigel. +"In a few words I will tell you what I would have you do. Your +armor I will keep, that I may have some remembrance of my good +fortune in meeting so valiant a gentleman. We are of a size, and +I make little doubt that I can wear it. Of ransom I would ask a +thousand crowns." + +"Nay, nay!" cried the Ferret. "It would be a sad thing if a man +of my position was worth less than five thousand." + +"A thousand will suffice, fair sir, to pay my charges for the war. +You will not again play the spy, nor do us harm until the truce is +broken." + +"That I will swear." + +"And lastly there is a journey that you shall make." + +The Frenchman's face lengthened. "Where you order I must go," +said he; "but I pray you that it is not to the Holy Land." + +"Nay," said Nigel; "but it is to a land which is holy to me. You +will make your way back to Southampton." + +"I know it well. I helped to burn it down some years ago." + +"I rede you to say nothing of that matter when you get there. You +will then journey as though to London until you come to a fair +town named Guildford." + +"I have heard of it. The King hath a hunt there." + +"The same. You will then ask for a house named Cosford, two +leagues from the town on the side of a long hill." + +"I will bear it in mind." + +"At Cosford you will see a good knight named Sir John Buttesthorn, +and you will ask to have speech with his daughter, the Lady Mary." + +"I will do so; and what shall I say to the Lady Mary, who lives at +Cosford on the slope of a long hill two leagues from the fair town +of Guildford?" + +"Say only that I sent my greeting, and that Saint Catharine has +been my friend--only that and nothing more. And now leave me, I +pray you, for my head is weary and I would fain have sleep." + +Thus it came about that a month later on the eve of the Feast of +Saint Matthew, the Lady Mary, as she walked front Cosford gates, +met with a strange horseman, richly clad, a serving-man behind +him, looking shrewdly about him with quick blue eyes, which +twinkled from a red and freckled face. At sight of her he doffed +his hat and reined his horse. + +"This house should be Cosford," said he. "Are you by chance the +Lady Mary who dwells there?" + +The lady bowed her proud dark head. + +"Then," said he, "Squire Nigel Loring sends you greeting and tells +you that Saint Catharine has been his friend." Then turning to +his servant he cried: "Heh, Raoul, our task is done! Your master +is a free man once more. Come, lad, come, the nearest port to +France! Hola! Hola! Hola!" And so without a word more the two, +master and man, set spurs to their horses and galloped like madmen +down the long slope of Hindhead, until as she looked after them +they were but two dark dots in the distance, waist-high in the +ling and the bracken. + +She turned back to the house, a smile upon her face. Nigel had +sent her greeting. A Frenchman had brought it. His bringing it +had made him a freeman. And Saint Catherine had been Nigel's +friend. It was at her shrine that he had sworn that three deeds +should be done ere he should set eyes upon her again. In the +privacy of her room the Lady Mary sank upon her prie-dieu and +poured forth the thanks of her heart to the Virgin that one deed +was accomplished; but even as she did so her joy was overcast by +the thought of those two others which lay before him. + + + + +XVI. HOW THE KING'S COURT FEASTED IN CALAIS CASTLE + + +It was a bright sunshiny morning when Nigel found himself at last +able to leave his turret chamber and to walk upon the rampart of +the castle. There was a brisk northern wind, heavy and wet with +the salt of the sea, and he felt, as he turned his face to it, +fresh life and strength surging in his blood and bracing his +limbs. He took his hand from Aylward's supporting arm and stood +with his cap off, leaning on the rampart and breathing in the cool +strong air. Far off upon the distant sky-line, half hidden by the +heave of the waves, was the low white fringe of cliffs which +skirted England. Between him and them lay the broad blue Channel, +seamed and flecked with flashing foam, for a sharp sea was running +and the few ships in sight were laboring heavily. Nigel's eyes +traversed the wide-spread view, rejoicing in the change from the +gray wall of his cramped chamber. Finally they settled upon a +strange object at his very feet. + +It was a long trumpet-shaped engine of leather and iron bolted +into a rude wooden stand and fitted with wheels. Beside it lay a +heap of metal slugs and lumps of stone. The end of the machine +was raised and pointed over the battlement. Behind it stood an +iron box which Nigel opened. It was filled with a black coarse +powder, like gritty charcoal. + +"By Saint Paul!" said he, passing his hands over the engine, "I +have heard men talk of these things, but never before have I seen +one. It is none other than one of those wondrous new-made +bombards." + +"In sooth, it is even as you say," Aylward answered, looking at it +with contempt and dislike in his face. "I have seen them here +upon the ramparts, and have also exchanged a buffet or two with +him who had charge of them. He was jack-fool enough to think that +with this leather pipe he could outshoot the best archer in +Christendom. I lent him a cuff on the ear that laid him across +his foolish engine." + +"It is a fearsome thing," said Nigel, who had stooped to examine +it. "We live in strange times when such things can be made. It +is loosed by fire, is it not, which springs from the black dust?" + +"By my hilt! fair sir, I know not. And yet I call to mind that +ere we fell out this foolish bombardman did say something of the +matter. The fire-dust is within and so also is the ball. Then +you take more dust from this iron box and place it in the hole at +the farther end--so. It is now ready. I have never seen one +fired, but I wot that this one could be fired now." + +"It makes a strange sound, archer, does it not?" said Nigel +wistfully. + +"So I have heard, fair sir--even as the bow twangs, so it also +has a sound when you loose it." + +"There is no one to hear, since we are alone upon the rampart, nor +can it do scathe, since it points to sea. I pray you to loose it +and I will listen to the sound." He bent over the bombard with an +attentive ear, while Aylward, stooping his earnest brown face over +the touch-hole, scraped away diligently with a flint and steel. A +moment later both he and Nigel were seated some distance off upon +the ground while amid the roar of the discharge and the thick +cloud of smoke they had a vision of the long black snakelike +engine shooting back upon the recoil. For a minute or more they +were struck motionless with astonishment while the reverberations +died away and the smoke wreaths curled slowly up to the blue +heavens. + +"Good lack!" cried Nigel at last, picking himself up and looking +round him. "Good lack, and Heaven be my aid! I thank the Virgin +that all stands as it did before. I thought that the castle had +fallen." + +"Such a bull's bellow I have never heard," cried Aylward, rubbing +his injured limbs. "One could hear it from Frensham Pond to +Guildford Castle. I would not touch one again--not for a hide of +the best land in Puttenham!" + +"It may fare ill with your own hide, archer, if you do," said an +angry voice behind them. Chandos had stepped from the open door +of the corner turret and stood looking at them with a harsh gaze. +Presently, as the matter was made clear to him his face relaxed +into a smile. + +"Hasten to the warden, archer, and tell him how it befell. You +will have the castle and the town in arms. I know not what the +King may think of so sudden an alarm. And you, Nigel, how in the +name of the saints came you to play the child like this?" + +"I knew not its power, fair lord." + +"By my soul, Nigel, I think that none of us know its power. I can +see the day when all that we delight in, the splendor and glory of +war, may all go down before that which beats through the plate of +steel as easily as the leathern jacket. I have bestrode my +warhorse in my armor and have looked down at the sooty, smoky +bombardman beside me, and I have thought that perhaps I was the +last of the old and he the first of the new; that there would come +a time when he and his engines would sweep you and me and the rest +of us from the field." + +"But not yet, I trust, honored sir?" + +"No, not yet, Nigel. You are still in time to win your spurs even +as your fathers did. How is your strength?" + +"I am ready for any task, my good and honored lord." + +"It is well, for work awaits us--good work, pressing work, work +of peril and of honor. Your eyes shine and your face flushes, +Nigel. I live my own youth over again as I look at you. Know +then that though there is truce with the French here, there is not +truce in Brittany where the houses of Blois and of Montfort still +struggle for the dukedom. Half Brittany fights for one, and half +for the other. The French have taken up the cause of Blois, and +we of Montfort, and it is such a war that many a great leader, +such as Sir Walter Manny, has first earned his name there. Of +late the war has gone against us, and the bloody hands of the +Rohans, of Gaptooth Beaumanoir, of Oliver the Flesher and others +have been heavy upon our people. The last tidings have been of +disaster, and the King's soul is dark with wrath for that his +friend and comrade Gilles de St. Pol has been done to death in the +Castle of La Brohiniere. He will send succors to the country, and +we go at their head. How like you that, Nigel?" + +"My honored lord, what could I ask for better?" + +"Then have your harness ready, for we start within the week. Our +path by land is blocked by the French, and we go by sea. This +night the King gives a banquet ere he returns to England, and your +place is behind my chair. Be in my chamber that you may help me +to dress, and so we will to the hall together." + +With satin and with samite, with velvet and with fur, the noble +Chandos was dressed for the King's feast, and Nigel too had donned +his best silk jupon, faced with the five scarlet roses, that he +might wait upon him. In the great hall of Calais Castle the +tables were set, a high table for the lords, a second one for the +less distinguished knights, and a third at which the squires might +feast when their masters were seated. + +Never had Nigel in his simple life at Tilford pictured a scene of +such pomp and wondrous luxury. The grim gray walls were covered +from ceiling to floor with priceless tapestry of Arras, where +hart, hounds and huntsmen circled the great hall with one long +living image of the chase. Over the principal table drooped a +line of banners, and beneath them rows of emblazoned shields upon +the wall carried the arms of the high noblemen who sat beneath. +The red light of cressets and of torches burned upon the badges of +the great captains of England. The lions and lilies shone over +the high dorseret chair in the center, and the same august device +marked with the cadency label indicated the seat of the Prince, +while glowing to right and to left were the long lines of noble +insignia, honored in peace and terrible in war. There shone the +gold and sable of Manny, the engrailed cross of Suffolk, the red +chevron of Stafford, the scarlet and gold of Audley, the blue lion +rampant of the Percies, the silver swallows of Arundel, the red +roebuck of the Montacutes, the star of the de Veres, the silver +scallops of Russell, the purple lion of de Lacy, and the black +crosses of Clinton. + +A friendly Squire at Nigel's elbow whispered the names of the +famous warriors beneath. "You are young Loring of Tilford, the +Squire of Chandos, are you not?" said he. "My name is Delves, and +I come from Doddington in Cheshire. I am the Squire of Sir James +Audley, yonder round-backed man with the dark face and close- +cropped beard, who hath the Saracen head as a crest above him." + +"I have heard of him as a man of great valor," said Nigel, gazing +at him with interest. + +"Indeed, you may well say so, Master Loring. He is the bravest +knight in England, and in Christendom also, as I believe. No man +hath done such deeds of valor." + +Nigel looked at his new acquaintance with hope in his eyes. "You +speak as it becomes you to speak when you uphold your own master," +said he. "For the same reason, Master Delves, and in no spirit of +ill-will to you, it behooves me to tell you that he is not to be +compared in name or fame with the noble knight on whom I wait. +Should you hold otherwise, then surely we can debate the matter in +whatever way or time may please you best." + +Delves smiled good-humoredly. "Nay, be not so hot," said he. +"Had you upheld any other knight, save perhaps Sir Walter Manny, I +had taken you at your word, and your master or mine would have had +place for a new Squire. But indeed it is only truth that no +knight is second to Chandos, nor would I draw my sword to lower +his pride of place. Ha, Sir James' cup is low! I must see to +it!" He darted off, a flagon of Gascony in his hand. "The King +hath had good news to-night," he continued when he returned. "I +have not seen him in so merry a mind since the night when we took +the Frenchmen and he laid his pearl chaplet upon the head of de +Ribeaumont. See how he laughs, and the Prince also. That laugh +bodes some one little good, or I am the more mistaken. Have a +care! Sir John's plate is empty." + +It was Nigel's turn to dart away; but ever in the intervals he +returned to the corner whence he could look down the hall and +listen to the words of the older Squire. Delves was a short, +thick-set man past middle age, weather-beaten and scarred, with a +rough manner and bearing which showed that he was more at his ease +in a tent than a hall. But ten years of service had taught him +much, and Nigel listened eagerly to his talk. + +"Indeed the King hath some good tidings," he continued. "See now, +he has whispered it to Chandos and to Manny. Manny spreads it on +to Sir Reginald Cobham, and he to Robert Knolles, each smiling +like the Devil over a friar." + +"Which is Sir Robert Knolles?" asked Nigel with interest. "I have +heard much of him and his deeds." + +"He is the tall hard-faced man in yellow silk, he with the +hairless cheeks and the split lip. He is little older than +yourself, and his father was a cobbler in Chester, yet he has +already won the golden spurs. See how he dabs his great hand in +the dish and hands forth the gobbets. He is more used to a +camp-kettle than a silver plate. The big man with the black beard +is Sir Bartholomew Berghersh, whose brother is the Abbot of +Beaulieu. Haste, haste! for the boar's head is come and the +plate's to be cleaned." + +The table manners of our ancestors at this period would have +furnished to the modern eye the strangest mixture of luxury and of +barbarism. Forks were still unknown, and the courtesy fingers, +the index and the middle of the left hand, took their place. To +use any others was accounted the worst of manners. A crowd of +dogs lay among the rushes growling at each other and quarreling +over the gnawed bones which were thrown to them by the feasters. +A slice of coarse bread served usually as a plate, but the King's +own high table was provided with silver platters, which were wiped +by the Squire or page after each course. On the other hand the +table-linen was costly, and the courses, served with a pomp and +dignity now unknown, comprised such a variety of dishes and such +complex marvels of cookery as no modern banquet could show. +Besides all our domestic animals and every kind of game, such +strange delicacies as hedgehogs, bustards, porpoises, squirrels, +bitterns and cranes lent variety to the feast. + +Each new course, heralded by a flourish of silver trumpets, was +borne in by liveried servants walking two and two, with rubicund +marshals strutting in front and behind, bearing white wands in +their hands, not only as badges of their office, but also as +weapons with which to repel any impertinent inroad upon the dishes +in the journey from the kitchen to the hall. Boar's heads, +enarmed and endored with gilt tusks and flaming mouths, were +followed by wondrous pasties molded to the shape of ships, castles +and other devices with sugar seamen or soldiers who lost their own +bodies in their fruitless defense against the hungry attack. +Finally came the great nef, a silver vessel upon wheels laden with +fruit and sweetmeats which rolled with its luscious cargo down the +line of guests. Flagons of Gascony, of Rhine wine, of Canary and +of Rochelle were held in readiness by the attendants; but the age, +though luxurious, was not drunken, and the sober habits of the +Norman had happily prevailed over the license of those Saxon +banquets where no guest might walk from the table without a slur +upon his host. Honor and hardihood go ill with a shaking hand or +a blurred eye. + +Whilst wine, fruit and spices were handed round the high tables +the squires had been served in turn at the farther end of the +hall. Meanwhile round the King there had gathered a group of +statesmen and soldiers, talking eagerly among themselves. The +Earl of Stafford, the Earl of Warwick, the Earl of Arundel, Lord +Beauchamp and Lord Neville were assembled at the back of his +chair, with Lord Percy and Lord Mowbray at either side. The +little group blazed with golden chains and jeweled chaplets, flame +colored paltocks and purple tunics. + +Of a sudden the King said something over his shoulder to Sir +William de Pakyngton the herald, who advanced and stood by the +royal chair. He was a tall and noble-featured man, with long +grizzled beard which rippled down to the gold-linked belt girdling +his many-colored tabard. On his head he had placed the heraldic +barret-cap which bespoke his dignity, and he slowly raised his +white wand high in the air, while a great hush fell upon the hall. + +"My lords of England," said he, "knight bannerets, knights, +squires, and all others here present of gentle birth and +coat-armor, know that your dread and sovereign lord, Edward, King +of England and of France, bids me give you greeting and commands +you to come hither that he may have speech with you." + +In an instant the tables were deserted and the whole company had +clustered in front of the King's chair. Those who had sat on +either side of him crowded inward so that his tall dark figure +upreared itself amid the dense circle of his guests. + +With a flush upon his olive cheeks and with pride smoldering in +his dark eyes, he looked round him at the eager faces of the men +who had been his comrades from Sluys and Cadsand to Crecy and +Calais. They caught fire from that warlike gleam in his masterful +gaze, and a sudden wild, fierce shout pealed up to the vaulted +ceiling, a soldierly thanks for what was passed and a promise for +what was to come. The King's teeth gleamed in a quick smile, and +his large white hand played with the jeweled dagger in his belt. + +"By the splendor of God!" said he in a loud clear voice, "I have +little doubt that you will rejoice with me this night, for such +tidings have come to my ears as may well bring joy to everyone of +you. You know well that our ships have suffered great scathe from +the Spaniards, who for many years have slain without grace or ruth +all of my people who have fallen into their cruel hands. Of late +they have sent their ships into Flanders, and thirty great cogs +and galleys lie now at Sluys well-filled with archers and +men-at-arms and ready in all ways for battle. I have it to-day +from a sure hand that, having taken their merchandise aboard, +these ships will sail upon the next Sunday and will make their way +through our Narrow Sea. We have for a great time been +long-suffering to these people, for which they have done us many +contraries and despites, growing ever more arrogant as we grow +more patient. It is in my mind therefore that we hie us to-morrow +to Winchelsea, where we have twenty ships, and make ready to sally +out upon them as they pass. May God and Saint George defend the +right!" + +A second shout, far louder and fiercer than the first, came like a +thunderclap after the King's words. It was the bay of a fierce +pack to their trusted huntsman. + +Edward laughed again as he looked round at the gleaming eyes, the +waving arms and the flushed joyful faces of his liegemen. "Who +hath fought against these Spaniards?" he asked. "Is there anyone +here who can tell us what manner of men they be?" + +A dozen hands went up into the air; but the King turned to the +Earl of Suffolk at his elbow. + +"You have fought them, Thomas?" said he. + +"Yes, sire, I was in the great sea-fight eight years ago at the +Island of Guernsey, when Lord Lewis of Spain held the sea against +the Earl of Pembroke." + +"How found you them, Thomas?" + +"Very excellent people, sire, and no man could ask for better. On +every ship they have a hundred crossbowmen of Genoa, the best in +the world, and their spearmen also are very hardy men. They would +throw great cantles of iron from the tops of the masts, and many +of our people met their death through it. If we can bar their way +in the Narrow Sea, then there will be much hope of honor for all +of us." + +"Your words are very welcome, Thomas," said the King, "and I make +no doubt that they will show themselves to be very worthy of what +we prepare for them. To you I give a ship, that you may have the +handling of it. You also, my dear son, shall have a ship, that +evermore honor may be thine." + +"I thank you, my fair and sweet father," said the Prince, with joy +flushing his handsome boyish face. + +"The leading ship shall be mine. But you shall have one, Walter +Manny, and you, Stafford, and you, Arundel, and you, Audley, and +you, Sir Thomas Holland, and you, Brocas, and you, Berkeley, and +you, Reginald. The rest shall be awarded at Winchelsea, whither +we sail to-morrow. Nay, John, why do you pluck so at my sleeve?" + +Chandos was leaning forward, with an anxious face. "Surely, my +honored lord, I have not served you so long and so faithfully that +you should forget me now. Is there then no ship for me?" + +The King smiled, but shook his head. "Nay, John, have I not given +you two hundred archers and a hundred men-at-arms to take with you +into Brittany? I trust that your ships will be lying in Saint +Malo Bay ere the Spaniards are abreast of Winchelsea. What more +would you have, old war-dog? Wouldst be in two battles at once?" + +"I would be at your side, my liege, when the lion banner is in the +wind once more. I have ever been there. Why should you cast me +now? I ask little, dear lord--a galley, a balinger, even a +pinnace, so that I may only be there." + +"Nay, John, you shall come. I cannot find it in my heart to say +you nay. I will find you place in my own ship, that you may +indeed be by my side." + +Chandos stooped and kissed the King's hand. "My Squire?" he +asked. + +The King's brows knotted into a frown. "Nay, let him go to +Brittany with the others," said he harshly. "I wonder, John, that +you should bring back to my memory this youth whose pertness is +too fresh that I should forget it. But some one must go to +Brittany in your stead, for the matter presses and our people are +hard put to it to hold their own." He cast his eyes over the +assembly, and they rested upon the stern features of Sir Robert +Knolles. + +"Sir Robert," he said, "though you are young in years you are +already old in war, and I have heard that you are as prudent in +council as you are valiant in the field. To you I commit the +charge of this venture to Brittany in place of Sir John Chandos, +who will follow thither when our work has been done upon the +waters. Three ships lie in Calais port and three hundred men are +ready to your hand. Sir John will tell you what our mind is in +the matter. And now, my friends and good comrades, you will haste +you each to his own quarters, and you will make swiftly such +preparations as are needful, for, as God is my aid, I will sail +with you to Winchelsea to-morrow!" + +Beckoning to Chandos, Manny and a few of his chosen leaders, the +King led them away to an inner chamber, where they might discuss +the plans for the future. At the same time the assembly broke up, +the knights in silence and dignity, the squires in mirth and +noise, but all joyful at heart for the thought of the great days +which lay before them. + + + + +XVII. THE SPANIARDS ON THE SEA + + +Day had not yet dawned when Nigel was in the chamber of Chandos +preparing him for his departure and listening to the last cheery +words of advice and direction from his noble master. That same +morning, before the sun was half-way up the heaven, the King's +great nef Philippa, bearing within it the most of those present at +his banquet the night before, set its huge sail, adorned with the +lions and the lilies, and turned its brazen beak for England. +Behind it went five smaller cogs crammed with squires, archers and +men-at-arms. + +Nigel and his companions lined the ramparts of the castle and +waved their caps as the bluff, burly vessels, with drums beating +and trumpets clanging, a hundred knightly pennons streaming from +their decks and the red cross of England over all, rolled slowly +out to the open sea. Then when they had watched them until they +were hull down they turned, with hearts heavy at being left +behind, to make ready for their own more distant venture. + +It took them four days of hard work ere their preparations were +complete, for many were the needs of a small force sailing to a +strange country. Three ships had been left to them, the cog +Thomas of Romney, the Grace Dieu of Hythe, and the Basilisk of +Southampton, into each of which one hundred men were stowed, +besides the thirty seamen who formed the crew. In the hold were +forty horses, amongst them Pommers, much wearied by his long +idleness, and homesick for the slopes of Surrey where his great +limbs might find the work he craved. Then the food and the water, +the bow-staves and the sheaves of arrows, the horseshoes, the +nails, the hammers, the knives, the axes, the ropes, the vats of +hay, the green fodder and a score of other things were packed +aboard. Always by the side of the ships stood the stern young +knight Sir Robert, checking, testing, watching and controlling, +saying little, for he was a man of few words, but with his eyes, +his hands, and if need be his heavy dog-whip, wherever they were +wanted. + +The seamen of the Basilisk, being from a free port, had the old +feud against the men of the Cinque Ports, who were looked upon by +the other mariners of England as being unduly favored by the King. +A ship of the West Country could scarce meet with one from the +Narrow Seas without blood flowing. Hence sprang sudden broils on +the quay side, when with yell and blow the Thomases and Grace +Dieus, Saint Leonard on their lips and murder in their hearts, +would fall upon the Basilisks. Then amid the whirl of cudgels and +the clash of knives would spring the tiger figure of the young +leader, lashing mercilessly to right and left like a tamer among +his wolves, until he had beaten them howling back to their work. +Upon the morning of the fourth day all was ready, and the ropes +being cast off the three little ships were warped down the harbor +by their own pinnaces until they were swallowed up in the swirling +folds of a Channel mist. + +Though small in numbers, it was no mean force which Edward had +dispatched to succor the hard-pressed English garrisons in +Brittany. There was scarce a man among them who was not an old +soldier, and their leaders were men of note in council and in war. +Knolles flew his flag of the black raven aboard the Basilisk. +With him were Nigel and his own Squire John Hawthorn. Of his +hundred men, forty were Yorkshire Dalesmen and forty were men of +Lincoln, all noted archers, with old Wat of Carlisle, a grizzled +veteran of border warfare, to lead them. + +Already Aylward by his skill and strength had won his way to an +under-officership amongst them, and shared with Long Ned +Widdington, a huge North Countryman, the reputation of coming next +to famous Wat Carlisle in all that makes an archer. The men- +at-arms too were war-hardened soldiers, with Black Simon of +Norwich, the same who had sailed from Winchelsea, to lead them. +With his heart filled with hatred for the French who had slain all +who were dear to him, he followed like a bloodhound over land and +sea to any spot where he might glut his vengeance. Such also were +the men who sailed in the other ships, Cheshire men from the Welsh +borders in the cog Thomas, and Cumberland men, used to Scottish +warfare, in the Grace Dieu. + +Sir James Astley hung his shield of cinquefoil ermine over the +quarter of the Thomas. Lord Thomas Percy, a cadet of Alnwick, +famous already for the high spirit of that house which for ages +was the bar upon the landward gate of England, showed his blue +lion rampant as leader of the Grace Dieu. Such was the goodly +company Saint-Malo bound, who warped from Calais Harbor to plunge +into the thick reek of a Channel mist. + +A slight breeze blew from the eastward, and the highended, +round-bodied craft rolled slowly down the Channel. The mist rose +a little at times, so that they had sight of each other dipping +and rising upon a sleek, oily sea, but again it would sink down, +settling over the top, shrouding the great yard, and finally +frothing over the deck until even the water alongside had vanished +from their view and they were afloat on a little raft in an ocean +of vapor. A thin cold rain was falling, and the archers were +crowded under the shelter of the overhanging poop and forecastle, +where some spent the hours at dice, some in sleep, and many in +trimming their arrows or polishing their weapons. + +At the farther end, seated on a barrel as a throne of honor, with +trays and boxes of feathers around him, was Bartholomew the bowyer +and Fletcher, a fat, bald-headed man, whose task it was to see +that every man's tackle was as it should be, and who had the +privilege of selling such extras as they might need. A group of +archers with their staves and quivers filed before him with +complaints or requests, while half a dozen of the seniors gathered +at his back and listened with grinning faces to his comments and +rebukes. + +"Canst not string it?" he was saying to a young bowman. "Then +surely the string is overshort or the stave overlong. It could +not by chance be the fault of thy own baby arms more fit to draw +on thy hosen than to dress a warbow. Thou lazy lurdan, thus is it +strung!" He seized the stave by the center in his right hand, +leaned the end on the inside of his right foot, and then, pulling +the upper nock down with the left hand, slid the eye of the string +easily into place. "Now I pray thee to unstring it again," +handing it to the bowman. + +The youth with an effort did so, but he was too slow in +disengaging his fingers, and the string sliding down with a snap +from the upper nock caught and pinched them sorely against the +stave. A roar of laughter, like the clap of a wave, swept down +the deck as the luckless bowman danced and wrung his hand. + +"Serve thee well right, thou redeless fool!" growled the old +bowyer. "So fine a bow is wasted in such hands. How now, Samkin? +I can teach you little of your trade, I trow. Here is a bow +dressed as it should be; but it would, as you say, be the better +for a white band to mark the true nocking point in the center of +this red wrapping of silk. Leave it and I will tend to it anon. +And you, Wat? A fresh head on yonder stele? Lord, that a man +should carry four trades under one hat, and be bowyer, fletcher, +stringer and headmaker! Four men's work for old Bartholomew and +one man's pay!" + +"Nay, say no more about that," growled an old wizened bowman, with +a brown-parchment skin and little beady eyes. "It is better in +these days to mend a bow than to bend one. You who never looked a +Frenchman in the face are pricked off for ninepence a day, and I, +who have fought five stricken fields, can earn but fourpence." + +"It is in my mind, John of Tuxford, that you have looked in the +face more pots of mead than Frenchmen," said the old bowyer. "I +am swinking from dawn to night, while you are guzzling in an +alestake. How now, youngster? Overbowed? Put your bow in the +tiller. It draws at sixty pounds--not a pennyweight too much for +a man of your inches. Lay more body to it, lad, and it will come +to you. If your bow be not stiff, how can you hope for a twenty- +score flight. Feathers? Aye, plenty and of the best. Here, +peacock at a groat each. Surely a dandy archer like you, +Tom Beverley, with gold earrings in your ears, would have no +feathering but peacocks?" + +"So the shaft fly straight, I care not of the feather," said the +bowman, a tall young Yorkshireman, counting out pennies on the +palm of his horny hand. + +"Gray goose-feathers are but a farthing. These on the left are a +halfpenny, for they are of the wild goose, and the second feather +of a fenny goose is worth more than the pinion of a tame one. +These in the brass tray are dropped feathers, and a dropped +feather is better than a plucked one. Buy a score of these, lad, +and cut them saddle-backed or swine-backed, the one for a dead +shaft and the other for a smooth flyer, and no man in the company +will swing a better-fletched quiver over his shoulder." + +It chanced that the opinion of the bowyer on this and other points +differed from that of Long Ned of Widdington, a surly +straw-bearded Yorkshireman, who had listened with a sneering face +to his counsel. Now he broke in suddenly upon the bowyer's talk. +"You would do better to sell bows than to try to teach others how +to use them," said he; "for indeed, Bartholomew, that head of +thine has no more sense within it than it has hairs without. If +you had drawn string for as many months as I have years you would +know that a straight-cut feather flies smoother than a swine- +backed, and pity it is that these young bowmen have none to teach +them better!" + +This attack upon his professional knowledge touched the old bowyer +on the raw. His fat face became suffused with blood and his eyes +glared with fury as he turned upon the archer. "You seven-foot +barrel of lies!" he cried. "All-hallows be my aid, and I will +teach you to open your slabbing mouth against me! Pluck forth +your sword and stand out on yonder deck, that we may see who is +the man of us twain. May I never twirl a shaft over my thumb nail +if I do not put Bartholomew's mark upon your thick head!" + +A score of rough voices joined at once in the quarrel, some +upholding the bowyer and others taking the part of the North +Countryman. A red-headed Dalesman snatched up a sword, but was +felled by a blow from the fist of his neighbor. Instantly, with a +buzz like a swarm of angry hornets, the bowmen were out on the +deck; but ere a blow was struck Knolles was amongst them with +granite face and eyes of fire. + +"Stand apart, I say! I will warrant you enough fighting to cool +your blood ere you see England once more. Loring, Hawthorn, cut +any man down who raises his hand. Have you aught to say, you +fox-haired rascal?" He thrust his face within two inches of that +of the red man who had first seized his sword. The fellow shrank +back, cowed, from his fierce eyes. "Now stint your noise, all of +you, and stretch your long ears. Trumpeter, blow once more!" + +A bugle call had been sounded every quarter of an hour so as to +keep in touch with the other two vessels who were invisible in the +fog. Now the high clear note rang out once more, the call of a +fierce sea-creature to its mates, but no answer came back from the +thick wall which pent them in. Again and again they called, and +again and again with bated breath they waited for an answer. + +"Where is the Shipman?" asked Knolles. "What is your name, +fellow? Do you dare call yourself master-mariner?" + +"My name is Nat Dennis, fair sir," said the gray-bearded old +seaman. "It is thirty years since first I showed my cartel and +blew trumpet for a crew at the water-gate of Southampton. If any +man may call himself master-mariner, it is surely I." + +"Where are our two ships?" + +"Nay, sir, who can say in this fog?" + +"Fellow, it was your place to hold them together." + +"I have but the eyes God gave me, fair sir, and they cannot see +through a cloud." + +"Had it been fair, I, who am a soldier, could have kept them in +company. Since it was foul, we looked to you, who are called a +mariner, to do so. You have not done it. You have lost two of my +ships ere the venture is begun." + +"Nay, fair sir, I pray you to consider--" + +"Enough words!" said Knolles sternly. "Words will not give me +back my two hundred men. Unless I find them before I come to +Saint-Malo, I swear by Saint Wilfrid of Ripon that it will be an +evil day for you! Enough! Go forth and do what you may!" + +For five hours with a light breeze behind them they lurched +through the heavy fog, the cold rain still matting their beards +and shining on their faces. Sometimes they could see a circle of +tossing water for a bowshot or so in each direction, and then the +wreaths would crawl in upon them once more and bank them thickly +round. They had long ceased to blow the trumpet for their missing +comrades, but had hopes when clear weather came to find them still +in sight. By the shipman's reckoning they were now about midway +between the two shores. + +Nigel was leaning against the bulwarks, his thoughts away in the +dingle at Cosford and out on the heather-clad slopes of Hindhead, +when something struck his ear. It was a thin clear clang of +metal, pealing out high above the dull murmur of the sea, the +creak of the boom and the flap of the sail. He listened, and +again it was borne to his ear. + +"Hark, my lord!" said he to Sir Robert. "Is there not a sound in +the fog?" + +They both listened together with sidelong heads. Then it rang +clearly forth once more, but this time in another direction. It +had been on the bow; now it was on the quarter. Again it sounded, +and again. Now it had moved to the other bow; now back to the +quarter again; now it was near; and now so far that it was but a +faint tinkle on the ear. By this time every man on board, seamen, +archers and men-at-arms, were crowding the sides of the vessel. +All round them there were noises in the darkness, and yet the wall +of fog lay wet against their very faces. And the noises were such +as were strange to their ears, always the same high musical +clashing. + +The old shipman shook his head and crossed himself. + +"In thirty years upon the waters I have never heard the like," +said he. "The Devil is ever loose in a fog. Well is he named the +Prince of Darkness." + +A wave of panic passed over the vessel, and these rough and hardy +men who feared no mortal foe shook with terror at the shadows of +their own minds. They stared into the cloud with blanched faces +and fixed eyes, as though each instant some fearsome shape might +break in upon them. And as they stared there came a gust of wind. +For a moment the fog-bank rose and a circle of ocean lay before +them. + +It was covered with vessels. On all sides they lay thick upon its +surface. They were huge caracks, high-ended and portly, with red +sides and bulwarks carved and crusted with gold. Each had one +great sail set and was driving down channel on the same course at +the Basilisk. Their decks were thick with men, and from their +high poops came the weird clashing which filled the air. For one +moment they lay there, this wondrous fleet, surging slowly +forward, framed in gray vapor. The next the clouds closed in and +they had vanished from view. There was a long hush, and then a +buzz of excited voices. + +"The Spaniards!" cried a dozen bowmen and sailors. + +"I should have known it," said the shipman. "I call to mind on +the Biscay Coast how they would clash their cymbals after the +fashion of the heathen Moor with whom they fight; but what would +you have me do, fair sir? If the fog rises we are all dead men." + +"There were thirty ships at the least," said Knolles, with a moody +brow. "If we have seen them I trow that they have also seen us. +They will lay us aboard." + +"Nay, fair sir, it is in my mind that our ship is lighter and +faster than theirs. If the fog hold another hour we should be +through them." + +"Stand to your arms!" yelled Knolles. "Stand to your arms--! +They are on us!" + +The Basilisk had indeed been spied from the Spanish Admiral's ship +before the fog closed down. With so light a breeze, and such a +fog, he could not hope to find her under sail. But by an evil +chance not a bowshot from the great Spanish carack was a low +galley, thin and swift, with oars which could speed her against +wind or tide. She also had seen the Basilisk and it was to her +that the Spanish leader shouted his orders. For a few minutes she +hunted through the fog, and then sprang out of it like a lean and +stealthy beast upon its prey. It was the sight of the long dark +shadow gliding after them which had brought that wild shout of +alarm from the lips of the English knight. In another instant the +starboard oars of the galley had been shipped, the sides of the +two vessels grated together, and a stream of swarthy, red-capped +Spaniards were swarming up the sides of the Basilisk and dropped +with yells of triumph upon her deck. + +For a moment it seemed as if the vessel was captured without a +blow being struck, for the men of the English ship had run wildly +in all directions to look for their arms. Scores of archers might +be seen under the shadow of the forecastle and the poop bending +their bowstaves to string them with the cords from their +waterproof cases. Others were scrambling over saddles, barrels +and cases in wild search of their quivers. Each as he came upon +his arrows pulled out a few to lend to his less fortunate +comrades. In mad haste the men-at-arms also were feeling and +grasping in the dark corners, picking up steel caps which would +not fit them, hurling them down on the deck, and snatching eagerly +at any swords or spears that came their way. + +The center of the ship was held by the Spaniards; and having slain +all who stood before them, they were pressing up to either end +before they were made to understand that it was no fat sheep but a +most fierce old wolf which they had taken by the ears. + +If the lesson was late, it was the more thorough. Attacked on +both sides and hopelessly outnumbered, the Spaniards, who had +never doubted that this little craft was a merchant-ship, were cut +off to the last man. It was no fight, but a butchery. In vain +the survivors ran screaming prayers to the saints and threw +themselves down into the galley alongside. It also had been +riddled with arrows from the poop of the Basilisk, and both the +crew on the deck and the galley-slaves in the outriggers at either +side lay dead in rows under the overwhelming shower from above. +From stem to rudder every foot of her was furred with arrows. It +was but a floating coffin piled with dead and dying men, which +wallowed in the waves behind them as the Basilisk lurched onward +and left her in the fog. + +In their first rush on to the Basilisk, the Spaniards had seized +six of the crew and four unarmed archers. Their throats had been +cut and their bodies tossed overboard. Now the Spaniards who +littered the deck, wounded and dead, were thrust over the side in +the same fashion. One ran down into the hold and had to be hunted +and killed squealing under the blows like a rat in the darkness. +Within half an hour no sign was left of this grim meeting in the +fog save for the crimson splashes upon bulwarks and deck. The +archers, flushed and merry, were unstringing their bows once more, +for in spite of the water glue the damp air took the strength from +the cords. Some were hunting about for arrows which might have +stuck inboard, and some tying up small injuries received in the +scuffle. But an anxious shadow still lingered upon the face of +Sir Robert, and he peered fixedly about him through the fog. + +"Go among the archers, Hawthorne," said he to his Squire. "Charge +them on their lives to make no sound! You also, Loring. Go to +the afterguard and say the same to them. We are lost if one of +these great ships should spy us." + +For an hour with bated breath they stole through the fleet, still +hearing the cymbals clashing all round them, for in this way the +Spaniards held themselves together. Once the wild music came from +above their very prow, and so warned them to change their course. +Once also a huge vessel loomed for an instant upon their quarter, +but they turned two points away from her, and she blurred and +vanished. Soon the cymbals were but a distant tinkling, and at +last they died gradually away. + +"It is none too soon," said the old shipman, pointing to a +yellowish tint in the haze above them. "See yonder! It is the +sun which wins through. It will be here anon. Ah! said I not +so?" + +A sickly sun, no larger and far dimmer than the moon, had indeed +shown its face, with cloud-wreaths smoking across it. As they +looked up it waxed larger and brighter before their eyes--a +yellow halo spread round it, one ray broke through, and then a +funnel of golden light poured down upon them, widening swiftly at +the base. A minute later they were sailing on a clear blue sea +with an azure cloud-flecked sky above their heads, and such a +scene beneath it as each of them would carry in his memory while +memory remained. + +They were in mid-channel. The white and green coasts of Picardy +and of Kent lay clear upon either side of them. The wide channel +stretched in front, deepening from the light blue beneath their +prow to purple on the far sky-line. Behind them was that thick +bank of cloud from which they had just burst. It lay like a gray +wall from east to west, and through it were breaking the high +shadowy forms of the ships of Spain. Four of them had already +emerged, their red bodies, gilded sides and painted sails shining +gloriously in the evening sun. Every instant a fresh golden spot +grew out of the fog, which blazed like a star for an instant, and +then surged forward to show itself as the brazen beak of the great +red vessel which bore it. Looking back, the whole bank of cloud +was broken by the widespread line of noble ships which were +bursting through it. The Basilisk lay a mile or more in front of +them and two miles clear of their wing. Five miles farther off, +in the direction of the French coast, two other small ships were +running down Channel. A cry of joy from Robert Knolles and a +hearty prayer of gratitude to the saints from the old shipman +hailed them as their missing comrades, the cog Thomas and the +Grace Dieu. + +But fair as was the view of their lost friends, and wondrous the +appearance of the Spanish ships, it was not on those that the eyes +of the men of the Basilisk were chiefly bent. A greater sight lay +before them--a sight which brought them clustering to the +forecastle with eager eyes and pointing fingers. The English +fleet was coming forth from the Winchelsea Coast. Already before +the fog lifted a fast galleass had brought the news down Channel +that the Spanish were on the sea, and the King's fleet was under +way. Now their long array of sails, gay with the coats and colors +of the towns which had furnished them, lay bright against the +Kentish coast from Dungeness Point to Rye. Nine and twenty ships +were there from Southampton, Shoreham, Winchelsea, Hastings, Rye, +Hythe, Romney, Folkestone, Deal, Dover and Sandwich. With their +great sails slued round to catch the wind they ran out, whilst the +Spanish, like the gallant foes that they have ever been, turned +their heads landward to meet them. With flaunting banners and +painted sails, blaring trumpets and clashing cymbals, the two +glittering fleets, dipping and rising on the long Channel swell, +drew slowly together. + +King Edward had been lying all day in his great ship the Philippa, +a mile out from the Camber Sands, waiting for the coming of the +Spaniards. Above the huge sail which bore the royal arms flew the +red cross of England. Along the bulwarks were shown the shields +of forty knights, the flower of English chivalry, and as many +pennons floated from the deck. The high ends of the ship +glittered with the weapons of the men-at-arms, and the waist was +crammed with the archers. From time to time a crash of nakers and +blare of trumpets burst from the royal ship, and was answered by +her great neighbors, the Lion on which the Black Prince flew his +flag, the Christopher with the Earl of Suffolk, the Salle du Roi +of Robert of Namur, and the Grace Marie of Sir Thomas Holland. +Farther off lay the White Swan, bearing the arms of Mowbray, the +Palmer of Deal, flying the Black Head of Audley, and the Kentish +man under the Lord Beauchamp. The rest lay, anchored but ready, +at the mouth of Winchelsea Creek. + +The King sat upon a keg in the fore part of his ship, with little +John of Richmond, who was no more than a schoolboy, perched upon +his knee. Edward was clad in the black velvet jacket which was +his favorite garb, and wore a small brown-beaver hat with a white +plume at the side. A rich cloak of fur turned up with miniver +drooped from his shoulders. Behind him were a score of his +knights, brilliant in silks and sarcenets, some seated on an +upturned boat and some swinging their legs from the bulwark. + +In front stood John Chandos in a party-colored jupon, one foot +raised upon the anchor-stock, picking at the strings of his guitar +and singing a song which he had learned at Marienburg when last he +helped the Teutonic knights against the heathen. The King, his +knights, and even the archers in the waist below them, laughed at +the merry lilt and joined lustily in the chorus, while the men of +the neighboring ships leaned over the side to hearken to the deep +chant rolling over the waters. + +But there came a sudden interruption to the song. A sharp, harsh +shout came down from the lookout stationed in the circular top at +the end of the mast. "I spy a sail--two sails!" he cried. + +John Bunce the King's shipman shaded his eyes and stared at the +long fog-bank which shrouded the northern channel. Chandos, with +his fingers over the strings of his guitar, the King, the knights, +all gazed in the same direction. Two small dark shapes had burst +forth, and then after some minutes a third. + +"Surely they are the Spaniards?" said the King. + +"Nay, sire," the seaman answered, "the Spaniards are greater ships +and are painted red. I know not what these may be." + +"But I could hazard a guess!" cried Chandos. "Surely they are the +three ships with my own men on their way to Brittany." + +"You have hit it, John," said the King. "But look, I pray you! +What in the name of the Virgin is that?" + +Four brilliant stars of flashing light had shone out from +different points of the cloud-bank. The next instant as many tall +ships had swooped forth into the sunshine. A fierce shout rang +from the King's ship, and was taken up all down the line, until +the whole coast from Dungeness to Winchelsea echoed the warlike +greeting. The King sprang up with a joyous face. + +"The game is afoot, my friends!" said he. "Dress, John! Dress, +Walter! Quick all of you! Squires, bring the harness! Let each +tend to himself, for the time is short." + +A strange sight it was to see these forty nobles tearing off their +clothes and littering the deck with velvets and satins, whilst the +squire of each, as busy as an ostler before a race, stooped and +pulled and strained and riveted, fastening the bassinets, the +legpieces, the front and the back plates, until the silken +courtier had become the man of steel. When their work was +finished, there stood a stern group of warriors where the light +dandies had sung and jested round Sir John's guitar. Below in +orderly silence the archers were mustering under their officers +and taking their allotted stations. A dozen had swarmed up to +their hazardous post in the little tower in the tops. + +"Bring wine, Nicholas!" cried the King. "Gentlemen, ere you close +your visors I pray you to take a last rouse with me. You will be +dry enough, I promise you, before your lips are free once more. +To what shall we drink, John?" + +"To the men of Spain," said Chandos, his sharp face peering like a +gaunt bird through the gap in his helmet. "May their hearts be +stout and their spirits high this day!" + +"Well said, John!" cried the King, and the knights laughed +joyously as they drank. "Now, fair sirs, let each to his post! I +am warden here on the forecastle. Do you, John, take charge of +the afterguard. Walter, James, William, Fitzallan, Goldesborough, +Reginald--you will stay with me! John, you may pick whom you +will and the others will bide with the archers. Now bear straight +at the center, master-shipman. Ere yonder sun sets we will bring +a red ship back as a gift to our ladies, or never look upon a +lady's face again." + +The art of sailing into a wind had not yet been invented, nor was +there any fore-and-aft canvas, save for small headsails with which +a vessel could be turned. Hence the English fleet had to take a +long slant down channel to meet their enemies; but as the +Spaniards coming before the wind were equally anxious to engage +there was the less delay. With stately pomp and dignity, the two +great fleets approached. + +It chanced that one fine carack had outstripped its consorts and +came sweeping along, all red and gold, with a fringe of twinkling +steel, a good half-mile before the fleet. Edward looked at her +with a kindling eye, for indeed she was a noble sight with the +blue water creaming under her gilded prow. + +"This is a most worthy and debonair vessel, Master Bunce," said he +to the shipman beside him. "I would fain have a tilt with her. I +pray you to hold us straight that we may bear her down." + +"If I hold her straight, then one or other must sink, and it may +be both," the seaman answered. + +"I doubt not that with the help of our Lady we shall do our part," +said the King. "Hold her straight, master-shipman, as I have told +you." + +Now the two vessels were within arrow flight, and the bolts from +the crossbowmen pattered upon the English ship. These short thick +devil's darts were everywhere humming like great wasps through the +air, crashing against the bulwarks, beating upon the deck, ringing +loudly on the armor of the knights, or with a soft muffled thud +sinking to the socket in a victim. + +The bowmen along either side of the Philippa had stood motionless +waiting for their orders, but now there was a sharp shout from +their leader, and every string twanged together. The air was full +of their harping, together with the swish of the arrows, the +long-drawn keening of the bowmen and the short deep bark of the +under-officers. "Steady, steady! Loose steady! Shoot wholly +together! Twelve score paces! Ten score! Now eight! Shoot +wholly together!" Their gruff shouts broke through the high +shrill cry like the deep roar of a wave through the howl of the +wind. + +As the two great ships hurtled together the Spaniard turned away a +few points so that the blow should be a glancing one. None the +less it was terrific. A dozen men in the tops of the carack were +balancing a huge stone with the intention of dropping it over on +the English deck. With a scream of horror they saw the mast +cracking beneath them. Over it went, slowly at first, then +faster, until with a crash it came down on its side, sending them +flying like stones from a sling far out into the sea. A swath of +crushed bodies lay across the deck where the mast had fallen. But +the English ship had not escaped unscathed. Her mast held, it is +true, but the mighty shock not only stretched every man flat upon +the deck, but had shaken a score of those who lined her sides into +the sea. One bowman was hurled from the top, and his body fell +with a dreadful crash at the very side of the prostrate King upon +the forecastle. Many were thrown down with broken arms and legs +from the high castles at either end into the waist of the ship. +Worst of all, the seams had been opened by the crash and the water +was gushing in at a dozen places. + +But these were men of experience and of discipline, men who had +already fought together by sea and by land, so that each knew his +place and his duty. Those who could staggered to their feet and +helped up a score or more of knights who were rolling and clashing +in the scuppers unable to rise for the weight of their armor. The +bowmen formed up as before. The seamen ran to the gaping seams +with oakum and with tar. In ten minutes order had been restored +and the Philippa, though shaken and weakened, was ready for battle +once more. The King was glaring round him like a wounded boar. + +"Grapple my ship with that," he cried, pointing to the crippled +Spaniard, "for I would have possession of her!" + +But already the breeze had carried them past it, and a dozen +Spanish ships were bearing down full upon them. + +"We cannot win back to her, lest we show our flank to these +others," said the shipman. + +"Let her go her way!" cried the knights. "You shall have better +than her." + +"By Saint George! you speak the truth," said the King, "for she is +ours when we have time to take her. These also seem very worthy +ships which are drawing up to us, and I pray you, master-shipman, +that you will have a tilt with the nearest." + +A great carack was within a bowshot of them and crossing their +bows. Bunce looked up at his mast, and he saw that already it was +shaken and drooping. Another blow and it would be over the side +and his ship a helpless log upon the water. He jammed his helm +round therefore, and ran his ship alongside the Spaniard, throwing +out his hooks and iron chains as he did so. + +They, no less eager, grappled the Philippa both fore and aft, and +the two vessels, linked tightly together, surged slowly over the +long blue rollers. Over their bulwarks hung a cloud of men locked +together in a desperate struggle, sometimes surging forward on to +the deck of the Spaniard, sometimes recoiling back on to the +King's ship, reeling this way and that, with the swords flickering +like silver flames above them, while the long-drawn cry of rage +and agony swelled up like a wolf's howl to the calm blue heaven +above them. + +But now ship after ship of the English had come up, each throwing +its iron over the nearest Spaniard and striving to board her high +red sides. Twenty ships were drifting in furious single combat +after the manner of the Philippa, until the whole surface of the +sea was covered with a succession of these desperate duels. The +dismasted carack, which the King's ship had left behind it, had +been carried by the Earl of Suffolk's Christopher, and the water +was dotted with the heads of her crew. An English ship had been +sunk by a huge stone discharged from an engine, and her men also +were struggling in the waves, none having leisure to lend them a +hand. A second English ship was caught between two of the Spanish +vessels and overwhelmed by a rush of boarders so that not a man of +her was left alive. On the other hand, Mowbray and Audley had +each taken the caracks which were opposed to them, and the battle +in the center, after swaying this way and that, was turning now in +favor of the Islanders. + +The Black Prince, with the Lion, the Grace Marie and four other +ships had swept round to turn the Spanish flank; but the movement +was seen, and the Spaniards had ten ships with which to meet it, +one of them their great carack the St. Iago di Compostella. To +this ship the Prince had attached his little cog and strove +desperately to board her, but her side was so high and the defense +so desperate that his men could never get beyond her bulwarks but +were hurled down again and again with a clang and clash to the +deck beneath. Her side bristled with crossbowmen, who shot +straight down on to the packed waist of the Lion, so that the dead +lay there in heaps. But the most dangerous of all was a swarthy +black-bearded giant in the tops, who crouched so that none could +see him, but rising every now and then with a huge lump of iron +between his hands, hurled it down with such force that nothing +would stop it. Again and again these ponderous bolts crashed +through the deck and hurtled down into the bottom of the ship, +starting the planks and shattering all that came in their way. + +The Prince, clad in that dark armor which gave him his name, was +directing the attack from the poop when the shipman rushed wildly +up to him with fear on his face. + +"Sire!" he cried. "The ship may not stand against these blows. A +few more will sink her! Already the water floods inboard." + +The Prince looked up, and as he did so the shaggy beard showed +once more and two brawny arms swept downward. A great slug, +whizzing down, beat a gaping hole in the deck, and fell rending +and riving into the hold below. The master-mariner tore his +grizzled hair. + +"Another leak!" he cried. "I pray to Saint Leonard to bear us up +this day! Twenty of my shipmen are bailing with buckets, but the +water rises on them fast. The vessel may not float another hour." + +The Prince had snatched a crossbow from one of his attendants and +leveled it at the Spaniard's tops. At the very instant when the +seaman stood erect with a fresh bar in his hands, the bolt took +him full in the face, and his body fell forward over the parapet, +hanging there head downward. A howl of exultation burst from the +English at the sight, answered by a wild roar of anger from the +Spaniards. A seaman had run from the Lion's hold and whispered in +the ear of the shipman. He turned an ashen face upon the Prince. + +"It is even as I say, sire. The ship is sinking beneath our +feet!" he cried. + +"The more need that we should gain another," said he. "Sir Henry +Stokes, Sir Thomas Stourton, William, John of Clifton, here lies +our road! Advance my banner, Thomas de Mohun! On, and the day is +ours!" + +By a desperate scramble a dozen men, the Prince at their head, +gained a footing on the edge of the Spaniard's deck. Some slashed +furiously to clear a space, others hung over, clutching the rail +with one hand and pulling up their comrades from below. Every +instant that they could hold their own their strength increased, +till twenty had become thirty and thirty forty, when of a sudden +the newcomers, still reaching forth to their comrades below, saw +the deck beneath them reel and vanish in a swirling sheet of foam. +The Prince's ship had foundered. + +A yell went up from the Spaniards as they turned furiously upon +the small band who had reached their deck. Already the Prince and +his men had carried the poop, and from that high station they beat +back their swarming enemies. But crossbow darts pelted and +thudded among their ranks till a third of their number were +stretched upon the planks. Lined across the deck they could +hardly keep an unbroken front to the leaping, surging crowd who +pressed upon them. Another rush, or another after that, must +assuredly break them, for these dark men of Spain, hardened by an +endless struggle with the Moors, were fierce and stubborn +fighters. But hark to this sudden roar upon the farther side of +them-- + +"Saint George! Saint George! A Knolles to the rescue!" A small +craft had run alongside and sixty men had swarmed on the deck of +the St. Iago. Caught between two fires, the Spaniards wavered and +broke. The fight became a massacre. Down from the poop sprang +the Prince's men. Up from the waist rushed the new-corners. +There were five dreadful minutes of blows and screams and prayers +with struggling figures clinging to the bulwarks and sullen +splashes into the water below. Then it was over, and a crowd of +weary, overstrained men leaned panting upon their weapons, or lay +breathless and exhausted upon the deck of the captured carack. + +The Prince had pulled up his visor and lowered his beaver. He +smiled proudly as he gazed around him and wiped his streaming +face. "Where is the shipman?" he asked. "Let him lead us against +another ship." + +"Nay, sire, the shipman and all his men have sunk in the Lion," +said Thomas de Mohun, a young knight of the West Country, who +carried the standard. "We have lost our ship and the half of our +following. I fear that we can fight no more." + +"It matters the less since the day is already ours," said the +Prince, looking over the sea. "My noble father's royal banner +flies upon yonder Spaniard. Mowbray, Audley, Suffolk, Beauchamp, +Namur, Tracey, Stafford, Arundel, each has his flag over a scarlet +carack, even as mine floats over this. See, yonder squadron is +already far beyond our reach. But surely we owe thanks to you who +came at so perilous a moment to our aid. Your face I have seen, +and your coat-armor also, young sir, though I cannot lay my tongue +to your name. Let me know that I may thank you." + +He had turned to Nigel, who stood flushed and joyous at the head +of the boarders from the Basilisk. + +"I am but a Squire, sire, and can claim no thanks, for there is +nothing that I have done. Here is our leader." + +The Prince's eyes fell upon the shield charged with the Black +Raven and the stern young face of him who bore it. "Sir Robert +Knolles," said he, "I had thought you were on your way to +Brittany." + +"I was so, sire, when I had the fortune to see this battle as I +passed." + +The Prince laughed. "It would indeed be to ask too much, Robert, +that you should keep on your course when much honor was to be +gathered so close to you. But now I pray you that you will come +back with us to Winchelsea, for well I know that my father would +fain thank you for what you have done this day." + +But Robert Knolles shook his head. "I have your father's command, +sire, and without his order I may not go against it. Our people +are hard-pressed in Brittany, and it is not for me to linger on +the way. I pray you, sire, if you must needs mention me to the +King, to crave his pardon that I should have broken my journey +thus." + +"You are right, Robert. God-speed you on your way! And I would +that I were sailing under your banner, for I see clearly that you +will take your people where they may worshipfully win worship. +Perchance I also maybe in Brittany before the year is past." + +The Prince turned to the task of gathering his weary people +together, and the Basilisks passed over the side once more and +dropped down on to their own little ship. They poled her off from +the captured Spaniard and set their sail with their prow for the +south. Far ahead of them were their two consorts, beating towards +them in the hope of giving help, while down Channel were a score +of Spanish ships with a few of the English vessels hanging upon +their skirts. The sun lay low on the water, and its level beams +glowed upon the scarlet and gold of fourteen great caracks, each +flying the cross of Saint George, and towering high above the +cluster of English ships which, with brave waving of flags and +blaring of music, were moving slowly towards the Kentish coast. + + + + +XVIII. HOW BLACK SIMON CLAIMED FORFEIT FROM THE KING OF SARK + + +For a day and a half the small fleet made good progress, but on +the second morning, after sighting Cape de la Hague, there came a +brisk land wind which blew them out to sea. It grew into a squall +with rain and fog so that they were two more days beating back. +Next morning they found themselves in a dangerous rock studded sea +with a small island upon their starboard quarter. It was girdled +with high granite cliffs of a reddish hue, and slopes of bright +green grassland lay above them. A second smaller island lay +beside it. Dennis the shipman shook his head as he looked. + +"That is Brechou," said he, "and the larger one is the Island of +Sark. If ever I be cast away, I pray the saints that I may not be +upon yonder coast!" + +Knolles gazed across at it. "You say well, master-shipman," said +he. "It does appear to be a rocky and perilous spot." + +"Nay, it is the rocky hearts of those who dwell upon it that I had +in my mind," the old sailor answered. "We are well safe in three +goodly vessels, but had we been here in a small craft I make no +doubt that they would have already had their boats out against +us." + +"Who then are these people, and how do they live upon so small and +windswept an island?" asked the soldier. + +"They do not live from the island, fair sir, but from what they +can gather upon the sea around it. They are broken folk from all +countries, justice-fliers, prison-breakers, reavers, escaped +bondsmen, murderers and staff-strikers who have made their way to +this outland place and hold it against all comers. There is one +here who could tell you of them and of their ways, for he was long +time prisoner amongst them." The seaman pointed to Black Simon, +the dark man from Norwich, who was leaning against the side lost +in moody thought and staring with a brooding eye at the distant +shore. + +"How now, fellow?" asked Knolles. "What is this I hear? Is it +indeed sooth that you have been a captive upon this island?" + +"It is true, fair sir. For eight months I have been servant to +the man whom they call their King. His name is La Muette, and he +comes from Jersey nor is there under God's sky a man whom I have +more desire to see." + +"Has he then mishandled you?" + +Black Simon gave a wry smile and pulled off his jerkin. His lean +sinewy back was waled and puckered with white scars. "He has left +his sign of hand upon me," said he. "He swore that he would break +me to his will, and thus he tried to do it. But most I desire to +see him because he hath lost a wager to me and I would fain be +paid." + +"This is a strange saying," said Knolles. "What is this wager, +and why should he pay you?" + +"It is but a small matter," Simon answered; "but I am a poor man +and the payment would be welcome. Should it have chanced that we +stopped at this island I should have craved your leave that I go +ashore and ask for that which I have fairly won." + +Sir Robert Knolles laughed. "This business tickleth my fancy," +said he. "As to stopping at the island, this shipman tells me +that we must needs wait a day and a night, for that we have +strained our planks. But if you should go ashore, how will you be +sure that you will be free to depart, or that you will see this +King of whom you speak?" + +Black Simon's dark face was shining with a fierce joy. "Fair sir, +I will ever be your debtor if you will let me go. Concerning what +you ask, I know this island even as I know the streets of Norwich, +as you may well believe seeing that it is but a small place and I +upon it for near a year. Should I land after dark, I could win my +way to the King's house, and if he be not dead or distraught with +drink I could have speech with him alone, for I know his ways and +his hours and how he may be found. I would ask only that Aylward +the archer may go with me, that I may have one friend at my side +if things should chance to go awry." + +Knolles thought awhile. "It is much that you ask," said he, "for +by God's truth I reckon that you and this friend of yours are two +of my men whom I would be least ready to lose. I have seen you +both at grips with the Spaniards and I know you. But I trust you, +and if we must indeed stop at this accursed place, then you may do +as you will. If you have deceived me, or if this is a trick by +which you design to leave me, then God be your friend when next we +meet, for man will be of small avail!" + +It proved that not only the seams had to be calked but that the +cog Thomas was out of fresh water. The ships moored therefore +near the Isle of Brechou, where springs were to be found. There +were no people upon this little patch, but over on the farther +island many figures could be seen watching them, and the twinkle +of steel from among them showed that they were armed men. One +boat had ventured forth and taken a good look at them, but had +hurried back with the warning that they were too strong to be +touched. + +Black Simon found Aylward seated under the poop with his back, +against Bartholomew the bowyer. He was whistling merrily as he +carved a girl's face upon the horn of his bow. + +"My friend," said Simon, "will you come ashore to-night--for I +have need of your help?" + +Aylward crowed lustily. "Will I come, Simon? By my hilt, I shall +be right glad to put my foot on the good brown earth once more. +All my life I have trod it, and yet I would never have learned its +worth had I not journeyed in these cursed ships. We will go on +shore together, Simon, and we will seek out the women, if there be +any there, for it seems a long year since I heard their gentle +voices, and my eyes are weary of such faces as Bartholomew's or +thine." + +Simon's grim features relaxed into a smile. "The only face that +you will see ashore, Samkin, will bring you small comfort," said +he, "and I warn you that this is no easy errand, but one which may +be neither sweet nor fair, for if these people take us our end +will be a cruel one." + +"By my hilt," said Aylward, "I am with you, gossip, wherever you +may go! Say no more, therefore, for I am weary of living like a +cony in a hole, and I shall be right glad to stand by you in your +venture." + +That night, two hours after dark, a small boat put forth from the +Basilisk. It contained Simon, Aylward and two seamen. The +soldiers carried their swords, and Black Simon bore a brown +biscuit-bag over his shoulder. Under his direction the rowers +skirted the dangerous surf which beat against the cliffs until +they came to a spot where an outlying reef formed a breakwater. +Within was a belt of calm water and a shallow cover with a sloping +beach. Here the boat was dragged up and the seamen were ordered +to wait, while Simon and Aylward started on their errand. + +With the assured air of a man who knows exactly where he is and +whither he is going, the man-at-arms began to clamber up a narrow +fern-lined cleft among the rocks. It was no easy ascent in the +darkness, but Simon climbed on like an old dog hot upon a scent, +and the panting Aylward struggled after as best he might. At last +they were at the summit and the archer threw himself down upon the +grass. + +"Nay, Simon, I have not enough breath to blow out a candle," said +he. "Stint your haste for a minute, since we have a long night +before us. Surely this man is a friend indeed, if you hasten so +to see him." + +"Such a friend," Simon answered, "that I have often dreamed of our +next meeting. Now before that moon has set it will have come." + +"Had it been a wench I could have understood it," said Aylward. +"By these ten finger-bones, if Mary of the mill or little Kate of +Compton had waited me on the brow of this cliff, I should have +come up it and never known it was there. But surely I see houses +and hear voices over yonder in the shadow?" + +"It is their town," whispered Simon. "There are a hundred as +bloody-minded cutthroats as are to be found in Christendom beneath +those roofs. Hark to that!" + +A fierce burst of laughter came out of the darkness, followed by a +long cry of pain. + +"All-hallows be with us!" cried Aylward. "What is that?" + +"As like as not some poor devil has fallen into their clutches, +even as I did. Come this way, Samkin, for there is a peat-cutting +where we may hide. Aye, here it is, but deeper and broader than +of old. Now follow me close, for if we keep within it we shall +find ourselves a stone cast off the King's house." + +Together they crept along the dark cutting. Suddenly Simon seized +Aylward by the shoulder and pushed him into the shadow of the +bank. Crouching in the darkness, they heard footsteps and voices +upon the farther side of the trench. Two men sauntered along it +and stopped almost at the very spot where the comrades were lying. +Aylward could see their dark figures outlined against the starry +sky. + +"Why should you scold, Jacques," said one of them, speaking a +strange half-French, half-English lingo. "Le diable t'emporte for +a grumbling rascal. You won a woman and I got nothing. What more +would you have?" + +"You will have your chance off the next ship, mon garcon, but mine +is passed. A woman, it is true--an old peasant out of the +fields, with a face as yellow as a kite's claw. But Gaston, who +threw a nine against my eight, got as fair a little Normandy lass +as ever your eyes have seen. Curse the dice, I say! And as to my +woman, I will sell her to you for a firkin of Gascony." + +"I have no wine to spare, but I will give you a keg of apples," +said the other. "I had it out of the Peter and Paul, the Falmouth +boat that struck in Creux Bay." + +"Well, well your apples may be the worse for keeping, but so is +old Marie, and we can cry quits on that. Come round and drink a +cup over the bargain." + +They shuffled onward in the darkness. + +"Heard you ever such villainy?" cried Aylward, breathing fierce +and hard. "Did you hear them, Simon? A woman for a keg of +apples! And my heart's root is sad for the other one, the girl of +Normandy. Surely we can land to-morrow and burn all these water- +rats out of their nest." + +"Nay, Sir Robert will not waste time or strength ere he reach +Brittany." + +"Sure I am that if my little master Squire Loring had the handling +of it, every woman on this island would be free ere another day +had passed." + +"I doubt it not," said Simon. "He is one who makes an idol of +woman, after the manner of those crazy knight errants. But Sir +Robert is a true soldier and hath only his purpose in view." + +"Simon," said Aylward, "the light is not overgood and the place is +cramped for sword-play, but if you will step out into the open I +will teach you whether my master is a true soldier or not." + +"Tut, man! you are as foolish yourself," said Simon. "Here we are +with our work in hand, and yet you must needs fall out with me on +our way to it. I say nothing against your master save that he +hath the way of his fellows who follow dreams and fancies. But +Knolles looks neither to right nor left and walks forward to his +mark. Now, let us on, for the time passes." + +"Simon, your words are neither good nor fair. When we are back on +shipboard we will speak further of this matter. Now lead on, I +pray you, and let us see some more of this ten-devil island." + +For half a mile Simon led the way until they came to a large house +which stood by itself. Peering at it from the edge of the +cutting, Aylward could see that it was made from the wreckage of +many vessels, for at each corner a prow was thrust out. Lights +blazed within, and there came the sound of a strong voice singing +a gay song which was taken up by a dozen others in the chorus. + +"All is well, lad!" whispered Simon in great delight. "That is +the voice of the King. It is the very song he used to sing. 'Les +deux filles de Pierre.' 'Fore God, my back tingles at the very +sound of it. Here we will wait until his company take their +leave." + +Hour after hour they crouched in the peat-cutting, listening to +the noisy songs of the revelers within, some French, some English, +and all growing fouler and less articulate as the night wore on. +Once a quarrel broke out and the clamor was like a cageful of wild +beasts at feeding-time. Then a health was drunk and there was +much stamping and cheering. + +Only once was the long vigil broken. A woman came forth from the +house and walked up and down, with her face sunk upon her breast. +She was tall and slender, but her features could not be seen for a +wimple over her head. Weary sadness could be read in her bowed +back and dragging steps. Once only they saw her throw her two +hands up to Heaven as one who is beyond human aid. Then she +passed slowly into the house again. A moment later the door of +the hall was flung open, and a shouting stumbling throng came +crowding forth, with whoop and yell, into the silent night. +Linking arms and striking up a chorus, they marched past the +peat-cutting, their voices dwindling slowly away as they made for +their homes. + +"Now, Samkin, now!" cried Simon, and jumping out from the +hiding-place he made for the door. It had not yet been fastened. +The two comrades sprang inside. Then Simon drew the bolts so that +none might interrupt them. + +A long table littered with flagons and beakers lay before them. +It was lit up by a line of torches, which flickered and smoked in +their iron sconces. At the farther end a solitary man was seated. +His head rested upon his two hands, as if he were befuddled with +wine, but at the harsh sound of the snapping bolts he raised his +face and looked angrily around him. It was a strange powerful +head, tawny and shaggy like a lion's, with a tangled beard and a +large harsh face, bloated and blotched with vice. He laughed as +the newcomers entered, thinking that two of his boon companions +had returned to finish a flagon. Then he stared hard and he +passed his hand over his eyes like one who thinks he may be +dreaming. + +"Mon Dieu!" he cried. "Who are you and whence come you at this +hour of the night? Is this the way to break into our royal +presence?" + +Simon approached up one side of the table and Aylward up the +other. When they were close to the King, the man-at-arms plucked +a torch from its socket and held it to his own face. The King +staggered back with a cry, as he gazed at that grim visage. + +"Le diable noir!" he cried. "Simon, the Englishman! What make +you here?" + +Simon put his hand upon his shoulder. "Sit here!" said he, and he +forced the King into his seat. "Do you sit on the farther side of +him, Aylward. We make a merry group, do we not? Often have I +served at this table, but never did I hope to drink at it. Fill +your cup, Samkin, and pass the flagon." + +The King looked from one to the other with terror in his bloodshot +eyes. "What would you do?" he asked. "Are you mad, that you +should come here. One shout and you are at my mercy." + +"Nay, my friend, I have lived too long in your house not to know +the ways of it. No man-servant ever slept beneath your roof, for +you feared lest your throat would be cut in the night-time. You +may shout and shout, if it so please you. It chanced that I was +passing on my way from England in those ships which lie off La +Brechou, and I thought I would come in and have speech with you." + +"Indeed, Simon, I am right glad to see you," said the King, +cringing away from the fierce eyes of the soldier. "We were good +friends in the past, were we not, and I cannot call to mind that I +have ever done you injury. When you made your way to England by +swimming to the Levantine there was none more glad in heart than I!" + +"If I cared to doff my doublet I could show you the marks of what +your friendship has done for me in the past," said Simon. "It is +printed on my back as clearly as on my memory. Why, you foul dog, +there are the very rings upon the wall to which my hands were +fastened, and there the stains upon the boards on which my blood +has dripped! Is it not so, you king of butchers?" + +The pirate chief turned whiter still. "It may be that life here +was somewhat rough, Simon, but if I have wronged you in anyway, I +will surely make amends. What do you ask?" + +"I ask only one thing, and I have come hither that I may get it. +It is that you pay me forfeit for that you have lost your wager." + +"My wager, Simon! I call to mind no wager." + +"But I will call it to your mind, and then I will take my payment. +Often have you sworn that you would break my courage. `By my +head!' you have cried to me. `You will crawl at my feet!' and +again: `I will wager my head that I will tame you!' Yes, yes, a +score of times you have said so. In my heart, as I listened, I +have taken up your gage. And now, dog, you have lost and I am +here to claim the forfeit." + +His long heavy sword flew from its sheath. The King, with a howl +of despair, flung his arms round him, and they rolled together +under the table. Aylward sat with a ghastly face, and his toes +curled with horror at the sight, for he was still new to scenes of +strife and his blood was too cold for such a deed. When Simon +rose he tossed something into his bag and sheathed his bloody +sword. + +"Come, Samkin, our work is well done," said he. + +"By my hilt, if I had known what it was I would have been less +ready to come with you," said the archer. "Could you not have +clapped a sword in his fist and let him take his chance in the +hall?" + +"Nay, Samkin, if you had such memories as I, you would have wished +that he should die like a sheep and not like a man. What chance +did he give me when he had the power? And why should I treat him +better? But, Holy Virgin, what have we here?" + +At the farther end of the table a woman was standing. An open +door behind her showed that she had come from the inner room of +the house. By her tall figure the comrades knew that she was the +same that they had already seen. Her face had once been fair, but +now was white and haggard with wild dark eyes full of a hopeless +terror and despair. Slowly she paced up the room, her gaze fixed +not upon the comrades, but upon the dreadful thing beneath the +table. Then as she stooped and was sure she burst into loud +laughter and clapped her hands. + +"Who shall say there is no God?" she cried. "Who shall say that +prayer is unavailing? Great sir, brave sir, let me kiss that +conquering hand!" + +"Nay, nay, dame, stand back! Well, if you must needs have one of +them, take this which is the clean one." + +"It is the other I crave--that which is red with his blood! Oh! +joyful night when my lips have been wet with it! Now I can die in +peace!" + +"We must go, Aylward," said Simon. "In another hour the dawn will +have broken. In daytime a rat could not cross this island and +pass unseen. Come, man, and at once!" + +But Aylward was at the woman's side. "Come with us, fair dame," +said he. "Surely we can, at least, take you from this island, and +no such change can be for the worse." + +"Nay," said she, "the saints in Heaven cannot help me now until +they take me to my rest. There is no place for me in the world +beyond, and all my friends were slain on the day I was taken. +Leave me, brave men, and let me care for myself. Already it +lightens in the east, and black will be your fate if you are +taken. Go, and may the blessing of one who was once a holy nun go +with you and guard you from danger!" + +Sir Robert Knolles was pacing the deck in the early morning, when +he heard the sound of oars, and there were his two night-birds +climbing up the side. + +"So, fellow," said he, "have you had speech with the King of +Sark?" + +"Fair sir, I have seen him." + +"And he has paid his forfeit?" + +"He has paid it, sir!" + +Knolles looked with curiosity at the bag which Simon bore. "What +carry you there?" he asked. + +"The stake that he has lost." + +"What was it then? A goblet? A silver plate?" + +For answer Simon opened his bag and shook it on the deck. + +Sir Robert turned away with a whistle. "'Fore God!" said he, "it +is in my mind that I carry some hard men with me to Brittany." + + + + +XIX. HOW A SQUIRE OF ENGLAND MET A SQUIRE OF FRANCE + + +Sir Robert Knolles with his little fleet had sighted the Breton +coast near Cancale; they had rounded the Point du Grouin, and +finally had sailed past the port of St. Malo and down the long +narrow estuary of the Rance until they were close to the old +walled city of Dinan, which was held by that Montfort faction +whose cause the English had espoused. Here the horses had been +disembarked, the stores were unloaded, and the whole force +encamped outside the city, whilst the leaders waited for news as +to the present state of affairs, and where there was most hope of +honor and profit. + +The whole of France was feeling the effects of that war with +England which had already lasted some ten years, but no Province +was in so dreadful a condition as this unhappy land of Brittany. +In Normandy or Picardy the inroads of the English were periodical +with intervals of rest between; but Brittany was torn asunder by +constant civil war apart from the grapple of the two great +combatants, so that there was no surcease of her sufferings. The +struggle had begun in 1341 through the rival claims of Montfort +and of Blois to the vacant dukedom. England had taken the part of +Montfort, France that of Blois. Neither faction was strong enough +to destroy the other, and so after ten years of continual +fighting, history recorded a long ineffectual list of surprises +and ambushes, of raids and skirmishes, of towns taken and retaken, +of alternate victory and defeat, in which neither party could +claim a supremacy. It mattered nothing that Montfort and Blois +had both disappeared from the scene, the one dead and the other +taken by the English. Their wives caught up the swords which had +dropped from the hands of their lords, and the long struggle went +on even more savagely than before. + +In the south and east the Blois faction held the country, and +Nantes the capital was garrisoned and occupied by a strong French +army. In the north and west the Montfort party prevailed, for the +island kingdom was at their back and always fresh sails broke the +northern sky-line bearing adventurers from over the channel. + +Between these two there lay a broad zone comprising all the center +of the country which was a land of blood and violence, where no +law prevailed save that of the sword. From end to end it was +dotted with castles, some held for one side, some for the other, +and many mere robber strongholds, the scenes of gross and +monstrous deeds, whose brute owners, knowing that they could never +be called to account, made war upon all mankind, and wrung with +rack and with flame the last shilling from all who fell into their +savage hands. The fields had long been untilled. Commerce was +dead. From Rennes in the east to Hennebon in the west, and from +Dinan in the north to Nantes in the south, there was no spot where +a man's life or a woman's honor was safe. Such was the land, full +of darkness and blood, the saddest, blackest spot in Christendom, +into which Knolles and his men were now advancing. + +But there was no sadness in the young heart of Nigel, as he rode +by the side of Knolles at the head of a clump of spears, nor did +it seem to him that Fate had led him into an unduly arduous path. +On the contrary, he blessed the good fortune which had sent him +into so delightful a country, and it seemed to him as he listened +to dreadful stories of robber barons, and looked round at the +black scars of war which lay branded upon the fair faces of the +hills, that no hero of romances or trouveur had ever journeyed +through such a land of promise, with so fair a chance of knightly +venture and honorable advancement. + +The Red Ferret was one deed toward his vow. Surely a second, and +perhaps a better, was to be found somewhere upon this glorious +countryside. He had borne himself as the others had in the +sea-fight, and could not count it to his credit where he had done +no more than mere duty. Something beyond this was needed for such +a deed as could be laid at the feet of the Lady Mary. But surely +it was to be found here in fermenting war-distracted Brittany. +Then with two done it would be strange if he could not find +occasion for that third one, which would complete his service and +set him free to look her in the face once more. With the great +yellow horse curveting beneath him, his Guildford armor gleaming +in the sun, his sword clanking against his stirrup-iron, and his +father's tough ash-spear in his hand, he rode with a light heart +and a smiling face, looking eagerly to right and to left for any +chance which his good Fate might send. + +The road from Dinan to Caulnes, along which the small army was +moving, rose and dipped over undulating ground, with a bare marshy +plain upon the left where the river Rance ran down to the sea, +while upon the right lay a wooded country with a few wretched +villages, so poor and sordid that they had nothing with which to +tempt the spoiler. The peasants had left them at the first +twinkle of a steel cap, and lurked at the edges of the woods, +ready in an instant to dive into those secret recesses known only +to themselves. These creatures suffered sorely at the hands of +both parties, but when the chance came they revenged their wrongs +on either in a savage way which brought fresh brutalities upon +their heads. + +The new-comers soon had a chance of seeing to what lengths they +would go, for in the roadway near to Caulnes they came upon an +English man-at-arms who had been waylaid and slain by them. How +they had overcome him could not be told, but how they had slain +him within his armor was horribly apparent, for they had carried +such a rock as eight men could lift, and had dropped it upon him +as he lay, so that he was spread out in his shattered case like a +crab beneath a stone. Many a fist was shaken at the distant woods +and many a curse hurled at those who haunted them, as the column +of scowling soldiers passed the murdered man, whose badge of the +Molene cross showed him to have been a follower of that House of +Bentley, whose head, Sir Walter, was at that time leader of the +British forces in the country. + +Sir Robert Knolles had served in Brittany before, and he marshaled +his men on the march with the skill and caution of the veteran +soldier, the man who leaves as little as possible to chance, +having too steadfast a mind to heed the fool who may think him +overcautious. He had recruited a number of bowmen and men-at-arms +at Dinan; so that his following was now close upon five hundred +men. In front under his own leadership were fifty mounted +lancers, fully armed and ready for any sudden attack. Behind them +on foot came the archers, and a second body of mounted men closed +up the rear. Out upon either flank moved small bodies of cavalry, +and a dozen scouts, spread fanwise, probed every gorge and dingle +in front of the column. So for three days he moved slowly down +the Southern Road. + +Sir Thomas Percy and Sir James Astley had ridden to the head of +the column, and Knolles conferred with them as they marched +concerning the plan of their campaign. Percy and Astley were +young and hot-headed with wild visions of dashing deeds and knight +errantry, but Knolles with cold, clear brain and purpose of iron +held ever his object in view. + +"By the holy Dunstan and all the saints of Lindisfarne!" cried the +fiery Borderer, "it goes to my heart to ride forward when there +are such honorable chances on either side of us. Have I not heard +that the French are at Evran beyond the river, and is it not sooth +that yonder castle, the towers of which I see above the woods, is +in the hands of a traitor, who is false to his liege lord of +Montford? There is little profit to be gained upon this road, for +the folk seem to have no heart for war. Had we ventured as far +over the marches of Scotland as we now are in Brittany, we should +not have lacked some honorable venture or chance of winning +worship." + +"You say truth, Thomas," cried Astley, a red-faced and choleric +young man. "It is well certain that the French will not come to +us, and surely it is the more needful that we go to them. In +sooth, any soldier who sees us would smile that we should creep +for three days along this road as though a thousand dangers lay +before us, when we have but poor broken peasants to deal with." + +But Robert Knolles shook his head. "We know not what are in these +woods, or behind these hills," said he, "and when I know nothing +it is my wont to prepare for the worst which may befall. It is +but prudence so to do." + +"Your enemies might find some harsher name for it," said Astley +with a sneer. "Nay, you need not think to scare me by glaring at +me, Sir Robert, nor will your ill-pleasure change my thoughts. I +have faced fiercer eyes than thine, and I have not feared." + +"Your speech, Sir James, is neither courteous nor good," said +Knolles, "and if I were a free man I would cram your words down +your throat with the point of my dagger. But I am here to lead +these men in profit and honor, not to quarrel with every fool who +has not the wit to understand how soldiers should be led. Can you +not see that if I make attempts here and there, as you would have +me do, I shall have weakened my strength before I come to that +part where it can best be spent?" + +"And where is that?" asked Percy. "'Fore God, Astley, it is in my +mind that we ride with one who knows more of war than you or I, +and that we would be wise to be guided by his rede. Tell us then +what is in your mind." + +"Thirty miles from here," said Knolles, "there is, as I am told, a +fortalice named Ploermel, and within it is one Bambro', an +Englishman, with a good garrison. No great distance from him is +the Castle of Josselin where dwells Robert of Beaumanoir with a +great following of Bretons. It is my intention that we should +join Bambro', and so be in such strength that we may throw +ourselves upon Josselin, and by taking it become the masters of +all mid-Brittany, and able to make head against the Frenchmen in +the south." + +"Indeed I think that you can do no better," said Percy heartily, +"and I swear to you on jeopardy of my soul that I will stand by +you in the matter! I doubt not that when we come deep into their +land they will draw together and do what they may to make head +against us; but up to now I swear by all the saints of Lindisfarne +that I should have seen more war in a summer's day in Liddesdale +or at the Forest of Jedburgh than any that Brittany has shown us. +But see, yonder horsemen are riding in. They are our own +hobblers, are they not? And who are these who are lashed to their +stirrups?" + +A small troop of mounted bowmen had ridden out of an oak grove +upon the left of the road. They trotted up to where the three +knights had halted. Two wretched peasants whose wrists had been +tied to their leathers came leaping and straining beside the +horses in their effort not to be dragged off their feet. One was +a tall, gaunt, yellow-haired man, the other short and swarthy, but +both so crusted with dirt, so matted and tangled and ragged, that +they were more like beasts of the wood than human beings. + +"What is this?" asked Knolles. "Have I not ordered you to leave +the countryfolk at peace?" + +The leader of the archers, old Wat of Carlisle, held up a sword, a +girdle and a dagger. "If it please you, fair sir," said he, "I +saw the glint of these, and I thought them no fit tools for hands +which were made for the spade and the plow. But when we had +ridden them down and taken them, there was the Bentley cross upon +each, and we knew that they had belonged to yonder dead Englishman +upon the road. Surely then, these are two of the villains who +have slain him, and it is right that we do justice upon them." + +Sure enough, upon sword, girdle and dagger shone the silver Molene +cross which had gleamed on the dead man's armor. Knolles looked +at them and then at the prisoners with a face of stone. At the +sight of those fell eyes they had dropped with inarticulate howls +upon their knees, screaming out their protests in a tongue which +none could understand. + +"We must have the roads safe for wandering Englishmen," said +Knolles. "These men must surely die. Hang them to yonder tree." + +He pointed to a live-oak by the roadside, and rode onward upon his +way in converse with his fellow-knights. But the old bowman had +ridden after him. + +"If it please you, Sir Robert, the bowmen would fain put these men +to death in their own fashion," said he. + +"So that they die, I care not how," Knolles answered carelessly, +and looked back no more. + +Human life was cheap in those stern days when the footmen of a +stricken army or the crew of a captured ship were slain without +any question or thought of mercy by the victors. War was a rude +game with death for the stake, and the forfeit was always claimed +on the one side and paid on the other without doubt or hesitation. +Only the knight might be spared, since his ransom made him worth +more alive than dead. To men trained in such a school, with death +forever hanging over their own heads, it may be well believed that +the slaying of two peasant murderers was a small matter. + +And yet there was special reason why upon this occasion the bowmen +wished to keep the deed in their own hands. Ever since their +dispute aboard the Basilisk, there had been ill-feeling betwixt +Bartholomew the old bald-headed bowyer, and long Ned Widdington +the Dalesman, which had ended in a conflict at Dinan, in which not +only they, but a dozen of their friends had been laid upon the +cobble-stones. The dispute raged round their respective knowledge +and skill with the bow, and now some quick wit amongst the +soldiers had suggested a grim fashion in which it should be put to +the proof, once for all, which could draw the surer shaft. + +A thick wood lay two hundred paces from the road upon which the +archers stood. A stretch of smooth grassy sward lay between. The +two peasants were led out fifty yards from the road, with their +faces toward the wood. There they stood, held on a leash, and +casting many a wondering frightened glance over their shoulders at +the preparations which were being made behind them. + +Old Bartholomew and the big Yorkshireman had stepped out of the +ranks and stood side by side each with his strung bow in his left +hand and a single arrow in his right. With care they had drawn on +and greased their shooting-gloves and fastened their bracers. +They plucked and cast up a few blades of grass to measure the +wind, examined every small point of their tackle, turned their +sides to the mark, and Widened their feet in a firmer stance. +From all sides came chaff and counsel from their comrades. + +"A three-quarter wind, bowyer!" cried one. "Aim a body's breadth +to the right!" + +"But not thy body's breadth, bowyer," laughed another. "Else may +you be overwide." + +"Nay, this wind will scarce turn a well-drawn shaft," said a third. +"Shoot dead upon him and you will be clap in the clout." + +"Steady, Ned, for the good name of the Dales," cried a Yorkshireman. +"Loose easy and pluck not, or I am five crowns the poorer man." + +"A week's pay on Bartholomew!" shouted another. "Now, old +fat-pate, fail me not!" + +"Enough, enough! Stint your talk!" cried the old bowman, Wat of +Carlisle. "Were your shafts as quick as your tongues there would +be no facing you. Do you shoot upon the little one, Bartholomew, +and you, Ned, upon the other. Give them law until I cry the word, +then loose in your own fashion and at your own time. Are you +ready! Hola, there, Hayward, Beddington, let them run!" + +The leashes were torn away, and the two men, stooping their heads, +ran madly for the shelter of the wood amid such a howl from the +archers as beaters may give when the hare starts from its form. +The two bowmen, each with his arrow drawn to the pile, stood like +russet statues, menacing, motionless, their eager eyes fixed upon +the fugitives, their bow-staves rising slowly as the distance +between them lengthened. The Bretons were half-way to the wood, +and still Old Wat was silent. It may have been mercy or it may +have been mischief, but at least the chase should have a fair +chance of life. At six score paces he turned his grizzled head at +last. + +"Loose!" he cried. + +At the word the Yorkshireman's bow-string twanged. It was not for +nothing that he had earned the name of being one of the deadliest +archers of the North and had twice borne away the silver arrow of +Selby. Swift and true flew the fatal shaft and buried itself to +the feather in the curved back of the long yellow-haired peasant. +Without a sound he fell upon his face and lay stone-dead upon the +grass, the one short white plume between his dark shoulders to +mark where Death had smote him. + +The Yorkshireman threw his bowstave into the air and danced in +triumph, whilst his comrades roared their fierce delight in a +shout of applause, which changed suddenly into a tempest of +hooting and of laughter. + +The smaller peasant, more cunning, than his comrade, had run more +slowly, but with many a backward glance. He had marked his +companion's fate and had waited with keen eyes until he saw the +bowyer loose his string. At the moment he had thrown himself flat +upon the grass and had heard the arrow scream above him,--and seen +it quiver in the turf beyond. Instantly he had sprung to his feet +again and amid wild whoops and halloos from the bowmen had made +for the shelter of the wood. Now he had reached it, and ten score +good paces separated him from the nearest of his persecutors. +Surely they could not reach him here. With the tangled brushwood +behind him he was as safe as a rabbit at the mouth of his burrow. +In the joy of his heart he must needs dance in derision and snap +his fingers at the foolish men who had let him slip. He threw +back his head, howling at them like a dog, and at the instant an +arrow struck him full in the throat and laid him dead among the +bracken. There was a hush of surprised silence and then a loud +cheer burst from the archers. + +"By the rood of Beverley!" cried old Wat, "I have not seen a finer +roving shaft this many a year. In my own best day I could not +have bettered it. Which of you loosed it?" + +"It was Aylward of Tilford--Samkin Aylward," cried a score of +voices, and the bowman, flushed at his own fame, was pushed to the +front. + +"Indeed I would that it had been at a nobler mark," said he. "He +might have gone free for me, but I could not keep my fingers from +the string when he turned to jeer at us." + +"I see well that you are indeed a master-bowman," said old Wat, +"and it is comfort to my soul to think that if I fall I leave such +a man behind me to hold high the credit of our craft. Now gather +your shafts and on, for Sir Robert awaits us on the brow of the +hill." + +All day Knolles and his men marched through the same wild and +deserted country, inhabited only by these furtive creatures, hares +to the strong and wolves to the weak, who hovered in the shadows +of the wood. Ever and anon upon the tops of the hills they caught +a glimpse of horsemen who watched them from a distance and +vanished when approached. Sometimes bells rang an alarm from +villages amongst the hills, and twice they passed castles which +drew up their drawbridges at their approach and lined their walls +with hooting soldiers as they passed. The Englishmen gathered a +few oxen and sheep from the pastures of each, but Knolles had no +mind to break his strength upon stone walls, and so he went upon +his way. + +Once at St. Meen they passed a great nunnery, girt with a high +gray lichened wall, an oasis of peace in this desert of war, the +black-robed nuns basking in the sun or working in the gardens, +with the strong gentle hand of Holy Church shielding them ever +from evil. The archers doffed caps to them as they passed, for +the boldest and roughest dared not cross that line guarded by the +dire ban and blight which was the one only force in the whole +steel-ridden earth which could stand betwixt the weakling and the +spoiler. + +The little army halted at St. Meen and cooked its midday meal. It +had gathered into its ranks again and was about to start, when +Knolles drew Nigel to one side. + +"Nigel," said he, "it seems to me that I have seldom set eyes upon +a horse which hath more power and promise of speed than this great +beast of thine." + +"It is indeed a noble steed, fair sir," said Nigel. Betwixt him +and his young leader there had sprung up great affection and +respect since the day that they set foot in the Basilisk. + +"It will be the better if you stretch his limbs, for he grows +overheavy," said the knight. "Now mark me, Nigel! Yonder betwixt +the ash-tree and the red rock what do you see on the side of the +far hill?" + +"There is a white dot upon it. Surely it is a horse." + +"I have marked it all morning, Nigel. This horseman has kept ever +upon our flank, spying upon us or waiting to make some attempt +upon us. Now I should be right glad to have a prisoner, for it is +my wish to know something of this country-side, and these peasants +can speak neither French nor English. I would have you linger +here in hiding when we go forward. This man will still follow us. +When he does so, yonder wood will lie betwixt you and him. Do you +ride round it and come upon him from behind. There is broad plain +upon his left, and we will cut him off upon the right. If your +horse be indeed the swifter, then you cannot fail to take him." + +Nigel had already sprung down and was tightening Pommers' girth. + +"Nay, there is no need of haste, for you cannot start until we are +two miles upon our way. And above all I pray you, Nigel, none of +your knight-errant ways. It is this roan that I want, him and the +news that he can bring me. Think little of your own advancement +and much of the needs of the army. When you get him, ride +westwards upon the sun, and you cannot fail to find the road." + +Nigel waited with Pommers under the shadow of the nunnery wall, +horse and man chafing with impatience, whilst above them six +round-eyed innocent nun-faces looked down on this strange and +disturbing vision from the outer world. At last the long column +wound itself out of sight round a curve of the road, and the white +dot was gone from the bare green flank of the hill. Nigel bowed +his steel head to the nuns, gave his bridle a shake, and bounded +off upon his welcome mission. The round-eyed sisters saw yellow +horse and twinkling man sweep round the skirt of the wood, caught +a last glimmer of him through the tree-trunks, and paced slowly +back to their pruning and their planting, their minds filled with +the beauty and the terror of that outer world beyond the high gray +lichen-mottled wall. + +Everything fell out even as Knolles had planned. As Nigel rounded +the oak forest, there upon the farther side of it, with only good +greensward between, was the rider upon the white horse. Already +he was so near that Nigel could see him clearly, a young cavalier, +proud in his bearing, clad in purple silk tunic with a red curling +feather in his low black cap. He wore no armor, but his sword +gleamed at his side. He rode easily and carelessly, as one who +cares for no man, and his eyes were forever fixed upon the English +soldiers on the road. So intent was he upon them that he gave no +thought to his own safety, and it was only when the low thunder of +the great horse's hoofs broke upon his ears that he turned in his +saddle, looked very coolly and steadily at Nigel, then gave his +own bridle a shake and darted off, swift as a hawk, toward the +hills upon the left. + +Pommers had met his match that day. The white horse, two parts +Arab, bore the lighter weight, since Nigel was clad in full armor. +For five miles over the open neither gained a hundred yards upon +the other. They had topped the hill and flew down the farther +side, the stranger continually turning in his saddle to have a +look at his pursuer. There was no panic in his flight, but rather +the amused rivalry with which a good horseman who is proud of his +mount contends with one who has challenged him. Below the hill +was a marshy plain, studded with great Druidic stones, some +prostrate, some erect, some bearing others across their tops like +the huge doors of some vanished building. A path ran through the +marsh with green rushes as a danger signal on either side of it. +Across this path many of the huge stones were lying, but the white +horse cleared them in its stride and Pommers followed close upon +his heels. Then came a mile of soft ground where the lighter +weight again drew to the front, but it ended in a dry upland and +once again Nigel gained. A sunken road crossed it, but the white +cleared it with a mighty spring, and again the yellow followed. +Two small hills lay before them with a narrow gorge of deep bushes +between. Nigel saw the white horse bounding chest-deep amid the +underwood. + +Next instant its hind legs were high in the air, and the rider had +been shot from its back. A howl of triumph rose from amidst the +bushes, and a dozen wild figures armed with club and with spear, +rushed upon the prostrate man. + +"A moi, Anglais, a moi!" cried a voice, and Nigel saw the young +rider stagger to his feet, strike round him with his sword, and +then fall once more before the rush of his assailants. + +There was a comradeship among men of gentle blood and bearing +which banded them together against all ruffianly or unchivalrous +attack. These rude fellows were no soldiers. Their dress and +arms, their uncouth cries and wild assault, marked them as +banditti--such men as had slain the Englishman upon the road. +Waiting in narrow gorges with a hidden rope across the path, they +watched for the lonely horseman as a fowler waits by his +bird-trap, trusting that they could overthrow the steed and then +slay the rider ere he had recovered from his fall. + +Such would have been the fate of the stranger, as of so many +cavaliers before him, had Nigel not chanced to be close upon his +heels. In an instant Pommers had burst through the group who +struck at the prostrate man, and in another two of the robbers had +fallen before Nigel's sword. A spear rang on his breastplate, but +one blow shore off its head, and a second that of him who held it. +In vain they thrust at the steel-girt man. His sword played round +them like lightning, and the fierce horse ramped and swooped above +them with pawing iron-shod hoofs and eyes of fire. With cries and +shrieks they flew off to right and left amidst the bushes, +springing over boulders and darting under branches where no +horseman could follow them. The foul crew had gone as swiftly and +suddenly as it had come, and save for four ragged figures littered +amongst the trampled bushes, no sign remaining of their passing. + +Nigel tethered Pommers to a thorn-bush and then turned his +attention to the injured man. The white horse had regained his +feet and stood whinnying gently as he looked down on his prostrate +master. A heavy blow, half broken by his sword, had beaten him +down and left a great raw bruise upon his forehead. But a stream +gurgled through the gorge, and a capful of water dashed over his +face brought the senses back to the injured man. He was a mere +stripling, with the delicate features of a woman, and a pair of +great violet-blue eyes which looked up presently with a puzzled +stare into Nigel's face. + +"Who are you?" he asked. "Ah yes! I call you to mind. You are +the young Englishman who chased me on the great yellow horse. By +our Lady of Rocamadour whose vernicle is round my neck! I could +not have believed that any horse could have kept at the heels of +Charlemagne so long. But I will wager you a hundred crowns, +Englishman, that I lead you over a five-mile course." + +"Nay," said Nigel, "we will wait till you can back a horse ere we +talk of racing it. I am Nigel of Tilford, of the family of +Loring, a squire by rank and the son of a knight. How are you +called, young sir?" + +"I also am a squire by rank and the son of a knight. I am Raoul +de la Roche Pierre de Bras, whose father writes himself Lord of +Grosbois, a free vavasor of the noble Count of Toulouse, with the +right of fossa and of furca, the high justice, the middle and the +low." He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Englishman, you have saved +my life as I would have saved yours, had I seen such yelping dogs +set upon a man of blood and of coat-armor. But now I am yours, +and what is your sweet will?" + +"When you are fit to ride, you will come back with me to my +people." + +"Alas! I feared that you would say so. Had I taken you, Nigel-- +that is your name, is it not?--had I taken you, I would not have +acted thus." + +"How then would you have ordered things?" asked Nigel, much taken +with the frank and debonair manner of his captive. + +"I would not have taken advantage of such a mischance as has +befallen me which has put me in your power. I would give you a +sword and beat you in fair fight, so that I might send you to give +greeting to my dear lady and show her the deeds which I do for her +fair sake." + +"Indeed, your words are both good and fair," said Nigel. "By +Saint Paul! I cannot call to mind that I have ever met a man who +bore himself better. But since I am in my armor and you without, +I see not how we can debate the matter." + +"Surely, gentle Nigel, you could doff your armor." + +"Then have I only my underclothes." + +"Nay, there shall be no unfairness there, for I also will very +gladly strip to my underclothes." + +Nigel looked wistfully at the Frenchman; but he shook his head. +"Alas! it may not be," said he. "The last words that Sir Robert +said to me were that I was to bring you to his side, for he would +have speech with you. Would that I could do what you ask, for I +also have a fair lady to whom I would fain send you. What use are +you to me, Raoul, since I have gained no honor in the taking of +you? How is it with you now?" + +The young Frenchman had risen to his feet. "Do not take my +sword," he said. "I am yours, rescue or no rescue. I think now +that I could mount my horse, though indeed my head still rings +like a cracked bell." + +Nigel had lost all traces of his comrades; but he remembered Sir +Robert's words that he should ride upon the sun with the certainty +that sooner or later he would strike upon the road. As they +jogged slowly along over undulating hills, the Frenchman shook off +his hurt and the two chatted merrily together. + +"I had but just come from France," said he, "and I had hoped to +win honor in this country, for I have ever heard that the English +are very hardy men and excellent people to fight with. My mules +and my baggage are at Evran; but I rode forth to see what I could +see, and I chanced upon your army moving down the road, so I +coasted it in the hopes of some profit or adventure. Then you +came after me and I would have given all the gold goblets upon my +father's table if I had my harness so that I could have turned +upon you. I have promised the Countess Beatrice that I will send +her an Englishman or two to kiss her hands." + +"One might perchance have a worse fate," said Nigel. "Is this +fair dame your betrothed?" + +"She is my love," answered the Frenchman. "We are but waiting for +the Count to be slain in the wars, and then we mean to marry. And +this lady of thine, Nigel? I would that I could see her." + +"Perchance you shall, fair sir," said Nigel, "for all that I have +seen of you fills me with desire to go further with you. It is in +my mind that we might turn this thing to profit and to honor, for +when Sir Robert has spoken with you, I am free to do with you as I +will." + +"And what will you do, Nigel?" + +"We shall surely try some small deed upon each other, so that +either I shall see the Lady Beatrice, or you the Lady Mary. Nay, +thank me not, for like yourself, I have come to this country in +search of honor, and I know not where I may better find it than at +the end of your sword-point. My good lord and master, Sir John +Chandos, has told me many times that never yet did he meet French +knight nor squire that he did not find great pleasure and profit +from their company, and now I very clearly see that he has spoken +the truth." + +For an hour these two friends rode together, the Frenchman pouring +forth the praises of his lady, whose glove he produced from one +pocket, her garter from his vest, and her shoe from his +saddle-bag. She was blond, and when he heard that Mary was dark, +he would fain stop then and there to fight the question of color. +He talked too of his great chateau at Lauta, by the head waters of +the pleasant Garonne; of the hundred horses in the stables, the +seventy hounds in the kennels, the fifty hawks in the mews. His +English friend should come there when the wars were over, and what +golden days would be theirs! Nigel too, with his English coldness +thawing before this young sunbeam of the South, found himself +talking of the heather slopes of Surrey, of the forest of Woolmer, +even of the sacred chambers of Cosford. + +But as they rode onward towards the sinking sun, their thoughts +far away in their distant homes, their horses striding together, +there came that which brought their minds back in an instant to +the perilous hillsides of Brittany. + +It was the long blast of a trumpet blown from somewhere on the +farther side of a ridge toward which they were riding. A second +long-drawn note from a distance answered it. + +"It is your camp," said the Frenchman. + +"Nay," said Nigel; "we have pipes with us and a naker or two, but +I have heard no trumpet-call from our ranks. It behooves us to +take heed, for we know not what may be before us. Ride this way, +I pray you, that we may look over and yet be ourselves unseen." + +Some scattered boulders crowned the height, and from behind them +the two young Squires could see the long rocky valley beyond. +Upon a knoll was a small square building with a battlement round +it. Some distance from it towered a great dark castle, as massive +as the rocks on which it stood, with one strong keep at the +corner, and four long lines of machicolated walls. Above, a great +banner flew proudly in the wind, with some device which glowed red +in the setting sun. Nigel shaded his eyes and stared with +wrinkled brow. + +"It is not the arms of England, nor yet the lilies of France, nor +is it the ermine of Brittany," said he. "He who holds this castle +fights for his own hand, since his own device flies above it. +Surely it is a head gules on an argent field." + +"The bloody head on a silver tray!" cried the Frenchman. "Was I +not warned against him? This is not a man, friend Nigel. It is a +monster who wars upon English, French and all Christendom. Have +you not heard of the Butcher of La Brohiniere?" + +"Nay, I have not heard of him." + +"His name is accursed in France. Have I not been told also that +he put to death this very year Gilles de St. Pol, a friend of the +English King?" + +"Yes, in very truth it comes back to my mind now that I heard +something of this matter in Calais before we started." + +"Then there he dwells, and God guard you if ever you pass under +yonder portal, for no prisoner has ever come forth alive! Since +these wars began he hath been a king to himself, and the plunder +of eleven years lies in yonder cellars. How can justice come to +him, when no man knows who owns the land? But when we have packed +you all back to your island, by the Blessed Mother of God, we have +a heavy debt to pay to the man who dwells in yonder pile!" + +But even as they watched, the trumpet-call burst forth once more. +It came not from the castle but from the farther end of the +valley. It was answered by a second call from the walls. Then in +a long, straggling line there came a wild troop of marauders +streaming homeward from some foray. In the van, at the head of a +body of spearmen, rode a tall and burly man, clad in brazen armor, +so that he shone like a golden image in the slanting rays of the +sun. His helmet had been loosened from his gorget and was held +before him on his horse's neck. A great tangled beard flowed over +his breastplate, and his hair hung down as far behind. A squire +at his elbow bore high the banner of the bleeding head. Behind +the spearmen were a line of heavily laden mules, and on either +side of them a drove of poor country folk, who were being herded +into the castle. Lastly came a second strong troop of mounted +spearmen, who conducted a score or more of prisoners who marched +together in a solid body. + +Nigel stared at them and then, springing on his horse, he urged it +along the shelter of the ridge so as to reach unseen a spot which +was close to the castle gate. He had scarce taken up his new +position when the cavalcade reached the drawbridge, and amid yells +of welcome from those upon the wall, filed in a thin line across +it. Nigel stared hard once more at the prisoners in the rear, and +so absorbed was he by the sight that he had passed the rocks and +was standing sheer upon the summit. + +"By Saint Paul!" he cried, "it must indeed be so. I see their +russet jackets. They are English archers!" + +As he spoke, the hindmost one, a strongly built, broad-shouldered +man, looked round and saw the gleaming figure above him upon the +hill, with open helmet, and the five roses glowing upon his +breast. With a sweep of his hands he had thrust his guardians +aside and for a moment was clear of the throng. + +"Squire Loring! Squire Loring!" he cried. "It is I, Aylward the +archer! It is I, Samkin Aylward!" The next minute a dozen hands +had seized him, his cries were muffled with a gag, and he was +hurled, the last of the band, through the black and threatening +archway of the gate. Then with a clang the two iron wings came +together, the portcullis swung upward, and captives and captors, +robbers and booty, were all swallowed up within the grim and +silent fortress. + + + + +XX. HOW THE ENGLISH ATTEMPTED THE CASTLE OF LA BROHINIERE + + +For some minutes Nigel remained motionless upon the crest of the +hill, his heart, like lead within him, and his eyes fixed upon the +huge gray walls which contained his unhappy henchman. He was +roused by a sympathetic hand upon his shoulder and the voice of +his young prisoner in his ear. + +"Peste!" said he. "They have some of your birds in their cage, +have they not? What then, my friend? Keep your heart high! Is +it not the chance of war, to-day to them, to-morrow to thee, and +death at last for us all? And yet I had rather they were in any +hands than those of Oliver the Butcher." + +"By Saint Paul, we cannot suffer it!" cried Nigel distractedly. +"This man has come with me from my own home. He has stood between +me and death before now. It goes to my very heart that he should +call upon me in vain. I pray you, Raoul, to use your wits, for +mine are all curdled in my head. Tell me what I should do and how +I may bring him help." + +The Frenchman shrugged his shoulders. "As easy to get a lamb +unscathed out of a wolves' lair as a prisoner safe from La +Brohiniere. Nay, Nigel, whither do you go? Have you indeed taken +leave of your wits?" + +The Squire had spurred his horse down the hillside and never +halted until he was within a bowshot of the gate. The French +prisoner followed hard behind him, with a buzz of reproaches and +expostulations. + +"You are mad, Nigel!" he cried. "What do you hope to do then? +Would you carry the castle with your own hands? Halt, man, halt, +in the name of the Virgin!" + +But Nigel had no plan in his head and only obeyed the fevered +impulse to do something to ease his thoughts. He paced his horse +up and down, waving his spear, and shouting insults and challenges +to the garrison. Over the high wall a hundred jeering faces +looked down upon him. So rash and wild was his action that it +seemed to those within to mean some trap, so the drawbridge was +still held high and none ventured forth to seize him. A few +long-range arrows pattered on the rocks, and then with a deep +booming sound a huge stone, hurled from a mangonel, sang over the +head of the two Squires and crushed into splinters amongst the +boulders behind them. The Frenchman seized Nigel's bridle and +forced him farther from the gateway. + +"By the dear Virgin!" he cried, "I care not to have those pebbles +about my ears, yet I cannot go back alone, so it is very clear, +my crazy comrade, that you must come also. Now we are beyond +their reach! But see, my friend Nigel, who are those who crown +the height?" + +The sun had sunk behind the western ridge, but the glowing sky was +fringed at its lower edge by a score of ruddy twinkling points. A +body of horsemen showed hard and black upon the bare hill. Then +they dipped down the slope into the valley, whilst a band of +footmen followed behind. + +"They are my people," cried Nigel joyously. "Come, my friend, +hasten, that we may take counsel what we shall do." + +Sir Robert Knolles rode a bowshot in front of his men, and his +brow was as black as night. Beside him, with crestfallen face, +his horse bleeding, his armor dinted and soiled, was the +hot-headed knight, Sir James Astley. A fierce discussion raged +between them. + +"I have done my devoir as best I might," said Astley. "Alone I +had ten of them at my sword-point. I know not how I have lived to +tell it." + +"What is your devoir to me? Where are my thirty bowmen?" cried +Knolles in bitter wrath. "Ten lie dead upon the ground and twenty +are worse than dead in yonder castle. And all because you must +needs show all men how bold you are, and ride into a bushment such +as a child could see. Alas for my own folly that ever I should +have trusted such a one as you with the handling of men!" + +"By God, Sir Robert, you shall answer to me for those words!" +cried Astley with a choking voice. "Never has a man dared to +speak to me as you have done this day." + +"As long as I hold the King's order I shall be master, and by the +Lord I will hang you, James, on a near tree if I have further +cause of offense! How now, Nigel? I see by yonder white horse +that you at least have not failed me. I will speak with you anon. +Percy, bring up your men, and let us gather round this castle, +for, as I hope for my soul's salvation, I win not leave it until I +have my archers, or the head of him who holds them." + +That night the English lay thick round the fortress of La +Brohiniere so that none might come forth from it. But if none +could come forth it was hard to see how any could win their way +in, for it was full of men, the walls were high and strong, and a +deep dry ditch girt it round. But the hatred and fear which its +master had raised over the whole country-side could now be plainly +seen, for during the night the brushwood men and the villagers +came in from all parts with offers of such help as they could give +for the intaking of the castle. Knolles set them cutting bushes +and tying them into fagots. When morning came he rode out before +the wall and he held counsel with his knights and squires as to +how he should enter in. + +"By noon," said he, "we shall have so many fagots that we may make +our way over the ditch. Then we will beat in the gates and so win +a footing." + +The young Frenchman had come with Nigel to the conference, and +now, amid the silence which followed the leader's proposal, he +asked if he might be heard. He was clad in the brazen armor which +Nigel had taken from the Red Ferret. + +"It may be that it is not for me to join in your counsel," said +he, "seeing that I am a prisoner and a Frenchman. But this man is +the enemy of all, and we of France owe him a debt even as you do, +since many a good Frenchman has died in his cellars. For this +reason I crave to be heard." + +"We will hear you," said Knolles. + +"I have come from Evran yesterday," said he. "Sir Henry +Spinnefort, Sir Peter La Roye and many other brave knights and +squires lie there, with a good company of men, all of whom would +very gladly join with you to destroy this butcher and his castle, +for it is well known amongst us that his deeds are neither good +nor fair. There are also bombards which we could drag over the +hills, and so beat down this iron gate. If you so order it I will +ride to Evran and bring my companions back with me." + +"Indeed, Robert," said Percy, "it is in my mind that this +Frenchman speaks very wisely and well." + +"And when we have taken the castle--what then?" asked Knolles. + +"Then you could go upon your way, fair sir, and we upon ours. Or +if it please you better you could draw together on yonder hill and +we on this one, so that the valley lies between us. Then if any +cavalier wished to advance himself or to shed a vow and exalt his +lady, an opening might be found for him. Surely it would be shame +if so many brave men drew together and no small deed were to come +of it." + +Nigel clasped his captive's hand to show his admiration and +esteem, but Knolles shook his head. + +"Things are not ordered thus, save in the tales of the minstrels," +said he. "I have no wish that your people at Evran should know +our numbers or our plans. I am not in this land for knight +errantry, but I am here to make head against the King's enemies. +Has no one aught else to say?" + +Percy pointed to the small outlying fortalice upon the knoll, on +which also flew the flag of the bloody head. "This smaller +castle, Robert, is of no great strength and cannot hold more than +fifty men. It is built, as I conceive it, that no one should +seize the high ground and shoot down into the other. Why should +we not turn all our strength upon it, since it is the weaker of +the twain?" + +But again the young leader shook his head. "If I should take it," +said he, "I am still no nearer to my desire, nor will it avail me +in getting back my bowmen. It may cost a score of men, and what +profit shall I have from it? Had I bombards, I might place them +on yonder hill, but having none it is of little use to me." + +"It may be," said Nigel, "that they have scant food or water, and +so must come forth to fight us." + +"I have made inquiry of the peasants," Knolles answered, "and they +are of one mind that there is a well within the castle, and good +store of food. Nay, gentlemen, there is no way before us save to +take it by arms, and no spot where we can attempt it save through +the great gate. Soon we will have so many fagots that we can cast +them down into the ditch, and so win our way across. I have +ordered them to cut a pine-tree on the hill and shear the branches +so that we may beat down the gate with it. But what is now amiss, +and why do they run forward to the castle?" + +A buzz had risen from the soldiers in the camp, and they all +crowded in one direction, rushing toward the castle wall. The +knights and squires rode after them, and when in view of the main +gate, the cause of the disturbance lay before them. On the tower +above the portal three men were standing in the garb of English +archers, ropes round their necks and their hands bound behind +them. Their comrades surged below them with cries of recognition +and of pity. + +"It is Ambrose!" cried one. "Surely it is Ambrose of Ingleton." + +"Yes, in truth, I see his yellow hair. And the other, him with +the beard, it is Lockwood of Skipton. Alas for his wife who keeps +the booth by the bridge-head of Ribble! I wot not who the third +may be." + +"It is little Johnny Alspaye, the youngest man in the company," +cried old Wat, with the tears running down his cheeks, "'Twas I +who brought him from his home. Alas! Alas! Foul fare the day +that ever I coaxed him from his mother's side that he might perish +in a far land." + +There was a sudden flourish of a trumpet and the drawbridge fell. +Across it strode a portly man with a faded herald's coat. He +halted warily upon the farther side and his voice boomed like a +drum. "I would speak with your leader." he cried. + +Knolles rode forward. + +"Have I your knightly word that I may advance unscathed with all +courteous entreaty as befits a herald?" + +Knolles nodded his head. + +The man came slowly and pompously forward. "I am the messenger +and liege servant," said he, "of the high baron, Oliver de St. +Yvon, Lord of La Brohiniere. He bids me to say that if you +continue your journey and molest him no further he will engage +upon his part to make no further attack upon you. As to the men +whom he holds, he will enroll them in his own honorable service, +for he has need of longbowmen, and has heard much of their skill. +But if you constrain him or cause him further displeasure by +remaining before his castle he hereby gives you warning that he +will hang these three men over his gateway and every morning +another three until all have been slain. This he has sworn upon +the rood of Calvary, and as he has said so he will do upon +jeopardy of his soul." + +Robert Knolles looked grimly at the messenger. "You may thank the +saints that you have had my promise," said he, "else would I have +stripped that lying tabard from thy back and the skin beneath it +from thy bones, that thy master might have a fitting answer to his +message. Tell him that I hold him and all that are within his +castle as hostage for the lives of my men, and that should he dare +to do them scathe he and every man that is with him shall hang +upon his battlements. Go, and go quickly, lest my patience fail." + +There was that in Knolles' cold gray eyes and in his manner of +speaking those last words which sent the portly envoy back at a +quicker gait than he had come. As he vanished into the gloomy +arch of the gateway the drawbridge swung up with creak and rattle +behind him. + +A few minutes later a rough-bearded fellow stepped out over the +portal where the condemned archers stood and seizing the first by +the shoulders he thrust him over the wall. A cry burst from the +man's lips and a deep groan from those of his comrades below as he +fell with a jerk which sent him half-way up to the parapet again, +and then after dancing like a child's toy swung slowly backward +and forward with limp limbs and twisted neck. + +The hangman turned and bowed in mock reverence to the spectators +beneath him. He had not yet learned in a land of puny archers how +sure and how strong is the English bow. Half a dozen men, old Wat +amongst them, had run forward toward the wall. They were too late +to save their comrades, but at least their deaths were speedily +avenged. + +The man was in the act of pushing off the second prisoner when an +arrow crashed through his head, and he fell stone dead upon the +parapet. But even in falling he had given the fatal thrust and a +second russet figure swung beside the first against the dark +background of the castle wall. + +There only remained the young lad, Johnny Alspaye, who stood +shaking with fear, an abyss below him, and the voices of those who +would hurl him over it behind. There was a long pause before +anyone would come forth to dare those deadly arrows. Then a +fellow, crouching double, ran forward from the shelter, keeping +the young archer's body as a shield between him and danger. + +"Aside, John! Aside!" cried his comrades from below. + +The youth sprang as far as the rope would allow him, and slipped +it half over his face in the effort. Three arrows flashed past +his side, and two of them buried themselves in the body of the man +behind. A howl of delight burst from the spectators as he dropped +first upon his knees and then upon his face. A life for a life +was no bad bargain. + +But it was only a short respite which the skill of his comrades +had given to the young archer. Over the parapet there appeared a +ball of brass, then a pair of great brazen shoulders, and lastly +the full figure of an armored man. He walked to the edge and they +heard his hoarse guffaw of laughter as the arrows clanged and +clattered against his impenetrable mail. He slapped his +breast-plate, as he jeered at them. Well he knew that at the +distance no dart ever sped by mortal hands could cleave through +his plates of metal. So he stood, the great burly Butcher of La +Brohiniere, with head uptossed, laughing insolently at his foes. +Then with slow and ponderous tread he walked toward his boy +victim, seized him by the ear, and dragged him across so that the +rope might be straight. Seeing that the noose had slipped across +the face, he tried to push it down, but the mail glove hampering +him he pulled it off, and grasped the rope above the lad's head +with his naked hand. + +Quick as a flash old Wat's arrow had sped, and the Butcher sprang +back with a howl of pain, his hand skewered by a cloth-yard shaft. +As he shook it furiously at his enemies a second grazed his +knuckles. With a brutal kick of his metal-shod feet he hurled +young Alspaye over the edge, looked down for a few moments at his +death agonies, and then walked slowly from the parapet, nursing +his dripping hand, the arrows still ringing loudly upon his +back-piece as he went. + +The archers below, enraged at the death of their comrades, leaped +and howled like a pack of ravening wolves. + +"By Saint Dunstan," said Percy, looking round at their flushed +faces, "if ever we are to carry it now is the moment, for these +men will not be stopped if hate can take them forward." + +"You are right, Thomas!" cried Knolles. "Gather together twenty +men-at-arms each with his shield to cover him. Astley, do you +place the bowmen so that no head may show at window or parapet. +Nigel, I pray you to order the countryfolk forward with their +fardels of fagots. Let the others bring up the lopped pine-tree +which lies yonder behind the horse lines. Ten men-at-arms can +bear it on the right, and ten on the left, having shields over +their heads. The gate once down, let every man rush in. And God +help the better cause!" + +Swiftly and yet quietly the dispositions were made, for these were +old soldiers whose daily trade was war. In little groups the +archers formed in front of each slit or crevice in the walls, +whilst others scanned the battlements with wary eyes, and sped an +arrow at every face which gleamed for an instant above them. The +garrison shot forth a shower of crossbow bolts and an occasional +stone from their engine, but so deadly was the hail which rained +upon them that they had no time to dwell upon their aim, and their +discharges were wild and harmless. Under cover of the shafts of +the bowmen a line of peasants ran unscathed to the edge of the +ditch, each hurling in the bundle which he bore in his arms, and +then hurrying back for another one. In twenty minutes a broad +pathway of fagots lay level with the ground upon one side and the +gate upon the other. With the loss of two peasants slain by bolts +and one archer crushed by a stone, the ditch had been filled up. +All was ready for the battering-ram. + +With a shout, twenty picked men rushed forward with the pine-tree +under their arms, the heavy end turned toward the gate. The +arbalesters on the tower leaned over and shot into the midst of +them, but could not stop their advance. Two dropped, but the +others raising their shields ran onward still shouting, crossed +the bridge of fagots, and came with a thundering crash against the +door. It splintered from base to arch, but kept its place. + +Swinging their mighty weapon, the storming party thudded and +crashed upon the gate, every blow loosening and widening the +cracks which rent it from end to end. The three knights, with +Nigel, the Frenchman Raoul and the other squires, stood beside the +ram, cheering on the men, and chanting to the rhythm of the swing +with a loud "Ha!" at every blow. A great stone loosened from the +parapet roared through the air and struck Sir James Astley and +another of the attackers, but Nigel and the Frenchman had taken +their places in an instant, and the ram thudded and smashed with +greater energy than ever. Another blow and another! the lower +part was staving inward, but the great central bar still held +firm. Surely another minute would beat it from its sockets. + +But suddenly from above there came a great deluge of liquid. A +hogshead of it had been tilted from the battlement until soldiers, +bridge, and ram were equally drenched in yellow slime. Knolles +rubbed his gauntlet in it, held it to his visor, and smelled it. + +"Back, back!" he cried. "Back before it is too late!" + +There was a small barred window above their heads at the side of +the gate. A ruddy glare shone through it, and then a blazing +torch was tossed down upon them. In a moment the oil had caught +and the whole place was a sheet of flame. The fir-tree that they +carried, the fagots beneath them, their very weapons, were all in +a blaze. + +To right and left the men sprang down into the dry ditch, rolling +with screams upon the ground in their endeavor to extinguish the +flames. The knights and squires protected by their armor strove +hard, stamping and slapping, to help those who had but leather +jacks to shield their bodies. From above a ceaseless shower of +darts and of stones were poured down upon them, while on the other +hand the archers, seeing the greatness of the danger, ran up to +the edge of the ditch, and shot fast and true at every face which +showed above the wall. + +Scorched, wearied and bedraggled, the remains of the storming +party clambered out of the ditch as best they could, clutching at +the friendly hands held down to them, and so limped their way back +amid the taunts and howls of their enemies. A long pile of +smoldering cinders was all that remained of their bridge, and on +it lay Astley and six other red-hot men glowing in their armor. + +Knolles clinched his hands as he looked back at the ruin that was +wrought, and then surveyed the group of men who stood or lay +around him nursing their burned limbs and scowling up at the +exultant figures who waved on the castle wall. Badly scorched +himself, the young leader had no thought for his own injuries in +the rage and grief which racked his soul. "We will build another +bridge," he cried. "Set the peasants binding fagots once more." + +But a thought had flashed through Nigel's mind. "See, fair sir," +said he. "The nails of yonder door are red-hot and the wood as +white as ashes. Surely we can break our way through it." + +"By the Virgin, you speak truly!" cried the French Squire. "If we +can cross the ditch the gate will not stop us. Come, Nigel, for +our fair ladies' sakes, I will race you who will reach it first, +England or France." + +Alas for all the wise words of the good Chandos! Alas for all the +lessons in order and discipline learned from the wary Knolles. In +an instant, forgetful of all things but this noble challenge, +Nigel was running at the top of his speed for the burning gate. +Close at his heels was the Frenchman, blowing and gasping, as he +rushed along in his brazen armor. Behind came a stream of howling +archers and men-at-arms, like a flood which has broken its dam. +Down they slipped into the ditch, rushed across it, and clambered +on each other's backs up the opposite side. Nigel, Raoul and two +archers gained a foothold in front of the burning gate at the same +moment. With blows and kicks they burst it to pieces, and dashed +with a yell of triumph through the dark archway beyond. For a +moment they thought with mad rapture that the castle was carried. +A dark tunnel lay before them, down which they rushed. But alas! +at the farther end it was blocked by a second gateway as strong as +that which had been burned. In vain they beat upon it with their +swords and axes. On each side the tunnel was pierced with slits, +and the crossbow bolts discharged at only a few yards' distance +crashed through armor as if it were cloth and laid man after man +upon the stones. They raged and leaped before the great +iron-clamped barrier, but the wall itself was as easy to tear +down. + +It was bitter to draw back; but it was madness to remain. Nigel +looked round and saw that half his men were down. At the same +moment Raoul sank with a gasp at his feet, a bolt driven to its +socket through the links of the camail which guarded his neck. +Some of the archers, seeing that certain death awaited them, were +already running back to escape from the fatal passage. + +"By Saint Paul!" cried Nigel hotly. "Would you leave our wounded +where this butcher may lay his hands upon them? Let the archers +shoot inwards and hold them back from the slits. Now let each man +raise one of our comrades, lest we leave our honor in the gate of +this castle." + +With a mighty effort he had raised Raoul upon his shoulders and +staggered with him to the edge of the ditch. Several men were +waiting below where the steep bank shield them from the arrows, +and to them Nigel handed down his wounded friend, and each archer +in turn did the same. Again and again Nigel went back until no +one lay in the tunnel save seven who had died there. Thirteen +wounded were laid in the shelter of the ditch, and there they must +remain until night came to cover them. Meanwhile the bowmen on +the farther side protected them from attack, and also prevented +the enemy from all attempts to build up the outer gate. The +gaping smoke-blackened arch was all that they could show for a +loss of thirty men, but that at least Knolles was determined to +keep. + +Burned and bruised, but unconscious of either pain or fatigue for +the turmoil of his spirit within him, Nigel knelt by the Frenchman +and loosened his helmet. The girlish face of the young Squire was +white as chalk, and the haze of death was gathering over his +violet eyes, but a faint smile played round his lips as he looked +up at his English comrade. + +"I shall never see Beatrice again," he whispered. "I pray you, +Nigel, that when there is a truce you will journey as far as my +father's chateau and tell him how his son died. Young Gaston will +rejoice, for to him come the land and the coat, the war-cry and +the profit. See them, Nigel, and tell them that I was as forward +as the others." + +"Indeed Raoul, no man could have carried himself with more honor +or won more worship than you have done this day. I will do your +behest when the time comes." + +"Surely you are happy, Nigel," the dying Squire murmured, "for +this day has given you one more deed which you may lay at the feet +of your lady-love." + +"It might have been so had we carried the gate," Nigel answered +sadly; "but by Saint Paul! I cannot count it a deed where I have +come back with my purpose unfulfilled. But this is no time, +Raoul, to talk of my small affairs. If we take the castle and I +bear a good part in it, then perchance all this may indeed avail." + +The Frenchman sat up with that strange energy which comes often as +the harbinger of death. "You will win your Lady Mary, Nigel, and +your great deeds will be not three but a score, so that in all +Christendom there shall be no man of blood and coat-armor who has +not heard your name and your fame. This I tell you--I, Raoul de +la Roche Pierre de Bras, dying upon the field of honor. And now +kiss me, sweet friend, and lay me back, for the mists close round +me and I am gone!" + +With tender hands the Squire lowered his comrade's head, but even +as he did so there came a choking rush of blood, and the soul had +passed. So died a gallant cavalier of France, and Nigel as he +knelt in the ditch beside him prayed that his own end might be as +noble and as debonair. + + + + +XXI. HOW THE SECOND MESSENGER WENT TO COSFORD + + + +Under cover of night the wounded men were lifted from the ditch +and carried back, whilst pickets of archers were advanced to the +very gate so that none should rebuild it. Nigel, sick at heart +over his own failure, the death of his prisoner and his fears for +Aylward, crept back into the camp, but his cup was not yet full, +for Knolles was waiting for him with a tongue which cut like a +whip-lash. Who was he, a raw squire, that he should lead an +attack without orders? See what his crazy knight errantry had +brought about. Twenty men had been destroyed by it and nothing +gained. Their blood was on his head. Chandos should hear of his +conduct. He should be sent back to England when the castle had +fallen. + +Such were the bitter words of Knolles, the more bitter because +Nigel felt in his heart that he had indeed done wrong, and that +Chandos would have said the same though, perchance, in kinder +words. He listened in silent respect, as his duty was, and then +having saluted his leader he withdrew apart, threw himself down +amongst the bushes, and wept the hottest tears of his life, +sobbing bitterly with his face between his hands. He had striven +hard, and yet everything had gone wrong with him. He was bruised, +burned and aching from head to foot. Yet so high is the spirit +above the body that all was nothing compared to the sorrow and +shame which racked his soul. + +But a little thing changed the current of his thoughts and brought +some peace to his mind. He had slipped off his mail gauntlets, +and as he did so his fingers lighted upon the tiny bangle which +Mary had fastened there when they stood together upon St. +Catharine's Hill on the Guildford Road. He remembered the motto +curiously worked in filigree of gold. It ran: "Fais ce que dois, +adviegne que pourra--c'est commande au chevalier." + +The words rang in his weary brain. He had done what seemed right, +come what might. It had gone awry, it is true; but all things +human may do that. If he had carried the castle, he felt that +Knolles would have forgiven and forgotten all else. If he had not +carried it, it was no fault of his. No man could have done more. +If Mary could see she would surely have approved. Dropping into +sleep, he saw her dark face, shining with pride and with pity, +stooping over him as he lay. She stretched out her hand in his +dream and touched him on the shoulder. He sprang up and rubbed +his eyes, for fact had woven itself into dream in the strange way +that it does, and some one was indeed leaning over him in the +gloom, and shaking him from his slumbers. But the gentle voice +and soft touch of the Lady Mary had changed suddenly to the harsh +accents and rough grip of Black Simon, the fierce Norfolk +man-at-arms. + +"Surely you are the Squire Loring," he said, peering close to his +face in the darkness. + +"I am he. What then?" + +"I have searched through the camp for you, but when I saw the +great horse tethered near these bushes, I thought you would be +found hard by. I would have a word with you." + +"Speak on." + +"This man Aylward the bowman was my friend, and it is the nature +that God has given me to love my friends even as I hate my foes. +He is also thy servant, and it has seemed to me that you love him +also." + +"I have good cause so to do." + +"Then you and I, Squire Loring, have more reason to strive on his +behalf than any of these others, who think more of taking the +castle than of saving those who are captives within. Do you not +see that such a man as this robber lord would, when all else had +failed him, most surely cut the throats of his prisoners at the +last instant before the castle fell, knowing well that come what +might he would have short shrift himself? Is that not certain?" + +"By Saint Paul! I had not thought of it." + +"I was with you, hammering at the inner gate," said Simon, "and +yet once when I thought that it was giving way I said in my heart: +`Good-by, Samkin! I shall never see you more.' This Baron has +gall in his soul, even as I have myself, and do you think that I +would give up my prisoners alive, if I were constrained so to do? +No, no; had we won our way this day it would have been the +death-stroke for them all." + +"It may be that you are right, Simon," said Nigel, "and the +thought of it should assuage our grief. But if we cannot save +them by taking the castle, then surely they are lost indeed." + +"It may be so, or it may not," Simon answered slowly. "It is in +my mind that if the castle were taken very suddenly, and in such a +fashion that they could not foresee it, then perchance we might +get the prisoners before they could do them scathe." + +Nigel bent forward eagerly, his hand on the soldier's arm. + +"You have some plan in your mind, Simon. Tell me what it is." + +"I had wished to tell Sir Robert, but he is preparing the assault +for to-morrow and will not be turned from his purpose. I have +indeed a plan, but whether it be good or not I cannot say until I +have tried it. But first I will tell you what put it into my +thoughts. Know then that this morning when I was in yonder ditch +I marked one of their men upon the wall. He was a big man with a +white face, red hair and a touch of Saint Anthony's fire upon the +cheek." + +"But what has this to do with Aylward?" + +"I will show you. This evening after the assault I chanced to +walk with some of my fellows, round yonder small fort upon the +knoll to see if we could spy a weak spot in it. Some of them came +to the wall to curse us, and among them whom should I see but a +big man with a white face, red hair and a touch of Anthony's fire +upon his cheek? What make you of that, Squire Nigel?" + +"That this man had crossed from the castle to the fort." + +"In good sooth, it must indeed be so. There are not two such +ken-speckled men in the world. But if he crossed from the castle +to the fort, it was not above the ground, for our own people were +between." + +"By Saint Paul! I see your meaning!" cried Nigel. "It is in your +mind that there is a passage under the earth from one to the +other." + +"I am well sure of it." + +"Then if we should take the small fort we may pass down this +tunnel, and so carry the great castle also." + +"Such a thing might happen," said Simon, "and yet it is dangerous +also, for surely those in the castle would hear our assault upon +the fort and so be warned to bar the passage against us, and to +slay the prisoners before we could come." + +"What then is your rede?" + +"Could we find where the tunnel lay, Squire Nigel, I know not what +is to prevent us from digging down upon it and breaking into it so +that both fort and castle are at our mercy before either knows +that we are there." + +Nigel clapped his hands with joy. "'Fore God!" he cried. "It is +a most noble plan! But alas! Simon, I see not how we can tell +the course of this passage or where we should dig." + +"I have peasants yonder with spades," said Simon. "There are two +of my friends, Harding of Barnstable and West-country John who are +waiting for us with their gear. If you will come to lead us, +Squire Nigel, we are ready to venture our bodies in the attempt." + +What would Knolles say in case they failed? The thought flashed +through Nigel's mind, but another came swiftly behind it. He +would not venture further unless he found hopes of success. And +if he did venture further he would put his life upon it. Giving +that, he made amends for all errors. And if on the other hand +success crowned their efforts, then Knolles would forgive his +failure at the gateway. A minute later, every doubt banished from +his mind, he was making his way through the darkness under the +guidance of Black Simon. + +Outside the camp the two other men-at-arms were waiting for them, +and the four advanced together. Presently a little group of +figures loomed up in the darkness. It was a cloudy night, and a +thin rain was falling which obscured both the castle and the fort; +but a stone had been placed by Simon in the daytime which assured +that they were between the two. + +"Is blind Andreas there?" asked Simon. + +"Yes, kind sir, I am here," said a voice. + +"This man," said Simon, "was once rich and of good repute, but he +was beggared by this robber lord, who afterwards put out his eyes +so that he has lived for many years in darkness at the charity of +others." + +"How can he help us in our enterprise if he be indeed blind?" +asked Nigel. + +"It is for that very reason, fair lord, that he can be of greater +service than any other man," Simon answered; "for it often happens +that when a man has lost a sense the good God will strengthen +those that remain. Hence it is that Andreas has such ears that he +can hear the sap in the trees or the cheep of the mouse in its +burrow. He has come to help us to find the tunnel." + +"And I have found it," said the blind man proudly. "Here I have +placed my staff upon the line of it. Twice as I lay there with my +ear to the ground I have heard footsteps pass beneath me." + +"I trust you make no mistake, old man," said Nigel. + +For answer the blind man raised his staff and smote twice upon the +ground, once to the right and once to the left. The one gave a +dull thud, the other a hollow boom. + +"Can you not hear that?" he asked. "Will you ask me now if I make +a mistake?" + +"Indeed, we are much beholden to you!" cried Nigel. "Let the +peasants dig then, and as silently as they may. Do you keep your +ear upon the ground, Andreas, so that if anyone pass beneath us we +shall be warned." + +So, amid the driving rain, the little group toiled in the +darkness. The blind man lay silent, flat upon his face, and twice +they heard his warning hiss and stopped their work, whilst some +one passed beneath. In an hour they had dug down to a stone arch +which was clearly the outer side of the tunnel roof. Here was a +sad obstacle, for it might take long to loosen a stone, and if +their work was not done by the break of day then their enterprise +was indeed hopeless. They loosened the mortar with a dagger, and +at last dislodged one small stone which enabled them to get at the +others. Presently a dark hole blacker than the night around them +yawned at their feet, and their swords could touch no bottom to +it. They had opened the tunnel. + +"I would fain enter it first," said Nigel. "I pray you to lower +me down." They held him to the full length of their arms and then +letting him drop they heard him land safely beneath them. An +instant later the blind man started up with a low cry of alarm. + +"I hear steps coming," said he. "They are far off, but they draw +nearer." + +Simon thrust his head and neck down the hole. "Squire Nigel," he +whispered, "can you hear me?" + +"I can hear you, Simon." + +"Andreas says that some one comes." + +"Then cover over the hole," came the answer. "Quick, I pray you, +cover it over!" + +A mantle was stretched across it, so that no glimmer of light +should warn the new-comer. The fear was that he might have heard, +the sound of Nigel's descent. But soon it was clear that he had +not done so, for Andreas announced that he was still advancing. +Presently Nigel could hear the distant thud of his feet. If he +bore a lantern all was lost. But no gleam of light appeared in +the black tunnel, and still the footsteps drew nearer. + +Nigel breathed a prayer of thanks to all his guardian saints as he +crouched close to the slimy wall and waited breathless, his dagger +in his hand. Nearer yet and nearer came the steps. He could hear +the stranger's coarse breathing in the darkness. Then as he +brushed past Nigel bounded upon him with a tiger spring. There +was one gasp of astonishment, and not a sound more, for the +Squire's grip was on the man's throat and his body was pinned +motionless against the wall. + +"Simon! Simon!" cried Nigel loudly. + +The mantle was moved from the hole. + +"Have you a cord? Or your belts linked together may serve." + +One of the peasants had a rope, and Nigel soon felt it dangling +against his hand. He listened and there was no sound in the +passage. For an instant he released his captive's throat. A +torrent of prayers and entreaties came forth. The man was shaking +like a leaf in the wind. Nigel pressed the point of his dagger +against his face and dared him to open his lips. Then he slipped +the rope beneath his arms and tied it. + +"Pull him up!" he whispered, and for an instant the gray glimmer +above him was obscured. + +"We have him, fair sir," said Simon. + +"Then drop me the rope and hold it fast." + +A moment later Nigel stood among the group of men who had gathered +round their captive. It was too dark to see him, and they dare +not strike flint and steel. + +Simon passed his hand roughly over him and felt a fat clean-shaven +face, and a cloth gabardine which hung to the ankles. "Who are +you?" he whispered. "Speak the truth and speak it low, if you +would ever speak again." + +The man's teeth chattered in his head with cold and fright. "I +speak no English," he murmured. + +"French, then," said Nigel. + +"I am a holy priest of God. You court the ban of holy Church when +you lay hands upon me. I pray you let me go upon my way, for +there are those whom I would shrive and housel. If they should +die in sin, their damnation is upon you." + +"How are you called then?" + +"I am Dom Peter de Cervolles." + +"De Cervolles, the arch-priest, he who heated the brazier when +they burned out my eyes," cried old Andreas. "Of all the devils +in hell there is none fouler than this one. Friends, friends, if +I have done aught for you this night, I ask but one reward, that +ye let me have my will of this man." + +But Nigel pushed the old man back. "There is no time for this," +he said. "Now hark you, priest--if priest indeed you be--your +gown and tonsure will not save you if you play us false, for we +are here of a set purpose and we will go forward with it, come +what may. Answer me and answer me truly or it will be an ill +night for you. In what part of the Castle does this tunnel +enter?" + +"In the lower cellar." + +"What is at the end?" + +"An oaken door." + +"Is it barred?" + +"Yes, it is barred." + +"How would you have entered?" + +"I would have given the password." + +"Who then would have opened?" + +"There is a guard within." + +"And beyond him?" + +"Beyond him are the prison cells and the jailers." + +"Who else would be afoot?" + +"No one save a guard at the gate and another on the battlement." + +"What then is the password?" + +The man was silent. + +"The password, fellow!" + +The cold points of two daggers pricked his throat; but still he +would not speak. + +"Where is the blind man?" asked Nigel. "Here, Andreas, you can +have him and do what you will with him." + +"Nay, nay," the priest whimpered. "Keep him off me. Save me from +blind Andreas! I will tell you everything." + +"The password then, this instant?" + +"It is `Benedicite!'" + +"We have the password, Simon," cried Nigel. "Come then, let us on +to the farther end. These peasants will guard the priest, and +they will remain here lest we wish to send a message." + +"Nay, fair sir, it is in my mind that we can do better," said +Simon. "Let us take the priest with us, so that he who is within +may know his voice." + +"It is well thought of," said Nigel, "and first let us pray +together, for indeed this night may well be our last." + +He and the three men-at-arms knelt in the rain and sent up their +simple orisons, Simon still clutching tight to his prisoner's +wrist. + +The priest fumbled in his breast and drew something forth. "It is +the heart of the blessed confessor Saint Enogat," said he. "It +may be that it will ease and assoil your souls if you would wish +to handle it." + +The four Englishmen passed the flat silver case from hand to hand, +each pressing his lips devoutly upon it. Then they rose to their +feet. Nigel was the first to lower himself down the hole; then +Simon; then the priest, who was instantly seized by the other two. +The men-at-arms followed them. They had scarcely moved away from +the hole when Nigel stopped. + +"Surely some one else came after us," said he. + +They listened, but no whisper or rustle came from behind them. +For a minute they paused and then resumed their journey through +the dark. It seemed a long, long way, though in truth it was but +a few hundred yards before they came to a door with a glimmer of +yellow light around it, which barred their passage. Nigel struck +upon it with his hand. + +There was the rasping of a bolt and then a loud voice "Is that +you, priest?" + +"Yes, it is I," said the prisoner in a quavering voice. "Open, +Arnold!" + +The voice was enough. There was no question of passwords. The +door swung inward, and in an instant the janitor was cut down by +Nigel and Simon. So sudden and so fierce was the attack that save +for the thud of his body no sound was heard. A flood of light +burst outward into the passage, and the Englishmen stood with +blinking eyes in its glare. + +In front of them lay a stone-flagged corridor, across which lay +the dead body of the janitor. It had doors on either side of it, +and another grated door at the farther end. A strange hubbub, a +kind of low droning and whining filled the air. The four men were +standing listening, full of wonder as to what this might mean, +when a sharp cry came from behind them. The priest lay in a +shapeless heap upon the ground, and the blood was rushing from his +gaping throat. Down the passage, a black shadow in the yellow +light, there fled a crouching man, who clattered with a stick as +he went. + +"It is Andreas," cried West-country Will. "He has slain him." + +"Then it was he that I heard behind us," said Nigel. "Doubtless +he was at our very heels in the darkness. I fear that the +priest's cry has been heard." + +"Nay," said Simon, "there are so many cries that one more may well +pass. Let us take this lamp from the wall and see what sort of +devil's den we have around us." + +They opened the door upon the right, and so horrible a smell +issued from it that they were driven back from it. The lamp which +Simon held forward showed a monkeylike creature mowing and +grimacing in the corner, man or woman none could tell, but driven +crazy by loneliness and horror. In the other cell was a +graybearded man fettered to the wall, looking blankly before him, +a body without a soul, yet with life still in him, for his dull +eyes turned slowly in their direction. But it was from behind the +central door at the end of the passage that the chorus of sad +cries came which filled the air. + +"Simon," said Nigel, "before we go farther we will take this outer +door from its hinges. With it we will block this passage so that +at the worst we may hold our ground here until help comes. Do you +back to the camp as fast as your feet can bear you. The peasants +will draw you upward through the hole. Give my greetings to Sir +Robert and tell him that the castle is taken without fail if he +comes this way with fifty men. Say that we have made a lodgment +within the walls. And tell him also, Simon, that I would counsel +him to make a stir before the gateway so that the guard may be +held there whilst we make good our footing behind them. Go, good +Simon, and lose not a moment!" + +But the man-at-arms shook his head. "It is I who have brought you +here, fair sir, and here I bide through fair and foul. But you +speak wisely and well, for Sir Robert should indeed be told what +is going forward now that we have gone so far. Harding, do you go +with all speed and bear the gentle Nigel's message." + +Reluctantly the man-at-arms sped upon his errand. They could hear +the racing of his feet and the low jingle of his harness until +they died away in the tunnel. Then the three companions +approached the door at the end. It was their intention to wait +where they were until help should come, but suddenly amid the +babel of cries within there broke forth an English voice, shouting +in torment. + +"My God!" it cried, "I pray you, comrades, for a cup of water, as +you hope for Christ's mercy!" + +A shout of laughter and the thud of a heavy blow followed the +appeal. + +All the hot blood rushed to Nigel's head at the sound, buzzing in +his ears and throbbing in his temples. There are times when the +fiery heart of a man must overbear the cold brain of a soldier. +With one bound he was at the door, with another he was through it, +the men-at-arms at his heels. So strange was the scene before +them that for an instant all three stood motionless with horror +and surprise. + +It was a great vaulted chamber, brightly lit by many torches. At +the farther end roared a great fire. In front of it three naked +men were chained to posts in such a way that flinch as they might +they could never get beyond the range of its scorching heat. Yet +they were so far from it that no actual burn would be inflicted if +they could but keep turning and shifting so as continually to +present some fresh portion of their flesh to the flames. Hence +they danced and whirled in front of the fire, tossing ceaselessly +this way and that within the compass of their chains, wearied to +death, their protruding tongues cracked and blackened with thirst, +but unable for one instant to rest from their writhings and +contortions. + +Even stranger was the sight at each side of the room, whence came +that chorus of groans which had first struck upon the ears of +Nigel and his companions. A line of great hogsheads were placed +alongside the walls, and within each sat a man, his head +protruding from the top. As they moved within there was a +constant splashing and washing of water. The white wan faces all +turned together as the door flew open, and a cry of amazement and +of hope took the place of those long-drawn moans of despair. + +At the same instant two fellows clad in black, who had been seated +with a flagon of wine between them at a table near the fire, +sprang wildly to their feet, staring with blank amazement at this +sudden inrush. That instant of delay deprived them of their last +chance of safety. Midway down the room was a flight of stone +steps which led to the main door. + +Swift as a wildcat Nigel bounded toward it and gained the steps a +stride or two before the jailers. They turned and made for the +other which led to the passage, but Simon and his comrades were +nearer to it than they. Two sweeping blows, two dagger thrusts +into writhing figures, and the ruffians who worked the will of the +Butcher lay dead upon the floor of their slaughter-house. + +Oh, the buzz of joy and of prayer from all those white lips! Oh, +the light of returning hope in all those sunken weary eyes! One +wild shout would have gone up had not Nigel's outstretched hands +and warning voice hushed them to silence. + +He opened the door behind him. A curving newel staircase wound +upward into the darkness. He listened, but no sound came down. +There was a key in the outer lock of the iron door. He whipped it +out and turned it on the inner side. The ground that they had +gained was safe. Now they could turn to the relief of these poor +fellows beside them. A few strong blows struck off the irons and +freed the three dancers before the fire. With a husky croak of +joy, they rushed across to their comrades' water-barrels, plunged +their heads in like horses, and drank and drank and drank. Then +in turn the poor shivering wretches were taken out of the barrels, +their skins bleached and wrinkled with long soaking. Their bonds +were torn from them; but, cramped and fixed, their limbs refused +to act, and they tumbled and twisted upon the floor in their +efforts to reach Nigel and to kiss his hand. + +In a corner lay Aylward, dripping from his barrel and exhausted +with cold and hunger. Nigel ran to his side and raised his head. +The jug of wine from which the two jailers had drunk still stood +upon their table. The Squire placed it to the archer's lips and +he took a hearty pull at it. + +"How is it with you now, Aylward?" + +"Better, Squire, better, but may I never touch water again as long +as I live! Alas! poor Dicon has gone, and Stephen also--the +life chilled out of them. The cold is in the very marrow of my +bones. I pray you, let me lean upon your arm as far as the fire, +that I may warm the frozen blood and set it running in my veins +once more." + +A strange sight it was to see these twenty naked men crouching in +a half-circle round the fire with their trembling hands extended +to the blaze. Soon their tongues at least were thawed, and they +poured out the story of their troubles with many a prayer and +ejaculation to the saints for their safe delivery. No food had +crossed their lips since they had been taken. The Butcher had +commanded them to join his garrison and to shoot upon their +comrades from the wall. When they refused he had set aside three +of them for execution. + +The others had been dragged to the cellar, whither the leering +tyrant had followed them. Only one question he had asked them, +whether they were of a hot-blooded nature or of a cold. Blows +were showered upon them until they answered. Three had said cold, +and had been condemned to the torment of the fire. The rest who +had said hot were delivered up to the torture of the water-cask. +Every few hours this man or fiend had come down to exult over +their sufferings and to ask them whether they were ready yet to +enter his service. Three had consented and were gone. But the +others had all of them stood firm, two of them even to their +death. + +Such was the tale to which Nigel and his comrades listened whilst +they waited impatiently for the coming of Knolles and his men. +Many an anxious look did they cast down the black tunnel, but no +glimmer of light and no clash of steel came from its depths. +Suddenly, however, a loud and measured sound broke upon their +ears. It was a dull metallic clang, ponderous and slow, growing +louder and ever louder--the tread of an armored man. The poor +wretches round the fire, all unnerved by hunger and suffering, +huddled together with wan, scared faces, their eyes fixed in +terror on the door. + +"It is he!" they whispered. "It is the Butcher himself!" + +Nigel had darted to the door and listened intently. There were no +footfalls save those of one man. Once sure of that, he softly +turned the key in the lock. At the same instant there came a +bull's bellow from without. + +"Ives! Bertrand!" cried the voice. "Can you not hear me coming, +you drunken varlets? You shall cool your own heads in the +water-casks, you lazy rascals! What, not even now! Open, you +dogs. Open, I say!" + +He had thrust down the latch, and with a kick he flung the door +wide and rushed inward. For an instant he stood motionless, a +statue of dull yellow metal, his eyes fixed upon the empty casks +and the huddle of naked men. Then with the roar of a trapped +lion, he turned, but the door had slammed behind him, and Black +Simon, with grim figure and sardonic face, stood between. + +The Butcher looked round him helplessly, for he was unarmed save +for his dagger. Then his eyes fell upon Nigel's roses. + +"You are a gentleman of coat-armor," he cried. "I surrender +myself to you." + +"I will not take your surrender, you black villain," said Nigel. +"Draw and defend yourself. Simon, give him your sword." + +"Nay, this is madness," said the blunt man-at-arms. "Why should I +give the wasp a sting?" + +"Give it him, I say. I cannot kill him in cold blood." + +"But I can!" yelled Aylward, who had crept up from the fire. +"Come, comrades! By these ten finger-bones! has he not taught us +how cold blood should be warmed?" + +Like a pack of wolves they were on him, and he clanged upon the +floor with a dozen frenzied naked figures clutching and clinging +above him. In vain Nigel tried to pull them off. They were mad +with rage, these tortured starving men, their eyes fixed and +glaring, their hair on end, their teeth gnashing with fury, while +they tore at the howling, writhing man. Then with a rattle and +clatter they pulled him across the room by his two ankles and +dragged him into the fire. + +Nigel shuddered and turned away his eyes as he saw the brazen +figure roll out and stagger to his knees, only to be hurled once +more into the heart of the blaze. His prisoners screamed with joy +and clapped their hands as they pushed him back with their feet +until the armor was too hot for them to touch. Then at last he +lay still and glowed darkly red, whilst the naked men danced in a +wild half-circle round the fire. + +But now at last the supports had come. Lights flashed and armor +gleamed down the tunnel. The cellar filled with armed men, while +from above came the cries and turmoil of the feigned assault upon +the gate. Led by Knolles and Nigel, the storming party rushed +upward and seized the courtyard. The guard of the gate taken in +the rear threw down their weapons and cried for mercy. The gate +was thrown open and the assailants rushed in, with hundreds of +furious peasants at their heels. Some of the robbers died in hot +blood, many in cold; but all died, for Knolles had vowed to give +no quarter. Day was just breaking when the last fugitive had been +hunted out and slain. From all sides came the yells and whoops of +the soldiers with the rending and riving of doors as they burst +into the store-rooms and treasure-chambers. There was a joyous +scramble amongst them, for the plunder of eleven years, gold and +jewels, satins and velvets, rich plate and noble hangings were all +to be had for the taking. + +The rescued prisoners, their hunger appeased and their clothes +restored, led the search for booty. Nigel, leaning on his sword +by the gateway, saw Aylward totter past, a huge bundle under each +arm, another slung over his back and a smaller packet hanging from +his mouth. He dropped it for a moment as he passed his young +master. + +"By these ten finger-bones! I am right glad that I came to the +war, and no man could ask for a more goodly life," said he. "I +have a present here for every girl in Tilford, and my father need +never fear the frown of the sacrist of Waverley again. But how of +you, Squire Loring? It standeth not aright that we should gather +the harvest whilst you, who sowed it, go forth empty-handed. +Come, gentle sir, take these things that I have gathered, and I +will go back and find more." + +But Nigel smiled and shook his head. "You have gained what your +heart desired, and perchance I have done so also," said he. + +An instant later Knolles strode up to him with outstretched hand. +"I ask your pardon, Nigel," said he. "I have spoken too hotly in +my wrath." + +"Nay, fair sir, I was at fault." + +"If we stand here now within this castle, it is to you that I owe +it. The King shall know of it, and Chandos also. Can I do aught +else, Nigel, to prove to you the high esteem in which I hold you?" + +The Squire flushed with pleasure. "Do you send a messenger home +to England, fair sir, with news of these doings?" + +"Surely, I must do so. But do not tell me, Nigel, that you would +be that messenger. Ask me some other favor, for indeed I cannot +let you go." + +"Now God forbid!" cried Nigel. "By Saint Paul! I would not be so +caitiff and so thrall as to leave you, when some small deed might +still be done. But I would fain send a message by your +messenger." + +"To whom?" + +"It is to the Lady Mary, daughter of old Sir John Buttesthorn who +dwells near Guildford." + +"But you will write the message, Nigel. Such greetings as a +cavalier sends to his lady-love should be under seal." + +"Nay, he can carry my message by word of mouth." + +"Then I shall tell him for he goes this morning. What message, +then, shall he say to the lady?" + +"He will give her my very humble greeting, and he will say to her +that for the second time Saint Catharine has been our friend." + + + + +XXII. HOW ROBERT OF BEAUMANOIR CAME TO PLOERMEL + + +Sir Robert Knolles and his men passed onward that day, looking +back many a time to see the two dark columns of smoke, one thicker +and one more slender, which arose from the castle and from the +fort of La Brohiniere. There was not an archer nor a man-at-arms +who did not bear a great bundle of spoil upon his back, and +Knolles frowned darkly as he looked upon them. Gladly would he +have thrown it all down by the roadside, but he had tried such +matters before, and he knew that it was as safe to tear a +half-gnawed bone from a bear as their blood-won plunder from such +men as these. In any case it was but two days' march to Ploermel, +where he hoped to bring his journey to an end. + +That night they camped at Mauron, where a small English and Breton +garrison held the castle. Right glad were the bowmen to see some +of their own countrymen once more, and they spent the night over +wine and dice, a crowd of Breton girls assisting, so that next +morning their bundles were much lighter, and most of the plunder +of La Brohiniere was left with the men and women of Mauron. Next +day their march lay with a fair sluggish river upon their right, +and a great rolling forest upon their left which covered the whole +country. At last toward evening the towers of Ploermel rose +before them and they saw against a darkening sky the Red Cross of +England waving in the wind. So blue was the river Duc which +skirted the road, and so green its banks, that they might indeed +have been back beside their own homely streams, the Oxford Thames +or the Midland Trent, but ever as the darkness deepened there came +in wild gusts the howling of wolves from the forest to remind them +that they were in a land of war. So busy had men been for many +years in hunting one another that the beasts of the chase had +grown to a monstrous degree, until the streets of the towns were +no longer safe from the wild inroads of the fierce creatures, the +wolves and the bears, who swarmed around them. + +It was nightfall when the little army entered the outer gate of +the Castle of Ploermel and encamped in the broad Bailey yard. +Ploermel was at that time the center of British power in Mid- +Brittany, as Hennebon was in the West, and it was held by a +garrison of five hundred men under an old soldier, Richard of +Bambro', a rugged Northumbrian, trained in that great school of +warriors, the border wars. He who had ridden the marches of the +most troubled frontier in Europe, and served his time against the +Liddlesdale and Nithsdale raiders was hardened for a life in the +field. + +Of late, however, Bambro' had been unable to undertake any +enterprise, for his reinforcements had failed him, and amid his +following he had but three English knights and seventy men. The +rest were a mixed crew of Bretons, Hainaulters and a few German +mercenary soldiers, brave men individually, as those of that stock +have ever been, but lacking interest in the cause, and bound +together by no common tie of blood or tradition. + +On the other hand, the surrounding castles, and especially that of +Josselin, were held by strong forces of enthusiastic Bretons, +inflamed by a common patriotism, and full of warlike ardor. +Robert of Beaumanoir, the fierce seneschal of the house of Rohan, +pushed constant forays and excursions against Ploermel so that +town and castle were both in daily dread of being surrounded and +besieged. Several small parties of the English faction had been +cut off and slain to a man, and so straitened were the others that +it was difficult for them to gather provisions from the country +round. + +Such was the state of Bambro's garrison when on that March evening +Knolles and his men streamed into the bailey-yard of his Castle. + +In the glare of the torches at the inner gate Bambro' was waiting +to receive them, a dry, hard, wizened man, small and fierce, with +beady black eyes and quick furtive ways. + +Beside him, a strange contrast, stood his Squire, Croquart, a +German, whose name and fame as a man-at-arms were widespread, +though like Robert Knolles himself he had begun as a humble page. +He was a very tall man, with an enormous spread of shoulders, and +a pair of huge hands with which he could crack a horse-shoe. He +was slow and lethargic, save in moments of excitement, and his +calm blond face, his dreamy blue eyes and his long fair hair gave +him so gentle an appearance that none save those who had seen him +in his berserk mood, raging, an iron giant, in the forefront of +the battle, could ever guess how terrible a warrior he might be. +Little knight and huge squire stood together under the arch of the +donjon and gave welcome to the newcomers, whilst a swarm of +soldiers crowded round to embrace their comrades and to lead them +off where they might feed and make merry together. + +Supper had been set in the hall of Ploermel wherein the knights +and squires assembled. Bambro' and Croquart were there with Sir +Hugh Calverly, an old friend of Knolles and a fellow-townsman, for +both were men of Chester. Sir Hugh was a middle-sized flaxen man, +with hard gray eyes and fierce large-nosed face sliced across with +the scar of a sword-cut. There too were Geoffrey D'Ardaine, a +young Breton seigneur, Sir Thomas Belford, a burly thick-set +Midland Englishman, Sir Thomas Walton, whose surcoat of scarlet +martlets showed that he was of the Surrey Waltons, James Marshall +and John Russell, young English squires, and the two brothers, +Richard and Hugh Le Galliard, who were of Gascon blood. Besides +these were several squires, unknown to fame, and of the +new-comers, Sir Robert Knolles, Sir Thomas Percy, Nigel Loring and +two other squires, Allington and Parsons. These were the company +who gathered in the torch-light round the table of the Seneschal +of Ploermel, and kept high revel with joyous hearts because they +thought that much honor and noble deeds lay before them. + +But one sad face there was at the board, and that belonged to him +at the head of it. Sir Robert Bambro' sat with his chin leaning +upon his hand and his eyes downcast upon the cloth, whilst all +round him rose the merry clatter of voices, everyone planning some +fresh enterprise which might now be attempted. Sir Robert Knolles +was for an immediate advance upon Josselin. Calverly thought that +a raid might be made into the South where the main French power +lay. Others spoke of an attack upon Vannes. + +To all these eager opinions Bambro' listened in a moody silence, +which he broke at last by a fierce execration which drew a hushed +attention from the company. "Say no more, fair sirs," he cried; +"for indeed your words are like so many stabs in my heart. All +this and more we might indeed have done. But of a truth you are +too late." + +"Too late?'" cried Knolles. "What mean you, Richard?" + +"Alas; that I should have to say it, but you and all these fair +soldiers might be back in England once more for all the profit +that I am like to have from your coming. Saw you a rider on a +white horse ere you reached the Castle?" + +"Nay, I saw him not?" + +"He came by the western road from Hennebon. Would that he had +broken his neck ere he came here. Not an hour ago he left his +message and now hath ridden on to warn the garrison of Malestroit. +A truce has been proclaimed for a year betwixt the French King and +the English, and he who breaks it forfeits life and estate." + +"A truce!" Here was an end to all their fine dreams. They looked +blankly at each other all round the table, whilst Croquart brought +his great fist down upon the board until the glasses rattled +again. Knolles sat with clenched hands as if he were a figure of +stone, while Nigel's heart turned cold and heavy within him. A +truce! Where then was his third deed, and how might he return +without it? + +Even as they sat in moody silence there was the call of a bugle +from somewhere out in the darkness. + +Sir Richard looked up with surprise. "We are not wont to be +summoned after once the portcullis is up," said he. "Truce or no +truce, we must let no man within our walls until we have proved +him. Croquart, see to it!" + +The huge German left the room. The company were still seated in +despondent silence when he returned. + +"Sir Richard," said he, "the brave knight Robert of Beaumanoir and +his Squire William de Montaubon are without the gate, and would +fain have speech with you." + +Bambro' started in his chair. What could the fierce leader of the +Bretons, a man who was red to the elbow with English blood, have +to say to them? On what errand had he left his castle of Josselin +to pay this visit to his deadly enemies? + +"Are they armed?" he asked. + +"They are unarmed." + +"Then admit them and bring them hither, but double the guards and +take all heed against surprise." + +Places were set at the farther end of the table for these most +unexpected guests. Presently the door was swung open, and +Croquart with all form and courtesy announced the two Bretons, who +entered with the proud and lofty air of gallant warriors and +high-bred gentlemen. + +Beaumanoir was a tall dark man with raven hair and long swarthy +beard. He was strong and straight as a young oak, with fiery +black eyes, and no flaw in his comely features save that his front +teeth had been dashed from their sockets. His Squire, William of +Montaubon, was also tall, with a thin hatchet face, and two small +gray eyes set very close upon either side of a long fierce nose. +In Beaumanoir's expression one read only gallantry and frankness; +in Montaubon's there was gallantry also, but it was mixed with the +cruelty and cunning of the wolf. They bowed as they entered, and +the little English seneschal advanced with outstretched hand to +meet them. + +"Welcome, Robert, so long as you are beneath this roof," said he. +"Perhaps the time may come in another place when we may speak to +each other in another fashion." + +"So I hope, Richard," said Beaumanoir; "but indeed we of Josselin +bear you in high esteem and are much beholden to you and to your +men for all that you have done for us. We could not wish better +neighbors nor any from whom more honor is to be gained. I learn +that Sir Robert Knolles and others have joined you, and we are +heavy-hearted to think that the orders of our Kings should debar +us from attempting a venture." He and his squire sat down at the +places set for them, and filling their glasses drank to the +company. + +"What you say is true, Robert," said Bambro', "and before you came +we were discussing the matter among ourselves and grieving that it +should be so. When heard you of the truce?" + +"Yester-evening a messenger rode from Nantes." + +"Our news came to-night from Hennebon. The King's own seal was on +the order. So I fear that for a year at least you will bide at +Josselin and we at Ploermel, and kill time as we may. Perchance +we may hunt the wolf together in the great forest, or fly our +hawks on the banks of the Duc." + +"Doubtless we shall do all this, Richard," said Beaumanoir; "but +by Saint Cadoc it is in my mind that with good-will upon both +sides we may please ourselves and yet stand excused before our +Kings." + +Knights and squires leaned forward in their chairs, their eager +eyes, fixed upon him. He broke into a gap-toothed smile as he +looked round at the circle, the wizened seneschal, the blond +giant, Nigel's fresh young face, the grim features of Knolles, and +the yellow hawk-like Calverly, all burning with the same desire. + +"I see that I need not doubt the good-will," said he, "and of that +I was very certain before I came upon this errand. Bethink you +then that this order applies to war but not to challenges, +spear-runnings, knightly exchanges or the like. King Edward is +too good a knight, and so is King John, that either of them should +stand in the way of a gentleman who desires to advance himself or +to venture his body for the exaltation of his lady. Is this not +so?" + +A murmur of eager assent rose from the table. + +"If you as the garrison of Ploermel march upon the garrison of +Josselin, then it is very plain that we have broken the truce and +upon our heads be it. But if there be a private bickering betwixt +me, for example, and this young squire whose eyes show that he is +very eager for honor, and if thereafter others on each side join +in and fight upon the quarrel, it is in no sense war, but rather +our own private business which no king can alter." + +"Indeed, Robert," said Bambro', "all that you say is very good +and fair." + +Beaumanoir leaned forward toward Nigel, his brimming glass in his +hand. "Your name, squire?" said he. + +"My name is Nigel Loring." + +"I see that you are young and eager, so I choose you as I would +fain have been chosen when I was of your age." + +"I thank you, fair sir," said Nigel. "It is great honor that one +so famous as yourself should condescend to do some small deed upon +me." + +"But we must have cause for quarrel, Nigel. Now here I drink to +the ladies of Brittany, who of all ladies upon this earth are the +most fair and the most virtuous, so that the least worthy-amongst +them is far above the best of England. What say you to that, +young sir?" + +Nigel dipped his finger in his glass and leaning over he placed +its wet impress on the Breton's hand. "This in your face!" said +he. + +Beaumanoir swept off the red drop of moisture and smiled his +approval. "It could not have been better done," said he. "Why +spoil my velvet paltock as many a hot-headed fool would have done. +It is in my mind, young sir, that you will go far. And now, who +follows up this quarrel?" + +A growl ran round the table. + +Beaumanoir ran his eye round and shook his head. "Alas!" said he, +"there are but twenty of you here, and I have thirty at Josselin +who are so eager to advance themselves that if I return without +hope for all of them there will be sore hearts amongst them. I +pray you, Richard, since we have been at these pains to arrange +matters, that you in turn will do what you may. Can you not find +ten more men?" + +"But not of gentle blood." + +"Nay, it matters not, if they will only fight." + +"Of that there can be no doubt, for the castle is full of archers +and men-at-arms who would gladly play a part in the matter." + +"Then choose ten," said Beaumanoir. + +But for the first time the wolf-like squire opened his thin lips. +"Surely, my lord, you will not allow archers," said he. + +"I fear not any man." + +"Nay, fair sir, consider that this is a trial of weapons betwixt +us where man faces man. You have seen these English archers, and +you know how fast and how strong are their shafts. Bethink you +that if ten of them were against us it is likely that half of us +would be down before ever we came to handstrokes." + +"By Saint Cadoc, William, I think that you are right," cried the +Breton. "If we are to have such a fight as will remain in the +memories of men, you will bring no archers and we no crossbows. +Let it be steel upon steel. How say you then?" + +"Surely we can bring ten men-at-arms to make up the thirty that +you desire, Robert. It is agreed then that we fight on no quarrel +of England and France, but over this matter of the ladies in which +you and Squire Loring have fallen out. And now the time?" + +"At once." + +"Surely at once, or perchance a second messenger may come and this +also be forbidden. We will be ready with to-morrow's sunrise." + +"Nay, a day later," cried the Breton Squire. "Bethink you, my +lord, that the three lances of Radenac would take time to come +over." + +"They are not of our garrison, and they shall not have a place." + +"But, fair sir, of all the lances of Brittany--" + +"Nay, William, I will not have it an hour later. To-morrow it +shall be, Richard." + +"And where?" + +"I marked a fitting place even as I rode here this evening. If +you cross the river and take the bridle-path through the fields +which leads to Josselin you come midway upon a mighty oak standing +at the corner of a fair and level meadow. There let us meet at +midday to-morrow." + +"Agreed!" cried Bambro'. "But I pray you not to rise, Robert! +The night is still young and the spices and hippocras will soon be +served. Bide with us, I pray you, for if you would fain hear the +latest songs from England, these gentlemen have doubtless brought +them. To some of us perchance it is the last night, so we would +make it a full one." + +But the gallant Breton shook his head. "It may indeed be the last +night for many," said he, "and it is but right that my comrades +should know it. I have no need of monk or friar, for I cannot +think that harm will ever come beyond the grave to one who has +borne himself as a knight should, but others have other thoughts +upon these matters and would fain have time for prayer and +penitence. Adieu, fair sirs, and I drink a last glass to a happy +meeting at the midway oak." + + + + +XXIII. HOW THIRTY OF JOSSELIN ENCOUNTERED THIRTY OF PLOERMEL + + +All night the Castle of Ploermel rang with warlike preparations, +for the smiths were hammering and filing and riveting, preparing +the armor for the champions. In the stable yard hostlers were +testing and grooming the great war-horses, whilst in the chapel +knights and squires were easing their souls at the knees of old +Father Benedict. + +Down in the courtyard, meanwhile, the men-at-arms had been +assembled, and the volunteers weeded out until the best men had +been selected. Black Simon had obtained a place, and great was +the joy which shone upon his grim visage. With him were chosen +young Nicholas Dagsworth, a gentleman adventurer who was nephew to +the famous Sir Thomas, Walter the German, Hulbitee--a huge +peasant whose massive frame gave promise which his sluggish spirit +failed to fulfil--John Alcock, Robin Adey and Raoul Provost. +These with three others made up the required thirty. Great was +the grumbling and evil the talk amongst the archers when it was +learned that none of them were to be included, but the bow had +been forbidden on either side. It is true that many of them were +expert fighters both with ax and with sword, but they were unused +to carry heavy armor, and a half-armed man would have short shrift +in such a hand-to-hand struggle as lay before them. + +It was two hours after tierce, or one hour before noon, on the +fourth Wednesday of Lent in the year of Christ 1351 that the men +of Ploermel rode forth from their castle-gate and crossed the +bridge of the Due. In front was Bambro' with his Squire Croquart, +the latter on a great roan horse bearing the banner of Ploermel, +which was a black rampant lion holding a blue flag upon a field of +ermine. Behind him came Robert Knolles and Nigel Loring, with an +attendant at their side, who carried the pennon of the black +raven. Then rode Sir Thomas Percy with his blue lion flaunting +above him, and Sir Hugh Calverly, whose banner bore a silver owl, +followed by the massive Belford who carried a huge iron club, +weighing sixty pounds, upon his saddlebow, and Sir Thomas Walton +the knight of Surrey. Behind them were four brave Anglo-Bretons, +Perrot de Commelain, Le Gaillart, d'Aspremont and d'Ardaine, who +fought against their own countrymen because they were partisans of +the Countess of Montfort. Her engrailed silver cross upon a blue +field was carried at their head. In the rear were five German or +Hainault mercenaries, the tall Hulbitee, and the men-at-arms. +Altogether of these combatants twenty were of English birth, four +were Breton and six were of German blood. + +So, with glitter of armor and flaunting of pennons, their +warhorses tossing and pawing, the champions rode down to the +midway oak. Behind them streamed hundreds of archers and men- +at-arms whose weapons had been wisely taken from them lest a +general battle should ensue. With them also went the townsfolk, +men and women, together with wine-sellers, provisions merchants, +armorers, grooms and heralds, with surgeons to tend the wounded +and priests to shrive the dying. The path was blocked by this +throng, but all over the face of the country horsemen and footmen, +gentle and simple, men and women, could be seen speeding their way +to the scene of the encounter. + +The journey was not a long one, for presently, as they threaded +their way through the fields, there appeared before them a great +gray oak which spread its gnarled leafless branches over the +corner of a green and level meadow. The tree was black with the +peasants who had climbed into it, and all round it was a huge +throng, chattering and calling like a rookery at sunset. A storm +of hooting broke out from them at the approach of the English, for +Bambro' was hated in the country where he raised money for the +Montfort cause by putting every parish to ransom and maltreating +those who refused to pay. There was little amenity in the warlike +ways which had been learned upon the Scottish border. The +champions rode onward without deigning to take notice of the +taunts of the rabble, but the archers turned that way and soon +beat the mob to silence. Then they resolved themselves into the +keepers of the ground, and pressed the people back until they +formed a dense line along the edge of the field, leaving the +whole space clear for the warriors. + +The Breton champions had not yet arrived, so the English tethered +their horses at one side of the ground, and then gathered round +their leader. Every man had his shield slung round his neck, and +had cut his spear to the length of five feet so that it might be +more manageable for fighting on foot. Besides the spear a sword +or a battle-ax hung at the side of each. They were clad from head +to foot in armor, with devices upon the crests and surcoats to +distinguish them from their antagonists. At present their visors +were still up and they chatted gayly with each other. + +"By Saint Dunstan!" cried Percy, slapping his gauntleted hands +together and stamping his steel feet. "I shall be right glad to +get to work, for my blood is chilled." + +"I warrant you will be warm enough ere you get through," said +Calverly. + +"Or cold forever. Candle shall burn and bell toll at Alnwick +Chapel if I leave this ground alive, but come what may, fair sirs, +it should be a famous joust and one which will help us forward. +Surely each of us will have worshipfully won worship, if we chance +to come through." + +"You say truth, Thomas," said Knolles, bracing his girdle. "For +my own part I have no joy in such encounters when there is warfare +to be carried out, for it standeth not aright that a man should +think of his own pleasure and advancement rather than of the +King's cause and the weal of the army. But in times of truce I +can think of no better way in which a day may be profitably spent. +Why so silent, Nigel?" + +"Indeed, fair sir, I was looking toward Josselin, which lies as I +understand beyond those woods. I see no sign of this debonair +gentleman and of his following. It would be indeed grievous pity +if any cause came to hold them back." + +Hugh Calverly laughed at the words. "You need have no fear, young +sir," said he. "Such a spirit lies in Robert de Beaumanoir that +if he must come alone he would ride against us none the less. I +warrant that if he were on a bed of death he would be borne here +and die on the green field." + +"You say truly, Hugh," said Bambro'. "I know him and those who +ride behind him. Thirty stouter men or more skilled in arms are +not to be found in Christendom. It is in my mind that come what +may there will be much honor for all of us this day. Ever in my +head I have a rhyme which the wife of a Welsh archer gave me when +I crossed her hand with a golden bracelet after the intaking of +Bergerac. She was of the old blood of Merlin with the power of +sight. Thus she said-- + + "'Twixt the oak-tree and the river + Knightly fame aid brave endeavor + Make an honored name forever.' + +"Methinks I see the oak-tree, and yonder is the river. Surely this +should betide some good to us." + +The huge German Squire betrayed some impatience during this speech +of his leader. Though his rank was subordinate, no man present +had more experience of warfare or was more famous as a fighter +than he. He new broke brusquely into the talk. "We should be +better employed in ordering our line and making our plans than in +talking of the rhymes of Merlin or such old wives' tales," said +he. "It is to our own strong arms and good weapons that we must +trust this day. And first I would ask you, Sir Richard, what is +your will if perchance you should fall in the midst of the fight?" + +Bambro' turned to the others. "If such should be the case, fair +sirs, I desire that my Squire Croquart should command." + +There was a pause while the knights looked with some chagrin at +each other. The silence was broken by Knolles. + +"I will do what you say, Richard," said he, "though indeed it is +bitter that we who are knights should serve beneath a squire. Yet +it is not for us to fall out among ourselves now at this last +moment, and I have ever heard that Croquart is a very worthy and +valiant man. Therefore, I will pledge you on jeopardy of my soul +that I will accept him as leader if you fall." + +"So will I also, Richard," said Calverly. + +"And I too!" cried Belford. "But surely I hear music, and yonder +are their pennons amid the trees." + +They all turned, leaning upon their short spears, and watched the +advance of the men of Josselin, as their troop wound its way out +from the woodlands. In front rode three heralds with tabards of +the ermine of Brittany, blowing loudly upon silver trumpets. +Behind them a great man upon a white horse bore the banner of +Josselin which carries nine golden torteaus upon a scarlet field. +Then came the champions riding two and two, fifteen knights and +fifteen squires, each with his pennon displayed. Behind them on a +litter was borne an aged priest, the Bishop of Rennes, carrying in +his hands the viaticum and the holy oils that he might give the +last aid and comfort of the Church to those who were dying. The +procession was terminated by hundreds of men and women from +Josselin, Guegon, and Helleon, and by the entire garrison of the +fortress, who came, as the English had done, without their arms. +The head of this long column had reached the field before the rear +were clear of the wood, but as they arrived the champions picketed +their horses on the farther side, behind which their banner was +planted and the people lined up until they had inclosed the whole +lists with a dense wall of spectators. + +With keen eyes the English party had watched the armorial blazonry +of their antagonists, for those fluttering pennons and brilliant +surcoats carried a language which all men could read. In front +was the banner of Beaumanoir, blue with silver frets. His motto +"J'ayme qui m'ayme" was carried on a second flag by a little page. + +"Whose is the shield behind him--silver with scarlet drops?" +asked Knolles. + +"It is his Squire, William of Montaubon," Calverly answered. "And +there are the golden lion of Rochefort and the silver cross of Du +Bois the Strong. I would not wish to meet a better company than +are before us this day. See, there are the blue rings of young +Tintiniac, who slew my Squire Hubert last Lammastide. With the +aid of Saint George I will avenge him ere nightfall." + +"By the three kings of Almain," growled Croquart, "we will need to +fight hard this day, for never have I seen so many good soldiers +gathered together. Yonder is Yves Cheruel, whom they call the man +of iron, Caro de Bodegat also with whom I have had more than one +bickering--that is he with the three ermine circles on the +scarlet shield. There too is left-handed Alain de Karanais; bear +in mind that his stroke comes on the side where there is no +shield." + +"Who is the small stout man"--asked Nigel--"he with the black +and silver shield? By Saint Paul! he seems a very worthy person +and one from whom much might be gained, for he is nigh as broad as +he is long." + +"It is Sir Robert Raguenel," said Calverly, whose long spell of +service in Brittany had made him familiar with the people. "It is +said that he can lift a horse upon his back. Beware a full stroke +of that steel mace, for the armor is not made that can abide it. +But here is the good Beaumanoir, and surely it is time that we +came to grips." + +The Breton leader had marshaled his men in a line opposite to the +English, and now he strode forward and shook Bambro' by the hand. +"By Saint Cadoc! this is a very joyous meeting, Richard," said +he, "and we have certainly hit upon a very excellent way of +keeping a truce." + +"Indeed, Robert," said Bambro', "we owe you much thanks, for I can +see that you have been at great pains to bring a worthy company +against us this day. Surely if all should chance to perish there +will be few noble houses in Brittany who will not mourn." + +"Nay, we have none of the highest of Brittany," Beaumanoir +answered. "Neither a Blois, nor a Leon, nor a Rohan, nor a Conan, +fights in our ranks this day. And yet we are all men of blood and +coat-armor, who are ready to venture our persons for the desire of +our ladies and the love of the high order of knighthood. And now, +Richard, what is your sweet will concerning this fight?" + +"That we continue until one or other can endure no longer, for +since it is seldom that so many brave men draw together it is +fitting that we see as much as is possible of each other." + +"Richard, your words are fair and good. It shall be even as you +say. For the rest, each shall fight as pleases him best from the +time that the herald calls the word. If any man from without +shall break in upon us he shall be hanged on yonder oak." + +With a salute he drew down his visor and returned to his own men, +who were kneeling in a twinkling, many colored group whilst the +old bishop gave them his blessing. + +The heralds rode round with a warning to the spectators. Then +they halted at the side of the two bands of men who now stood in a +long line facing each other with fifty yards of grass between. +The visors had been closed, and every man was now cased in metal +from head to foot, some few glowing in brass, the greater number +shining in steel. Only their fierce eyes could be seen smoldering +in the dark shadow of their helmets. So for an instant they stood +glaring and crouching. + +Then with a loud cry of "Allez!" the herald dropped his upraised +hand, and the two lines of men shuffled as fast as their heavy +armor would permit until they met with a sharp clang of metal in +the middle of the field. There was a sound as of sixty smiths +working upon their anvils. Then the babel of yells and shouts +from the spectators, cheering on this party or that, rose and +swelled until even the uproar of the combat was drowned in that +mighty surge. + +So eager were the combatants to engage that in a few moments all +order had been lost and the two bands were mixed up in one furious +scrambling, clattering throng, each man tossed hither and thither, +thrown against one adversary and then against another, beaten and +hustled and buffeted, with only the one thought in his mind to +thrust with his spear or to beat with his ax against anyone who +came within the narrow slit of vision left by his visor. + +But alas for Nigel and his hopes of some great deed! His was at +least the fate of the brave, for he was the first to fall. With a +high heart he had placed himself in the line as nearly opposite to +Beaumanoir as he could, and had made straight for the Breton +leader, remembering that in the out set the quarrel had been so +ordered that it lay between them. But ere he could reach his goal +he was caught in the swirl of his own comrades, and being the +lighter man was swept aside and dashed into the arms of Alain de +Karanais, the left-handed swordsman, with such a crash that the +two rolled upon the ground together. Light footed as a cat, Nigel +had sprung up first, and was stooping over the Breton Squire when +the powerful dwarf Raguenel brought his mace thudding down upon +the exposed back of his helmet. With a groan Nigel fell upon his +face, blood gushing from his mouth, nose, and ears. There he lay, +trampled over by either party, while that great fight for which +his fiery soul had panted was swaying back and forward above his +unconscious form. + +But Nigel was not long unavenged. The huge iron club of Belford +struck the dwarf Raguenel to the ground, while Belford in turn was +felled by a sweeping blow from Beaumanoir. Sometimes a dozen were +on the ground at one time, but so strong was the armor, and so +deftly was the force of a blow broken by guard and shield, that +the stricken men were often pulled to their feet once more by +their comrades, and were able to continue the fight. + +Some, however, were beyond all aid. Croquart had cut at a Breton +knight named Jean Rousselot and had shorn away his shoulder-piece, +exposing his neck and the upper part of his arm. Vainly he tried +to cover this vulnerable surface with his shield. It was his +right side, and he could not stretch it far enough across, nor +could he get away on account of the press of men around him. For +a time he held his foemen at bay, but that bare patch of white +shoulder was a mark for every weapon, until at last a hatchet sank +up to the socket in the knight's chest. Almost at the same moment +a second Breton, a young Squire named Geoffrey Mellon, was slain +by a thrust from Black Simon which found the weak spot beneath the +armpit. Three other Bretons, Evan Cheruel, Caro de Bodegat, and +Tristan de Pestivien, the first two knights and the latter a +squire, became separated from their comrades, and were beaten to +the ground with English all around them, so that they had to +choose between instant death and surrender. They handed their +swords to Bambro' and stood apart, each of them sorely wounded, +watching with hot and bitter hearts the melee which still surged +up and down the field. + +But now the combat had lasted half an hour without stint or rest, +until the warriors were so exhausted with the burden of their +armor, the loss of blood, the shock of blows, and their own +furious exertions, that they could scarce totter or raise their +weapons. There must be a pause if the combat was to have any +decisive end. "Cessez! Cessez! Retirez!" cried the heralds, as +they spurred their horses between the exhausted men. + +Slowly the gallant Beaumanoir led the twenty-five men who were +left to their original station, where they opened their visors and +threw themselves down upon the grass, panting like weary dogs, and +wiping the sweat from their bloodshot eyes. A pitcher of wine of +Anjou was carried round by a page, and each in turn drained a cup, +save only Beaumanoir who kept his Lent with such strictness that +neither food nor drink might pass his lips before sunset. He +paced slowly amongst his men, croaking forth encouragement from +his parched lips and pointing out to them that among the English +there was scarce a man who was not wounded, and some so sorely +that they could hardly stand. If the fight so far had gone +against them, there were still five hours of daylight, and much +might happen before the last of them was laid upon his back. + +Varlets had rushed forth to draw away the two dead Bretons, and a +brace of English archers had carried Nigel from the field. With +his own hands Aylward had unlaced the crushed helmet and had wept +to see the bloodless and unconscious face of his young master. He +still breathed, however, and stretched upon the grass by the +riverside the bowman tended him with rude surgery, until the water +upon his brow and the wind upon his face had coaxed back the life +into his battered frame. He breathed with heavy gasps, and some +tinge of blood crept hack into his cheeks, but still he lay +unconscious of the roar of the crowd and of that great struggle +which his comrades were now waging once again. + +The English had lain for a space bleeding and breathless, in no +better case than their rivals, save that they were still +twenty-nine in number. But of this muster there were not nine who +were hale men, and some were so weak from loss of blood that they +could scarce keep standing. Yet, when the signal was at last +given to reengage there was not a man upon either side who did not +totter to his feet and stagger forward toward his enemies. + +But the opening of this second phase of the combat brought one +great misfortune and discouragement to the English. Bambro' like +the others, had undone his visor, but with his mind full of many +cares he had neglected to make it fast again. There was an +opening an inch broad betwixt it and the beaver. As the two lines +met the left-handed Breton squire, Alain de Karanais, caught sight +of Bambro's face, and in an instant thrust his short spear through +the opening. The English leader gave a cry of pain and fell on +his knees, but staggered to his feet again, too weak to raise his +shield. As he stood exposed the Breton knight, Geoffrey Dubois +the Strong, struck him such a blow with his ax that he beat in the +whole breast-plate with the breast behind it. Bambro' fell dead +upon the ground and for a few minutes a fierce fight raged round +his body. + +Then the English drew back, sullen and dogged, bearing Bambro' +with them, and the Bretons, breathing hard, gathered again in +their own quarter. At the same instant the three prisoners picked +up such weapons as were scattered upon the grass and ran over to +join their own party. + +"Nay, nay!" cried Knolles, raising his visor and advancing. "This +may not be. You have been held to mercy when we might have slain +you, and by the Virgin I will hold you dishonored, all three, if +you stand not back." + +"Say not so, Robert Knolles," Evan Cheruel answered. "Never yet +has the word dishonor been breathed with my name, but I should +count myself faineant if I did not fight beside my comrades when +chance has made it right and proper that I should do so." + +"By Saint Cadoc! he speaks truly," croaked Beaumanoir, advancing +in front of his men. "You are well aware, Robert, that it is the +law of war and the usage of chivalry that if the knight to whom +you have surrendered is himself slain the prisoners thereby become +released." + +There was no answer to this and Knolles, weary and spent, returned +to his comrades. "I would that we had slain them," said he. "We +have lost our leader and they have gained three men by the same +stroke." + +"If any more lay down their arms it is my order that you slay them +forthwith," said Croquart, whose bent sword and bloody armor +showed how manfully he had borne himself in the fray. "And now, +comrades, do not be heavy-hearted because we have lost our leader. +Indeed, his rhymes of Merlin have availed him little. By the +three kings of Almain! I can teach you what is better than an old +woman's prophecies, and that is that you should keep your +shoulders together and your shields so close that none can break +between them. Then you will know what is on either side of you, +and you can fix your eyes upon the front. Also, if any be so weak +or wounded that he must sink his hands his comrades on right and +left can bear him up. Now advance all together in God's name, for +the battle is still ours if we bear ourselves like men." + +In a solid line the English advanced, while the Bretons ran +forward as before to meet them. The swiftest of these was a +certain Squire, Geoffrey Poulart, who bore a helmet which was +fashioned as a cock's head, with high comb above, and long pointed +beak in front pierced with the breathing-holes. He thrust with +his sword at Calverly, but Belford who was the next in the line +raised his giant club and struck him a crushing blow from the +side. He staggered, and then pushing forth from the crowd, he ran +round and round in circles as one whose brain is stricken, the +blood dripping from the holes of his brazen beak. So for a long +time he ran, the crowd laughing and cock-crowing at the sight, +until at last he stumbled and fell stone-dead upon his face. But +the fighters had seen nothing of his fate, for desperate and +unceasing was the rush of the Bretons and the steady advance of +the English line. + +For a time it seemed as if nothing would break it, but gap-toothed +Beaumanoir was a general as well as a warrior. Whilst his weary, +bleeding, hard-breathing men still flung themselves upon the front +of the line, he himself with Raguenel, Tentiniac, Alain de +Karanais, and Dubois rushed round the flank and attacked the +English with fury from behind. There was a long and desperate +melee until once more the heralds, seeing the combatants stand +gasping and unable to strike a blow, rode in and called yet +another interval of truce. + +But in those few minutes whilst they had been assaulted upon both +sides, the losses of the English party had been heavy. The +Anglo-Breton D'Ardaine had fallen before Beaumanoir's sword, but +not before he had cut deeply into his enemy's shoulder. Sir +Thomas Walton, Richard of Ireland one of the Squires, and Hulbitee +the big peasant had all fallen before the mace of the dwarf +Raguenel or the swords of his companions. Some twenty men were +still left standing upon either side, but all were in the last +state of exhaustion, gasping, reeling, hardly capable of striking +a blow. + +It was strange to see them as they staggered with many a lurch and +stumble toward each other once again, for they moved like drunken +men, and the scales of their neck-armor and joints were as red as +fishes' gills when they raised them They left foul wet footprints +behind them on the green grass as they moved forward once more to +their endless contest. + +Beaumanoir, faint with the drain of his blood and with a tongue of +leather, paused as he advanced. "I am fainting, comrades," he +cried. "I must drink." + +"Drink your own blood, Beaumanoir!" cried Dubois, and the weary +men all croaked together in dreadful laughter. + +But now the English had learned from experience, and under the +guidance of Croquart they fought no longer in a straight line, but +in one so bent that at last it became a circle. As the Bretons +still pushed and staggered against it they thrust it back on every +side, until they had turned it into the most dangerous formation +of all, a solid block of men, their faces turned outward, their +weapons bristling forth to meet every attack. Thus the English +stood, and no assault could move them. They could lean against +each other back to back while they waited and allowed their foemen +to tire themselves out. Again and again the gallant Bretons tried +to make a way through. Again and again they were beaten back by a +shower of blows. + +Beaumanoir, his head giddy with fatigue, opened his helmet and +gazed in despair at this terrible, unbreakable circle. Only too +clearly he could see the inevitable result. His men were wearing +themselves out. Already many of them could scarce stir hand or +foot, and might be dead for any aid which they could give him in +winning the fight. Soon all would be in the same plight. Then +these cursed English would break their circle to swarm over his +helpless men and to strike them down. Do what he might, he could +see no way by which such an end might be prevented. He cast his +eyes round in his agony, and there was one of his Bretons slinking +away to the side of the lists. He could scarce credit his senses +when he saw by the scarlet and silver that the deserter was his +own well-tried squire, William of Montaubon. + +"William! William!" he cried. "Surely you would not leave me?" + +But the other's helmet was closed and he could hear nothing. +Beaumanoir saw that he was staggering away as swiftly as he could. +With a cry of bitter despair, he drew into a knot as many of his +braves as could still move, and together they made a last rush +upon the English spears. This time he was firmly resolved, deep +in his gallant soul, that he would come no foot back, but would +find his death there amongst his foemen or carve a path into the +heart of their ranks. The fire in his breast spread from man to +man of his followers, and amid the crashing of blows they still +locked themselves against the English shields and drove hard for +an opening in their ranks. + +But all was vain! Beaumanoir's head reeled. His senses were +leaving him. In another minute he and his men would have been +stretched senseless before this terrible circle of steel, when +suddenly the whole array fell in pieces before his eyes, his +enemies Croquart, Knolles, Calverly, Belford, all were stretched +upon the ground together, their weapons dashed from their hands +and their bodies too exhausted to rise. The surviving Bretons had +but strength to fall upon them dagger in hands, and to wring from +them their surrender with the sharp point stabbing through their +visors. Then victors and vanquished lay groaning and panting in +one helpless and blood-smeared heap. + +To Beaumanoir's simple mind it had seemed that at the supreme +moment the Saints of Brittany had risen at their country's call. +Already, as he lay gasping, his heart was pouring forth its thanks +to his patron Saint Cadoc. But the spectators had seen clearly +enough the earthly cause of this sudden victory, and a hurricane +of applause from one side, with a storm of hooting from the other +showed how different was the emotion which it raised in minds +which sympathized with the victors or the vanquished. + +William of Montaubon, the cunning squire, had made his way across +to the spot where the steeds were tethered, and had mounted his +own great roussin. At first it was thought that he was about to +ride from the field, but the howl of execration from the Breton +peasants changed suddenly to a yell of applause and delight as he +turned the beast's head for the English circle and thrust his long +prick spurs into its side. Those who faced him saw this sudden +and unexpected appearance. Time was when both horse and rider +must have winced away from the shower of their blows. But now +they were in no state to meet such a rush. They could scarce +raise their arms. Their blows were too feeble to hurt this mighty +creature. In a moment it had plunged through the ranks, and seven +of them were on the grass. It turned and rushed through them +again, leaving five others helpless beneath its hoofs. No need to +do more! Already Beaumanoir and his companions were inside the +circle, the prostrate men were helpless, and Josselin had won. + +That night a train of crestfallen archers, bearing many a +prostrate figure, marched sadly into Ploermel Castle. Behind them +rode ten men, all weary, all wounded, and all with burning hearts +against William of Montaubon for the foul trick that he had served +them. + +But over at Josselin, yellow gorse-blossoms in their helmets, the +victors were borne in on the shoulders of a shouting mob, amid the +fanfare of trumpets and the beating of drums. Such was the combat +of the Midway Oak, where brave men met brave men, and such honor +was gained that from that day he who had fought in the Battle of +the Thirty was ever given the highest place and the post of honor, +nor was it easy for any man to pretend to have been there, for it +has been said by that great chronicler who knew them all, that not +one on either side failed to carry to his grave the marks of that +stern encounter. + + + + +XXIV. HOW NIGEL WAS CALLED TO HIS MASTER + + +"My sweet ladye," wrote Nigel in a script which it would take the +eyes of love to read, "there hath been a most noble meeting in the +fourth sennight of Lent betwixt some of our own people and sundry +most worthy persons of this country, which ended, by the grace of +our Lady, in so fine a joust that no man living can call to mind +so fair an occasion. Much honor was gained by the Sieurde +Beaumanoir and also by an Almain named Croquart, with whom I hope +to have some speech when I am hale again, for he is a most +excellent person and very ready to advance himself or to relieve +another from a vow. For myself I had hoped, with Godde's help, to +venture that third small deed which might set me free to haste to +your sweet side, but things have gone awry with me, and I early +met with such scathe and was of so small comfort to my friends +that my heart is heavy within me, and in sooth I feel that I have +lost honor rather than gained it. Here I have lain since the +Feast of the Virgin, and here I am like still to be, for I can +move no limb, save only my hand; but grieve not, sweet lady, for +Saint Catharine hath been our friend since in so short a time I +had two such ventures as the Red Ferret and the intaking of the +Reaver's fortalice. It needs but one more deed, and sickerly when +I am hale once more it will not be long ere I seek it out. Till +then, if my eyes may not rest upon you, my heart at least is ever +at thy feet." + +So he wrote from his sick-room in the Castle of Ploermel late in +the summer, but yet another summer had come before his crushed +head had mended and his wasted limbs had gained their strength +once more. With despair he heard of the breaking of the truce, +and of the fight at Mauron in which Sir Robert Knolles and Sir +Walter Bentley crushed the rising power of Brittany--a fight in +which many of the thirty champions of Josselin met their end. +Then, when with renewed strength and high hopes in his heart he +went forth to search for the famous Croquart who proclaimed +himself ever ready night or day to meet any man with any weapon, +it was only to find that in trying the paces of his new horse the +German had been cast into a ditch and had broken his neck. In the +same ditch perished Nigel's last chance of soon accomplishing that +deed which should free him from his vow. + +There was truce once more over all Christendom, and mankind was +sated with war, so that only in far-off Prussia, where the +Teutonic knights waged ceaseless battle with the Lithuanian +heathen, could he hope to find his heart's desire. But money and +high knightly fame were needed ere a man could go upon the +northern crusade, and ten years were yet to pass ere Nigel should +look from the battlements of Marienberg on the waters of the +Frische Haff, or should endure the torture of the hot plate when +bound to the Holy Woden stone of Memel. Meanwhile, he chafed his +burning soul out through the long seasons of garrison life in +Brittany, broken only by one visit to the chateau of the father of +Raoul, when he carried to the Lord of Grosbois the news of how his +son had fallen like a gallant gentleman under the gateway of La +Brohiniere. + +And then, then at last, when all hope was well-nigh dead in his +heart, there came one glorious July morning which brought a +horseman bearing a letter to the Castle of Vannes, of which Nigel +now was seneschal. It contained but few words, short and clear as +the call of a war-trumpet. It was Chandos who wrote. He needed +his Squire at his side, for his pennon was in the breeze once +more. He was at Bordeaux. The Prince was starting at once for +Bergerac, whence he would make a great raid into France. It would +not end without a battle. They had sent word of their coming, and +the good French King had promised to be at great pains to receive +them. Let Nigel hasten at once. If the army had left, then let +him follow after with all speed. Chandos had three other squires, +but would very gladly see his fourth once again, for he had heard +much of him since he parted, and nothing which he might not have +expected to hear of his father's son. Such was the letter which +made the summer sun shine brighter and the blue sky seem of a +still fairer blue upon that happy morning in Vannes. + +It is a weary way from Vannes to Bordeaux. Coastwise ships are +hard to find, and winds blow north when all brave hearts would +fain be speeding south. A full month has passed from the day when +Nigel received his letter before he stood upon the quay-side of +the Garonne amid the stacked barrels of Gascon wine and helped to +lead Pommers down the gang-planks. Not Aylward himself had a +worse opinion of the sea than the great yellow horse, and he +whinnied with joy as he thrust his muzzle into his master's +outstretched hand, and stamped his ringing hoofs upon the good +firm cobblestones. Beside him, slapping his tawny shoulder in +encouragement, was the lean spare form of Back Simon who had +remained ever under Nigel's pennon. + +But Aylward, where was he? Alas! two years before he and the +whole of Knolles' company of archers had been drafted away on the +King's service to Guienne, and since he could not write the Squire +knew not whether he was alive or dead. Simon, indeed, had thrice +heard of him from wandering archers, each time that he was alive +and well and newly married, but as the wife in one case was a fair +maid, and in another a dark, while in the third she was a French +widow, it was hard to know the truth. + +Already the army had been gone a month, but news of it came daily +to the town, and such news as all men could read, for through the +landward gates there rolled one constant stream of wagons, pouring +down the Libourne Road, and bearing the booty of Southern France. +The town was full of foot-soldiers, for none but mounted men had +been taken by the Prince. With sad faces and longing eyes they +watched the passing of the train of plunder-laden carts, piled +high with rich furniture, silks, velvets, tapestries, carvings, +and precious metals, which had been the pride of many a lordly +home in fair Auvergne or the wealthy Bourbonnais. + +Let no man think that in these wars England alone was face to face +with France alone. There is glory and to spare without trifling +with the truth. Two Provinces in France, both rich and warlike, +had become English through a royal marriage, and these, Guienne +and Gascony, furnished many of the most valiant soldiers under the +island flag. So poor a country as England could not afford to +keep a great force overseas, and so must needs have lost the war +with France through want of power to uphold the struggle. The +feudal system enabled an army to be drawn rapidly together with +small expense, but at the end of a few weeks it dispersed again as +swiftly, and only by a well-filled money-chest could it be held +together. There was no such chest in England, and the King was +forever at his wits' end how to keep his men in the field. + +But Guienne and Gascony were full of knights and squires who were +always ready to assemble from their isolated castles for a raid +into France, and these with the addition of those English +cavaliers who fought for honor, and a few thousand of the +formidable archers, hired for fourpence a day, made an army with +which a short campaign could be carried on. Such were the +materials of the Prince's force, some eight thousand strong, who +were now riding in a great circle through Southern France, leaving +a broad wale of blackened and ruined country behind them. + +But France, even with her southwestern corner in English hands, +was still a very warlike power, far richer and more populous than +her rival. Single Provinces were so great that they were stronger +than many a kingdom. Normandy in the north, Burgundy in the east, +Brittany in the west and Languedoc in the south were each capable +of fitting out a great army of their own. Therefore the brave and +spirited John, watching from Paris this insolent raid into his +dominions, sent messengers in hot haste to all these great +feudatories as well as to Lorraine, Picardy, Auvergne, Hainault, +Vermandois, Champagne, and to the German mercenaries over his +eastern border, bidding all of them to ride hard, with bloody +spur, day and night, until they should gather to a head at +Chartres. + +There a great army had assembled early in September, whilst the +Prince, all unconscious of its presence sacked towns and besieged +castles from Bourges to Issodun, passing Romorautin, and so onward +to Vierzon and to Tours. From week to week there were merry +skirmishes at barriers, brisk assaults of fortresses in which much +honor was won, knightly meetings with detached parties of +Frenchmen and occasional spear-runnings where noble champions +deigned to venture their persons. Houses, too, were to be +plundered, while wine and women were in plenty. Never had either +knights or archers had so pleasant and profitable an excursion, so +that it was with high heart and much hope of pleasant days at +Bordeaux with their pockets full of money that the army turned +south from the Loire and began to retrace its steps to the +seaboard city. + +But now its pleasant and martial promenade changed suddenly to +very serious work of war. As the Prince moved south he found that +all, supplies had been cleared away from in front of him and that +there was neither fodder for the horses nor food for the men. Two +hundred wagons laden with spoil rolled at the head of the army, +but the starving soldiers would soon have gladly changed it all +for as many loads of bread and of meat. The light troops of the +French had preceded then and burned or destroyed everything that +could be of use. Now also for the first time the Prince and his +men became aware that a great army was moving upon the eastern +side of them, streaming southward in the hope of cutting off their +retreat to the sea. The sky glowed with their fires at night, and +the autumn sun twinkled and gleamed from one end of the horizon to +the other upon the steel caps and flashing weapons of a mighty +host. + +Anxious to secure his plunder, and conscious that the levies of +France were far superior in number to his own force, the Prince +redoubled his attempts to escape; but his horses were exhausted +and his starving men were hardly to be kept in order. A few more +days would unfit them for battle. Therefore, when he found near +the village of Maupertuis a position in which a small force might +have a chance to hold its own, he gave up the attempt to outmarch +his pursuers, and he turned at bay, like a hunted boar, all tusks +and eyes of flame. + +Whilst these high events had been in progress, Nigel with Black +Simon and four other men-at-arms from Bordeaux, was hastening +northward to join the army. As far as Bergerac they were in a +friendly land, but thence onward they rode over a blackened +landscape with many a roofless house, its two bare gable-ends +sticking upward--a "Knolles' miter" as it was afterward called +when Sir Robert worked his stern will upon the country. For three +days they rode northward, seeing many small parties of French in +all directions, but too eager to reach the army to ease their +march in the search of adventures. + +Then at last after passing Lusignan they began to come in touch +with English foragers, mounted bowmen for the most part, who were +endeavoring to collect supplies either for the army or for +themselves. From them Nigel learned that the Prince, with Chandos +ever at his side, was hastening south and might be met within a +short day's march. As he still advanced these English stragglers +became more and more numerous, until at last he overtook a +considerable column of archers moving in the same direction as his +own party. These were men whose horses had failed them and who +had therefore been left behind on the advance, but were now +hastening to be in time for the impending battle. A crowd of +peasant girls accompanied them upon their march, and a whole train +of laden mules were led beside them. + +Nigel and his little troop of men-at-arms were riding past the +archers when Black Simon with a sudden exclamation touched his +leader upon the arm. + +"See yonder, fair sir," he cried, with gleaming eyes, "there where +the wastrel walks with the great fardel upon his back! Who is he +who marches behind him?" + +Nigel looked, and was aware of a stunted peasant who bore upon his +rounded back an enormous bundle very much larger than himself. +Behind him walked a burly broad-shouldered archer, whose stained +jerkin and battered headpiece gave token of long and hard service. +His bow was slung over his shoulder, and his arms were round the +waists of two buxom Frenchwomen, who tripped along beside him with +much laughter and many saucy answers flung back over their +shoulders to a score of admirers behind them. + +"Aylward!" cried Nigel, spurring forward. + +The archer turned his bronzed face, stared for an instant with +wild eyes, and then, dropping his two ladies, who were instantly +carried off by his comrades, he rushed to seize the hand which his +young master held down to him. "Now, by my hilt, Squire Nigel, +this is the fairest sight of my lifetime!" he cried. "And you, +old leather-face! Nay, Simon, I would put my arms round your +dried herring of a body, if I could but reach you. Here is +Pommers too, and I read in his eye that he knows me well and is as +ready to put his teeth into me as when he stood in my father's +stall." + +It was like a whiff of the heather-perfumed breezes of Hankley to +see his homely face once more. Nigel laughed with sheer joy as he +looked at him. + +"It was an ill day when the King's service called you from my +side," said he, "and by Saint Paul! I am right glad to set eyes +upon you once more! I see well that you are in no wise altered, +but the same Aylward that I have ever known. But who is this +varlet with the great bundle who waits upon your movements?" + +"It is no less than a feather-bed, fair sir, which he bears upon +his back, for I would fain bring it to Tilford, and yet it is +overlarge for me when I take my place with my fellows in the +ranks. But indeed this war has been a most excellent one, and I +have already sent half a wagonload of my gear back to Bordeaux to +await my homecoming. Yet I have my fears when I think of all the +rascal foot-archers who are waiting there, for some folk have no +grace or honesty in their souls, and cannot keep their hands from +that which belongs to another. But if I may throw my leg over +yonder spare horse I will come on with you, fair sir, for indeed +it would be joy to my heart to know that I was riding under your +banner once again." + +So Aylward, having given instructions to the bearer of his +feather-bed, rode away in spite of shrill protests from his French +companions, who speedily consoled themselves with those of his +comrades who seemed to have most to give. Nigel's party was soon +clear of the column of archers and riding hard in the direction of +the Prince's army. They passed by a narrow and winding track, +through the great wood of Nouaille, and found before them a marshy +valley down which ran a sluggish stream. Along its farther bank +hundreds of horses were being watered, and beyond was a dense +block of wagons. Through these the comrades passed, and then +topped a small mound from which the whole strange scene lay spread +before them. + +Down the valley the slow stream meandered with marshy meadows on +either side. A mile or two lower a huge drove of horses were to +be seen assembled upon the bank. They were the steeds of the +French cavalry, and the blue haze of a hundred fires showed where +King John's men were camping. In front of the mound upon which +they stood the English line was drawn, but there were few fires, +for indeed, save their horses, there was little for them to cook. +Their right rested upon the river, and their array stretched +across a mile of ground until the left was in touch with a tangled +forest which guarded it from flank attack. In front was a long +thick hedge and much broken ground, with a single deeply rutted +country road cutting through it in the middle. Under the hedge +and along the Whole front of the position lay swarms of archers +upon the grass, the greater number slumbering peacefully with +sprawling limbs in the warm rays of the September sun. Behind +were the quarters of the various knights, and from end to end flew +the banners and pennons marked with the devices of the chivalry of +England and Guienne. + +With a glow in his heart Nigel saw those badges of famous captains +and leaders and knew that now at last he also might show his +coat-armor in such noble company. There was the flag of Jean +Grailly, the Captal de Buch, five silver shells on a black cross, +which marked the presence of the most famous soldier of Gascony, +while beside it waved the red lion of the noble Knight of +Hainault, Sir Eustace d'Ambreticourt. These two coats Nigel knew, +as did every warrior in Europe, but a dense grove of pennoned +lances surrounded them, bearing charges which were strange to him, +from which he understood that these belonged to the Guienne +division of the army. Farther down the line the famous English +ensigns floated on the wind, the scarlet and gold of Warwick, the +silver star of Oxford, the golden cross of Suffolk, the blue and +gold of Willoughby, and the gold-fretted scarlet of Audley. In +the very center of them, all was one which caused all others to +pass from his mind, for close to the royal banner of England, +crossed with the label of the Prince, there waved the war-worn +flag with the red wedge upon the golden field which marked the +quarters of the noble Chandos. + +At the sight Nigel set spurs to his horse, and a few minutes later +had reached the spot. Chandos, gaunt from hunger and want of +sleep, but with the old fire lurking in his eye, was standing by +the Prince's tent, gazing down at what could be seen of the French +array, and heavy with thought. Nigel sprang from his horse and +was within touch of his master when the silken hanging of the +royal tent was torn violently aside and Edward rushed out. + +He was without his armor and clad in a sober suit of black, but +the high dignity of his bearing and the imperious anger which +flushed his face proclaimed the leader and the Prince. At his +heels was a little white-haired ecclesiastic in a flowing gown of +scarlet sendal, expostulating and arguing in a torrent of words. + +"Not another word, my Lord Cardinal," cried the angry prince. "I +have listened to you overlong, and by God's dignity! that which +you say is neither good nor fair in my ears. Hark you, John, I +would have your counsel. What think you is the message which my +Lord Cardinal of Perigord has carried from the King of France? He +says that of his clemency he will let my army pass back to +Bordeaux if we will restore to him all that we have taken, remit +all ransoms, and surrender my own person with that of a hundred +nobles of England and Guienne to be held as prisoners. What think +you, John?" + +Chandos smiled. "Things are not done in that fashion," said he. + +"But my Lord Chandos," cried the Cardinal, "I have made it clear +to the Prince that indeed it is a scandal to all Christendom and a +cause of mocking to the heathen, that two great sons of the Church +should turn their swords thus upon each other." + +"Then bid the King of France keep clear of us," said the Prince. + +"Fair son, you are aware that you are in the heart of his country +and that it standeth not aright that he should suffer you to go +forth as you came. You have but a small army, three thousand +bowmen and five thousand men-at-arms at the most, who seem in evil +case for want of food and rest. The King has thirty thousand men +at his back, of which twenty thousand are expert men-at-arms. It +is fitting therefore that you make such terms as you may, lest +worse befall." + +"Give my greetings to the King of France and tell him that England +will never pay ransom for me. But it seems to me, my Lord +Cardinal, that you have our numbers and condition very ready upon +your tongue, and I would fain know how the eye of a Churchman can +read a line of battle so easily. I have seen that these knights +of your household have walked freely to and fro within our camp, +and I much fear that when I welcomed you as envoys I have in truth +given my protection to spies. How say you, my Lord Cardinal?" + +"Fair Prince, I know not how you can find it in your heart or +conscience to say such evil words." + +"There is this red-bearded nephew of thine, Robert de Duras. See +where he stands yonder, counting and prying. Hark hither, young +sir! I have been saying to your uncle the Cardinal that it is in +my mind that you and your comrades have carried news of our +dispositions to the French King. How say you?" + +The knight turned pale and sank his eyes. "My lord," he murmured, +"it may be that I have answered some questions." + +"And how will such answers accord with your honor, seeing that we +have trusted you since you came in the train of the Cardinal?" + +"My lord, it is true that I am in the train of the Cardinal, and +yet I am liege man of King John and a knight of France, so I pray +you to assuage your wrath against me." + +The Prince ground his teeth and his piercing eyes blazed upon the +youth. "By my father's soul! I can scarce forbear to strike you +to the earth! But this I promise you, that if you show that sign +of the Red Griffin in the field and if you be taken alive in +to-morrow's battle, your head shall most assuredly be shorn from +your shoulders." + +"Fair son, indeed you speak wildly," cried the Cardinal. "I +pledge you my word that neither my nephew Robert nor any of my +train will take part in the battle. And now I leave you, sire, +and may God assoil your soul, for indeed in all this world no men +stand in greater peril than you and those who are around you, and +I rede you that you spend the night in such ghostly exercises as +may best prepare you for that which may befall." So saying the +Cardinal bowed, and with his household walking behind him set off +for the spot where they had left their' horses, whence they rode +to the neighboring Abbey. + +The angry Prince turned upon his heel and entered his tent once +more, whilst Chandos, glancing round, held out a warm welcoming +hand to Nigel. + +"I have heard much of your noble deeds," said he. "Already your +name rises as a squire errant. I stood no higher, nor so high, at +your age." + +Nigel flushed with pride and pleasure. "Indeed, my dear lord, it +is very little that I have done. But now that I am back at your +side I hope that in truth I shall learn to bear myself in worthy +fashion, for where else should I win honor if it be not under your +banner." + +"Truly, Nigel, you have come at a very good time for advancement. +I cannot see how we can leave this spot without a great battle +which will live in men's minds forever. In all our fights in +France I cannot call to mind any in which they have been so strong +or we so weak as now, so that there will be the more honor to be +gained. I would that we had two thousand more archers. But I +doubt not that we shall give them much trouble ere they drive us +out from amidst these hedges. Have you seen the French?" + +"Nay, fair sir, I have but this moment arrived." + +"I was about to ride forth myself to coast their army and observe +their countenance, so come with me ere the night fall, and we +shall see what we can of their order and dispositions." + +There was a truce betwixt the two forces for the day, on account +of the ill-advised and useless interposition of the Cardinal of +Perigord, Hence when Chandos and Nigel had pushed their horses +through the long hedge which fronted the position they found that +many small parties of the knights of either army were riding up +and down on the plain outside. The greater number of these groups +were French, since it was very necessary for them to know as much +as possible of the English defenses; and many of their scouts had +ridden up to within a hundred yards of the hedge, where they were +sternly ordered back by the pickets of archers on guard. + +Through these scattered knots of horsemen Chandos rode, and as +many of them were old antagonists it was "Ha, John!" on the one +side, and "Ha, Raoul!" "Ha, Nicholas!" "Ha, Guichard!" upon the +other, as they brushed past them. Only one cavalier greeted them +amiss, a large, red-faced man, the Lord Clermont, who by some +strange chance bore upon his surcoat a blue virgin standing amid +golden sunbeams, which was the very device which Chandos had +donned for the day. The fiery Frenchman dashed across their path +and drew his steed back on to its haunches. + +"How long is it, my Lord Chandos," said he hotly, "since you have +taken it upon yourself to wear my arms?" + +Chandos smiled. "It is surely you who have mine," said he, "since +this surcoat was worked for thee by the good nuns of Windsor a long +year ago." + +"If it were not for the truce," said Clermont, "I would soon show +you that you have no right to wear it." + +"Look for it then in the battle to-morrow, and I also will look +for yours," Chandos answered. "There we can very honorably settle +the matter." + +But the Frenchman was choleric and hard to appease. "You English +can invent nothing," said he, "and you take for your own whatever +you see handsome belonging to others." So, grumbling and fuming, +he rode upon his way, while Chandos, laughing gayly, spurred +onward across the plain. + +The immediate front of the English line was shrouded with +scattered trees and bushes which hid the enemy; but when they had +cleared these a fair view of the great French army lay before +them. In the center of the huge camp was a long and high pavilion +of red silk, with the silver lilies of the King at one end of it, +and the golden oriflamme, the battle-flag of old France, at the +other. Like the reeds of a pool from side to side of the broad +array, and dwindling away as far as their eyes could see, were the +banners and pennons of high barons and famous knights, but above +them all flew the ducal standards which showed that the feudal +muster of all the warlike provinces of France was in the field +before them. + +With a kindling eye Chandos looked across at the proud ensigns of +Normandy, or Burgundy, of Auvergne, of Champagne, of Vermandois, +and of Berry, flaunting and gleaming in the rays of the sinking +sun. Riding slowly down the line he marked with attentive gaze +the camp of the crossbowmen, the muster of the German mercenaries, +the numbers of the foot-soldiers, the arms of every proud vassal +or vavasor which might give some guide as to the power of each +division. From wing to wing and round the flanks he went, keeping +ever within crossbow-shot of the army, and then at last having +noted all things in his mind he turned his horse's head and rode +slowly back, heavy with thought, to the English lines. + + + + +XXV. HOW THE KING OF FRANCE HELD COUNSEL AT MAUPERTUIS + + +The morning of Sunday, the nineteenth of September, in the year of +our Lord 1356, was cold and fine. A haze which rose from the +marshy valley of Muisson covered both camps and set the starving +Englishmen shivering, but it cleared slowly away as the sun rose. +In the red silken pavilion of the French King--the same which had +been viewed by Nigel and Chandos the evening before--a solemn +mass was held by the Bishop of Chalons, who prayed for those who +were about to die, with little thought in his mind that his own +last hour was so near at hand. Then, when communion had been +taken by the King and his four young sons the altar was cleared +away, and a great red-covered table placed lengthwise down the +tent, round which John might assemble his council and determine +how best he should proceed. With the silken roof, rich tapestries +of Arras round the walls and Eastern rugs beneath the feet, his +palace could furnish no fairer chamber. + +King John, who sat upon the canopied dais at the upper end, was +now in the sixth year of his reign and the thirty-sixth of his +life. He was a short burly man, ruddy-faced and deep-chested, +with dark kindly eyes and a most noble bearing. It did not need +the blue cloak sewed with silver lilies to mark him as the King. +Though his reign had been short, his fame was already widespread +over all Europe as a kindly gentleman and a fearless soldier--a +fit leader for a chivalrous nation. His elder son, the Duke of +Normandy, still hardly more than a boy, stood beside him, his hand +upon the King's shoulder, and John half turned from time to time +to fondle him. On the right, at the same high dais, was the +King's younger brother, the Duke of Orleans, a pale heavy-featured +man, with a languid manner and intolerant eyes. On the left was +the Duke of Bourbon, sad-faced and absorbed, with that gentle +melancholy in his eyes and bearing which comes often with the +premonition of death. All these were in their armor, save only +for their helmets, which lay upon the board before them. + +Below, grouped around the long red table, was an assembly of the +most famous warriors in Europe. At the end nearest the King was +the veteran soldier the Duke of Athens, son of a banished father, +and now High Constable of France. On one side of him sat the +red-faced and choleric Lord Clermont, with the same blue Virgin in +golden rays upon his surcoat which had caused his quarrel with +Chandos the night before. On the other was a noble-featured +grizzly-haired soldier, Arnold d'Andreghen, who shared with +Clermont the honor of being Marshal of France. Next to them sat +Lord James of Bourbon, a brave warrior who was afterwards slain by +the White Company at Brignais, and beside him a little group of +German noblemen, including the Earl of Salzburg and the Earl of +Nassau, who had ridden over the frontier with their formidable +mercenaries at the bidding of the French King. The ridged armor +and the hanging nasals of their bassinets were enough in +themselves to tell every soldier that they were from beyond the +Rhine. At the other side of the table were a line of proud and +warlike Lords, Fiennes, Chatillon, Nesle, de Landas, de Beaujeu, +with the fierce knight errant de Chargny, he who had planned the +surprise of Calais, and Eustace de Ribeaumont, who had upon the +same occasion won the prize of valor from the hands of Edward of +England. Such were the chiefs to whom the King now turned for +assistance and advice. + +"You have already heard, my friends," said he, "that the Prince of +Wales has made no answer to the proposal which we sent by the Lord +Cardinal of Perigord. Certes this is as it should be, and though +I have obeyed the call of Holy Church I had no fears that so +excellent a Prince as Edward of England would refuse to meet us in +battle. I am now of opinion that we should fall upon them at +once, lest perchance the Cardinal's cross should again come +betwixt our swords and our enemies." + +A buzz of joyful assent arose from the meeting, and even from the +attendant men-at-arms who guarded the door. When it had died away +the Duke of Orleans rose in his place beside the King. + +"Sire," said he, "you speak as we would have you do, and I for one +am of opinion that the Cardinal of Perigord has been an ill friend +of France, for why should we bargain for a part when we have but +to hold out our hand in order to grasp the whole? What need is +there for words? Let us spring to horse forthwith and ride over +this handful of marauders who have dared to lay waste your fair +dominions. If one of them go hence save as our prisoner we are +the more to blame." + +"By Saint Denis, brother!" said the King, smiling, "if words could +slay you would have had them all upon their backs ere ever we left +Chartres. You are new to war, but when you have had experience of +a stricken field or two you would know that things must be done +with forethought and in order or they may go awry. In our +father's time we sprang to horse and spurred upon these English at +Crecy and elsewhere as you advise, but we had little profit from +it, and now we are grown wiser. How say you, Sieur de Ribeaumont? +You have coasted their lines and observed their countenance. +Would you ride down upon them, as my brother has advised, or how +would you order the matter?" + +De Ribeaumont, a tall dark-eyed handsome man, paused ere he +answered. "Sire," he said at last, "I have indeed ridden along +their front and down their flanks, in company with Lord Landas and +Lord de Beaujeu, who are here at your council to witness to what I +say. Indeed, sire, it is in my mind that though the English are +few in number yet they are in such a position amongst these hedges +and vines that you would be well-advised if you were to leave them +alone, for they have no food and must retreat, so that you will be +able to follow them and to fight them to better advantage." + +A murmur of disapproval rose from the company, and the Lord +Clermont, Marshal of the army, sprang to his feet, his face red +with anger. + +"Eustace; Eustace," said he, "I bear in mind the days when you +were of great heart and high enterprise, but since King Edward +gave you yonder chaplet of pearls you have ever been backward +against the English!" + +"My Lord Clermont," said de Ribeaumont sternly, "it is not for me +to brawl at the King's council and in the face of the enemy, but +we will go further into this matter at some other time. +Meanwhile, the King has asked me for my advice and I have given it +as best I might." + +"It had been better for your honor, Sir Eustace, had you held your +peace," said the Duke of Orleans. "Shall we let them slip from +our fingers when we have them here and are fourfold their number? +I know not where we should dwell afterwards, for I am very sure +that we should be ashamed to ride back to Paris, or to look our +ladies in the eyes again." + +"Indeed, Eustace, you have done well to say what is in your mind," +said the King; "but I have already said that we shall join battle +this morning, so that there is no room here for further talk. But +I would fain have heard from you how it would be wisest and best +that we attack them?" + +"I will advise you, sire, to the best of my power. Upon their +right is a river with marshes around it, and upon their left a +great wood, so that we can advance only upon the center. Along +their front is a thick hedge, and behind it I saw the green +jerkins of their archers, as thick as the sedges by the river. It +is broken by one road where only four horsemen could ride abreast, +which leads through the position. It is clear then that if we are +to drive them back we must cross the great hedge, and I am very +sure that the horses will not face it with such a storm of arrows +beating from behind it. Therefore, it is my council that we fight +upon foot, as the English did at Crecy, for indeed we may find +that our horses will be more hindrance than help to us this day." + +"The same thought was in my own mind, sire," said Arnold +d'Andreghen the veteran Marshal. "At Crecy the bravest had to +turn their backs, for what can a man do with a horse which is mad +with pain and fear? If we advance upon foot we are our own +masters, and if we stop the shame is ours." + +"The counsel is good," said the Duke of Athens, turning his shrewd +wizened face to the King; "but one thing only I would add to it. +The strength of these people lies in their archers, and if we +could throw them into disorder, were it only for a short time, we +should win the hedge; else they will shoot so strongly that we +must lose many men before we reach it, for indeed we have learned +that no armor will keep out their shafts when they are close." + +"Your words, fair sir, are both good and wise," said the King, +"but I pray you to tell us how you would throw these archers into +disorder?" + +"I would choose three hundred horsemen, sire, the best and most +forward in the army. With these I would ride up the narrow road, +and so turn to right and left, falling upon the archers behind the +hedge. It may be that the three hundred would suffer sorely, but +what are they among so great a host, if a road may be cleared for +their companions?" + +"I would say a word to that, sire," cried the German Count of +Nassau, "I have come here with my comrades to venture our persons +in your quarrel; but we claim the right to fight in our own +fashion, and we would count it dishonor to dismount from our +steeds out of fear of the arrows of the English. Therefore, with +your permission, we will ride to the front, as the Duke of Athens +has advised, and so clear a path for the rest of you." + +"This may not be!" cried the Lord Clermont angrily. "It would be +strange indeed if Frenchmen could not be found to clear a path for +the army of the King of France. One would think to hear you talk, +my Lord Count, that your hardihood was greater than our own, but +by our Lady of Rocamadour you will learn before nightfall that it +is not so. It is for me, who am a Marshal of France; to lead +these three hundred, since it is an honorable venture." + +"And I claim the same right for the same reason," said Arnold of +Andreghen. + +The German Count struck the table with his mailed fist. "Do what +you like!" said he. "But this only I can promise you, that +neither I nor any of my German riders will descend from our horses +so long as they are able to carry us, for in our country it is +only people of no consequence who fight upon their feet." + +The Lord Clermont was leaning angrily forward with some hot reply +when King John intervened. "Enough, enough!" he said. "It is for +you to give your opinions, and for me to tell you what you will +do. Lord Clermont, and you, Arnold, you will choose three hundred +of the bravest cavaliers in the army and you will endeavor to +break these archers. As to you and your Germans, my Lord Nassau, +you will remain upon horseback, since you desire it, and you will +follow the Marshals and support them as best you may. The rest of +the army will advance upon foot, in three other divisions as +arranged: yours, Charles," and he patted his son, the Duke of +Normandy, affectionately upon the hand; "yours, Philip," he +glanced at the Duke of Orleans; "and the main battle which is my +own. To you, Geoffrey de Chargny, I intrust the oriflamme this +day. But who is this knight and what does he desire?" + +A young knight, ruddy-bearded and tall, a red griffin upon his +surcoat, had appeared in the opening of the tent. His flushed +face and disheveled dress showed that he had come in haste. +"Sire," said he, "I am Robert de Duras, of the household of the +Cardinal de Perigord. I have told you yesterday all that I have +learned of the English camp. This morning I was again admitted to +it, and I have seen their wagons moving to the rear. Sire, they +are in flight for Bordeaux." + +"'Fore God, I knew it!" cried the Duke of Orleans in a voice of +fury. "Whilst we have been talking they have slipped through our +fingers. Did I not warn you?" + +"Be silent, Philip!" said the King angrily. "But you, sir, have +you seen this with your own eyes?" + +"With my own eyes, sire, and I have ridden straight from their +camp." + +King John looked at him with a stern gaze. "I know not how it +accords with your honor to carry such tidings in such a fashion," +said he; "but we cannot choose but take advantage of it. Fear +not, brother Philip, it is in my mind that you will see all that +you would wish of the Englishmen before nightfall. Should we fall +upon them whilst they cross the ford it will be to our advantage. +Now, fair sirs, I pray you to hasten to your posts and to carry +out all that we have agreed. Advance the oriflamme, Geoffrey, and +do you marshal the divisions, Arnold. So may God and Saint Denis +have us in their holy keeping this day!" + +The Prince of Wales stood upon that little knoll where Nigel had +halted the day before. Beside him were Chandos, and a tall +sun-burned warrior of middle age, the Gascon Captal de Buch. The +three men were all attentively watching the distant French lines, +while behind them a column of wagons wound down to the ford of the +Muisson. + +Close in the rear four knights in full armor with open visors sat +their horses and conversed in undertones with each other. A +glance at their shields would have given their names to any +soldier, for they were all men of fame who had seen much warfare. +At present they were awaiting their orders, for each of them +commanded the whole or part of a division of the army. The youth +upon the left, dark, slim and earnest, was William Montacute, Earl +of Salisbury, only twenty-eight years of age and yet a veteran of +Crecy. How high he stood in reputation is shown by the fact that +the command of the rear, the post of honor in a retreating army, +had been given to him by the Prince. He was talking to a grizzled +harsh-faced man, somewhat over middle age, with lion features and +fierce light-blue eyes which gleamed as they watched the distant +enemy. It was the famous Robert de Ufford, Earl of Suffolk, who +had fought without a break from Cadsand onward through the whole +Continental War. The other tall silent soldier, with the silver +star gleaming upon his surcoat, was John de Vere, Earl of Oxford, +and he listened to the talk of Thomas Beauchamp, a burly, jovial, +ruddy nobleman and a tried soldier, who leaned forward and tapped +his mailed hand upon the other's steel-clad thigh. They were old +battle-companions, of the same age and in the very prime of life, +with equal fame and equal experience of the wars. Such was the +group of famous English soldiers who sat their horses behind the +Prince and waited for their orders. + +"I would that you had laid hands upon him," said the Prince +angrily, continuing his conversation with Chandos, "and yet, +perchance, it was wiser to play this trick and make them think +that we were retreating." + +"He has certainly carried the tidings," said Chandos, with a +smile. "No sooner had the wagons started than I saw him gallop +down the edge of the wood." + +"It was well thought of, John," the Prince remarked, "for it would +indeed be great comfort if we could turn their own spy against +them. Unless they advance upon us, I know not how we can hold out +another day, for there is not a loaf left in the army; and yet if +we leave this position where shall we hope to find such another?" + +"They will stoop, fair sir, they will stoop to our lure. Even now +Robert de Duras will be telling them that the wagons are on the +move, and they will hasten to overtake us lest we pass the ford. +But who is this, who rides so fast? Here perchance may be +tidings." + +A horseman had spurred up to the knoll. He sprang from the +saddle, and sank on one knee before the Prince. + +"How now, my Lord Audley," said Edward. "What would you have?" + +"Sir," said the knight, still kneeling with bowed head before his +leader, "I have a boon to ask of you." + +"Nay, James, rise! Let me hear what I can do." + +The famous knight errant, pattern of chivalry for all time; rose +and turned his swarthy face and dark earnest eyes upon his master. +"Sir," said he, "I have ever served most loyally my lord your +father and yourself, and shall continue so to do so long as I have +life. Dear sir, I must now acquaint you that formerly I made a +vow if ever I should be in any battle under your command that I +would be foremost or die in the attempt. I beg therefore that you +will graciously permit me to honorably quit my place among the +others, that I may post myself in such wise as to accomplish my +vow." + +The Prince smiled, for it was very sure that vow or no vow, +permission or no permission, Lord James Audley would still be in +the van. "Go, James," said he, shaking his hand, "and God grant +that this day you may shine in valor above all knights. But hark, +John, what is that?" + +Chandos cast up his fierce nose like the eagle which smells +slaughter afar. "Surely, sir, all is forming even as we had +planned it." + +From far away there came a thunderous shout. Then another and yet +another. + +"See, they are moving!" cried the Captal de Buch. + +All morning they had watched the gleam of the armed squadrons who +were drawn up in front of the French camp. Now whilst a great +blare of trumpets was borne to their ears, the distant masses +flickered and twinkled in the sunlight. + +"Yes, yes, they are moving!" cried the Prince. + +"They are moving! They are moving!" Down the line the murmur +ran. And then with a sudden impulse the archers at the hedge +sprang to their feet and the knights behind them waved their +weapons in the air, while one tremendous shout of warlike joy +carried their defiance to the approaching enemy. Then there fell +such a silence that the pawing of the horses or the jingle of +their harness struck loud upon the ear, until amid the hush there +rose a low deep roar like the sound of the tide upon the beach, +ever growing and deepening as the host of France drew near. + + + + +XXVI. HOW NIGEL FOUND HIS THIRD DEED + + +Four archers lay behind a clump of bushes ten yards in front of +the thick hedge which shielded their companions. Amid the long +line of bowmen those behind them were their own company, and in +the main the same who were with Knolles in Brittany. The four in +front were their leaders: old Wat of Carlisle, Ned Widdington the +red-headed Dalesman, the bald bowyer Bartholomew, and Samkin +Alyward, newly rejoined after a week's absence. All four were +munching bread and apples, for Aylward had brought in a full +haversack and divided them freely amongst his starving comrades. +The old Borderer and the Yorkshireman were gaunt and hollow-eyed +with privation, while the bowyer's round face had fallen in so +that the skin hung in loose pouches under his eyes and beneath his +jaws. + +Behind them lines of haggard, wolfish men glared through the +underwood, silent and watchful save that they burst into a fierce +yelp of welcome when Chandos and Nigel galloped up, sprang from +their horses and took their station beneath them. All along the +green fringe of bowmen might be seen the steel-clad figures of +knights and squires who had pushed their way into the front line +to share the fortune of the archers. + +"I call to mind that I once shot six ends with a Kentish woldsman +at Ashford--" began the Bowyer. + +"Nay, nay, we have heard that story!" said old Wat impatiently. +"Shut thy clap, Bartholomew, for it is no time for redeless +gossip! Walk down the line, I pray you, and see if there be no +frayed string, nor broken nock nor loosened whipping to be +mended." + +The stout bowyer passed down the fringe of bowmen, amidst a +running fire of rough wit. Here and there a bow was thrust out at +him through the hedge for his professional advice. + +"Wax your heads!" he kept crying. "Pass down the wax-pot and wax +your heads. A waxed arrow will pass where a dry will be held. +Tom Beverley, you jack-fool! where is your bracer-guard? Your +string will flay your arm ere you reach your up-shot this day. +And you, Watkin, draw not to your mouth, as is your wont, but to +your shoulder. You are so used to the wine-pot that the string +must needs follow it. Nay, stand loose, and give space for your +drawing arms, for they will be on us anon." + +He ran back and joined his comrades in the front, who had now +risen to their feet. Behind them a half-mile of archers stood +behind the hedge, each with his great warbow strung, half a dozen +shafts loose behind him, and eighteen more in the quiver slung +across his front. With arrow on string, their feet firm-planted, +their fierce eager faces peering through the branches, they +awaited the coming storm. + +The broad flood of steel, after oozing slowly forward, had stopped +about a mile from the English front. The greater part of the army +had then descended from their horses, while a crowd of varlets and +hostlers led them to the rear. The French formed themselves now +into three great divisions, which shimmered in the sun like +silvery pools, reed-capped with many a thousand of banners and +pennons. A space of several hundred yards divided each. At the +same time two bodies of horsemen formed themselves in front. The +first consisted of three hundred men in one thick column, the +second of a thousand, riding in a more extended line. + +The Prince had ridden up to the line of archers. He was in dark +armor, his visor open, and his handsome aquiline face all glowing +with spirit and martial fire. The bowmen yelled at him, and he +waved his hands to them as a huntsman cheers his hounds. + +"Well, John, what think you now?" he asked. "What would my noble +father not give to be by our side this day? Have you seen that +they have left their horses?" + +"Yes, my fair lord, they have learned their lesson," said Chandos. +"Because we have had good fortune upon our feet at Crecy and +elsewhere they think that they have found the trick of it. But it +is in my mind that it is very different to stand when you are +assailed, as we have done, and to assail others when you must drag +your harness for a mile and come weary to the fray." + +"You speak wisely, John. But these horsemen who form in front and +ride slowly towards us, what make you of them?" + +"Doubtless they hope to cut the strings of our bowmen and so clear +a way for the others. But they are indeed a chosen band, for mark +you, fair sir, are not those the colors of Clermont upon the left, +and of d'Andreghen upon the right, so that both marshals ride with +the vanguard?" + +"By God's soul, John!" cried the Prince, "it is very sure that you +can see more with one eye than any man in this army with two. But +it is even as you say. And this larger band behind?" + +"They should be Germans, fair sir, by the fashion of their +harness." + +The two bodies of horsemen had moved slowly over the plain, with a +space of nearly a quarter of a mile between them. Now, having +come two bowshots from the hostile line, they halted. All that +they could see of the English was the long hedge, with an +occasional twinkle of steel through its leafy branches, and behind +that the spear-heads of the men-at-arms rising from amidst the +brushwood and the vines. A lovely autumn countryside with +changing many-tinted foliage lay stretched before them, all bathed +in peaceful sunshine, and nothing save those flickering fitful +gleams to tell of the silent and lurking enemy who barred their +way. But the bold spirit of the French cavaliers rose the higher +to the danger. The clamor of their war-cries filled the air, and +they tossed their pennoned spears over their heads in menace and +defiance. From the English line it was a noble sight, the +gallant, pawing, curveting horses, the many-colored twinkling +riders, the swoop and wave and toss of plume and banner. + +Then a bugle rang forth. With a sudden yell every spur struck +deep, every lance was laid in rest, and the whole gallant squadron +flew like a glittering thunderbolt for the center of the English +line. + +A hundred yards they had crossed, and yet another hundred, but +there was no movement in front of them, and no sound save their +own hoarse battle-cries and the thunder of their horses. Ever +swifter and swifter they flew. From behind the hedge it was a +vision of horses, white, bay and black, their necks stretched, +their nostrils distended, their bellies to the ground, whilst of +the rider one could but see a shield with a plume-tufted visor +above it, and a spear-head twinkling in front. + +Then of a sudden the Prince raised his hand and gave a cry. +Chandos echoed it, it swelled down the line, and with one mighty +chorus of twanging strings and hissing shafts the long-pent storm +broke at last. + +Alas for the noble steeds! Alas for the gallant men. When the +lust of battle is over who would not grieve to see that noble +squadron break into red ruin before the rain of arrows beating +upon the faces and breasts of the horses? The front rank crashed +down, and the others piled themselves upon the top of them, unable +to check their speed, or to swerve aside from the terrible wall of +their shattered comrades which had so suddenly sprung up before +them. Fifteen feet high was that blood-spurting mound of +screaming, kicking horses and writhing, struggling men. Here and +there on the flanks a horseman cleared himself and dashed for the +hedge, only to have his steed slain under him and to be hurled +from his saddle. Of all the three hundred gallant riders, not one +ever reached that fatal hedge. + +But now in a long rolling wave of steel the German battalion +roared swiftly onward. They opened in the center to pass that +terrible mound of death, and then spurred swiftly in upon the +archers. They were brave men, well led, and in their open lines +they could avoid the clubbing together which had been the ruin of +the vanguard; yet they perished singly even as the others had +perished together. A few were slain by the arrows. The greater +number had their horses killed under them, and were so shaken and +shattered by the fall that they could not raise their limbs, +over-weighted with iron, from the spot where they lay. + +Three men riding together broke through the bushes which sheltered +the leaders of the archers, cut down Widdington the Dalesman, +spurred onward through the hedge, dashed over the bowmen behind +it, and made for the Prince. One fell with an arrow through his +head, a second was beaten from his saddle by Chandos, and the +third was slain by the Prince's own hand. A second band broke +through near the river, but were cut off by Lord Audley and his +squires, so that all were slain. A single horseman whose steed +was mad with pain, an arrow in its eye and a second in its +nostril, sprang over the hedge and clattered through the whole +army, disappearing amid whoops and laughter into the woods behind. +But none others won as far as the hedge. The whole front of the +position was fringed with a litter of German wounded or dead, +while one great heap in the center marked the downfall of the +gallant French three hundred. + +Whilst these two waves of the attack had broken in front of the +English position, leaving this blood-stained wreckage behind them, +the main divisions had halted and made their last preparations for +their own assault. They had not yet begun their advance, and the +nearest was still half a mile distant, when the few survivors from +the forlorn hope, their maddened horses bristling with arrows, +flew past them on either flank. + +At the same moment the English archers and men-at-arms dashed +through the hedge, and dragged all who were living out of that +tangled heap of shattered horses and men. It was a mad wild rush, +for in a few minutes the fight must be renewed, and yet there was +a rich harvest of wealth for the lucky man who could pick a +wealthy prisoner from amid the crowd. The nobler spirits +disdained to think of ransoms whilst the fight was still +unsettled; but a swarm of needy soldiers, Gascons and English, +dragged the wounded out by the leg or the arm, and with daggers at +their throats demanded their names, title and means. He who had +made a good prize hurried him to the rear where his own servants +could guard him, while he who was disappointed too often drove the +dagger home and then rushed once more into the tangle in the hope +of better luck. Clermont, with an arrow through the sky-blue +Virgin on his surcoat, lay dead within ten paces of the hedge; +d'Andreghen was dragged by a penniless squire from under a horse +and became his prisoner. The Earl of Salzburg and of Nassau were +both found helpless on the ground and taken to the rear. Aylward +cast his thick arms round Count Otto von Langenbeck, and laid him, +helpless from a broken leg, behind his bush. Black Simon had made +prize of Bernard, Count of Ventadour, and hurried him through the +hedge. Everywhere there was rushing and shouting, brawling and +buffeting, while amidst it all a swarm of archers were seeking +their shafts, plucking them from the dead, and sometimes even from +the wounded. Then there was a sudden cry of warning. In a moment +every man was back in his place once more, and the line of the +hedge was clear. + +It was high time; for already the first division of the French was +close upon them. If the charge of the horsemen had been terrible +from its rush and its fire, this steady advance of a huge phalanx +of armored footmen was even more fearsome to the spectator. They +moved very slowly, on account of the weight of their armor, but +their progress was the more regular and inexorable. With elbows +touching--their shields slung in front, their short five-foot +spears carried in their right hands, and their maces or swords +ready at their belts, the deep column of men-at-arms moved onward. +Again the storm of arrows beat upon them clinking and thudding on +the armor. They crouched double behind their shields as they met +it. Many fell, but still the slow tide lapped onward. Yelling, +they surged up to the hedge, and lined it for half a mile, +struggling hard to pierce it. + +For five minutes the long straining ranks faced each other with +fierce stab of spear on one side and heavy beat of ax or mace upon +the other. In many parts the hedge was pierced or leveled to the +ground, and the French men-at-arms were raging amongst the +archers, hacking and hewing among the lightly armed men. For a +moment it seemed as if the battle was on the turn. + +But John de Vere, Earl of Oxford, cool, wise and crafty in war, +saw and seized his chance. On the right flank a marshy meadow +skirted the river. So soft was it that a heavily-armed man would +sink to his knees. At his order a spray of light bowmen was +thrown out from the battle line and forming upon the flank of the +French poured their arrows into them. At the same moment Chandos, +with Audley, Nigel, Bartholomew Burghersh, the Captal de Buch, and +a score of other knights sprang upon their horses, and charging +down the narrow lane rode over the French line in front of them. +Once through it they spurred to left and right, trampling down the +dismounted men-at-arms. + +A fearsome sight was Pommers that day, his red eyes rolling, his +nostrils gaping, his tawny mane tossing, and his savage teeth +gnashing in fury, as he tore and smashed and ground beneath his +ramping hoofs all that came before him. Fearsome too was the +rider, ice-cool; alert, concentrated of purpose, with, heart of +fire and muscles of steel. A very angel of battle he seemed as he +drove his maddened horse through the thickest of the press, but +strive as he would: the tall figure of his master upon his +coal-black steed was ever half a length before him. + +Already the moment of danger was passed. The French line had +given back. Those who had pierced the hedge had fallen like brave +men amid the ranks of their foemen. The division of Warwick had +hurried up from the vineyards to fill the gaps of Salisbury's +battle-line. Back rolled the shining tide, slowly at first, even +as it had advanced, but quicker now as the bolder fell and the +weaker shredded out and shuffled with ungainly speed for a place +of safety. Again there was a rush from behind the hedge. Again +there was a reaping of that strange crop of bearded arrows which +grew so thick upon the ground, and again the wounded prisoners +were seized and dragged in brutal haste to the rear. Then the +line was restored, and the English, weary, panting and shaken, +awaited the next attack. + +But a great good fortune had come to them--so great that as they +looked down the valley they could scarce credit their own senses. +Behind the division of the Dauphin, which had pressed them so +hard, stood a second division hardly less numerous, led by the +Duke of Orleans. The fugitives from in front, blood-smeared and +bedraggled, blinded with sweat and with fear, rushed amidst its +ranks in their flight, and in a moment, without a blow being +struck, had carried them off in their wild rout. This vast array, +so solid and so martial, thawed suddenly away like a snow-wreath +in the sun. It was gone, and in its place thousands of shining +dots scattered over the whole plain as each man made his own way +to the spot where he could find his horse and bear himself from +the field. For a moment it seemed that the battle was won, and a +thundershout of joy pealed up from the English line. + +But as the curtain of the Duke's division was drawn away it was +only to disclose stretching far behind it, and spanning the valley +from side to side, the magnificent array of the French King, +solid, unshaken, and preparing its ranks for the attack. Its +numbers were as great as those of the English army; it was +unscathed by all that was past, and it had a valiant monarch to +lead it to the charge. With the slow deliberation of the man who +means to do or to die, its leader marshaled its ranks for the +supreme effort of the day. + +Meanwhile during that brief moment of exultation when the battle +appeared to be won, a crowd of hot-headed young knights and +squires swarmed and clamored round the Prince, beseeching that he +would allow them to ride forth. + +"See this insolent fellow who bears three martlets upon a field +gales!" cried Sir Maurice Berkeley. "He stands betwixt the two +armies as though he had no dread of us." + +"I pray you, sir, that I may ride out to him, since he seems ready +to attempt some small deed," pleaded Nigel. + +"Nay, fair sirs, it is an evil thing that we should break our +line, seeing that we still have much to do," said the Prince. +"See! he rides away, and so the matter is settled." + +"Nay, fair prince," said the young knight who had spoken first. +"My gray horse, Lebryte, could run him down ere he could reach +shelter. Never since I left Severn side have I seen steed so +fleet as mine. Shall I not show you?" In an instant he had +spurred the charger and was speeding across the plain. + +The Frenchman, John de Helennes, a squire of Picardy, had waited +with a burning heart, his soul sick at the flight of the division +in which he had ridden. In the hope of doing some redeeming +exploit, or of meeting his own death, he had loitered betwixt the +armies, but no movement had come from the English lines. Now he +had turned his horse's head to join the King's array, when the low +drumming of hoofs sounded behind him, and he turned to find a +horseman hard upon his heels. Each had drawn his sword, and the +two armies paused to view the fight. In the first bout Sir +Maurice Berkeley's lance was struck from his hand, and as he +sprang down to recover it the Frenchman ran him through the thigh, +dismounted from his horse, and received his surrender. As the +unfortunate Englishman hobbled away at the side of his captor a +roar of laughter burst from both armies at the spectacle. + +"By my ten finger-bones!" cried Aylward, chuckling behind the +remains of his bush, "he found more on his distaff that time than +he knew how to spin. Who was the knight?" + +"By his arms," said old Wat, "he should either be a Berkeley of +the West or a Popham of Kent." + +"I call to mind that I shot a match of six ends once with a +Kentish woldsman--" began the fat Bowyer. + +"Nay, nay, stint thy talk, Bartholomew!" cried old Wat. "Here is +poor Ned with his head cloven, and it would be more fitting if you +were saying aves for his soul, instead of all this bobance and +boasting. Now, now, Tom of Beverley?" + +"We have suffered sorely in this last bout, Wat. There are forty +of our men upon their backs, and the Dean Foresters on the right +are in worse case still." + +"Talking will not mend it, Tom, and if all but one were on their +backs he must still hold his ground." + +Whilst the archers were chatting, the leaders of the army were in +solemn conclave just behind them. Two divisions of the French had +been repulsed, and yet there was many an anxious face as the older +knights looked across the plain at the unbroken array of the +French King moving slowly toward them. The line of the archers +was much thinned and shredded. Many knights and squires had been +disabled in the long and fierce combat at the hedge. Others, +exhausted by want of food, had no strength left and were stretched +panting upon the ground. Some were engaged in carrying the +wounded to the rear and laying them under the shelter of the +trees, whilst others were replacing their broken swords or lances +from the weapons of the slain. The Captal de Buch, brave and +experienced as he was, frowned darkly and whispered his misgivings +to Chandos. + +But the Prince's courage flamed the higher as the shadow fell, +while his dark eyes gleamed with a soldier's pride as he glanced +round him at his weary comrades, and then at the dense masses of +the King's battle which now, with a hundred trumpets blaring and a +thousand pennons waving, rolled slowly over the plain. "Come what +may, John, this has been a most noble meeting," said he. "They +will not be ashamed of us in England. Take heart, my friends, for +if we conquer we shall carry the glory ever with us; but if we be +slain then we die most worshipfully and in high honor, as we have +ever prayed that we might die, and we leave behind us our brothers +and kinsmen who will assuredly avenge us. It is but one more +effort, and all will be well. Warwick, Oxford, Salisbury, +Suffolk, every man to the front! My banner to the front also! +Your horses, fair sirs! The archers are spent, and our own good +lances must win the field this day. Advance, Walter, and may God +and Saint George be with England!" + +Sir Walter Woodland, riding a high black horse, took station by +the Prince, with the royal banner resting in a socket by his +saddle. From all sides the knights and squires crowded in upon +it, until they formed a great squadron containing the survivors of +the battalions of Warwick and Salisbury as well as those of the +Prince. Four hundred men-at-arms who had been held in reserve +were brought up and thickened the array, but even so Chandos' face +was grave as he scanned it and then turned his eyes upon the +masses of the Frenchmen. + +"I like it not, fair sir. The weight is overgreat," he whispered +to the Prince. + +"How would you order it, John? Speak what is in your mind." + +"We should attempt something upon their flank whilst we hold them +in front. How say you, Jean?" He turned to the Captal de Buch, +whose dark, resolute face reflected the same misgivings. + +"Indeed, John, I think as you do," said he. "The French King is a +very valiant man, and so are those who are about him, and I know +not how we may drive them back unless we can do as you advise. If +you will give me only a hundred men I will attempt it." + +"Surely the task is mine, fair sir, since the thought has come +from me," said Chandos. + +"Nay, John, I would keep you at my side. But you speak well, +Jean, and you shall do even as you have said. Go ask the Earl of +Oxford for a hundred men-at-arms and as many hobblers, that you +may ride round the mound yonder, and so fall upon them unseen. +Let all that are left of the archers gather on each side, shoot +away their arrows, and then fight as best they may. Wait till +they are past yonder thorn-bush and then, Walter, bear my banner +straight against that of the King of France. Fair sirs, may God +and the thought of your ladies hold high your hearts!" + +The French monarch, seeing that his footmen had made no impression +upon the English, and also that the hedge had been well-nigh +leveled to the ground in the course of the combat, so that it no +longer presented an obstacle, had ordered his followers to remount +their horses, and it was as a solid mass of cavalry that the +chivalry of France advanced to their last supreme effort. The +King was in the center of the front line, Geoffrey de Chargny with +the golden oriflamme upon his right, and Eustace de Ribeaumont +with the royal lilies upon the left. At his elbow was the Duke of +Athens, High Constable of France, and round him were the nobles of +the court, fiery and furious, yelling their warcries as they waved +their weapons over their heads. Six thousand gallant men of the +bravest race in Europe, men whose very names are like blasts of a +battle-trumpet--Beaujeus and Chatillons, Tancarvilles and +Ventadours--pressed hard behind the silver lilies. + +Slowly they moved at first, walking their horses that they might +be the fresher for the shock. Then they broke into a trot which +was quickening into a gallop when the remains of the hedge in +front of them was beaten in an instant to the ground and the broad +line of the steel-clad chivalry of England swept grandly forth to +the final shock. With loose rein and busy spur the two lines of +horsemen galloped at the top of their speed straight and hard for +each other. An instant later they met with a thunder-crash which +was heard by the burghers on the wall of Poitiers, seven good +miles away. + +Under that frightful impact horses fell dead with broken necks, +and many a rider, held in his saddle by the high pommel, fractured +his thighs with the shock. Here and there a pair met breast to +breast, the horses rearing straight upward and falling back upon +their masters. But for the most part the line had opened in the +gallop, and the cavaliers, flying through the gaps, buried +themselves in the enemy's ranks. Then the flanks shredded out, +and the thick press in the center loosened until there was space +to swing a sword and to guide a steed. For ten acres there was +one wild tumultuous swirl of tossing heads, of gleaming weapons +which rose and fell, of upthrown hands, of tossing plumes and of +lifted shields, whilst the din of a thousand war-cries and the +clash-clash of metal upon metal rose and swelled like the roar and +beat of an ocean surge upon a rock-bound coast. Backward and +forward swayed the mighty throng, now down the valley and now up, +as each side in turn put forth its strength for a fresh rally. +Locked in one long deadly grapple, great England and gallant +France with iron hearts and souls of fire strove and strove for +mastery. + +Sir Walter Woodland, riding hard upon his high black horse, had +plunged into the swelter and headed for the blue and silver banner +of King John. Close at his heels in a solid wedge rode the +Prince, Chandos, Nigel, Lord Reginald Cobham, Audley with his four +famous squires, and a score of the flower of the English and +Gascon knighthood. Holding together and bearing down opposition +by a shower of blows and by the weight of their powerful horses, +their progress was still very slow, for ever fresh waves of French +cavaliers surged up against them and broke in front only to close +in again upon their rear. Sometimes they were swept backward by +the rush, sometimes they gained a few paces, sometimes they could +but keep their foothold, and yet from minute to minute that blue +and silver flag which waved above the press grew ever a little +closer. A dozen furious hard-breathing French knights had broken +into their ranks, and clutched at Sir Walter Woodland's banner, +but Chandos and Nigel guarded it on one side, Audley with his +squires on the other, so that no man laid his hand upon it and +lived. + +But now there was a distant crash and a roar of "Saint George for +Guienne!" from behind. The Captal de Buch had charged home. +"Saint George for England!" yelled the main attack, and ever the +counter-cry came back to them from afar. The ranks opened in +front of them. The French were giving way. A small knight with +golden scroll-work upon his armor threw himself upon the Prince +and was struck dead by his mace. It was the Duke of Athens, +Constable of France, but none had time to note it, and the fight +rolled on over his body. Looser still were the French ranks. +Many were turning their horses, for that ominous roar from the +rear had shaken their resolution. The little English wedge poured +onward, the Prince, Chandos, Audley and Nigel ever in the van. + +A huge warrior in black, bearing a golden banner, appeared +suddenly in a gap of the shredding ranks. He tossed his precious +burden to a squire, who bore it away. Like a pack of hounds on +the very haunch of a deer the English rushed yelling for the +oriflamme. But the black warrior flung himself across their path. +"Chargny! Chargny a la recousse!" he roared with a voice of +thunder. Sir Reginald Cobham dropped before his battle-ax, so did +the Gascon de Clisson. Nigel was beaten down on to the crupper of +his horse by a sweeping blow; but at the same instant Chandos' +quick blade passed through the Frenchman's camail and pierced his +throat. So died Geoffrey de Chargny; but the oriflamme was saved. + +Dazed with the shock, Nigel still kept his saddle, and Pommers, +his yellow hide mottled with blood, bore him onward with the +others. The French horsemen were now in full flight; but one +stern group of knights stood firm, like a rock in a rushing +torrent, beating off all, whether friend or foe, who tried to +break their ranks. The oriflamme had gone, and so had the blue +and silver banner, but here were desperate men ready to fight to +the death. In their ranks honor was to be reaped. The Prince and +his following hurled themselves upon them, while the rest of the +English horsemen swept onward to secure the fugitives and to win +their ransoms. But the nobler spirits--Audley, Chandos and the +others--would have thought it shame to gain money whilst there +was work to be done or honor to be won. Furious was the wild +attack, desperate the prolonged defense. Men fell from their +saddles for very exhaustion. + +Nigel, still at his place near Chandos' elbow, was hotly attacked +by a short broad-shouldered warrior upon a stout white cob, but +Pommers reared with pawing fore feet and dashed the smaller horse +to the ground. The falling rider clutched Nigel's arm and tore +him from the saddle, so that the two rolled upon the grass under +the stamping hoofs, the English squire on the top, and his +shortened sword glimmered before the visor of the gasping, +breathless Frenchman. + +"Je me rends! je axe rends!" he panted. + +For a moment a vision of rich ransoms passed through Nigel's +brain. That noble palfrey, that gold-flecked armor, meant fortune +to the captor. Let others have it! There was work still to be +done. How could he desert the Prince and his noble master for the +sake of a private gain? Could he lead a prisoner to the rear when +honor beckoned him to the van? He staggered to his feet, seized +Pommers by the mane, and swung himself into the saddle. + +An instant later he was by Chandos' side once more and they were +bursting together through the last ranks of the gallant group who +had fought so bravely to the end. Behind them was one long swath +of the dead and the wounded. In front the whole wide plain was +covered with the flying French and their pursuers. + +The Prince reined up his steed and opened his visor, whilst his +followers crowded round him with waving weapons and frenzied +shouts of victory. "What now, John!" cried the smiling Prince, +wiping his streaming face with his ungauntleted hand. "How fares +it then?" + +"I am little hurt, fair lord, save for a crushed hand and a +spear-prick in the shoulder. But you, sir? I trust you have no +scathe?" + +"In truth, John, with you at one elbow and Lord Audley at the +other, I know not how I could come to harm. But alas! I fear +that Sir James is sorely stricken." + +The gallant Lord Audley had dropped upon the ground and the blood +oozed from every crevice of his battered armor. His four brave +Squires--Dutton of Dutton, Delves of Doddington, Fowlhurst of +Crewe and Hawkstone of Wainhill--wounded and weary themselves, +but with no thought save for their master, unlaced his helmet and +bathed his pallid blood-stained face. + +He looked up at the Prince with burning eyes. "I thank you, sir, +for deigning to consider so poor a knight as myself," said he in a +feeble voice. + +The Prince dismounted and bent over him. "I am bound to honor you +very much, James," said he, "for by your valor this day you have +won glory and renown above us all, and your prowess has proved you +to be the bravest knight." + +"My Lord," murmured the wounded man, "you have a right to say what +you please; but I wish it were as you say." + +"James," said the Prince, "from this time onward I make you a +knight of my own household, and I settle upon you five hundred +marks of yearly income from my own estates in England." + +"Sir," the knight answered, "God make me worthy of the good +fortune you bestow upon me. Your knight I will ever be, and the +money I will divide with your leave amongst these four squires who +have brought me whatever glory I have won this day." So saying +his head fell back, and he lay white and silent upon the grass. + +"Bring water!" said the Prince. "Let the royal leech see to him; +for I had rather lose many men than the good Sir James. Ha, +Chandos, what have we here?" + +A knight lay across the path with his helmet beaten down upon his +shoulders. On his surcoat and shield were the arms of a red +griffin. + +"It is Robert de Duras the spy," said Chandos. + +"Well for him that he has met his end," said the angry Prince. +"Put him on his shield, Hubert, and let four archers bear him to +the monastery. Lay him at the feet of the Cardinal and say that +by this sign I greet him. Place my flag on yonder high bush, +Walter, and let my tent be raised there, that my friends may know +where to seek me." + +The flight and pursuit had thundered far away, and the field was +deserted save for the numerous groups of weary horsemen who were +making their way back, driving their prisoners before them. The +archers were scattered over the whole plain, rifling the +saddle-bags and gathering the armor of those who had fallen, or +searching for their own scattered arrows. + +Suddenly, however, as the Prince was turning toward the bush which +he had chosen for his headquarters, there broke out from behind +him an extraordinary uproar and a group of knights and squires +came pouring toward him, all arguing, swearing and abusing each +other in French and English at the tops of their voices. In the +midst of them limped a stout little man in gold-spangled armor, +who appeared to be the object of the contention, for one would +drag him one way and one another, as though they would pull him +limb from limb. "Nay, fair sirs, gently, gently, I pray you!" he +pleaded. "There is enough for all, and no need to treat me so +rudely." But ever the hubbub broke out again, and swords gleamed +as the angry disputants glared furiously at each other. The +Prince's eyes fell upon the small prisoner, and he staggered back +with a gasp of astonishment. + +"King John!" he cried. + +A shout of joy rose from the warriors around him. "The King of +France! The King of France a prisoner!" they cried in an ecstasy. + +"Nay, nay, fair sirs, let him not hear that we rejoice! Let no +word bring pain to his soul!" Running forward the Prince clasped +the French King by the two hands. + +"Most welcome, sire!" he cried. "Indeed it is good for us that so +gallant a knight should stay with us for some short time, since +the chance of war has so ordered it. Wine there! Bring wine for +the King!" + +But John was flushed and angry. His helmet had been roughly torn +off, and blood was smeared upon his cheek. His noisy captors +stood around him in a circle, eying him hungrily like dogs who +have been beaten from their quarry. There were Gascons and +English, knights, squires and archers, all pushing and straining. + +"I pray you, fair Prince, to get rid of these rude fellows," said +King John, "for indeed they have plagued me sorely. By Saint +Denis! my arm has been well-nigh pulled from its socket." + +"What wish you then?" asked the Prince, turning angrily upon the +noisy swarm of his followers. + +"We took him, fair lord. He is ours!" cried a score of voices. +They closed in, all yelping together like a pack of wolves. "It +was I, fair lord!"--"Nay, it was I!"--"You lie, you rascal, it +was I!" Again their fierce eyes glared and their blood-stained +hands sought the hilts of their weapons. + +"Nay, this must be settled here and now!" said the Prince. "I +crave your patience, fair and honored sir, for a few brief +minutes, since indeed much ill-will may spring from this if it be +not set at rest. Who is this tall knight who can scarce keep his +hands from the King's shoulder?" + +"It is Denis de Morbecque, my lord, a knight of St. Omer, who is +in our service, being an outlaw from France." + +"I call him to mind. How then, Sir Denis? What say you in this +matter?" + +"He gave himself to me, fair lord. He had fallen in the press, +and I came upon him and seized him. I told him that I was a +knight from Artois, and he gave me his glove. See here, I bear it +in my hand." + +"It is true, fair lord! It is true!" cried a dozen French voices. + +"Nay, sir, judge not too soon!" shouted an English squire, pushing +his way to the front. "It was I who had him at my mercy, and he +is my prisoner, for he spoke to this man only because he could +tell by his tongue that he was his own countryman. I took him, +and here are a score to prove it." + +"It is true, fair lord. We saw it and it was even so," cried a +chorus of Englishmen. + +At all times there was growling and snapping betwixt the English +and their allies of France. The Prince saw how easily this might +set a light to such a flame as could not readily be quenched. It +must be stamped out now ere it had time to mount. + +"Fair and honored lord," he said to the King, "again I pray you +for a moment of patience. It is your word and only yours which +can tell us what is just and right. To whom were you graciously +pleased to commit your royal person?" + +King John looked up from the flagon which had been brought to him +and wiped his lips with the dawnings of a smile upon his ruddy +face. + +"It was not this Englishman," he said, and a cheer burst from the +Gascons, "nor was it this bastard Frenchman," he added. "To +neither of them did I surrender." + +There was a hush of surprise. + +"To whom then, sir?" asked the Prince. + +The King looked slowly round. "There was a devil of a yellow +horse," said he. "My poor palfrey went over like a skittle-pin +before a ball. Of the rider I know nothing save that he bore red +roses on a silver shield. Ah! by Saint Denis, there is the man +himself, and there his thrice-accursed horse!" + +His head swimming, and moving as if in a dream, Nigel found +himself the center of the circle of armed and angry men. + +The Prince laid his hand upon his shoulder. "It is the little +cock of Tilford Bridge," said he. "On my father's soul, I have +ever said that you would win your way. Did you receive the King's +surrender?" + +"Nay, fair lord, I did not receive it." + +"Did you hear him give it?" + +"I heard, sir, but I did not know that it was the King. My master +Lord Chandos had gone on, and I followed after." + +"And left him lying. Then the surrender was not complete, and by +the laws of war the ransom goes to Denis de Morbecque, if his +story be true." + +"It is true," said the King. "He was the second." + +"Then the ransom is yours, Denis. But for my part I swear by my +father's soul that I had rather have the honor this Squire has +gathered than all the richest ransoms of France." + +At these words spoken before that circle of noble warriors Nigel's +heart gave one great throb, and he dropped upon his knee before +the Prince. "Fair lord, how can I thank you?" he murmured. +"These words at least are more than any ransom." + +"Rise up!" said the smiling Prince, and he smote with his sword +upon his shoulder. "England has lost a brave Squire, and has +gained a gallant knight. Nay, linger not, I pray! Rise up, Sir +Nigel!" + + + + +XXVII. HOW THE THIRD MESSENGER CAME TO COSFORD + + +Two months have passed, and the long slopes of Hindhead are russet +with the faded ferns--the fuzzy brown pelt which wraps the +chilling earth. With whoop and scream the wild November wind +sweeps over the great rolling downs, tossing the branches of the +Cosford beeches, and rattling at the rude latticed windows. The +stout old knight of Duplin, grown even a little stouter, with +whiter beard to fringe an ever redder face, sits as of yore at the +head of his own board. A well-heaped platter flanked by a foaming +tankard stands before him. At his right sits the Lady Mary, her +dark, plain, queenly face marked deep with those years of weary +waiting, but bearing the gentle grace and dignity which only +sorrow and restraint can give. On his left is Matthew, the old +priest. Long ago the golden-haired beauty had passed from Cosford +to Fernhurst, where the young and beautiful Lady Edith Brocas is +the belle of all Sussex, a sunbeam of smiles and merriment, save +perhaps when her thoughts for an instant fly back to that dread +night when she was plucked from under the very talons of the foul +hawk of Shalford. + +The old knight looked up as a fresh gust of wind with a dash of +rain beat against the window behind him. "By Saint Hubert, it is +a wild night!" said he. "I had hoped to-morrow to have a flight +at a heron of the pool or a mallard in the brook. How fares it +with little Katherine the peregrine, Mary?" + +"I have joined the wing, father, and I have imped the feathers; +but I fear it will be Christmas ere she can fly again." + +"This is a hard saying," said Sir John; "for indeed I have seen no +bolder better bird. Her wing was broken by a heron's beak last +Sabbath sennight, holy father, and Mary has the mending of it." + +"I trust, my son, that you had heard mass ere you turned to +worldly pleasure upon God's holy day," Father Matthew answered. + +"Tut, tut!" said the old knight, laughing. "Shall I make +confession at the head of my own table? I can worship the good +God amongst his own works, the woods and the fields, better than +in yon pile of stone and wood. But I call to mind a charm for a +wounded hawk which was taught me by the fowler of Gaston de Foix. +How did it run? `The lion of the Tribe of Judah, the root of +David, has conquered.' Yes, those were the words to be said three +times as you walk round the perch where the bird is mewed." + +The old priest shook his head. "Nay, these charms are tricks of +the Devil," said he. "Holy Church lends them no countenance, for +they are neither good nor fair. But how is it now with your +tapestry, Lady Mary? When last I was beneath this roof you had +half done in five fair colors the story of Theseus and Ariadne." + +"It is half done still, holy father." + +"How is this, my daughter? Have you then so many calls?" + +"Nay, holy father, her thoughts are otherwhere," Sir John +answered. "She will sit an hour at a time, the needle in her hand +and her soul a hundred leagues from Cosford House. Ever since the +Prince's battle--" + +"Good father, I beg you--" + +"Nay, Mary, none can hear me, save your own confessor, Father +Matthew. Ever since the Prince's battle, I say, when we heard +that young Nigel had won such honor she is brain-wode, and sits +ever--well, even as you see her now." + +An intent look had come into Mary's eyes; her gaze was fixed upon +the dark rain-splashed window. It was a face carved from ivory, +white-lipped and rigid, on which the old priest looked. + +"What is it, my daughter? What do you see?" + +"I see nothing, father." + +"What is it then that disturbs you?" + +"I hear, father." + +"What do you hear?" + +"There are horsemen on the road." + +The old knight laughed. "So it goes on, father. What day is +there that a hundred horsemen do not pass our gate, and yet every +clink of hoofs sets her poor heart a-trembling. So strong and +steadfast she has ever been, my Mary, and now no sound too slight +to shake her to the soul! Nay, daughter, nay, I pray you!" + +She had half-risen from her chair, her hands clenched and her +dark, startled eyes still fixed upon the window. "I hear them, +father! I hear them amid the wind and the rain! Yes, yes, they +are turning--they have turned! My God, they are at our very +door!" + +"By Saint Hubert, the girl is right!" cried old Sir John, beating +his fist upon the board. "Ho, varlets, out with you to the yard! +Set the mulled wine on the blaze once more! There are travelers +at the gate, and it is no night to keep a dog waiting at our door. +Hurry, Hannekin! Hurry, I say, or I will haste you with my +cudgel!" + +Plainly to the ears of all men could be heard the stamping of the +horses. Mary had stood up, quivering in every limb. An eager +step at the threshold, the door was flung wide, and there in the +opening stood Nigel, the rain gleaming upon his smiling face, his +cheeks flushed with the beating of the wind, his blue eyes shining +with tenderness and love. Something held her by the throat, the +light of the torches danced up and down; but her strong spirit +rose at the thought that others should see that inner holy of +holies of her soul. There is a heroism of women to which no valor +of man can attain. Her eyes only carried him her message as she +held out her hand. + +"Welcome, Nigel!" said she. + +He stooped and kissed it. + +"Saint Catharine has brought me home," said he. + +A merry supper it was at Cosford Manor that night, with Nigel at +the head betwixt the jovial old knight and the Lady Mary, whilst +at the farther end Samkin Aylward, wedged between two servant +maids, kept his neighbors in alternate laughter and terror as he +told his tales of the French Wars. Nigel had to turn his doeskin +heels and show his little golden spurs. As he spoke of what was +passed Sir John clapped him on the shoulder, while Mary took his +strong right hand in hers, and the good old priest smiling blessed +them both. Nigel had drawn a little golden ring from his pocket, +and it twinkled in the torchlight. + +"Did you say that you must go on your way to-morrow, father?" he +asked the priest. + +"Indeed, fair son, the matter presses." + +"But you may bide the morning?" + +"It will suffice if I start at noon." + +"Much may be done in a morning." He looked at Mary, who blushed +and smiled. "By Saint Paul! I have waited long enough." + +"Good, good!" chuckled the old knight, with wheezy laughter. +"Even so I wooed your mother, Mary. Wooers were brisk in the +olden time. To-morrow is Tuesday, and Tuesday is ever a lucky +day. Alas! that the good Dame Ermyntrude is no longer with us to +see it done! The old hound must run us down, Nigel, and I hear +its bay upon my own heels; but my heart will rejoice that before +the end I may call you son. Give me your hand, Mary, and yours, +Nigel. Now, take an old man's blessing, and may God keep and +guard you both, and give you your desert, for I believe on my soul +that in all this broad land there dwells no nobler man nor any +woman more fitted to be his mate!" + +There let us leave them, their hearts full of gentle joy, the +golden future of hope and promise stretching out before their +youthful eyes. Alas for those green spring dreaming! How often +do they fade and wither until they fall and rot, a dreary sight, +by the wayside of life! But here, by God's blessing, it was not +so, for they burgeoned and they grew, ever fairer and more noble, +until the whole wide world might marvel at the beauty of it. + +It has been told elsewhere how as the years passed Nigel's name +rose higher in honor; but still Mary's would keep pace with it, +each helping and sustaining the other upon an ever higher path. +In many lands did Nigel carve his fame, and ever as he returned +spent and weary from his work he drank fresh strength and fire and +craving for honor from her who glorified his home. At Twynham +Castle they dwelled for many years, beloved and honored by all. +Then in the fullness of time they came back to the Tilford Manor- +house and spent their happy, healthy age amid those heather downs +where Nigel had passed his first lusty youth, ere ever he turned +his face to the wars. Thither also came Aylward when he had left +the "Pied Merlin" where for many a year he sold ale to the men of +the forest. + +But the years pass; the old wheel turns and ever the thread runs +out. The wise and the good, the noble and the brave, they come +from the darkness, and into the darkness they go, whence, whither +and why, who may say? Here is the slope of Hindhead. The fern +still glows russet in November, the heather still burns red in +July; but where now is the Manor of Cosford? Where is the old +house of Tilford? Where, but for a few scattered gray stones, is +the mighty pile of Waverley? And yet even gnawing Time has not +eaten all things away. Walk with me toward Guildford, reader, +upon the busy highway. Here, where the high green mound rises +before us, mark yonder roofless shrine which still stands +foursquare to the winds. It is St. Catharine's, where Nigel and +Mary plighted their faith. Below lies the winding river, and over +yonder you still see the dark Chantry woods which mount up to the +bare summit, on which, roofed and whole, stands that Chapel of the +Martyr where the comrades beat off the archers of the crooked Lord +of Shalford. Down yonder on the flanks of the long chalk hills +one traces the road by which they made their journey to the wars. +And now turn hither to the north, down this sunken winding path! +It is all unchanged since Nigel's day. Here is the Church of +Compton. Pass under the aged and crumbling arch. Before the +steps of that ancient altar, unrecorded and unbrassed, lies the +dust of Nigel and of Mary. Near them is that of Maude their +daughter, and of Alleyne Edricson, whose spouse she was; their +children and children's children are lying by their side. Here +too, near the old yew in the churchyard, is the little mound which +marks where Samkin Aylward went back to that good soil from which +he sprang. + +So lie the dead leaves; but they and such as they nourish forever +that great old trunk of England, which still sheds forth another +crop and another, each as strong and as fair as the last. The +body may lie in moldering chancel, or in crumbling vault, but the +rumor of noble lives, the record of valor and truth, can never +die, but lives on in the soul of the people. Our own work lies +ready to our hands; and yet our strength may be the greater and +our faith the firmer if we spare an hour from present toils to +look back upon the women who were gentle and strong, or the men +who loved honor more than life, on this green stage of England +where for a few short years we play our little part. + + + + + +End of The Project Gutenberg Etext of Sir Nigel, by Arthur Conan Doyle + |