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Yonge + +Posting Date: July 19, 2009 [EBook #4364] +Release Date: August, 2003 +First Posted: January 15, 2002 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LANCES OF LYNWOOD *** + + + + +Produced by Jill Diffendal. HTML version by Al Haines. + + + + + +</pre> + + +<BR><BR> + +<H1 ALIGN="center"> +THE LANCES OF LYNWOOD +</H1> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +by +</H3> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +CHARLOTTE M. YONGE +</H2> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<TABLE ALIGN="center" WIDTH="80%"> +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top" WIDTH="25%"> +<A HREF="#chap01">CHAPTER I</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top" WIDTH="25%"> +<A HREF="#chap02">CHAPTER II</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top" WIDTH="25%"> +<A HREF="#chap03">CHAPTER III</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top" WIDTH="25%"> +<A HREF="#chap04">CHAPTER IV</A> +</TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap05">CHAPTER V</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap06">CHAPTER VI</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap07">CHAPTER VII</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap08">CHAPTER VIII</A> +</TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap09">CHAPTER IX</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap10">CHAPTER X</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap11">CHAPTER XI</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap12">CHAPTER XII</A> +</TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap13">CHAPTER XIII</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap14">CHAPTER XIV</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap15">CHAPTER XV</A> +</TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap16">CHAPTER XVI</A> +</TD> +</TR> + +</TABLE> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +PREFACE +</H3> + +<P> +For an explanation of the allusions in the present Tale, scarcely any +Notes are necessary, save a reference to the bewitching Chronicle of +Froissart; and we cannot but hope that our sketch may serve as an +inducement to some young readers to make acquaintance with the +delectable old Canon for themselves, undeterred by the size of his +tomes. +</P> + +<P> +The story of Orthon is almost verbally copied from him, and bears a +curious resemblance to various German legends—such as that of +"Heinzelman," to be found in Keightley's "Fairy Mythology," and to +"Teague of the Lea," as related in Croker's "Irish Fairy Legends." +</P> + +<P> +The old French "Vie de Bertrand du Guesclin" has likewise been drawn +upon for materials, and would have supplied much more of great +interest, such as Enrique of Trastamare's arrival in the disguise of a +palmer, to consult with him during his captivity at Bordeaux, and many +most curious anecdotes of his early childhood and youth. +</P> + +<P> +To Breton tradition, his excellent wife Epiphanie Raguenel owes her +title of Tiphaine la fee, meaning that she was endowed with magic +power, which enabled her to predict what would be lucky or unlucky days +for her husband. His disregard of them was thought to have twice cost +him the loss of a battle. +</P> + +<P> +We must apologize for having made Henry of Lancaster a year or two +older than is warranted by the date of his birth. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap01"></A> +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +THE LANCES OF LYNWOOD +</H2> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER I +</H3> + +<P> +Seldom had the interior of this island presented a more peaceful and +prosperous aspect than in the reign of Edward III., when the more +turbulent spirits among his subjects had found occupation in his +foreign wars, and his wise government had established at home a degree +of plenty, tranquility, and security, such as had probably never before +been experienced in England. +</P> + +<P> +Castle and cottage, church and convent, alike showed the prosperity and +safety of the inhabitants, at once by the profuseness of embellishment +in those newly erected, and by the neglect of the jealous precautions +required in former days of confusion and misrule. Thus it was with the +village of Lynwood, where, among the cottages and farm-houses occupying +a fertile valley in Somersetshire, arose the ancient Keep, built of +gray stone, and strongly fortified; but the defences were kept up +rather as appendages of the owner's rank, than as requisite for his +protection; though the moat was clear of weeds, and full of water, the +drawbridge was so well covered with hard-trodden earth, overgrown at +the edges with grass, that, in spite of the massive chains connecting +it with the gateway, it seemed permanently fixed on the ground. The +spikes of the portcullis frowned above in threatening array, but a +wreath of ivy was twining up the groove by which it had once descended, +and the archway, which by day stood hospitably open, was at night only +guarded by two large oaken doors, yielding to a slight push. Beneath +the southern wall of the castle court were various flower-beds, the +pride and delight of the old seneschal, Ralph Penrose, in his own +estimation the most important personage of Lynwood Keep, manager of the +servants, adviser of the Lady, and instructor of the young gentleman in +the exercises of chivalry. +</P> + +<P> +One fine evening, old Ralph stood before the door, his bald forehead +and thin iron-gray locks unbonneted, and his dark ruddy-brown face +(marked at Halidon Hill with a deep scar) raised with an air of +deference, and yet of self-satisfaction, towards the Lady who stood on +the steps of the porch. She was small and fragile in figure; her face, +though very lovely, was pale and thin, and her smile had in it +something pensive and almost melancholy, as she listened to his +narration of his dealings with a refractory tenant, and at the same +time watched a noble-looking child of seven or eight years old, who, +mounted on an old war-horse, was led round the court by a youth, his +elder by some ten or eleven years. +</P> + +<P> +"See mother!" cried the child, "I am holding the reins myself. Uncle +Eustace lays not a finger on them!" +</P> + +<P> +"As I was saying, madam," continued Ralph, disregarding the +interruption, "I told him that I should not have thought of one +exempted from feudal service in the camp, by our noble Knight, being +deficient in his dues in his absence. I told him we should see how he +liked to be sent packing to Bordeaux with a sheaf of arrows on his +back, instead of the sheaf of wheat which ought to be in our granary by +this time. But you are too gentle with them, my Lady, and they grow +insolent in Sir Reginald's long absence." +</P> + +<P> +"All goes ill in his absence," said the Lady. "It is a weary while +since the wounded archer brought tidings of his speedy return." +</P> + +<P> +"Therefore," said the youth, turning round, "it must be the nearer at +hand. Come sweet sister Eleanor, cheer up, for he cannot but come +soon." +</P> + +<P> +"So many <I>soons</I> have passed away, that my heart is well-nigh too sick +for hope," said Eleanor. "And when he comes it will be but a bright +dream to last for a moment. He cannot long be spared from the Prince's +side." +</P> + +<P> +"You must go with him, then, sister, and see how I begin my days of +chivalry—that is, if he will but believe me fit to bear shield and +lance." +</P> + +<P> +"Ah! Master Eustace, if you were but such as I have seen others of your +race," said Ralph, shaking his head. "There was Sir Henry—at your age +he had made the Scottish thieves look about them, I promise you. And +to go no further back than Sir Reginald himself—he stood by the +Prince's side at Crecy ere he was yet fifteen!" +</P> + +<P> +"It is not my fault that I have not done as much, Ralph," said Eustace. +"It is not for want of the will, as you know full well." +</P> + +<P> +"No. Thanks to me, I trust you have the will and the teaching, at +least, to make a good Knight," said Ralph. "And yet, while I think of +the goodly height and broad shoulders of those that have gone before +you—" +</P> + +<P> +"But hark! hark!" cried Eustace, cutting short a comparison which did +not seem likely to be complimentary. "Dost not hear, Ralph? A horn!" +</P> + +<P> +"The Lynwood note! My husband's note! O thanks, thanks to the +Saints!" cried the Lady, clasping her hands, whilst Eustace, vaulting +into the saddle behind his little nephew, rode across the drawbridge as +fast as the stiffened joints of old Blanc Etoile could be prevailed on +to move. Gaining the summit of a rising ground, both at once shouted, +"Our own pennon! It is himself!" as they beheld the dark blue crosslet +on an argent field floating above a troop of horsemen, whose armour +glanced in the setting sun. +</P> + +<P> +"There are the Lances of Lynwood, Arthur," said Eustace, leaping to the +ground. "Keep your seat, and meet your father like a brave Knight's +son." +</P> + +<P> +He then settled the reins in the child's hand, and walked beside him to +meet the new-comers. They were about twenty in number, armed alike +with corselets marked with the blue cross, steel headpieces, and long +lances. In front rode two of higher rank. The first was a man of +noble mien and lofty stature, his short dark curled hair and beard, and +handsome though sunburnt countenance, displayed beneath his small blue +velvet cap, his helmet being carried behind him by a man-at-arms, and +his attire consisting of a close-fitting dress of chamois leather, a +white mantle embroidered with the blue cross thrown over one shoulder, +and his sword hanging by his side. His companion, who carried at his +saddle-bow a shield blazoned with heraldic devices in scarlet and gold, +was of still greater height, and very slight; his large keen eyes, hair +and moustache, black as jet; and his complexion dark brown, with a +well-formed aquiline nose, and a perfect and very white set of teeth. +</P> + +<P> +The instant the first-mentioned horseman perceived Eustace and Arthur, +he sprang to the ground and hurried to meet them with rapid +affectionate greetings and inquiries. In another moment Dame Eleanor +appeared on the drawbridge, and, weeping with joy, was clasped in her +husband's arms. Behind her stood the venerable chaplain, Father Cyril, +and a step or two further off, Ralph Penrose, both of whom in turn +received the kindly greetings of Sir Reginald Lynwood, as, with his +wife hanging on his arm and his boy holding his hand, he passed under +the gateway of his ancestral castle. Turning the next moment, he +addressed his tall companion: "Friend Gaston, I bid you welcome! Dame +Eleanor, and you, brother Eustace, I present to you my trusty Esquire, +Master Gaston d'Aubricour." +</P> + +<P> +Due courtesies passed between the Lady and the Squire, who, after a few +words with the Knight, remained to see the disposal of the men, while +Sir Reginald himself entered the hall with his wife, son and brother. +Eustace did not long remain there: he found that Reginald and Eleanor +had much to say to each other, and his curiosity and interest were, +besides, greatly excited by the novelty of the scene presented by the +castle court, so different from its usual peaceful monotony. The men +were unsaddling their horses, rubbing them down, walking them about, or +removing the stains of dust and mud from their own armour, while others +were exchanging greetings with the villagers, who were gathering in +joyous parties round such of the newly arrived as were natives of the +place. +</P> + +<P> +In the midst stood the strange Squire, superintending a horse-boy who +was rubbing down the Knight's tall war-horse, and at the same time +ordering, giving directions, answering inquiries, or granting +permission to the men to return home with their relations. Ralph +Penrose was near, his countenance, as Eustace could plainly perceive, +expressing little satisfaction at finding another authority in the +court of Lynwood Keep; the references to himself short, brief, and +rapid, and only made when ignorance of the locality compelled the +stranger to apply for information. The French accent and occasional +French phrases with which the Squire spoke, made him contract his brow +more and more, and at last, just as Eustace came up, he walked slowly +away, grumbling to himself, "Well, have it e'en your own way, I am too +old for your gay French fashions. It was not so in Humfrey Harwood's +time, when— But the world has gone after the French now! Sir Reginald +has brought home as many Gascon thieves as kindly Englishmen!" +</P> + +<P> +Eustace listened for a moment to his mutterings, but without answering +them, and coming within a few steps of the stranger, stood waiting to +offer him any courtesy in his power, though at the same time he felt +abashed by the consciousness of his inferiority in accomplishments and +experience. +</P> + +<P> +It was the Squire who was the first to speak. "So this is Sir +Reginald's old Keep! A fine old fortalice—would stand at least a +fortnight's siege. Ha! Is not yonder a weak point? I would undertake +to scale that tower, so the battering-rams made a diversion on the +other side." +</P> + +<P> +"I trust it will never be tried," said Eustace. +</P> + +<P> +"It would be as fair a feat of arms as ever you beheld! But I crave +your pardon," added he, displaying his white teeth with a merry laugh; +"the state of my own land has taught me to look on every castle with +eyes for attack and defence, and your brother tells me I am not behind +my countrymen in what you English call gasconades." +</P> + +<P> +"You have seen many sieges and passages of arms?" asked Eustace, +looking up in his face with an expression at once puzzled and +respectful. +</P> + +<P> +"Since our castle of Albricorte was sacked and burnt by the Count de +Bearn, I have seen little else—three stricken fields—two towns +stormed—castles more than I can remember." +</P> + +<P> +"Alas!" said Eustace, "I have seen nothing but the muster of arms at +Taunton!" +</P> + +<P> +D'Aubricour laughed. "Look not downcast on it," said he; "you have +time before you and one year at Bordeaux is worth four elsewhere. But I +forget, you are the young clerk; and yet that scarcely accords with +that bright eye of yours, and the weapon at your side." +</P> + +<P> +"They spoke once of making me a clerk," said Eustace; "but I hope to +show my brother that I am fit for his own way of life. Sir Squire, do +but tell me, do you think I look unfit to sustain the honour of my +name?" +</P> + +<P> +"Mere strength is little," said the Squire, "else were that comely +giant John Ingram, the best warrior in the army. Nor does height +reckon for much; Du Guesclin himself is of the shortest. Nor do you +look like the boy over whose weakly timid nature I have heard Sir +Reginald lament," he proceeded, surveying him with a critical eye. +</P> + +<P> +Eustace had, in fact, hardly reached the middle height, and was very +slender; his limbs were, however, well proportioned, his step firm, and +every movement full of activity and grace. His face, shaded with +bright chestnut hair, was of a delicate complexion, the features finely +moulded, and the usual cast of expression slightly thoughtful; but +there was frequently, and especially at this moment, a bright kindling +light in the dark blue eyes, which changed the whole countenance from +the grave and refined look of the young scholar to the bold ardent +glance of the warrior. +</P> + +<P> +"A cavalier, every inch of you!" cried d'Aubricour, striking Eustace on +the shoulder as he concluded his inspection. "I'll have the training +of you, my <I>gentil damoiseau</I>, and see if I do not make you as <I>preux a +chevalier</I> as the most burly giant of them all. Here, know you this +trick?" +</P> + +<P> +He caught up one of the lances which the men had laid aside; Eustace +followed his example, and acquitted himself to his satisfaction in one +or two chivalrous manoeuvres, till a summons to supper put an end to +the sport. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap02"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER 2 +</H3> + +<P> +The house of Lynwood had long been famed for loyalty, which had often +cost them dear, since their neighbours, the Lords of Clarenham, never +failed to take advantage of the ascendency of the popular party, and +make encroachments on their privileges and possessions. +</P> + +<P> +Thus when Sir Hugo Lynwood, the old Crusader, was made prisoner by +Simon de Montfort's party at Lewes, he was treated with great severity, +in order to obtain from him a recognition of the feudal superiority of +the Clarenhams; and though the success of the royal party at Evesham +occasioned his liberation, his possessions were greatly diminished. +Nor had the turmoils of the reign of Edward II. failed to leave their +traces on the fortunes of the Lynwoods. Sir Henry, father of the +present Knight, was a staunch adherent of the unfortunate monarch, and +even joined the hapless Edmund, Earl of Kent, in the rising in which +that Prince was entrapped after the murder of his brother. On this +occasion, it was only Sir Henry's hasty flight that preserved his life, +and his lands were granted to the Baron Simon de Clarenham by the young +Edward III., then under the dominion of his mother Isabel, and Roger +Mortimer; but when at length the King had freed himself from their +trammels, the whole county of Somerset rose to expel the intruders from +Lynwood Keep, and reinstate its true master. Nor did Simon de +Clarenham make much resistance, for well knowing that an appeal to the +King would occasion and instant revocation of the grant, he judged it +advisable to allow it to sleep for the present. +</P> + +<P> +Sir Henry Lynwood, therefore, lived and died unmolested. His eldest +son, Reginald, was early sent to the Royal Camp, where he soon +distinguished himself, and gained the favour and friendship of the +gallant Prince of Wales. The feud with the Clarenhams seemed to be +completely extinguished, when Reginald, chiefly by the influence of the +Prince, succeeded in obtaining the hand of a lady of that family, the +daughter of a brave Knight slain in the wars in Brittany. +</P> + +<P> +Since this time, both the Baron de Clarenham and his son, Sir Fulk, had +been on good terms with the Knight of Lynwood, and the connection had +been drawn still closer by the Baron's second marriage with the Lady +Muriel de la Poer, a near relative of Sir Reginald's mother. Many a +time had Dame Eleanor Lynwood ridden to Clarenham castle, under the +escort of her young brother-in-law, to whom such a change from the +lonely old Keep afforded no small delight. +</P> + +<P> +Eustace, the only one of Sir Henry's younger children who survived the +rough nursing or the over-nursing, whichever it might be, that thinned +in former days the families of nobles and gentleman, might as well, in +the opinion of almost all, have rested beneath a quaint little image of +his infant figure, in brass, in the vaults of the little Norman chapel; +for he was a puny, ailing child, apt to scandalize his father and +brother, and their warlike retainers, by being scared at the dazzling +helm and nodding crest, and preferring the seat at this mother's feet, +the fairy tale of the old nurse, the song of the minstrel, or the book +of the Priest, to horse and hound, or even to the sight of the martial +sports of the tilt-yard. +</P> + +<P> +The last five years had, however, wrought a great change in him; he +began to outgrow the delicacy of his constitution, and with it, to +shake off his timidity of disposition. A diligent perusal of the +romances of chivalry filled him with emulation, and he had applied +himself ardently to all knightly exercises, looking with great +eagerness to the time when he might appear in the Prince's court. He +had invested it with all the glory of the Round Table and of the +Paladins; and though he knew he must not look for Merlin or the Siege +Perilous, the men themselves were in his fancy Rolands and Tristrems, +and he scarcely dared to hope he could ever be fit to make one of them, +with all his diligent attention to old Ralph's instructions. +</P> + +<P> +Some of Ralph's manoeuvres were indeed rather antiquated, and afforded +much amusement to Gaston d'Aubricour, who was never weary of teasing +the old seneschal with descriptions of the changes in the fashion of +weapons, tourneys, and machines, and especially delighted in histories +of the marvellous effects of gunpowder. Ralph would shake his head, vow +that it would soon put an end to all true chivalry, and walk off to +furbish his favourite cross-bow, with many a murmured reflection on the +folly of quitting good old plans, and especially on that of his master, +who must needs bring home a gibing Gascon, when honest English Squires +were not scarce. +</P> + +<P> +Very different was the state of the old Keep of Lynwood from the quiet, +almost deserted condition, in which it had been left so long, now that +the Knight had again taken his wonted place amongst the gentry of the +county. Entertainments were exchanged with his neighbours, hunting and +hawking matches, and all the sports of the tilt-yard, followed each +other in quick succession, and the summer passed merrily away. +Merrily, that is to say, with Sir Reginald, whose stirring life in camp +and court had left him but few and short intervals for enjoying his +home and the society of his wife; with Eleanor, who, relieved from long +anxiety, began to recover the spirits and health which had nearly +failed her; and with Eustace, to whom the arrival of his brother and +his followers brought a continued course of novelty and delight; but +less joyously with the Knight's followers, who regretted more and more +the gay court of Bordeaux, and grew impatient at the prospect of +spending a tedious winter in a peaceful English castle. +</P> + +<P> +Their anticipation of weariness, and the contrary expectations of Sir +Reginald, were destined to be equally disappointed: for two months had +not passed since his return before a summons arrived, or, more properly +speaking, an invitation to the trusty and well-beloved Sir Reginald +Lynwood to join the forces which the Duke of Lancaster was assembling +at Southampton, the Prince of Wales having promised to assist King +Pedro of Castile in recovering the kingdom from which he had been +driven by his brother Enrique of Trastamare. +</P> + +<P> +Sir Reginald could not do otherwise than prepare with alacrity to obey +the call of his beloved Prince, though he marvelled that Edward should +draw his sword in the cause of such a monster of cruelty, and he was +more reluctant than ever before to leave his home. He even promised +his sorrowful Eleanor that this should be the last time he would leave +her. "I will but bestow Eustace in some honourable household, where he +may be trained in knightly lore—that of Chandos, perchance, or some +other of the leaders who hold the good old strict rule; find good +masters for my honest men-at-arms; break one more lance with Du +Guesclin; and take to rule my vassals, till my fields, and be the +honest old country Knight my father was before me. Said I well, Dame +Eleanor?" +</P> + +<P> +Eleanor smiled, but the next moment sighed and drooped her head, while +a tear fell on the blue silk with which she was embroidering the +crosslet on his pennon. Sir Reginald might have said somewhat to cheer +her, but at that instant little Arthur darted into the hall with news +that the armourer was come from Taunton, with two mules, loaded with a +store of goodly helmets, swords, and corselets, which he was displaying +in the court. +</P> + +<P> +The Knight immediately walked forth into the court, where all had been +activity and eagerness ever since the arrival of the summons, the smith +hammering ceaselessly in his forge, yet without fulfilling half the +order continually shouted in his ears; Gaston d'Aubricour and Ralph +Penrose directing from morning to night, in contradiction of each +other, the one always laughing, the other always grumbling; the +men-at-arms and retainers some obeying orders, others being scolded, +the steel clanging, hammers ringing without intermission. Most of the +party, such at least as could leave their employment without a sharp +reprimand from one or the other of the contending authorities, the +Seneschal and the Squire, were gathered round the steps, where the +armourer was displaying, with many an encomium, his bundles of lances, +his real Toledo blades, and his helmets of the choicest fashion. +Gaston d'Aubricour and Ralph were disputing respecting a certain suit +of armour, which the latter disapproved, because it had no guards for +the knees, while the former contended that the only use for such +protections was to disable a man from walking, and nearly from standing +when once unhorsed. +</P> + +<P> +"In my day, Master d'Aubricour, it was not the custom for a brave +man-at-arms to look to being unhorsed; but times are changed." +</P> + +<P> +"Ay, that they are, Master Penrose, for in our day we do not give +ourselves over the moment we are down, and lie closed up in our shells +like great land tortoises turned on their backs, waiting till some one +is good enough to find his way through our shell with the +<I>misericorde</I>." +</P> + +<P> +"Peace, peace, Gaston," said the Knight. "If we acquit ourselves as +well as our fathers, we shall have little to be ashamed of. What think +you of this man's gear?" +</P> + +<P> +"That I could pick up a better suit for half the price at old Battista, +the Lombard's at Bordeaux; nevertheless, since young Eustace would be +the show of the camp if he appeared there provided in Ralph's fashion, +it may be as well to see whether there be any reasonableness in this +old knave." +</P> + +<P> +Before the question was decided, the trampling of horses was heard, and +there rode into the court an elderly man, whose dress and bearing +showed him to be of consideration, accompanied by a youth of eighteen +or nineteen, and attended by two servants. Sir Reginald and his +brother immediately stepped forward to receive them. +</P> + +<P> +"Sir Philip Ashton," said the former, "how is it with you? This is +friendly in you to come and bid us farewell." +</P> + +<P> +"I grieve that it should be farewell, Sir Reginald," said the old +Knight, dismounting whilst Eustace held his stirrup; "our country can +ill spare such men as you. Thanks, my young friend Eustace. See, +Leonard, what good training will do for an Esquire; Eustace has already +caught that air and courteous demeanour that cannot be learnt here +among us poor Knights of Somerset." +</P> + +<P> +This was to his son, who, with a short abrupt reply to the good-natured +greeting of Sir Reginald, had scrambled down from his saddle, and stood +fixing his large gray eyes upon Gaston, whose tall active figure and +lively dark countenance seemed to afford him an inexhaustible subject +of study. The Squire was presented by name to Sir Philip, received a +polite compliment, and replying with a bow, turned to the youth with +the ready courtesy of one willing to relieve the shyness of an awkward +stranger. "We were but now discussing the merit between damasked steel +and chain mail, what opinion do you bring to aid us?" A renewed stare, +an inarticulate muttering, and Master Leonard turned away and almost +hid his face in the mane of his horse, whilst his father attempted to +make up for his incivility by a whole torrent of opinions, to which +Gaston listened with the outward submission due from a Squire, but with +frequent glances, accompanied by a tendency to elevate shoulder or +eyebrow, which Eustace understood full well to convey that the old +gentleman knew nothing whatever on the subject. +</P> + +<P> +This concluded, Sir Philip went to pay his respects to the Lady of +Lynwood, and then, as the hour of noon had arrived, all partook of the +meal, which was served in the hall, the Squires waiting on the Knights +and the Lady before themselves sitting down to table. +</P> + +<P> +It was the influence of dinner that first unchained the silent tongue +of Leonard Ashton, when he found himself seated next to his old +acquaintance, Eustace Lynwood, out of hearing of those whose presence +inspired him with shyness, and the clatter of knives and trenchers +drowning his voice. +</P> + +<P> +"So your brother has let you bear sword after all. How like you the +trade? Better than poring over crabbed parchments, I trow. But guess +you why we are here to-day? My father says that I must take service +with some honourable Knight, and see somewhat of the world. He spoke +long of the Lord de Clarenham, because his favour would be well in the +county; but at last he has fixed on your brother, because he may do +somewhat for me with the Prince." +</P> + +<P> +"Then you are going with us to Bordeaux?" exclaimed Eustace, eagerly. +</P> + +<P> +"Ay, truly." +</P> + +<P> +"Nay, but that is a right joyful hearing!" said Eustace. "Old friends +should be brethren in arms." +</P> + +<P> +"But, Eustace," said young Ashton, lowering his voice to a confidential +whisper, "I like not that outlandish Squire, so tall and black. Men +say he is a Moor—a worshipper of Mahound." +</P> + +<P> +Eustace laughed heartily at this report, and assured his friend that, +though he had heard his brother often give his Squire in jest his <I>nom +de guerre</I> of <I>Gaston le Maure</I>, yet d'Aubricour was a gallant +gentleman of Gascony. But still Leonard was not satisfied. "Had ever +man born in Christian land such flashing black eyes and white teeth? +And is not he horribly fierce and strict?" +</P> + +<P> +"Never was man of kinder heart and blither temper." +</P> + +<P> +"Then you think that he will not be sharp with us? 'More straight in +your saddle!' 'lance lower!' 'head higher;' that is what has been +ringing in my ears from morning till night of late, sometimes enforced +by a sharp blow on the shoulders. Is it not so with you?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, old Penrose took all that trouble off their hands long ago. Gaston +is the gentlest of tutors compared with him." +</P> + +<P> +"I hope so!" sighed Leonard; "my very bones ache with the tutoring I +get from my father at home. And, Eustace, resolve me this—" +</P> + +<P> +"Hush, do not you see that Father Cyril is about to pronounce the +Grace—. There—now must I go and serve your father with the +grace-cup, but I will be with you anon." +</P> + +<P> +Leonard put his elbow on the table, mumbling to himself, "And these of +Eustace's be the courtly manners my father would have me learn; they +cost a great deal too much trouble!" +</P> + +<P> +The meal over, Eustace took Leonard into the court to visit the horses +and inspect the new armour. They were joined by Gaston, who took upon +himself to reply to the question which Leonard wished to have resolved, +namely, what they were to do in Castile, by persuading him to believe +that Enrique of Trastamare was a giant twenty feet high, who rode a +griffin of proportionate dimensions, and led an army whose heads grew +under their shoulders. +</P> + +<P> +In the meantime, Sir Philip Ashton was, with many polite speeches, +entering upon the business of his visit, which was to request Sir +Reginald to admit his son into his train as an Esquire. The Knight of +Lynwood, though not very desirous of this addition to his followers, +could not well refuse him, in consideration of the alliance which had +long subsisted between the two houses; but he mentioned his own purpose +of quitting the Prince's court as soon as the present expedition should +be concluded. +</P> + +<P> +"That," said Sir Philip, softly, "will scarce be likely. Such Knights +as Sir Reginald Lynwood are not so easily allowed to hide themselves in +obscurity. The Prince of Wales knows too well the value of his +right-hand counsellor." +</P> + +<P> +"Nay, Sir Philip," said Sir Reginald, laughing, "that is rather too +fine a term for a rough soldier, who never was called into counsel at +all, except for the arraying a battle. It would take far sharper wits +than mine, or, indeed, I suspect, than any that we have at Bordeaux, to +meet the wiles of Charles of France. No, unless the Royal Banner be +abroad in the field, you may look to see me here before another year is +out." +</P> + +<P> +"I shall hope it may be otherwise, for my boy's sake," said Sir Philip. +"But be that as it may, his fame will be secured by his going forth for +the first time with such a leader as yourself. The example and +friendship of your brother will also be of the utmost service. Your +chief Squire too—so perfect in all chivalrous training, and a +foreigner—who better could be found to train a poor Somersetshire +clown for the Prince's Gascon court?" +</P> + +<P> +"Why, for that matter," interrupted Sir Reginald, whose patience would +seldom serve his to the end of one of his neighbour's harangues, "it +may be honest to tell you that though Gaston is a kindly-tempered +fellow, and of right knightly bearing, his life has been none of the +most steady. I took up with him a couple of years since, when poor old +Humfrey Harwood was slain at Auray, and I knew not where to turn for a +Squire. Save for a few wild freaks now and then, he has done right +well, though I sometimes marvelled at his choosing to endure my strict +household. He obeys my orders, and has made himself well liked by the +men, and I willingly trust Eustace with him, since the boy is of a +grave clerkly sort of turn, and under my own eye; but it is for you to +do as you will with your son." +</P> + +<P> +"Is he of honourable birth?" asked Sir Philip. +</P> + +<P> +"At least he bears coat armour," answered Reginald. "His shield is +<I>gules</I>, a wolf <I>passant</I>, <I>or</I>, and I have heard strange tales of his +father, Beranger d'Aubricour, the Black Wolf of the Pyrenees, as he was +called, one of the robber noblesse of the Navarrese border; but I have +little time for such matters, and they do not dwell in my mind. If I +find a man does his duty in my service, I care not whence he comes, nor +what his forefathers may have been. I listen to no such idle tales; but +I thought it best to warn you that I answer not for all the comrades +your son may find in my troop." +</P> + +<P> +"Many thanks, noble Sir Reginald; under such care as yours he cannot +fail to prosper; I am secure of his welfare in your hands. One word +more, Sir Reginald, I pray you. You are all-powerful with Prince +Edward. My poor boy's advancement is in your hand. One word in his +favour to the Prince—a hint of the following I could send his pennon—" +</P> + +<P> +"Sir Philip," said Reginald, "you overrate my influence, and underrate +the Prince's judgment, if you imagine aught save personal merit would +weigh with him. Your son shall have every opportunity of deserving his +notice, but whether it be favourable or not must depend on himself. If +you desire more, you must not seek it of me." +</P> + +<P> +Sir Philip protested that this was all he wished, and after reiterating +his thanks, took his leave, promising that Leonard should be at Lynwood +Keep on the next Monday, the day fixed for Sir Reginald's departure. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap03"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER III +</H3> + +<P> +The morning of departure arrived. The men-at-arms were drawn up in the +court like so many statues of steel; Leonard Ashton sat on horseback, +his eyes fixed on the door; Gaston d'Aubricour, wrapped in his gay +mantle, stood caressing his Arab steed Brigliador, and telling him they +should soon exchange the chilly fogs of England for the bright sun of +Gascony; Ralph Penrose held his master's horse, and a black powerful +charger was prepared for Eustace, but still the brothers tarried. +</P> + +<P> +"My Eleanor, this should not be!" said Reginald as his wife clung to +him weeping. "Keep a good heart. 'Tis not for long. Take heed of +your dealings with cousin Fulk. She knows not what I say. Father +Cyril, keep guard over her and my boy, in case I should meet with any +mishap." +</P> + +<P> +"I will, assuredly, my son," said the Chaplain, "but it is little that +a poor Priest like me can do. I would that grant to the Clarenhams +were repealed." +</P> + +<P> +"That were soon done," said Reginald, "but it is no time for a loyal +vassal to complain of grievances when his liege lord has summoned him +to the field. That were to make the King's need be his law. No! no! +Watch over her, good father, she is weak and tender. Look up, sweet +heart, give me one cheerful wish to speed me on my journey. No? She +has swooned. Eleanor! my wife—" +</P> + +<P> +"Begone, begone, my son," said Father Cyril, "it will be the better for +her." +</P> + +<P> +"It may be," said Reginald, "yet to leave her thus— Here, nurse, +support her, tend her well. Give her my tenderest greetings. Arthur, +be duteous to her; talk to her of our return; farewell, my boy, and +blessings on you. Eustace, mount." +</P> + +<P> +Sir Reginald, sighing heavily, swung himself into the saddle; Eustace +waited a moment longer. "Good Father, this was to have been in poor +Eleanor's charge. It is the token, you know for whom." +</P> + +<P> +"It shall reach her, my son." +</P> + +<P> +"You will send me a letter whenever you can?" +</P> + +<P> +"Truly, I will; and I would have you read and write, especially in +Latin, when you have the chance—good gifts should not be buried. +Bethink you, too, that you will not have the same excuse for sin as the +rude ignorant men you will meet." +</P> + +<P> +"Eustace!" hastily called Reginald, and with a hurried farewell to all +around, the young Squire sprang on horseback, and the troop rode across +the drawbridge. They halted on the mound beyond; Sir Reginald shook +his pennon, till the long white swallow tails streamed on the wind, +then placed it in the hands of Eustace, and saying, "On, Lances of +Lynwood! In the name of God, St. George, and King Edward, do your +devoir;" he spurred his horse forward, as if only desirous to be out of +sight of his own turrets, and forget the parting, the pain of which +still heaved his breast and dimmed his eye. +</P> + +<P> +A few days brought the troop to Southampton, where John of Gaunt was +collecting his armament, and with it they embarked, crossed to St. +Malo, and thence proceeded to Bordeaux, but there found that the Prince +of Wales had already set forth, and was waiting for his brother at Dax. +</P> + +<P> +Advancing immediately, at the end of three days they came in sight of +the forces encamped around that town. Glorious was the scene before +them, the green plain covered in every direction with white tents, +surmounted with the banners or pennons of their masters, the broad red +Cross of St. George waving proudly in the midst, and beside it the +royal Lions and Castles of the two Spanish monarchies. To the south, +the snowy peaks of the Pyrenees began to gleam white like clouds +against the sky, and the gray sea-line to the west closed the horizon. +Eustace drew his rein, and gazed in silent admiration, and Gaston, +riding by his side, pointed out the several bearings and devices which, +to the warrior of that day, spoke as plainly (often more so) as written +words. "See yonder, the tent of my brave countryman, the Captal de +Buch, close to that of the Prince, as is ever his wont. No doubt he is +willing to wipe away the memory of his capture at Auray. There, to the +left, <I>gules</I> and <I>argent</I>, per <I>pale</I>, is the pennon of the stout old +Englishman, Chandos. Ha! I see the old Free Companions are here with +Sir Hugh Calverly! Why, 'twas but the other day they were starting to +set this very Don Enrique on the throne as blithely as they now go to +drive him from his." +</P> + +<P> +While Gaston spoke, the sound of horses' feet approached rapidly from +another quarter, and a small party came in sight, the foremost of whom +checked his bridle, as, at Reginald's signal, his Lances halted and +drew respectfully aside. He was a man about thirty-six years of age, +and looking even younger, from the remarkable fairness and delicacy of +his complexion. The perfect regularity of his noble features, together +with the commanding, yet gentle expression of his clear light blue +eyes, would, even without the white ostrich feather in his black velvet +cap, have enabled Eustace to recognize in him the flower of chivalry, +Edward, Prince of Wales. +</P> + +<P> +"Welcome, my trusty Reginald!" exclaimed he. "I knew that the Lances +of Lynwood would not be absent where knightly work is to be done. Is +my brother John arrived?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, my Lord," replied Reginald; "I parted from him but now as he rode +to the castle, while I came to seek where to bestow my knaves." +</P> + +<P> +"I know you of old for a prudent man," said the Prince, smiling; "the +Provost Marshal hath no acquaintance with that gallant little band. +Methinks I see there a fair face like enough to yours to belong to +another loyal Lynwood." +</P> + +<P> +"I could wish it were a little browner and more manly, my Lord," said +Reginald. "It is my brother Eustace, who has been suffered (I take +shame to myself for it) to tarry at home as my Lady's page, till he +looks as white as my Lady herself." +</P> + +<P> +"We will soon find a cure for that in the sun of Castile," said Edward. +"You are well provided with Squires. The men of Somerset know where +good training is to be found for their sons." +</P> + +<P> +"This, my Lord, is the son of Sir Philip Ashton, a loyal Knight of our +country." +</P> + +<P> +"He is welcome," said the Prince. "We have work for all. Let me see +you this evening at supper in my tent." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, Eustace, what sayest thou?" said Gaston, as the Prince rode on. +</P> + +<P> +"A Prince to dream of, a Prince for whom to give a thousand lives!" +said Eustace. +</P> + +<P> +"And that was the Prince of Wales!" said Leonard. "Why, he spoke just +like any other man." +</P> + +<P> +The two tents of the Lances of Lynwood having been erected, and all +arrangements made, the Knights and Squires set out for the Prince's +pavilion, the white curtains of which were conspicuous in the centre of +the camp. Within, it was completely lined with silk, embroidered with +the various devices of the Prince: the lions of England—the lilies of +France—the Bohemian ostrich-plume, with its humble motto, the white +rose, not yet an emblem of discord—the blue garter and the red cross, +all in gorgeous combination—a fitting background, as it were, on which +to display the chivalrous groups seen in relief against it. +</P> + +<P> +At the upper end was placed a long table for the Prince and his guests, +and here Sir Reginald took his seat, with many a hearty welcome from +his friends and companions in arms, while Gaston led his comrades to +the lower end, where Squires and pages were waiting for the provisions +brought in by the servants, which they were to carry to their Knights. +Gaston was soon engaged in conversation with his acquaintance, to some +of whom he introduced Eustace and Leonard, but the former found far +more interesting occupation in gazing on the company seated at the +upper table. +</P> + +<P> +The Black Prince himself occupied the centre, his brother John at his +left hand, and at his right, a person whom both this post of honour and +the blazonry of his surcoat marked out as the dethroned King of +Castile. Pedro the Cruel had not, however, the forbidding countenance +which imagination would ascribe to him; his features were of the fair +and noble type of the old royal Gothic race of Spain; he had a +profusion of flaxen hair, and large blue eyes, rather too prominent, +and but for his receding forehead, and the expression of his lips, he +would have been a handsome man of princely mien. Something, too, there +was of fear, something of a scowl; he seemed to shrink from the open +and manly demeanour of Edward, and to turn with greater ease to +converse with John, who, less lofty in character than his brother, +better suited his nature. +</P> + +<P> +There, too, Eustace beheld the stalwart form and rugged features of Sir +John Chandos; the slender figure and dark sparkling southern face of +the Captal de Buch; the rough joyous boon-companion visage of Sir Hugh +Calverly, the free-booting warrior; the youthful form of the young +step-son of the Prince, Lord Thomas Holland; the rude features of the +Breton Knight, Sir Oliver de Clisson, soon to be the bitterest foe of +the standard beneath which he was now fighting. Many were there whose +renown had charmed the ears of the young Squire of Lynwood Keep, and he +looked on the scene with the eagerness with which he would have watched +some favourite romance suddenly done into life and action. +</P> + +<P> +"Eustace! What, Eustace, in a trance?" said d'Aubricour. "Waken, and +carry this trencher of beef to your brother. Best that you should do +it," he added in a low voice, taking up a flask of wine, "and save our +comrade from at once making himself a laughing-stock." +</P> + +<P> +The discontented glance with which Leonard's eyes followed his fellow +Squires, did not pass unobserved by a person with whom d'Aubricour had +exchanged a few words, a squarely-made, dark-visaged man, with a thick +black beard, and a huge scar which had obliterated one eye; his +equipment was that of a Squire, but instead of, like others of the same +degree, attending on the guests at the upper table, he sat carelessly +sideways on the bench, with one elbow on the board. +</P> + +<P> +"You gaze after that trencher as if you wished your turn was come," +said he, in a patois of English and French, which Leonard could easily +understand, although he had always turned a deaf ear to Gaston's +attempts to instruct him in the latter language. However, a grunt was +his only reply. +</P> + +<P> +"Or," pursued the Squire, "have you any fancy for carrying it yourself? +I, for my part, think we are well quit of the trouble." +</P> + +<P> +"Why, ay," said Leonard, "but I trow I have as much right to serve at +the Prince's table as dainty Master Eustace. My father had never put +me under Sir Reginald's charge, had he deemed I should be kept here +among the serving-men." +</P> + +<P> +"Sir Reginald? Which Sir Reginald has the honour of your service?" +asked the Squire, to whom Leonard's broad Somersetshire dialect seemed +to present few difficulties. +</P> + +<P> +"Sir Reginald Lynwood, he with the curled brown locks, next to that +stern-looking old fellow with the gray hair." +</P> + +<P> +"Ay, I know him of old. Him whom the Duke of Lancaster is pledging—a +proud, strict Englishman—as rigid a service as any in the camp." +</P> + +<P> +"I should think so!" said Leonard. "Up in the morn hours before the +sun, to mass like a choir of novices, to clean our own arms and the +Knight's, like so many horse-boys, and if there be but a speck of rust, +or a sword-belt half a finger's length awry—" +</P> + +<P> +"Ay, ay, I once had a fortnight's service with a Knight of that stamp, +but a fortnight was enough for me, I promise you. And yet Gaston le +Maure chooses to stay with him rather than lead a merry life with Sir +Perduccas d'Albret, with all to gain, and nought to lose! A different +life from the days he and I spent together of old." +</P> + +<P> +"Gaston d'Aubricour is as sharp as the Knight himself," said Leonard, +"and gibes me without ceasing; but yet I could bear it all, were it not +for seeing Eustace, the clerk, preferred to me, as if I were not heir +to more acres than he can ever count crowns." +</P> + +<P> +"What may then be your name, fair youth, and your inheritance?" +demanded the one-eyed Squire, "for your coat of arms is new in the +camp." +</P> + +<P> +"My name is Leonard Ashton; my father—" but Leonard's speech was cut +short by a Squire who stumbled over his outstretched foot. Both +parties burst into angry exclamations, Leonard's new acquaintance +taking his part. Men looked up, and serious consequences might have +ensued, had not Gaston hastened to the spot. "Shame on you, young +malapert," said he to his hopeful pupil. "Cannot I leave you one +moment unwatched, but you must be brawling in the Prince's own +presence? Here, bear this bread to Sir Reginald instantly, and leave +me to make your peace. Master Clifford," added he, as Leonard shuffled +away, "'tis an uncouth slip whom Sir Reginald Lynwood has undertaken to +mould into form, and if he is visited as he deserves for each piece of +discourtesy, his life will not be long enough for amendment, so I must +e'en beg you to take my apology." +</P> + +<P> +"Most readily, Master d'Aubricour," replied Clifford; "there would not +have been the least offence had the youth only possessed a civil +tongue." +</P> + +<P> +"Is not he the son of one of your wealthy Englishmen?" asked the +one-eyed Squire, carelessly. +</P> + +<P> +"Ha! Why should you think so?" said Gaston, turning sharply; "because +he shows so much good nurture?" +</P> + +<P> +"Because his brains are grown fat with devouring his father's beeves, +fare on which you seem to thrive, le Maure," said the one-eyed, "though +you were not wont to like English beef and English discipline better +than Gascon wine and Gascon freedom. I begin to think that the cub of +the Black Wolf of the Pyrenees is settling down into a tame English +house-dog." +</P> + +<P> +"He has teeth and claws at your service," replied Gaston. +</P> + +<P> +"Ay?" said the Squire interrogatively; then, changing his tone, "But +tell me honestly, Gaston, repent you not of having taken service with +gallant Sir Perduccas?" +</P> + +<P> +"Why, you have left him yourself." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, because we had sharp words on the spoil of a Navarrese village. +My present leader, Sir William Felton, is as free and easy as d'Albret, +or Aymerigot Marcel himself. And is not yon ungainly varlet the hope +of some rich English house?" +</P> + +<P> +"I must see their hopes meet with no downfall," said Gaston, walking +away, and muttering to himself. "A plague upon it! To train two boys +is more than I bargained for, and over and above to hinder this +wiseacre Ashton from ruining himself, or being ruined by <I>le Borgne +Basque</I>! What brought him here? I thought he was safe in Castile with +the Free Companions. I would let the oaf take his course, for a wilful +wrong-headed fool, but that it would scarce be doing good service to +Sir Reginald." +</P> + +<P> +The Knights had nearly finished their meal, and the Squires having +served them with wine, returned to their own table, now freshly +supplied with meat, which the yeomen in their turn carved for them. +Gaston kept Leonard under his own eye till the party broke up. +</P> + +<P> +On the way to the tent, he began to take him to task. "A proper +commencement! Did you take the Prince's pavilion for one of your own +island hostels, where men may freely brawl and use their fists without +fear of aught save the parish constable?" +</P> + +<P> +"What business had he to tread on my foot?" growled Leonard. +</P> + +<P> +"What business had your foot there? Was not your office, as I told +you, to stand ready to hand me whatever I might call for?" +</P> + +<P> +"I was speaking a few words to another gentleman." +</P> + +<P> +"The fewer words you speak to <I>le Borgne Basque</I> the better, unless you +think it is Sir Reginald's pleasure that you should be instructed in +all the dicing and drinking in this camp, and unless you wish that the +crowns with which your father stored your pouch should jingle in his +pockets. It is well for you the Knight marked you not." +</P> + +<P> +"You held long enough parley with him yourself," said the refractory +pupil. +</P> + +<P> +"Look you, Master Leonard Ashton, I do not presume to offer myself as +an example to you save, perhaps, in the matter of sitting a steed, or +handing a wine-cup. I have no purse to lose, and I have wit to keep it +if I had, or at least," as a recollection crossed him, "if I lost it, +it should be to please myself, and not <I>le Borgne Basque</I>; above all, +my name and fame are made, and yours—" +</P> + +<P> +"What would you say of mine?" said Leonard, with sulky indignation. +"The heir of Ashton is not to be evened to a wandering landless +foreigner." +</P> + +<P> +"It is not in sight of these mountain peaks," said Gaston, +contemptuously, "that I am to be called a foreigner; and as to being +landless, if I chose to take my stand on the old tower of Albricorte, +and call myself Lord of the whole hill-side, I should like to see who +would gainsay me. For name, I suspect you will find that many a man +has trembled at the sound of Beranger d'Albricorte, to whom Ashton +would be but that of an English clown. Moreover, in this camp I would +have you to know that the question is, not who has the broadest lands, +but who has the strongest arm. And, sir Squire, if you are not above +listening to a piece of friendly counsel, to brag of those acres of +yours is the surest way to attract spoilers. I had rather a dozen time +trust Eustace in such company than you, not only because he has more +wit, but because he has less coin." +</P> + +<P> +"Who is this man? What is his name?" asked Eustace. +</P> + +<P> +"<I>Le Borgne Basque</I>, I know no other," said Gaston. "We reck little of +names here, especially when it may be convenient to have them +forgotten. He is a Free Companion, a <I>routier</I>, brave enough, but more +ready at the sack than the assault, and loving best to plunder, waste, +and plunder again, or else to fleece such sheep as our friend here." +</P> + +<P> +"How could such a man gain entrance to the Prince's pavilion?" +</P> + +<P> +"Stout hearts and strong arms find entrance in most places," said +Gaston; "but, as you saw, he durst not appear at the upper table." +</P> + +<P> +The next morning the army began their march to the Pyrenees. They +halted for some days at the foot of the hills, whilst negotiations were +passing between the Black Prince and Charles the Bad, King of Navarre, +who might easily have prevented their entrance into the Peninsula by +refusing a passage through his mountain fastnesses. +</P> + +<P> +When the permission was granted, they advanced with considerable danger +and difficulty. The rugged paths were covered with snow and ice, which +made them doubly perilous for the horses, and but for Gaston's +familiarity with his native hills, Sir Reginald declared that he could +never have brought his little troop across them in safety. +</P> + +<P> +At length they emerged through the celebrated Pass of Roncesvalles, +where Eustace in imagination listened to the echoes of the dying blast +of Roland. On the following evening he had the delight of reading his +history in the veritable pages of Archbishop Turpin, which precious +work he found in the possession of Brother Waleran, a lay-friar, in the +employment of Sir John Froissart the chronicler, who had sent him with +the army as a reporter of the events of the campaign. This new +acquaintance gave very little satisfaction to Sir Reginald, who was +almost ready to despair of Eustace's courage and manhood when he found +he had "gone back to his books," and manifested, if not so much serious +displeasure, yet even more annoyance, on this occasion, than when, +shortly after, he found that Leonard Ashton spent every moment at his +own disposal in the company of <I>le Borgne Basque</I>. That worthy, +meeting the young gentleman, had easily persuaded him that Gaston's +cautions only proceeded from fears of stories that might with too much +truth be told against himself, and by skilful flatteries of the young +Englishman's self-importance, and sympathy with his impatience of the +strict rule of the Knight of Lynwood, succeeded in establishing over +him great influence. +</P> + +<P> +So fared it with the two young Squires, whilst the army began to enter +the dominions of the King of Castile. Here a want of provisions was +severely felt, for such was the hatred borne to Pedro the Cruel, that +every inhabitant of the country fled at his approach, carrying off, or +destroying, all that could be used as food. It was the intention of +Bertrand du Guesclin, the ally of Enrique of Trastamare, to remain +quietly in his camp of Navaretta, and allow hunger to do its work with +the invading force, but this prudent plan was prevented by the folly of +Don Tello, brother of Enrique, who, accusing Bertrand of cowardice, so +stung his fiery spirit that he resolved on instant combat, though +knowing how little dependence could be placed on his Spanish allies. +</P> + +<P> +The challenge of the Prince of Wales was therefore accepted; and never +were tidings more welcome than these to the half-famished army, +encamped upon the banks of the Ebro, on the same ground on which, in +after years, English valour was once more to turn to flight a usurping +King of Spain. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap04"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER IV +</H3> + +<P> +The moon was at her height, and shone full into the half-opened tent of +Sir Reginald Lynwood. At the further end, quite in darkness, the +Knight, bare-headed, and rosary in hand, knelt before the dark-robed +figure of a confessor, while at a short distance lay, on a couch of +deer-skins, the sleeping Leonard Ashton. Before the looped-up curtain +that formed the door was Gaston d'Aubricour, on one knee, close to a +huge torch of pine-wood fixed in the earth, examining by its flaring +smoky light into the state of his master's armour, proving every joint +with a small hammer. Near him, Eustace, with the help of John Ingram, +the stalwart yeoman, was fastening his charge, the pennon, to a mighty +lance of the toughest ash-wood, and often looking forth on the white +tents on which the moonbeams shed their pale, tranquil light. There +was much to impress a mind like his, in the scene before him: the +unearthly moonlight, the few glimmering stars, the sky—whose southern +clearness and brightness were, to his unaccustomed eye, doubly +wonderful—the constant though subdued sounds in the camp, the murmur +of the river, and, far away in the dark expanse of night, the sparkling +of a multitude of lights, which marked the encampment of the enemy. +There was a strange calm awe upon his spirit. He spoke in a low voice, +and Gaston's careless light-hearted tones fell on his ear as something +uncongenial; but his eye glanced brightly, his step was free and bold, +as he felt that this was the day that must silence every irritating +doubt of his possessing a warrior-spirit. +</P> + +<P> +The first red streak of dawn was beginning to glow in the eastern sky, +when the note of a bugle rang out from the Prince's tent and was +responded to by hundreds of other horns. That instant the quiet +slumbering camp awoke, the space in front of every tent was filled with +busy men, arming themselves, or saddling their horses. Gaston and +Eustace, already fully equipped, assisted Sir Reginald to arm; Leonard +was roused, and began to fasten on his armour; the men-at-arms came +forth from their tent, and the horses were saddled and bridled; "And +now," called Sir Reginald, "bring our last loaf, John Ingram. Keep +none back. By this day's eve we shall have abundance, or else no +further need." +</P> + +<P> +The hard dry barley-bread was shared in scanty, but equal measure, and +scarcely had it been devoured, before a second bugle blast, pealing +through the camp, caused each mail-clad warrior to close his visor, and +spring into the open plain, where, according to previous orders, they +arrayed themselves in two divisions, the first commanded by the Duke of +Lancaster and Sir John Chandos, the second by Prince Edward and Don +Pedro. +</P> + +<P> +After a pause, employed in marshalling the different bands, the host +advanced at an even pace, the rising sun glancing on their armour, and +revealing the multitude of waving crests, and streamers fluttering from +the points of the lances, like the wings of gorgeous insects. +Presently a wall of glittering armour was seen advancing to meet them, +with the same brilliant display. It might have seemed some mighty +tournament that was there arrayed, as the two armies stood confronting +each other, rather than a stern battle for the possession of a kingdom; +and well might old Froissart declare, "It was a pleasure to see such +hosts." +</P> + +<P> +But it would be presumptuous to attempt to embellish a tale after +Froissart has once touched it. To him, then, I leave it to tell how +the rank of banneret was conferred on the gallant old Chandos, how the +Prince prayed aloud for a blessing on his arms, how he gave the signal +for the advance, and how the boaster, Tello, fled in the first +encounter. The Lances of Lynwood, in the division of the Duke of +Lancaster, well and gallantly did their part in the hard struggle with +the brave band of French, whose resistance was not overcome till the +Black Prince himself brought his reserved troops to the aid of his +brother. +</P> + +<P> +With the loss of only one man-at-arms, the Lances of Lynwood had taken +several prisoners. It was high noon, and the field was well-nigh +cleared of the enemy, when Sir Reginald drew his rein at the top of a +steep bank clothed with brushwood, sloping towards the stream of the +Zadorra, threw up his visor, wiped his heated brow, and, patting his +horse's neck, turned to his brother, saying, "You have seen sharp work +in this your first battle-day, Eustace." +</P> + +<P> +"It is a glorious day!" said Eustace. "See how they hurry to the +water." And he pointed over the low shrubs to a level space on the +bank of the river, where several fugitives, on foot and horseback, were +crowding together, and pressing hastily forward. +</P> + +<P> +"Ha!" cried Sir Reginald, "the golden circlet! Henry of Trastamare +himself!" and at the same instant he sprang to the ground. "You," said +he, "speed round the bushes, meet me at the ford they are making for." +This was directed to Gaston, and ere the last words were spoken, both +Sir Reginald and Eustace were already beginning to hurry down the bank. +Gaston rose to his full height in his stirrups, and, looking over the +wood, exclaimed, "The Eagle crest! I must be there. On, +Ashton—Ingram, this way—speed, speed, speed!" and with these words +threw himself from his horse, and dashed after the two brothers, as +they went crashing, in their heavy armour, downwards through the +boughs. In less than a minute they were on the level ground, and Sir +Reginald rushed forward to intercept Don Enrique, who was almost close +to the river. "Yield, yield, Sir King!" he shouted; but at the same +moment another Knight on foot threw himself between, raising a huge +battle-axe, and crying, "Away, away, Sir; leave me to deal with him!" +Enrique turned, entered the river, and safely swam his horse to the +other side, whilst his champion was engaged in desperate conflict. +</P> + +<P> +The Knight of Lynwood caught the first blow on his shield, and returned +it, but without the slightest effect on his antagonist, who, though +short in stature, and clumsily made, seemed to possess gigantic +strength. A few moments more, and Reginald had fallen at full length +on the grass, while his enemy was pressing on, to secure him as a +prisoner, or to seize the pennon which Eustace held. The two Squires +stood with lifted swords before their fallen master, but it cost only +another of those irresistible strokes to stretch Gaston beside Sir +Reginald, and Eustace was left alone to maintain the struggle. A few +moments more, and the Lances would come up—but how impossible to hold +out! The first blow cleft his shield in two, and though it did not +pierce his armour, the shock brought him to his knee, and without the +support of the staff of the pennon he would have been on the ground. +Still, however, he kept up his defence, using sometimes his sword, and +sometimes the staff, to parry the strokes of his assailant; but the +strife was too unequal, and faint with violent exertion, as well as +dizzied by a stroke which the temper of his helmet had resisted, he +felt that all would be over with him in another second, when his +sinking energies were revived by the cry of "St. George," close at +hand. His enemy relaxing his attack, he sprang to his feet, and that +instant found himself enclosed, almost swept away, by a crowd of +combatants of inferior degree, as well as his own comrades as Free +Lances, all of whose weapons were turned upon his opponent. A sword +was lifted over the enemy's head from behind, and would the next moment +have descended, but that Eustace sprang up, dashed it aside, cried +"Shame!" and grasping the arm of the threatened Knight, exclaimed, +"Yield, yield! it is your only hope!" +</P> + +<P> +"Yield? and to thee?" said the Knight; "yet it is well meant. The +sword of Arthur himself would be of no avail. Tiphaine was right! It +is the fated day. Thou art of gentle birth? I yield me then, rescue +or no rescue, the rather that I see thou art a gallant youth. Hark you, +fellows, I am a prisoner, so get off with you. Your name, bold youth?" +</P> + +<P> +"Eustace Lynwood, brother to this Knight," said Eustace, raising his +visor, and panting for breath. +</P> + +<P> +"You need but a few years to nerve your arm. But rest a while, you are +almost spent," said the prisoner, in a kind tone of patronage, as he +looked at the youthful face of his captor, which in a second had varied +from deep crimson to deadly paleness. +</P> + +<P> +"My brother! my brother!" was all Eustace's answer, as he threw himself +on the grass beside Gaston, who, though bleeding fast, had raised his +master's head, and freed him from his helmet; but his eyes were still +closed, and the wound ghastly, for such had been the force of the blow, +that the shoulder was well-nigh severed from the collarbone. +"Reginald! O brother, look up!" cried Eustace. "O Gaston, does he +live?" +</P> + +<P> +"I have crossed swords with him before," said the prisoner. "I grieve +for the mishap." Then, as the soldiers crowded round, he waved them +off with a gesture of command, which they instinctively obeyed. "Back, +clowns, give him air. And here—one of you—bring some water from the +river. There, he shows signs of life." +</P> + +<P> +As he spoke, the clattering of horses' feet was heard—all made way, +and there rode along the bank of the river a band of Spaniards, headed +by Pedro himself, his sword, from hilt to point, streaming with blood, +and his countenance ferocious as that of a tiger. "Where is he?" was +his cry; "where is the traitor Enrique? I will send him to join the +rest of the brood. Where has he hidden himself?" +</P> + +<P> +The prisoner, who had been assisting to life the wounded man out of the +path of the trampling horses, turned round, and replied, with marked +emphasis, "King Henry of Castile is, thanks to our Lady, safe on the +other side of the Zadorra, to recover his throne another day." +</P> + +<P> +"Du Guesclin himself! Ah, dog!" cried Pedro, his eyes glaring with the +malignity of a demon, and raising his bloody weapon to hew down +Bertrand du Guesclin, for no other was the prisoner, who stood with +folded arms, his dark eyes fixed in calm scorn on the King's face, and +his sword and axe lying at his feet. +</P> + +<P> +Eustace was instantly at his side, calling out, "My Lord King, he is my +prisoner!" +</P> + +<P> +"Thine!" said Pedro, with an incredulous look. "Leave him to my +vengeance, and thou shalt have gold—half my treasury—all thy utmost +wishes can reach—" +</P> + +<P> +"I give him up to none but my Lord the Prince of Wales," returned the +young Squire, undauntedly. +</P> + +<P> +"Fool and caitiff! out of my path! or learn what it is to oppose the +wrath of Kings!" cried Pedro. +</P> + +<P> +Eustace grasped his sword. "Sir King, you must win your way to him +through my body." +</P> + +<P> +At this moment one of the attendants whispered, "<I>El Principe, Senor +Rey</I>," and, in a few seconds more, the Black Prince, with a few +followers, rode towards the spot. +</P> + +<P> +Hastily dismounting, Pedro threw himself on his knees to thank him for +the victory; but Edward, leaping from his horse, raised him, saying, +"It is not to me, but to the Giver of victories, that you should return +thanks;" and Eustace almost shuddered to see him embrace the +blood-thirsty monster, who, still intent on his prey, began the next +moment, "Here, Senor Prince, is the chief enemy—here is the disturber +of kingdoms—Du Guesclin himself—and there stands a traitorous boy of +your country, who resolutely refuses to yield him to my just vengeance." +</P> + +<P> +As Pedro spoke, the Prince exchanged with Sir Bertrand the courteous +salutation of honourable enemies, and then said, in a quiet, grave +tone, "It is not our English custom to take vengeance on prisoners of +war." +</P> + +<P> +"My Lord," said Eustace, stepping forward, as the Prince looked towards +him, "I deliver the prisoner into your princely hands." +</P> + +<P> +"You have our best thanks, Sir Squire," said the Prince. "You are the +young Lynwood, if I remember right. Where is your brother?" +</P> + +<P> +"Alas! my Lord, here he lies, sorely hurt," said Eustace, only anxious +to be rid of prisoner and Prince, and to return to Reginald, who by +this time had, by the care of Gaston, been recalled to consciousness. +</P> + +<P> +"Is it so? I grieve to hear it!" said Edward, with a face of deep +concern, advancing to the wounded Knight, bending over him, and taking +his hand, "How fares it with you, my brave Reginald?" +</P> + +<P> +"Poorly enough, my Lord," said the Knight, faintly; "I would I could +have taken King Henry—" +</P> + +<P> +"Lament not for that," said the Prince, "but receive my thanks for the +prize of scarcely less worth, which I owe to your arms." +</P> + +<P> +"What mean you, my Lord? Not Sir Bertrand du Guesclin; I got nothing +from him but my death-blow." +</P> + +<P> +"How is this then?" said Edward; "it was from your young brother that I +received him." +</P> + +<P> +"Speak, Eustace!" said Sir Reginald, eagerly, and half raising himself; +"Sir Bertrand your prisoner? Fairly and honourably? Is it possible?" +</P> + +<P> +"Fairly and honourably, to that I testify," said Du Guesclin. "He +knelt before you, and defended your pennon longer than I ever thought +to see one of his years resist that curtal-axe of mine. The <I>routier</I> +villains burst on us, and were closing upon me, when he turned back the +weapon that was over my head, and summoned me to yield, which I did the +more willingly that so gallant a youth should have such honour as may +be acquired by my capture." +</P> + +<P> +"He has it, noble Bertrand," said Edward. "Kneel down, young Squire. +Thy name is Eustace? In the name of God, St. Michael, and St. George, +I dub thee Knight. Be faithful, brave and fortunate, as on this day. +Arise, Sir Eustace Lynwood." +</P> + +<P> +"Thanks, thanks, my gracious Prince," said Reginald, a light glancing +in his fading eyes. "I should die content to see my brother's spurs so +well earned." +</P> + +<P> +"Die! Say not so, my faithful Reginald. Speed, Denis, and send hither +our own leech! I trust you will live to see your son win his spurs as +gallantly!" +</P> + +<P> +"No, my good Lord, I am past the power of leech or surgeon; I feel that +this is my death-wound. I am glad it was in your cause. All I desire +is your protection for my wife—my boy—my brother—" +</P> + +<P> +"Your brother has earned it already," said Edward. "Your child shall +be as my own. But, oh! can nought be done? Hasten the surgeon hither! +Cheer thee, Reginald!—look up! O! would that Du Guesclin were free, +the battle unfought, so that thou wert but safe, mine own dear +brother-in-arms!" +</P> + +<P> +"Where is the Prince?" called a voice from behind. "My Lord, my Lord, +if you come not speedily, there will be foul slaughter made among the +prisoners by your Spanish butcher—King I would say." +</P> + +<P> +"I come, I come, Chandos," answered Edward. "Fare thee well, my brave +Reginald; and you, my new-made Knight, send tidings to my tent how it +is with him." +</P> + +<P> +He pressed Reginald's hand, and sighing deeply, mounted his horse, and +rode off with Sir John Chandos, leaving the wounded Knight to the care +of his own followers. +</P> + +<P> +The stream of blood was flowing fast, life was ebbing away, and Sir +Reginald's breath was failing, as Eustace, relieving Gaston from his +weight, laid his head on his breast, and laved his brow with water from +the river. "You have done gallantly, my brave brother; I did wrong to +doubt your spirit. Thanks be to God that I can die in peace, sure that +Arthur has in you a true and loving guardian. You are young, Eustace, +but my trust in you is firm. You will train him in all Christian and +godly ways—" +</P> + +<P> +"It shall be the most sacred charge of my life," said Eustace, scarcely +able to speak. +</P> + +<P> +"I know it," said Reginald, and making an effort to raise his voice, he +continued, "Bear witness, all of you, that I leave my son in the +wardship of the King, and of my brother, Sir Eustace Lynwood. And," +added he, earnestly, "beware of Fulk Clarenham. Commend me to my sweet +Eleanor; tell her she is the last, as the first in my thoughts." Then, +after a pause, "Is Gaston here?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, Sir Reginald," said Gaston, leaning over him, and pressing the +hand which he feebly raised. +</P> + +<P> +"Gaston, farewell, and thanks to you for your true and loving service. +Eustace will find wherewith to recompense you in some sort, in my chest +at Bordeaux, and my brave Lances likewise. And, Gaston, go not back to +the courses and comrades whence I took you. On the word of a dying man, +it will be better for you when you are in this case. Leonard, strive +to be a true and brave man, though I may not fulfil your father's +trust. Eustace—my eyes grow dim—is this you supporting my head—are +these your tears? Weep not for me, brother. Save for my poor Eleanor, +I would not have it otherwise. Mercy is sure! Hold up the blessed +rood—the sign of grace—you are half a clerk, repeat me some holy +psalm or prayer." +</P> + +<P> +Eustace raised the cross hilt of his sword, and with a broken voice, +commenced the <I>Miserere</I>. Sir Reginald at first followed it with his +lips, but soon they ceased to move, his head sank back, his hand fell +powerless, and with one long gasping breath his faithful and noble +spirit departed. For several moments Eustace silently continued to +hold the lifeless form in his arms, then raising the face, he imprinted +an earnest kiss on the pale lips, laid the head reverently on the +ground, hung over it for a short space, and at last, with an effort, +passed his hand over his face, and turned away. +</P> + +<P> +His first look was towards d'Aubricour, who sat resting his head on his +hand, his elbow supported on his knee, while with the other hand he +dashed away his tears. His countenance was deathly pale, and drops of +blood were fast falling from the deep gash in his side. "O Gaston!" +exclaimed Eustace, with a feeling of self-reproach at having forgotten +him, "I fear you are badly wounded!" +</P> + +<P> +"You would think little of it, had you seen more stricken fields, young +Knight," said Gaston, attempting to smile; "I am only spent with loss +of blood. Bring me a draught of water, and I can ride back to the +tent. But look to your prisoner, Sir Eustace." +</P> + +<P> +Eustace turned to see what had become of his illustrious captive, and +saw him at a little distance, speaking to a Knight on horseback. "Sir +Eustace," said Bertrand, stepping towards him, "here is Sir William +Beauchamp, sent by the Prince to inquire for your gallant brother, and +to summon me to his tent. I leave you the more willingly that I think +you have no mind for guests this evening. Farewell. I hope to be +better acquainted." +</P> + +<P> +Eustace had little heart to answer, but he took up Du Guesclin's sword, +as if to return it to him. "Keep it, Sir Knight," said Bertrand, "you +know how to wield it. I am in some sort your godfather in chivalry, +and I owe you a gift. Let me have yours, that my side may not be +without its wonted companion. Farewell." +</P> + +<P> +"And, Sir Eustace Lynwood," said Sir William Beauchamp, riding up, "you +will advance to Navaretta, where we take up our quarters in the French +camp. I grieve for the loss which has befallen us this day; but I +trust our chivalry has gained an equally worthy member." +</P> + +<P> +Eustace bowed and, whilst Messire Bertrand mounted a horse that had +been brought for his use, turned back to his own melancholy duties. The +body of Sir Reginald was raised from the ground, and placed on the +levelled lances of four of his men, and Eustace then assisted Gaston to +rise. He tottered, leant heavily against the young Knight, and was +obliged to submit to be lifted to the saddle; but neither pain, grief, +nor faintness could check his flow of talk. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, Eustace,—Sir Eustace, I would say,—you have seen somewhat of +the chances of war." +</P> + +<P> +"The mischances you mean, Gaston." +</P> + +<P> +"I tell you, many a man in this host would have given his whole kindred +for such luck as has befallen you. To cross swords with Du Guesclin is +honour enough. This cut will be a matter of boasting to my dying day; +but, to take him prisoner—" +</P> + +<P> +"Nay, that was no merit of mine. Had not the rest come up, my wars had +soon been over, and I had been spared this grief." +</P> + +<P> +"I know what most youths would have done in your place, and been +esteemed never the worse. Dropped the pennon at that first round blow +that brought you to your knee, and called for quarter. Poor pennon, I +deemed it gone, and would have come to your aid, but before I could +recover my feet, the fight was over, and I am glad the glory is wholly +yours. Knighted under a banner in a stricken field! It is a chance +which befalls not one man in five hundred, and you in your first +battle! But he heeds me not. He thinks only of his brother! Look up, +Sir Eustace, 'tis but the chance of war. Better die under sword and +shield, than like a bed-ridden old woman; better die honoured and +lamented, than worn out and forgotten. Still he has not a word! Yea, +and I could weep too for company, for never lived better Knight, nor +one whom Squire had better cause to love!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap05"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER V +</H3> + +<P> +A battle in the days of chivalry was far less destructive than those of +modern times. The loss in both armies at Navaretta did not amount to +six hundred; and on Pedro's side but four Knights had fallen, of whom +Sir Reginald Lynwood was the only Englishman. +</P> + +<P> +On the following day all the four were buried in solemn state, at the +church of the village of Navaretta, Sir Eustace following his brother's +bier, at the head of all the men-at-arms. +</P> + +<P> +On returning to his tent, Eustace found Gaston sitting on his couch, +directing Guy, and old Poitevin, who had the blue crossletted pennon +spread on the ground before him. Eustace expressed his wonder. "What," +exclaimed Gaston, "would I see my Knight Banneret, the youngest Knight +in the army, with paltry pennon! A banneret are you, dubbed in the +open field, entitled to take precedence of all Knight Bachelors. Here, +Leonard, bring that pennon to me, that I may see if it can be cut +square." +</P> + +<P> +"Poor Eleanor's pennon!" said Eustace, sadly. +</P> + +<P> +"Nay, what greater honour can it have than in becoming a banner? I +only grieve that this bloodstain, the noblest mark a banner can bear, +is upon the swallow-tail. But what do I see? You, a belted Knight, in +your plain Esquire's helmet, and the blood-stained surcoat! Ay, and +not even the gilded spurs!" he exclaimed indignantly. "Would that I +had seen you depart! But it was Leonard's fault. Why, man, knew you +not your duty?" +</P> + +<P> +"I am no Squire of Eustace Lynwood," said Ashton. +</P> + +<P> +"Every Squire is bound to serve the Knight in whose company he finds +himself," said d'Aubricour. "Know you not thus much of the laws of +chivalry? Come, bestir yourself, that he may be better provided in +future. You must present yourself to the Prince to-morrow, Sir +Eustace." +</P> + +<P> +"One of his Squires bade me to his presence," said the young Knight, +"but I must now write these heavy tidings to my poor sister, and I am +going to Father Waleran's tent to seek parchment and ink." +</P> + +<P> +"And how send you the letter?" +</P> + +<P> +"By the bearer of the Prince's letters to the King. Sir Richard +Ferrars knows him, and will give them into his charge. So farewell, +Gaston, keep quiet, and weary not yourself with my equipment." +</P> + +<P> +With these words he left the tent, and Gaston, shaking his head, and +throwing himself back on his deer-skins, exclaimed, "Tender and true, +brave and loving! I know not what to make of Eustace Lynwood. His +spirit is high as a Paladin's of old, of that I never doubted, yet is +his hand as deft at writing as a clerk's, and his heart as soft as a +woman's. How he sighed and wept the livelong night, when he thought +none could hear him! Well, Sir Reginald was a noble Knight, and is +worthily mourned, but where is the youth who would not have been more +uplifted at his own honours, than downcast at his loss; and what +new-made Knight ever neglected his accoutrements to write sad tidings +to his sister-in-law? But," he continued, rising again, "Guy, bring me +here the gilded spurs you will find yonder. The best were, I know, +buried with Sir Reginald, and methought there was something amiss with +one rowel of the other. So it is. Speed to Maitre Ferry, the +armourer, and bid him come promptly." +</P> + +<P> +"And lie you still on your couch meanwhile, Master d'Aubricour," said +Guy, "or there will soon be another Squire missing among the Lances of +Lynwood." +</P> + +<P> +"I marvel at you, d'Aubricour," said Leonard, looking up from a pasty, +which he was devouring with double relish, to make up for past +privations, "I marvel that you should thus weary yourself, with your +fresh wound, and all for nought." +</P> + +<P> +"Call you our brave young banneret nought? Shame on thee! All England +should be proud of him, much more his friend and companion." +</P> + +<P> +"I wish Eustace Lynwood well with all my heart," said Leonard, "but I +see not why he is to be honoured above all others. Yourself, Gaston, +so much older, so perfect in all exercises, you who fought with this +Frenchman too, of whom they make so much, the Prince might as well have +knighted you, as Eustace, who would have been down in another moment +had not I made in to the rescue. Methinks if I had been the Prince, I +would have inquired upon whom knighthood would sit the best." +</P> + +<P> +"And the choice would have been the same," said Gaston. "Not only was +Sir Eustace the captor of Messire Bertrand, whereas my luck was quite +otherwise; but what would knighthood have availed the wandering +landless foreigner, as you courteously term me, save to fit me for the +leadership of a band of <I>routiers</I>, and unfit me for the office of an +Esquire, which I do, as you say, understand indifferently well." +</P> + +<P> +"Is it not the same with him?" cried Leonard. "He does not own a +palm's breadth of land, and for gold, all he will ever possess is on +those broken spurs of his brother's." +</P> + +<P> +"Listen to me, Leonard," said Gaston. "Rich or poor, Sir Eustace is +the only fit leader of the Lances till the little boy is of age, but +this he could not be without knightly rank. Even in this campaign, +when I might have taken the command, I being disabled for the present, +it must have devolved on him, who might not have been so readily +obeyed." +</P> + +<P> +"No, indeed," said Leonard. "Strange that the touch of the Prince's +sword should make so great a difference between him and me." +</P> + +<P> +"If it was the touch of the Prince's sword that did so," said Gaston. +</P> + +<P> +"What else?" sharply retorted Leonard. "Not height nor strength! His +hand and arm might belong to a girl, I could crush it in my grasp." So +saying, he extended a huge, hard, red palm. +</P> + +<P> +"Ay?" said Gaston; "I should like to see whether that great paw would +have won Du Guesclin's sword." +</P> + +<P> +"I tell you flatly," proceeded Ashton, "I might follow Sir Reginald, +since he was a man of substance, honoured in our country, and my father +meant to oblige and do him grace by placing me with him." +</P> + +<P> +"Grace!" repeated Gaston. +</P> + +<P> +"But," continued Ashton, angrily, "as to serving Eustace, the clerk, no +older than myself, half a head shorter, and a mere landless upstart, +that my father's son shall never do!" +</P> + +<P> +"Say you so?" said Gaston. "I recommend you not to do so quite so +loud, or perchance the landless upstart might hand your father's son +over to the Provost Marshal, for preaching disaffection to his men. +And, in good time, here comes the Master Armourer." +</P> + +<P> +The rest of the day was spent by Gaston in the arrangement of the +equipments, so important in his estimation, and scarcely another word +was spoken save on the choice of helm and shield, and the adaptation of +crests and blazonry. The next point for consideration was the disposal +of the prisoners taken by the Lances of Lynwood in the early part of +the battle. Two were Squires, the other four, rough-looking +men-at-arms who protested that they could not pay one denier towards +their ransom. Eustace liberated them, and was greatly inclined to do +the same by the Squires; but Gaston assured him it would be doing wrong +to the Prince's cause to set the rogues free without taking some good +French crowns from them, and therefore, permitting him to name what +ransom he thought fit, he returned to them their horses, and dismissed +them to collect the sum. +</P> + +<P> +Early the next morning, Gaston had the satisfaction of beholding his +young banneret arrayed in knightly guise, the golden spurs on his +heels, Du Guesclin's sword by his side, and his white mantle flung over +his shoulder. Leonard was summoned to accompany him, but he growled +out something so like an absolute refusal and utter disclaimer of all +duty to Sir Eustace, that Gaston began to reproach him vehemently. +</P> + +<P> +"Never mind, Gaston," said Eustace, "you never mend matters with him in +that way, I shall do very well alone." +</P> + +<P> +"So you shall never go," said Gaston, rising; "I will go myself, I have +been longing to see you received by the Prince. Where is my sword?" +</P> + +<P> +"Nay, Gaston," said Eustace, "that must not be. See how the hot +sunbeams lie across that hill between us and the Prince's tent. You +must not waste your strength if it is true that we are to journey to +Burgos to-day." +</P> + +<P> +"It shows how new your chivalry is, that you make so much of a mere +scratch," said Gaston, hastily commencing his preparations; "Guy, go +you and saddle Brigliador." +</P> + +<P> +"No, do not touch Brigliador," said Eustace. "You deny it in vain, +Gaston; your face betrays that you do not move without pain. I learnt +some leech-craft among my clerkly accomplishments, and you had better +take care that you do not have the benefit. Leonard, since it is the +only way to quiet him, I order you to mount." +</P> + +<P> +Leonard hung his head, and obeyed. They rode towards the village of +Najara, where Eustace found the Prince entering the church, to hear +morning mass. Giving his horse to John Ingram, he followed among the +other Knights who thronged the little building. +</P> + +<P> +The service at an end, he received more than one kind greeting from his +brother's friends, and one of them, Sir Richard Ferrars, a fine old +man, whose iron-gray locks contrasted with his ruddy complexion, led +him forward to present him to the Prince of Wales. +</P> + +<P> +"Welcome! our new-made Knight," said Edward. "Brave comrades, I +present to you the youngest brother of our order, trusting you will not +envy him for having borne off the fairest rose of our chaplet of +Navaretta." +</P> + +<P> +Bertrand du Guesclin, who stood among the throng of nobles around the +Prince, was the first to come forward and shake Eustace by the hand, +saying with a laugh, "Nay, my Lord, this is the first time the ugliest +Knight in France has been called by such a name. However, young Sir, +may you win and wear many another." +</P> + +<P> +"That scarcely may be a sincere wish, Messire Bertrand," said the Duke +of Lancaster, "unless you mean roses of love instead of roses of war. +And truly, with his face, and the fame he owes to you, methinks he will +not find our damsels at Bordeaux very hard of heart. See, he blushes, +as if we had guessed his very thought." +</P> + +<P> +"Truly, my Lord John," said old Sir John Chandos sternly, "a man may +well blush to hear a son of King Edward talk as if such trifling were +the reward of knighthood. His face and his fame forsooth! as if he +were not already in sufficient danger of being cockered up, like some +other striplings on whom it has pleased his Highness to confer +knighthood for as mere a chance as this." +</P> + +<P> +"You have coloured his cheek in good earnest," said the Captal de Buch. +"Consider, Chandos, this is no time to damp his spirit." +</P> + +<P> +"It were a spirit scarce worth fostering, if it is to be damped by a +little breath of the lips one way or the other," said Sir John, moving +off, and adding, when out of Eustace's hearing, "A likely lad enough +had he been under his brother's training, but they will spoil him, and +I will have no hand in it." +</P> + +<P> +Eustace had been accustomed to hold the warrior in such veneration, +that he felt considerably hurt and mortified at the want of welcome +which contrasted with the kindness of the rest; and he could hardly +recover his self-possession sufficiently to inquire the pleasure of the +Prince with regard to his brother's troop. +</P> + +<P> +"Take command yourself," said Edward. "You surely have some Esquire or +man-at-arms who can supply your own want of experience." +</P> + +<P> +"My brother's Squire, Gaston d'Aubricour, is well learned in chivalry, +my Lord," said Eustace, "and I will do my best, with his aid, to fulfil +my trust." +</P> + +<P> +"It is well," said Edward. "The Lances of Lynwood are too well trained +easily to forget their duty, and I fear not but that you will do well. +How old is your brother's young heir?" +</P> + +<P> +"Eight years, my Lord." +</P> + +<P> +"We will soon have him at Bordeaux," said Edward, "that he may grow up +with my boys in the same friendship as their fathers. And now," added +he, turning from Eustace to the assembled nobles around him, "let us +part, and prepare for our further journey. In an hour's time the +bugles shall summon you to depart for Burgos." +</P> + +<P> +The Prince walked away towards his tent with the Captal de Buch, and +Eustace looked round for his horse, which he saw at no great distance +with Ingram, but Leonard Ashton was nowhere in sight. Eustace mounted, +and rode towards his own tent, desiring the yeoman to seek Ashton out, +while he himself proceeded slowly, musing, with feelings of +considerable disappointment and vexation, on the reception he had met +from Sir John Chandos, the man in the whole camp whose good opinion he +would have most valued. "This is folly," thought he, however, rousing +himself after a minute or two of such meditations. "What said the good +old Baron but what I know full well myself, that I am far from meriting +my new honours? On whom does it depend, but myself to win his praise? +And by our Lady's grace, I will make him confess at last, that, young +as I am, I can show that I deserve my spurs. What, ho! Ingram, where +is Master Ashton?" +</P> + +<P> +"Where you will little like to hear of him, Sir Knight," said the +yeoman, galloping up on his tall Flemish horse. "At the wine-shop, +yonder, in the village, with that ill-favoured, one-eyed Squire that +you wot of. I called him as you desired, and all that I got for an +answer was, that he would come at his own time, and not at your +bidding." +</P> + +<P> +"Said he so? the ungracious, headstrong fellow!" said Eustace, looking +back wistfully. "And what to do! To ride back myself might be the +means of getting the whole troop late in starting, and disorderly—yet, +to leave him!" Eustace looked at John Ingram's comely and stolid face, +and then almost smiled at himself for seeking counsel from him. "Ride +you on, John," said he; "tell Master d'Aubricour of the order to +depart—let all be in readiness by the time I return." +</P> + +<P> +Then turning his horse quickly, Eustace rode back to the village. All +was haste and confusion there—horses were being led forth and saddled, +pages, grooms, and men-at-arms hurrying to and fro—bugles +sounding—everything in the bustle incident to immediate departure. He +could only make his way through the press slowly, and with difficulty, +which ill suited with his impatience and perplexity. In front of the +venta, a low white cottage, with a wooden balcony overspread with +vines, there was a still closer press, and loud vehement voices, as of +disputants, were heard, while the various men-at-arms crowded in so +closely to see the fray, if such it were, as to be almost regardless of +the horse, which Eustace was pressing forward upon them. He looked +over their heads to see Leonard, but in vain. He thought of retreat, +but found himself completely entangled in the throng. At that moment, +a cry was heard, "The Provost Marshal!" The crowd suddenly, he knew +not how, seemed to melt away from around him, in different directions, +and he found himself left, on horseback, in the midst of the little +village green, amongst scattered groups of disreputable-looking yeomen, +archers, and grooms, who were making what speed they could to depart, +as from the other side the Provost, the archers of the guard, and Sir +John Chandos entered upon the scene. +</P> + +<P> +"Ha! What is all this? Whom have we here?" exclaimed the old Baron. +"Sir Eustace Lynwood! By my life, a fair commencement for your dainty +young knighthood!" +</P> + +<P> +"On my word, my Lord Chandos," said Eustace, colouring deeply, "I am no +loiterer here; I came but to seek my Squire, Leonard Ashton, and found +myself entangled in the crowd." +</P> + +<P> +"Ay, ay! I understand," said Chandos, without listening to him; "I see +how it will be. Off to your troop instantly, Master Knight. I suppose +they are all seeking Squires in the wine-shops!" +</P> + +<P> +"You do me wrong, my Lord," said Eustace; "but you shall be obeyed." +</P> + +<P> +The bugles had already sounded before he reached his own quarters, +where he found that, thanks to Gaston, all was right. The tent had +been taken down and packed on the baggage mules, the men were mounted, +and drawn up in full array, with his banner floating above their heads; +and Gaston himself was only waiting his appearance to mount a stout +mule, which Martin, the horse-boy, was leading up and down. +</P> + +<P> +"This is well. Thanks, good Gaston," said Eustace, with a sigh of +relief, as he took off his heavy helmet, which had become much heated +during his hasty ride in the hot sun. +</P> + +<P> +"No news of the truant?" asked Gaston. "Who but you would have thought +of going after him? Well did I know you would never prosper without me +at your elbow." +</P> + +<P> +Eustace smiled, but he was too much heated and vexed to give a very +cheerful assent. He had only time to load Ferragus with his armour, +and mount a small pony, before the signal for the march was given, and +all set forth. Early in the year as it was, the sun already possessed +great force, and the dry rocky soil of Castile reflected his beams, so +that, long before noon, it seemed to Eustace almost as if their march +lay through an oven. Nor were his perplexities by any means at an end; +the thirst, occasioned by the heat, was excessive, and at every venta, +in the villages through which they passed, the men called loudly for +liquor; but the hot, fiery Spanish wine was, as Eustace had already +been cautioned by Father Waleran, only fit to increase the evil, by +inflaming their blood. It was the Holy Week, which was to him a +sufficient reason for refraining entirely, contenting himself with a +drink of water, when it could be procured, which, however, was but +rarely. He would willingly have persuaded his men to do the same, but +remonstrance was almost without effect, and his dry lips refused to +utter a prohibition, which would have been esteemed at once cruel and +unreasonable. In his persuasions to Gaston he was, however, more in +earnest, representing to him that he was increasing the fever of his +wound; but the Squire was perfectly impracticable. At first, he +answered in his usual gay, careless manner, that the scratch was +nothing, and that, be what it might, he had as soon die of a wound as +of thirst; but as the day wore on, it seemed as if the whole nature of +the man were becoming changed. Sometimes he was boisterously loud in +his merriment, sometimes sullen and silent; and when Eustace, +unwearied, reiterated his arguments, he replied to him, not only with +complete want of the deference he was usually so scrupulous in paying +to his dignity, but with rude and scurril taunts and jests on his +youth, his clerkly education, and his inexperience. Eustace's patience +would scarcely have held out, but that he perceived that d'Aubricour +was by no means master of himself, and he saw in his flushed brow, and +blood-shot eye, reason to fear for the future effect of the present +excess. There was suppressed laughter among the men at some of his +sallies. Without being positively in disorder, the troop did not +display the well-arrayed aspect which had always hitherto distinguished +the Lances of Lynwood; and poor Eustace, wearied and worn out, his +right-hand man failing him, dispirited by Chandos's reproach, and +feeling all the cares of the world on his shoulders, had serious +thoughts of going to the Prince, and resigning the command for which he +was unfit. +</P> + +<P> +At last he beheld the Cathedral of Burgos rising in the midst of the +Moorish fortifications of the town, and, halting his men under the +shade of a few trees, he rode on in search of the marshals of the camp, +and as soon as the open space for his tents had been assigned, he +returned to see them raised. Gaston, who had of late become more +silent, was lifted from his mule, and assisted into the tent, where he +was laid on his couch, and soon after, Eustace was relieved from his +anxiety on Leonard Ashton's account, by his appearance. He came +stumbling in without one word of apology, only declaring himself as +weary as a dog, and, throwing himself down on a deer-skin on his own +side of the tent, was fast asleep in another minute. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap06"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER VI +</H3> + +<P> +Leonard Ashton was awakened the next morning by the light of the rising +sun streaming in where the curtain of the tent had been raised to admit +the fresh dewy morning air. The sunbeams fell on the hair and face of +Eustace as he leant over Gaston, who lay stretched on the couch, and +faintly spoke: "I tell you it is more. Such fever as this would not be +caused by this trifling cut. There is sickness abroad in the camp, and +why should it not be my turn as well as another man's. Take care of +yourself, Sir Eustace." +</P> + +<P> +No sooner did Leonard understand the sense of these words, than he +sprang up, rushed out of the tent, and never rested till he thought +himself at a safe distance, when he shouted to Eustace to come to him. +</P> + +<P> +"Has he got this fever on him?" exclaimed he, as Eustace approached. +</P> + +<P> +"He is very ill at ease," replied Eustace, "but to my mind it is caused +by yesterday's fatigue and heat, added to the wine which he would +drink." +</P> + +<P> +"It is the fever, I say," replied Ashton; "I am sure it is. Come away, +Eustace, or we shall all be infected." +</P> + +<P> +"I cannot leave him," said Eustace. +</P> + +<P> +"What? You do not mean to peril yourself by going near him?" said +Ashton. +</P> + +<P> +"I think not that there is peril in so doing," answered Eustace; "and +even if there were, I could not leave him in sickness, after all his +kindness to me and patience with my inexperience." +</P> + +<P> +"He is no brother nor cousin to us," said Leonard. "I see not why we +should endanger our lives for a stranger. I will not, for my own part; +and, as your old friend and comrade, I would entreat you not." +</P> + +<P> +These were kinder words than Eustace had heard from Ashton since the +beginning of his jealousy, and he answered, as he thought they were +meant, in a friendly tone, "Thanks, Leonard, but I cannot look on +Gaston d'Aubricour as a stranger; and had I fewer causes for attachment +to him, I could not leave my post." +</P> + +<P> +"Only you do not expect me to do the same," said Leonard; "my father +sent me here to gain honour and wealth, not to be poisoned with the +breath of a man in a fever." +</P> + +<P> +"Assuredly not," said Eustace. "I will arrange matters so that you +shall no longer sleep in our tent. But let me ask of you, Leonard, +what was the meaning of your conduct of yesterday?" +</P> + +<P> +"You may ask yourself," said Leonard, sullenly; "it is plain enough, +methinks." +</P> + +<P> +"Have a care, Leonard. Remember that my brother's authority is given +to me." +</P> + +<P> +"Much good may it do you," said Leonard; "but that is nothing to me. I +am no vassal of yours, to come at your call. I have my own friends, +and am not going to stay in this infected part of the camp with men who +keep a fever among them. Give me but my sword and mantle from the +tent, and I will trouble you no more." +</P> + +<P> +"Wait, Leonard, I will take all measures for your safety; but remember +that I am answerable to the Prince for my brother's followers." +</P> + +<P> +"Answer for your own serfs," retorted Leonard, who had nearly succeeded +in working himself into a passion. "My father might be willing to +grace Sir Reginald by letting me follow him, but by his death I am my +own man, and not to move at your beck and call, because the Prince laid +his sword on your shoulder. Knave Jasper," he called to one of the +men-at-arms, "bring my sword and cloak from the tent; I enter it no +more." +</P> + +<P> +"I know not how far you may be bound to me," said Eustace, "and must +inquire from some elder Knight, but I fear that your breaking from me +may be attended with evil effects to your name and fame." +</P> + +<P> +Leonard had put on his dogged expression, and would not listen. He had +already set his mind on joining <I>le Borgne Basque</I>, and leaving the +service which his own envious service rendered galling; and the panic +excited in his mind by Gaston's illness determined him to depart +without loss of time, or listening to the representations which he +could not answer. He turned his back on Eustace, and busied himself +with the fastenings of his sword, which had by this time been brought +to him. Even yet Eustace was not rebuffed. "One more hint, Leonard. +From what I am told, there is more peril to thy health in revelry than +in the neighbourhood of poor Gaston. If you will quit one who wishes +you well, take heed to your ways." +</P> + +<P> +Still the discourteous Squire made no reply, and walked off in all the +dignity of ill-humour. The young Knight, who really had a warm feeling +of affection for him, stood looking after him with a sigh, and then +returned to his patient, whom he found in an uneasy sleep. After a few +moments' consideration, he summoned old Guy to take the part of nurse, +and walked to the tent of Sir Richard Ferrars, to ask his counsel. +</P> + +<P> +The old Knight, who was standing at the door of his tent, examining +into some hurt which his steed had received the day before, kindly and +cordially greeted Eustace on his approach. "I am glad you are not +above taking advice," he said, "as many a youth might be after such +fresh honours." +</P> + +<P> +"I feel but too glad to find some one who will bestow advice on me," +said Eustace; and he proceeded to explain his difficulties with regard +to Leonard Ashton. +</P> + +<P> +"Let him go! and a good riddance," said Sir Richard; "half your cares +go with him." +</P> + +<P> +"Yet I am unwilling not to attempt to hinder my old comrade from +running to ruin." +</P> + +<P> +"You have quite enough on your own hands already," said the old Knight; +"he would do far more harm in your troop than out of it, and try your +patience every hour." +</P> + +<P> +"He is my old playfellow," said Eustace, still dissatisfied. +</P> + +<P> +"More shame for him," said Sir Richard; "waste not another thought on +so cross-grained a slip, who, as I have already feared, might prove a +stumbling-block to you, so young in command as you are. Let him get +sick of his chosen associates, and no better hap can befall him. And +for yourself, what shall you do with this sick Squire?" +</P> + +<P> +"What can I do, save to give the best attendance I may?" +</P> + +<P> +"Nay, I am not the man to gainsay it. 'Tis no more than you ought. And +yet—" He surveyed the young Knight's slender form and slightly +moulded limbs, his cheeks pale with watching and the oppressive heat of +the night, and the heavy appearance of the eyelids that shaded his dark +blue thoughtful eyes. "Is your health good, young man?" +</P> + +<P> +"As good as that of other men," said Eustace. +</P> + +<P> +"Men!" said Sir Richard; "boys, you mean! But be a man, since you +will, only take as good care of yourself as consists with duty. I had +rather have you safe than a dozen of these black-visaged Gascons." +</P> + +<P> +Eustace further waited to mention to Sir Richard his untoward encounter +with Sir John Chandos, and to beg him to explain it to the old Baron. +</P> + +<P> +"I will," said Sir Richard; "and don't take old Chandos's uncourtliness +too much to heart, young Eustace. He means you no ill. Do your duty, +and he will own it in time." +</P> + +<P> +Eustace thanked the old Knight, and with spirits somewhat cheered, +returned to his tent, there to devote himself to the service of his +sick Squire. The report that the fever was in his tent made most +persons willing to avoid him, and he met little interruption in his +cares. Of Leonard, all that he heard was from a man-at-arms, who made +his appearance in his tent to demand Master Ashton's arms, horse, and +other property, he having entered the service of Sir William Felton; +and Eustace was too much engaged with his own cares to make further +inquiry after him. +</P> + +<P> +For a day or two Gaston d'Aubricour's fever ran very high, and just +when its violence was beginning to diminish, a fresh access was +occasioned by the journey from Burgos to Valladolid, whither he was +carried in a litter, when the army, by Pedro's desire, marched thither +to await his promised subsidy. The unwholesome climate was of most +pernicious effect to the whole of the English army, and in especial to +the Black Prince, who there laid the foundation of the disorder which +destroyed his health. Week after week passed on, each adding heat to +the summer, and increasing the long roll of sick and dying in the camp, +while Gaston still lay, languid and feeble by day, and fevered by +night; there were other patients among the men-at-arms, requiring +scarcely less care; and the young Knight himself, though, owing to his +temperate habits, he had escaped the prevailing sickness, was looking +thin and careworn with the numerous troubles and anxieties that were +pressing on him. +</P> + +<P> +Still he had actually lost not one of his men, and after the first week +or two, began to have more confidence in himself, and to feel his place +as their commander more than he would have done had Gaston been able to +assist him. At last his trusty Squire began slowly to recover, though +nightly returns of fever still kept him very weak. +</P> + +<P> +"The Pyrenean breezes would make me another man," said he, one evening, +when Eustace had helped him to the front of the tent, where he might +enjoy the coolness which began to succeed the sultry heat of the day. +</P> + +<P> +"I hear," said Eustace, "that we are to return as soon as the Prince +can be moved. He is weary of waiting till this dog of a Spaniard will +perform his contract." +</P> + +<P> +"By my faith," said d'Aubricour, "I believe the butcherly rogue means +to cancel his debts by the death of all his creditors. I would give my +share of the pay, were it twenty times more, for one gust of the +mountain air of my own hills." +</P> + +<P> +"Which way lies your home, Gaston?" asked Eustace. "Near the pass by +which we crossed?" +</P> + +<P> +"No; more to the west. My home, call you it? You would marvel to see +what it is now. A shattered, fire-scathed keep; the wolf's den in +earnest, it may be. It is all that is left of the Castle d'Albricorte." +</P> + +<P> +"How?" exclaimed Eustace. "What brought this desolation?" +</P> + +<P> +"Heard you never my story?" said Gaston. "Mayhap not. You are fresh +in the camp, and it is no recent news, nor do men question much whence +their comrades come. Well, Albricorte was always a noted house for +courage, and my father, Baron Beranger, not a whit behind his +ancestors. He called himself a liegeman of England, because England +was farthest off, and least likely to give him any trouble, and made +war with all his neighbours in his own fashion. Rare was the prey that +the old Black Wolf of the Pyrenees was wont to bring up to his lair, +and right merry were the feastings there. Well I do remember how my +father and brothers used to sound their horns as a token that they did +not come empty-handed, and then, panting up the steep path, would come +a rich merchant, whose ransom filled our purses half a year after, or a +Knight, whose glittering armour made him a double prize, or—" +</P> + +<P> +"What! you were actually—" +</P> + +<P> +"Freebooters, after the fashion of our own Quatre fils Aymon," answered +Gaston, composedly. "Yes, Beranger d'Albricorte was the terror of all +around, and little was the chance that aught would pursue him to his +den. So there I grew up, as well beseemed the cub of such a wolf, +racing through the old halls at my will." +</P> + +<P> +"Your mother?" asked Eustace. +</P> + +<P> +"Ah! poor lady! I remember her not. She died when I was a babe, and +all I know of her was from an old hag, the only woman in the Castle, to +whom the charge of me was left. My mother was a noble Navarrese damsel +whom my father saw at a tourney, seized, and bore away as she was +returning from the festival. Poor lady! our grim Castle must have been +a sad exchange from her green valleys—and the more, that they say she +was soon to have wedded the Lord of Montagudo, the victor of that +tourney. The Montagudos had us in bitter feud ever after, and my +father always looked like a thunderstorm if their name was spoken. +They say she used to wander on the old battlements like a ghost, ever +growing thinner and whiter, and scarce seemed to joy even in her babes, +but would only weep over them. That angered the Black Wolf, and there +were chidings which made matters little better, till at last the poor +lady pined away, and died while I was still an infant." +</P> + +<P> +"A sad tale," said Eustace. +</P> + +<P> +"Ay! I used to weep at it, when the old crone who nursed me would tell +it over as I sat by her side in the evening. See, here is holy relic +that my mother wore round her neck, and my nurse hung round mine. It +has never been parted from me. So I grew up to the years of pagehood, +which came early with me, and forth I went on my first foray with the +rest of them. But as we rode joyously home with our prey before us, a +band of full a hundred and fifty men-at-arms set on us in the forest. +Our brave thirty—down they went on all side. I remember the tumult, +the heavy mace uplifted, and my father's shield thrust over me. I can +well-nigh hear his voice saying, 'Flinch not, Gaston, my brave +wolf-cub!' But then came a fall, man and horse together, and I went +down stunned, and knew no more till a voice over me said, 'That whelp +is stirring—another sword-thrust!' But another replied, 'He bears the +features of Alienor, I cannot slay him.'" +</P> + +<P> +"It was your mother's lover?" +</P> + +<P> +"Montagudo? Even so; and I was about to beg for mercy, but, at my +first movement, the other fellow's sword struck me back senseless once +more, and when I recovered my wits, all was still, and the moonlight +showed me where I was. And a fair scene to waken to! A score of dark +shapes hung on the trees—our trusty men-at-arms—and my own head was +resting on my dead father's breast. Us they had spared from +hanging—our gentle blood did us that service; but my father and my +three brethren all were stone dead. The Count de Bearn had sworn to +put an end to the ravages of the Black Wolf, and, joining with the +Montagudos, had done the work, like traitor villains as they were." +</P> + +<P> +"And yourself, Gaston?" +</P> + +<P> +"I was not so badly wounded but that I could soon rise to my feet—but +where should I go? I turned towards the Castle, but the Bearnese had +been there before me, and I saw flames bursting from every window. I +was weak and wounded, and sank down, bleeding and bewailing, till my +senses left me; and I should have died, but for two Benedictines +journeying for the service of their Convent. The good brethren were in +fear for their bags in going through the Black Wolf's country, but they +had pity on me; they brought me to myself, and when they had heard my +tale, they turned aside to give Christian burial to my father and +brothers. They were holy men, those monks, and, for their sakes, I have +spared the cowl ever since. They tended me nearly as well as you have +done, and brought me to their Convent, where they would fain have made +a monk of me, but the wolf was too strong in me, and, ere a month was +passed, I had been so refractory a pupil, that they were right glad to +open the Convent gates. I walked forth to seek my fortune, without a +denier, with nothing but the sword I had taken from my father's hand, +and borne with me, much against the good men's will. I meant to seek +service with any one who would avenge me on the Count de Bearn. One +night I slept on the hill-side, one day I fasted, the next I fell in +with Sir Perduccas d'Albret's troop. I had seen him in my father's +company. He heard my tale, saw me a strong, spirited lad, and knew a +d'Aubricour would be no discredit to his free lances. So he took me as +his page, and thence—but the tale would be long—I became what you see +me." +</P> + +<P> +"And you have never seen your own Castle again?" +</P> + +<P> +"But once. D'Albret laughed when I called on him to revenge me on the +Count de Bearn, and bade me bide my time till I met him in battle. As +to my heritage, there was no hope for that. Once, when I had just +broken with Sir Nele Loring, and left his troop, and times were hard +with me, I took my horse and rode to Albricorte, but there was nought +but the bare mountain, and the walls black with fire. There was, +indeed, a wretched shepherd and his wife, who trembled and looked +dismayed when they found that one of the Albricortes still lived; but I +could get nothing from them, unless I had taken a sheep before me on +the saddle; so I rode off again to seek some fresh service, and, by +good hap, lit on Sir Reginald just as old Harwood was dead. All I have +from my father is my name, my shield, and an arm that I trust has +disgraced neither." +</P> + +<P> +"No, indeed. Yours is a strange history, Gaston; such as we dream not +of in our peaceful land. Homeless, friendless, I know not how you can +be thus gay spirited?" +</P> + +<P> +"A light heart finds its way through the world the easiest," said +Gaston, smiling. "I have nothing to lose, and no sorrows to waste time +on. But are you not going forth this cool evening, Sir Eustace? you +spoke of seeking fresh tidings of the Prince." +</P> + +<P> +Eustace accordingly walked forth, attended by his yeoman, John Ingram; +but all he could learn was, that Edward had sent a remonstrance to the +King of Castile on the delay of the subsidy. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap07"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER VII +</H3> + +<P> +As Eustace was returning, his attention was caught by repeated groans, +which proceeded from a wretched little hovel almost level with the +earth. "Hark!" said he to Ingram, a tall stout man-at-arms from the +Lynwood estate. "Didst thou not hear a groaning?" +</P> + +<P> +"Some of the Castilians, Sir. To think that the brutes should be +content to live in holes not fit for swine!" +</P> + +<P> +"But methought it was an English tongue. Listen, John!" +</P> + +<P> +And in truth English ejaculations mingled with the moans: "To St. +Joseph of Glastonbury, a shrine of silver! Blessed Lady of Taunton, a +silver candlestick! Oh! St. Dunstan!" +</P> + +<P> +Eustace doubted no longer; and stooping down and entering the hut, he +beheld, as well as the darkness would allow him, Leonard Ashton +himself, stretched on some mouldy rushes, and so much altered, that he +could scarcely have been recognized as the sturdy, ruddy youth who had +quitted the Lances of Lynwood but five weeks before. +</P> + +<P> +"Eustace! Eustace!" he exclaimed, as the face of his late companion +appeared. "Can it be you? Have the saints sent you to my succour?" +</P> + +<P> +"It is I, myself, Leonard," replied Eustace; "and I hope to aid you. +How is it—" +</P> + +<P> +"Let me feel your hand, that I may be sure you are flesh and blood," +cried Ashton, raising himself and grasping Eustace's hand between his +own, which burnt like fire; then, lowering his voice to a whisper of +horror, "She is a witch!" +</P> + +<P> +"Who?" asked Eustace, making the sign of the cross. +</P> + +<P> +Leonard pointed to a kind of partition which crossed the hut, beyond +which Eustace could perceive an old hag-like woman, bending over a +cauldron which was placed on the fire. Having made this effort, he +sank back, hiding his face with his cloak, and trembling in every limb. +A thrill of dismay passed over the Knight, and the giant, John Ingram, +stood shaking like an aspen, pale as death, and crossing himself +perpetually. "Oh, take me from this place, Eustace," repeated Leonard, +"or I am a dead man, both body and soul!" +</P> + +<P> +"But how came you here, Leonard?" +</P> + +<P> +"I fell sick some three days since, and—and, fearing infection, Sir +William Felton bade me be carried from his lodgings; the robbers, his +men-at-arms, stripped me of all I possessed, and brought me to this +dog-hole, to the care of this old hag. Oh, Eustace, I have heard her +mutter prayers backwards; and last night—oh! last night! at the dead +hour, there came in a procession—of that I would take my oath—seven +black cats, each holding a torch with a blue flame, and danced around +me, till one laid his paw upon my breast, and grew and grew, with its +flaming eyes fixed on me, till it was as big as an ox, and the weight +was intolerable, the while her spells were over me, and I could not +open my lips to say so much as an Ave Mary. At last, the cold dew +broke out on my brow, and I should have been dead in another instant, +when I contrived to make the sign of the Cross, whereat they all +whirled wildly round, and I fell—oh! I fell miles and miles downwards, +till at last I found myself, at morning's light, with the hateful old +witch casting water in my face. Oh, Eustace, take me away!" +</P> + +<P> +Such were the times, that Eustace Lynwood, with all his cool sense and +mental cultivation, believed implicitly poor Leonard's delirious +fancy—black cats and all; and the glances he cast at the poor old +Spaniard were scarcely less full of terror and abhorrence, as he +promised Leonard, whom he now regarded only in the light of his old +comrade, that he should, without loss of time, be conveyed to his own +tent. +</P> + +<P> +"But go not—leave me not," implored Leonard, clinging fast to him, +almost like a child to its nurse, with a hand which was now cold as +marble. +</P> + +<P> +"No; I will remain," said Eustace; "and you, Ingram, hasten to bring +four of the men with the litter in which Master d'Aubricour came from +Burgos. Hasten I tell you." +</P> + +<P> +Ingram, with his eyes dilated with horror, appeared but too anxious to +quit this den, yet lingered. "I leave you not here, Sir Knight." +</P> + +<P> +"Thanks, thanks, John," replied the youth; "but remain I must, and +will. As a Christian man, I defy the foul fiend and all his followers!" +</P> + +<P> +John departed. Never was Leonard so inclined to rejoice in his +friend's clerkly education, or in his knighthood, which was then so +much regarded as a holy thing, that the presence of one whose entrance +into the order was so recent was deemed a protection. The old woman, a +kind-hearted creature in the main, though, certainly forbidding-looking +in her poverty and ugliness, was rejoiced to see her patient visited by +a friend. She came towards them, addressing Eustace with what he took +for a spell, though, had he understood Spanish he would have found it a +fine flowing compliment. Leonard shrank closer to him, pressed his +hand faster, and he, again crossing himself, gave utterance to a charm. +Spanish, especially old Castilian, had likeness enough to Latin for the +poor old woman to recognize its purport; she poured out a voluble +vindication, which the two young men believed to be an attempt at +further bewitching them. Eustace, finding his Latin rather the worse +for wear, had recourse to all the strange rhymes, or exorcisms, +English, French, or Latin, with which his memory supplied him. Thanks +to these, the sorceress was kept at bay, and the spirits of his +terrified companion were sustained till the arrival of all the Lances +of Lynwood, headed by Gaston himself, upon his mule, in the utmost +anxiety for his Knight, looking as gaunt and spectral as the phantoms +they dreaded. He blessed the saints when Eustace came forth safe and +sound, and smiled and shook his head with an arch look when Leonard was +carried out; but his never-failing good-nature prevented him from +saying a word which might savour of reproach when he saw to what a +condition the poor youth was reduced. As four stout men-at-arms took +up the litter, the old woman, coming forth to her threshold, uttered +something which his knowledge of the Romanesque tongues of Southern +France enabled him to interpret into a vindication of her character, +and a request for a reward for her care of the sick Englishman. +</P> + +<P> +"Throw her a gold piece, Sir Eustace, or she may cast at you an evil +eye. There, you old hag," he added in the Provencal patois, "take +that, and thank your stars that 'tis not with a fire that your tender +care, as you call it, is requited." +</P> + +<P> +The men-at-arms meditated ducking the witch after their own English +fashion, but it was growing late and dark, and the Knight gave strict +orders that they should keep together in their progress to their own +tents. Here Leonard was deposited on the couch which Gaston insisted +on giving up to him; but his change of residence appeared to be of +little advantage, for the camp was scarce quiet for the night, before +he shrieked out that the black cats were there. Neither Eustace nor +Gaston could see them, but that was only a proof that they were not +under the power of the enchantment, and John Ingram was quite sure that +he had not only seen the sparkle of their fiery eyes, but felt the +scratch of their talons, which struck him to the ground, with his foot +caught in the rope of the tent, while he was walking about with his +eyes shut. +</P> + +<P> +The scratch was actually on his face the next morning, and he set out +at the head of half the Lances of Lynwood to find the poor old woman, +and visit her with condign punishment; but she was not forthcoming, and +they were obliged to content themselves with burning her house, +assisted by a host of idlers. In the meantime, Sir Eustace had called +in the aid of the clergy: the chaplains of the camp came in procession, +sprinkled the patient's bed with holy water, and uttered an exorcism, +but without availing to prevent a third visit from the enemy. After +this, however, Leonard's fever began to abate, and he ceased to be +haunted. +</P> + +<P> +He had been very ill; and, thoroughly alarmed, he thought himself +dying, and bitterly did he repent of the headstrong insubordination and +jealously which had lead him to quit his best and only friend. He had +not, indeed, the refinement of feeling which would have made Eustace's +generosity his greatest reproach; he clung to him as his support, and +received his attentions almost as a right; but still he was sensible +that he had acted like a fool, and that such friendship was not to be +thrown away; and when he began to recover he showed himself subdued, to +a certain degree grateful, and decidedly less sullen and more amenable +to authority. +</P> + +<P> +In the meantime, the Prince of Wales found himself sufficiently +recovered to undertake to return to Aquitaine, and, weary of the +treacherous delays and flagrant crimes of his ally, he resolved to quit +this fatal land of Castile. +</P> + +<P> +There was a general cry of joy throughout the camp when orders were +given that the tents should be struck and the army begin its march in +the early coolness of the next morning; and, without further adventure, +the Black Prince led his weakened and reduced forces over the Pyrenees +back into France. Here they were again dispersed, as the war was at an +end; and the young Sir Eustace Lynwood received high commendation from +the Prince, and even from Chandos himself, for being able to show his +brother's band as complete in numbers and discipline as on the day when +it was given into his charge. +</P> + +<P> +"This," as Chandos said, "was a service which really showed him worthy +of his spurs, if he would but continue the good course." +</P> + +<P> +The peace with France, however, prevented the Prince from being +desirous of keeping up the Lances of Lynwood, and he therefore offered +to take their young leader into his own troop of Knights, who were +maintained at his own table, and formed a part of his state; and so +distinguished was this body, that no higher favour could have been +offered. Edward likewise paid to Sir Eustace a considerable sum as the +purchase of his illustrious captive, and this, together with the +ransoms of the two other prisoners, enabled him to reward the faithful +men-at-arms, some of whom took service with other Knights, and others +returned to England. Leonard Ashton having no pleasant reminiscences +of his first campaign, and having been stripped of all his property by +his chosen associates, was desirous of returning to his father; and +Eustace, after restoring his equipments to something befitting an +Esquire of property, and liberally supplying him with the expenses of +his journey, bade him an affectionate farewell, and saw him depart, not +without satisfaction at no longer feeling himself accountable for his +conduct. +</P> + +<P> +"There he goes," said Gaston, "and I should like to hear the tales he +will amaze the good Somersetshire folk with. I trow he will make them +believe that he took Du Guesclin himself, and that the Prince knighted +you by mistake." +</P> + +<P> +"His tale of the witches will be something monstrous," said Eustace; +"but still, methinks he is much the better for his expedition: far less +crabbed in temper, and less clownish in manners." +</P> + +<P> +"Ay," said Gaston, "if he were never to be under any other guidance +than yours, I think the tough ash-bough might be moulded into something +less unshapely. You have a calmness and a temper such as he cannot +withstand, nor I understand. 'Tis not want of spirit, but it is that +you never seem to take or see what is meant for affront. I should think +it tameness in any other." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, poor fellow, I wish he may prosper," said Eustace. "But now, +Gaston, to our own affairs. Let us see what remains of the gold." +</P> + +<P> +"Ah! your bounty to our friend there has drawn deeply on our purse," +said Gaston. +</P> + +<P> +"It shall not be the worse for you, Gaston, for I had set aside these +thirty golden crowns for you before I broke upon my own store. It is +not such a recompense as Reginald or I myself would have wished after +such loving and faithful service; but gold may never recompense truth." +</P> + +<P> +"As for recompense," said Gaston, "I should be by a long score the +debtor if we came to that. If it had not been for Sir Reginald, I +should be by this time a reckless freebooter, without a hope in this +world or the next; if it had not been for you, these bones of mine +would long since have been picked by my cousins, the Spanish wolves. +But let the gold tarry in your keeping: it were better King Edward's +good crowns should not be, after all else that has been, in my hands." +</P> + +<P> +"But, Gaston, you will need fitting out for the service of Sir William +Beauchamp." +</P> + +<P> +"What! What mean you, Sir Eustace?" cried Gaston. "What have I done +that you should dismiss me from your followers?" +</P> + +<P> +"Nay, kind Gaston, it were shame that so finished a Squire should be +bound down by my poverty to be the sole follower of a banner which will +never again be displayed at the head of such a band as the Lances of +Lynwood." +</P> + +<P> +"No, Sir Eustace, I leave you not. Recall your brother's words, 'Go +not back to old ways and comrades,' quoth he; and if you cast me off, +what else is left for me? for having once served a banneret, no other +shall have my service. Where else should I find one who would care a +feather whether I am dead or alive? So there it ends—put up your +pieces, or rather, give me one wherewith to purvey a new bridle for +Brigliador, for the present is far from worthy of his name." +</P> + +<P> +Accordingly, the Gascon Squire still remained attached to Eustace's +service, while the trusty Englishman, John Ingram, performed the more +menial offices. Time sped away at the court of Bordeaux; the gallant +Du Guesclin was restored to liberty, after twice paying away his ransom +for the deliverance of his less renowned brethren in captivity, and +Enrique of Trastamare, returning to Castile, was once more crowned by +the inhabitants. His brother Pedro, attempting to assassinate him, +fell by his hand, and all the consequences of the English expedition +were undone—all, save the wasting disease that preyed on England's +heir, and the desolation at the orphaned hearth of Lynwood Keep. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap08"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER VIII +</H3> + +<P> +Two years had passed since the fight of Navaretta, when Sir Eustace +Lynwood received, by the hands of a Knight newly arrived from England, +a letter from Father Cyril, praying him to return home as soon as +possible, since his sister-in-law, Dame Eleanor, was very sick, and +desired to see him upon matters on which more could not be disclosed by +letter. +</P> + +<P> +Easily obtaining permission to leave Bordeaux, he travelled safely +through France, and crossing from Brittany, at length found himself +once more in Somersetshire. It was late, and fast growing dark, when +he rode through Bruton; but, eager to arrive, he pushed on, though +twilight had fast faded into night, and heavy clouds, laden with brief +but violent showers, were drifting across the face of the moon. On +they rode, in silence, save for Gaston's execrations of the English +climate, and the plashing of the horses' feet in the miry tracks, along +which, in many places, the water was rushing in torrents. +</P> + +<P> +At length they were descending the long low hill, or rather undulation, +leading to the wooded vale of Lynwood, and the bright lights of the +Keep began to gleam like stars in the darkness—stars indeed to the +eager eyes of the young Knight, who gazed upon them long and +affectionately, as he felt himself once more at home. "I wonder," said +he, "to see the light strongest towards the east end of the Castle! I +knew not that the altar lights in the chapel could be seen so far!" +Then riding on more quickly, and approaching more nearly, he soon lost +sight of them behind the walls, and descending the last little rising +ground, the lofty mass of building rose huge and black before him. +</P> + +<P> +He wound his bugle and rode towards the gate, but at the moment he +expected to cross the drawbridge, Ferragus suddenly backed, and he +perceived that it was raised. "This is some strange chance!" said he, +renewing the summons, but in vain, for the echoes of the surrounding +woods were the only reply. "Ralph must indeed be deaf!" said he. +</P> + +<P> +"Let him be stone deaf," said Gaston; "he is not the sole inhabitant of +the Castle. Try them again, Sir Eustace." +</P> + +<P> +"Hark!—methought I heard the opening of the hall door!" said Eustace. +"No! What can have befallen them?" +</P> + +<P> +"My teeth are chattering with cold," said Gaston, "and the horses will +be ruined with standing still in the driving rain. Cannot we betake +ourselves to the village hostel, and in the morning reproach them with +their churlishness?" +</P> + +<P> +"I must be certified that there is nothing amiss," said Sir Eustace, +springing from his saddle; "I can cross the moat on one of the supports +of the bridge." +</P> + +<P> +"Have with you then, Sir Knight," said Gaston, also leaping to the +ground, while Eustace cautiously advanced along the narrow frame of +wood on which the drawbridge had rested, slippery with the wet, and +rendered still more perilous by the darkness. Gaston followed, +balancing himself with some difficulty, and at last they safely reached +the other side. Eustace tried the heavy gates, but found them fastened +on the inside with a ponderous wooden bar. "Most strange!" muttered +he; "yet come on, Gaston, I can find an entrance, unless old Ralph be +more on the alert than I expect." +</P> + +<P> +Creeping along between the walls and the moat, till they had reached +the opposite side of the Keep, Eustace stopped at a low doorway; a +slight click was heard, as of a latch yielding to his hand, the door +opened, and he led the way up a stone staircase in the thickness of the +wall, warning his follower now and then of a broken step. After a long +steep ascent, Gaston heard another door open, and though still in total +darkness, perceived that they had gained a wider space. "The passage +from the hall to the chapel," whispered the Knight, and feeling by the +wall, they crept along, until a buzz of voices reached their ears, and +light gleamed beneath a heavy dark curtain which closed the passage. +Pausing for an instant, they heard a voice tremulous with fear and +eagerness: "It was himself! tall plume, bright armour! the very +crosslet on his breast could be seen in the moonlight! Oh! it was Sir +Reginald himself, and the wild young French Squire that fell with him +in Spain!" +</P> + +<P> +There was a suppressed exclamation of horror, and a sound of crowding +together, and at that moment, Eustace, drawing aside the curtain, +advanced into the light, and was greeted by a frightful shriek, which +made him at first repent of having alarmed his sister, but the next +glance showed him that her place was empty, and a thrill of dismay made +him stand speechless and motionless, as he perceived that the curtain +he grasped was black, and the hall completely hung with the same colour. +</P> + +<P> +The servants remained huddled in terror round the hearth, and the pause +was first broken by a fair-faced boy, who, breaking from the trembling +circle, came forward, and in a quivering tone said, "Sir, are you my +father's spirit?" +</P> + +<P> +Gaston's laugh came strangely on the scene, but Eustace, bending down, +and holding out his hand, said, "I am your uncle Eustace, Arthur. +Where is your mother?" +</P> + +<P> +Arthur, with a wild cry of joy, sprung to his neck, and hid his face on +his shoulder; and at the same moment old Ralph, with uplifted hands, +cried, "Blessing on the Saints that my young Lord is safe, and that +mine eyes have seen you once again." +</P> + +<P> +"But where, oh! where is my sister?" again demanded Eustace, as his eye +met that of Father Cyril, who, summoned by the screams of the servants, +had just entered the hall. +</P> + +<P> +"My son," replied the good Father, solemnly, "your sister is where the +wicked may trouble her no more. It is three days now since she +departed from this world of sorrow." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, had she but lived to see this day," said Ralph Penrose, "her cares +would have been over!" +</P> + +<P> +"Her prayers are answered," said Father Cyril. "Come with me, my son +Eustace, if you would take a last look of her who loved and trusted you +so well." +</P> + +<P> +Eustace followed him to the chamber where the Lady Eleanor Lynwood lay +extended on her bed. Her features were pinched and sharpened, and bore +traces of her long, wasting sufferings, but they still looked lovely, +though awful in their perfect calmness. Eustace knelt and recited the +accustomed prayers, and then stood gazing on the serene face, with a +full heart, and gathering tears in his eyes, for he had loved the +gentle Eleanor with the trusting affection of a younger brother. He +thought of that joyous time, the first brilliant day of his lonely +childhood, when the gay bridal cavalcade came sweeping down the hill, +and he, half in pleasure, half in shyness, was led forth by his mother +to greet the fair young bride of his brother. How had she brightened +the dull old Keep, and given, as it were, a new existence to himself, a +dreamy, solitary boy—how patiently and affectionately had she tended +his mother, and how pleasant were the long evenings when she had +unwearily listened to his beloved romances, and his visions of +surpassing achievements of his own! No wonder that he wept for her as +a brother would weep for an elder sister. +</P> + +<P> +Father Cyril, well pleased to perceive that the kindly tenderness of +his heart was still untouched by his intercourse with the world, let +him gaze on for some time in silence, then laying his hand on his arm +said, "She is in peace. Mourn not that her sorrows are at an end, her +tears wiped away, but prepare to fulfil her last wishes, those prayers +in answer to which, as I fully believe, the Saints have sent you at the +very moment of greatest need." +</P> + +<P> +"Her last wishes?" said Eustace. "They shall be fulfilled to the +utmost as long as I have life or breath! Oh! had I but come in time to +hear them from herself, and give her my own pledge." +</P> + +<P> +"Grieve not that her trust was not brought down to aught of earth," +said Father Cyril. "She trusted in Heaven, and died in the sure belief +that her child would be guarded; and lo, his protector is come, if, as +I well believe, my son Eustace, you are not changed from the boy who +bade us farewell three years ago." +</P> + +<P> +"If I am changed, it is not in my love for home, and for all who dwell +there," said Eustace, "or rather, I love them better than before. +Little did I dream what a meeting awaited me!" Again there was a long +pause, which Eustace at length broke by saying, "What is the need you +spoke of? What danger do you fear?" +</P> + +<P> +"This is no scene for dwelling on the evil deeds of wicked men +otherwise than to pray for them," said the Priest; "but return with me +to the hall, and you shall hear." +</P> + +<P> +Eustace lingered a few moments longer, before, heaving a deep sigh he +returned to the hall, where he found Gaston and Ingram, just come in +from attending to the horses, and Ralph hurrying the servants in +setting out an ample meal for the travellers. +</P> + +<P> +"My good old friend," said Eustace, holding out his hand as he entered, +"I have not greeted you aright. You must throw the blame on the +tidings that took from me all other thought, Ralph; for never was there +face which I was more rejoiced to see. +</P> + +<P> +"It was the blame of our own reception of you, Sir Eustace," said old +Penrose. "I could tear my hair to think that you should have met with +no better welcome than barred gates and owlet shrieks; but did you but +know how wildly your bugle-blast rose upon our ear, while we sat over +the fire well-nigh distraught with sorrow, you would not marvel that we +deemed that the spirit of our good Knight might be borne upon the +moaning wind." +</P> + +<P> +"Yet," said Arthur, "I knew the note, and would have gone to the turret +window, but that Mistress Cicely held me fast; and when they sent +Jocelyn to look, the cowardly knave brought back the tale which you +broke short." +</P> + +<P> +"Boast not, Master Arthur," said Gaston; "you believed in our ghostship +as fully as any of them." +</P> + +<P> +"But met us manfully," said Eustace. "But why all these precautions? +Why the drawbridge raised? That could scarce be against a ghost." +</P> + +<P> +"Alas! Sir Eustace, there are bodily foes abroad!" said Ralph. "By +your leave, Master d'Aubricour," as Gaston was about to assist his +Knight in unfastening his armour, "none shall lay a hand near Sir +Eustace but myself on this first night of his return; thanks be to St. +Dunstan that he has come!" Eustace stood patiently for several minutes +while the old man fumbled with his armour, and presently came the +exclamation, "A plague on these new-fangled clasps which a man cannot +undo for his life! 'Twas this low corselet that was the death of good +Sir Reginald. I always said that no good would come of these fashions!" +</P> + +<P> +In process of time, Eustace was disencumbered of his heavy armour; but +when he stood before him in his plain dress of chamois leather, old +Ralph shook his head, disappointed that he had not attained the height +or the breadth of the stalwart figures of his father and brother, but +was still slight and delicate looking. The golden spurs and the sword +of Du Guesclin, however, rejoiced the old man's heart, and touching +them almost reverentially, he placed the large arm-chair at the head of +the table, and began eagerly to invite him to eat. +</P> + +<P> +Eustace was too sorrowful and too anxious to be inclined for food, and +long before his followers had finished their meal, he turned from the +table, and asked for an account of what had befallen in his absence; +for there was at that time no more idea of privacy in conversation than +such as was afforded by the comparative seclusion of the party round +the hearth, consisting of the Knight, his arm around his little nephew, +who was leaning fondly against him; of Father Cyril, of Gaston, and old +Ralph, in his wonted nook, his elbow on his knee, and his chin on his +hand, feasting his eyes with the features of his beloved pupil. In +answer to the query, "Who is the enemy you fear?" there was but one +answer, given in different tones, "The Lord de Clarenham!" +</P> + +<P> +"Ha!" cried Eustace, "it was justly then that your father, Arthur, bade +me beware of him when he committed you to my charge on the battle-field +of Navaretta." +</P> + +<P> +"Did he so?" exclaimed Father Cyril. "Did he commit the boy to your +guardianship? Formally and before witnesses?" +</P> + +<P> +"I can testify to it, good Father," said Gaston. "Ay! and you, Ingram, +must have been within hearing—to say nothing of Du Guesclin." +</P> + +<P> +"And Leonard Ashton," said Ingram. +</P> + +<P> +"It is well," said Father Cyril; "he will be here to-morrow to be +confronted with Clarenham. It is the personal wardship that is of +chief importance, and dwelt most on my Lady's mind." +</P> + +<P> +"Clarenham lays claim then to the guardianship?" asked Eustace. +</P> + +<P> +Father Cyril proceeded with a narrative, the substance of which was as +follows:—Simon de Clarenham, as has been mentioned, had obtained from +King Edward, in the days of the power of Isabel and Mortimer, a grant +of the manor of Lynwood, but on the fall of the wicked Queen, the +rightful owner had been reinstated, without, however, any formal +revocation of the unjust grant. Knowing it would cost but a word of +Sir Reginald to obtain its recall, both Simon and Fulk de Clarenham had +done their best to make him forget its existence; but no sooner did the +news of his death reach England, than Fulk began to take an ungenerous +advantage of the weakness of his heir. He sent a summons for the dues +paid by vassals to their Lord on a new succession, and on Eleanor's +indignant refusal, followed it up by a further claim to the wardship of +the person of Arthur himself, both in right of his alleged feudal +superiority, and as the next of kin who was of full age. Again was his +demand refused, and shortly after Lady Lynwood's alarms were brought to +a height by an attempt on his part to waylay her son and carry him off +by force, whilst riding in the neighbourhood of the Castle. The plot +had failed, by the fidelity of the villagers of Lynwood, but the shock +to the lady had increased the progress of the decay of her health, +already undermined by grief. She never again trusted her son beyond +the Castle walls; she trembled whenever he was out of her sight, and +many an hour did she spend kneeling before the altar in the chapel. On +her brother-in-law, Sir Eustace, her chief hope was fixed; on him she +depended for bringing Arthur's case before the King, and, above all, +for protecting him from the attacks of the enemy of his family, +rendered so much more dangerous by his relationship. She did not +believe that actual violence to Arthur's person was intended, but +Fulk's house had of late become such an abode of misrule, that his +mother and sister had been obliged to leave it for a Convent, and the +tales of the lawlessness which there prevailed were such that she would +have dreaded nothing more for her son than a residence there, even if +Fulk had no interest in oppressing him. +</P> + +<P> +That Eustace should return to take charge of his nephew before her +death was her chief earthly wish, and when she found herself rapidly +sinking, and the hope of its fulfilment lessening, she obtained a +promise from Father Cyril that he would conduct the boy to the Abbey of +Glastonbury, and there obtain from the Abbot protection for him until +his uncle should return, or the machinations of Fulk be defeated by an +appeal to the King. +</P> + +<P> +This was accordingly Father Cyril's intention. It was unavoidable that +Fulk, the near kinsman of the deceased, should be present at the +funeral, but Father Cyril had intended to keep Arthur within the +sanctuary of the chapel until he could depart under the care of twelve +monks of Glastonbury, who were coming in the stead of the Abbot—he +being, unfortunately, indisposed. Sir Philip Ashton had likewise been +invited, in the hope that his presence might prove a check upon +Clarenham. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap09"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER IX +</H3> + +<P> +With the first dawn of morning, the chapel bell began to toll, and was +replied to by the deeper sound of the bell of the parish church. Soon +the court began to be filled with the neighbouring villagers, with +beggars, palmers, mendicant friars of all orders, pressing to the +buttery-hatch, where they received the dole of bread, meat, and ale, +from the hands of the pantler, under the direction of the almoner of +Glastonbury, who requested their prayers for the soul of the noble Sir +Reginald Lynwood, and Dame Eleanor of Clarenham, his wife. The +peasantry of Lynwood, and the beggars, whose rounds brought them +regularly to the Keep of Lynwood, and who had often experienced the +bounty of the departed lady, replied with tears and blessings. There +were not wanting the usual though incongruous accompaniments of such a +scene—the jugglers and mountebanks, who were playing their tricks in +one corner. +</P> + +<P> +Within the hall, all was in sad, sober, and solemn array, contrasting +with the motley concourse in the court. Little Arthur, dressed in +black, stood by the side of his uncle, to receive the greetings of his +yeoman vassals, as they came in, one by one, with clownish courtesy, +but hearty respect and affection, and great satisfaction at the +unexpected appearance of the young Knight. +</P> + +<P> +Next came in long file, mounted on their sleek mules, the twelve monks +of Glastonbury, whom the Knight and his nephew reverently received at +the door, and conducted across the hall to the chapel, where the parish +Priest, Father Cyril, and some of the neighbouring clergy had been +chanting psalms since morning light. On the way Sir Eustace held some +conference with the chief, Brother Michael, who had come prepared to +assist in conveying Arthur, if possible, to Glastonbury, but was very +glad to find that the Knight was able to take upon himself the charge +of his nephew, without embroiling the Abbey with so formidable an enemy +as Lord de Clarenham. +</P> + +<P> +The next arrival was Sir Philip Ashton and his son, who could hardly +believe their eyes when Eustace met them. Leonard's manner was at +first cordial; but presently, apparently checked by some sudden +recollection, he drew back, and stood in sheepish embarrassment, +fumbling with his dagger, while Sir Philip was lavishing compliments on +Eustace, who was rejoiced when the sound of horses made it necessary to +go and meet Lord de Clarenham at the door. Arthur looked up in Sir +Fulk's face, with a look in which curiosity and defiance were +expressed; while Fulk, on his side, was ready to grind his teeth with +vexation at the unexpected sight of the only man who could interfere +with his projects. Then he glanced at his own numerous and +well-appointed retinue, compared them with the small number of the +Lynwood vassals, and with another look at his adversary's youthful and +gentle appearance, he became reassured, and returned his salutations +with haughty ceremony. +</P> + +<P> +The whole company moved in solemn procession towards the chapel, where +the mass and requiem were chanted, and the corpse of the Lady Eleanor, +inclosed in a stone coffin, was lowered to its resting-place, in the +vault of her husband's ancestors. +</P> + +<P> +It was past noon when the banquet was spread in the hall; a higher +table on the dais for the retainers and yeomanry, the latter of whom +were armed with dagger, short sword, or quarter-staff. +</P> + +<P> +Sir Philip Ashton and Brother Michael were chiefly at the expense of +the conversation, Eustace meanwhile doing the honours with grave +courtesy, taking care to keep his nephew by his side. There was no one +who did not feel as if on the eve of a storm; but all was grave and +decorous; and at length Brother Michael and the monks of Glastonbury, +rejoicing that they, at least, had escaped a turmoil, took their leave, +mounted their mules, and rode off, in all correctness of civility +toward the house of Lynwood, which, as Eustace could not help feeling, +they thus left to fight its own battles. +</P> + +<P> +"It waxes late," said Lord de Clarenham, rising; "bring out the horses, +Miles; and you, my young kinsman, Arthur, you are to be my guest from +henceforth. Come, therefore, prepare for the journey." +</P> + +<P> +Arthur held fast by the hand of his uncle, who replied, "I thank you in +my nephew's name for your intended hospitality, but I purpose at once +to conduct him to Bordeaux, to be enrolled among the Prince's pages." +</P> + +<P> +"Conduct him to Bordeaux, said the Knight?" answered Sir Fulk with a +sneer; "to Bordeaux forsooth! It is well for you, my fair young +cousin, that I have other claims to you, since, were you once out of +England, I can well guess who would return to claim the lands of +Lynwood." +</P> + +<P> +"What claim have you to his wardship, Sir Fulk?" asked Eustace, coldly, +disdaining to take notice of the latter part of this speech. +</P> + +<P> +"As his feudal superior, and his nearest relation of full age," replied +Clarenham. +</P> + +<P> +"There are many here who can prove that it is twenty-one years past, +since I was born on the feast of St. Eustace," replied the young +Knight. "The house of Lynwood owns no master beneath the King of +England, and the wardship of my nephew was committed to me by both his +parents. Here is a witness of the truth of my words. Holy Father, the +parchment!" +</P> + +<P> +Father Cyril spread a thick roll, with heavy seals, purporting to be +the last will and testament of Dame Eleanor Lynwood, bequeathing the +wardship and marriage of her son to her beloved brother, Sir Eustace +Lynwood, Knight Banneret, and, in his absence, to the Lord Abbot of +Glastonbury, and Cyril Langton, Clerk. +</P> + +<P> +"It is nought," said Clarenham, pushing it from him; "the Lady of +Lynwood had no right to make a will in this manner, since she +unlawfully detained her son from me, his sole guardian." +</P> + +<P> +"The force of the will may be decided by the King's justices," said +Eustace; "but my rights are not founded on it alone. My brother, Sir +Reginald, with his last words, committed his son to my charge." +</P> + +<P> +"What proof do you bring, Sir Eustace?" said Fulk. "I question not +your word, but something more is needed in points of law, and you can +scarcely expect the world to believe that Sir Reginald would commit his +only child to the guardianship of one so young, and the next heir." +</P> + +<P> +"I am here to prove it, my Lord," said Gaston, eagerly. "'To your care +I commit him, Eustace,' said Sir Reginald, as he lay with his head on +his brother's breast; and methought he also added, 'Beware of +Clarenham.' Was it not so, friend Leonard?" +</P> + +<P> +Leonard's reply was not readily forthcoming. His father was whispering +in his ear, whilst he knit his brow, shuffled with his feet, and +shrugged his shoulder disrespectfully in his father's face. +</P> + +<P> +"Speak, Master Ashton," said Clarenham, in a cold incredulous tone, and +bending on father and son glances which were well understood. "To your +testimony, respectable and uninterested, credit must be added." +</P> + +<P> +"What mean you by that, Sir Fulk de Clarenham?" cried Gaston; "for what +do you take me and my word?" +</P> + +<P> +"Certain tales of you and your companions, Sir Squire," answered +Clarenham, "do not dispose me to take a Gascon's word for more than it +is worth." +</P> + +<P> +"This passes!" cried Gaston, striking his fist on the table; "you +venture it because you are not of my degree! Here, ye craven Squires, +will not one of you take up my glove, when I cast back in his teeth +your master's foul slander of an honourable Esquire?" +</P> + +<P> +"Touch it not, I command you," said Clarenham, "unless Master +d'Aubricour will maintain that he never heard of a certain one-eyed +Basque, and never rode on a free-booting foray with the robber Knight, +Perduccas d'Albret." +</P> + +<P> +"What of that?" fiercely cried Gaston. +</P> + +<P> +"Quite enough, Sir Squire," said Fulk, coolly. +</P> + +<P> +Gaston was about to break into a tempest of rage, when Eustace's calm +voice and gesture checked him. +</P> + +<P> +"Sir Fulk," said Eustace, "were you at Bordeaux, you would know that no +man's word can be esteemed more sacred, or his character more high, +than that of Gaston d'Aubricour." +</P> + +<P> +"But in the meantime," said Clarenham, "we must be content to take +that, as well as much besides, on your own assertion, Sir Eustace. Once +more, Master Leonard Ashton, let me hear your testimony, as to the +dying words of Sir Reginald Lynwood. I am content to abide by them." +</P> + +<P> +"Come, Leonard," said his father, who had been whispering with him all +this time, "speak up; you may be grieved to disappoint a once-friendly +companion, but you could not help the defect of your ears." +</P> + +<P> +"Sir Philip, I pray you not to prompt your son," said Eustace. "Stand +forth, Leonard, on your honour. Did you or did you not hear the words +of my brother, as he lay on the bank of the Zadorra?" +</P> + +<P> +Leonard half rose, as if to come towards him, but his father held him +fast; he looked down, and muttered, "Ay, truly, I heard Sir Reginald +say somewhat." +</P> + +<P> +"Tell it out, then." +</P> + +<P> +"He thanked the Prince for knighting you—he prayed him to have charge +of his wife and child—he bade Gaston not to return to evil courses," +said Leonard, bringing out his sentences at intervals. +</P> + +<P> +"And afterwards," said Eustace sternly—"when the Prince was gone? On +your honour, Leonard." +</P> + +<P> +Leonard almost writhed himself beneath the eyes that Eustace kept +steadily fixed on him. "Somewhat—somewhat he might have said of +knightly training for his son—but—but what do I know?" he added, as +his father pressed hard on his foot; "it was all in your ear, for as he +lay on your breast, his voice grew so faint, that I could hear little +through my helmet." +</P> + +<P> +"Nay, Master Ashton," said John Ingram, pressing forward, "if I +remember right, you had thrown off your helmet, saying it was as hot as +a copper cauldron; and besides, our good Knight, when he said those +words touching Master Arthur, raised himself up somewhat, and spoke out +louder, as if that we might all hear and bear witness." +</P> + +<P> +"No witness beyond your own train, Sir Eustace?" said Clarenham. +</P> + +<P> +"None," said Eustace, "excepting one whose word even you will scarcely +dare to dispute, Sir Bertrand du Guesclin." +</P> + +<P> +"I dispute no man's word, Sir Eustace," said Fulk; "I only say that +until the claim which you allege be proved in the King's Court, I am +the lawful guardian of the lands and person of the heir of Lynwood. The +Lord Chancellor Wykeham may weigh the credit to be attached to the +witness of this highly respectable Esquire, or this long-eared +man-at-arms, or may send beyond seas for the testimony of Du Guesclin: +in the meantime, I assume my office. Come here, boy." +</P> + +<P> +"I will not come to you, Lord Fulk," said Arthur; "or when I do, it +shall be sword in hand to ask for an account for the tears you have +made my sweet mother shed." +</P> + +<P> +"Bred up in the same folly!" said Fulk. "Once more, Sir Eustace, will +you yield him to me, or must I use force?" +</P> + +<P> +"I have vowed before his mother's corpse to shield him from you," +returned Eustace. +</P> + +<P> +"Think of the consequences, Sir Eustace," said Sir Philip Ashton, +coming up to him. "Remember the unrepealed grant to the Clarenhams. +The Lynwood manor may be at any moment resumed, to which, failing your +nephew, you are heir. You will ruin him and yourself." +</P> + +<P> +"It is his person, not his lands, that I am bound to guard," said +Eustace. "Let him do his worst; my nephew had better be a landless +man, than one such as Fulk would make him." +</P> + +<P> +"Think," continued Sir Philip, "of the disadvantages to your cause of +provoking a fray at such a time. Hold your hand, and yield the boy, at +least till the cause come before the Chancellor." +</P> + +<P> +"Never," said Eustace. "His parents have trusted him to me, and I will +fulfil my promise. The scandal of the fray be on him who occasions it." +</P> + +<P> +"Recollect, my Lord," said Ashton, turning to Fulk, "that this may be +misrepresented. These young warriors are hot and fiery, and this young +Knight, they say, has succeeded to all his brother's favour with the +Prince." +</P> + +<P> +"I will not be bearded by a boy," returned Clarenham, thrusting him +aside. "Hark you, Sir Eustace. You have been raised to a height which +has turned your head, your eyes have been dazzled by the gilding of +your spurs, and you have fancied yourself a man; but in your own county +and your own family, airs are not to be borne. We rate you at what you +are worth, and are not to be imposed on by idle tales which the +boastful young men of the Prince's court frame of each other. Give up +these pretensions, depart in peace to your fellows at Bordeaux, and we +will forget your insolent interference." +</P> + +<P> +"Never, while I live," replied Eustace. "Vassals of Lynwood, guard +your young Lord." +</P> + +<P> +"Vassals of Lynwood," said Fulk, "will you see your young Lord carried +off to perish in some unknown region, and yourselves left a prey to an +adventurer and freebooter?" +</P> + +<P> +"For that matter, my Lord," said an old farmer, "if all tales be true, +Master Arthur is like to learn less harm with Sir Eustace than in your +jolly household—I for one will stand by our good Lord's brother to the +last. What say you, comrades?" +</P> + +<P> +"Hurrah for the Lances of Lynwood!" shouted John Ingram, and the cry +was taken up by many a gruff honest voice, till the hall rang again, +and the opposing shout of "a Clarenham, a Clarenham!" was raised by the +retainers of the Baron. Eustace, at the same moment, raised his nephew +in his arms, and lifted him up into the embrasure of one of the high +windows. Sir Philip Ashton still hung upon Clarenham, pleading in +broken sentences which were lost in the uproar: "Hold! Hold! my Lord. +Nay, nay, think but"—(here he was thrust roughly aside by Fulk)—"Sir +Eustace, do but hear—it will be a matter for the council—in the name +of the King—for the love of Heaven—Leonard, son Leonard! for Heaven's +sake what have you to do with the matter? Down with that sword, and +follow me! Dost not hear, froward boy? Our names will be called in +question! Leonard, on your duty—Ha! have a care! there!" +</P> + +<P> +These last words were broken short, as Gaston, rushing forwards to his +master's side, overthrew the table, which carried Sir Philip with it in +the fall, and he lay prostrate under the boards, a stumbling-block to a +stream of eager combatants, who one after another dashed against him, +fell, and either rose again, or remained kicking and struggling with +each other. +</P> + +<P> +After several minutes' confused fighting, the tumult cleared away, as +it were, leaving the principals on each side opposite to each other, +and as the fortune of the day rested on their conflict, all became +gradually fixed in attention, resting upon their weapons, in readiness +at any moment to renew their own portion of the combat. +</P> + +<P> +Fulk, tall and robust, had far more the appearance of strength than his +slenderly-made antagonist, but three years in the school of chivalry +had not been wasted by Eustace, and the sword of Du Guesclin was in a +hand well accustomed to its use. Old Ralph was uttering under his +breath ecstatic exclamations: "Ha! Well struck! A rare foil—a +perfect hit—Have a care—Ah! there comes my old blow—That is +right—Old Sir Henry's master-stroke— There—one of your new French +backstrokes—but it told—Oh! have a care—The Saints +guard—Ay—There—Follow it up! Hurrah for Lynwood!" as Fulk tottered, +slipped, sank on one knee, and receiving a severe blow on the head with +the back of the sword, measured his length on the ground. +</P> + +<P> +"Hurrah for Lynwood!" re-echoed through the hall, but Eustace cut short +the clamour at once, by saying, "Peace, my friends, and thanks! Sir +Fulk de Clarenham," he added, as his fallen foe moved, and began to +raise himself, "you have received a lesson, by which I hope you will +profit. Leave the house, whose mourning you have insulted, and thank +your relationship that I forbear to bring this outrage to the notice of +the King." +</P> + +<P> +While Eustace spoke, Fulk had, by the assistance of two of his +retainers, recovered his feet; but though unwounded, he was so dizzied +with the blow as to be passive in their hands, and to allow himself to +be led into the court, and placed on his horse. Before riding out of +the gates, he turned round, and clenching his fist, glanced malignantly +at Eustace, and muttered, "You shall aby it." +</P> + +<P> +Another shout of "Down with the false Clarenham! Hurrah for the Lances +of Lynwood, and the brave young Knight!" was raised in the court by the +peasantry, among whom Fulk was so much hated, that not even regard for +their future welfare could prevent them from indulging in this triumph. +Probably, too, they expected the satisfaction of drinking the health of +the victor, for there were many disappointed countenances when he spoke +from the steps of the porch:—"Thanks for your good-will, my friends. +Fare ye well, depart in peace, and remember your young Lord." Then +turning to the parish Priest, he added, in a low voice, "See that they +leave the Castle as soon as possible. The gates must be secured as +soon as may be." +</P> + +<P> +He turned back into the hall, and at the door was met by little Arthur, +who caught hold of his hand, exclaiming, "So you have won me, and shall +keep me forever, Uncle Eustace; but come in, for here is poor old Sir +Philip, who was thrown down under the table in the scuffle, bemoaning +himself most lamentably." +</P> + +<P> +"Sir Philip hurt?" said Eustace, who, vexed as he was by Sir Philip's +behaviour, preserved a certain neighbourly hereditary respect for him; +"I trust not seriously," and he advanced towards the arm-chair, where +Sir Philip Ashton was sitting, attended by Father Cyril and a +man-at-arms, and groaning and complaining of his bruises, while at the +same time he ordered the horses to be brought out as speedily as +possible. +</P> + +<P> +"Surely," said Eustace, "you should not be in such haste, Sir Philip. I +grieve that you should have met with this mishap. But you had better +remain here, and try what rest will do for you." +</P> + +<P> +"Remain here!" said Sir Philip, almost shuddering. "Nay, nay, my young +Sir, I would not have you to remain here, nor any of us, for longer +space than the saddling of a horse. Alas! alas! my young friend, I +grieve for you. I loved your father well.—Look from the window, +Leonard. Are the horses led forth?" +</P> + +<P> +"But why this haste?" asked Sir Eustace. "You are heavily +bruised—best let Father Cyril look to your hurts." +</P> + +<P> +"Thanks, Sir Eustace; but—Ah! my back!—but I would not remain under +this roof for more than you could give me. I should but endanger +myself without benefiting you. Alas! alas! that I should have fallen +upon such a fray! I am sorry for you, my brave youth!" +</P> + +<P> +"I thank you, Sir Philip, but I know not what I have done to deserve +your concern." +</P> + +<P> +"Hot blood! wilful blood!" said Sir Philip, shaking his head. "Are the +horses come? Here! your hand, Leonard, help me to rise—Ah! ah! not so +fast—Oh! I shall never get over it! There—mind you, I did all to +prevent this unhappy business—I am clear of it! Fare you well, Sir +Eustace—take an old man's advice, give up the boy, and leave the +country before worse comes of it." +</P> + +<P> +"What is likely to come of it?" said Eustace; "Clarenham made an +uncalled-for, unjust, shameless attempt to seize the person of my ward. +I repelled him by force of arms, and I think he would scarce like to +call the attention of justice to his own share in the matter." +</P> + +<P> +"Ah! well, you speak boldly, but before you have reached my years, you +will have learnt what it is to have for your foe the most mighty man of +the county—nay, of the court; for your foe, Lord de Clarenham, is in +close friendship with the Earl of Pembroke. Beware, my young friend, +beware!" +</P> + +<P> +When the hall was clear of guests, a council was held between the +Knight, the Priest, and the two Esquires. Its result was, that +Arthur's person, as the most important point, should be secured, by his +uncle carrying him at once to the Prince's protection at Bordeaux; but +it was only with difficulty that Eustace was prevailed on to fly, as he +said, from his accusers. The good Father had to say, with a smile, +that after all there was as much need for patience and submission under +the helm as under the cowl, before Eustace at length consented. Cyril +meanwhile was to lay the case before the Chancellor, William of +Wykeham, and Eustace gave him letters to the Duke of Lancaster and to +Sir Richard Ferrars, in the hopes of their recommending his suit. +</P> + +<P> +Eustace then received from the hands of the Priest a bag of gold coins, +his portion as a younger son, part of which he gave to be distributed +in alms, part he still confided to Father Cyril's keeping, and the rest +he was to take away for present needs—and they parted for the last +night of his brief stay at Lynwood Keep. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap10"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER X +</H3> + +<P> +In the early morning, Sir Eustace and his few followers were in their +saddles, little Arthur riding between his uncle and Gaston. The chief +part of the day was spent on the journey. They dined, to Arthur's +glee, on provisions they had brought with them, seated on a green bank +near a stream, and at evening found themselves at the door of a large +hostel, its open porch covered by a vine. +</P> + +<P> +The host and his attendants ran out at first to meet them with +alacrity, but, on seeing them, appeared disappointed. And as the +Knight, dismounting, ordered supper and bed, the host replied that he +could indeed engage to find food, and to accommodate their steeds, but +that the whole of the inn had been secured on behalf of two noble +ladies and their train, who were each moment expected. +</P> + +<P> +"Be it so," said Eustace; "a truss of hay beside our horses, or a +settle by the fire, is all we need. Here is a taste already of a +warrior's life for you, Arthur." +</P> + +<P> +The boy was delighted, certain that to sleep beside his pony was far +more delightful, as well as more manly, than to rest in his bed, like a +lady at home. +</P> + +<P> +As this was arranged, a sound of horses' feet approached, and a band of +men-at-arms rode up to the door. Arthur started and seized his uncle's +hand as he recognized the Clarenham colours and badge, uttering an +exclamation of dismay. "Never fear, Arthur," said Eustace, "they come +from the way opposite to ours. It is not pursuit. See, it is an +escort—there are ladies among them." +</P> + +<P> +"Four!" said Arthur. "Uncle, that tall dame in black must be the Lady +Muriel. And surely the white veil tied with rose-colour belongs to +kind Cousin Agnes." +</P> + +<P> +"True! These are no Clarenhams to guard against," said Eustace to his +Squire, who looked ready for action. "Lady Muriel, the step-mother of +the Baron and his sister, is my godmother, and, by birth, a Lynwood." +</P> + +<P> +Then stepping forward, he assisted the elder lady to dismount; she +returned his courtesy by a slight inclination, as to a stranger, but +her companion, who had lightly sprung to the ground, no sooner +perceived him than she exclaimed, "Eustace!" then laying her hand on +Lady Muriel's arm, "Mother, it is Sir Eustace Lynwood." +</P> + +<P> +"Ha! my gallant godson!" said the Baroness, greeting him cordially. +"Well met, brave youth! No wonder in that knightly figure I did not +know my kinswoman's little page. How does my gentle niece, Eleanor?" +</P> + +<P> +"Alack! then you have not heard the tidings?" said Eustace. +</P> + +<P> +"We heard long since she was sick with grief," said Lady Muriel, much +alarmed. "What mean you? Is she worse? You weep—surely she still +lives!" +</P> + +<P> +"Ah! honoured dame, we come even now from laying her in her grave. Here +is her orphan boy." +</P> + +<P> +Young Agnes could not restrain a cry of grief and horror, and trying to +repress her weeping till it should be without so many witnesses, Lady +Muriel and her bower-woman led her to their apartments in the inn. +Eustace was greatly affected by her grief. She had often accompanied +her step-mother on visits to Lynwood Keep in the peaceful days of their +childhood; she had loved no sport better than to sit listening to his +romantic discourses of chivalry, and had found in the shy, delicate, +dreamy boy, something congenial to her own quiet nature; and, in short, +when Eustace indulged in a vision, Agnes was ever the lady of it, the +pale slight Agnes, with no beauty save her large soft brown eyes, that +seemed to follow and take in every fancy or thought of his. Agnes was +looked down on,—her father thought she would do him little +honour,—her brother cared not for her; save for her step-mother she +would have met with little fostering attention, and when Eustace saw +her set aside and disregarded, his heart had bounded with the thought +that when he should lay his trophies at her feet, Agnes would be +honoured for his sake. But Eustace's honours had been barren, and he +could only look back with a sad heart to the fancies of his youth, when +he had deemed Knight-errantry might win the lady of his love. +</P> + +<P> +Eleanor had been one of the few who had known and loved the damsel of +Clarenham, and had encouraged her to lay aside her timidity. Agnes wept +for her as a sister, and still could hardly restrain her sobs, when +Eustace and his nephew were invited to the presence of the ladies to +narrate their melancholy tale. +</P> + +<P> +Many tears were shed, and caresses lavished upon the orphan. The +ladies asked his destination, and on hearing that he was to be taken to +the Prince's court at Bordeaux, Agnes said, "We, too, are bound to the +Prince's court. I am to journey thither with Fulk. Were it not better +for Arthur to travel with us? Most carefully would we guard him. It +would spare him many a hardship, for which he is scarce old enough; and +his company would be a solace, almost a protection to me. My pretty +playfellow, will you be my travelling companion?" +</P> + +<P> +"I would go with you, Cousin Agnes, for you are kind and gentle, and I +love you well; but a brave Knight's son must learn to rough it; and +besides, I would not go with Sir Fulk, your brother, for he is a false +and cruel Knight, who persecuted my blessed mother to the very death." +</P> + +<P> +"Can this be? O speak, Eustace!" said Agnes. "What means the boy? +Hath Fulk shown himself other than a loving kinsman?" +</P> + +<P> +The Baroness, who understood her step-son's character better than did +his young sister, and who was informed of the old enmity between the +two houses, felt considerable anxiety as to what they were now to hear; +when Eustace, beginning, "Ah, Lady, I grieve twice in the day to sadden +your heart; yet since so much has been said, it were best to relate the +whole truth," proceeded to tell what had passed respecting the wardship +of young Arthur. Agnes's eyes filled with burning tears of +indignation. "O dear Lady Mother!" cried she, "take me back to our +Convent! How can I meet my brother! How conceal my anger and my +shame!" +</P> + +<P> +"This is far worse than even I feared," said Lady Muriel. "I knew Fulk +to be unscrupulous and grasping, but I did not think him capable of +such foul oppression. For you, my sweet Agnes—would that I could +prevail on him to leave you in the safe arms of the cloister—but, +alas! I have no right to detain you from a brother's guardianship." +</P> + +<P> +"I dreaded this journey much before," said Agnes; "but now, even my +trust in Fulk is gone; I shall see round me no one in whom to place +confidence. Alas! alas!" +</P> + +<P> +"Nay, fair Agnes," said Eustace, "he will surely be a kind brother to +thee—he cannot be otherwise." +</P> + +<P> +"How love and trust when there is no esteem? Oh, Mother, Mother! this +is loneliness indeed! In that strange, courtly throng, who will +protect and shelter me?" +</P> + +<P> +"There is an Arm—" began the Baroness. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, noble Lady, there is one arm," eagerly exclaimed Eustace, "that +would only deem itself too much honoured if it could be raised in your +service." +</P> + +<P> +"I spoke of no arm of flesh," said Lady Muriel, reprovingly—and +Eustace hung his head abashed. "I spake of the Guardian who will never +be wanting to the orphan." +</P> + +<P> +There was a silence, first broken by Eustace. "One thing there is, +that I would fain ask of your goodness," said he: "many a false tale, +many a foul slander, will be spoken of me, and many may give heed to +them; but let that be as it will, they shall not render my heart heavy +while I can still believe that you give no ear to them." +</P> + +<P> +"Sir Eustace," said the Lady of Clarenham, "I have known you from +childhood, and it would go hard with me to believe aught dishonourable +of the pupil of Sir Reginald and of Eleanor." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, Sir Eustace," added Agnes, "it would break my heart to distrust +you; for then I must needs believe that faith, truth, and honour had +left the world." +</P> + +<P> +"And now," said Lady Muriel, who thought the conversation had been +sufficiently tender to fulfil all the requirements of the connection of +families, and of their old companionship, "now, Agnes, we must take +leave of our kind kinsman, since, doubtless, he will desire to renew +his journey early to-morrow." +</P> + +<P> +Eustace took the hint, and bent his knee to kiss the hands which were +extended to him by the two ladies; then left the room, feeling, among +all the clouds which darkened his path, one clear bright ray to warm +and gladden his heart. Agnes trusted his truth, Agnes would be at +Bordeaux,—he might see her, and she would hear of his deeds. +</P> + +<P> +Agnes, while she wept over her kinswoman's death and her brother's +faults, rejoiced in having met her old playfellow, and found him as +noble a Knight as her fancy had often pictured him; and in the +meanwhile, the good old Lady Muriel sighed to herself, and shook her +head at the thought of the sorrows which an attachment would surely +cause to these two young creatures. +</P> + +<P> +It was early in the morning that Eustace summoned his nephew from the +couch which one of the Clarenham retainers had yielded him, and, +mounting their horses, they renewed their journey towards the coast. +</P> + +<P> +Without further adventure, the Lances of Lynwood, as Arthur still chose +to call their little party, safely arrived at Rennes, the capital of +Brittany, where Jean de Montford held his court. Here they met the +tidings that Charles V. had summoned the Prince of Wales to appear at +his court, to answer an appeal made against him to the sovereign by the +vassals of the Duchy of Aquitaine. Edward's answer was, that he would +appear indeed, but that it should be in full armour, with ten thousand +Knights and Squires at his back; and the war had already been renewed. +</P> + +<P> +The intelligence added to Eustace's desire to be at Bordeaux, but he +could not venture through the enemy's country without exposing himself +to death or captivity; and even within the confines of Brittany itself, +Duke John, though bound by gratitude and affection to the alliance of +the King, who had won for him his ducal coronet, was unable to control +the enmity which his subjects bore to the English, and assured the +Knight that a safe-conduct from him would only occasion his being +robbed and murdered in secret, instead of being taken a prisoner in +fair fight and put to ransom. +</P> + +<P> +If Eustace had been alone with his staunch followers, he would have +trusted to their good swords and swift steeds; but to place Arthur in +such perils would be but to justify Fulk's accusations; and there was +no alternative but to accept the offer made to him by Jean de Montford, +for the sake of his Duchess, a daughter of Edward III., to remain a +guest at his court until the arrival of a sufficient party of English +Knights, who were sure to be attracted by the news of the war. +</P> + +<P> +No less than two months was he obliged to wait, during which both he +and Gaston chafed grievously under their forced captivity; but at +length he learnt that a band of Free Companions had arrived at Rennes, +on their way to offer their service to the Prince of Wales; accordingly +he set forth, and after some interval found himself once more in the +domains of the house of Plantagenet. +</P> + +<P> +It was late in the evening when he rode through the gates of Bordeaux, +and sought the abode of the good old Gascon merchant, where he had +always lodged. He met with a ready welcome, and inquiring into the +most recent news of the town, learnt that the Prince was considered to +be slightly improved in health; but that no word was spoken of the army +taking the field, and the war was chiefly carried on by the siege of +Castles. He asked for Sir John Chandos, and was told that high words +had passed between him and the Prince respecting a hearth-tax, and that +since he had returned to his government, and seldom or never appeared +at the council board. It was the Earl of Pembroke who was all-powerful +there. And here the old Gascon wandered into lamentable complaints of +the aforesaid hearth-tax, from which Eustace could scarcely recall him +to answer whether the English Baron de Clarenham had arrived at +Bordeaux. He had come, and with as splendid a train as ever was +beheld, and was in high favour at court. +</P> + +<P> +This was no pleasing intelligence, but Eustace determined to go the +next day to present his nephew to the Prince immediately after the +noontide meal, when it was the wont of the Plantagenet Princes to throw +their halls open to their subjects. +</P> + +<P> +Accordingly, leading Arthur by the hand, and attended by Gaston, he +made his appearance in the hall just as the banquet was concluded, but +ere the Knights had dispersed. Many well-known faces were there, but +as he advanced up the space between the two long tables, he was amazed +at meeting scarce one friendly glance of recognition; some looked +unwilling to seem to know him, and returned his salutation with distant +coldness; others gazed at the window, or were intent on their wine, and +of these was Leonard Ashton, whom to his surprise he saw seated among +the Knights. +</P> + +<P> +Thus he passed on until he had nearly reached the dais where dined the +Prince and the personages of the most exalted rank. Here he paused as +his anxious gaze fell upon the Prince, and marked his countenance and +mien—alas! how changed! He sat in his richly-carved chair, wrapped in +a velvet mantle, which, even on that bright day of a southern spring, +he drew closer round him with a shuddering chilliness. His elbow +rested on the arm of his chair, and his wasted cheek leant on his +hand—the long thin fingers of which showed white and transparent as a +lady's; his eyes were bent on the ground, and a look of suffering or of +moody thought hung over the whole of that face, once full of free and +open cheerfulness. Tears filled Eustace's eyes as he beheld that wreck +of manhood and thought of that bright day of hope and gladness when his +brother had presented him to the Prince. +</P> + +<P> +As he hesitated to advance, the Prince, raising his eyes, encountered +that earnest and sorrowful gaze, but only responding by a stern glance +of displeasure. Eustace, however, stepped forward, and bending one +knee, said, "My Lord, I come to report myself as returned to your +service, and at the same time to crave for my nephew the protection you +were graciously pleased to promise him." +</P> + +<P> +"It is well, Sir Eustace Lynwood," said Edward, coldly, and with a +movement of his head, as if to dismiss him from his presence; "and you, +boy, come hither," he added as Arthur, seeing his uncle rise and +retreat a few steps, was following his example. "I loved your father +well," he said, laying his hand on the boy's bright wavy hair, "and you +shall find in me a steady friend as long as you prove yourself not +unworthy of the name you bear." +</P> + +<P> +In spite of the awe with which Arthur felt his head pressed by that +royal hand, in spite of his reverence for the hero and the Prince, he +raised his eyes and looked upon the face of the Prince with an earnest, +pleading, almost upbraiding gaze, as if, child as he was, he deprecated +the favour, which so evidently marked the slight shown to his uncle. +But the Prince did not heed him, and rising from his chair, said, +"Thine arm, Clarenham. Let us to the Princess, and present her new +page. Follow me, boy." +</P> + +<P> +With a wistful look at his uncle, standing alone on the step of the +dais, Arthur reluctantly followed the Prince as, leaning on Clarenham's +arm, he left the hall, and, crossing a gallery, entered a large +apartment. At one end was a canopy embroidered with the arms and +badges of the heir of England, and beneath it were two chairs of state, +one of which was occupied by Joan Plantagenet, Princess of Wales, once +the Fair Maid of Kent, and though now long past her youth, still +showing traces of beauty befitting the lady for whom her royal cousin +had displayed such love and constancy. +</P> + +<P> +As her husband entered, she rose, and looking anxiously at him, while +she came forward to meet him, inquired whether he felt fatigued. "No, +my fair dame," replied the Prince, "I came but to present you your new +page; the young cousin, respecting whose safety my Lord de Clarenham +hath been so much in anxiety." +</P> + +<P> +"Then it is his uncle who hath brought him?" asked Joan. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," replied Edward, "he himself brought him to the hall, and even +had the presumption to claim the protection for him that I pledged to +his father, when I deemed far otherwise of this young Eustace." +</P> + +<P> +"What account does he give of the length of time that he has spent on +the road?" asked the Princess. +</P> + +<P> +"Ay, there is the strangest part of the tale," said Fulk Clarenham, +with a sneer, "since he left the poor simple men at Lynwood believing +that he was coming at full speed to seek my Lord the Prince's +protection for the child, a convenient excuse for eluding the inquiries +of justice into his brawls at the funeral, as well as for the rents +which he carried off with him; but somewhat inconsistent when it is not +for five months that he makes his appearance at Bordeaux, and then in +the society of a band of <I>routiers</I>." +</P> + +<P> +"It shall be inquired into," said the Prince. +</P> + +<P> +"Nay, nay, my Lord," said Fulk, "may I pray you of your royal goodness +to press the matter no further. He is still young, and it were a pity +to cast dishonour on a name which has hitherto been honourable. Since +my young cousin is safe, I would desire no more, save to guard him from +his future machinations. For his brother's sake, my Lord, I would +plead with you." +</P> + +<P> +"Little did I think such things of him," said the Prince, "when I laid +knighthood on his shoulder in the battle-field of Navaretta; yet I +remember even then old Chandos chid me for over-hastiness. Poor old +Chandos, he has a rough tongue, but a true heart!" +</P> + +<P> +"And, under favour, I would say," answered Clarenham, "that it might +have been those early-won honours that turned the head of such a mere +youth, so entirely without guidance, or rather, with the guidance of +that dissolute Squire, who, I grieve to observe, still haunts his +footsteps. Knighthood, with nought to maintain it, is, in truth, a +snare." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I am weary of the subject," said the Prince, leaning back in his +chair. "The boy is safe, and, as you say, Fulk, that is all that is of +importance. Call hither the troubadour that was in the hall at noon. +I would have your opinion of his lay," he added, turning to his wife. +</P> + +<P> +The indignation may be imagined with which Arthur listened to this +conversation, as he stood on the spot to which Edward had signed to him +to advance, when he presented him to the Princess. He longed ardently +to break in with an angry refutation of the slanders cast on his uncle, +but he was too well trained in the rules of chivalry, to say nothing of +the awful respect with which he regarded the Prince, to attempt to +utter a word, and he could only edge himself as far away as was +possible from Clarenham, and cast at him glances of angry reproach. +</P> + +<P> +His uneasy movements were interpreted as signs of fatigue and +impatience of restraint by one of the ladies, who was sitting at no +great distance, a very beautiful and graceful maiden, the Lady Maude +Holland, daughter to the Princess of Wales, by her first marriage; and +she kindly held out her hand to him, saying, "Come hither, my pretty +page. You have not learnt to stand stiff and straight, like one of the +supporters of a coat-of-arms. Come hither, and let me lead you to +company better suited to your years." +</P> + +<P> +Arthur came willingly, as there was no more to hear about his uncle; +and besides, it was away from the hateful Clarenham. She led him +across the hall to a tall arched doorway, opening upon a wide and +beautiful garden, filled with the plants and shrubs of the south of +France, and sloping gently down to the broad expanse of the blue waves +of the Garonne. She looked round on all sides, and seeing no one, made +a few steps forward on the greensward, then called aloud, "Thomas!" no +answer, "Edward! Harry of Lancaster!" but still her clear silvery +voice was unheeded, until a servant came from some other part of the +building, and, bowing, awaited her orders. "Where are Lord Edward and +the rest?" she asked. +</P> + +<P> +"Gone forth," the servant believed, "to ride on the open space near St. +Ursula's Convent." +</P> + +<P> +"None left at home?" +</P> + +<P> +"None, noble Lady." +</P> + +<P> +"None," repeated Lady Maude, "save the little Lord Richard, whose baby +company your pageship would hardly esteem. You must try to endure the +quietness of the lady's chamber, unless you would wish to be at once +introduced to the grave master of the Damoiseaux." +</P> + +<P> +At this moment Arthur's eye fell upon a lady who had just emerged from +a long shady alley, up which she had been slowly walking, and the +bright look of recognition which lighted up his face, was so different +from the shy and constrained expression he had hitherto worn, that Lady +Maude remarked it, and following his gaze, said, "Lady Agnes de +Clarenham? Ah yes, she is of kin to you. Let us go meet her." Then, +as they approached, she said, "Here, Agnes, I have brought you a young +cousin of yours, whom the Prince has just conducted into my mother's +chamber, where he bore so rueful a countenance that I grew pitiful +enough to come forth on a bootless errand after his fellow Damoiseaux, +who, it seems, are all out riding. So I shall even leave him to you, +for there is a troubadour in the hall, whose lay I greatly long to +hear." +</P> + +<P> +Away tripped Lady Maude, well pleased to be free from the burthen her +good-nature had imposed on her. +</P> + +<P> +"Arthur," exclaimed Agnes, "what joy to see you! Is your uncle here?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," said Arthur, "but oh, Cousin Agnes! if you had been by to hear +the foul slanders which Sir Fulk has been telling the Prince—oh, +Agnes! you would disown him for your brother." +</P> + +<P> +"Arthur," said Agnes, with a voice almost of anguish, "how could +he—why did he tarry so long on the road?" +</P> + +<P> +"How could we come on when the Duke of Brittany himself said it was +certain death or captivity? We were forced to wait for an escort. And +now, Agnes, think of your brother saying that Uncle Eustace carried off +the rents of Lynwood, when every man in the Castle could swear it was +only the money Father Cyril had in keeping for his inheritance." +</P> + +<P> +"Alas!" said Agnes. +</P> + +<P> +"And the Prince will believe it—the Prince looks coldly on him +already, and my uncle loves the Prince like his own life. Oh, he will +be ready to die with grief! Agnes! Agnes! what is to be done? But +you don't believe it!" he proceeded, seeing that she was weeping +bitterly. "You do not believe it—you promised you never would! Oh +say you do not believe it!" +</P> + +<P> +"I do not, Arthur; I never believed half they said of him; but oh, that +long delay was a sore trial to my confidence, and cruelly confirmed +their tales." +</P> + +<P> +"And think of Fulk, too, hindering the Prince from inquiring, because +he says he would spare my uncle for my father's sake, when the truth +is, he only fears that the blackness of his own designs should be seen! +And Gaston, too, he slandered. Oh, Agnes! Agnes! that there should be +such wickedness, and we able to do nought!" +</P> + +<P> +"Nought but weep and pray!" said Agnes. "And yet I can bear it better +now that you are here. Your presence refutes the worst accusation, and +removes a heavy weight from my mind." +</P> + +<P> +"You distrust him too! I cannot love you if you do." +</P> + +<P> +"Never, never! I only feared some evil had befallen you, and grieved +to see the use made of your absence. Your coming should make my heart +light again." +</P> + +<P> +"Shall I often see you, Cousin Agnes? for there is none else in this +wide Castle that I shall care for." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh yes, Arthur, there are full twenty pages little older than +yourself—Lord Thomas Holland, the Prince's stepson, brother to the +lady that led you to me; little Piers de Greilly, nephew to the Captal +de Buch; young Lord Henry of Lancaster; and the little Prince Edward +himself. You will have no lack of merry playmates." +</P> + +<P> +"Ah, but to whom can I talk of my blessed mother and of Uncle Eustace, +and of Lynwood Keep, and poor old Blanc Etoile, that I promised Ralph I +would bear in mind?" +</P> + +<P> +"Well, Arthur," said Agnes, cheerfully, "it is the pages' duty to wait +on the ladies in hall and bower, and the ladies' office to teach them +all courtly manners, and hear them read and say the Credo and Ave. You +shall be my own especial page and servant. Is it agreed?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh yes," said the boy. "I wonder if the master of the Damoiseaux is +as strict as that lady said, and I wonder when I shall see Uncle +Eustace again." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap11"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XI +</H3> + +<P> +If Arthur Lynwood felt desolate when he left his uncle's side, it was +not otherwise with Sir Eustace as he lost sight of the child, who had +so long been his charge, and who repaid his anxiety with such confiding +affection. The coveted fame, favour, and distinction seemed likewise +to have deserted him. The Prince's coldness hung heavily on him, and +as he cast his eyes along the ranks of familiar faces, not one friendly +look cheered him. His greetings were returned with coldness, and a +grave haughty courtesy was the sole welcome. Chafed and mortified, he +made a sign to Gaston, and they were soon in the street once more. +</P> + +<P> +"Coward clown!" burst forth Gaston at once. "Would that I could send +all his grinning teeth down the false throat of him!" +</P> + +<P> +"Whose? What mean you?" +</P> + +<P> +"Whose but that sulky recreant, Ashton? He has done well to obtain +knighthood, or I would beat him within an inch of his life with my +halbert, and if he dared challenge me, slay him as I would a carrion +crown! He a Knight! Thanks to his acres and to Lord Pembroke!" +</P> + +<P> +"Patience, patience, Gaston—I have not yet heard of what he accuses +me." +</P> + +<P> +"No! he has learnt policy—he saith it not openly! He would deny it, +as did his Esquire when I taxed him with it! Would that you could not +tell a letter! Sir Eustace, of your favour let me burn every one of +your vile books." +</P> + +<P> +"My innocent friends! Nay, nay, Gaston—they are too knightly to merit +such measure. Then it is the old accusation of witchcraft, I suppose. +So I was in league with the Castilian witch and her cats, was I?" +</P> + +<P> +"Ay; and her broom-stick or her cats wafted you to Lynwood, where you +suddenly stood in the midst of the mourners, borne into the hall on a +howling blast! How I got there, I am sorry to say, the craven declared +not, lest I should give him the lie at once!" +</P> + +<P> +"But surely, such a tale is too absurd and vulgar to deceive our noble +Prince." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, there is another version for his ears. This is only for the lower +sort, who might not have thought the worse of you for kidnapping your +nephew, vowing his mother should remain unburied till he was in your +hands, and carrying off all his rents." +</P> + +<P> +"That is Clarenham's slander." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes." +</P> + +<P> +"And credited by the Prince? Oh! little did I think the hand which +laid knighthood on my shoulder should repent the boon that it gave!" +exclaimed Eustace, with a burst of sorrow rather than anger. +</P> + +<P> +"Do you not challenge the traitor at once?" +</P> + +<P> +"I trow not, unless he speaks the charge to my face. Father Cyril +declared that any outbreak on my part would damage our cause in the +eyes of the Chancellor; we must bide our time. Since Arthur is safe, I +will bear my own burden. I am guiltless in this matter, and I trust +that the blessing of Heaven on my deeds shall restore a name, obscured, +but not tarnished." +</P> + +<P> +The resolution to forbear was tested, for time passed on without +vindicating him. With such art had the toils of his enemies been +spread, that no opening was left him for demanding an explanation. The +calumnies could only be brought home to the lowest retainers of +Clarenham and Ashton, and the only result of the zealous refutation by +the followers of Sir Eustace was a brawl between John Ingram and a +yeoman of Clarenham's, ending in their spending a week in the custody +of the Provost Marshal. +</P> + +<P> +Had there been any tournament or like sport at Bordeaux, Eustace could +have asserted his place, and challenged the attention of the court; but +the state of the Prince's health prevented such spectacles; nor had he +any opportunity of acquiring honour by his deeds in arms. No army took +the field on either side, and the war was chiefly carried on by +expeditions for the siege or relief of frontier castles; and here his +unusual rank as Knight Banneret stood in his way, since it was contrary +to etiquette for him to put himself under the command of a Knight +Bachelor. He was condemned therefore to a weary life of inaction, the +more galling, because his poverty made it necessary to seek maintenance +as formerly at the Prince's table, where he was daily reminded, by the +altered demeanour of his acquaintance, of the unjust suspicions beneath +which he laboured. He had hoped that a dismissal from his post in the +Prince's band would give him the much-desired opportunity of claiming a +hearing, but he was permitted to receive his pay and allowance as +usual, and seemed completely overlooked. It was well that Gaston's gay +temper could not easily be saddened by their circumstances, and his +high spirits and constant attachment often cheered his Knight in their +lonely evenings. Eustace had more than once striven to persuade him to +forsake his failing fortunes; but to this the faithful Squire would +never consent, vowing that he was as deeply implicated in all their +accusations as Sir Eustace himself; and who would wish to engage a +fellow-servant of the black cats! There were two others whom Eustace +would fain believe still confided in his truth and honour, his nephew +Arthur, and Lady Agnes de Clarenham; but he never saw them, and often +his heart sank at the thought of the impression that the universal +belief might make on the minds of both. And to add to his depression, +a rumour prevailed throughout Bordeaux that the Baron of Clarenham had +promised his sister's hand to Sir Leonard Ashton. +</P> + +<P> +Nearly a year had passed since Eustace had left England, and his +situation continued unchanged. Perhaps the Prince regarded him with +additional displeasure, since news had arrived that Sir Richard Ferrars +had made application to the Duke of Lancaster to interest the King in +the cause of the guardianship; for there was, at this time, a strong +jealousy, in the mind of the Prince, of the mighty power and influence +of John of Gaunt, which he already feared might be used to the +disadvantage of his young sons. +</P> + +<P> +The cause was, at length, decided, and a letter from good Father Cyril +conveyed to Eustace the intelligence that the Chancellor, William of +Wykeham, Bishop of Winchester, having given due weight to Sir +Reginald's dying words and Lady Lynwood's testament, had pronounced Sir +Eustace Lynwood the sole guardian of the person and estate of his +nephew, and authorized all the arrangements he had made on his +departure. +</P> + +<P> +Affairs altogether began to wear a brighter aspect. The first +indignation against Sir Eustace had subsided, and he was treated, in +general, with indifference rather than marked scorn. The gallant old +Chandos was again on better terms with the Prince, and, coming to +Bordeaux, made two or three expeditions, in which Eustace volunteered +to join, and gained some favourable, though slight, notice from the old +Knight. Fulk Clarenham, too, having received from the Prince the +government of Perigord, was seldom at court, and no active enemy +appeared to be at work against him. +</P> + +<P> +Agnes de Clarenham, always retiring and pensive, and seldom sought out +by those who admired gayer damsels, was sitting apart in the embrasure +of a window, whence, through an opening in the trees of the garden, she +could catch a distant glimpse of the blue waters of the river where it +joined the sea, which separated her from her native land, and from her +who had ever been as a mother to her. She was so lost in thought, that +she scarce heard a step approaching, till the unwelcome sound of "Fair +greeting to you, Lady Agnes" caused her to look up and behold the still +more unwelcome form of Sir Leonard Ashton. To escape from him was the +first idea, for his clownish manners, always unpleasant to her, had +become doubly so, since he had presumed upon her brother's favour to +offer to her addresses from which she saw no escape; and with a brief +reply of "Thanks for your courtesy, Sir Knight," she was about to rise +and mingle with the rest of the party, when he proceeded, bluntly, +"Lady Agnes, will you do me a favour?" +</P> + +<P> +"I know of no favour in my power," said she. +</P> + +<P> +"Nay," he said, "it is easily done, and it is as much to your brother +as to myself. It is a letter which, methinks, Fulk would not have read +out of the family, of which I may call myself one," and he gave a sort +of smirk at Agnes;—"but he writes so crabbedly, that I, for one, +cannot read two lines,—and I would not willingly give it to a clerk, +who might be less secret. So methought, as 'twas the Baron's affair, I +would even bring it here, and profit by your Convent-breeding, Lady +Agnes." +</P> + +<P> +Agnes took the letter, and began to read:— +</P> + +<BR> + +<P CLASS="letter"> + "For the hand of the Right Noble and Worshipful Knight, Sir + Leonard Ashton, at the court of my Lord the Prince of Wales, + these:— +</P> + +<P CLASS="letter"> + "Fair Sir, and brother-in-arms—I hereby do you to wit, that the + affair whereof we spoke goes well. Both my Lord of Pembroke, + and Sir John Chandos, readily undertook to move the Prince to + grant the Banneret you wot of the government of the Castle, and + as he hath never forgotten the love he once bore to his brother, + he will the more easily be persuaded. Of the garrison we are + sure, and all that is now needful is, that the one-eyed Squire, + whereof you spoke to me, should receive warning before he + arrives at the Castle. +</P> + +<P CLASS="letter"> + "Tell him to choose his time, and manage matters so that there + may be no putting to ransom. He will understand my meaning. +</P> + +<P CLASS="letter"> + "Greeting you well, therefore,<BR> + "Fulk, Baron of Clarenham."<BR> +</P> + +<BR> + +<P> +"What means this?" exclaimed Agnes, as a tissue of treachery opened +before her eyes. +</P> + +<P> +"Ay, that you may say," said Leonard, his slow brain only fixed upon +Fulk's involved sentences, and utterly unconscious of the horror +expressed in her tone. "How is a man to understand what he would have +me to do? Send to Le Borgne Basque at Chateau Norbelle? Is that it? +Read it to me once again, Lady, for the love of the Saints. What am I +to tell Le Borgne Basque? No putting to ransom, doth he say? He might +be secure enough for that matter—Eustace Lynwood is little like to +ransom himself." +</P> + +<P> +"But what mean you?" said Agnes, eagerly hoping that she had done her +brother injustice in her first horrible thought. "Sir Eustace Lynwood, +if you spake of him, is no prisoner, but is here at Bordeaux." +</P> + +<P> +"He shall not long be so," said Leonard. "Heard you not this very noon +that the Prince bestows on him the government of Chateau Norbelle on +the marches of Gascony? Well, that is the matter treated of in this +letter. Let me see, let me see, how was it to be? Yes, that is it! +It is Le Borgne Basque who is Seneschal. Ay, true, that I know,—and +'twas he who was to admit Clisson's men." +</P> + +<P> +"Admit Clisson's men!" +</P> + +<P> +"Ay—'tis one of those Castles built by the old Paladin, Renaud de +Montauban, that Eustace used to talk about. I ween he did not know of +this trick that will be played on himself—and all of them have, they +say, certain secret passages leading through the vaults into the +Castle. Le Borgne Basque knows them all, for he has served much in +those parts, and Fulk placed him as Seneschal for the very purpose." +</P> + +<P> +"For the purpose of admitting Clisson's men? Do I understand you +right, Sir Knight, or do my ears play me false?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, I speak right. Do you not see, Lady Agnes, it is the only way to +free your house of this stumbling-block—this beggarly upstart +Eustace—who, as long as he lives, will never acknowledge Fulk's +rights, and would bring up his nephew to the same pride." +</P> + +<P> +"And is it possible, Sir Leonard, that brother of mine, and belted +Knight, should devise so foul a scheme of treachery! Oh, unsay it +again! Let me believe it was my own folly that conjured up so +monstrous a thought!" +</P> + +<P> +"Ay, that is the way with women," said Leonard; "they never look at the +sense of the matter. Why, this Eustace, what terms should be kept with +him, who has dealings with the Evil One? and—" +</P> + +<P> +"I will neither hear a noble Knight maligned, nor suffer him to be +betrayed," interrupted Agnes. "I have listened to you too long, Sir +Leonard Ashton, and will stain my ears no longer. I thank you, +however, for having given me such warning as to enable me to traverse +them." +</P> + +<P> +"What will you do?" asked Leonard, with a look of impotent anger. +</P> + +<P> +"Appeal instantly to the Prince. Tell him the use that is made of his +Castles, and the falsehoods told him of his most true-hearted Knight!" +and Agnes, with glancing eyes, was already rising for the purpose, +forgetting, in her eager indignation, all that must follow, when +Leonard, muttering "What madness possessed me to tell her!" stood full +before her, saying, gloomily, "Do so, Lady, if you choose to ruin your +brother!" The timid girl stood appalled, as the horrible consequences +of such an accusation arose before her. +</P> + +<P> +That same day Eustace was summoned to the Prince's presence. +</P> + +<P> +"Sir Eustace Lynwood," said Edward, gravely, "I hear you have served +the King well beneath the banner of Sir John Chandos. Your friends +have wrought with me to give you occasion to prove yourself worthy of +your spurs, and I have determined to confer on you the government of my +Chateau of Norbelle, on the frontier of Gascony, trusting to find you a +true and faithful governor and Castellane." +</P> + +<P> +"I trust, my Lord, that you have never had occasion to deem less +honourably of me," said Eustace; and his clear open eye and brow +courted rather than shunned the keen look of scrutiny that the Prince +fixed upon him. His heart leapt at the hope that the time for inquiry +was come, but the Prince in another moment sank his eyes again, with +more, however, of the weary impatience of illness than of actual +displeasure, and merely replied, "Kneel down, then, Sir Knight, and +take the oaths of fidelity." +</P> + +<P> +Eustace obeyed, hardly able to suppress a sigh at the disappointment of +his hopes. +</P> + +<P> +"You will receive the necessary orders and supplies from Sir John +Chandos, and from the Treasurer," said Edward, in a tone that intimated +the conclusion of the conference; and Eustace quitted his presence, +scarce knowing whether to be rejoiced or dissatisfied. +</P> + +<P> +The former, Gaston certainly was. "I have often been heartily weary of +garrison duty," said he, "but never can I be more weary of aught, than +of being looked upon askance by half the men I meet. And we may +sometimes hear the lark sing too, as well as the mouse squeak, Sir +Eustace. I know every pass of my native county, and the herds of +Languedoc shall pay toll to us." +</P> + +<P> +Sir John Chandos, as Constable of Aquitaine, gave him the requisite +orders and information. The fortifications, he said, were in good +condition, and the garrison already numerous; but a sum of money was +allotted to him in order to increase their numbers as much as he should +deem advisable, since it was not improbable that he might have to +sustain a siege, as Oliver de Clisson was threatening that part of the +frontier. Four days were allowed for his preparations, after which he +was to depart for his government. +</P> + +<P> +Eustace was well pleased with all that he heard, and returned to his +lodging, where, in the evening twilight, he was deeply engaged in +consultation with Gaston, on the number of followers to be raised, when +a light step was heard hastily approaching, and Arthur, darting into +the room, flung himself on his neck, exclaiming, "Uncle! uncle! go not +to this Castle!" +</P> + +<P> +"Arthur, what brings you here? What means this? No foolish frolic, no +escape from punishment, I trust?" said Eustace, holding him at some +little distance, and fixing his eyes on him intently. +</P> + +<P> +"No, uncle, no! On the word of a true Knight's son," said the boy, +stammering, in his eagerness, "believe me, trust me, dear uncle—and go +not to this fearful Castle. It is a trap—a snare laid to be your +death, by the foulest treachery!" +</P> + +<P> +"Silence, Arthur!" said the Knight, sternly. "Know you not what +treason you speak? Some trick has been played on your simplicity, and +yet you—child as you are—should as soon think shame of your own +father as of the Prince, the very soul of honour." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, it is not the Prince: he knows nought of it; it is those double +traitors, the Baron of Clarenham and Sir Leonard Ashton, who have +worked upon him and deceived him." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, ho!" said Gaston. "The story now begins to wear some semblance of +probability." +</P> + +<P> +Arthur turned, looking perplexed. "Master d'Aubricour," said he, "I +forgot that you were here. This is a secret which should have been for +my uncle's ears alone." +</P> + +<P> +"Is it so?" said Gaston; "then I will leave the room, if it please you +and the Knight—though methought I was scarce small enough to be so +easily overlooked; and having heard the half—" +</P> + +<P> +"You had best hear the whole," said Arthur. "Uncle Eustace, what think +you?" +</P> + +<P> +"I know not what to think, Arthur. You must be your own judge." +</P> + +<P> +Arthur's young brow wore a look of deep thought; at last he said, "Do +not go then, Gaston. If I have done wrong, I must bear the blame, and, +be it as it may, my uncle needs must tell you all that I may tell him." +</P> + +<P> +"Let us hear, then," said Eustace. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, then," said Arthur, who had by this time collected himself, "you +must know that this Chateau Norbelle is one of those built by that +famous Paladin, the chief of freebooters, Sir Renaud de Montauban, of +whom you have told me so many tales. Now all of these have secret +passages in the vaults communicating with the outer country." +</P> + +<P> +"The boy is right," said Gaston; "I have seen one of them in the Castle +of Montauban itself." +</P> + +<P> +"Then it seems," proceeded Arthur, "that this Castle hath hitherto been +in the keeping of a certain one-eyed Seneschal, a great friend and +comrade of Sir Leonard Ashton—" +</P> + +<P> +"Le Borgne Basque!" exclaimed both Knight and Squire, looking at each +other in amaze. +</P> + +<P> +"True, true," said Arthur. "Now you believe me. Well, the enemy being +in the neighbourhood, it was thought right to increase the garrison, +and place it under the command of a Knight, and these cowardly traitors +have wrought with my Lord of Pembroke and Sir John Chandos to induce +the Prince to give you this post—it being their intention that this +wicked Seneschal and his equally wicked garrison should admit Sir +Oliver de Clisson, the butcher of Bretagne himself, through the secret +passage. And, uncle," said the boy, pressing Eustace's hand, while +tears of indignation sprang to his eyes, "the letter expressly said +there was to be no putting to ransom. Oh, Uncle Eustace, go not to +this Castle!" +</P> + +<P> +"And how came you by this knowledge?" asked the Knight. +</P> + +<P> +"That I may never tell," said Arthur. +</P> + +<P> +"By no means which might not beseem the son of a brave man?" said +Eustace. +</P> + +<P> +"Mistrust me not so foully," said the boy. "I know it from a sure +hand, and there is not dishonour, save on the part of those villain +traitors. Oh, promise me, fair uncle, not to put yourself in their +hands!" +</P> + +<P> +"Arthur, I have taken the oaths to the Prince as Castellane. I cannot +go back from my duty, nor give up its defence for any cause whatsoever." +</P> + +<P> +"Alas! alas!" +</P> + +<P> +"There would be only one way of avoiding it," said Eustace, "and you +must yourself say, Arthur, whether that is open to me. To go to the +Prince, and tell him openly what use is made of his Castles, and +impeach the villains of their treachery." +</P> + +<P> +"That cannot be," said Arthur, shaking his head sadly—"it is contrary +to the pledge I gave for you and for myself. But go not, go not, +uncle. Remember, uncle, if you will not take thought for yourself, +that you are all that is left me—all that stands between me and that +wicked Clarenham.—Gaston, persuade him." +</P> + +<P> +"Gaston would never persuade me to disgrace my spurs for the sake of +danger," replied Eustace. "Have you no better learnt the laws of +chivalry in the Prince's household, Arthur? Besides, remember old +Ralph's proverb, 'Fore-warned is fore-armed.' Think you not that +Gaston, and honest Ingram, and I may not be a match for a dozen +cowardly traitors? Besides which, see here the gold allotted me to +raise more men, with which I will obtain some honest hearts for my +defence—and it will go hard with me if I cannot find Sir Renaud's +secret door." +</P> + +<P> +"Then, if you will go, uncle, take, take me with you—I could, at +least, watch the door; and I know how to hit a mark with a cross-bow as +well as Lord Harry of Lancaster himself." +</P> + +<P> +"Take you, Master Arthur? What! steal away the Prince's page that I +have been at such pains to bring hither, and carry him to a nest of +traitors! Why, it would be the very way to justify Clarenham's own +falsehoods." +</P> + +<P> +"And of the blackest are they!" said Arthur. "Think, uncle, of my +standing by to hear him breathing his poison to the Prince, and the +preventing him from searching to find out the truth, by pretending a +regard for my father's name, and your character. Oh that our noble +Prince should be deluded by such a recreant, and think scorn of such a +Knight as you!" +</P> + +<P> +"I trust yet to prove to him that it is a delusion," said Eustace. +"Many a Knight at twenty-two has yet to make his name and fame. Mine, +thanks to Du Guesclin and the Prince himself, is already made, and +though clouded for a time, with the grace of our Lady and of St. +Eustace, I will yet clear it; so, Arthur, be not downcast for me, but +think what Father Cyril hath taught concerning evil report and good +report. But tell me, how came you hither?" +</P> + +<P> +"She—that is, the person that warned me—let me down from the window +upon the head of the great gurgoyle, and from thence I scrambled down +by the vines on the wall, ran through the court without being seen by +the Squires and grooms, and found my way to the bridge, where happily I +met John Ingram, who brought me hither." +</P> + +<P> +"She?" repeated Gaston, with a sly look in his black eyes. +</P> + +<P> +"I have said too much," said Arthur, colouring deeply; "I pray you to +forget." +</P> + +<P> +"Forget!" proceeded the Squire, "that is sooner said than done. We +shall rack our brains to guess what lady can—" +</P> + +<P> +"Hush, Gaston," said Eustace, as his nephew looked at him imploringly, +"tempt not the boy. And you, Arthur, must return to the palace +immediately." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, uncle!" said the boy, "may I not stay with you this one night? It +is eight weary months since I have ever seen you, save by peering down +through the tall balusters of the Princess's balcony, when the Knights +were going to dinner in the hall, and I hoped you would keep me with +you at least one night. See how late and dark it is—the Castle gates +will be closed by this time." +</P> + +<P> +"It does indeed rejoice my heart to have you beside me, fair nephew," +said Eustace, "and yet I know not how to favour such an escape as this, +even for such a cause." +</P> + +<P> +"I never broke out of bounds before," said Arthur, "and never will, +though Lord Harry and Lord Thomas Holland have more than once asked me +to join them." +</P> + +<P> +"Then," said the Knight, "since it is, as you say, too late to rouse +the palace, I will take you back in my hand to-morrow morn, see the +master of the Damoiseaux, and pray him to excuse you for coming to see +me ere my departure." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, that will be all well," said Arthur; "I could, to be sure, find +the corner where Lord Harry has loosened the stones, and get in by the +pages' window, ere old Master Michael is awake in the morn; but I think +such doings are more like those of a fox than of a brave boy, and +though I should be well punished, I will walk in at the door, and hold +up my head boldly." +</P> + +<P> +"Shall you be punished then?" said Gaston. "Is your old master of the +Damoiseaux very severe?" +</P> + +<P> +"He has not been so hitherto with me," said Arthur: "he scolds me for +little, save what you too are displeased with, Master d'Aubricour, +because I cannot bring my mouth to speak your language in your own +fashion. It is Lord Harry that chiefly falls under his displeasure. +But punished now I shall assuredly be, unless Uncle Eustace can work +wonders." +</P> + +<P> +"I will see what may be done, Arthur," said Eustace. "And now, have +you supped?" +</P> + +<P> +The evening passed off very happily to the little page, who, quite +reassured by his uncle's consolations, only thought of the delight of +being with one who seemed to supply to him the place at once of an +elder brother and of a father. +</P> + +<P> +Early the next morning, Eustace walked with him to the palace. Just +before he reached it, he made this inquiry, "Arthur, do you often see +the Lady Agnes de Clarenham?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, yes, I am with her almost every afternoon. She hears me read, she +helps me with my French words, and teaches me courtly manners. I am her +own page and servant—but, here we are. This is the door that leads to +the room of Master Michael de Sancy, the master of the Damoiseaux." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap12"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XII +</H3> + +<P> +The next few days were spent in taking precautions against the danger +intimated by the mysterious message. Gaston gathered together a few of +the ancient Lances of Lynwood, who were glad to enlist under the blue +crosslet, and these, with some men-at-arms, who had recently come to +Bordeaux to seek employment, formed a body with whom Eustace trusted to +be able to keep the disaffected in check. Through vineyards and over +gently swelling hills did their course lead them, till, on the evening +of the second day's journey, the view to the south was shut in by more +lofty and bolder peaks, rising gradually towards the Pyrenees, and on +the summit of a rock overhanging a small rapid stream appeared the tall +and massive towers of a Castle, surmounted by the broad red cross of +St. George, and which their guide pronounced to be the Chateau Norbelle. +</P> + +<P> +"A noble eyrie!" said Eustace, looking up and measuring it with his +eye. "Too noble to be sacrificed to the snaring of one poor Knight." +</P> + +<P> +"Shame that such a knightly building should serve for such a nest of +traitors!" said Gaston. "Saving treachery, a dozen boys could keep it +against a royal host, provided they had half the spirit of your little +nephew." +</P> + +<P> +"Let us summon the said traitors," said Eustace, blowing a blast on his +bugle. The gates were thrown wide open, the drawbridge lowered, and +beneath the portcullis stood the Seneschal, his bunch of keys at his +girdle. Both Eustace and Gaston cast searching glances upon him, and +his aspect made them for a moment doubt the truth of the warning. A +patch covered the lost eye, his moustache was shaved, his hair appeared +many shades lighter, as well as his beard, which had been carefully +trimmed, and altogether the obsequious Seneschal presented a strong +contrast to the dissolute reckless man-at-arms. The Knight debated +with himself, whether to let him perceive that he was recognized; and +deciding to watch his conduct, he asked by what name to address him. +</P> + +<P> +"Thibault Sanchez," replied Le Borgne Basque, giving his real name, +which he might safely do, as it was not known to above two men in the +whole Duchy of Aquitaine. "Thibault Sanchez, so please you, noble Sir, +a poor Squire from the mountains, who hath seen some few battles and +combats in his day, but never one equal to the fight of Najara, where +your deeds of prowess—" +</P> + +<P> +"My deeds of prowess, Sir Seneschal, had better rest in silence until +our horses have been disposed of, and I have made the rounds of the +Castle before the light fails us." +</P> + +<P> +"So late, Sir Knight! and after a long and weary journey? Surely you +will drink a cup of wine, and take a night's rest first, relying on me, +who, though I be a plain man, trust I understand somewhat of the duties +of mine office." +</P> + +<P> +"I sleep not until I have learnt what is committed to my charge," +replied the Knight. "Lead the way, Master Sanchez." +</P> + +<P> +"Ah! there is what it is to have a Knight of fame," cried Le Borgne +Basque. "What vigilance! what earnestness! Ah, this will be, as I +told my comrades even now, the very school of chivalry, the pride of +the country." +</P> + +<P> +They had by this time crossed the narrow court, and passing beneath a +second portcullised door defended on either side by high battlement +walls, nearly double as thick as the steps themselves were wide. At +the head was an arched door, heavily studded with nails, and opening +into the Castle hall, a gloomy, vaulted room, its loop-hole windows, in +their mighty depth of wall, affording little light. A large wood fire +was burning in the hearth, and its flame cast a bright red light on +some suits of armour that were hung at one end of the hall, as well as +on some benches, and a long table in the midst, where were placed some +trenchers, drinking horns, and a flask or two of wine. +</P> + +<P> +"A drop of wine, noble Knight," said the Seneschal. "Take a cup to +recruit you after your journey, and wash the dust from your throat." +</P> + +<P> +A long ride in full armour beneath the sun of Gascony made this no +unacceptable proposal, but the probability that the wine might be +drugged had been contemplated by Eustace, who had not only resolved to +abstain himself, but had exacted the same promise from d'Aubricour, +sorely against his will. +</P> + +<P> +"We will spare your flasks till a time of need," said Eustace, only +accepting the basin of fair water presented to him to lave his hands. +"And now to the walls," he added, after he had filled a cup with water +from the pitcher and refreshed himself with it. Gaston followed his +example, not without a wistful look at the wine, and Sanchez was +obliged to lead the way up a long flight of spiral steps to two other +vaulted apartments, one over the other—the lower destined for the +sleeping chamber of the Knight and his Squire, the higher for such of +the men-at-arms as could not find accommodation in the hall, or in the +offices below. Above this they came out on the lead-covered roof, +surrounded with a high crenellated stone parapet, where two or three +warders were stationed. Still higher rose one small octagonal +watch-tower, on the summit of which was planted a spear bearing St. +George's pennon, and by its side Sir Eustace now placed his own. +</P> + +<P> +This done, Eustace could not help standing for a few moments to look +forth upon the glorious expanse of country beneath him—the rich fields +and fair vineyards spreading far away to the west and north, with towns +and villages here and there rising among them; while far away to the +east, among higher hills, lay the French town of Carcassonne, a white +mass, just discernible by the light of the setting sun; and the south +was bounded by the peaks of the Pyrenees, amongst which lay all +Eustace's brightest recollections of novelty, adventure, and hopes of +glory. +</P> + +<P> +Descending the stairs once more, after traversing the hall, they found +themselves in the kitchen, where a large supper was preparing. Here, +too, was the buttery, some other small chambers fit for storehouses, +and some stalls for horses, all protected by the great bartizan at the +foot of the stairs, which was capable of being defended even after the +outer court was won. By the time the new-comers had made themselves +acquainted with these localities, the evening was fast closing in, and +Sanchez pronounced that the Knight's survey was concluded in good time +for supper. +</P> + +<P> +"I have not yet seen the vaults," said Eustace. +</P> + +<P> +"The vaults, Sir Knight! what would you see there, save a few rusted +chains, and some whitened bones, that have been there ever since the +days of the Count de Montfort and the heretic Albigenses! They say +that their accursed spirits haunt the place." +</P> + +<P> +"I have heard," returned Sir Eustace, "that these Castles of Gascony +are said to have secret passages communicating with their vaults, and I +would willingly satisfy my own eyes that we are exposed to no such +peril here." +</P> + +<P> +"Nay, not a man in the Castle will enter those vaults after sunset, Sir +Knight. The Albigenses, Sir Eustace!" +</P> + +<P> +"I will take the risk alone," said Eustace. "Hand me a torch there!" +</P> + +<P> +Gaston took another, and Thibault Sanchez, seeing them so resolute, +chose to be of the party. The torches shed their red glare over the +stone arches on which the Castle rested, and there was a chill damp air +and earthy smell, which made both Knight and Squire shudder and start. +No sooner had they entered than Thibault, trembling exclaimed, in a +tone of horror, "There! there! O blessed Lady, protect us!" +</P> + +<P> +"Where?" asked Eustace, scarce able to defend himself from an +impression of terror. +</P> + +<P> +"'Tis gone—yet methought I saw it again.—There! look yonder, Sir +Knight—something white fluttering behind that column!" +</P> + +<P> +Gaston crossed himself, and turned pale; but Eustace had settled his +nerves. "A truce with these vain follies, Master Seneschal," said he, +sternly. "Those who know Le Borgne Basque cannot believe his fears, +either of saints or demons, to be other than assumed." +</P> + +<P> +No ghost could have startled the Seneschal of the Chateau Norbelle as +much as this sobriquet. He fell back, and subsided into complete +silence, as he meditated whether it were best to confess the plot, and +throw himself upon Sir Eustace's mercy, or whether he could hope that +this was merely a chance recognition. He inclined to the latter belief +when he observed that the Knight was at fault respecting the secret +passage, searching in vain through every part of the vault, and twice +passing over the very spot. The third time, however, it so chanced +that his spur rung against something of metal, and he called for Gaston +to hold his torch lower. The light fell not only upon an iron ring, +but upon a guard which evidently covered a key-hole. +</P> + +<P> +Sanchez, after in vain professing great amazement, and perfect +ignorance of any such entrance, gave up his bunch of keys, protesting +that there was nothing there which could unlock the mysterious door: +but the Knight had another method. "Look you, Master Sanchez," said +he, "it may be, as you say, that this door hath not been unclosed for +hundreds of years, notwithstanding I see traces in the dust as if it +had been raised of late. I shall, however, sleep more securely if +convinced that it is an impossibility to lift it. Go, therefore, +Gaston, and call half a dozen of the men, to bring each of them the +heaviest stone they can find from that heap I saw prepared for a +mangonel in the court-yard." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, excellent!" exclaimed Gaston, "and yet, Sir Eustace—" +</P> + +<P> +There he stopped, but it was evident that he was reluctant to leave his +master alone with this villain. Eustace replied by drawing his good +sword, and giving him a fearless smile, as he planted his foot upon the +trap-door; and fixing his gaze upon Le Borgne Basque, made him feel +that this was no moment for treachery. +</P> + +<P> +Gaston sped fast out of the dungeon, and, in brief space, made his +appearance at the head of the men-at-arms, some bearing torches, others +labouring under the weight of the huge stones, which, as he rightly +thought, they were far more inclined to heave at Sir Eustace's head +than to place in the spot he pointed out. They were, however, +compelled to obey, and, with unwilling hands, built up such a pile upon +the secret door, that it could not be lifted from beneath without +gigantic strength, and a noise which would re-echo through the Castle. +This done, Sir Eustace watched them all out of the vault himself, +closed the door, locked it, and announced to the Seneschal his +intention of relieving him for the future from the care of the keys. +Still watching him closely, he ascended to the hall, and gave the +signal for the supper, which shortly made its appearance. +</P> + +<P> +Thibault Sanchez, who laid claim to some share of gentle blood, was +permitted to enjoy the place of honour together with Sir Eustace and +d'Aubricour—the rather that it gave them a better opportunity of +keeping their eye upon him. +</P> + +<P> +There was an evident attempt, on the part of the garrison, to engage +their new comrades in a carouse in honour of their arrival, but this +was brought to an abrupt conclusion by Sir Eustace, who, in a tone +which admitted no reply, ordered the wine flasks to the buttery, and +the men, some to their posts and others to their beds. Ingram walked +off, muttering his discontent; and great was the ill-will excited +amongst, not only the original garrison, but the new-comers from +Bordeaux, who, from their lairs of straw, lamented the day when they +took service with so severe and rigid a Knight, and compared his +discipline with that of his brother, Sir Reginald, who, strict as he +might be, never grudged a poor man-at-arms a little merriment. "But as +to this Knight, one might as well serve a Cistercian monk!" +</P> + +<P> +As to Le Borgne Basque, he betook himself to the buttery; and there, in +an undertone of great terror, began to mutter to his friend and ally, +Tristan de la Fleche, "It is all over with us! He is a wizard! Sir +Leonard Ashton was right—oaf as he was; I never believed him before; +but what, save enchantment, could have enabled him to recognize me +under this disguise, or how could he have gone straight to yonder door?" +</P> + +<P> +"Think you not that he had some warning?" asked Tristan. +</P> + +<P> +"Impossible, save from Clarenham, or from Ashton himself; and, dolt as +he is, I trow he has sense enough to keep his own counsel. He has not +forgotten the day when he saw this dainty young sprig rise up in his +golden spurs before his eyes. I know how it is! It is with him as it +was with the Lord of Corasse!" +</P> + +<P> +"How was that, Thibault?" +</P> + +<P> +"Why, you must know that Raymond de Corasse had helped himself to the +tithes of a certain Church in Catalonia, whereby the Priest who claimed +them said to him, 'Know that I will send thee a champion that thou wilt +be more afraid of than thou hast hitherto been of me.' Three months +after, each night, in the Castle of Corasse, began such turmoil as +never was known; raps at every door, and especially that of the +Knight—as if all the goblins in fairy-land had been let loose. The +Knight lay silent all one night; but the next, when the rioting was +renewed as loud as ever, he leapt out of his bed, and bawled out, 'Who +is it at this hour thus knocks at my chamber door?' He was answered, +'It is I.' 'And who sends thee hither?' asked the Knight. 'The Clerk +of Catalonia, whom thou hast much wronged. I will never leave thee +quiet until thou hast rendered him a just account.' 'What art thou +called,' said the Knight, 'who art so good a messenger?' 'Orthon is my +name.' But it fell out otherwise from the Clerk's intentions, for +Orthon had taken a liking to the Knight, and promised to serve him +rather than the Clerk—engaging never to disturb the Castle—for, +indeed, he had no power to do ill to any. Often did he come to the +Knight's bed by night, and pull the pillow from under his head—" +</P> + +<P> +"What was he like?" asked Tristan. +</P> + +<P> +"The Lord de Corasse could not tell; he only heard him—he never saw +aught; for Orthon only came by night, and, having wakened him, would +begin by saying, 'he was come from England, Hungary, or elsewhere,' and +telling all the news of the place." +</P> + +<P> +"And what think you was he?" +</P> + +<P> +"That was what our Lord, the Count de Foix, would fain have known, when +he had much marveled at the tidings that were brought him by the Lord +de Corasse, and had heard of the strange messenger who brought them. +He entreated the Knight to desire Orthon to show himself in his own +proper form—and then, having seen, to describe him. +</P> + +<P> +"So at night, when Orthon came again, and plucked away the pillow, the +Knight asked him from whence he came? 'From Prague, in Bohemia,' +answered Orthon. 'How far is it?'—'Sixty days' journey.' 'Hast thou +returned thence in so short a time?'—'I travel as fast as the wind, or +faster.' 'What! hast thou got wings?'—'Oh, no.' 'How, then, canst +thou fly so fast?'—'That is no business of yours!' 'No,' said the +Knight—'I should like exceedingly to see what form thou hast.'—'That +concerns you not,' replied Orthon; 'be satisfied that you hear me.' 'I +should love thee better had I seen thee,' said the Knight,—whereupon +Orthon promised that the first thing he should see to-morrow, on +quitting his bed, should be no other than himself." +</P> + +<P> +"Ha! then, I wager that he saw one of the black cats that played round +young Ashton's bed." +</P> + +<P> +"Nay, the Knight's lady would not rise all day lest she should see +Orthon; but the Knight, leaping up in the morning, looked about, but +could see nothing unusual. At night, when Orthon came, he reproached +him for not having shown himself, as he had promised. 'I have,' replied +Orthon. 'I say No,' said the Knight. 'What! you saw nothing when you +leapt out of bed?'—'Yes,' said the Lord de Corasse, after having +considered awhile, 'I saw two straws, which were turning and playing +together on the floor.' 'That was myself,' said Orthon. +</P> + +<P> +"The Knight now desired importunately that Orthon would show himself in +his own true shape. Orthon told him that it might lead to his being +forced to quit his service—but he persisted, and Orthon promised to +show himself when first the Knight should leave his chamber in the +morning. Therefore, as soon as he was dressed, the Knight went to a +window overlooking the court, and there he beheld nothing but a large +lean sow, so poor, that she seemed nothing but skin and bone, with long +hanging ears, all spotted, and a thin sharp-pointed snout. The Lord de +Corasse called to his servants to set the dogs on the ill-favoured +creature, and kill it; but, as the kennel was opened, the sow vanished +away, and was never seen afterwards. Then the Lord de Corasse returned +pensive to his chamber, fearing that the sow had indeed been +Orthon!—and truly Orthon never returned more to his bed-side. Within +a year, the Knight was dead!" +</P> + +<P> +"Is it true, think you, Sanchez?" +</P> + +<P> +"True! why, man, I have seen the Chateau de Corasse, seven leagues from +Orthes!" +</P> + +<P> +"And what think you was Orthon?" +</P> + +<P> +"It is not for me to say; but, you see, there are some who stand fair +in men's eyes, who have strange means of gaining intelligence! It will +be a merit to weigh down a score of rifled Priests, if we can but +circumvent a wizard such as this!" +</P> + +<P> +"But he has brought his books! I saw that broad-faced Englishman carry +up a whole pile of them," cried Tristan, turning pale. "With his books +he will be enough to conjure us all into apes!" +</P> + +<P> +"Now or never," said Sanchez, encouragingly. +</P> + +<P> +"When all is still, I will go round and waken our comrades, while you +creep forth by the hole beneath the bartizan, and warn Clisson that the +secret passage is nought, but that when he sees a light in old +Montfort's turret—" +</P> + +<P> +Tristan suddenly trod on his foot, as a sign of silence, as a step +descended the stairs, and Sir Eustace stood before them. +</P> + +<P> +"You appear to be agreeably employed, gentlemen," said he, glancing at +the stoup of wine which was before them; "but my orders are as precise +as Norman William's. No lights in this Castle, save my own, after +eight o'clock. To your beds, gentlemen, and a good night to you!" He +was still fully armed, so that it was unsafe to attack him. And he saw +them up the spiral stairs that led from the hall, and watched them +enter the narrow dens that served them as sleeping rooms, where many a +curse was uttered on the watchfulness of the wizard Knight. At the +turn of midnight, Le Borgne Basque crept forth, in some hope that there +might be an opportunity of fulfilling his designs, and earning the +reward promised him both by Clarenham and the French. But he had not +descended far before a red gleam of torchlight was seen on the dark +stairs, and, ere he could retreat, the black head and dark eyes of +Gaston appeared, glancing with mischievous amusement, as he said, in +his gay voice, "You are on the alert, my old comrade. You have not +forgotten your former habits when in command here. But Sir Eustace +intrusts the care of changing the guard to none but me; so I will not +trouble you to disturb yourself another night." And the baffled +miscreant retreated. +</P> + +<P> +In this manner passed day after day, in a tacit yet perpetual war +between the Knight and the garrison. Not a step could be taken, scarce +a word spoken, without some instant reminder that either Sir Eustace or +Gaston was on the watch. On the borders of the enemy's country, there +was so much reason for vigilance, that the garrison could not +reasonably complain of the services required of them; the perpetual +watch, and numerous guards; the occupations which Knight and Squire +seemed never weary of devising for the purpose of keeping them +separate, and their instant prohibition of any attempt at the riotous +festivity which was their only consolation for the want of active +exercises. They grew heartily weary, and fiercely impatient of +restraint, and though the firm, calm, steady strictness of the Knight +was far preferable to the rude familiarity and furious passions of many +a Castellane, there were many of the men-at-arms who, though not +actually engaged in the conspiracy, were impatient of what they called +his haughtiness and rigidity. These men were mercenaries from +different parts of France, accustomed to a lawless life, and caring +little or nothing whatever whether it were beneath the standard of King +Charles or King Edward that they acquired pay and plunder. The +Englishmen were, of course, devoted to their King and Prince, and +though at times unruly, were completely to be depended upon. Yet, +while owning Sir Eustace to be a brave, gallant, and kind-hearted +Knight, there were times when even they felt a shudder of dread and +almost of hatred pass over them, when tales were told of the +supernatural powers he was supposed to possess; when Leonard Ashton's +adventure with the cats was narrated, or the story of his sudden +arrival at Lynwood Keep on the night before the lady's funeral. His +own immediate attendants might repel the charge with honest +indignation, but many a stout warrior slunk off in terror to bed from +the sight of Sir Eustace, turning the pages of one of his heavy books +by the light of the hall fire, and saw in each poor bat that flitted +about within the damp depths of the vaulted chambers the familiar +spirit which brought him exact intelligence of all that passed at +Bordeaux, at Paris, or in London. Nay, if he only turned his eyes on +the ground, he was thought to be looking for the twisting straws. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap13"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XIII +</H3> + +<P> +There was a village at some distance from the Chateau Norbelle, the +inhabitants of which were required to furnish it with provisions. The +Castellane, by paying just prices, and preventing his men from treating +the peasants in the cruel and exacting manner to which they were +accustomed, had gained their good-will. Prompt intelligence of the +proceedings of the French army was always brought to him, and he was +thus informed that a large treasure was on its way from Bayonne to +Carcasonne, being the subsidy promised by Enrique, King of Castile, to +his allies, Bertrand du Guesclin and Oliver de Clisson. +</P> + +<P> +It became the duty of the English to intercept these supplies, and +Eustace knew that he should incur censure should he allow the occasion +to pass. But how divide his garrison? Which of the men-at-arms could +be relied on? After consultation with d'Aubricour, it was determined +that he himself should remain with John Ingram and a sufficient number +of English to keep the traitors in check, while Gaston went forth in +command of the party, who were certain to fight with a good will where +spoil was the object. They would be absent at least two nights, since +the pass of the Pyrenees, where they intended to lie in ambush, was at +a considerable distance, nor was the time of the arrival of the convoy +absolutely certain. +</P> + +<P> +The expedition proved completely successful, and on the morning of the +third day the rising sun beheld Gaston d'Aubricour riding triumphantly +at the head of his little band, in the midst of which was a long line +of heavily-laden baggage mules. The towers of Chateau Norbelle +appeared in his view, when suddenly with a cry of amazement he +perceived that the pennon of St. George and the banner of Lynwood were +both absent from the Keep. He could scarcely believe his eyes, but +forcing his horse onward with furious impetuosity to obtain a nearer +view, he discovered that it was indeed true. +</P> + +<P> +"The miscreants!" he shouted. "Oh, my Knight, my Knight!" and turning +to the men who followed him, he exclaimed, "There is yet hope! Will +you see our trust betrayed, our noble Knight foully murdered and +delivered to his enemies, or will ye strike a bold stroke in his +defence? He who is not dead to honour, follow me!" +</P> + +<P> +There was a postern, of which Eustace had given Gaston the key, on his +departure, and thither the faithful Squire hastened, without looking +back to see whether he was followed by many or few—in fact, rather +ready to die with Sir Eustace than hoping to rescue him. The ten +Englishmen and some eight Frenchmen, infected by the desperation of his +manner, followed him closely as he rushed up the slope, dashed through +the moat, and in another moment, opening the door, burst into the +court. There stood a party of the garrison, upon whom he rushed with a +shout of "Death, death to the traitor!" Gaston's arm did the work of +three, as he hewed down the villains, who, surprised and discomfited, +made feeble resistance. Who they were, or how many, he saw not, he +cared not, but struck right and left, till the piteous cries for mercy, +in familiar tones, made some impression, and he paused, as did his +companions, while, in a tone of rage and anguish, he demanded, "Where +is Sir Eustace?" +</P> + +<P> +"Ah! Master d'Aubricour, 'twas not me, 'twas the traitor, +Sanchez—'twas Tristan," was the answer. "Oh, mercy, for our blessed +Lady's sake!" +</P> + +<P> +"No mercy, dogs! till ye have shown me Sir Eustace in life and limb." +</P> + +<P> +"Alas! alas! Master d'Aubricour!" This cry arose from some of the +English; and Gaston, springing towards the bartizan, beheld the +senseless form of his beloved Knight lying stretched in a pool of his +own blood! Pouring out lamentations in the passionate terms of the +South, tearing his hair at having been beguiled into leaving the +Castle, and vowing the most desperate vengeance against Clarenham and +his accomplices, he lifted his master from the ground, and, as he did +so, he fancied he felt a slight movement of the chest, and a faint moan +fell upon his ear. +</P> + +<P> +What recked Gaston that the Castle was but half taken, that enemies +were around on every side? He saw only, heard only, thought only, of +Sir Eustace! What was life or death, prosperity or adversity, save as +shared with him! He lifted the Knight in his arms, and, hurrying up +the stone steps, placed him on his couch. +</P> + +<P> +"Bring water! bring wine!" he shouted as he crossed the hall. A +horse-boy followed with a pitcher of water, and Gaston, unfastening the +collar of his doublet, raised his head, held his face towards the air, +and deluged it with water, entreating him to look up and speak. +</P> + +<P> +A few long painful gasps, and the eyes were half unclosed, while a +scarce audible voice said, "Gaston! is it thou? I deemed it was over!" +and then the eyes closed again. Gaston's heart was lightened at having +heard that voice once more, even had that word been his last—and +answering, "Ay, truly, Sir Knight, all is well so you will but look +up," he succeed in pouring a little water into his mouth. +</P> + +<P> +He was interrupted by several of the men-at-arms, who came trooping up +to the door, looking anxiously at the wounded Knight, while the +foremost said, "Master Gaston, here is gear which must be looked to. +Thibault Sanchez and half a dozen more have drawn together in +Montfort's tower, and swear they will not come forth till we have +promised their lives." +</P> + +<P> +"Give them no such pledge!—Hang without mercy!" cried another voice +from behind. "Did not I myself hear the traitorous villains send off +Tristan de la Fleche to bear the news to Carcassonne? We shall have +the butcher of Bretagne at our throats before another hour is over." +</P> + +<P> +"Cowardly traitor!" cried Gaston. "Wherefore didst thou not cut the +throat of the caitiff, and make in to the rescue of the Knight?" +</P> + +<P> +"Why, Master d'Aubricour, the deed was done ere I was well awake, and +when it was done, and could not be undone, and we were but four men to +a dozen, what could a poor groom do? But you had better look to +yourself; for it is true as the legends of the saints, that Tristan is +gone to Carcassonne, riding full speed on the Knight's own black +charger!" +</P> + +<P> +The news seemed to have greater effect in restoring Eustace than any of +Gaston's attentions. He again opened his eyes, and made an effort to +raise his head, as he said, almost instinctively, "Secure the gates! +Warders, to your posts!" +</P> + +<P> +The men stood amazed; and Eustace, rallying, looked around him, and +perceived the state of the case. "Said you they had sent to summon the +enemy?" said he. +</P> + +<P> +"Martin said so," replied Gaston, "and I fear it is but too true." +</P> + +<P> +"Not a moment to be lost!" said Eustace. "Give me some wine!" and he +spoke in a stronger voice, "How many of you are true to King Edward and +to the Prince? All who will not fight to the death in their cause have +free leave to quit this Castle; but, first, a message must be sent to +Bordeaux." +</P> + +<P> +"True, Sir Eustace, but on whom can we rely?" asked Gaston. +</P> + +<P> +"Alas! I fear my faithful Ingram must be slain," said the Knight, +"else this could never have been. Know you aught of him?" he added, +looking anxiously at the men. +</P> + +<P> +The answer was a call from one of the men: "Here, John, don't stand +there grunting like a hog; the Knight is asking for you, don't you +hear?" +</P> + +<P> +A slight scuffle was heard, and in a few seconds the broad figure of +Ingram shouldered through the midst of the men-at-arms. He came, +almost like a man in a dream, to the middle of the room, and there, +suddenly dropping upon his knees, he clasped his hands, exclaiming, "I, +John Ingram, hereby solemnly vow to our blessed Lady of Taunton, and +St. Joseph of Glastonbury, that never more will I drink sack, or wine +or any other sort or kind, spiced or unspiced, on holiday or common +day, by day or night. So help me, our blessed Lady and St. Joseph." +</P> + +<P> +"Stand up, John, and let us know if you are in your senses," said +Gaston, angrily; "we have no time for fooleries. Let us know whether +you have been knave, traitor, or fool; for one or other you must have +been, to be standing here sound and safe." +</P> + +<P> +"You are right, Sir Squire," said Ingram, covering his face with his +hands. "I would I were ten feet underground ere I had seen this day;" +and he groaned aloud. +</P> + +<P> +"You have been deceived by their arts," said Eustace. "That I can well +believe; but that you should be a traitor, never, my trusty John!" +</P> + +<P> +"Blessings on you for the word, Sir Eustace!" cried the yeoman, while +tears fell down his rough cheeks. "Oh! all the wine in the world may +be burnt to the very dregs ere I again let a drop cross my lips! but it +was drugged, Sir Eustace, it was drugged—that will I aver to my dying +day." +</P> + +<P> +"I believe it," said Eustace; "but we must not wait to hear your tale, +John. You must take horse and ride with all speed to Bordeaux. One of +you go and prepare a horse—" +</P> + +<P> +"Take Brigliador!" said Gaston; "he is the swiftest. Poor fellow! well +that I spared him from our journey amid the mountain passes." +</P> + +<P> +"Then," proceeded Eustace, "bear the news of our case—that we have +been betrayed—that Clisson will be on us immediately—that we will do +all that man can do to hold out till succour can come, which I pray the +Prince to send us." +</P> + +<P> +"Take care to whom he addresses himself," said Gaston. "To some our +strait will be welcome news." +</P> + +<P> +"True," said Eustace. "Do thy best to see Sir John Chandos, or, if he +be not at the court, prefer thy suit to the Prince himself—to any save +the Earl of Pembroke. Or if thou couldst see little Arthur, it might +be best of all. Dost understand my orders, John?" +</P> + +<P> +"Ay, Sir," said Ingram, shaking his great head, while the tears still +flowed down his cheeks; "but to see you in this case!" +</P> + +<P> +"Think not of that, kind John," said Eustace; "death must come sooner +or later, and a sword-cut is the end for a Knight." +</P> + +<P> +"You will not, shall not die, Sir Eustace!" cried Gaston. "Your +wounds—" +</P> + +<P> +"I know not, Gaston; but the point is now, not of saving my life, but +the Castle. Speed, speed, Ingram! Tell the Prince, if this Castle be +taken, it opens the way to Bordeaux itself. Tell him how many brave +men it contains, and say to him that I pray him not to deem that +Eustace Lynwood hath disgraced his knighthood. Tell Arthur, too, to +bear me sometimes in mind, and never forget the line he comes of. Fare +thee well, good John!" +</P> + +<P> +"Let me but hear that I have your forgiveness, Sir Knight." +</P> + +<P> +"You have it, as freely as I hope for mercy. One thing more: should +you see Leonard Ashton, let him know that I bear him no ill-will, and +pray him not to leave the fair fame of his old comrade foully stained. +Farewell: here is my hand—do not take it as scorn that it is my +left—my right I cannot move—" +</P> + +<P> +The yeoman still stood in a sort of trance, gazing at him, as if unable +to tear himself away. +</P> + +<P> +"See him off, Gaston," said the Knight; "then have the walls properly +manned—all is in your hands." +</P> + +<P> +Gaston obeyed, hurrying him to the gate, and giving him more hope of +Sir Eustace's recovery than he felt; for he knew that nothing but the +prospect of saving him was likely to inspire the yeoman with either +speed or pertinacity enough to be of use. He fondly patted Brigliador, +who turned his neck in amaze at finding it was not his master who +mounted him, and having watched them for a moment, he turned to look +round the court, which was empty, save for the bodies of those whom he +had slain in his furious onset. He next repaired to the hall, where he +found the greater part of the men loitering about and exchanging +different reports of strange events which had taken place:—"He can't +be a wizard, for certain," said one, "or he never would be in this +case, unless his bargain was up." +</P> + +<P> +"It were shame not to stand by him now in the face of the enemy," said +another. "How bold he spoke, weak and wounded as he was!" +</P> + +<P> +"He is of the old English stock," said a third,—"a brave, +stout-hearted young Knight." +</P> + +<P> +"Well spoken, old Simon Silverlocks," said Gaston, entering. "I doubt +where you would find another such within the wide realm of France." +</P> + +<P> +"He is brave enough, that no man doubts," answered Simon, "but somewhat +of the strictest, especially considering his years. Sir Reginald was +nothing to him." +</P> + +<P> +"Was it not time to be strict when there was such a nest of treachery +within the Castle?" said Gaston. "We knew that murderous miscreant of +a Basque, and had we not kept well on our guard against him, you, +Master Simon, would long since have been hanging as high from +Montfort's tower as I trust soon to see him." +</P> + +<P> +"But how knew you him, Master d'Aubricour? that is the question," said +old Simon with a very solemn face of awe. +</P> + +<P> +"How? why by means of somewhat sharper eyes than you seem to possess. I +have no time to bandy words—all I come to ask is, will you do the duty +of honest men or not? If not, away with you, and I and the Knight will +abide here till it pleases Messire Oliver, the butcher, to practice his +trade on us. I remember, if some of the Lances of Lynwood do not, a +certain camp at Valladolid, when some of us might have been ill off had +he not stood by our beds of sickness; nor will I easily desert that +pennon which was so gallantly made a banner." +</P> + +<P> +These were remembrances to stir the hearts of the ancient Lances of +Lynwood, and there was a cry among them of, "We will never turn our +backs on it! Lynwood for ever!" +</P> + +<P> +"Right, mine old comrades. Our walls are strong; our hearts are +stronger; three days, and aid must come from Bordeaux. The traitors +are captives, and we know to whom to trust; for ye, of English birth, +and ye, my countrymen, who made in so boldly to the rescue, ye will not +fail at this pinch, and see a brave and noble Knight yielded to a pack +of cowardly murderers." +</P> + +<P> +"Never! never! We will stand by him to the last drop of our blood," +they replied; for the sight of the brave wounded Knight, as well as the +example of Gaston's earnestness and devotion, had had a powerful +effect, and they unanimously joined the Squire in a solemn pledge to +defend both Castle and Knight to the last extremity. +</P> + +<P> +"Then up with the good old banner!" said Gaston, "and let us give +Messire Oliver such a reception as he will be little prepared for." He +then gave some hasty directions, appointed old Silverlocks, a skilled +and tried warrior, to take the place of Seneschal for the time, and to +superintend the arrangements; and sending two men to guard the entrance +of Montfort's tower, where Sanchez and his accomplices had shut +themselves up, he returned to the Castellane's chamber. +</P> + +<P> +Never was there an apartment more desolate. Chateau Norbelle was built +more to be defended than to be inhabited, and the rooms were rather so +much inclosed space than places intended for comfort. The walls were of +unhewn stone, and, as well as the roof, thickly tapestried with +cobwebs,—the narrow loophole which admitted light was unglazed,—and +there was nothing in the whole chamber that could be called furniture, +save the two rude pallets which served the Knight and Squire for beds, +and a chest which had been forced open and rifled by the mutineers. +They had carried off Eustace's beloved books, to burn them in the court +as instruments of sorcery, and a few garments it had likewise contained +lay scattered about the room. Gaston hastened to the side of his +beloved Knight, almost dreading, from his silence and stillness, to +find him expiring. But he was only faint and exhausted, and when +Gaston raised him, and began to examine his wounds, he looked up, +saying, "Thanks, thanks, kind Gaston! but waste not your time here. +The Castle! the Castle!" +</P> + +<P> +"What care I for the Castle compared to your life!" said Gaston. +</P> + +<P> +"For my honour and your own," said Eustace, fixing his eyes on his +Squire's face. "Gaston, I fear you," he added, stretching out his hand +and grasping that of d'Aubricour; "if you survive, you will forget the +duty you owe the King, for the purpose of avenging me upon Clarenham. +If ever you have loved me, Gaston, give me your solemn promise that +this shall not be." +</P> + +<P> +"It was the purpose for which I should have lived," said Gaston. +</P> + +<P> +"You resign it?" said Eustace, still retaining his hold of his hand. +"You touch not one of my wounds till you have given me your oath." +</P> + +<P> +"I swear it, then," said Gaston, "since you will ever have your own +way, and I do it the rather that Messire Oliver de Clisson will +probably save me the pain of keeping the pledge." +</P> + +<P> +"You have taken all measures for defence?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes. The men-at-arms, such as are left, may be trusted, and have all +taken an oath to stand by us, which I do not think they will readily +break. The rest either made off with the baggage-mules, or were slain +when we broke in to your rescue, or are shut up with Le Borgne Basque +in Montfort's tower. I have sent the men to their posts, put them +under Silverlock's orders, and told him to come to me for directions." +</P> + +<P> +Eustace at last resigned himself into the Squire's hands. A broken +arm, a ghastly-looking cut on the head, and a deep thrust with a +poniard in the breast, seemed the most serious of the injuries he had +received; but there were numerous lesser gashes and stabs which had +occasioned a great effusion of blood, and he had been considerably +bruised by his fall. +</P> + +<P> +Gaston could attempt nothing but applying some ointment, sold by a Jew +at Bordeaux as an infallible cure for all wounds and bruises; and, +having done all he could for the comfort of his patient, quitted him to +attend to the defence of the Castle. +</P> + +<P> +His first visit was to Montfort's tower, one of the four flanking the +main body of the Castle. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, Master Thibault Sanchez, or, if you like it better, Le Borgne +Basque," cried he, "thank you for saving us some trouble. You have +found yourself a convenient prison there, and I hope you are at your +ease." +</P> + +<P> +"We shall see how you are at your ease, Master Gaston le Maure," +retorted Sanchez from the depths of the tower, "when another Borgne +shall make his appearance, and string you up as a traitor to King +Charles, your liege lord." +</P> + +<P> +"Le Borgne Basque talking of traitors and such gear!" returned Gaston; +"but he will tell a different tale when the succours come from the +Prince." +</P> + +<P> +"Ha! ha!" laughed Thibault, "a little bird whispered in mine ear that +you may look long for succour from Bordeaux." +</P> + +<P> +This was, in a great measure, Gaston's own conviction; but he only +replied the more vehemently that it could not fail, since neither +Knights nor Castles were so lightly parted with, and that he trusted +soon to have the satisfaction of seeing the inhabitants of the tower +receive the reward of their treachery. +</P> + +<P> +Thus they parted—Thibault, perfectly well satisfied to remain where he +was, since he had little doubt that Oliver de Clisson's speedy arrival +would set him at liberty, and turn the tables upon Gaston; and Gaston, +glad that, since he could not at present have the satisfaction of +hanging him, he was in a place where he could do no mischief, and +whence he could not escape. +</P> + +<P> +Now the warder on the watch-tower blew a blast, and every eye was +turned towards the eastern part of the country, where, in the direction +of Carcassonne, was to be seen a thick cloud of dust, from which, in +due time, were visible the flashes of armour, and the points of +weapons. Gaston, having given his orders, and quickened the activity +of each man in his small garrison, hurried down to bear the tidings to +Sir Eustace, and to array himself in his own brightest helmet and +gayest surcoat. +</P> + +<P> +Ascending again to the battlements, he could see the enemy approaching, +could distinguish the banner of Clisson, and count the long array of +men-at-arms and crossbow-men as they pursued their way through the +bright green landscape, now half hidden by a rising ground, now slowly +winding from its summit. +</P> + +<P> +At last they came to the foot of the slope. Gaston had already marked +the start and pause, which showed when they first recognized the +English standard; and there was another stop, while they ranged +themselves in order, and, after a moment's interval, a man-at-arms rode +forward towards the postern door, looked earnestly at it, and called +"Sanchez!" +</P> + +<P> +"Shoot him dead!" said Gaston to an English crossbow-man who stood +beside him; "it is the villain Tristan, on poor Ferragus." +</P> + +<P> +The arblast twanged, and Tristan fell, while poor Ferragus, after +starting violently, trotted round to the well-known gate, and stood +there neighing. "Poor fellow!" said Gaston, "art calling Brigliador? I +would I knew he had sped well." +</P> + +<P> +The French, dismayed by the reception of their guide, held back; but +presently a pursuivant came forward from their ranks, and, after his +trumpet had been sounded, summoned, in the name of the good Knight, +Messire Oliver de Clisson, the garrison of Chateau Norbelle to +surrender it into his hands, as thereto commissioned by his grace, +Charles, King of France. +</P> + +<P> +The garrison replied by another trumpet, and Gaston, standing forth +upon the battlements, over the gateway, demanded to speak with Sir +Oliver de Clisson, and to have safe-conduct to and from the open space +at the foot of the slope. This being granted, the drawbridge was +lowered, and the portcullis raised. Ferragus entered, and went +straight to his own stall; and Gaston d'Aubricour came forth in +complete armour, and was conducted by the pursuivant to the leader of +the troop. Sir Oliver de Clisson, as he sat on horseback with the +visor of his helmet raised, had little or nothing of the appearance of +the courteous Knight of the period. His features were not, perhaps, +originally as harsh and ill-formed as those of his compeer, Bertrand du +Guesclin, but there was a want of the frank open expression and +courteous demeanour which so well suited the high chivalrous temper of +the great Constable of France. They were dark and stern, and the loss +of an eye, which had been put out by an arrow, rendered him still more +hard-favoured. He was, in fact, a man soured by early injuries—his +father had been treacherously put to death by King John of France, when +Duke of Normandy, and his brother had been murdered by an +Englishman—his native Brittany was torn by dissensions and +divisions—and his youth had been passed in bloodshed and violence. He +had now attained the deserved fame of being the second Knight in +France, honourable and loyal as regarded his King, but harsh, rigid, +cruel, of an unlovable temper, which made him in after years a mark for +plots and conspiracies; and the vindictive temper of the Celtic race +leading him to avenge the death of his brother upon every Englishman +who fell into his hands. +</P> + +<P> +"So, Sir Squire!" exclaimed he, in his harsh voice, "what excuse do you +come to make for slaying my messenger ere he had time to deliver his +charge?" +</P> + +<P> +"I own him as no messenger," returned Gaston. "He was a renegade +traitor from our own Castle, seeking his accomplice in villainy!" +</P> + +<P> +"Well, speak on," said Oliver, to whom the death of a man-at-arms was a +matter of slight importance. "Art thou come to deliver up the Castle +to its rightful lord?" +</P> + +<P> +"No, Messire Oliver," replied Gaston. "I come to bring the reply of +the Castellane, Sir Eustace Lynwood, that he will hold out the Castle +to the last extremity against all and each of your attacks." +</P> + +<P> +"Sir Eustace Lynwood? What means this, Master Squire? Yonder knave +declared he was dead!" +</P> + +<P> +"Hear me, Sir Oliver de Clisson," said Gaston. "Sir Eustace Lynwood +hath a pair of mortal foes at the Prince's court, who prevailed on a +part of the garrison to yield him into your hands. In my absence, they +in part succeeded. By the negligence of a drunken groom they were +enabled to fall upon him in his sleep, and, as they deemed, had +murdered him. I, returning with the rest of the garrison, was enabled +to rescue him, and deliver the Castle, where he now lies—alive, +indeed, but desperately wounded. Now, I call upon you, Sir Oliver, to +judge, whether it be the part of a true and honourable Knight to become +partner of such miscreants, and to take advantage of so foul a web of +treachery?" +</P> + +<P> +"This may be a fine tale for the ears of younger knights-errant, Sir +Squire," was the reply of Clisson. "For my part though I am no lover +of treason, I may not let the King's service be stayed by scruples. +For yourself, Sir Squire, I make you a fair offer. You are, by your +tongue and countenance, a Gascon—a liegeman born of King Charles of +France. To you, and to every other man of French birth, I offer to +enter his service, or to depart whither it may please you, with arms +and baggage, so you will place the Castle in our hands—and leave us to +work our will of the island dogs it contains!" +</P> + +<P> +"Thanks, Sir Oliver, for such a boon as I would not vouchsafe to stoop +to pick up, were it thrown at my feet!" +</P> + +<P> +"Well and good, Sir Squire," said Clisson, rather pleased at the bold +reply. "We understand each other. Fare thee well." +</P> + +<P> +And Gaston walked back to the Castle, muttering to himself, "Had it +been but the will of the Saints to have sent Du Guesclin hither, then +would Sir Eustace have been as safe and free as in Lynwood Keep itself! +But what matters it? If he dies of his wounds, what good would my life +do me, save to avenge him—and from that he has debarred me. So, grim +Oliver, do thy worst!—Ha!" as he entered the Castle—"down +portcullis—up drawbridge! Archers, bend your bows! Martin, stones +for the mangonel!" +</P> + +<P> +Nor was the assault long delayed. Clisson's men only waited to secure +their horses and prepare their ladders, and the attack was made on +every side. +</P> + +<P> +It was well and manfully resisted. Bravely did the little garrison +struggle with the numbers that poured against them on every side, and +the day wore away in the desperate conflict. +</P> + +<P> +Sir Eustace heard the loud cries of "Montjoie St. Denis! Clisson!" on +the one side, and the "St. George for Merry England! A Lynwood!" with +which his own party replied; he heard the thundering of heavy stones, +the rush of combatants, the cries of victory or defeat. Sometimes his +whole being seemed in the fight; he clenched his teeth, he shouted his +war-cry, tried to raise himself and lift his powerless arm; then +returned again to the consciousness of his condition, clasped either +the rosary or the crucifix, and turned his soul to fervent prayer; +then, again, the strange wild cries without confounded themselves into +one maddening noise on his feverish ear, or, in the confusion of his +weakened faculties, he would, as it were, believe himself to be his +brother dying on the field of Navaretta, and scarce be able to rouse +himself to a feeling of his own identity. +</P> + +<P> +So passed the day—and twilight was fast deepening into night, when the +cries, a short time since more furious than ever, and nearer and more +exulting on the part of the French, at length subsided, and finally +died away; the trampling steps of the men-at-arms could be heard in the +hall below, and Gaston himself came up with hasty step, undid his +helmet, and, wiping his brow, threw himself on the ground with his back +against the chest, saying, "Well, we have done our devoir, at any rate! +Poor Brigliador! I am glad he has a kind master in Ingram!" +</P> + +<P> +"Have they won the court?" asked Eustace. "I thought I heard their +shouts within it." +</P> + +<P> +"Ay! Even so. How could we guard such an extent of wall with barely +five and twenty men? Old Silverlocks and Jaques de l'Eure are slain +Martin badly wounded, and we all forced back into the inner court, +after doing all it was in a man to do." +</P> + +<P> +"I heard your voice, bold and cheerful as ever, above the tumult," said +Eustace. "But the inner court is fit for a long defence—that +staircase parapet, where so few can attack at once." +</P> + +<P> +"Ay," said Gaston, "it was that and the darkness that stopped them. +There I can detain them long enough to give the chance of the succours, +so those knaves below do not fail in spirit—and they know well enough +what chance they have from yon grim-visaged Breton! But as to those +succours, I no more expect them than I do to see the Prince at their +head! A hundred to one that he never hears of our need, or, if he +should, that Pembroke and Clarenham do not delay the troops till too +late." +</P> + +<P> +"And there will be the loss of the most important castle, and the most +faithful and kindest heart!" said Eustace. "But go, Gaston—food and +rest you must need after this long day's fight—and the defences must +be looked to, and the men cheered!" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," said Gaston, slowly rising, and bending over the Knight; "but is +there nought I can do for you, Sir Eustace?" +</P> + +<P> +"Nought, save to replenish my cup of water. It is well for me that the +enemy have not cut us off from the Castle well." +</P> + +<P> +Gaston's supper did not occupy him long. He was soon again in +Eustace's room, talking over his plan of defence for the next day; but +with little, if any, hope that it would be other than his last +struggle. At last, wearied out with the exertions of that day and the +preceding, he listened to Eustace's persuasions, and, removing the more +cumbrous portions of his armour, threw himself on his bed, and, in a +moment, his regular breathings announced that he was sound asleep. +</P> + +<P> +It was in the pale early light of dawn that he awoke, and, starting up +while still half asleep, exclaimed, "Sir Eustace, are you there? I +should have relieved guard long since!" Then, as he recalled his +situation, "I had forgot! How is it with you, Sir Eustace? Have you +slept?" +</P> + +<P> +"No," said Eustace. "I have not lost an hour of this last night I +shall ever see. It will soon be over now—the sun is already reddening +the sky; and so, Gaston, ends our long true-hearted affection. Little +did I think it would bring thee to thy death in the prime of they +strength and manhood!" and he looked mournfully on the lofty stature +and vigorous form of the Squire, as he stood over him. +</P> + +<P> +"For that, Sir Eustace, there is little cause to grieve. I have been a +wanderer, friendless and homeless, throughout my life; and save for +yourself, and, perhaps, poor little Arthur's kind heart, where is one +who would cast a second thought on me, beyond, perhaps, saying, 'He was +a brave and faithful Squire!' But little, little did I think, when I +saw your spurs so nobly won, that this was to be the end of it—that +you were to die, defamed and reviled, in an obscure den, and by the +foul treachery of—" +</P> + +<P> +"Speak not of that, Gaston," said Eustace. "I have dwelt on it in the +long hours of the night, and I have schooled my mind to bear it. Those +with whom we shall soon be, know that if I have sinned in many points, +yet I am guiltless in that whereof they accuse me—and, for the rest, +there are, at least, two who will think no shame of Eustace Lynwood. +And now, if there is yet time, Gaston, since no Priest is at hand, I +would pray thee to do me the last favour of hearing the confession of +my sins." +</P> + +<P> +And Gaston kneeling down, the Knight and Squire, according to the +custom of warriors in extremity, confessed to each other, with the +crucifix raised between them. Eustace then, with his weak and failing +voice, repeated several prayers and psalms appropriate to the occasion, +in which Gaston joined with hearty devotion. By this time, a slight +stir was heard within the Castle; and Gaston, rising from his knees, +went to the loophole, which commanded a view of the court, where the +French had taken up their quarters for the night in some of the +outbuildings—and the lion rampant of Clisson was waving in triumph on +the gateway tower. +</P> + +<P> +"All silent there," said he; "but I must go to rouse our knaves in time +to meet the first onset." And, as he clasped on his armour, he +continued, "All that is in the power of man will we do! Rest assured, +Sir Eustace, they reach you not save through my body; and let your +prayers be with me. One embrace, Sir Eustace, and we meet no more—" +</P> + +<P> +"In this world." Eustace concluded the sentence, as Gaston hung over +him, and his tears dropped on his face. "Farewell, most faithful and +most true-hearted! Go, I command thee! Think not on me—think on thy +duty—and good angels will be around us both. Farewell, farewell." +</P> + +<P> +Gaston, for the first time in his life, felt himself unable to speak. +He crossed the room with slow and lingering step; then, with a great +effort, dashed out at the door, closing his visor as he did so, and, +after a short interval, during which he seemed to have stopped on the +stairs, Eustace could hear his gay bold tones, calling, "Up! up! my +merry men, all! Let not the French dogs find the wolf asleep in his +den. They will find our inner bartizan a hard stone for their +teeth—and it will be our own fault, if they crack it before the coming +of our brave comrades from Bordeaux!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap14"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XIV +</H3> + +<P> +The open space beyond the walls of Bordeaux presented a bright and +lively scene. It was here that the pages of the Black Prince were wont +to exercise those sports and pastimes for which the court of the palace +scarce offered sufficient space, or which were too noisy for the +neighbourhood of the ladies, and of the invalid Prince. +</P> + +<P> +Of noble and often of princely birth were all who entered that school +of chivalry, and, for the most part, the fine open countenances, noble +bearing, and well-made figures of the boys, testified their high +descent, as completely as the armorial bearings embroidered on the back +and front of their short kirtles. Many different provinces had sent +their noblest to be there trained in the service of the bravest Knights +and Princes. There, besides the brown-haired, fair-skinned English +boy, was the quick fiery Welsh child, who owned an especial allegiance +to the Prince; the broad blue-eyed Fleming, whose parents rejoiced in +the fame of the son of Philippa of Hainault; the pert, lively Gascon, +and the swarthy Navarrese mountaineer—all brought together in close +and ever-changing contrast of countenance, habits, and character. +</P> + +<P> +Of all the merry groups scattered through that wide green space, the +most interesting was one formed by three boys, who stood beneath a +tree, a little from the rest. The two eldest might be from ten to +eleven years old, the third two or three years younger, and his +delicate features, fair pale complexion, and slender limbs, made him +appear too weak and childish for such active sports as the rest were +engaged in, but that the lordly glance of his clear blue eye, his firm +tread, and the noble carriage of his shapely head, had in them +something of command, which attracted notice even before the exceeding +beauty of his perfectly moulded face, and long waving curls of golden +hair. +</P> + +<P> +So like him, that they might have passed for brothers, was one of the +elder boys, who stood near—there was the same high white brow, proud +lip, regular features, and bright eye; but the complexion, though +naturally fair, was tanned to a healthy brown where exposed to the sun; +the frame was far stronger and more robust; and the glance of the eye +had more in it of pride and impatience, than of calm command so +remarkable in the little one. The three boys were standing in +consultation over an arrow which they had just discovered, stuck deep +in the ground. +</P> + +<P> +"'Tis my arrow, that I shot over the mark on Monday," said the elder. +</P> + +<P> +"Nay, Harry," said the younger boy, "that cannot be; for remember +Thomas Holland said your arrow would frighten the good nuns of St. +Ursula in their garden." +</P> + +<P> +"It must be mine," persisted Harry—"for none of you all can shoot as +far." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, English Arthur can," said the little boy. "He shot a whole +cloth-yard beyond you the day—" +</P> + +<P> +"Well, never mind, Edward," said Harry, sharply—"who cares for +arrows?—weapons for clowns, and not for Princes!" +</P> + +<P> +"Nay, not so, Lord Harry," interrupted the third boy: "I have heard my +uncle say, many a time, that England's archery is half her +strength—and how it was our archers at the battle of Crecy—" +</P> + +<P> +"I know all that—how the men of Genoa had wet bow-strings, and ours +dry ones," said Henry; "but they were peasants, after all!" +</P> + +<P> +"Ay; but a King of England should know how to praise and value his good +yeomen." +</P> + +<P> +Henry turned on his heel, and, saying, "Well, let the arrow be whose it +will, I care not for it," walked off. +</P> + +<P> +"Do you know why Harry of Lancaster goes, Arthur?" said Edward, smiling. +</P> + +<P> +"No, my Lord," replied Arthur. +</P> + +<P> +"He cannot bear to hear aught of King of England," was the answer. "If +you love me, good Arthur, vex him not with speaking of it." +</P> + +<P> +"Father Cyril would say, he ought to learn content with the rank where +he was born," said Arthur. +</P> + +<P> +"Father Cyril, again!" said Prince Edward. "You cannot live a day +without speaking of him, and of your uncle." +</P> + +<P> +"I do not speak of them so much now," said Arthur, colouring, "It is +only you, Lord Edward, who never make game of me for doing so—though, +I trow, I have taught Pierre de Greilly to let my uncle's name alone." +</P> + +<P> +"Truly, you did so," said Edward, laughing, "and he has scarce yet lost +his black eye. But I love to hear your tales, Arthur, of that quiet +Castle, and the old Blanc Etoile, and your uncle, who taught you to +ride. Sit down here on the grass, and tell me more. But what are you +staring at so fixedly? At the poor jaded horse, that yonder +man-at-arms is urging on so painfully?" +</P> + +<P> +"'Tis—No, it is not—Yes, 'tis Brigliador, and John Ingram himself," +cried Arthur. "Oh, my uncle! my uncle!" And, in one moment, he had +bounded across the ditch, which fenced in their exercising ground, and +had rushed to meet Ingram. "Oh, John!" exclaimed he, breathlessly, +"have they done it? Oh, tell me of Uncle Eustace! Is he alive?" +</P> + +<P> +"Master Arthur!" exclaimed Ingram, stopping his wearied horse. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, tell me, Ingram," reiterated Arthur, "is my uncle safe?" +</P> + +<P> +"He is alive, Master Arthur—that is, he was when I came away, but as +sore wounded as ever I saw a Knight. And the butcher of Brittany is +upon them by this time! And here I am sent to ask succours—and I know +no more whom to address myself, than the cock at the top of Lynwood +steeple!" +</P> + +<P> +"But what has chanced, John?—make haste, and tell me." +</P> + +<P> +And John, in his own awkward and confused style, narrated how he had +been entrapped by Sanchez, and the consequences of his excess. "But," +said he, "I have vowed to our Lady of Taunton, and St. Joseph of +Glastonbury, that never again—" +</P> + +<P> +Arthur had covered his face with his hands, and gave way to tears of +indignation and grief, as he felt his helplessness. But one hand was +kindly withdrawn, and a gentle voice said, "Weep not, Arthur, but come +with me, and my father will send relief to the Castle, and save your +uncle." +</P> + +<P> +"You here, Lord Edward?" exclaimed Arthur, who had not perceived that +the Prince had followed him. "Oh yes, thanks, thanks! None but the +Prince can save him. Oh, let me see him myself, and that instantly!" +</P> + +<P> +"Then, let us come," said Edward, still holding Arthur's hand. +</P> + +<P> +Arthur set off at such a pace, as to press the little Prince into a +breathless trot by his side; but he, too, was all eagerness, and +scorned to complain. They proceeded without interruption to the court +of the palace. Edward, leading the way, hastened to his mother's +apartments. He threw open the door, looked in, and, saying to Arthur, +"He must be in the council chamber," cut short an exclamation of Lady +Maude Holland, by shutting the door, and running down a long gallery to +an ante-chamber, where were several persons waiting for an audience, +and two warders, with halberts erect, standing on guard outside a +closed door. +</P> + +<P> +"The Prince is in council, my Lord." +</P> + +<P> +Edward drew up his head, and, waving them aside with a gesture that +became the heir of England, said, "I take it upon myself." He then +opened the door, and, still holding Arthur fast by the hand, led him +into the chamber where the Prince of Wales sat in consultation. +</P> + +<P> +There was a pause of amazement as the two boys advanced to the high +carved chair on which the Prince was seated—and Edward exclaimed, +"Father, save Arthur's uncle!" +</P> + +<P> +"What means this, Edward?" demanded the Prince of Wales, somewhat +sternly. "Go to your mother, boy—we cannot hear you now, and—" +</P> + +<P> +"I cannot go, father," replied the child, "till you have promised to +save Arthur's uncle! He is wounded!—the traitors have wounded +him!—and the French will take the Castle, and he will be slain! And +Arthur loves him so much!" +</P> + +<P> +"Come here, Edward," said the Prince, remarking the flushed cheek and +tearful eye of his son, "and tell me what this means." +</P> + +<P> +Edward obeyed, but without loosing his hold of his young friend's hand. +"The man-at-arms is come, all heat and dust, on the poor drooping, +jaded steed—and he said, the Knight would be slain, and the Castle +taken, unless you would send him relief. It is Arthur's uncle that he +loves so well." +</P> + +<P> +"Arthur's uncle?" repeated the Prince—and, turning his eyes on the +suppliant figure, he said, "Arthur Lynwood! Speak, boy." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, my Lord," said Arthur, commanding his voice with difficulty, "I +would only pray you to send succour to my uncle at Chateau Norbelle, +and save him from being murdered by Oliver de Clisson." +</P> + +<P> +It was a voice which boded little good to Arthur's suit that now spoke. +"If it be Sir Eustace Lynwood, at Chateau Norbelle, of whom the young +Prince speaks, he can scarce be in any strait, since the garrison is +more than sufficient." +</P> + +<P> +The little page started to his feet, and, regarding the speaker with +flashing eyes, exclaimed, "Hearken not to him, my Lord Prince! He is +the cause of all the treachery!—he is the ruin and destruction of my +uncle;—he has deceived you with his falsehoods!—and now he would be +his death!" +</P> + +<P> +"How now, my young cousin!" said Clarenham, in a most irritating tone +of indifference—"you forget in what presence you are." +</P> + +<P> +"I do not," replied Arthur, fiercely. "Before the Prince, Fulk +Clarenham, I declare you a false traitor!—and, if you dare deny it, +there lies my gloves!" +</P> + +<P> +Fulk only replied by a scornful laugh, and, addressing the Prince, +said, "May I pray of your Grace not to be over severe with my young +malapert relation." +</P> + +<P> +The Captal de Buch spoke: "You do not know what an adversary you have +provoked, Fulk! The other day, I met my nephew, little Pierre, with an +eye as black as the patch we used to wear in our young days of +knight-errantry. 'What wars have you been in, Master Pierre?' I asked. +It was English Arthur who had fought with him, for mocking at his +talking of nothing but his uncle. But you need not colour, and look so +abashed, little Englishman!—I bear no more malice than I hope Pierre +does—I only wish I had as bold a champion! I remember thine uncle, if +he is the youth to whom the Constable surrendered at Navaretta, and of +whom we made so much." +</P> + +<P> +"Too much then, and too little afterwards," said old Sir John Chandos. +</P> + +<P> +"You do not know all, Chandos," said the Prince. +</P> + +<P> +"You do not yourself know all, my Lord," said Arthur, turning eagerly. +"Lord de Clarenham has deceived you, and led you to imagine that my +uncle wished ill to me, and wanted to gain my lands; whereas it is he +himself who wants to have me in his hands to bend me to his will. It is +he who has placed traitors in Chateau Norbelle to slay my uncle and +deliver him to the enemy; they have already wounded him almost to +death"—here Arthur's lips quivered, and he could hardly restrain a +burst of tears—"and they have sent for Sir Oliver de Clisson, the +butcher. Gaston will hold out as long as they can, but if you will not +send succours, my Lord, he will—will be slain; and kind Gaston too;" +and Arthur, unable to control himself any longer, covered his face with +his hands, and gave way to a silent suppressed agony of sobs and tears. +</P> + +<P> +"Cheer thee, my boy," said the Prince, kindly; "we will see to thine +uncle." Then, looking at his nobles, he continued, "It seems that +these varlets will allow us no more peace; and since there does in +truth appear to be a Knight and Castle in jeopardy, one of you had, +perhaps, better go with a small band, and clear up this mystery. If it +be as the boy saith, Lynwood hath had foul wrong." +</P> + +<P> +"I care not if I be the one to go, my Lord," said Chandos; "my men are +aver kept in readiness, and a night's gallop will do the lazy knaves +all the good in the world." +</P> + +<P> +Arthur, brushing off the tears, of which he was much ashamed, looked at +the old Knight in transport. +</P> + +<P> +"Thanks, Chandos," said the Prince; "I would commit the matter to none +so willingly as to you, though I scarce would have asked it, +considering you were not quite so prompt on a late occasion." +</P> + +<P> +"My Lord of Pembroke will allow, however, that I did come in time," +said Sir John. "It was his own presumption and foolhardiness that got +him into the scrape, and he was none the worse for the lesson he +received. But this young fellow seems to have met with this mischance +by no fault of his own; and I am willing to see him righted; for he is +a good lad as well as a brave, as far as I have known him." +</P> + +<P> +"How came the tidings?" asked the Prince. "Did not one of you boys say +somewhat of a man-at-arms?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, my Lord," said Arthur; "John Ingram, my uncle's own yeoman, has +come upon Brigliador with all speed. I sent him to the guard-room, +where he now waits in case you would see him." +</P> + +<P> +"Ay," said old Chandos, "a man would have some assurance that he is not +going on a fool's errand. Let us have him here, my Lord." +</P> + +<P> +"Cause him to be summoned," said the Prince to Arthur. +</P> + +<P> +"And at the same time," said Chandos, "send for my Squire, Henry +Neville, to the ante-chamber. The men may get on their armour in the +meantime." +</P> + +<P> +In a few minutes John Ingram made his appearance, the dust not yet +wiped from his armour, his hair hanging is disordered masses over his +forehead, and his jaws not completely resting from the mastication of a +huge piece of pasty. His tale, though confused, could not be for an +instant doubted, as he told of the situation in which he had left +Chateau Norbelle and its Castellane, "The best man could wish to live +under. Well, he hath forgiven me, and given me his hand upon it." +</P> + +<P> +"Forgiven thee—for what?" said the Prince. +</P> + +<P> +"Ah! my Lord, I may speak of treason, but I am one of the traitors +myself! Did not the good Knight leave me in charge to make my rounds +constantly in the Castle, while he slept after his long watching? and +lo, there comes that wily rascal, the Seneschal, Sanchez, with his +''Tis a cold night, friend John; the Knight wakes thee up early; come +down to the buttery, and crack a cup of sack in all friendliness!' +Down then go I, oaf that I was, thinking that, may be, our Knight was +over strict and harsh, and pulled the reins so tight, that a poor +man-at-arms must needs get a little diversion now and then—as the +proverb says, 'when the cat's away, the mice may play.' But it was +drugged, my Lord, else when would one cup of spiced wine have so +overcome me that I knew nought till I hear Master d'Aubricour shouting +treason in the courtyard like one frantic? But the Knight has forgiven +me, and I have sworn to our blessed Lady of Taunton, and St. Joseph of +Glastonbury, that not a draught of wine, spiced or unspiced, shall +again cross my lips." +</P> + +<P> +"A wholesome vow," said the Prince; "and her is a token to make thee +remember it,"—and he placed in the hand of the yeoman a chain of some +value. "Go to the guard-room, where you shall be well entertained till +such time as we need thee again, as we may, if you have been, as you +say, long in Sir Eustace Lynwood's service. But what now? Hast more to +say?" +</P> + +<P> +"I would say—so please you, my Lord—that I pray you but to let me +ride back to Chateau Norbelle with this honourable Knight, for I owe +all service to Sir Eustace, nor could I rest till I know how it fares +with him." +</P> + +<P> +"As you will, good fellow," said the Prince; "and you, Chandos, come +with me to my chamber—I would speak with you before you depart." +</P> + +<P> +"My Lord," said Arthur, "would you but grant me one boon—to go with +Sir John to Chateau Norbelle?" +</P> + +<P> +"You too? You would almost make me think you all drawn by witchcraft +to this Castle!" But Arthur's eagerness extorted a consent, and he +rode off amid Sir John Chandos's troop, boldly enough at first, but by +and by so sleepily, that, as night advanced, Sir John ordered him to be +placed in front of a trooper, and he soon lost all perception of the +rough rapid pace at which they travelled. It was broad day when he was +awakened by a halt, and the first thing he heard was, "There is St. +George's pennon still safe!" +</P> + +<P> +He sat upright, gazed eagerly forwards, and beheld a tall dark tower +rising by the bank of a stream at some distance. "Chateau Norbelle?" +he asked. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, ho! my little page," said Chandos. "You are alive again, are you? +Ay, Chateau Norbelle it is—and we are in time it seems! But let us +have you on your own steed again. And let us see—if Oliver be there +himself, we shall have sharp work. Ay, keep you by the side of the old +master leech there—he will be sure to keep out of peril. Now—close +in—lances in rest—bows bent. Forward banner!" +</P> + +<P> +Arthur, by no means approving of the companionship assigned him, +contrived to wedge in his pony a little in the rear of Sir John's two +Squires, as the whole squadron rode down the slope of the hill, and up +the ascent on which the Castle stood. Loud cries and shrieks from +within began to strike their ears—the clash of arms—all the tumult of +attack and defence raging fearfully high and wild. +</P> + +<P> +"Ho, ho! friend Oliver!—we have you in a trap!" said old Chandos, in +high glee, as he drew up close without the walls. "Neville, guard the +gates!" +</P> + +<P> +He signed to about half his band to remain without, and cut off the +retreat of the enemy. The Jew doctor chose his post in their rear, +close to the Castle moat—but not so Arthur. Unnoticed and forgotten, +he still kept close behind the Squire, who rode alongside of Sir John +Chandos, as he crossed the drawbridge. The Castle gate was open, and +showed a wild confused mass of struggling men and flashing arms. It +was the last, most furious onset, when Clisson, enraged by the long +resistance of so weak a garrison, was concentrating his strength in one +effort, and, in the excitement of the assault, he had failed to remark +that his sentinels had transgressed his orders, and mingled with the +crowd, who were striving, by force of numbers, to overwhelm the small +troop of defenders of the bartizan. +</P> + +<P> +In rushed Chandos, shouting his war-cry!—In dashed his stout warriors, +and loud and fierce pealed forth "St. George! St George!" drowning the +now feebler note of "Montjoie, St. Denis!" and fearful were the shrieks +of horror and of pain that rose mingled with it. Hemmed in, attacked in +front and rear, their retreat cut off, the French looked in vain for +escape; some went down beneath the tremendous charge of the English, +some cried for mercy, and surrendered as prisoners. Oliver de Clisson +himself, seeing that all was lost, swinging round his head his heavy +battle-axe, opened for himself a way, and, with a few followers, broke +through the men whom Chandos had left outside, and, cutting down a +groom who was holding it, captured one of his led horses, on which he +rode off at his leisure, confident in his own gigantic strength. +</P> + +<P> +So little resistance had been offered, that Arthur's bold advance had +involved him in little danger; he was borne onwards, and only was +conscious of a frightful tumult, where all seemed to be striking and +crushing together. At last, there was something of a lull; the cries +of mercy, and offers to surrender, alone were heard. Arthur found his +pony standing still, and himself pressed hither and thither by the +crowd, from which he knew not how to escape. +</P> + +<P> +Above these various sounds he heard an opening door—there was a press +forward, which carried him with it. The heavy doors, shivered here and +there by Clisson's axe, had been thrown wide open; but the crowd closed +in—he saw no more. He threw himself from his pony, struggled +forwards, and at last, emerging between the arms of two tall men, he +beheld Sir John Chandos dismounting from his war-horse, which was held +by a grim, bloody, dusty figure in broken armour, whose length of limb, +and the crisp, black, curled hair that showed through the shattered +helmet, proved that it could be no other than Gaston d'Aubricour. +</P> + +<P> +Arthur darted forwards, his heart upon his lips; but neither Knight nor +Squire had eye or ear for him; they were hastily exchanging queries +about—he knew not what—they were not of his uncle; and, borne on by +his impatience, he hurried past them up the narrow stone stair. More +than one corpse—a ghastly sight—lay on the steps, but he hastened on; +half a dozen men were standing on the stones at the top, all, like +Gaston, dusty and gory, and leaning on their weapons, or on the wall, +as if exhausted. They were looking intently at the court, and gave no +heed to the boy, as he ran on into the hall. Two men lay there +groaning before the fire. Arthur stood and looked round, hesitating +whether to ask them for his uncle; but, perceiving the spiral stairs, +quickly ascended. Far and far up he wound, till he came to a low-browed +arch; he paused, and saw a large vaulted room, through the loop-hole +window of which shone a yellow stream of golden sunshine. There was a +low bed in one corner, and on it lay a motionless form. On tiptoe, and +with a throbbing heart, the boy approached; he saw the face—it was +ghastly pale. He stood transfixed—could it be?—yes, it must still +be, his own Uncle Eustace. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap15"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XV +</H3> + +<P> +It was still very early, and the narrow line of sky seen from the +turret window was gilded by the bright pale-green light of morning, +when Sir Eustace awoke. All around was perfectly still, and he could +have believed himself waking merely from a dream of tumult and +disturbance, but for his feelings of pain and weakness. At some little +distance lay, on a softly-dressed sheepskin, the oriental figure of the +Jewish mediciner, and, at the foot of his own bed, the unexpected form +of little Arthur reclined, half sitting, half lying, with his head +resting on his crossed arms, and his long curls floating over them. +All was a riddle to his misty remembrance, clouded by weakness; and, in +vague uncertain recollections and conjectures, the time rolled away, +till the sounds of awakening and calls of the warders within the Castle +betokened that it was occupied by no small number of persons. Still +Arthur slept on, and Eustace abstained from the slightest movement that +could disturb him, till a step stole quietly to the door, and Gaston's +head was seen cautiously and anxiously looking in. Eustace, raising +his hand, beckoned him, and made a sign of silence. +</P> + +<P> +"How is with you, Sir Eustace? It must needs be better. I see a light +in your eye once more." +</P> + +<P> +"I am another man since yesterday, Gaston; but be careful—see there." +</P> + +<P> +"Little fear of breaking such sleep as that," said Gaston. "'Tis a +noble-hearted little fellow, and if matters go better with us +henceforth, it will be his work." +</P> + +<P> +"What is become of Clisson?" +</P> + +<P> +"He was riding off headlong when Master Henry Neville last beheld him, +gaining thereby a sound rating from old Chandos." +</P> + +<P> +"Sir John Chandos here?" +</P> + +<P> +"Fast asleep in your own carved chair, with his feet on the oaken +settle." +</P> + +<P> +"Sir John Chandos!" again exclaimed Eustace. +</P> + +<P> +"Even so. All thanks to the brave young damoiseau who—" +</P> + +<P> +Here Gaston's ardour had the effect of awakening the doctor, who +immediately began to grumble at his patient's admitting visitors +without permission. By the time he had examined Eustace's wounds and +pronounced him to be progressing favourably, the whole Castle was up +and awake, and Arthur, against his will, was sent down to attend on Sir +John Chandos at breakfast, when scarce satisfied that his uncle could +speak to him. +</P> + +<P> +In process of time he came up to announce a visit from Chandos himself, +and close on his steps followed the stalwart old warrior. Pausing at +the door, he looked around him, struck with the aspect of the +dungeon-like apartment, still more rugged in the morning light than in +the evening gloom—the bare rough walls, an arrow sticking between the +stones immediately above the Knight's head, the want of furniture, the +Knight's own mantle and that of Gaston both called into requisition to +protect him from the damp chill night air, their bright hues and rich +embroidery contrasting with the squalid appearance of all around, as, +indeed, did the noble though pale features of the wounded man himself, +and the graceful attire and shining hair of the fair young boy who +stood over him. But Sir John beheld all with no dissatisfaction. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, my brave young Sir," said he, advancing, "how is it with you +this morning? You look cheerily; I trust we shall soon have you on +horseback again." +</P> + +<P> +"Thanks to the blessed Saints and to you, Sir John," replied Eustace. +"I fear you fared ill last night for,"—and he looked round with a +smile—"you see, I occupy the state bed-chamber." +</P> + +<P> +"The better, Sir Eustace," said Chandos. "It does my heart good to see +such a chamber as this—none of the tapestry and hangings which our +young Knights nowadays fence themselves with, as if they kept out the +foe—this is what it is meant for—a stronghold, and not a bower. I'll +have my dainty young Master Neville up here, to see how a good Knight +should be lodged." +</P> + +<P> +"I fear he would scarce consider it as an example," said Eustace, +smiling, "since all our simplicity would not have availed to protect +us, but for your coming. We little dreamt to see this morning's light." +</P> + +<P> +"True, but where should I look for a garrison to make such a defence as +you and your Squire have done? When I saw the spot, and looked at the +numbers, and heard how long you had held out, methought I was returned +once more to the good old days of Calais. And here this youth of mine, +not yet with his spurs, though I dare say full five years older than +you, must needs look sour upon it, because he has to sleep on a settle +for one night—and that, too, when he has let Oliver de Clisson slip +through his fingers, without so much as a scratch taken or given on +either side! It grieves my very soul to think on it! But all has gone +to rack and ruin since the Prince has been unable to set the example." +</P> + +<P> +"Is the Prince better in health?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes—so they say—but his looks tell another tale, and I never expect +to see him on horseback again," said the old warrior, with a deep sigh. +"But I have to do his bidding here, and have much to ask of you, Sir +Eustace; and I do it the more willingly, that I rejoice to see a brave +man righted." +</P> + +<P> +"Has the Prince, then, commanded an inquiry into my conduct?" exclaimed +Eustace, joyfully. "It is what I have ever most warmly desired." +</P> + +<P> +"And know you whom you have to thank?" said Sire John. "That youngster +who stands at your feet—'twas he that, with little Prince Edward, +burst into the council, and let not another word be said till he had +told your need, given Fulk Clarenham the lie direct, and challenged him +to prove his words. Pray when is the defiance to be fought out, Sir +Page?" +</P> + +<P> +Arthur coloured crimson, and looked down; then raising his glowing +face, said firmly, "To-morrow, if need were, Sir—for God would defend +the right!" +</P> + +<P> +"Roundly spoken, Master Page! But let not your early years be all +talk, nothing worth." +</P> + +<P> +"The same warning that you gave to me, Sir John," said Eustace. +</P> + +<P> +"When you thought I looked coldly and churlishly on your new-won +honours," said Sir John. "I own I thought the Prince was bestowing +knighthood over lightly—and so do I say still, Sir Eustace. But I +saw, afterwards, that you were not so easily uplifted as I had thought. +I saw you as diligent in the study of all that was knightly as if your +spurs were yet to earn, and I knew the Prince had a brave young servant +in you." +</P> + +<P> +"If he would have trusted me!" said Eustace. +</P> + +<P> +"He hath been deceived by the flatterers who have gained his ear. It +should not have been thus had I been at court; but things have been +much against my counsel. It may be that I have been too plain +spoken—forgetting that he is not the boy who used to be committed to +my charge—it may be that he hath been over hasty—and yet, when I look +on his changed mien and wasted face, I can scarce blame him, nor must +you, Sir Eustace, though cruel injustice hath, I fear, been done you." +</P> + +<P> +"I blame our glorious Prince!" exclaimed the young Knight. "I would as +soon blame the sun in heaven because the clouds hide his face from me +for a time!" +</P> + +<P> +"The clouds are likely to be dispersed with a vengeance," said Chandos. +"The confession of yonder mutinous traitors will clear you from all +that your accusers have said, by proving their villainy and baseness!" +</P> + +<P> +"How? Sanchez and his fellows? Have they surrendered?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes. They kept themselves shut up in Montfort's tower until they lost +all hope of relief from their friends without; then, being in fear of +starvation, they were forced to surrender, and came forth, praying that +their lives might be spared. I, as you may suppose, would as lief have +spared the life of a wolf, and the halters were already round their +necks, when your dark-visaged Squire prayed me to attempt to gain a +confession from them; and, sure enough, they told a marvellous +tale:—that Clarenham had placed them here to deliver you up to the +enemy, whom they were to admit by a secret passage—and that they would +have done it, long since, save that you and your Squire not only +discovered the passage, but showed such vigilance, and so frustrated +all their plans, that they firmly believed that you held commerce with +the foul fiend. Did you, in truth, suspect their treachery?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," replied Eustace, looking at Arthur. "The recognition of Le +Borgne Basque in the Seneschal would have been sufficient to set us on +our guard." +</P> + +<P> +"But the passage?" asked Sir John, "what knowledge had you of that? for +they vow that you could never have discovered it but by art magic." +</P> + +<P> +"We found it by long and diligent search." +</P> + +<P> +"And what led you to search, Sir Eustace? I you can clear up the +matter, it will be the better for you; for this accusation of +witchcraft will hang to you like a burr—the more, perhaps, as you are +somewhat of a scholar!" +</P> + +<P> +"It was I who warned him of it, Sir Knight," said Arthur, stepping +forward. +</P> + +<P> +"You, young Page!" exclaimed Sir John. "Are you jesting? Ha! then you +must have, page-like, been eaves-dropping!—I should scarce have +thought it of you." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, uncle!" exclaimed Arthur, in great distress, "you do not believe +me capable of aught so unknightly? Do but say that you, at least, +trust my word, when I say that I learnt their plots by no means +unbecoming the son of Sir Reginald Lynwood." +</P> + +<P> +"I believe you fully, Arthur," replied his uncle; "the more, that I +should have been the last person to whom you would have brought +information gained in such a fashion." +</P> + +<P> +"And how was it gained?" asked Sir John. +</P> + +<P> +"That," said the boy, "is a secret I am bound never to disclose." +</P> + +<P> +"Strange, passing strange," repeated the old Knight, shaking his head. +"Clarenham and Ashton would scarce have taken any into their councils +who would warn you. And you will or can tell no more?" +</P> + +<P> +"No more," replied the boy. "I was bidden secretly to warn my uncle of +the entrance to the vaults, and of the treachery of this villain +garrison. I did so, and he who says aught dishonourable of him or of +me lies in his throat." +</P> + +<P> +"Can you read this riddle, Sir Eustace?" asked Chandos, looking rather +suspiciously at the very faint glow which mantled in the white cheek of +the wounded Knight. +</P> + +<P> +"I know nothing but what he has told you, Sir John," replied he. +</P> + +<P> +"Nor guess aught?" said Sir John; "but perhaps that is scarce a fair +query; and I will to the rest of my business, though it is scarce +needed—only I would have the Prince see the full extent of the +falsehoods with which he has been gulled." And he then proceeded to +inquire into the circumstances of Lady Eleanor's funeral, the brawling, +the violent abstraction of Arthur, and of a considerable portion of his +property, and the long delay, which had given his enemies so much +opportunity to blacken his character. Eustace explained all fully to +the satisfaction of Chandos, and appealed to numerous witnesses. +</P> + +<P> +"That is well," said the old Knight. "We shall have it all clear as +daylight;—and the only wonder is, that the Prince could be so long +deceived by such monstrous falsehoods. Let me see—your right to the +wardship is established?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes; it hath been so decided by the Bishop of Winchester." +</P> + +<P> +"And let me tell you, Sir Eustace, you did yourself little good by +getting the interest of the Duke of Lancaster. Methought it still +further prejudiced the Prince." +</P> + +<P> +"It was justice that I sought, not favour," said Eustace. +</P> + +<P> +"The knightly view," said Sir John; "and it was more the work of your +friends than yourself; but I never loved that young John of Lancaster, +and still less since he hath seemed willing to make a party for +himself. I trow he hath given the Prince a distrust of all uncles. +Ha! little varlet!" added he, as he met Arthur's eyes—"if you can keep +one secret, keep another, or, still better, forget what I have said. +Understandest thou?" +</P> + +<P> +"I will answer for him," said Eustace. +</P> + +<P> +"And now," said Chandos, "I must be on my way back; for that expedition +to Bescancon must be looked to. But what is to be done with the boy?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I remain here," cried Arthur, eagerly. "The Prince consented. Oh, +I pray of you let me stay here." +</P> + +<P> +"In this dismal old Castle, Arthur," said Eustace, "apart from all your +playmates? It will not be like home, remember; for scarce ever will +you be able to go beyond the walls—and with me lying here, and Gaston +always occupied, you will find it weary work." +</P> + +<P> +"Not with you, Uncle Eustace! I shall sit by you, and tend you, and +read to you. It is so long since I have been with you! Oh, send me +not away! I care for no playmate—for nothing in the wide world, as +for you!" +</P> + +<P> +"Well, let him e'en stay," said Sir John; "it will be a better training +for him than among the gilded little varlets who are cockered up among +Princess Joan's ladies." +</P> + +<P> +The two Knights had next to arrange some matters respecting the +garrison; Sir John leaving a sufficient number of men to secure the +castle in case of a second attack. He was somewhat inclined to leave +Master Henry Neville to command them; but consideration for Eustace and +Gaston induced him to spare the young gentleman a sojourn which he +would have regarded as so far from enviable. Nor was the leech more +desirous of a lengthened stay with a patient whom he suspected to be +unable to requite him for the discomfort which he might endure in his +service. He therefore pronounced Sir Eustace to stand in no further +need of his attentions; and recommending rest, and providing him with +good store of remedies, he saddled his mule to accompany Sir John +Chandos. +</P> + +<P> +The old Commander took his leave, with many kind wishes for Sir +Eustace's speedy recovery, and promises that he should ere long hear +from Bordeaux. In ten minutes more Arthur, standing at the window, +announced that the troop was riding off, with Clisson's pennon borne +among them in triumph, and Sanchez and his accomplices, with their +hands tied, and their feet fastened together beneath the bodies of +their horses. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap16"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER XVI +</H3> + +<P> +Four or five weeks had passed away since Sir John Chandos had quitted +the Chateau Norbelle. +</P> + +<P> +The Knight had nearly recovered his full strength, but still wore his +broken arm in a scarf, when, one evening, as he was sitting on the +battlements, delighting the ears of Arthur and of Gaston with an +interminable romance of chivalry, three or four horseman, bearing the +colours and badges of the Black Prince, were descried riding towards +the Castle. Knight, Squire, and Page instantly descended to the +courtyard, which, in short space, was entered by the messengers, the +principal of whom, an elderly man-at-arms, respectfully saluted the +Knight, and delivered to him a parchment scroll, tied with silk of +scarlet and blue, supporting the heavy seal of the Prince of Wales and +Duke of Aquitaine, and addressed to the hands of the honourable Knight +Banneret Sir Eustace Lynwood, Castellane of the Chateau Norbelle. This +document bore the signature of Edward himself, and contained his +mandate to Eustace, to come immediately to his court at Bordeaux, +leaving the command of the Chateau Norbelle to the bearer. +</P> + +<P> +The old man-at-arms was closely questioned all the evening respecting +the state of the court, but he could give little information. Sir John +Chandos was at Bordeaux, and had daily attended the council, to which +the Prince was devoting more attention than usual; a vessel had also +arrived bearing letters from England to the Prince; this was all the +information that could be obtained. +</P> + +<P> +The next morning Eustace, with Gaston, Arthur, and Ingram, all full of +expectation, and delighted at the change from the gloomy solitary old +Castle, were all posting on their way back to Bordeaux. They slept at +an hostel about twelve miles from the town, first, however, by desire +of the Prince's messengers, sending Ingram on to announce their speedy +arrival, and about ten in the morning rode into town. +</P> + +<P> +There was evidently some grand spectacle at hand, for the Bordelais, +gentle and simple, in holiday habits, were proceeding in the direction +of the palace; but the Knight and his attendants had no time to wait +for inquiries, and pressed on with the stream to the gates of the +courtyard, where they found warders placed, to keep back the dense +throng of people. At the mention of Sir Eustace's name they readily +and respectfully admitted him and his companions into the court. +</P> + +<P> +"Ha!" cried Gaston, "what means this? is there a tilt towards? This +reminds me of the good old days, ere the Prince fell ill. The lists, +the galleries, the ladies, the Prince's own chair of state, too! Oh, +Sir Eustace, I could tear my hair that you cannot yet use your sword +arm!" +</P> + +<P> +"Can it be a challenge on the part of Fulk?" said Eustace, "or a reply +to yours, Arthur? Yet that can hardly be. And see, there is no +barrier in the midst, only a huge block. What can be intended?" +</P> + +<P> +"I do not see Agnes among the ladies in the galleries," said Arthur, +looking up as eagerly, and more openly, than his uncle was doing. "And +oh, here comes the Princess,—yes, and Lord Edward and little Lord +Richard with her! And here is the Prince himself leaning on the Earl +of Cambridge! Uncle Eustace, Lord Edward is beckoning to me! May I +run to him?" +</P> + +<P> +"Come with me, since I must present myself," said Eustace, dismounting, +as one of the Prince's Squires held his horse. +</P> + +<P> +"And, oh! who is yonder dark-browed dwarfish Knight at the Prince's +right hand?" cried Arthur. +</P> + +<P> +Eustace could scarcely believe his eyes, as he looked where the boy +pointed. +</P> + +<P> +The royal party were now seated in full array on their raised platform; +the Prince upon his chair of state, with more brightness in his eye and +of vigour in his movements than when Eustace had last seen him; and at +his side sat his wife,—her features still retaining the majestic +beauty of Joan Plantagenet, the Fair Maid of Kent—but worn and faded +with anxiety. She watched her princely Lord with an eye full of care, +and could scarcely spare attention for the lovely child who clung to +her side, and whose brilliantly fair complexion, wavy flaxen hair, high +brow, and perfectly formed though infantine features, already promised +that remarkable beauty which distinguished the countenance of Richard +II. On the other side of the Prince sat his sister-in-law, the +Countess of Cambridge, a Spanish Infanta; and her husband, Edmund, +afterwards Duke of York, was beside the Princess of Wales. But more +wonderful than all, among them stood the Constable of France. The two +boys, Prince Edward and his cousin Henry of Lancaster, were stationed +as pages on each side of the Princess, but as their play-fellow, +Arthur, advanced with his uncle, they both sprang down the steps of the +gallery to meet him, and each took a hand. Edward, however, first +bethinking himself of the respect which, Prince as he was, he owed to a +belted Knight, made his reverence to Sir Eustace, who, at a sign from +the Prince of Wales, mounted the steps and bent his knee to the ground +before him. +</P> + +<P> +"Nay, Sir Eustace," said the Prince, bending forward, "it is rather I +who should kneel to you for pardon; I have used you ill, Eustace, and, +I fear me, transgressed the pledge which I gave to your brother on the +plain of Navaretta." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, say not so, my gracious liege," said Eustace, as tears gathered in +his eyes,—"it was but that your noble ear was deceived by the slanders +of my foes!" +</P> + +<P> +"True, Sir Eustace—yet, once, Edward of England would not have heard a +slanderous tale against one of his well-proved Knights without sifting +it well. But I am not as once I was—sickness hath unnerved me, and, I +fear me, hath often led me to permit what may have dimmed my fame. Who +would have dared to tell me that I should suffer my castles to be made +into traps for my faithful Knights? And now, Sir Eustace, that I am +about to repair my injustice towards you, let me feel, as a man whose +account for this world must ere long be closed, that I have your +forgiveness." +</P> + +<P> +The Prince took the hand of the young Knight, who struggled hard with +his emotion. "And here is another friend," he added—"a firmer friend, +though foe, than you have found some others." +</P> + +<P> +"Well met, my chivalrous godson," said the Constable du Guesclin, +holding out his hand. "I rejoice that my neighbour, Oliver, did not +put an end to your <I>faits d'armes</I>." +</P> + +<P> +"I marvel—," Eustace hardly found words between wonder and condolence. +The Prince caught the import of his hesitating sentences. +</P> + +<P> +"He thinks you a prisoner, Sir Bertrand," he said. "No, Sir Eustace, +Messire le Connetable is captive only in his good-will to you. I +wrote, to pray him to send me his witness to those last words of your +brother, since you had ever appealed to him, and he replied by an +offer, which does us too much honour, to become our guest." +</P> + +<P> +"I am no scribe, apart from my fairy Dame Tiphaine," said Du Guesclin, +abruptly. "It cost me less pains to ride hither,—besides that I +longed to renew my old English acquaintances, and see justice done to +you, fair godson." +</P> + +<P> +"Ha! Sir Bertrand, thou recreant!—so no other spell drew thee hither? +Thou hast no gallantry even for such an occasion as this!" said a gay +voice. +</P> + +<P> +"How should the ill-favoured Knight deal in gallantries?" said Du +Guesclin, turning. "Here is one far fitter for your Grace's eyes." +</P> + +<P> +"And you, discourteous Constable, were keeping him for you own behoof, +when all my maidens have been speaking for weeks of no name but the +Knight of the beleaguered Castle!" +</P> + +<P> +And Eustace had to kiss the fair hand of the Princess of Wales. +</P> + +<P> +In the meantime, the three boys were whispering together. "It is all +well, all gloriously well, is it not, Arthur, as I told you?" said +Edward. "I knew my father would settle all in his own noble fashion." +</P> + +<P> +"What said the master of the Damoiseaux?" asked Arthur, as the sight +of that severe functionary revived certain half-forgotten terrors. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, he, the old crab-stock!" said Henry,—"he looked sour enough at +first; but Edward kept your counsel well, till you were safe at a good +distance from Bordeaux; and then, though he said somewhat of +complaining to my Lord the Prince, it was too late to mend it. And when +Sir John Chandos came back, and bade him be content, he vowed you were +enough to spoil a whole host of pages; but did not we all wish some of +our uncles would get themselves betrayed?" +</P> + +<P> +"But what means all this preparation?" asked Arthur—"these lists! Oh, +surely, there is not to be a tourney, which I have so longed to see!" +</P> + +<P> +"No," said Edward, "that cannot be, my mother says, while my father is +so weakly and ill. But there are the trumpets! you will soon see what +will befall." +</P> + +<P> +And, with a loud blast of trumpets, the gorgeously arrayed heralds rode +into the court, followed by a guard of halberdiers, in the midst of +whom rode a Knight in bright armour, his visor closed, but his shield +and crest marking the Baron of Clarenham. +</P> + +<P> +When the trumpets had ceased, and the procession reached the centre of +the lists, they halted, and drew up in order,—the principal herald, +Aquitaine, immediately in front of the Prince. After another short +clear trumpet-blast, Aquitaine unrolled a parchment, and, in a loud +voice, proclaimed the confession of Fulk, Baron of Clarenham, of his +foul and unknightly conduct, in attempting to betray the person of the +good Knight and true, Eustace Lynwood, Knight Banneret, with that of +his Esquire, Gaston d'Aubricour, and of certain other trusty and +well-beloved subjects of his liege Lord, King Edward of England, +together with the fortalice, called Chateau Norbelle, in the county of +Gascogne, appertaining to my Lord Edward, Prince of Wales and Duke of +Aquitaine, into the hands of the enemy—having for that purpose +tampered with and seduced Thibault Sanchez, Seneschal of the Castle, +Tristan de la Fleche, and certain others, who, having confessed their +crime, have received their deserts, by being hung on a gallows—upon +which same gallows it was decreed by the authority of the Prince, Duke +and Governor of Aquitaine, that the shield of Fulk de Clarenham should +be hung—he himself being degraded from the honours and privileges of +knighthood, of which he had proved himself unworthy—and his lands +forfeited to the King, to be disposed of at his pleasure. +</P> + +<P> +Clarenham was then compelled to dismount from his horse, and to, first +one foot, and then the other, upon the block, where a broad red-faced +cook, raising his cleaver, cut off the golden spurs. Sir John Chandos, +as Constable of Aquitaine, then came forward, and, taking the shield +from the arm of Clarenham, gave it, reversed, into the hands of one of +the heralds, who carried it away. The belt, another token of +knighthood, was next unbuckled, and Chandos, taking the sword, broke it +in three pieces across his knee, saying, "Lie there, dishonoured +steel!" and throwing it down by the spurs. Lastly, the helmet, with the +baronial bars across the visor, was removed, and thrown to the ground, +leaving visible the dark countenance, where the paleness of shame and +the flush of rage alternated. +</P> + +<P> +"And now, away with the traitor, away with the recreant Knight! out +upon him!" cried in a loud voice Sir John Chandos, while the shout was +taken up by a deafening multitude of voices—in the midst of which the +degraded Knight and landless Baron made his way to the gate, and, as he +passed out, a redoubled storm of shouts and yells arose from without. +</P> + +<P> +"Out upon the traitor!" cried Harry of Lancaster with the loudest. +"Away with him! But, Edward, and you too, Arthur, why shout you not? +Hate you not traitors and treason?" +</P> + +<P> +"I would not join my voice with the rabble," said Edward, "and it makes +me sad to see knighthood fallen. What say you, Arthur?" +</P> + +<P> +"Alas! he is my mother's kinsman," said Arthur, "and I loved his name +for her sake as for that of Agnes too. Where is Agnes?" +</P> + +<P> +"In the Convent of the Benedictine nuns," said Edward. "But in your +ear, Arthur, what say you to our plan that she shall be heiress of her +brother's lands, on condition of her wedding—guess whom?" +</P> + +<P> +"Not mine uncle! Oh, Lord Edward, is it really so? How rejoiced old +Ralph would be!" +</P> + +<P> +"Speak not of it, Arthur—it was my mother who told me, when Agnes +craved permission to go to the Convent, and I feared she would become +one of those black-veiled nuns, and I should never see her more." +</P> + +<P> +"Where is my uncle?" asked Arthur, gazing round. "I thought he was +standing by the Lady Princess's chair—" +</P> + +<P> +"He went to speak to Sir John Chandos but now," said Prince Henry, "but +I see him not. Mark! what a lull in the sounds without!" +</P> + +<P> +In fact, the various cries of execration which had assailed Fulk +Clarenham on his exit from the gates of the Castle, after sounding more +and more violent for some minutes, had suddenly died away almost into +stillness—and the cause was one little guessed at within the court. +The unhappy Fulk was moving onwards, almost as in a dream, without aim +or object, other than to seek a refuge from the thousand eyes that +marked his disgrace, and the tongues that upbraided him with it; but, +in leaving the court, he entered upon a scene where danger, as well as +disgrace, was to be apprehended. The rabble of the town, ever pleased +at the fall of one whose station was higher than their own, mindful of +unpaid debts, and harsh and scornful demeanour, and, as natives, +rejoiced at the misfortune of a foreigner, all joined in one cry +of—"Away with the recreant Englishman!—down with him!—down with +him!" Every hand was armed with a stone, and brief would have been +Fulk's space for repentance, had not the cry in its savage tones struck +upon the ear of Eustace as he stood in the lists, receiving the +congratulations of Sir John Chandos and of other Knights, who, with +changed demeanour, came to greet the favoured hero. +</P> + +<P> +"They will murder him," exclaimed Eustace; and breaking from his new +friends, he made his way to the gate, and hurried into the town, just +as Fulk had fallen to the ground, struck by a heavy stone hurled by the +hand of no other than John Ingram. He rushed forward amid the hail of +stones, and, as he lifted Clarenham's head, called out, "How is this! +Brave men of Bordeaux, would you become murderers! Is this like +honourable men, to triumph over the fallen!" +</P> + +<P> +They held back in amazement for a second; then, as Eustace knelt by him +and tried to recall his consciousness, murmurs arose, "Why interferes +he with our affairs? He is English," and they all held together. +"Another of the purse-proud English, who pay no debts, and ruin the +poor Bordelais." "His blood we will have, if we cannot have his money. +Away, Master Knight, be not so busy about the traitor, if you would not +partake his fate." +</P> + +<P> +Eustace looked up as the stones were uplifted, and more than one Free +Companion had drawn his sword. "Hold," he exclaimed in a clear +full-toned voice that filled every ear. "Hold! I am Eustace Lynwood, +the Castellane of Chateau Norbelle!" +</P> + +<P> +There was an instant silence. Every one pressed forward to see him, +whose recent adventures had made him an object of much interest and +curiosity, and the attention of the crowd was entirely diverted from +the former unhappy subject of their pursuit. Whispers passed of "Noble +Knight! flower of chivalry! how generous and Christian-like he bends +over his enemy! Nay, if he revenge not himself, what right have we? +And see, his arm is still in a scarf from the treachery of those +villains! Well, I would yet give yon ruffian his desert." +</P> + +<P> +By this time Eustace having observed Ingram among the crowd, summoned +him to his side, and at the same time courteously craving the aid of +one of the by-standers (who, of course, though collectively lions, were +individually lambs), succeeded in conveying Clarenham, whose senses had +so far returned that he was able to rise with their assistance, to the +door of a monastery chapel, the porch of which opened upon the street. +</P> + +<P> +"Holy Fathers," said Eustace, "I crave the protection of the Church for +an unhappy, and, I trust, a penitent man, praying you will tend him +well to aid and relief alike of body and soul, until you hear from me +again." +</P> + +<P> +With these words he quitted the chapel before his late enemy had +sufficiently recovered his faculties to recognize his preserver. +</P> + +<P> +Leonard Ashton, for whom Eustace inquired, had, it appeared, saved +himself by making full confession, and had been sent home, in deep +disgrace, though spared public dishonour. +</P> + +<P> +It was some few days after these events that the presence of Lady Agnes +de Clarenham was requested in the parlour of her nunnery, which was +some miles distant from Bordeaux, by a person who, as the porteress +informed her, was the bearer of a message from the Princess of Wales. +She descended accordingly, but her surprise was great on beholding, +instead of one of the female attendants of her mistress as she had +expected, the slender figure of the young Knight with whom she had last +parted at the hostelry. +</P> + +<P> +Her first feeling was not one of kindness towards him. Agnes had +indeed grieved and felt indignant when she saw him oppressed and in +danger from her brother's treachery, but, in these days of favour, she +could not regard with complacency the cause of her brother's ruin, and +of the disgrace of her house. She started, and would have retreated, +but that he prevented, by saying, in a tone which had in it more of +sorrow than of any other feeling, "Lady Agnes, I pray you to hear +me—for you have much to forgive." +</P> + +<P> +"Forgive! Nay, Sir Eustace, it is you who have so much to forgive my +unhappy house! Oh, can you," she added, as the countenance and manner +recalling long past days made her forget her displeasure, "can you tell +me where the wretched one has shrouded his head from the shame which +even I cannot but confess he has merited?" +</P> + +<P> +"I heard of the Bar—of your brother this very morn," said Eustace, +"from one of the good brethren of the Convent where he has taken +shelter, the Convent of the Augustine friars of St. Mary; they spoke of +him as amended in health, and, though sorely dejected, returning, they +hoped, to a better spirit.' +</P> + +<P> +"Thanks, Sir Eustace, even so do I hope and pray it may be—since +repentance is the only good which can yet be his. But tell me, Sir +Eustace—for vague rumours only reach us in this lonely cell—was it +true that the populace pursued the fallen one with clamours, and might +even have slain him, but for his rescue by a gallant Knight, who braved +their utmost fury?" +</P> + +<P> +"It was even so, Lady," said Eustace, with some embarrassment. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh! who was that noblest of Knights, that I may name him in my most +fervent prayers? who has that strongest claim on the gratitude of the +broken-hearted sister?" +</P> + +<P> +"Nay, Lady, it was but common duty, the mere mercy of a Christian man, +who could not see a fellow-creature die such a death, without +attempting to save him." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, Sir Eustace! it is not like your former self to deny the greatness +of a noble deed! I will not be robbed of my gratitude! Tell me the +name of that most noble of men!" +</P> + +<P> +He half smiled, then looking down, and colouring deeply: "Do you +remember, Lady Agnes, the Knight whom you bound by a promise, that in +case of the triumph of his cause—" +</P> + +<P> +"Eustace, Eustace! Oh, I should have known that nothing was too great +and high for you, that you would not disparage the nobleness of any +other than yourself. Oh, how shall I ever render you my thanks! After +such cruel treachery as that from which you have, and, I fear me, are +still suffering! Alas! alas! that I should be forced to use such harsh +words of my own brother!" +</P> + +<P> +"I trust you may still be comforted, Lady," said Eustace. "From what +the good Fathers tell me, there is hope that Fulk may yet be an altered +man, and when the pilgrimage to the Holy Land, which he has vowed, is +concluded, may return in a holy temper." +</P> + +<P> +"Return; but whither should he return?" said Agnes, in a broken, +despondent tone,—"landless, homeless, desolate, outcast, what shelter +is open to him? For if the porteress's tale spoke truth, his lands and +manors are forfeited to the King." +</P> + +<P> +"They are so, in truth; but there is one way, Agnes, in which they may +still be restored to their true owner." +</P> + +<P> +"How so? What mean you, Sir Eustace?" +</P> + +<P> +"Agnes, I would not have broken upon your sorrow by speaking thus +abruptly, but that the Prince's, or rather the King's desire was +urgent, that the matter should be determined without loss of time. To +you, in all justice, does he will that the castles and manors of +Clarenham should descend, but on one condition." +</P> + +<P> +Agnes raised her eyes, and, while she slowly shook her head, looked +anxiously at him as he paused in considerable embarrassment. +</P> + +<P> +"On condition that you, Lady Agnes, should permit the King and Prince +to dispose of your fair hand in marriage." +</P> + +<P> +Agnes gave a slight cry, and leant against the grate of the parlour. +"Oh, that may never be, and—but how advantageth that poor Fulk?" +</P> + +<P> +"Because, Lady Agnes—because it is to me that they would grant that +hand which I have so long loved passionately and hopelessly. Agnes, it +was not willingly, but at the command of the Prince, that I came hither +with a suit which must seem to you most strangely timed, from one who +has been the most unwilling cause of so much misery to you, whom, from +earliest years, he has ever loved more than his own life. I know, too, +that you cannot endure to rise on the ruin of your brother, nor could I +bear to feel that I was living on the lands of a kinsman and neighbour +whose overthrow I had wrought. But see you not, that jointly we can do +what we never could do separately, that, the condition fulfilled, we +could kneel before King Edward, and entreat for the pardon and +restoration of Fulk, which, to such prayers, he would surely grant?" +</P> + +<P> +Agnes' tears were gathering fast, and she spoke in a broken voice, as +she said, "Eustace, you are the most generous of Knights," and then, +ashamed of having said so much, covered her face with her veil and +turned away. Eustace stood watching her, with his soul in his eyes; +but before either had summoned courage to break the silence, the +porteress came hurrying in, "Good lack! good lack! if ever my eyes saw +the like—here is the Princess of Wales herself at the gate, and all +her train—where is sister Katherine? where is the mother abbess? +Alas, alas! that nought should be ready to receive her! Oh, and I have +mislaid the key of the great gate!" While the good woman was bustling +on in her career, Eustace had time to say, "Yea, Agnes, the Princess is +come, in case you hear my suit favourably, to conduct you back to +Bordeaux. Think of a true and devoted heart, think of Fulk ere you +decide!" As he spoke, the whole train of black-veiled nuns came +sweeping into the parlour, whence Agnes hastily escaped to collect her +thoughts during the few instants before she could be summoned to attend +the Princess, while Eustace walked into the Convent court, which was by +this time filled by the gay party which accompanied the Princess. +</P> + +<P> +Agnes quickly gained her cell, and sank down on her bed to make the +most of the minutes that might be her own. Never, probably, had lady +shorter time in which to decide, or did it seem more impossible to come +to a resolution; but Agnes had known Eustace all her life, had never +met one whom she thought his equal, found him raised a thousand-fold in +her estimation by the events of the day, and could not bear to think of +disappointing the hopes which had lighted up that bright eye and +animated that whole face. +</P> + +<P> +Then, too, why by her act completely ruin her brother? The thoughts +flashed through her mind in rapid succession, and she did not rise with +much reluctance when called to meet the Princess, though longing for +more time, which after all would but have enabled her to harass herself +more. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, my gentle Agnes," said the Princess, "what say you? Come you +back to the court, where my boys are wearing for their playfellow? +Hasten, then sweet maiden, for I promised little Edward to bring you +back, and I know not how to face his wrath if you come not." +</P> + +<P> +Agnes, still almost dreaming, offered no opposition, but allowed her +dress to be arranged, took leave of the abbess and her nuns, and +shortly found herself, she scarcely knew how, mounted on her palfrey in +the Princess's train, with Sir Eustace Lynwood at her side. +</P> + +<P> +And old Ralph Penrose was one of the happiest of mankind, when he +beheld his pupil return the first Knight in the county—the honoured of +the Prince. +</P> + +<P> +For the next seven years the Clarenham vassals rejoiced in the gentle, +noble, and firm rule of their new Lord and Lady; yet it was remarked, +with some surprise, that the title of Baron of Clarenham was dropped, +and that Sir Eustace and Dame Agnes Lynwood, instead of living at their +principal Castle, took up their abode at a small manor which had +descended to the lady from her mother, while the Castle was placed +under the charge of Gaston d'Aubricour, beneath whose care the +fortifications assumed a more modern character, and the garrison learnt +the newest fashions of handling their weapons. +</P> + +<P> +At the end of that time Sir Eustace and his Lady travelled to the +court, where, alas! of all the royal party who had rejoiced at their +marriage, they found only the Young King Richard II. and his mother, +the Princess Joanna, once the Fair Maid of Kent, but now sadly aged by +time and sorrow, who received kindly, though tearfully, those who +reminded her of those last bright days of her life at Bordeaux, and +readily promised to forward their request at the council, "where, +alas!" she said, shaking her head, "Lord Henry of Lancaster, now Earl +of Bolingbroke, too often loved to oppose her and her son." +</P> + +<P> +No one at the council could refuse, thought the amazement of all was +great, when the request was made known that King Richard would be +pleased to reinstate in his titles, lands, and manors, Fulk, late Baron +of Clarenham, in consideration of his good services to Christendom, +rendered on the coast of Africa under the banner of the Knights of St. +John, whose Grand Master attested his courage and faithfulness. +</P> + +<P> +Soon Clarenham Castle opened its gates to receive its humbled, +repentant, and much-changed Lord, who was welcomed by all the gentle +blood in the county—at the head of whom rode Sir Eustace with his +Squire, and his nephew Arthur, now a gallant young man, only waiting +the summons, promised him by the Princess, to receive knighthood at the +same time as his royal master, Richard II. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR><BR> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Lances of Lynwood, by Charlotte M. 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