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       THE WORKS OF
  ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

     SWANSTON EDITION

       VOLUME VIII


  _Of this SWANSTON EDITION in Twenty-five
  Volumes of the Works of ROBERT LOUIS
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  THE WORKS OF
  ROBERT LOUIS
   STEVENSON


  VOLUME EIGHT

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CONTENTS


THE BLACK ARROW

  PROLOGUE
                                                          PAGE
    John Amend-all                                           7


  BOOK I.--THE TWO LADS

    CHAPTER
       I. AT THE SIGN OF THE "SUN" IN KETTLEY               25

      II. IN THE FEN                                        34

     III. THE FEN FERRY                                     40

      IV. A GREENWOOD COMPANY                               48

       V. "BLOODY AS THE HUNTER"                            56

      VI. TO THE DAY'S END                                  65

     VII. THE HOODED FACE                                   72


  BOOK II.--THE MOAT HOUSE

       I. DICK ASKS QUESTIONS                               83

      II. THE TWO OATHS                                     92

     III. THE ROOM OVER THE CHAPEL                         100

      IV. THE PASSAGE                                      107

       V. HOW DICK CHANGED SIDES                           112


  BOOK III.--MY LORD FOXHAM

       I. THE HOUSE BY THE SHORE                           123

      II. A SKIRMISH IN THE DARK                           131

     III. ST. BRIDE'S CROSS                                138

      IV. THE "GOOD HOPE"                                  142

       V. THE "GOOD HOPE" (_continued_)                    151

      VI. THE "GOOD HOPE" (_concluded_)                    157


  BOOK IV.--THE DISGUISE

       I. THE DEN                                          165

      II. "IN MINE ENEMIES' HOUSE"                         173

     III. THE DEAD SPY                                     183

      IV. IN THE ABBEY CHURCH                              191

       V. EARL RISINGHAM                                   200

      VI. ARBLASTER AGAIN                                  204


  BOOK V.--CROOKBACK

       I. THE SHRILL TRUMPET                               217

      II. THE BATTLE OF SHOREBY                            224

     III. THE BATTLE OF SHOREBY (_concluded_)              231

      IV. THE SACK OF SHOREBY                              236

       V. NIGHT IN THE WOODS: ALICIA RISINGHAM             246

      VI. NIGHT IN THE WOODS (_concluded_): DICK AND JOAN  254

     VII. DICK'S REVENGE                                   264

    VIII. CONCLUSION                                       268


MARKHEIM                                                   273




THE BLACK ARROW

A TALE OF THE TWO ROSES




_CRITIC ON THE HEARTH_


_No one but myself knows what I have suffered, nor what my books have
gained, by your unsleeping watchfulness and admirable pertinacity. And
now here is a volume that goes into the world and lacks your_
imprimatur: _a strange thing in our joint lives; and the reason of it
stranger still! I have watched with interest, with pain, and at length
with amusement, your unavailing attempts to peruse "The Black Arrow";
and I think I should lack humour indeed, if I let the occasion slip and
did not place your name in the fly-leaf of the only book of mine that
you have never read--and never will read._

_That others may display more constancy is still my hope. The tale was
written years ago for a particular audience and (I may say) in rivalry
with a particular author; I think I should do well to name him--Mr.
Alfred R. Phillips. It was not without its reward at the time. I could
not, indeed, displace Mr. Phillips from his well-won priority; but in
the eyes of readers who thought less than nothing of "Treasure Island,"
"The Black Arrow" was supposed to mark a clear advance. Those who read
volumes and those who read story papers belong to different worlds. The
verdict on "Treasure Island" was reversed in the other court: I wonder,
will it be the same with its successor?_

  _R. L. S._

  _Saranac Lake,
    April 8, 1888._




PROLOGUE

JOHN AMEND-ALL




THE BLACK ARROW

A TALE OF THE TWO ROSES

PROLOGUE

JOHN AMEND-ALL


On a certain afternoon, in the late spring-time, the bell upon Tunstall
Moat House was heard ringing at an unaccustomed hour. Far and near, in
the forest and in the fields along the river, people began to desert
their labours and hurry towards the sound; and in Tunstall hamlet a
group of poor country-folk stood wondering at the summons.

Tunstall hamlet at that period, in the reign of old King Henry VI., wore
much the same appearance as it wears to-day. A score or so of houses,
heavily framed with oak, stood scattered in a long green valley
ascending from the river. At the foot, the road crossed a bridge, and
mounting on the other side, disappeared into the fringes of the forest
on its way to the Moat House, and further forth to Holywood Abbey.
Half-way up the village, the church stood among yews. On every side the
slopes were crowned and the view bounded by the green elms and greening
oak-trees of the forest.

Hard by the bridge there was a stone cross upon a knoll, and here the
group had collected--half a dozen women and one tall fellow in a russet
smock--discussing what the bell betided. An express had gone through the
hamlet half an hour before, and drunk a pot of ale in the saddle, not
daring to dismount for the hurry of his errand; but he had been ignorant
himself of what was forward, and only bore sealed letters from Sir
Daniel Brackley to Sir Oliver Oates, the parson, who kept the Moat House
in the master's absence.

But now there was the noise of a horse; and soon, out of the edge of the
wood and over the echoing bridge, there rode up young Master Richard
Shelton, Sir Daniel's ward. He, at the least, would know, and they
hailed him and begged him to explain. He drew bridle willingly enough--a
young fellow not yet eighteen, sun-browned and grey-eyed, in a jacket of
deer's leather, with a black velvet collar, a green hood upon his head,
and a steel crossbow at his back. The express, it appeared, had brought
great news. A battle was impending. Sir Daniel had sent for every man
that could draw a bow or carry a bill to go post-haste to Kettley, under
pain of his severe displeasure; but for whom they were to fight, or of
where the battle was expected, Dick knew nothing. Sir Oliver would come
shortly himself, and Bennet Hatch was arming at that moment, for he it
was who should lead the party.

"It is the ruin of this kind land," a woman said. "If the barons live at
war, ploughfolk must eat roots."

"Nay," said Dick; "every man that follows shall have sixpence a day, and
archers twelve."

"If they live," returned the woman, "that may very well be; but how if
they die, my master?"

"They cannot better die than for their natural lord," said Dick.

"No natural lord of mine," said the man in the smock. "I followed the
Walsinghams; so we all did down Brierly way, till two years ago come
Candlemas. And now I must side with Brackley! It was the law that did
it; call ye that natural? But now, what with Sir Daniel and what with
Sir Oliver--that knows more of law than honesty--I have no natural lord
but poor King Harry the Sixt, God bless him!--the poor innocent that
cannot tell his right hand from his left."

"Ye speak with an ill tongue, friend," answered Dick, "to miscall your
good master and my lord the king in the same libel. But King
Harry--praised be the saints!--has come again into his right mind, and
will have all things peaceably ordained. And as for Sir Daniel, y' are
very brave behind his back. But I will be no tale-bearer; and let that
suffice."

"I say no harm of you, Master Richard," returned the peasant. "Y' are a
lad; but when ye come to a man's inches, ye will find ye have an empty
pocket. I say no more: the saints help Sir Daniel's neighbours, and the
Blessed Maid protect his wards!"

"Clipsby," said Richard, "you speak what I cannot hear with honour. Sir
Daniel is my good master, and my guardian."

"Come, now, will ye read me a riddle?" returned Clipsby. "On whose side
is Sir Daniel?"

"I know not," said Dick, colouring a little; for his guardian had
changed sides continually in the troubles of that period, and every
change had brought him some increase of fortune.

"Ay," returned Clipsby, "you, nor no man. For indeed, he is one that
goes to bed Lancaster and gets up York."

Just then the bridge rang under horse-shoe iron, and the party turned
and saw Bennet Hatch come galloping--a brown-faced, grizzled fellow,
heavy of hand and grim of mien, armed with sword and spear, a steel
salet on his head, a leather jack upon his body. He was a great man in
these parts; Sir Daniel's right hand in peace and war, and at that time,
by his master's interest, bailiff of the hundred.

"Clipsby," he shouted, "off to the Moat House, and send all other
laggards the same gate. Bowyer will give you jack and salet. We must
ride before curfew. Look to it: him that is last at the lych-gate Sir
Daniel shall reward. Look to it right well! I know you for a man of
naught.--Nance," he added, to one of the women, "is old Appleyard up
town?"

"I'll warrant you," replied the woman. "In his field, for sure."

So the group dispersed, and while Clipsby walked leisurely over the
bridge, Bennet and young Shelton rode up the road together, through the
village and past the church.

"You will see the old shrew," said Bennet. "He will waste more time
grumbling and prating of Harry the Fift than would serve a man to shoe a
horse. And all because he has been to the French wars!"

The house to which they were bound was the last in the village, standing
alone among lilacs; and beyond it, on three sides, there was open meadow
rising towards the borders of the wood.

Hatch dismounted, threw his rein over the fence, and walked down the
field, Dick keeping close at his elbow, to where the old soldier was
digging, knee-deep in his cabbages, and now and again, in a cracked
voice, singing a snatch of song. He was all dressed in leather, only his
hood and tippet were of black frieze, and tied with scarlet; his face
was like a walnut-shell, both for colour and wrinkles; but his old grey
eye was still clear enough, and his sight unabated. Perhaps he was deaf;
perhaps he thought it unworthy of an old archer of Agincourt to pay any
heed to such disturbances; but neither the surly notes of the
alarm-bell, nor the near approach of Bennet and the lad, appeared at all
to move him; and he continued obstinately digging, and piped up, very
thin and shaky:

  "Now, dear lady, if thy will be,
   I pray you that you will rue on me."

"Nick Appleyard," said Hatch, "Sir Oliver commends him to you, and bids
that ye shall come within this hour to the Moat House, there to take
command."

The old fellow looked up.

"Save you, my master!" he said, grinning. "And where goeth Master
Hatch?"

"Master Hatch is off to Kettley, with every man that we can horse,"
returned Bennet. "There is a fight toward, it seems, and my lord stays a
reinforcement."

"Ay, verily," returned Appleyard. "And what will ye leave me to garrison
withal?"

"I leave you six good men, and Sir Oliver to boot," answered Hatch.

"It'll not hold the place," said Appleyard; "the number sufficeth not.
It would take two score to make it good."

"Why, it's for that we came to you, old shrew!" replied the other. "Who
else is there but you that could do aught in such a house with such a
garrison?"

"Ay! when the pinch comes, ye remember the old shoe," returned Nick.
"There is not a man of you can back a horse or hold a bill; and as for
archery--St. Michael! if old Harry the Fift were back again, he would
stand and let ye shoot at him for a farthing a shoot!"

"Nay, Nick, there's some can draw a good bow yet," said Bennet.

"Draw a good bow!" cried Appleyard. "Yes! But who'll shoot me a good
shoot? It's there the eye comes in, and the head between your shoulders.
Now, what might you call a long shoot, Bennet Hatch?"

"Well," said Bennet, looking about him, "it would be a long shoot from
here into the forest."

"Ay, it would be a longish shoot," said the old fellow, turning to look
over his shoulder; and then he put up his hand over his eyes, and stood
staring.

"Why, what are you looking at?" asked Bennet, with a chuckle. "Do you
see Harry the Fift?"

The veteran continued looking up the hill in silence. The sun shone
broadly over the shelving meadows; a few white sheep wandered browsing;
all was still but the distant jangle of the bell.

"What is it, Appleyard?" asked Dick.

"Why, the birds," said Appleyard.

And, sure enough, over the top of the forest, where it ran down in a
tongue among the meadows, and ended in a pair of goodly green elms,
about a bowshot from the field where they were standing, a flight of
birds was skimming to and fro, in evident disorder.

"What of the birds?" said Bennet.

"Ay!" returned Appleyard, "y' are a wise man to go to war, Master
Bennet. Birds are a good sentry; in forest places they be the first line
of battle. Look you, now, if we lay here in camp, there might be archers
skulking down to get the wind of us; and here would you be, none the
wiser!"

"Why, old shrew," said Hatch, "there be no men nearer us than Sir
Daniel's, at Kettley; y' are as safe as in London Tower; and ye raise
scares upon a man for a few chaffinches and sparrows!"

"Hear him!" grinned Appleyard. "How many a rogue would give his two crop
ears to have a shoot at either of us! St. Michael, man! they hate us
like two pole-cats!"

"Well, sooth it is, they hate Sir Daniel," answered Hatch, a little
sobered.

"Ay, they hate Sir Daniel, and they hate every man that serves with
him," said Appleyard; "and in the first order of hating, they hate
Bennet Hatch and old Nicholas the bowman. See ye here: if there was a
stout fellow yonder in the wood-edge, and you and I stood fair for
him--as, by St. George, we stand!--which, think ye, would he choose?"

"You, for a good wager," answered Hatch.

"My surcoat to a leather belt, it would be you!" cried the old archer.
"Ye burned Grimstone, Bennet--they'll ne'er forgive you that, my master.
And as for me, I'll soon be in a good place, God grant, and out of
bow-shoot--ay, and cannon-shoot--of all their malices. I am an old man,
and draw fast to homeward, where the bed is ready. But for you, Bennet,
y' are to remain behind here at your own peril, and if ye come to my
years unhanged, the old true-blue English spirit will be dead."

"Y' are the shrewishest old dolt in Tunstall Forest," returned Hatch,
visibly ruffled by these threats. "Get ye to your arms before Sir Oliver
come, and leave prating for one good while. An ye had talked so much
with Harry the Fift, his ears would ha' been richer than his pocket."

An arrow sang in the air, like a huge hornet; it struck old Appleyard
between the shoulder-blades, and pierced him clean through, and he fell
forward on his face among the cabbages. Hatch, with a broken cry, leapt
into the air; then, stooping double, he ran for the cover of the house.
And in the meanwhile Dick Shelton had dropped behind a lilac, and had
his crossbow bent and shouldered, covering the point of the forest.

Not a leaf stirred. The sheep were patiently browsing; the birds had
settled. But there lay the old man, with a clothyard arrow standing in
his back; and there were Hatch holding to the gable, and Dick crouching
and ready behind the lilac bush.

"D'ye see aught?" cried Hatch.

"Not a twig stirs," said Dick.

"I think shame to leave him lying," said Bennet, coming forward once
more with hesitating steps and a very pale countenance. "Keep a good eye
on the wood, Master Shelton--keep a clear eye on the wood. The saints
assoil us! here was a good shoot!"

Bennet raised the old archer on his knee. He was not yet dead; his face
worked, and his eyes shut and opened like machinery, and he had a most
horrible, ugly look of one in pain.

"Can ye hear, old Nick?" asked Hatch. "Have ye a last wish before ye
wend, old brother?"

"Pluck out the shaft, and let me pass, a' Mary's name!" gasped
Appleyard, "I be done with Old England. Pluck it out!"

"Master Dick," said Bennet, "come hither, and pull me a good pull upon
the arrow. He would fain pass, the poor sinner."

Dick laid down his crossbow, and pulling hard upon the arrow, drew it
forth. A gush of blood followed; the old archer scrambled half upon his
feet, called once upon the name of God, and then fell dead. Hatch, upon
his knees among the cabbages, prayed fervently for the welfare of the
passing spirit. But even as he prayed, it was plain that his mind was
still divided, and he kept ever an eye upon the corner of the wood from
which the shot had come. When he had done, he got to his feet again,
drew off one of his mailed gauntlets, and wiped his pale face, which was
all wet with terror.

"Ay," he said, "it'll be my turn next."

"Who hath done this, Bennet?" Richard asked, still holding the arrow in
his hand.

"Nay, the saints know," said Hatch. "Here are a good two score Christian
souls that we have hunted out of house and holding, he and I. He has
paid his shot, poor shrew, nor will it be long, mayhap, ere I pay mine.
Sir Daniel driveth over-hard."

"This is a strange shaft," said the lad, looking at the arrow in his
hand.

"Ay, by my faith!" cried Bennet. "Black, and black-feathered. Here is an
ill-favoured shaft, by my sooth! for black, they say, bodes burial. And
here be words written. Wipe the blood away. What read ye?"

"'_Appulyaird fro Jon Amend-All_,'" read Shelton. "What should this
betoken?"

"Nay, I like it not," returned the retainer, shaking his head. "John
Amend-All! Here is a rogue's name for those that be up in the world! But
why stand we here to make a mark? Take him by the knees, good Master
Shelton, while I lift him by the shoulders, and let us lay him in his
house. This will be a rare shog to poor Sir Oliver; he will turn
paper-colour; he will pray like a windmill."

They took up the old archer, and carried him between them into his
house, where he had dwelt alone. And there they laid him on the floor,
out of regard for the mattress, and sought, as best they might, to
straighten and compose his limbs.

Appleyard's house was clean and bare. There was a bed, with a blue
cover, a cupboard, a great chest, a pair of joint-stools, a hinged table
in the chimney-corner, and hung upon the wall the old soldier's armoury
of bows and defensive armour. Hatch began to look about him curiously.

"Nick had money," he said. "He may have had three score pounds put by. I
would I could light upon't! When ye lose an old friend, Master Richard,
the best consolation is to heir him. See, now, this chest. I would go a
mighty wager there is a bushel of gold therein. He had a strong hand to
get, and a hard hand to keep withal, had Appleyard the archer. Now may
God rest his spirit! Near eighty year he was afoot and about, and ever
getting; but now he's on the broad of his back, poor shrew, and no more
lacketh; and if his chattels came to a good friend, he would be merrier,
methinks, in heaven."

"Come, Hatch," said Dick, "respect his stone-blind eyes. Would ye rob
the man before his body? Nay, he would walk!"

Hatch made several signs of the cross; but by this time his natural
complexion had returned, and he was not easily to be dashed from any
purpose. It would have gone hard with the chest had not the gate
sounded, and presently after the door of the house opened and admitted a
tall, portly, ruddy, black-eyed man of near fifty, in a surplice and
black robe.

"Appleyard," the newcomer was saying, as he entered, but he stopped
dead. "Ave Maria!" he cried. "Saints be our shield! What cheer is this?"

"Cold cheer with Appleyard, sir parson," answered Hatch, with perfect
cheerfulness. "Shot at his own door, and alighteth even now at purgatory
gates. Ay! there, if tales be true, he shall lack neither coal nor
candle."

Sir Oliver groped his way to a joint-stool, and sat down upon it, sick
and white.

"This is a judgment! O, a great stroke!" he sobbed, and rattled off a
leash of prayers.

Hatch meanwhile reverently doffed his salet and knelt down.

"Ay, Bennet," said the priest, somewhat recovering, "and what may this
be? What enemy hath done this?"

"Here, Sir Oliver, is the arrow. See, it is written upon with words,"
said Dick.

"Nay," cried the priest, "this is a foul hearing! John Amend-All! A
right Lollardy word. And black of hue, as for an omen! Sirs, this knave
arrow likes me not. But it importeth rather to take counsel. Who should
this be? Bethink you, Bennet. Of so many black ill-willers, which should
he be that doth so hardily outface us? Simnel? I do much question it.
The Walsinghams? Nay, they are not yet so broken; they still think to
have the law over us, when times change. There was Simon Malmesbury,
too. How think ye, Bennet?"

"What think ye, sir," returned Hatch, "of Ellis Duckworth?"

"Nay, Bennet, never. Nay, not he," said the priest. "There cometh never
any rising, Bennet, from below--so all judicious chroniclers concord in
their opinion; but rebellion travelleth ever downward from above; and
when Dick, Tom, and Harry take them to their bills, look ever narrowly
to see what lord is profited thereby. Now, Sir Daniel, having once more
joined him to the Queen's party, is in ill odour with the Yorkist lords.
Thence, Bennet, comes the blow--by what procuring, I yet seek; but
therein lies the nerve of this discomfiture."

"An't please you, Sir Oliver," said Bennet, "the axles are so hot in
this country that I have long been smelling fire. So did this poor
sinner, Appleyard. And, by your leave, men's spirits are so foully
inclined to all of us, that it needs neither York nor Lancaster to spur
them on. Hear my plain thoughts: You, that are a clerk, and Sir Daniel,
that sails on any wind, ye have taken many men's goods, and beaten and
hanged not a few. Y' are called to count for this; in the end, I wot not
how, ye have ever the uppermost at law, and ye think all patched. But
give me leave, Sir Oliver: the man that ye have dispossessed and beaten
is but the angrier, and some day, when the black devil is by, he will up
with his bow and clout me a yard of arrow through your inwards."

"Nay, Bennet, y' are in the wrong. Bennet, ye should be glad to be
corrected," said Sir Oliver. "Y' are a prater, Bennet, a talker, a
babbler; your mouth is wider than your two ears. Mend it, Bennet, mend
it."

"Nay, I say no more. Have it as ye list," said the retainer.

The priest now rose from the stool, and from the writing-case that hung
about his neck took forth wax and a taper, and a flint and steel. With
these he sealed up the chest and the cupboard with Sir Daniel's arms,
Hatch looking on disconsolate; and then the whole party proceeded,
somewhat timorously, to sally from the house and get to horse.

"'Tis time we were on the road, Sir Oliver," said Hatch, as he held the
priest's stirrup while he mounted.

"Ay; but, Bennet, things are changed," returned the parson. "There is
now no Appleyard--rest his soul!--to keep the garrison. I shall keep
you, Bennet. I must have a good man to rest me on in this day of black
arrows. 'The arrow that flieth by day,' saith the evangel; I have no
mind of the context; nay, I am a sluggard priest, I am too deep in men's
affairs. Well, let us ride forth, Master Hatch. The jackmen should be at
the church by now."

So they rode forward down the road, with the wind after them, blowing
the tails of the parson's cloak; and behind them, as they went, clouds
began to arise and blot out the sinking sun. They had passed three of
the scattered houses that make up Tunstall hamlet, when, coming to a
turn, they saw the church before them. Ten or a dozen houses clustered
immediately round it; but to the back the churchyard was next the
meadows. At the lych-gate, near a score of men were gathered, some in
the saddle, some standing by their horses' heads. They were variously
armed and mounted; some with spears, some with bills, some with bows,
and some bestriding plough-horses, still splashed with the mire of the
furrow; for these were the very dregs of the country, and all the better
men and the fair equipments were already with Sir Daniel in the field.

"We have not done amiss, praised be the cross of Holywood! Sir Daniel
will be right well content," observed the priest, inwardly numbering the
troop.

"Who goes? Stand! if ye be true!" shouted Bennet.

A man was seen slipping through the churchyard among the yews; and at
the sound of this summons he discarded all concealment, and fairly took
to his heels for the forest. The men at the gate, who had been hitherto
unaware of the stranger's presence, woke and scattered. Those who had
dismounted began scrambling into the saddle: the rest rode in pursuit;
but they had to make the circuit of the consecrated ground, and it was
plain their quarry would escape them. Hatch, roaring an oath, put his
horse at the hedge, to head him off; but the beast refused, and sent his
rider sprawling in the dust. And though he was up again in a moment, and
had caught the bridle, the time had gone by, and the fugitive had gained
too great a lead for any hope of capture.

The wisest of all had been Dick Shelton. Instead of starting in a vain
pursuit, he had whipped his crossbow from his back, bent it, and set a
quarrel to the string; and now, when the others had desisted, he turned
to Bennet, and asked if he should shoot.

"Shoot! shoot!" cried the priest, with sanguinary violence.

"Cover him, Master Dick," said Bennet. "Bring me him down like a ripe
apple."

The fugitive was now within but a few leaps of safety; but this last
part of the meadow ran very steeply uphill, and the man ran slower in
proportion. What with the greyness of the falling night, and the uneven
movements of the runner, it was no easy aim; and as Dick levelled his
bow, he felt a kind of pity, and a half desire that he might miss. The
quarrel sped.

The man stumbled and fell, and a great cheer arose from Hatch and the
pursuers. But they were counting their corn before the harvest. The man
fell lightly; he was lightly afoot again, turned and waved his cap in a
bravado, and was out of sight next moment in the margin of the wood.

"And the plague go with him!" cried Bennet. "He has thieves' heels: he
can run, by St. Banbury! But you touched him, Master Shelton; he has
stolen your quarrel, may he never have good I grudge him less!"

"Nay, but what made he by the church?" asked Sir Oliver. "I am shrewdly
afeared there has been mischief here.--Clipsby, good fellow, get ye down
from your horse, and search thoroughly among the yews."

Clipsby was gone but a little while ere he returned, carrying a paper.

"This writing was pinned to the church door," he said, handing it to the
parson. "I found-naught else, sir parson."

"Now, by the power of Mother Church," cried Sir Oliver, "but this runs
hard on sacrilege! For the king's good pleasure, or the lord of the
manor--well! But that every run-the-hedge in a green jerkin should
fasten papers to the chancel door--nay, it runs hard on sacrilege, hard;
and men have burned for matters of less weight! But what have we here?
The light fails apace. Good Master Richard, y' have young eyes. Read me,
I pray, this libel."

Dick Shelton took the paper in his hand and read it aloud. It contained
some lines of a very rugged doggerel, hardly even rhyming, written in a
gross character, and most uncouthly spelt. With the spelling somewhat
bettered, this is how they ran:--

  "I had four blak arrows under my belt,
   Four for the greefs that I have felt,
   Four for the nomber of ill menne
   That have oppressid me now and then.

   One is gone; one is wele sped;
   Old Apulyaird is ded.

   One is for Maister Bennet Hatch,
   That burned Grimstone, walls and thatch.

   One for Sir Oliver Oates,
   That cut Sir Harry Shelton's throat.

   Sir Daniel, ye shull have the fourt;
   We shall think it fair sport.

   Ye shull each have your own part,
   A blak arrow in each blak heart.
   Get ye to your knees for to pray:
   Ye are ded theeves, by yea and nay!

                      "JON AMEND-ALL
                          of the Green Wood,
                          And his jolly fellaweship.

"Item, we have mo arrowes and goode hempen cord for otheres of your
following."

"Now, well-a-day for charity and the Christian graces!" cried Sir Oliver
lamentably. "Sirs, this is an ill world, and groweth daily worse. I will
swear upon the cross of Holywood I am as innocent of that good knight's
hurt, whether in act or purpose, as the babe unchristened. Neither was
his throat cut; for therein they are again in error, as there still live
credible witnesses to show."

"It boots not, sir parson," said Bennet. "Here is unseasonable talk."

"Nay, Master Bennet, not so. Keep ye in your due place, good Bennet,"
answered the priest. "I shall make mine innocence appear. I will upon no
consideration lose my poor life in error. I take all men to witness that
I am clear of this matter. I was not even in the Moat House. I was sent
of an errand before nine upon the clock----"

"Sir Oliver," said Hatch, interrupting, "since it please you not to stop
this sermon, I will take other means.--Goffe, sound to horse."

And while the tucket was sounding, Bennet moved close to the bewildered
parson, and whispered violently in his ear.

Dick Shelton saw the priest's eye turned upon him for an instant in a
startled glance. He had some cause for thought; for this Sir Harry
Shelton was his own natural father. But he said never a word, and kept
his countenance unmoved.

Hatch and Sir Oliver discussed together for a while their altered
situation; ten men, it was decided between them, should be reserved, not
only to garrison the Moat House, but to escort the priest across the
wood. In the meantime, as Bennet was to remain behind, the command of
the reinforcement was given to Master Shelton. Indeed, there was no
choice; the men were loutish fellows, dull and unskilled in war, while
Dick was not only popular, but resolute and grave beyond his age.
Although his youth had been spent in these rough country places, the lad
had been well taught in letters by Sir Oliver, and Hatch himself had
shown him the management of arms and the first principles of command.
Bennet had always been kind and helpful; he was one of those who are
cruel as the grave to those they call their enemies, but ruggedly
faithful and well-willing to their friends; and now, while Sir Oliver
entered the next house to write, in his swift, exquisite penmanship, a
memorandum of the last occurrences to his master, Sir Daniel Brackley,
Bennet came up to his pupil to wish him God-speed upon his enterprise.

"Ye must go the long way about, Master Shelton," he said; "round by the
bridge, for your life! Keep a sure man, fifty paces afore you, to draw
shots; and go softly till y' are past the wood. If the rogues fall upon
you, ride for 't; ye will do naught by standing. And keep ever forward,
Master Shelton; turn me not back again, an ye love your life; there is
no help in Tunstall, mind ye that. And now, since ye go to the great
wars about the king, and I continue to dwell here in extreme jeopardy of
my life, and the saints alone can certify if we shall meet again below,
I give you my last counsels now at your riding. Keep an eye on Sir
Daniel; he is unsure. Put not your trust in the jack-priest; he
intendeth not amiss, but doth the will of others; it is a hand-gun for
Sir Daniel! Get you good lordship where ye go; make you strong friends;
look to it. And think ever a paternoster-while on Bennet Hatch. There
are worse rogues afoot than Bennet. So, God-speed!"

"And Heaven be with you, Bennet!" returned Dick. "Ye were a good friend
to me-ward, and so I shall say ever."

"And look ye, master," added Hatch, with a certain embarrassment, "if
this Amend-All should get a shaft into me, ye might, mayhap, lay out a
gold mark or mayhap a pound for my poor soul; for it is like to go stiff
with me in purgatory."

"Ye shall have your will of it, Bennet," answered Dick. "But, what
cheer, man! we shall meet again, where ye shall have more need of ale
than masses."

"The saints so grant it, Master Dick!" returned the other. "But here
comes Sir Oliver. An he were as quick with the long-bow as with the pen,
he would be a brave man-at-arms."

Sir Oliver gave Dick a sealed packet, with this superscription: "To my
ryght worchypful master, Sir Daniel Brackley, knyght, be thys delyvered
in haste."

And Dick, putting it in the bosom of his jacket, gave the word and set
forth westward up the village.




BOOK I

THE TWO LADS




CHAPTER I

AT THE SIGN OF THE "SUN" IN KETTLEY


Sir Daniel and his men lay in and about Kettley that night, warmly
quartered and well patrolled. But the Knight of Tunstall was one who
never rested from money-getting; and even now, when he was on the brink
of an adventure which should make or mar him, he was up an hour after
midnight to squeeze poor neighbours. He was one who trafficked greatly
in disputed inheritances; it was his way to buy out the most unlikely
claimant, and then, by the favour he curried with great lords about the
king, procure unjust decisions in his favour; or, if that was too
round-about, to seize the disputed manor by force of arms, and rely on
his influence and Sir Oliver's cunning in the law to hold what he had
snatched. Kettley was one such place; it had come very lately into his
clutches; he still met with opposition from the tenants; and it was to
overawe discontent that he had led his troops that way.

By two in the morning, Sir Daniel sat in the inn room, close by the
fireside, for it was cold at that hour among the fens of Kettley. By his
elbow stood a pottle of spiced ale. He had taken off his visored
headpiece, and sat with his bald head and thin dark visage resting on
one hand, wrapped warmly in a sanguine-coloured cloak. At the lower end
of the room about a dozen of his men stood sentry over the door or lay
asleep on benches; and, somewhat nearer hand, a young lad apparently of
twelve or thirteen was stretched in a mantle on the floor. The host of
the "Sun" stood before the great man.

"Now, mark me, mine host," Sir Daniel said, "follow but mine orders,
and I shall be your good lord ever. I must have good men for head
boroughs, and I will have Adam-a-More high constable; see to it
narrowly. If other men be chosen, it shall avail you nothing; rather it
shall be found to your sore cost. For those that have paid rent to
Walsingham I shall take good measure--you among the rest, mine host."

"Good knight," said the host, "I will swear upon the cross of Holywood I
did but pay to Walsingham upon compulsion. Nay, bully knight, I love not
the rogue Walsinghams; they were as poor as thieves, bully knight. Give
me a great lord like you. Nay; ask me among the neighbours, I am stout
for Brackley."

"It may be," said Sir Daniel drily. "Ye shall then pay twice."

The innkeeper made a horrid grimace; but this was a piece of bad luck
that might readily befall a tenant in these unruly times, and he was
perhaps glad to make his peace so easily.

"Bring up yon fellow, Selden!" cried the knight.

And one of his retainers led up a poor, cringing old man, as pale as a
candle, and all shaking with the fen fever.

"Sirrah," said Sir Daniel, "your name?"

"An't please your worship," replied the man, "my name is
Condall--Condall of Shoreby, at your good worship's pleasure."

"I have heard you ill reported on," returned the knight. "Ye deal in
treason, rogue; ye trudge the country leasing; y' are heavily
suspicioned of the death of severals. How, fellow, are ye so bold? But I
will bring you down."

"Right honourable and my reverend lord," the man cried, "here is some
hodge-podge, saving your good presence. I am but a poor private man, and
have hurt none."

"The under-sheriff did report of you most vilely," said the knight.
"'Seize me,' saith he, 'that Tyndal of Shoreby.'"

"Condall, my good lord; Condall is my poor name," said the unfortunate.


"Condall or Tyndal, it is all one," replied Sir Daniel coolly. "For, by
my sooth, y' are here, and I do mightily suspect your honesty. If you
would save your neck, write me swiftly an obligation for twenty pound."

"For twenty pound, my good lord!" cried Condall. "Here is midsummer
madness! My whole estate amounteth not to seventy shillings."

"Condall or Tyndal," returned Sir Daniel, grinning, "I will run my peril
of that loss. Write me down twenty, and when I have recovered all I may,
I will be good lord to you, and pardon you the rest."

"Alas! my good lord, it may not be; I have no skill to write," said
Condall.

"Well-a-day!" returned the knight. "Here, then, is no remedy. Yet I
would fain have spared you, Tyndal, had my conscience suffered.--Selden,
take me this old shrew softly to the nearest elm, and hang me him
tenderly by the neck, where I may see him at my riding. Fare ye well,
good Master Condall, dear Master Tyndal; y' are post-haste for Paradise;
fare ye then well!"

"Nay, my right pleasant lord," replied Condall, forcing an obsequious
smile, "an ye be so masterful, as doth right well become you, I will
even, with all my poor skill, do your good bidding."

"Friend," quoth Sir Daniel, "ye will now write two score. Go to! y' are
too cunning for a livelihood of seventy shillings. Selden, see him write
me this in good form, and have it duly witnessed."

And Sir Daniel, who was a very merry knight, none merrier in England,
took a drink of his mulled ale, and lay back, smiling.

Meanwhile the boy upon the floor began to stir, and presently sat up and
looked about him with a scare.

"Hither," said Sir Daniel; and as the other rose at his command and came
slowly towards him, he leaned back and laughed outright. "By the rood!"
he cried, "a sturdy boy!"

The lad flashed crimson with anger, and darted a look of hate out of his
dark eyes. Now that he was on his legs, it was more difficult to make
certain of his age. His face looked somewhat older in expression, but it
was as smooth as a young child's; and in bone and body he was unusually
slender, and somewhat awkward of gait.

"Ye have called me, Sir Daniel," he said. "Was it to laugh at my poor
plight?"

"Nay, now, let laugh," said the knight. "Good shrew, let laugh, I pray
you. An ye could see yourself, I warrant ye would laugh the first."

"Well," cried the lad, flushing, "ye shall answer this when ye answer
for the other. Laugh while yet ye may!"

"Nay, now, good cousin," replied Sir Daniel, with some earnestness,
"think not that I mock at you, except in mirth, as between kinsfolk and
singular friends. I will make you a marriage of a thousand pounds, go
to! and cherish you exceedingly. I took you, indeed, roughly, as the
time demanded; but from henceforth I shall ungrudgingly maintain and
cheerfully serve you. Ye shall be Mrs. Shelton--Lady Shelton, by my
troth! for the lad promiseth bravely. Tut! ye will not shy for honest
laughter; it purgeth melancholy. They are no rogues who laugh, good
cousin.--Good mine host, lay me a meal now for my cousin, Master
John.--Sit ye down, sweetheart, and eat."

"Nay," said Master John, "I will break no bread. Since ye force me to
this sin, I will fast for my soul's interest.--But, good mine host, I
pray you of courtesy give me a cup of fair water; I shall be much
beholden to your courtesy indeed."

"Ye shall have a dispensation, go to!" cried the knight. "Shalt be well
shriven, by my faith! Content you, then, and eat."

But the lad was obstinate, drank a cup of water, and, once more wrapping
himself closely in his mantle, sat in a far corner, brooding.

In an hour or two there rose a stir in the village of sentries
challenging and the clatter of arms and horses; and then a troop drew up
by the inn-door, and Richard Shelton, splashed with mud, presented
himself upon the threshold.

"Save you, Sir Daniel," he said.

"How! Dickie Shelton!" cried the knight; and at the mention of Dick's
name the other lad looked curiously across. "What maketh Bennet Hatch?"

"Please you, sir knight, to take cognisance of this packet from Sir
Oliver, wherein are all things fully stated," answered Richard,
presenting the priest's letter. "And please you farther, ye were best
make all speed to Risingham; for on the way hither we encountered one
riding furiously with letters, and by his report, my Lord of Risingham
was sore bestead, and lacked exceedingly your presence."

"How say you? Sore bestead?" returned the knight. "Nay, then, we will
make speed sitting down, good Richard. As the world goes in this poor
realm of England, he that rides softliest rides surest. Delay, they say,
begetteth peril; but it is rather this itch of doing that undoes men;
mark it, Dick. But let me see, first, what cattle ye have
brought.--Selden, a link here at the door!"

And Sir Daniel strode forth into the village street, and, by the red
glow of a torch, inspected his new troops. He was an unpopular neighbour
and an unpopular master; but as a leader in war he was well beloved by
those who rode behind his pennant. His dash, his proved courage, his
forethought for the soldiers' comfort, even his rough gibes, were all to
the taste of the bold blades in jack and salet.

"Nay, by the rood!" he cried, "what poor dogs are these? Here be some as
crooked as a bow, and some as lean as a spear. Friends, ye shall ride in
the front of the battle; I can spare you, friends. Mark me this old
villain on the piebald! A two-year mutton riding on a hog would look
more soldierly! Ha! Clipsby, are ye there, old rat? Y' are a man I could
lose with a good heart; ye shall go in front of all, with a bull's-eye
painted on your jack, to be the better butt for archery; sirrah, ye
shall show me the way."

"I will show you any way, Sir Daniel, but the way to change sides,"
returned Clipsby sturdily.

Sir Daniel laughed a guffaw.

"Why, well said!" he cried. "Hast a shrewd tongue in thy mouth, go to! I
will forgive you for that merry word.--Selden, see them fed, both man
and brute."

The knight re-entered the inn.

"Now, friend Dick," he said, "fall to. Here is good ale and bacon. Eat
while that I read."

Sir Daniel opened the packet, and as he read his brow darkened. When he
had done he sat a little, musing. Then he looked sharply at his ward.

"Dick," said he, "y' have seen this penny rhyme?"

The lad replied in the affirmative.

"It bears your father's name," continued the knight; "and our poor shrew
of a parson is, by some mad soul, accused of slaying him."

"He did most eagerly deny it," answered Dick.

"He did?" cried the knight, very sharply. "Heed him not. He has a loose
tongue; he babbles like a jack-sparrow. Some day, when I may find the
leisure, Dick, I will myself more fully inform you of these matters.
There was one Duckworth shrewdly blamed for it; but the times were
troubled, and there was no justice to be got."

"It befell at the Moat House?" Dick ventured, with a beating at his
heart.

"It befell between the Moat House and Holywood," replied Sir Daniel
calmly; but he shot a covert glance, black with suspicion, at Dick's
face. "And now," added the knight, "speed you with your meal; ye shall
return to Tunstall with a line from me."

Dick's face fell sorely.

"Prithee, Sir Daniel," he cried, "send one of the villains! I beseech
you let me to the battle. I can strike a stroke, I promise you."

"I misdoubt it not," replied Sir Daniel, sitting down to write. "But
here, Dick, is no honour to be won. I lie in Kettley till I have sure
tidings of the war, and then ride to join me with the conqueror. Cry not
on cowardice; it is but wisdom, Dick; for this poor realm so tosseth
with rebellion, and the king's name and custody so changeth hands, that
no man may be certain of the morrow. Toss-pot and Shuttle-wit run in,
but my Lord Good-Counsel sits o' one side, waiting."

With that, Sir Daniel, turning his back to Dick, and quite at the
farther end of the long table, began to write his letter, with his mouth
on one side, for this business of the Black Arrow stuck sorely in his
throat.

Meanwhile, young Shelton was going on heartily enough with his
breakfast, when he felt a touch upon his arm, and a very soft voice
whispering in his ear.

"Make not a sign, I do beseech you," said the voice, "but of your
charity teach me the straight way to Holywood. Beseech you, now, good
boy, comfort a poor soul in peril and extreme distress, and set me so
far forth upon the way to my repose."

"Take the path by the windmill," answered Dick, in the same tone; "it
will bring you to Till Ferry; there inquire again."

And without turning his head, he fell again to eating. But with the tail
of his eye he caught a glimpse of the young lad called Master John
stealthily creeping from the room.

"Why," thought Dick, "he is as young as I. 'Good boy' doth he call me?
An I had known, I should have seen the varlet hanged ere I had told him.
Well, if he goes through the fen, I may come up with him and pull his
ears."

Half an hour later, Sir Daniel gave Dick the letter and bade him speed
to the Moat House. And again, some half an hour after Dick's departure,
a messenger came, in hot haste, from my Lord of Risingham.

"Sir Daniel," the messenger said, "ye lose great honour, by my sooth!
The fight began again this morning ere the dawn, and we have beaten
their van and scattered their right wing. Only the main battle standeth
fast. An we had your fresh men, we should tilt you them all into the
river. What, sir knight! Will ye be the last? It stands not with your
good credit."

"Nay," cried the knight, "I was but now upon the march.--Selden, sound
me the tucket.--Sir, I am with you on the instant. It is not two hours
since the more part of my command came in, sir messenger. What would ye
have? Spurring is good meat, but yet it killed the charger.--Bustle,
boys!"

By this time the tucket was sounding cheerily in the morning, and from
all sides Sir Daniel's men poured into the main street and formed before
the inn. They had slept upon their arms, with chargers saddled, and in
ten minutes five score men-at-arms and archers, cleanly equipped and
briskly disciplined, stood ranked and ready. The chief part were in Sir
Daniel's livery, murrey and blue, which gave the greater show to their
array. The best armed rode first; and away out of sight, at the tail of
the column, came the sorry reinforcement of the night before. Sir Daniel
looked with pride along the line.

"Here be the lads to serve you in a pinch," he said.

"They are pretty men, indeed," replied the messenger. "It but augments
my sorrow that ye had not marched the earlier."

"Well," said the knight, "what would ye? The beginning of a feast and
the end of a fray, sir messenger"; and he mounted into his saddle. "Why!
how now!" he cried. "John! Joanna! Nay, by the sacred rood! where is
she?--Host, where is that girl?"

"Girl, Sir Daniel?" cried the landlord. "Nay, sir, I saw no girl."

"Boy, then, dotard!" cried the knight. "Could ye not see it was a wench?
She in the murrey-coloured mantle--she that broke her fast with water,
rogue--where is she?"

"Nay, the saints bless us! Master John, ye called him," said the host.
"Well, I thought none evil. He is gone. I saw him--her--I saw her in the
stable a good hour agone; 'a was saddling a grey horse."

"Now, by the rood!" cried Sir Daniel, "the wench was worth five hundred
pound to me and more."

"Sir knight," observed the messenger, with bitterness, "while that ye
are here, roaring for five hundred pounds, the realm of England is
elsewhere being lost and won."

"It is well said," replied Sir Daniel.--"Selden, fall me out with six
crossbowmen; hunt me her down. I care not what it cost; but, at my
returning, let me find her at the Moat House. Be it upon your head.--And
now, sir messenger, we march."

And the troops broke into a good trot, and Selden and his six men were
left behind upon the street of Kettley, with the staring villagers.




CHAPTER II

IN THE FEN


It was near six in the May morning when Dick began to ride down into the
fen upon his homeward way. The sky was all blue; the jolly wind blew
loud and steady; the windmill-sails were spinning; and the willows over
all the fen rippling and whitening like a field of corn. He had been all
night in the saddle, but his heart was good and his body sound, and he
rode right merrily.

The path went down and down into the marsh, till he lost sight of all
the neighbouring landmarks, but Kettley windmill on the knoll behind
him, and the extreme top of Tunstall Forest far before. On either hand
there were great fields of blowing reeds and willows, pools of water
shaking in the wind, and treacherous bogs, as green as emerald, to tempt
and to betray the traveller. The path lay almost straight through the
morass. It was already very ancient; its foundation had been laid by
Roman soldiery; in the lapse of ages much of it had sunk, and every here
and there, for a few hundred yards, it lay submerged below the stagnant
waters of the fen.

About a mile from Kettley, Dick came to one such break in the plain line
of causeway, where the reeds and willows grew dispersedly like little
islands and confused the eye. The gap, besides, was more than usually
long; it was a place where any stranger might come readily to mischief;
and Dick bethought him, with something like a pang, of the lad whom he
had so imperfectly directed. As for himself, one look backward to where
the windmill-sails were turning black against the blue of heaven--one
look forward to the high ground of Tunstall Forest, and he was
sufficiently directed, and held straight on, the water washing to his
horse's knees, as safe as on a highway.

Half-way across, and when he had already sighted the path rising high
and dry upon the farther side, he was aware of a great splashing on his
right, and saw a grey horse, sunk to its belly in the mud, and still
spasmodically struggling. Instantly, as though it had divined the
neighbourhood of help, the poor beast began to neigh most piercingly. It
rolled, meanwhile, a bloodshot eye, insane with terror; and as it
sprawled wallowing in the quag, clouds of stinging insects rose and
buzzed about it in the air.

"Alack!" thought Dick, "can the poor lad have perished? There is his
horse, for certain--a brave grey! Nay, comrade, if thou criest to me so
piteously, I will do all man can to help thee. Shalt not lie there to
drown by inches!"

And he made ready his crossbow, and put a quarrel through the creature's
head.

Dick rode on after this act of rugged mercy, somewhat sobered in spirit,
and looking closely about him for any sign of his less happy predecessor
in the way.

"I would I had dared to tell him further," he thought; "for I fear he
has miscarried in the slough."

And just as he was so thinking, a voice cried upon his name from the
causeway side, and looking over his shoulder, he saw the lad's face
peering from a clump of reeds.

"Are ye there?" he said, reining in. "Ye lay so close among the reeds
that I had passed you by. I saw your horse bemired, and put him from his
agony! which, by my sooth! an ye had been a more merciful rider, ye had
done yourself. But come forth out of your hiding. Here be none to
trouble you."

"Nay, good boy, I have no arms, nor skill to use them if I had," replied
the other, stepping forth upon the pathway.

"Why call me 'boy'?" cried Dick. "Y' are not, I trow, the elder of us
twain."

"Good Master Shelton," said the other, "prithee forgive me. I have none
the least intention to offend. Rather I would in every way beseech your
gentleness and favour, for I am now worse bestead than ever, having lost
my way, my cloak, and my poor horse. To have a riding-rod and spurs, and
never a horse to sit upon! And before all," he added, looking ruefully
upon his clothes--"before all, to be so sorrily besmirched!"

"Tut!" cried Dick. "Would ye mind a ducking? Blood of wound or dust of
travel--that's a man's adornment."

"Nay, then, I like him better plain," observed the lad. "But, prithee,
how shall I do? Prithee, good Master Richard, help me with your good
counsel. If I come not safe to Holywood, I am undone."

"Nay," said Dick, dismounting, "I will give more than counsel. Take my
horse, and I will run awhile, and when I am weary we shall change again,
that so, riding and running, both may go the speedier."

So the change was made, and they went forward as briskly as they durst
on the uneven causeway, Dick with his hand upon the other's knee.

"How call ye your name?" asked Dick.

"Call me John Matcham," replied the lad.

"And what make ye to Holywood?" Dick continued.

"I seek sanctuary from a man that would oppress me," was the answer.
"The good Abbot of Holywood is a strong pillar to the weak."

"And how came ye with Sir Daniel, Master Matcham?" pursued Dick.

"Nay," cried the other, "by the abuse of force! He hath taken me by
violence from my own place; dressed me in these weeds; ridden with me
till my heart was sick; gibed me till I could 'a' wept; and when certain
of my friends pursued, thinking to have me back, claps me in the rear
to stand their shot! I was even grazed in the right foot, and walk but
lamely. Nay, there shall come a day between us; he shall smart for all!"

"Would ye shoot at the moon with a hand-gun?" said Dick. "'Tis a valiant
knight, and hath a hand of iron. An he guessed I had made or meddled
with your flight, it would go sore with me."

"Ay, poor boy," returned the other, "y' are his ward, I know it. By the
same token, so am I, or so he saith; or else he hath bought my
marriage--I wot not rightly which; but it is some handle to oppress me
by."

"Boy again!" said Dick.

"Nay, then, shall I call you girl, good Richard?" asked Matcham.

"Never a girl for me," returned Dick. "I do abjure the crew of them!"

"Ye speak boyishly," said the other. "Ye think more of them than ye
pretend."

"Not I," said Dick stoutly. "They come not in my mind. A plague of them,
say I! Give me to hunt and to fight and to feast, and to live with jolly
foresters. I never heard of a maid yet that was for any service, save
one only; and she, poor shrew, was burned for a witch and the wearing of
men's clothes in spite of nature."

Master Matcham crossed himself with fervour, and appeared to pray.

"What make ye?" Dick inquired.

"I pray for her spirit," answered the other, with a somewhat troubled
voice.

"For a witch's spirit?" Dick cried. "But pray for her and ye list; she
was the best wench in Europe, was this Joan of Arc. Old Appleyard the
archer ran from her, he said, as if she had been Mahoun. Nay, she was a
brave wench."

"Well, but, good Master Richard," resumed Matcham, "an ye like maids so
little, y' are no true natural man; for God made them twain by
intention, and brought true love into the world, to be man's hope and
woman's comfort."

"Faugh!" said Dick. "Y' are a milk-sopping baby, so to harp on women. An
ye think I be no true man, get down upon the path, and whether at fists,
backsword, or bow and arrow, I will prove my manhood on your body."

"Nay, I am no fighter," replied Matcham eagerly. "I mean no tittle of
offence. I meant but pleasantry. And if I talk of women, it is because I
heard ye were to marry."

"I to marry!" Dick exclaimed. "Well, it is the first I hear of it. And
with whom was I to marry?"

"One Joan Sedley," replied Matcham, colouring. "It was Sir Daniel's
doing; he hath money to gain upon both sides; and, indeed, I have heard
the poor wench bemoaning herself pitifully of the match. It seems she is
of your mind, or else distasted to the bridegroom."

"Well! marriage is like death, it comes to all," said Dick, with
resignation. "And she bemoaned herself? I pray ye now, see there how
shuttle-witted are these girls: to bemoan herself before that she had
seen me! Do I bemoan myself? Not I. An I be to marry, I will marry
dry-eyed! But if ye know her, prithee, of what favour is she? fair or
foul? And is she shrewish or pleasant?"

"Nay, what matters it?" said Matcham. "An y' are to marry, ye can but
marry. What matters foul or fair? These be but toys. Y' are no milksop,
Master Richard; ye will wed with dry eyes anyhow."

"It is well said," replied Shelton. "Little I reck."

"Your lady wife is like to have a pleasant lord," said Matcham.

"She shall have the lord Heaven made for her," returned Dick. "I trow
there be worse as well as better."

"Ah, the poor wench!" cried the other.

"And why so poor?" asked Dick.

"To wed a man of wood," replied his companion. "O me, for a wooden
husband!"

"I think I be a man of wood, indeed," said Dick, "to trudge afoot the
while you ride my horse; but it is good wood, I trow."

"Good Dick, forgive me," cried the other. "Nay, y' are the best heart in
England; I but laughed. Forgive me now, sweet Dick."

"Nay, no fool words," returned Dick, a little embarrassed by his
companion's warmth. "No harm is done. I am not touchy, praise the
saints."

And at that moment the wind, which was blowing straight behind them as
they went, brought them the rough flourish of Sir Daniel's trumpeter.

"Hark!" said Dick, "the tucket soundeth."

"Ay," said Matcham, "they have found my flight, and now I am unhorsed!"
and he became pale as death.

"Nay, what cheer!" returned Dick. "Y' have a long start, and we are near
the ferry. And it is I, methinks, that am unhorsed."

"Alack, I shall be taken!" cried the fugitive. "Dick, kind Dick, beseech
ye help me but a little!"

"Why, now, what aileth thee?" said Dick. "Methinks I help you very
patently. But my heart is sorry for so spiritless a fellow! And see ye
here, John Matcham--sith John Matcham is your name--I, Richard Shelton,
tide what betideth, come what may, will see you safe in Holywood. The
saints so do to me again if I default you. Come, pick me up a good
heart, Sir White-face. The way betters here; spur me the horse. Go
faster! faster! Nay, mind not for me; I can run like a deer."

So, with the horse trotting hard, and Dick running easily alongside,
they crossed the remainder of the fen, and came out upon the banks of
the river by the ferryman's hut.




CHAPTER III

THE FEN FERRY


The river Till was a wide, sluggish, clayey water, oozing out of fens,
and in this part of its course it strained among some score of
willow-covered, marshy islets.

It was a dingy stream; but upon this bright, spirited morning everything
was become beautiful. The wind and the martens broke it up into
innumerable dimples; and the reflection of the sky was scattered over
all the surface in crumbs of smiling blue.

A creek ran up to meet the path, and close under the bank the ferryman's
hut lay snugly. It was of wattle and clay, and the grass grew green upon
the roof.

Dick went to the door and opened it. Within, upon a foul old russet
cloak, the ferryman lay stretched and shivering; a great hulk of a man,
but lean and shaken by the country fever.

"Hey, Master Shelton," he said, "be ye for the ferry? Ill times, ill
times! Look to yourself. There is a fellowship abroad. Ye were better
turn round on your two heels and try the bridge."

"Nay; time's in the saddle," answered Dick. "Time will ride, Hugh
Ferryman. I am hot in haste."

"A wilful man!" returned the ferryman, rising. "An ye win safe to the
Moat House, y' have done lucky; but I say no more." And then catching
sight of Matcham, "Who be this?" he asked, as he paused, blinking, on
the threshold of his cabin.

"It is my kinsman, Master Matcham," answered Dick.

"Give ye good day, good ferryman," said Matcham, who had dismounted,
and now came forward, leading the horse. "Launch me your boat, I
prithee; we are sore in haste."

The gaunt ferryman continued staring.

"By the mass!" he cried at length, and laughed with open throat.

Matcham coloured to his neck and winced; and Dick, with an angry
countenance, put his hand on the lout's shoulder.

"How now, churl!" he cried. "Fall to thy business, and leave mocking thy
betters."

Hugh Ferryman grumblingly undid his boat, and shoved it a little forth
into the deep water. Then Dick led in the horse, and Matcham followed.

"Ye be mortal small made, master," said Hugh, with a wide grin;
"something o' the wrong model, belike.--Nay, Master Shelton, I am for
you," he added, getting to his oars. "A cat may look at a king. I did
but take a shot of the eye at Master Matcham."

"Sirrah, no more words," said Dick. "Bend me your back."

They were by that time at the mouth of the creek, and the view opened up
and down the river. Everywhere it was enclosed with islands. Clay banks
were falling in, willows nodding, reeds waving, martens dipping and
piping. There was no sign of man in the labyrinth of waters.

"My master," said the ferryman, keeping the boat steady with one oar, "I
have a shrewd guess that John-a-Fenne is on the island. He bears me a
black grudge to all Sir Daniel's. How if I turned me up stream and
landed you an arrow-flight, above the path? Ye were best not meddle with
John Fenne."

"How, then? is he of this company?" asked Dick.

"Nay, mum is the word," said Hugh. "But I would go up water, Dick. How
if Master Matcham came by an arrow?" and he laughed again.

"Be it so, Hugh," answered Dick.

"Look ye, then," pursued Hugh. "Sith it shall so be, unsling me your
crossbow--so: now make it ready--good; place me a quarrel. Ay, keep it
so, and look upon me grimly."

"What meaneth this?" asked Dick.

"Why, my master, if I steal you across, it must be under force or fear,"
replied the ferryman; "for else, if John Fenne got wind of it, he were
like to prove my most distressful neighbour."

"Do these churls ride so roughly?" Dick inquired. "Do they command Sir
Daniel's own ferry?"

"Nay," whispered the ferryman, winking. "Mark me! Sir Daniel shall down.
His time is out. He shall down. Mum!" And he bent over his oars.

They pulled a long way up the river, turned the tail of an island, and
came softly down a narrow channel next the opposite bank. Then Hugh held
water in midstream.

"I must land you here among the willows," he said.

"Here is no path but willow swamps and quagmires," answered Dick.

"Master Shelton," replied Hugh, "I dare not take ye nearer down, for
your own sake now. He watcheth me the ferry, lying on his bow. All that
go by and owe Sir Daniel goodwill he shooteth down like rabbits. I heard
him swear it by the rood. An I had not known you of old days--ay, and
from so high upward--I would 'a' let you go on; but for old days'
remembrance, and because ye had this toy with you that's not fit for
wounds or warfare, I did risk my two poor ears to have you over whole.
Content you; I can no more, on my salvation!"

Hugh was still speaking, lying on his oars, when there came a great
shout from among the willows on the island, and sounds followed as of a
strong man breasting roughly through the wood.

"A murrain!" cried Hugh. "He was on the upper island all the while!" He
pulled straight for shore. "Threat me with your bow, good Dick; threat
me with it plain," he added. "I have tried to save your skins, save you
mine!"

The boat ran into a tough thicket of willows with a crash. Matcham,
pale, but steady and alert, at a sign from Dick ran along the thwarts
and leaped ashore; Dick, taking the horse by the bridle, sought to
follow, but what with the animal's bulk, and what with the closeness of
the thicket, both stuck fast. The horse neighed and trampled; and the
boat, which was swinging in an eddy, came on and off and pitched with
violence.

"It may not be, Hugh; here is no landing," cried Dick; but he still
struggled valiantly with the obstinate thicket and the startled animal.

A tall man appeared upon the shore of the island, a longbow in his hand.
Dick saw him for an instant, with the corner of his eye, bending the bow
with a great effort, his face crimson with hurry.

"Who goes?" he shouted. "Hugh, who goes?"

"'Tis Master Shelton, John," replied the ferryman.

"Stand, Dick Shelton!" bawled the man upon the island. "Ye shall have no
hurt, upon the rood! Stand!--Back out, Hugh Ferryman."

Dick cried a taunting answer.

"Nay, then, ye shall go afoot," returned the man; and he let drive an
arrow.

The horse, struck by the shaft, lashed out in agony and terror; the boat
capsized, and next moment all were struggling in the eddies of the
river.

When Dick came up he was within a yard of the bank; and before his eyes
were clear, his hand had closed on something firm and strong that
instantly began to drag him forward. It was the riding-rod, that
Matcham, crawling forth upon an overhanging willow, had opportunely
thrust into his grasp.

"By the mass!" cried Dick, as he was helped ashore, "that makes a life I
owe you. I swim like a cannon-ball." And he turned instantly towards the
island.

Midway over, Hugh Ferryman was swimming with his upturned boat, while
John-a-Fenne, furious at the ill-fortune of his shot, bawled to him to
hurry.

"Come, Jack," said Shelton, "run for it! Ere Hugh can hale his barge
across, or the pair of 'em can get it righted, we may be out of cry."

And adding example to his words, he began to run, dodging among the
willows, and in marshy places leaping from tussock to tussock. He had no
time to look for his direction; all he could do was to turn his back
upon the river, and put all his heart to running.

Presently, however, the ground began to rise, which showed him he was
still in the right way, and soon after they came forth upon a slope of
solid turf, where elms began to mingle with the willows.

But here Matcham, who had been dragging far into the rear, threw himself
fairly down.

"Leave me, Dick!" he cried pantingly; "I can no more."

Dick turned, and came back to where his companion lay.

"Nay, Jack, leave thee!" he cried. "That were a knave's trick, to be
sure, when ye risked a shot and a ducking, ay, and a drowning too, to
save my life. Drowning, in sooth; for why I did not pull you in along
with me, the saints alone can tell!"

"Nay," said Matcham, "I would 'a' saved us both, good Dick, for I can
swim."

"Can ye so?" cried Dick, with open eyes. It was the one manly
accomplishment of which he was himself incapable. In the order of the
things that he admired, next to having killed a man in single fight,
came swimming. "Well," he said, "here is a lesson to despise no man. I
promised to care for you as far as Holywood, and, by the rood, Jack, y'
are more capable to care for me."

"Well, Dick, we're friends now," said Matcham.

"Nay, I never was unfriends," answered Dick. "Y' are a brave lad in
your way, albeit something of a milksop too. I never met your like
before this day. But, prithee, fetch back your breath, and let us on.
Here is no place for chatter."

"My foot hurts shrewdly," said Matcham.

"Nay, I had forgot your foot," returned Dick. "Well, we must go the
gentlier. I would I knew rightly where we were. I have clean lost the
path; yet that may be for the better, too. An they watch the ferry, they
watch the path, belike, as well. I would Sir Daniel were back with two
score men; he would sweep me these rascals as the wind sweeps leaves.
Come, Jack, lean ye on my shoulder, ye poor shrew. Nay, y' are not tall
enough. What age are ye, for a wager?--twelve?"

"Nay, I am sixteen," said Matcham.

"Y' are poorly grown to height, then," answered Dick. "But take my hand.
We shall go softly, never fear. I owe you a life; I am a good repayer,
Jack, of good or evil."

They began to go forward up the slope.

"We must hit the road, early or late," continued Dick; "and then for a
fresh start. By the mass! but y' have a rickety hand, Jack. If I had a
hand like that I would think shame. I tell you," he went on, with a
sudden chuckle, "I swear by the mass I believe Hugh Ferryman took you
for a maid."

"Nay, never!" cried the other, colouring high.

"'A did, though, for a wager!" Dick exclaimed. "Small blame to him. Ye
look liker maid than man: and I tell you more--y' are a strange-looking
rogue for a boy; but for a hussy, Jack, ye would be right fair--ye
would. Ye would be well-favoured for a wench."

"Well," said Matcham, "ye know right well that I am none."

"Nay, I know that; I do but jest," said Dick. "Ye'll be a man before
your mother, Jack. What cheer, my bully? Ye shall strike shrewd strokes.
Now, which, I marvel, of you or me, shall be first knighted, Jack? for
knighted I shall be, or die for 't. 'Sir Richard Shelton, Knight': it
soundeth bravely. But 'Sir John Matcham' soundeth not amiss."

"Prithee, Dick, stop till I drink," said the other, pausing where a
little clear spring welled out of the slope into a gravelled basin no
bigger than a pocket. "And O, Dick, if I might come by anything to
eat!--my very heart aches with hunger."

"Why, fool, did ye not eat at Kettley?" asked Dick.

"I had made a vow--it was a sin I had been led into," stammered Matcham;
"but now, if it were but dry bread, I would eat it greedily."

"Sit ye, then, and eat," said Dick, "while that I scout a little forward
for the road." And he took a wallet from his girdle, wherein were bread
and pieces of dry bacon, and, while Matcham fell heartily to, struck
farther forth among the trees.

A little beyond there was a dip in the ground, where a streamlet soaked
among dead leaves; and beyond that, again, the trees were better grown
and stood wider, and oak and beech began to take the place of willow and
elm. The continued tossing and pouring of the wind among the leaves
sufficiently concealed the sounds of his footsteps on the mast; it was
for the ear what a moonless night is to the eye; but for all that Dick
went cautiously, slipping from one big trunk to another, and looking
sharply about him as he went. Suddenly a doe passed like a shadow
through the underwood in front of him, and he paused, disgusted at the
chance. This part of the wood had been certainly deserted, but now that
the poor deer had run, she was like a messenger he should have sent
before him to announce his coming; and instead of pushing farther, he
turned him to the nearest well-grown tree, and rapidly began to climb.

Luck had served him well. The oak on which he had mounted was one of the
tallest in that quarter of the wood, and easily out-topped its
neighbours by a fathom and a half; and when Dick had clambered into the
topmost fork and clung there, swinging dizzily in the great wind, he
saw behind him the whole fenny plain as far as Kettley, and the Till
wandering among woody islets, and in front of him the white line of
high-road winding through the forest. The boat had been righted--it was
even now midway on the ferry. Beyond that there was no sign of man, nor
aught moving but the wind. He was about to descend, when, taking a last
view, his eye lit upon a string of moving points about the middle of the
fen. Plainly a small troop was threading the causeway, and that at a
good pace; and this gave him some concern as he shinned vigorously down
the trunk and returned across the wood for his companion.




CHAPTER IV

A GREENWOOD COMPANY


Matcham was well rested and revived; and the two lads, winged by what
Dick had seen, hurried through the remainder of the outwood, crossed the
road in safety, and began to mount into the high ground of Tunstall
Forest. The trees grew more and more in groves, with heathy places in
between, sandy, gorsy, and dotted with old yews. The ground became more
and more uneven, full of pits and hillocks. And with every step of the
ascent the wind still blew the shriller, and the trees bent before the
gusts like fishing-rods.

They had just entered one of the clearings, when Dick suddenly clapped
down upon his face among the brambles, and began to crawl slowly
backward towards the shelter of the grove. Matcham, in great
bewilderment, for he could see no reason for this flight, still imitated
his companion's course; and it was not until they had gained the harbour
of a thicket that he turned and begged him to explain.

For all reply, Dick pointed with his finger.

At the far end of the clearing, a fir grew high above the neighbouring
wood, and planted its black shock of foliage clear against the sky. For
about fifty feet above the ground the trunk grew straight and solid like
a column. At that level, it split into two massive boughs; and in the
fork, like a mast-headed seaman, there stood a man in a green tabard,
spying far and wide. The sun glistened upon his hair; with one hand he
shaded his eyes to look abroad, and he kept slowly rolling his head from
side to side, with the regularity of a machine.

The lads exchanged glances.

"Let us try to the left," said Dick. "We had near fallen foully, Jack."

Ten minutes afterwards they struck into a beaten path.

"Here is a piece of forest that I know not," Dick remarked. "Where goeth
me this track?"

"Let us even try," said Matcham.

A few yards farther, the path came to the top of a ridge and began to go
down abruptly into a cup-shaped hollow. At the foot, out of a thick wood
of flowering hawthorn, two or three roofless gables, blackened as if by
fire, and a single tall chimney, marked the ruins of a house.

"What may this be?" whispered Matcham.

"Nay, by the mass, I know not," answered Dick. "I am all at sea. Let us
go warily."

With beating hearts, they descended through the hawthorns. Here and
there they passed signs of recent cultivation; fruit-trees and pot-herbs
ran wild among the thicket; a sun-dial had fallen in the grass; it
seemed they were treading what once had been a garden. Yet a little
farther and they came forth before the ruins of the house.

It had been a pleasant mansion and a strong. A dry ditch was dug deep
about it; but it was now choked with masonry, and bridged by a fallen
rafter. The two farther walls still stood, the sun shining through their
empty windows; but the remainder of the building had collapsed, and now
lay in a great cairn of ruin, grimed with fire. Already in the interior
a few plants were springing green among the chinks.

"Now I bethink me," whispered Dick, "this must be Grimstone. It was a
hold of one Simon Malmesbury; Sir Daniel was his bane! 'Twas Bennet
Hatch that burned it, now five years agone. In sooth, 'twas pity, for it
was a fair house."

Down in the hollow, where no wind blew, it was both warm and still; and
Matcham, laying one hand upon Dick's arm, held up a warning finger.

"Hist!" he said.

Then came a strange sound, breaking on the quiet. It was twice repeated
ere they recognised its nature. It was the sound of a big man clearing
his throat; and just then a hoarse, untuneful voice broke into
singing:--

  "Then up and spake the master, the king of the outlaws:
   'What make ye here, my merry men, among the greenwood shaws?'
   And Gamelyn made answer--he looked never adown:
   'O, they must need to walk in wood that may not walk in town!'"

The singer paused, a faint clink of iron followed, and then silence.

The two lads stood looking at each other. Whoever he might be, their
invisible neighbour was just beyond the ruin. And suddenly the colour
came into Matcham's face, and next moment he had crossed the fallen
rafter, and was climbing cautiously on the huge pile of lumber that
filled the interior of the roofless house. Dick would have withheld him,
had he been in time; as it was, he was fain to follow.

Right in the corner of the ruin, two rafters had fallen crosswise, and
protected a clear space no larger than a pew in church. Into this the
lads silently lowered themselves. There they were perfectly concealed,
and through an arrow loophole commanded a view upon the farther side.

Peering through this they were struck stiff with terror at their
predicament. To retreat was impossible; they scarce dared to breathe.
Upon the very margin of the ditch, not thirty feet from where they
crouched, an iron caldron bubbled and steamed above a glowing fire; and
close by, in an attitude of listening, as though he had caught some
sound of their clambering among the ruins, a tall, red-faced,
battered-looking man stood poised, an iron spoon in his right hand, a
horn and a formidable dagger at his belt. Plainly this was the singer;
plainly he had been stirring the caldron, when some incautious step
among the lumber had fallen upon his ear. A little farther off another
man lay slumbering, rolled in a brown cloak, with a butterfly hovering
above his face. All this was in a clearing white with daisies; and at
the extreme verge a bow, a sheaf of arrows, and part of a deer's
carcass, hung upon a flowering hawthorn.

Presently the fellow relaxed from his attitude of attention, raised the
spoon to his mouth, tasted its contents, nodded, and then fell again to
stirring and singing.

  "'O, they must need to walk in wood that may not walk in town,'"

he croaked, taking up his song where he had left it.

  "'O, sir, we walk not here at all an evil thing to do,
   But if we meet with the good king's deer to shoot a shaft into.'"

Still as he sang, he took from time to time another spoonful of the
broth, blew upon it, and tasted it, with all the airs of an experienced
cook. At length, apparently, he judged the mess was ready, for taking
the horn from his girdle, he blew three modulated calls.

The other fellow awoke, rolled over, brushed away the butterfly, and
looked about him.

"How now, brother?" he said. "Dinner?"

"Ay, sot," replied the cook, "dinner it is, and a dry dinner too, with
neither ale nor bread. But there is little pleasure in the greenwood
now; time was when a good fellow could live here like a mitred abbot,
set aside the rain and the white frosts; he had his heart's desire both
of ale and wine. But now are men's spirits dead; and this John
Amend-All, save us and guard us! but a stuffed booby to scare crows
withal."

"Nay," returned the other, "y' are too set on meat and drinking,
Lawless. Bide ye a bit; the good time cometh."

"Look ye," returned the cook, "I have even waited for this good time
sith that I was so high. I have been a grey friar; I have been a king's
archer; I have been a shipman, and sailed the salt seas; and I have been
in greenwood before this, forsooth! and shot the king's deer. What
cometh of it? Naught! I were better to have bided in the cloister. John
Abbot availeth more than John Amend-All.--By'r Lady! here they come."

One after another, tall likely fellows began to stroll into the lawn.
Each as he came produced a knife and a horn cup, helped himself from the
caldron, and sat down upon the grass to eat. They were very variously
equipped and armed; some in rusty smocks, and with nothing but a knife
and an old bow; others in the height of forest gallantry, all in Lincoln
green, both hood and jerkin, with dainty peacock arrows in their belts,
a horn upon a baldrick, and a sword and dagger at their sides. They came
in the silence of hunger, and scarce growled a salutation, but fell
instantly to meat.

There were, perhaps, a score of them already gathered, when a sound of
suppressed cheering arose close by among the hawthorns, and immediately
after five or six woodmen carrying a stretcher debouched upon the lawn.
A tall, lusty fellow, somewhat grizzled, and as brown as a smoked ham,
walked before them with an air of some authority, his bow at his back, a
bright boar-spear in his hand.

"Lads!" he cried, "good fellows all, and my right merry friends, y' have
sung this while on a dry whistle, and lived at little ease. But what
said I ever? Abide Fortune constantly; she turneth, turneth swift. And
lo! here is her little firstling--even that good creature, ale!"

There was a murmur of applause as the bearers set down the stretcher and
displayed a goodly cask.

"And now haste ye, boys," the man continued. "There is work toward. A
handful of archers are but now come to the ferry; murrey and blue is
their wear; they are our butts--they shall all taste arrows--no man of
them shall struggle through this wood. For, lads, we are here some fifty
strong, each man of us most foully wronged; for some they have lost
lands, and some friends; and some they have been outlawed--all
oppressed! Who, then, hath done this evil? Sir Daniel, by the rood!
Shall he then profit? shall he sit snug in our houses? shall he till our
fields? shall he suck the bone he robbed us of? I trow not. He getteth
him strength at law; he gaineth cases; nay, there is one case he shall
not gain--I have a writ here at my belt that, please the saints, shall
conquer him."

Lawless the cook was by this time already at his second horn of ale. He
raised it, as if to pledge the speaker.

"Master Ellis," he said, "y' are for vengeance--well it becometh
you!--but your poor brother o' the greenwood that had never lands to
lose nor friends to think upon, looketh rather, for his poor part, to
the profit of the thing. He had liefer a gold noble and a pottle of
canary wine than all the vengeances in purgatory."

"Lawless," replied the other, "to reach the Moat House, Sir Daniel must
pass the forest. We shall make that passage dearer, pardy, than any
battle. Then, when he has got to earth with such ragged handful as
escapeth us--all his great friends fallen and fled away, and none to
give him aid--we shall beleaguer that old fox about, and great shall be
the fall of him. 'Tis a fat buck; he will make a dinner for us all."

"Ay," returned Lawless, "I have eaten many of these dinners beforehand;
but the cooking of them is hot work, good Master Ellis. And meanwhile
what do we? We make black arrows, we write rhymes, and we drink fair
cold water, that discomfortable drink."

"Y' are untrue, Will Lawless. Ye still smell of the Grey Friars'
buttery; greed is your undoing," answered Ellis. "We took twenty pounds
from Appleyard. We took seven marks from the messenger last night. A day
ago we had fifty from the merchant."

"And to-day," said one of the men, "I stopped a fat pardoner riding
apace for Holywood. Here is his purse."

Ellis counted the contents.

"Five score shillings!" he grumbled. "Fool, he had more in his sandal,
or stitched into his tippet. Y' are but a child, Tom Cuckow; ye have
lost the fish."

But, for all that, Ellis pocketed the purse with nonchalance. He stood
leaning on his boar-spear, and looked round upon the rest. They, in
various attitudes, took greedily of the venison pottage, and liberally
washed it down with ale. This was a good day; they were in luck; but
business pressed, and they were speedy in their eating. The first-comers
had by this time even despatched their dinner. Some lay down upon the
grass and fell instantly asleep, like boa-constrictors; others talked
together, or overhauled their weapons; and one, whose humour was
particularly gay, holding forth an ale-horn, began to sing:

  "Here is no law in good green shaw,
     Here is no lack of meat;
   'Tis merry and quiet, with deer for our diet,
     In summer, when all is sweet.

   Come winter again, with wind and rain--
     Come winter, with snow and sleet,
   Get home to your places, with hoods on your faces,
     And sit by the fire and eat."

All this while the two lads had listened and lain close; only Richard
had unslung his crossbow, and held ready in one hand the windac, or
grappling-iron that he used to bend it. Otherwise they had not dared to
stir; and this scene of forest life had gone on before their eyes like a
scene upon a theatre. But now there came a strange interruption. The
tall chimney which overtopped the remainder of the ruins rose right
above their hiding-place. There came a whistle in the air, and then a
sounding smack, and the fragments of a broken arrow fell about their
ears. Some one from the upper quarters of the wood, perhaps the very
sentinel they saw posted in the fir, had shot an arrow at the
chimney-top.

Matcham could not restrain a little cry, which he instantly stifled, and
even Dick started with surprise, and dropped the windac from his
fingers. But to the fellows on the lawn this shaft was an expected
signal. They were all afoot together, tightening their belts, testing
their bow-strings, loosening sword and dagger in the sheath. Ellis held
up his hand; his face had suddenly assumed a look of savage energy; the
white of his eyes shone in his sun-brown face.

"Lads," he said, "ye know your places. Let not one man's soul escape
you. Appleyard was a whet before a meal; but now we go to table. I have
three men whom I will bitterly avenge--Harry Shelton, Simon Malmesbury,
and"--striking his broad bosom--"and Ellis Duckworth, by the mass!"

Another man came, red with hurry, through the thorns.

"'Tis not Sir Daniel!" he panted. "They are but seven. Is the arrow
gone?"

"It struck but now," replied Ellis.

"A murrain!" cried the messenger. "Methought I heard it whistle. And I
go dinnerless!"

In the space of a minute, some running, some walking sharply, according
as their stations were nearer or farther away, the men of the Black
Arrow had all disappeared from the neighbourhood of the ruined house;
and the caldron, and the fire, which was now burning low, and the dead
deer's carcass on the hawthorn, remained alone to testify they had been
there.




CHAPTER V

"BLOODY AS THE HUNTER"


The lads lay quiet till the last footstep had melted on the wind. Then
they arose, and with many an ache, for they were weary with constraint,
clambered through the ruins and recrossed the ditch upon the rafter.
Matcham had picked up the windac and went first, Dick following stiffly,
with his crossbow on his arm.

"And now," said Matcham, "forth to Holywood."

"To Holywood!" cried Dick, "when good fellows stand shot? Not I! I would
see you hanged first, Jack!"

"Ye would leave me, would ye?" Matcham asked.

"Ay, by my sooth!" returned Dick. "An I be not in time to warn these
lads, I will go die with them. What! would ye have me leave my own men
that I have lived among? I trow not! Give me my windac."

But there was nothing further from Matcham's mind.

"Dick," he said, "ye sware before the saints that ye would see me safe
to Holywood. Would ye be forsworn? Would you desert me--a perjurer?"

"Nay, I swear for the best," returned Dick. "I meant it too; but now!
But look ye, Jack, turn again with me. Let me but warn these men, and,
if needs must, stand shot with them; then shall all be clear, and I will
on again to Holywood and purge mine oath."

"Ye but deride me," answered Matcham. "These men ye go to succour are
the same that hunt me to my ruin."

Dick scratched his head.

"I cannot help it, Jack," he said. "Here is no remedy. What would ye? Ye
run no great peril, man; and these are in the way of death. Death!" he
added. "Think of it! What a murrain do ye keep me here for? Give me the
windac. St. George! shall they all die?"

"Richard Shelton," said Matcham, looking him squarely in the face,
"would ye, then, join party with Sir Daniel? Have ye not ears? Heard ye
not this Ellis, what he said? or have ye no heart for your own kindly
blood and the father that men slew? 'Harry Shelton,' he said; and Sir
Harry Shelton was your father, as the sun shines in heaven."

"What would ye?" Dick cried again. "Would ye have me credit thieves?"

"Nay, I have heard it before now," returned Matcham. "The fame goeth
currently, it was Sir Daniel slew him. He slew him under oath; in his
own house he shed the innocent blood. Heaven wearies for the avenging
on't; and you--the man's son--ye go about to comfort and defend the
murderer!"

"Jack," cried the lad, "I know not. It may be; what know I? But see
here: This man hath bred me up and fostered me, and his men I have
hunted with and played among; and to leave them in the hour of peril--O,
man, if I did that, I were stark dead to honour! Nay, Jack, ye would not
ask it; ye would not wish me to be base."

"But your father, Dick!" said Matcham, somewhat wavering. "Your father?
and your oath to me? Ye took the saints to witness."

"My father?" cried Shelton. "Nay, he would have me go! If Sir Daniel
slew him, when the hour comes this hand shall slay Sir Daniel; but
neither him nor his will I desert in peril. And for mine oath, good
Jack, ye shall absolve me of it here. For the lives' sake of many men
that hurt you not, and for mine honour, ye shall set me free."

"I, Dick? Never!" returned Matcham. "An ye leave me, y' are forsworn,
and so I shall declare it!"

"My blood heats," said Dick. "Give me the windac! Give it me!"

"I'll not," said Matcham. "I'll save you in your teeth."

"Not?" cried Dick, "I'll make you!"

"Try it," said the other.

They stood, looking in each other's eyes, each ready for a spring. Then
Dick leaped; and though Matcham turned instantly and fled, in two bounds
he was overtaken, the windac was twisted from his grasp, he was thrown
roughly to the ground, and Dick stood across him, flushed and menacing,
with doubled fist. Matcham lay where he had fallen, with his face in the
grass, not thinking of resistance.

Dick bent his bow.

"I'll teach you!" he cried fiercely. "Oath or no oath, ye may go hang
for me!"

And he turned and began to run. Matcham was on his feet at once, and
began running after him.

"What d'ye want?" cried Dick, stopping. "What make ye after me? Stand
off!"

"I will follow an I please," said Matcham. "This wood is free to me."

"Stand back, by'r Lady!" returned Dick, raising his bow.

"Ah, y' are a brave boy!" retorted Matcham. "Shoot!"

Dick lowered his weapon in some confusion.

"See here," he said. "Y' have done me ill enough. Go, then. Go your way
in fair wise; or, whether I will or not, I must even drive you to it."

"Well," said Matcham doggedly, "y' are the stronger. Do your worst. I
shall not leave to follow thee, Dick, unless thou makest me," he added.

Dick was almost beside himself. It went against his heart to beat a
creature so defenceless; and, for the life of him, he knew no other way
to rid himself of this unwelcome and, as he began to think, perhaps
untrue companion.

"Y' are mad, I think," he cried. "Fool-fellow, I am hasting to your
foes; as fast as foot can carry me, go I thither."

"I care not, Dick," replied the lad. "If y' are bound to die, Dick,
I'll die too. I would liefer go with you to prison than to go free
without you."

"Well," returned the other, "I may stand no longer prating. Follow me,
if ye must; but if ye play me false, it shall but little advance you,
mark ye that. Shalt have a quarrel in thine inwards, boy."

So saying, Dick took once more to his heels, keeping in the margin of
the thicket, and looking briskly about him as he went. At a good pace he
rattled out of the dell, and came again into the more open quarters of
the wood. To the left a little eminence appeared, spotted with golden
gorse, and crowned with a black tuft of firs.

"I shall see from there," he thought, and struck for it across a heathy
clearing.

He had gone but a few yards, when Matcham touched him on the arm, and
pointed. To the eastward of the summit there was a dip, and, as it were,
a valley passing to the other side; the heath was not yet out; all the
ground was rusty, like an unsecured buckler, and dotted sparingly with
yews; and there, one following another, Dick saw half a score green
jerkins mounting the ascent, and marching at their head, conspicuous by
his boar-spear, Ellis Duckworth in person. One after another gained the
top, showed for a moment against the sky, and then dipped upon the
farther side, until the last was gone.

Dick looked at Matcham with a kindlier eye.

"So y' are to be true to me, Jack?" he asked. "I thought ye were of the
other party."

Matcham began to sob.

"What cheer!" cried Dick. "Now the saints behold us! would ye snivel'
for a word?"

"Ye hurt me," sobbed Matcham. "Ye hurt me when ye threw me down. Y' are
a coward to abuse your strength."

"Nay, that is fool's talk," said Dick roughly. "Y' had no title to my
windac, Master John. I would 'a' done right to have well basted you. If
ye go with me, ye must obey me; and so, come."

Matcham had half a thought to stay behind; but, seeing that Dick
continued to scour full-tilt towards the eminence, and not so much as
looked across his shoulder, he soon thought better of that, and began to
run in turn. But the ground was very difficult and steep; Dick had
already a long start, and had, at any rate, the lighter heels, and he
had long since come to the summit, crawled forward through the firs, and
ensconced himself in a thick tuft of gorse, before Matcham, panting like
a deer, rejoined him, and lay down in silence by his side.

Below, in the bottom of a considerable valley, the short cut from
Tunstall hamlet wound downwards to the ferry. It was well beaten, and
the eye followed it easily from point to point. Here it was bordered by
open glades; there the forest closed upon it; every hundred yards it ran
beside an ambush. Far down the path, the sun shone on seven steel
salets, and from time to time, as the trees opened, Selden and his men
could be seen riding briskly, still bent upon Sir Daniel's mission. The
wind had somewhat fallen, but still tussled merrily with the trees, and,
perhaps, had Appleyard been there, he would have drawn a warning from
the troubled conduct of the birds.

"Now, mark," Dick whispered. "They be already well advanced into the
wood; their safety lieth rather in continuing forward. But see ye where
this wide glade runneth down before us, and in the midst of it, these
two score trees make like an island? There were their safety. An they
but come sound as far as that, I will make shift to warn them. But my
heart misgiveth me; they are but seven against so many, and they but
carry crossbows. The long-bow, Jack, will have the uppermost ever."

Meanwhile, Selden and his men still wound up the path, ignorant of their
danger, and momently drew nearer hand. Once, indeed, they paused, drew
into a group, and seemed to point and listen. But it was something from
far away across the plain that had arrested their attention--a hollow
growl of cannon that came, from time to time, upon the wind, and told
of the great battle. It was worth a thought, to be sure; for if the
voice of the big guns were thus become audible in Tunstall Forest, the
fight must have rolled ever eastward, and the day, by consequence, gone
sore against Sir Daniel and the lords of the dark rose.

But presently the little troop began again to move forward, and came
next to a very open, heathy portion of the way, where but a single
tongue of forest ran down to join the road. They were but just abreast
of this, when an arrow shone flying. One of the men threw up his arms,
his horse reared, and both fell and struggled together in a mass. Even
from where the boys lay they could hear the rumour of the men's voices
crying out; they could see the startled horses prancing, and, presently,
as the troop began to recover from their first surprise, one fellow
beginning to dismount. A second arrow from somewhat farther off glanced
in a wide arch; a second rider bit the dust. The man who was dismounting
lost hold upon the rein, and his horse fled galloping, and dragged him
by the foot along the road, bumping from stone to stone, and battered by
the fleeing hoofs. The four who still kept the saddle instantly broke
and scattered; one wheeled and rode, shrieking, towards the ferry; the
other three, with loose rein and flying raiment, came galloping up the
road from Tunstall. From every clump they passed an arrow sped. Soon a
horse fell, but the rider found his feet and continued to pursue his
comrades till a second shot despatched him. Another man fell; then
another horse; out of the whole troop there was but one fellow left, and
he on foot; only, in different directions, the noise of the galloping of
three riderless horses was dying fast into the distance.

All this time not one of the assailants had for a moment showed himself.
Here and there along the path, horse or man rolled, undespatched, in his
agony; but no merciful enemy broke cover to put them from their pain.

The solitary survivor stood bewildered in the road beside his fallen
charger. He had come the length of that broad glade, with the island of
timber, pointed out by Dick. He was not, perhaps, five hundred yards
from where the boys lay hidden; and they could see him plainly, looking
to and fro in deadly expectation. But nothing came; and the man began to
pluck up his courage, and suddenly unslung and bent his bow. At the same
time, by something in his action, Dick recognised Selden.

At this offer of resistance, from all about him in the covert of the
woods there went up the sound of laughter. A score of men, at least--for
this was the very thickest of the ambush--joined in this cruel and
untimely mirth. Then an arrow glanced over Selden's shoulder; and he
leaped and ran a little back. Another dart struck quivering at his heel.
He made for the cover. A third shaft leaped out right in his face, and
fell short in front of him. And then the laughter was repeated loudly,
rising and re-echoing from different thickets.

It was plain that his assailants were but baiting him, as men, in those
days, baited the poor bull, or as the cat still trifles with the mouse.
The skirmish was well over; farther down the road, a fellow in green was
already calmly gathering the arrows; and now, in the evil pleasure of
their hearts, they gave themselves the spectacle of their poor
fellow-sinner in his torture.

Selden began to understand; he uttered a roar of anger, shouldered his
crossbow, and sent a quarrel at a venture into the wood. Chance favoured
him, for a slight cry responded. Then, throwing down his weapon, Selden
began to run before him up the glade, and almost in a straight line for
Dick and Matcham.

The companions of the Black Arrow now began to shoot in earnest. But
they were properly served; their chance had passed; most of them had now
to shoot against the sun; and Selden, as he ran, bounded from side to
side to baffle and deceive their aim. Best of all, by turning up the
glade he had defeated their preparations; there were no marksmen posted
higher up than the one whom he had just killed or wounded; and the
confusion of the foresters' counsels soon became apparent. A whistle
sounded thrice, and then again twice. It was repeated from another
quarter. The woods on either side became full of the sound of people
bursting through the underwood; and a bewildered deer ran out into the
open, stood for a second on three feet, with nose in air, and then
plunged again into the thicket.

Selden still ran, bounding; ever and again an arrow followed him, but
still would miss. It began to appear as if he might escape. Dick had his
bow armed, ready to support him; even Matcham, forgetful of his
interest, took sides at heart for the poor fugitive; and both lads
glowed and trembled in the ardour of their hearts.

He was within fifty yards of them when an arrow struck him, and he fell.
He was up again, indeed, upon the instant; but now he ran staggering,
and, like a blind man, turned aside from his direction.

Dick leaped to his feet and waved to him.

"Here!" he cried. "This way! here is help! Nay, run, fellow--run!"

But just then a second arrow struck Selden in the shoulder, between the
plates of his brigandine, and, piercing through his jack, brought him,
like a stone, to earth.

"O the poor heart!" cried Matcham, with clasped hands.

And Dick stood petrified upon the hill, a mark for archery.

Ten to one he had speedily been shot--for the foresters were furious
with themselves, and taken unawares by Dick's appearance in the rear of
their position--but instantly out of a quarter of the wood surprisingly
near to the two lads, a stentorian voice arose, the voice of Ellis
Duckworth.

"Hold!" it roared. "Shoot not! Take him alive! It is young
Shelton--Harry's son."

And immediately after a shrill whistle sounded several times, and was
again taken up and repeated farther off. The whistle, it appeared, was
John Amend-All's battle trumpet, by which he published his directions.

"Ah, foul fortune!" cried Dick. "We are undone. Swiftly, Jack, come
swiftly!"

And the pair turned and ran back through the open pine clump that
covered the summit of the hill.




CHAPTER VI

TO THE DAY'S END


It was, indeed, high time for them to run. On every side the company of
the Black Arrow was making for the hill. Some, being better runners, or
having open ground to run upon, had far outstripped the others, and were
already close upon the goal; some, following valleys, had spread out to
right and left, and outflanked the lads on either side.

Dick plunged into the nearest cover. It was a tall grove of oaks, firm
under foot and clear of underbrush, and as it lay down hill, they made
good speed. There followed next a piece of open, which Dick avoided,
holding to his left. Two minutes after, and the same obstacle arising,
the lads followed the same course. Thus it followed that, while the
lads, bending continually to the left, drew nearer and nearer to the
high-road and the river which they had crossed an hour or two before,
the great bulk of their pursuers were leaning to the other hand, and
running towards Tunstall.

The lads paused to breathe. There was no sound of pursuit. Dick put his
ear to the ground, and still there was nothing; but the wind, to be
sure, still made a turmoil in the trees, and it was hard to make
certain.

"On again!" said Dick; and, tired as they were, and Matcham limping with
his injured foot, they pulled themselves together, and once more pelted
down the hill.

Three minutes later they were breasting through a low thicket of
evergreen. High overhead the tall trees made a continuous roof of
foliage. It was a pillared grove, as high as a cathedral, and except for
the hollies among which the lads were struggling, open and smoothly
swarded.

On the other side, pushing through the last fringe of evergreen, they
blundered forth again into the open twilight of the grove.

"Stand!" cried a voice.

And there, between the huge stems, not fifty feet before them, they
beheld a stout fellow in green, sore blown with running, who instantly
drew an arrow to the head and covered them. Matcham stopped with a cry;
but Dick, without a pause, ran straight upon the forester, drawing his
dagger as he went. The other, whether he was startled by the daring of
the onslaught, or whether he was hampered by his orders, did not shoot:
he stood wavering; and before he had time to come to himself, Dick
bounded at his throat, and sent him sprawling backward on the turf. The
arrow went one way and the bow another with a sounding twang. The
disarmed forester grappled his assailant; but the dagger shone and
descended twice. Then came a couple of groans, and then Dick rose to his
feet again, and the man lay motionless, stabbed to the heart.

"On!" said Dick; and he once more pelted forward, Matcham trailing in
the rear. To say truth, they made but poor speed of it by now, labouring
dismally as they ran, and catching for their breath like fish. Matcham
had a cruel stitch, and his head swam; and as for Dick, his knees were
like lead. But they kept up the form of running with undiminished
courage.

Presently they came to the end of the grove. It stopped abruptly; and
there, a few yards before them, was the high-road from Risingham to
Shoreby, lying, at this point, between two even walls of forest.

At the sight Dick paused; and as soon as he stopped running, he became
aware of a confused noise, which rapidly grew louder. It was at first
like the rush of a very high gust of wind, but it soon became more
definite, and resolved itself into the galloping of horses; and then, in
a flash, a whole company of men-at-arms came driving round the corner,
swept before the lads, and were gone again upon the instant. They rode
as for their lives, in complete disorder; some of them were wounded;
riderless horses galloped at their side with bloody saddles. They were
plainly fugitives from the great battle.

The noise of their passage had scarce begun to die away towards Shoreby,
before fresh hoofs came echoing in their wake, and another deserter
clattered down the road; this time a single rider, and, by his splendid
armour, a man of high degree. Close after him there followed several
baggage-waggons, fleeing at an ungainly canter, the drivers flailing at
the horses as if for life. These must have run early in the day; but
their cowardice was not to save them. For just before they came abreast
of where the lads stood wondering, a man in hacked armour, and seemingly
beside himself with fury, overtook the waggons, and with the truncheon
of a sword began to cut the drivers down. Some leaped from their places
and plunged into the wood; the others he sabred as they sat, cursing
them the while for cowards in a voice that was scarce human.

All this time the noise in the distance had continued to increase; the
rumble of carts, the clatter of horses, the cries of men, a great,
confused rumour, came swelling on the wind; and it was plain that the
rout of a whole army was pouring, like an inundation, down the road.

Dick stood sombre. He had meant to follow the highway till the turn for
Holywood, and now he had to change his plan. But above all, he had
recognised the colours of Earl Risingham, and he knew that the battle
had gone finally against the rose of Lancaster. Had Sir Daniel joined,
and was he now a fugitive, and ruined? or had he deserted to the side of
York, and was he forfeit to honour? It was an ugly choice.

"Come," he said sternly; and, turning on his heel, he began to walk
forward through the grove, with Matcham limping in his rear.

For some time they continued to thread the forest in silence. It was now
growing late; the sun was setting in the plain beyond Kettley; the
tree-tops overhead glowed golden; but the shadows had begun to grow
darker and the chill of the night to fall.

"If there was anything to eat!" cried Dick suddenly, pausing as he
spoke.

Matcham sat down and began to weep.

"Ye can weep for your own supper, but when it was to save men's lives
your heart was hard enough," said Dick contemptuously. "Y' have seven
deaths upon your conscience, Master John; I'll ne'er forgive you that."

"Conscience!" cried Matcham, looking fiercely up. "Mine! And ye have the
man's red blood upon your dagger! And wherefore did ye slay him, the
poor soul? He drew his arrow, but he let not fly; he held you in his
hand, and spared you! 'Tis as brave to kill a kitten as a man that not
defends himself."

Dick was struck dumb.

"I slew him fair. I ran me in upon his bow," he cried.

"It was a coward blow," returned Matcham. "Y' are but a lout and bully,
Master Dick; ye but abuse advantages; let there come a stronger, we will
see you truckle at his boot! Ye care not for vengeance, neither--for
your father's death that goes unpaid, and his poor ghost that clamoureth
for justice. But if there come but a poor creature in your hands that
lacketh skill and strength, and would befriend you, down she shall go!"

Dick was too furious to observe that "she."

"Marry!" he cried, "and here is news! Of any two the one will still be
stronger. The better man throweth the worse, and the worse is well
served. Ye deserve a belting, Master Matcham, for your ill-guidance and
unthankfulness to me-ward; and what ye deserve ye shall have."

And Dick, who, even in his angriest temper, still preserved the
appearance of composure, began to unbuckle his belt.

"Here shall be your supper," he said grimly.

Matcham had stopped his tears; he was as white as a sheet, but he
looked Dick steadily in the face, and never moved. Dick took a step,
swinging the belt. Then he paused, embarrassed by the large eyes and the
thin, weary face of his companion. His courage began to subside.

"Say ye were in the wrong, then," he said lamely.

"Nay," said Matcham, "I was in the right. Come, cruel! I be lame; I be
weary; I resist not; I ne'er did thee hurt; come, beat me, coward!"

Dick raised the belt at this last provocation; but Matcham winced and
drew himself together with so cruel an apprehension, that his heart
failed him yet again. The strap fell by his side, and he stood
irresolute, feeling like a fool.

"A plague upon thee, shrew!" he said. "An ye be so feeble of hand ye
should keep the closer guard upon your tongue. But I'll be hanged before
I beat you!" and he put on his belt again. "Beat you I will not," he
continued; "but forgive you?--never. I knew ye not; ye were my master's
enemy; I lent you my horse; my dinner ye have eaten; y' have called me a
man o' wood, a coward, and a bully. Nay, by the mass! the measure is
filled and runneth over. 'Tis a great thing to be weak, I trow: ye can
do your worst, yet shall none punish you; ye may steal a man's weapons
in the hour of need, yet may the man not take his own again;--y' are
weak, forsooth! Nay, then, if one cometh charging at you with a lance,
and crieth he is weak, ye must let him pierce your body through! Tut!
fool words!"

"And yet ye beat me not," returned Matcham.

"Let be," said Dick--"let be. I will instruct you. Y' have been
ill-nurtured, methinks, and yet ye have the makings of some good, and,
beyond all question, saved me from the river. Nay, I had forgotten it; I
am as thankless as thyself. But, come, let us on. An we be for Holywood
this night, ay, or to-morrow early, we had best set forward speedily."

But though Dick had talked himself back into his usual good-humour,
Matcham had forgiven him nothing. His violence, the recollection of the
forester whom he had slain--above all, the vision of the upraised belt,
were things not easily to be forgotten.

"I will thank you, for the form's sake," said Matcham. "But, in sooth,
good Master Shelton, I had liefer find my way alone. Here is a wide
wood; prithee, let each choose his path; I owe you a dinner and a
lesson. Fare ye well!"

"Nay," cried Dick, "if that be your tune, so be it, and a plague be with
you!"

Each turned aside, and they began walking off severally, with no thought
of the direction, intent solely on their quarrel. But Dick had not gone
ten paces ere his name was called, and Matcham came running after.

"Dick," he said, "it were unmannerly to part so coldly. Here is my hand,
and my heart with it. For all that wherein you have so excellently
served and helped me--not for the form, but from the heart, I thank you.
Fare ye right well."

"Well, lad," returned Dick, taking the hand which was offered him, "good
speed to you, if speed you may. But I misdoubt it shrewdly. Y' are too
disputatious."

So then they separated for the second time; and presently it was Dick
who was running after Matcham.

"Here," he said, "take my crossbow; shalt not go unarmed."

"A crossbow!" said Matcham. "Nay, boy, I have neither the strength to
bend nor yet the skill to aim with it. It were no help to me, good boy.
But yet I thank you."

The night had now fallen, and under the trees they could no longer read
each other's face.

"I will go some little way with you," said Dick. "The night is dark. I
would fain leave you on a path, at least. My mind misgiveth me, y' are
likely to be lost."

Without any more words he began to walk forward, and the other once more
followed him. The blackness grew thicker and thicker; only here and
there, in open places, they saw the sky, dotted with small stars. In the
distance, the noise of the rout of the Lancastrian army still continued
to be faintly audible; but with every step they left it farther in the
rear.

At the end of half an hour of silent progress they came forth upon a
broad patch of heathy open. It glimmered in the light of the stars,
shaggy with fern and islanded with clumps of yew. And here they paused
and looked upon each other.

"Y' are weary?" Dick said.

"Nay, I am so weary," answered Matcham, "that methinks I could lie down
and die."

"I hear the chiding of a river," returned Dick. "Let us go so far forth,
for I am sore athirst."

The ground sloped down gently; and, sure enough, in the bottom, they
found a little murmuring river, running among willows. Here they threw
themselves down together by the brink; and putting their mouths to the
level of a starry pool, they drank their fill.

"Dick," said Matcham, "it may not be. I can no more."

"I saw a pit as we came down," said Dick. "Let us lie down therein and
sleep."

"Nay, but with all my heart!" cried Matcham.

The pit was sandy and dry; a shock of brambles hung upon one edge, and
made a partial shelter; and there the two lads lay down, keeping close
together for the sake of warmth, their quarrel all forgotten. And soon
sleep fell upon them like a cloud, and under the dew and stars they
rested peacefully.




CHAPTER VII

THE HOODED FACE


They awoke in the grey of the morning; the birds were not yet in full
song, but twittered here and there among the woods; the sun was not yet
up, but the eastern sky was barred with solemn colours. Half-starved and
over-weary as they were, they lay without moving, sunk in a delightful
lassitude. And as they thus lay, the clang of a bell fell suddenly upon
their ears.

"A bell!" said Dick, sitting up. "Can we be, then, so near to Holywood?"

A little after, the bell clanged again, but this time somewhat nearer
hand; and from that time forth, and still drawing nearer and nearer, it
continued to sound brokenly abroad in the silence of the morning.

"Nay, what should this betoken?" said Dick, who was now broad awake.

"It is some one walking," returned Matcham, "and the bell tolleth ever
as he moves."

"I see that well," said Dick. "But wherefore? What maketh he in Tunstall
Woods? Jack," he added, "laugh at me an ye will, but I like not the
hollow sound of it."

"Nay," said Matcham, with a shiver, "it hath a doleful note. And the day
were not come----"

But just then the bell, quickening its pace, began to ring thick and
hurried, and then it gave a signal hammering jangle, and was silent for
a space.

"It is as though the bearer had run for a paternoster-while, and then
leaped the river," Dick observed.

"And now beginneth he again to pace soberly forward," added Matcham.

"Nay," returned Dick--"nay, not so soberly, Jack. 'Tis a man that
walketh you right speedily. 'Tis a man in some fear of his life, or
about some hurried business. See ye not how swift the beating draweth
near?"

"It is now close by," said Matcham.

They were now on the edge of the pit; and as the pit itself was on a
certain eminence, they commanded a view over the greater proportion of
the clearing, up to the thick woods that closed it in.

The daylight, which was very clear and grey, showed them a riband of
white footpath wandering among the gorse. It passed some hundred yards
from the pit, and ran the whole length of the clearing, east and west.
By the line of its course, Dick judged it should lead more or less
directly to the Moat House.

Upon this path, stepping forth from the margin of the wood, a white
figure now appeared. It paused a little, and seemed to look about; and
then, at a slow pace, and bent almost double, it began to draw near
across the heath. At every step the bell clanked. Face it had none; a
white hood, not even pierced with eye-holes, veiled the head; and as the
creature moved, it seemed to feel its way with the tapping of a stick.
Fear fell upon the lads, as cold as death.

"A leper!" said Dick hoarsely.

"His touch is death," said Matcham. "Let us run."

"Not so," returned Dick. "See ye not?--he is stone-blind. He guideth him
with a staff. Let us lie still; the wind bloweth towards the path, and
he will go by and hurt us not. Alas, poor soul, and we should rather
pity him!"

"I will pity him when he is by," replied Matcham.

The blind leper was now about half-way towards them, and just then the
sun rose and shone full on his veiled face. He had been a tall man
before he was bowed by his disgusting sickness, and even now he walked
with a vigorous step. The dismal beating of his bell, the pattering of
the stick, the eyeless screen before his countenance, and the knowledge
that he was not only doomed to death and suffering, but shut out for
ever from the touch of his fellow-men, filled the lads' bosoms with
dismay; and at every step that brought him nearer, their courage and
strength seemed to desert them.

As he came about level with the pit, he paused, and turned his face full
upon the lads.

"Mary be my shield! He sees us!" said Matcham faintly.

"Hush!" whispered Dick. "He doth but hearken. He is blind, fool!"

The leper looked or listened, whichever he was really doing, for some
seconds. Then he began to move on again, but presently paused once more,
and again turned and seemed to gaze upon the lads. Even Dick became
dead-white and closed his eyes, as if by the mere sight he might become
infected. But soon the bell sounded, and this time, without any further
hesitation, the leper crossed the remainder of the little heath and
disappeared into the covert of the woods.

"He saw us," said Matcham. "I could swear it!"

"Tut!" returned Dick, recovering some sparks of courage. "He but heard
us. He was in fear, poor soul! An ye were blind, and walked in a
perpetual night, ye would start yourself, if ever a twig rustled or a
bird cried 'Peep.'"

"Dick, good Dick, he saw us," repeated Matcham. "When a man hearkeneth,
he doth not as this man; he doth otherwise, Dick. This was seeing; it
was not hearing. He means foully. Hark, else, if his bell be not
stopped!"

Such was the case. The bell rang no longer.

"Nay," said Dick, "I like not that. Nay," he cried again, "I like that
little. What may this betoken? Let us go, by the mass!"

"He hath gone east," added Matcham. "Good Dick, let us go westward
straight. I shall not breathe till I have my back turned upon that
leper."

"Jack, y' are too cowardly," replied Dick. "We shall go fair for
Holywood, or as fair, at least, as I can guide you, and that will be due
north."

They were afoot at once, passed the stream upon some stepping-stones,
and began to mount on the other side, which was steeper, towards the
margin of the wood. The ground became very uneven, full of knolls and
hollows; trees grew scattered or in clumps; it became difficult to
choose a path, and the lads somewhat wandered. They were weary, besides,
with yesterday's exertions and the lack of food, and they moved but
heavily and dragged their feet among the sand.

Presently, coming to the top of a knoll, they were aware of the leper,
some hundred feet in front of them, crossing the line of their march by
a hollow. His bell was silent, his staff no longer tapped the ground,
and he went before him with the swift and assured footsteps of a man who
sees. Next moment he had disappeared into a little thicket.

The lads, at the first glimpse, had crouched behind a tuft of gorse;
there they lay, horror-struck.

"Certain, he pursueth us," said Dick--"certain. He held the clapper of
his bell in one hand, saw ye? that it should not sound. Now may the
saints aid and guide us, for I have no strength to combat pestilence!"

"What maketh he?" cried Matcham. "What doth he want? Who ever heard the
like, that a leper, out of mere malice, should pursue unfortunates? Hath
he not his bell to that very end, that people may avoid him? Dick, there
is below this something deeper."

"Nay, I care not," moaned Dick; "the strength is gone out of me; my legs
are like water. The saints be mine assistance!"

"Would ye lie there idle?" cried Matcham. "Let us back into the open. We
have the better chance; he cannot steal upon us unawares."

"Not I," said Dick. "My time is come; and peradventure he may pass us
by."

"Bend me, then, your bow!" cried the other. "What! will ye be a man?"

Dick crossed himself. "Would ye have me shoot upon a leper?" he cried.
"The hand would fail me. Nay, now," he added--"nay, now, let be. With
sound men I will fight, but not with ghosts and lepers. Which this is, I
wot not. One or other, Heaven be our protection!"

"Now," said Matcham, "if this be man's courage, what a poor thing is
man! But sith ye will do naught, let us lie close."

Then came a single, broken jangle on the bell.

"He hath missed his hold upon the clapper," whispered Matcham. "Saints!
how near he is!"

But Dick answered never a word; his teeth were near chattering.

Soon they saw a piece of the white robe between some bushes; then the
leper's head was thrust forth from behind a trunk, and he seemed
narrowly to scan the neighbourhood before he once again withdrew. To
their stretched senses the whole bush appeared alive with rustlings and
the creak of twigs; and they heard the beating of each other's heart.

Suddenly, with a cry, the leper sprang into the open close by, and ran
straight upon the lads. They, shrieking aloud, separated and began to
run different ways. But their horrible enemy fastened upon Matcham, ran
him swiftly down, and had him almost instantly a prisoner. The lad gave
one scream that echoed high and far over the forest, he had one spasm of
struggling, and then all his limbs relaxed, and he fell limp into his
captor's arms.

Dick heard the cry and turned. He saw Matcham fall; and on the instant
his spirit and his strength revived. With a cry of pity and anger, he
unslung and bent his arblast. But ere he had time to shoot, the leper
held up his hand.

"Hold your shot, Dickon!" cried a familiar voice. "Hold your shot, mad
wag! Know ye not a friend?"

And then, laying down Matcham on the turf, he undid the hood from off
his face, and disclosed the features of Sir Daniel Brackley.

"Sir Daniel!" cried Dick.

"Ay, by the mass, Sir Daniel!" returned the knight. "Would ye shoot upon
your guardian, rogue? But here is this----" And there he broke off and
pointing to Matcham, asked--"How call ye him, Dick?"

"Nay," said Dick, "I call him Master Matcham. Know ye him not? He said
ye knew him!"

"Ay," replied Sir Daniel, "I know the lad"; and he chuckled. "But he has
fainted; and, by my sooth, he might have had less to faint for. Hey,
Dick? Did I put the fear of death upon you?"

"Indeed, Sir Daniel, ye did that," said Dick, and sighed again at the
mere recollection. "Nay, sir, saving your respect, I had as lief 'a' met
the devil in person; and to speak truth, I am yet all a-quake. But what
made ye, sir, in such a guise?"

Sir Daniel's brow grew suddenly black with anger.

"What made I?" he said. "Ye do well to mind me of it! What? I skulked
for my poor life in my own wood of Tunstall, Dick. We were ill sped at
the battle; we but got there to be swept among the rout. Where be all my
good men-at-arms? Dick, by the mass, I know not! We were swept down; the
shot fell thick among us; I have not seen one man in my own colours
since I saw three fall. For myself, I came sound to Shoreby, and being
mindful of the Black Arrow, got me this gown and bell, and came softly
by the path for the Moat House. There is no disguise to be compared with
it; the jingle of this bell would scare me the stoutest outlaw in the
forest; they would all turn pale to hear it. At length I came by you and
Matcham. I could see but evilly through this same hood, and was not sure
of you, being chiefly, and for many a good cause, astonished at the
finding you together. Moreover, in the open, where I had to go slowly
and tap with my staff, I feared to disclose myself.--But see," he added,
"this poor shrew begins a little to revive. A little good canary will
comfort the heart of it."

The knight, from under his long dress, produced a stout bottle, and
began to rub the temples and wet the lips of the patient, who returned
gradually to consciousness, and began to roll dim eyes from one to
another.

"What cheer, Jack?" said Dick. "It was no leper after all; it was Sir
Daniel! See!"

"Swallow me a good draught of this," said the knight. "This will give
you manhood. Thereafter I will give you both a meal, and we shall all
three on to Tunstall. For, Dick," he continued, laying forth bread and
meat upon the grass, "I will avow to you, in all good conscience, it
irks me sorely to be safe between four walls. Not since I backed a horse
have I been pressed so hard; peril of life, jeopardy of land and
livelihood, and, to sum up, all these losels in the wood to hunt me
down. But I be not yet shent. Some of my lads will pick me their way
home. Hatch hath ten fellows; Selden, he had six. Nay, we shall soon be
strong again; and if I can but buy my peace with my right fortunate and
undeserving Lord of York, why, Dick, we'll be a man again, and go
a-horseback!"

And so saying, the knight filled himself a horn of canary, and pledged
his ward in dumb show.

"Selden," Dick faltered--"Selden----" And he paused again.

Sir Daniel put down the wine untasted.

"How!" he cried, in a changed voice. "Selden? Speak! What of Selden?"

Dick stammered forth the tale of the ambush and the massacre.

The knight heard in silence; but, as he listened, his countenance became
convulsed with rage and grief.

"Now here," he cried, "on my right hand, I swear to avenge it! If that I
fail, if that I spill not ten men's souls for each, may this hand wither
from my body! I broke this Duckworth like a rush; I beggared him to his
door; I burned the thatch above his head; I drove him from this
country; and now, cometh he back to beard me? Nay, but, Duckworth, this
time it shall go bitter hard!"

He was silent for some time, his face working.

"Eat!" he cried suddenly.--"And you here," he added to Matcham, "swear
me an oath to follow straight to the Moat House."

"I will pledge mine honour," replied Matcham.

"What make I with your honour?" cried the knight. "Swear me upon your
mother's welfare!"

Matcham gave the required oath; and Sir Daniel readjusted the hood over
his face, and prepared his bell and staff. To see him once more in that
appalling travesty somewhat revived the horror of his two companions.
But the knight was soon upon his feet.

"Eat with despatch," he said, "and follow me yarely to mine house."

And with that he set forth again into the woods; and presently after the
bell began to sound, numbering his steps, and the two lads sat by their
untasted meal, and heard it die slowly away up-hill into the distance.

"And so ye go to Tunstall?" Dick inquired.

"Yea, verily," said Matcham, "when needs must! I am braver behind Sir
Daniel's back than to his face."

They ate hastily, and set forth along the path through the airy upper
levels of the forest, where great beeches stood apart among green lawns,
and the birds and squirrels made merry on the boughs. Two hours later
they began to descend upon the other side, and already, among the
tree-tops, saw before them the red walls and roofs of Tunstall House.

"Here," said Matcham, pausing, "ye shall take your leave of your friend
Jack, whom y' are to see no more. Come, Dick, forgive him what he did
amiss, as he, for his part, cheerfully and lovingly forgiveth you."

"And wherefore so?" asked Dick. "An we both go to Tunstall, I shall see
you yet again, I trow, and that right often."

"Ye'll never again see poor Jack Matcham," replied the other, "that was
so fearful and burthensome, and yet plucked you from the river; ye'll
not see him more, Dick, by mine honour!" He held his arms open, and the
lads embraced and kissed. "And, Dick," continued Matcham, "my spirit
bodeth ill. Y' are now to see a new Sir Daniel; for heretofore hath all
prospered in his hands exceedingly, and fortune followed him; but now,
methinks, when his fate hath come upon him, and he runs the adventure of
his life, he will prove but a foul lord to both of us. He may be brave
in battle, but he hath the liar's eye; there is fear in his eye, Dick,
and fear is as cruel as the wolf! We go down into that house, St. Mary
guide us forth again!"

And so they continued their descent in silence, and came out at last
before Sir Daniel's forest stronghold, where it stood, low and shady,
flanked with round towers and stained with moss and lichen, in the
lilied waters of the moat. Even as they appeared, the doors were opened,
the bridge lowered, and Sir Daniel himself, with Hatch and the parson at
his side, stood ready to receive them.




BOOK II

THE MOAT HOUSE




CHAPTER I

DICK ASKS QUESTIONS


The Moat House stood not far from the rough forest road. Externally it
was a compact rectangle of red stone, flanked at each corner by a round
tower, pierced for archery and battlemented at the top. Within, it
enclosed a narrow court. The moat was perhaps twelve feet wide, crossed
by a single drawbridge. It was supplied with water by a trench, leading
to a forest pool, and commanded, through its whole length, from the
battlements of the two southern towers. Except that one or two tall and
thick trees had been suffered to remain within half a bowshot of the
walls, the house was in a good posture for defence.

In the court Dick found a part of the garrison busy with preparations
for defence, and gloomily discussing the chances of a siege. Some were
making arrows, some sharpening swords that had long been disused; but,
even as they worked, they shook their heads.

Twelve of Sir Daniel's party had escaped the battle, run the gauntlet
through the wood, and come alive to the Moat House. But out of this
dozen, three had been gravely wounded: two at Risingham in the disorder
of the rout, one by John Amend-All's marksmen as he crossed the forest.
This raised the force of the garrison, counting Hatch, Sir Daniel, and
young Shelton, to twenty-two effective men. And more might be
continually expected to arrive. The danger lay not, therefore, in the
lack of men.

It was the terror of the Black Arrow that oppressed the spirits of the
garrison. For their open foes of the party of York, in these most
changing times, they felt but a far-away concern. "The world," as
people said in those days, "might change again" before harm came. But
for their neighbours in the wood they trembled. It was not Sir Daniel
alone who was a mark for hatred. His men, conscious of impunity, had
carried themselves cruelly through all the country. Harsh commands had
been harshly executed; and of the little band that now sat talking in
the court, there was not one but had been guilty of some act of
oppression or barbarity. And now, by the fortune of war, Sir Daniel had
become powerless to protect his instruments; now, by the issue of some
hours of battle, at which many of them had not been present, they had
all become punishable traitors to the State, outside the buckler of the
law, a shrunken company in a poor fortress that was hardly tenable, and
exposed upon all sides to the just resentment of their victims. Nor had
there been lacking grisly advertisements of what they might expect.

At different periods of the evening and the night, no fewer than seven
riderless horses had come neighing in terror to the gate. Two were from
Selden's troop; five belonged to men who had ridden with Sir Daniel to
the field. Lastly, a little before dawn, a spearman had come staggering
to the moat-side, pierced by three arrows; even as they carried him in,
his spirit had departed; but, by the words that he uttered in his agony,
he must have been the last survivor of a considerable company of men.

Hatch himself showed, under his sun-brown, the pallor of anxiety; and
when he had taken Dick aside and learned the fate of Selden, he fell on
a stone bench and fairly wept. The others, from where they sat on stools
or doorsteps in the sunny angle of the court, looked at him with wonder
and alarm, but none ventured to inquire the cause of his emotion.

"Nay, Master Shelton," said Hatch at last--"nay, but what said I? We
shall all go. Selden was a man of his hands; he was like a brother to
me. Well, he has gone second; well, we shall all follow! For what said
their knave rhyme?--'A black arrow in each black heart.' Was it not so
it went? Appleyard, Selden, Smith, old Humphrey gone; and there lieth
poor John Carter, crying, poor sinner, for the priest."

Dick gave ear. Out of a low window, hard by where they were talking,
groans and murmurs came to his ear.

"Lieth he there?" he asked.

"Ay, in the second porter's chamber," answered Hatch. "We could not bear
him farther, soul and body were so bitterly at odds. At every step we
lifted him he thought to wend. But now, methinks, it is the soul that
suffereth. Ever for the priest he crieth, and Sir Oliver, I wot not why,
still cometh not. 'Twill be a long shrift; but poor Appleyard and poor
Selden, they had none."

Dick stooped to the window and looked in. The little cell was low and
dark, but he could make out the wounded soldier lying moaning on his
pallet.

"Carter, poor friend, how goeth it?" he asked.

"Master Shelton," returned the man, in an excited whisper, "for the dear
light of heaven, bring the priest. Alack, I am sped: I am brought very
low down; my hurt is to the death. Ye may do me no more service; this
shall be the last. Now, for my poor soul's interest, and as a loyal
gentleman, bestir you; for I have that matter on my conscience that
shall drag me deep."

He groaned, and Dick heard the grating of his teeth, whether in pain or
terror.

Just then Sir Daniel appeared upon the threshold of the hall. He had a
letter in one hand.

"Lads," he said, "we have had a shog, we have had a tumble; wherefore,
then, deny it? Rather it imputeth to get speedily again to saddle. This
old Harry the Sixt has had the undermost. Wash we, then, our hands of
him. I have a good friend that rideth next the duke, the Lord of
Wensleydale. Well, I have writ a letter to my friend, praying his good
lordship, and offering large satisfaction for the past and reasonable
surety for the future. Doubt not but he will lend a favourable ear. A
prayer without gifts is like a song without music: I surfeit him with
promises, boys--I spare not to promise. What, then, is lacking? Nay, a
great thing--wherefore should I deceive you?--a great thing and a
difficult: a messenger to bear it. The woods--y' are not ignorant of
that--lie thick with our ill-willers. Haste is most needful; but without
sleight and caution all is naught. Which, then, of this company will
take me this letter, bear it to my Lord of Wensleydale, and bring me the
answer back?"

One man instantly arose.

"I will, an't like you," said he. "I will even risk my carcass."

"Nay, Dicky Bowyer, not so," returned the knight. "It likes me not. Y'
are sly indeed, but not speedy. Ye were a laggard ever."

"An't be so, Sir Daniel, here am I," cried another.

"The saints forfend!" said the knight. "Y' are speedy, but not sly. Ye
would blunder me headforemost into John Amend-All's camp. I thank you
both for your good courage; but, in sooth, it may not be."

Then Hatch offered himself, and he also was refused.

"I want you here, good Bennet; y' are my right hand, indeed," returned
the knight; and then, several coming forward in a group, Sir Daniel at
length selected one and gave him the letter.

"Now," he said, "upon your good speed and better discretion we do all
depend. Bring me a good answer back, and before three weeks I will have
purged my forest of these vagabonds that brave us to our faces. But mark
it well, Throgmorton: the matter is not easy. Ye must steal forth under
night, and go like a fox; and how ye are to cross Till I know not,
neither by the bridge nor ferry."

"I can swim," returned Throgmorton. "I will come soundly, fear not."

"Well, friend, get ye to the buttery," replied Sir Daniel. "Ye shall
swim first of all in nut-brown ale." And with that he turned back into
the hall.

"Sir Daniel hath a wise tongue," said Hatch aside to Dick. "See, now,
where many a lesser man had glossed the matter over, he speaketh it out
plainly to his company. Here is a danger, 'a saith, and here difficulty;
and jesteth in the very saying. Nay, by St. Barbary, he is a born
captain! Not a man but he is some deal heartened up! See how they fall
again to work."

This praise of Sir Daniel put a thought in the lad's head.

"Bennet," he said, "how came my father by his end?"

"Ask me not that," replied Hatch. "I had no hand nor knowledge in it;
furthermore, I will even be silent, Master Dick. For look you, in a
man's own business there he may speak; but of hearsay matters and of
common talk, not so. Ask me Sir Oliver--ay, or Carter, if ye will; not
me."

And Hatch set off to make the rounds, leaving Dick in a muse.

"Wherefore would he not tell me?" thought the lad. "And wherefore named
he Carter? Carter--nay, then Carter had a hand in it, perchance."

He entered the house, and passing some little way along a flagged and
vaulted passage, came to the door of the cell where the hurt man lay
groaning. At his entrance, Carter started eagerly.

"Have ye brought the priest?" he cried.

"Not yet awhile," returned Dick. "Y' have a word to tell me first. How
came my father, Harry Shelton, by his death?"

The man's face altered instantly.

"I know not," he replied doggedly.

"Nay, ye know well," returned Dick. "Seek not to put me by."

"I tell you I know not," repeated Carter.

"Then," said Dick, "ye shall die unshriven. Here am I, and here shall
stay. There shall no priest come near you, rest assured. For of what
avail is penitence, an ye have no mind to right those wrongs ye had a
hand in? and without penitence, confession is but mockery."

"Ye say what ye mean not, Master Dick," said Carter composedly. "It is
ill threatening the dying, and becometh you (to speak truth) little. And
for as little as it commends you, it shall serve you less. Stay an ye
please. Ye will condemn my soul--ye shall learn nothing! There is my
last word to you." And the wounded man turned upon the other side.

Now Dick, to say truth, had spoken hastily, and was ashamed of his
threat. But he made one more effort.

"Carter," he said, "mistake me not. I know ye were but an instrument in
the hands of others; a churl must obey his lord; I would not bear
heavily on such an one. But I begin to learn upon many sides that this
great duty lieth on my youth and ignorance, to avenge my father.
Prithee, then, good Carter, set aside the memory of my threatenings, and
in pure good-will and honest penitence, give me a word of help."

The wounded man lay silent; nor, say what Dick pleased, could he extract
another word from him.

"Well," said Dick, "I will go call the priest to you as ye desired; for
howsoever ye be in fault to me or mine, I would not be willingly in
fault to any, least of all to one upon the last change."

Again the old soldier heard him without speech or motion; even his
groans he had suppressed; and as Dick turned and left the room, he was
filled with admiration for that rugged fortitude.

"And yet," he thought, "of what use is courage without wit? Had his
hands been clean, he would have spoken; his silence did confess the
secret louder than words. Nay, upon all sides, proof floweth on me. Sir
Daniel, he or his men, hath done this thing."

Dick paused in the stone passage with a heavy heart. At that hour, in
the ebb of Sir Daniel's fortune, when he was beleaguered by the archers
of the Black Arrow, and proscribed by the victorious Yorkists, was Dick,
also, to turn upon the man who had nourished and taught him, who had
severely punished, indeed, but yet unwearyingly protected his youth?
The necessity, if it should prove to be one, was cruel.

"Pray Heaven he be innocent!" he said.

And then steps sounded on the flagging, and Sir Oliver came gravely
towards the lad.

"One seeketh you earnestly," said Dick.

"I am upon the way, good Richard," said the priest. "It is this poor
Carter. Alack, he is beyond cure."

"And yet his soul is sicker than his body," answered Dick.

"Have ye seen him?" asked Sir Oliver, with a manifest start.

"I do but come from him," replied Dick.

"What said he--what said he?" snapped the priest, with extraordinary
eagerness.

"He but cried for you the more piteously, Sir Oliver. It were well done
to go the faster, for his hurt is grievous," returned the lad.

"I am straight for him," was the reply. "Well, we have all our sins. We
must all come to our latter day, good Richard."

"Ay, sir; and it were well if we all came fairly," answered Dick.

The priest dropped his eyes, and with an inaudible benediction hurried
on.

"He too!" thought Dick--"he, that taught me in piety! Nay, then, what a
world is this, if all that care for me be blood-guilty of my father's
death! Vengeance! Alas! what a sore fate is mine, if I must be avenged
upon my friends!"

The thought put Matcham in his head. He smiled at the remembrance of his
strange companion, and then wondered where he was. Ever since they had
come together to the doors of the Moat House the younger lad had
disappeared, and Dick began to weary for a word with him.

About an hour after, mass being somewhat hastily run through by Sir
Oliver, the company gathered in the hall for dinner. It was a long, low
apartment, strewn with green rushes, and the walls hung with arras in a
design of savage men and questing bloodhounds; here and there hung
spears and bows and bucklers; a fire blazed in the big chimney; there
were arras-covered benches round the wall, and in the midst the table,
fairly spread, awaited the arrival of the diners. Neither Sir Daniel nor
his lady made their appearance. Sir Oliver himself was absent, and here
again there was no word of Matcham. Dick began to grow alarmed, to
recall his companion's melancholy forebodings, and to wonder to himself
if any foul play had befallen him in that house.

After dinner he found Goody Hatch, who was hurrying to my lady Brackley.

"Goody," he said, "where is Master Matcham, I prithee? I saw ye go in
with him when we arrived."

The old woman laughed aloud.

"Ah, Master Dick," she said, "y' have a famous bright eye in your head,
to be sure!" and laughed again.

"Nay, but where is he, indeed?" persisted Dick.

"Ye will never see him more," she returned; "never. It is sure."

"An I do not," returned the lad, "I will know the reason why. He came
not hither of his full free will; such as I am, I am his best protector,
and I will see him justly used. There be too many mysteries; I do begin
to weary of the game!"

But, as Dick was speaking, a heavy hand fell on his shoulder. It was
Bennet Hatch that had come unperceived behind him. With a jerk of his
thumb, the retainer dismissed his wife.

"Friend Dick," he said, as soon as they were alone, "are ye a moonstruck
natural? An ye leave not certain things in peace, ye were better in the
salt sea than here in Tunstall Moat House. Y' have questioned me; y'
have baited Carter; y' have frighted the jack-priest with hints. Bear
ye more wisely, fool; and even now, when Sir Daniel calleth you, show me
a smooth face, for the love of wisdom. Y' are to be sharply questioned.
Look to your answers."

"Hatch," returned Dick, "in all this I smell a guilty conscience."

"An ye go not the wiser, ye will soon smell blood," replied Bennet. "I
do but warn you. And here cometh one to call you."

And indeed, at that very moment, a messenger came across the court to
summon Dick into the presence of Sir Daniel.




CHAPTER II

THE TWO OATHS


Sir Daniel was in the hall; there he paced angrily before the fire,
awaiting Dick's arrival. None was by except Sir Oliver, and he sat
discreetly backward, thumbing and muttering over his breviary.

"Y' have sent for me, Sir Daniel?" said young Shelton.

"I have sent for you, indeed," replied the knight. "For what cometh to
mine ears? Have I been to you so heavy a guardian that ye make haste to
credit ill of me? Or sith that ye see me, for the nonce, some worsted,
do ye think to quit my party? By the mass, your father was not so! Those
he was near, those he stood by, come wind or weather. But you, Dick, y'
are a fair-day friend, it seemeth, and now seek to clear yourself of
your allegiance."

"An't please you, Sir Daniel, not so," returned Dick firmly. "I am
grateful and faithful, where gratitude and faith are due. And before
more is said, I thank you, and I thank Sir Oliver; y' have great claims
upon me, both--none can have more; I were a hound if I forgot them."

"It is well," said Sir Daniel; and then, rising into anger: "Gratitude
and faith are words, Dick Shelton," he continued; "but I look to deeds.
In this hour of my peril when my name is attainted, when my lands are
forfeit, when this wood is full of men that hunger and thirst for my
destruction, what doth gratitude? what doth faith? I have but a little
company remaining; is it grateful or faithful to poison me their hearts
with your insidious whisperings? Save me from such gratitude! But come,
now, what is it ye wish? Speak; we are here to answer. If ye have aught
against me, stand forth and say it."

"Sir," replied Dick, "my father fell when I was yet a child. It hath
come to mine ears that he was foully done by. It hath come to mine
ears--for I will not dissemble--that ye had a hand in his undoing. And
in all verity,--I shall not be at peace in mine own mind, nor very clear
to help you, till I have certain resolution of these doubts."

Sir Daniel sat down in a deep settle. He took his chin in his hand and
looked at Dick fixedly.

"And ye think I would be guardian to the man's son that I had murdered?"
he asked.

"Nay," said Dick, "pardon me if I answer churlishly; but indeed ye know
right well a wardship is most profitable. All these years have ye not
enjoyed my revenues, and led my men? Have ye not still my marriage? I
wot not what it may be worth--it is worth something. Pardon me again;
but if ye were base enough to slay a man under trust, here were,
perhaps, reasons enough to move you to the lesser baseness."

"When I was a lad of your years," returned Sir Daniel sternly, "my mind
had not so turned upon suspicions. And Sir Oliver here," he added, "why
should he, a priest, be guilty of this act?"

"Nay, Sir Daniel," said Dick, "but where the master biddeth there will
the dog go. It is well known this priest is but your instrument. I speak
very freely; the time is not for courtesies. Even as I speak, so would I
be answered. And answer get I none! Ye but put more questions. I rede ye
beware, Sir Daniel; for in this way ye will but nourish and not satisfy
my doubts."

"I will answer you fairly, Master Richard," said the knight. "Were I to
pretend ye have not stirred my wrath, I were no honest man. But I will
be just even in anger. Come to me with these words when y' are grown and
come to man's estate, and I am no longer your guardian, and so helpless
to resent them. Come to me then, and I will answer you as ye merit,
with a buffet in the mouth. Till then ye have two courses: either
swallow me down these insults, keep a silent tongue, and fight in the
meanwhile for the man that fed and fought for your infancy; or else--the
door standeth open, the woods are full of mine enemies--go."

The spirit with which these words were uttered, the looks with which
they were accompanied, staggered Dick; and yet he could not but observe
that he had got no answer.

"I desire nothing more earnestly, Sir Daniel, than to believe you," he
replied. "Assure me ye are free from this."

"Will ye take my word of honour, Dick?" inquired the knight.

"That would I," answered the lad.

"I give it you," returned Sir Daniel. "Upon my word of honour, upon the
eternal welfare of my spirit, and as I shall answer for my deeds
hereafter, I had no hand nor portion in your father's death."

He extended his hand, and Dick took it eagerly. Neither of them observed
the priest, who, at the pronunciation of that solemn and false oath, had
half arisen from his seat in an agony of horror and remorse.

"Ah," cried Dick, "ye must find it in your great-heartedness to pardon
me! I was a churl indeed to doubt of you. But ye have my hand upon it; I
will doubt no more."

"Nay, Dick," replied Sir Daniel, "y' are forgiven. Ye know not the world
and its calumnious nature."

"I was the more to blame," added Dick, "in that the rogues pointed, not
directly at yourself, but at Sir Oliver."

As he spoke he turned towards the priest, and paused in the middle of
the last word. This tall, ruddy, corpulent, high-stepping man had
fallen, you might say, to pieces; his colour was gone, his limbs were
relaxed, his lips stammered prayers; and now, when Dick's eyes were
fixed upon him suddenly, he cried out aloud, like some wild animal, and
buried his face in his hands.

Sir Daniel was by him in two strides, and shook him fiercely by the
shoulder. At the same moment Dick's suspicions re-awakened.

"Nay," he said, "Sir Oliver may swear also. 'Twas him they accused."

"He shall swear," said the knight.

Sir Oliver speechlessly waved his arms.

"Ay, by the mass! but ye shall swear," cried Sir Daniel, beside himself
with fury. "Here, upon this book, ye shall swear," he continued, picking
up the breviary, which had fallen to the ground. "What! Ye make me doubt
you! Swear, I say; swear!"

But the priest was still incapable of speech. His terror of Sir Daniel,
his terror of perjury, risen to about an equal height, strangled him.

And just then, through the high stained-glass window of the hall, a
black arrow crashed, and struck, and stuck quivering in the midst of the
long table.

Sir Oliver, with a loud scream, fell fainting on the rushes; while the
knight, followed by Dick, dashed into the court and up the nearest
corkscrew stair to the battlements. The sentries were all on the alert.
The sun shone quietly on green lawns dotted with trees, and on the
wooded hills of the forest which enclosed the view. There was no sign of
a besieger.

"Whence came that shot?" asked the knight.

"From yonder clump, Sir Daniel," returned a sentinel.

The knight stood a little, musing. Then he turned to Dick. "Dick," he
said, "keep me an eye upon these men; I leave you in charge here. As for
the priest, he shall clear himself, or I will know the reason why. I do
almost begin to share in your suspicions. He shall swear, trust me, or
we shall prove him guilty."

Dick answered somewhat coldly, and the knight, giving him a piercing
glance, hurriedly returned to the hall. His first glance was for the
arrow. It was the first of these missiles he had seen, and as he turned
it to and fro, the dark hue of it touched him with some fear. Again
there was some writing: one word--"Earthed."

"Ay," he broke out, "they know I am home, then. Earthed! Ay, but there
is not a dog among them fit to dig me out."

Sir Oliver had come to himself, and now scrambled to his feet.

"Alack, Sir Daniel!" he moaned, "y' have sworn a dread oath; y' are
doomed to the end of time."

"Ay," returned the knight, "I have sworn an oath, indeed, thou
chucklehead; but thyself shalt swear a greater. It shall be on the
blessed cross of Holywood. Look to it; get the words ready. It shall be
sworn to-night."

"Now, may Heaven lighten you!" replied the priest; "may Heaven incline
your heart from this iniquity!"

"Look you, my good father," said Sir Daniel, "if y' are for piety, I say
no more; ye begin late, that is all. But if y' are in any sense bent
upon wisdom, hear me. This lad beginneth to irk me like a wasp. I have a
need for him, for I would sell his marriage. But I tell you, in all
plainness, if that he continue to weary me he shall go join his father.
I give orders now to change him to the chamber above the chapel. If that
ye can swear your innocency with a good solid oath and an assured
countenance, it is well; the lad will be at peace a little, and I will
spare him. If that ye stammer or blench, or anyways boggle at the
swearing, he will not believe you; and, by the mass, he shall die. There
is for your thinking on."

"The chamber above the chapel!" gasped the priest.

"That same," replied the knight. "So if ye desire to save him, save him;
and if ye desire not, prithee, go to, and let me be at peace! For an I
had been a hasty man I would already have put my sword through you, for
your intolerable cowardice and folly. Have ye chosen? Say!"

"I have chosen," said the priest. "Heaven pardon me, I will do evil for
good. I will swear for the lad's sake."

"So it is best!" said Sir Daniel. "Send for him, then, speedily. Ye
shall see him alone. Yet I shall have an eye on you. I shall be here in
the panel room."

The knight raised the arras and let it fall again behind him. There was
the sound of a spring opening; then followed the creaking of trod
stairs.

Sir Oliver, left alone, cast a timorous glance upward at the
arras-covered wall, and crossed himself with every appearance of terror
and contrition.

"Nay, if he is in the chapel room," the priest murmured, "were it at my
soul's cost, I must save him."

Three minutes later, Dick, who had been summoned by another messenger,
found Sir Oliver standing by the hall table, resolute and pale.

"Richard Shelton," he said, "ye have required an oath from me. I might
complain, I might deny you; but my heart is moved toward you for the
past, and I will even content you as ye choose. By the true cross of
Holywood, I did not slay your father."

"Sir Oliver," returned Dick, "when first we read John Amend-All's paper
I was convinced of so much. But suffer me to put two questions. Ye did
not slay him; granted. But had ye no hand in it?"

"None," said Sir Oliver. And at the same time he began to contort his
face, and signal with his mouth and eyebrows, like one who desired to
convey a warning, yet dared not utter a sound.

Dick regarded him in wonder; then he turned and looked all about him at
the empty hall.

"What make ye?" he inquired.

"Why, naught," returned the priest, hastily smoothing his countenance.
"I make naught; I do but suffer; I am sick. I--I--prithee, Dick, I must
begone. On the true cross of Holywood, I am clean innocent alike of
violence or treachery. Content ye, good lad. Farewell!"

And he made his escape from the apartment with unusual alacrity.

Dick remained rooted to the spot, his eyes wandering about the room, his
face a changing picture of various emotions, wonder, doubt, suspicion,
and amusement. Gradually, as his mind grew clearer, suspicion took the
upper hand, and was succeeded by certainty of the worst. He raised his
head, and, as he did so, violently started. High upon the wall there was
the figure of a savage hunter woven in the tapestry. With one hand he
held a horn to his mouth; in the other he brandished a stout spear. His
face was dark, for he was meant to represent an African.

Now, here was what had startled Richard Shelton. The sun had moved away
from the hall windows, and at the same time the fire had blazed up high
on the wide hearth, and shed a changeful glow upon the roof and
hangings. In this light the figure of the black hunter had winked at him
with a white eyelid.

He continued staring at the eye. The light shone upon it like a gem; it
was liquid, it was alive. Again the white eyelid closed upon it for a
fraction of a second, and the next moment it was gone.

There could be no mistake. The live eye that had been watching him
through a hole in the tapestry was gone. The firelight no longer shone
on a reflecting surface.

And instantly Dick awoke to the terrors of his position. Hatch's
warning, the mute signals of the priest, this eye that had observed him
from the wall, ran together in his mind. He saw he had been put upon his
trial, that he had once more betrayed his suspicions, and that, short of
some miracle, he was lost.

"If I cannot get me forth out of this house," he thought, "I am a dead
man! And this poor Matcham, too--to what a cockatrice's nest have I not
led him!"

He was still so thinking, when there came one in haste, to bid him help
in changing his arms, his clothing, and his two or three books, to a new
chamber.

"A new chamber?" he repeated. "Wherefore so? What chamber?"

"'Tis one above the chapel," answered the messenger.

"It hath stood long empty," said Dick, musing. "What manner of room is
it?"

"Nay, a brave room," returned the man. "But yet"--lowering his
voice--"they call it haunted."

"Haunted?" repeated Dick, with a chill. "I have not heard of it. Nay,
then, and by whom?"

The messenger looked about him; and then, in a low whisper, "By the
sacrist of St. John's," he said. "They had him there to sleep one night,
and in the morning--whew!--he was gone. The devil had taken him, they
said; the more betoken, he had drunk late the night before."

Dick followed the man with black forebodings.




CHAPTER III

THE ROOM OVER THE CHAPEL


From the battlements nothing further was observed. The sun journeyed
westward, and at last went down; but to the eyes of all these eager
sentinels no living thing appeared in the neighbourhood of Tunstall
House.

When the night was at length fairly come, Throgmorton was led to a room
overlooking an angle of the moat. Thence he was lowered with every
precaution; the ripple of his swimming was audible for a brief period;
then a black figure was observed to land by the branches of a willow and
crawl away among the grass. For some half-hour Sir Daniel and Hatch
stood eagerly giving ear; but all remained quiet. The messenger had got
away in safety.

Sir Daniel's brow grew clearer. He turned to Hatch.

"Bennet," said he, "this John Amend-All is no more than a man ye see. He
sleepeth. We will make a good end of him, go to!"

All the afternoon and evening Dick had been ordered hither and thither,
one command following another, till he was bewildered with the number
and the hurry of commissions. All that time he had seen no more of Sir
Oliver, and nothing of Matcham; and yet both the priest and the young
lad ran continually in his mind. It was now his chief purpose to escape
from Tunstall Moat House as speedily as might be; and yet before he
went, he desired a word with both of these.

At length, with a lamp in one hand, he mounted to his new apartment. It
was large, low, and somewhat dark. The window looked upon the moat, and
although it was so high up, it was heavily barred. The bed was
luxurious, with one pillow of down, and one of lavender, and a red
coverlet worked in a pattern of roses. All about the walls were
cupboards, locked and padlocked, and concealed from view by hangings of
dark-coloured arras. Dick made the round, lifting the arras, sounding
the panels, seeking vainly to open the cupboards. He assured himself
that the door was strong, and the bolt solid; then he set down his lamp
upon a bracket, and once more looked all around.

For what reason had he been given this chamber? It was larger and finer
than his own. Could it conceal a snare? Was there a secret entrance? Was
it indeed haunted? His blood ran a little chilly in his veins.

Immediately over him the heavy foot of a sentry trod the leads. Below,
he knew, was the arched roof of the chapel; and next to the chapel was
the hall. Certainly there was a secret passage in the hall; the eye that
had watched him from the arras gave him proof of that. Was it not more
than probable that the passage extended to the chapel, and, if so, that
it had an opening in his room?

To sleep in such a place, he felt, would be foolhardy. He made his
weapons ready, and took his position in a corner of the room behind the
door. If ill was intended, he would sell his life dear.

The sound of many feet, the challenge, and the pass-word sounded
overhead along the battlements; the watch was being changed.

And just then there came a scratching at the door of the chamber; it
grew a little louder; then a whisper:

"Dick, Dick, it is I!"

Dick ran to the door, drew the bolt and admitted Matcham. He was very
pale, and carried a lamp in one hand and a drawn dagger in the other.

"Shut me the door," he whispered. "Swift, Dick! This house is full of
spies; I hear their feet follow me in the corridors; I hear them breathe
behind the arras."

"Well, content you," returned Dick, "it is closed. We are safe for this
while, if there be safety anywhere within these walls. But my heart is
glad to see you. By the mass, lad, I thought ye were sped. Where hid
ye?"

"It matters not," returned Matcham. "Since we be met, it matters not.
But, Dick, are your eyes open? Have they told you of to-morrow's
doings?"

"Not they," replied Dick. "What make they to-morrow?"

"To-morrow, or to-night, I know not," said the other; "but one time or
other, Dick, they do intend upon your life. I had the proof of it: I
have heard them whisper; nay, they as good as told me."

"Ay," returned Dick, "is it so? I had thought as much."

And he told him the day's occurrences at length.

When it was done, Matcham arose and began, in turn, to examine the
apartment.

"No," he said, "there is no entrance visible. Yet 'tis a pure certainty
there is one. Dick, I will stay by you. An y' are to die, I will die
with you. And I can help--look! I have stolen a dagger--I will do my
best! And meanwhile, an ye know of any issue, any sally-port we could
get opened, or any window that we might descend by, I will most joyfully
face any jeopardy to flee with you."

"Jack," said Dick, "by the mass, Jack, y' are the best soul, and the
truest, and the bravest in all England. Give me your hand, Jack."

And he grasped the other's hand in silence.

"I will tell you," he resumed. "There is a window out of which the
messenger descended; the rope should still be in the chamber. 'Tis a
hope."

"Hist!" said Matcham.

Both gave ear. There was a sound below the floor; then it paused, and
then began again.

"Some one walketh in the room below," whispered Matcham.

"Nay," returned Dick, "there is no room below; we are above the chapel.
It is my murderer in the secret passage. Well, let him come: it shall go
hard with him!" And he ground his teeth.

"Blow me the lights out," said the other. "Perchance he will betray
himself."

They blew out both the lamps and lay still as death. The footfalls
underneath were very soft, but they were clearly audible. Several times
they came and went; and then there was a loud jar of a key turning in a
lock, followed by a considerable silence.

Presently the steps began again, and then, all of a sudden, a chink of
light appeared in the planking of the room in a far corner. It widened;
a trap-door was being opened, letting in a gush of light. They could see
the strong hand pushing it up; and Dick raised his crossbow, waiting for
the head to follow.

But now there came an interruption. From a distant corner of the Moat
House shouts began to be heard, and first one voice, and then several,
crying aloud upon a name. This noise had plainly disconcerted the
murderer, for the trap-door was silently lowered to its place, and the
steps hurriedly returned, passed once more close below the lads, and
died away in the distance.

Here was a moment's respite. Dick breathed deep, and then, and not till
then, he gave ear to the disturbance which had interrupted the attack,
and which was now rather increasing than diminishing. All about the Moat
House feet were running, doors were opening and slamming, and still the
voice of Sir Daniel towered above all this bustle, shouting for
"Joanna."

"Joanna!" repeated Dick. "Why, who the murrain should this be? Here is
no Joanna, nor ever hath been. What meaneth it?"

Matcham was silent. He seemed to have drawn farther away. But only a
little faint starlight entered by the window, and at the far end of the
apartment where the pair were, the darkness was complete.

"Jack," said Dick, "I wot not where ye were all day. Saw ye this
Joanna?"

"Nay," returned Matcham, "I saw her not."

"Nor heard tell of her?" he pursued.

The steps drew nearer. Sir Daniel was still roaring the name of Joanna
from the courtyard.

"Did ye hear of her?" repeated Dick.

"I heard of her," said Matcham.

"How your voice twitters! What aileth you?" said Dick. "'Tis a most
excellent good fortune, this Joanna; it will take their minds from us."

"Dick," cried Matcham, "I am lost; we are both lost! Let us flee if
there be yet time. They will not rest till they have found me. Or, see!
let me go forth; when they have found me, ye may flee. Let me forth,
Dick; good Dick, let me away!"

She was groping for the bolt, when Dick at last comprehended.

"By the mass!" he cried, "y' are no Jack; y' are Joanna Sedley; y' are
the maid that would not marry me!"

The girl paused, and stood silent and motionless. Dick, too, was silent
for a little; then he spoke again.

"Joanna," he said, "y' have saved my life, and I have saved yours; and
we have seen blood flow, and been friends and enemies--ay, and I took my
belt to thrash you; and all that time I thought ye were a boy. But now
death has me, and my time's out, and before I die I must say this: Y'
are the best maid and the bravest under heaven, and, if only I could
live, I would marry you blithely; and, live or die, I love you."

She answered nothing.

"Come," he said, "speak up, Jack. Come, be a good maid, and say ye love
me!"

"Why, Dick," she cried, "would I be here?"

"Well, see ye here," continued Dick, "an we but escape whole, we'll
marry; and an we're to die, we die, and there's an end on't. But now
that I think, how found ye my chamber?"

"I asked it of Dame Hatch," she answered.

"Well, the dame's staunch," he answered; "she'll not tell upon you. We
have time before us."

And just then, as if to contradict his words, feet came down the
corridor, and a fist beat roughly on the door.

"Here!" cried a voice. "Open, Master Dick; open!"

Dick neither moved nor answered.

"It is all over," said the girl; and she put her arms about Dick's neck.

One after another, men came trooping to the door. Then Sir Daniel
arrived himself, and there was a sudden cessation of the noise.

"Dick," cried the knight, "be not an ass. The Seven Sleepers had been
awake ere now. We know she is within there. Open, then, the door, man."

Dick was again silent.

"Down with it," said Sir Daniel. And immediately his followers fell
savagely upon the door with foot and fist. Solid as it was, and strongly
bolted, it would soon have given way, but once more fortune interfered.
Over the thunder-storm of blows the cry of a sentinel was heard: it was
followed by another: shouts ran along the battlements, shouts answered
out of the wood. In the first moment of alarm it sounded as if the
foresters were carrying the Moat House by assault. And Sir Daniel and
his men, desisting instantly from their attack upon Dick's chamber,
hurried to defend the walls.

"Now," cried Dick, "we are saved."

He seized the great old bedstead with both hands, and bent himself in
vain to move it.

"Help me, Jack. For your life's sake, help me stoutly!" he cried.

Between them, with a huge effort, they dragged the big frame of oak
across the room, and thrust it endwise to the chamber door.

"Ye do but make things worse," said Joanna sadly. "He will then enter by
the trap."

"Not so," replied Dick. "He durst not tell his secret to so many. It is
by the trap that we shall flee. Hark! The attack is over. Nay, it was
none!"

It had, indeed, been no attack; it was the arrival of another party of
stragglers from the defeat of Risingham that had disturbed Sir Daniel.
They had run the gauntlet under cover of the darkness; they had been
admitted by the great gate; and now, with a great stamping of hoofs and
jingle of accoutrements and arms they were dismounting in the court.

"He will return anon," said Dick. "To the trap!"

He lighted a lamp, and they went together into the corner of the room.
The open chink through which some light still glittered was easily
discovered, and, taking a stout sword from his small armoury, Dick
thrust it deep into the seam, and weighed strenuously on the hilt. The
trap moved, gaped a little, and at length came widely open. Seizing it
with their hands, the two young folk threw it back. It disclosed a few
steps descending, and at the foot of them, where the would-be murderer
had left it, a burning lamp.

"Now," said Dick, "go first and take the lamp. I will follow to close
the trap."

So they descended one after the other, and as Dick lowered the trap the
blows began once again to thunder on the panels of the door.




CHAPTER IV

THE PASSAGE


The passage in which Dick and Joanna now found themselves was narrow,
dirty, and short. At the other end of it, a door stood partly open; the
same door, without doubt, that they had heard the man unlocking. Heavy
cobwebs hung from the roof, and the paved flooring echoed hollow under
the lightest tread.

Beyond the door there were two branches, at right angles. Dick chose one
of them at random, and the pair hurried, with echoing footsteps, along
the hollow of the chapel roof. The top of the arched ceiling rose like a
whale's back in the dim glimmer of the lamp. Here and there were
spy-holes, concealed, on the other side, by the carving of the cornice;
and looking down through one of these, Dick saw the paved floor of the
chapel--the altar, with its burning tapers--and, stretched before it on
the steps, the figure of Sir Oliver praying with uplifted hands.

At the other end they descended a few steps. The passage grew narrower;
the wall upon one hand was now of wood; the noise of people talking, and
a faint flickering of lights, came through the interstices; and
presently they came to a round hole about the size of a man's eye, and
Dick, looking down through it, beheld the interior of the hall, and some
half a dozen men sitting, in their jacks, about the table, drinking deep
and demolishing a venison pie. These were certainly some of the late
arrivals.

"Here is no help," said Dick. "Let us try back."

"Nay," said Joanna; "maybe the passage goeth farther."

And she pushed on. But a few yards farther the passage ended at the top
of a short flight of steps; and it became plain that, as long as the
soldiers occupied the hall, escape was impossible upon that side.

They retraced their steps with all imaginable speed, and set forward to
explore the other branch. It was exceedingly narrow, scarce wide enough
for a large man; and it led them continually up and down by little
break-neck stairs, until even Dick had lost all notion of his
whereabouts.

At length it grew both narrower and lower; the stairs continued to
descend; the walls on either hand became damp and slimy to the touch;
and far in front of them they heard the squeaking and scuttling of the
rats.

"We must be in the dungeons," Dick remarked.

"And still there is no outlet," added Joanna.

"Nay, but an outlet there must be!" Dick answered.

Presently, sure enough, they came to a sharp angle, and then the passage
ended in a flight of steps. On the top of that there was a solid flag of
stone by way of trap, and to this they both set their backs. It was
immovable.

"Some one holdeth it," suggested Joanna.

"Not so," said Dick; "for were a man strong as ten, he must still yield
a little. But this resisteth like dead rock. There is a weight upon the
trap. Here is no issue; and, by my sooth, good Jack, we are here as
fairly prisoners as though the gyves were on our ankle-bones. Sit ye
then down, and let us talk. After a while we shall return, when
perchance they shall be less carefully upon their guard; and, who
knoweth? we may break out and stand a chance. But, in my poor opinion,
we are as good as shent."

"Dick," she cried, "alas the day that ever ye should have seen me! For
like a most unhappy and unthankful maid, it is I have led you hither."

"What cheer!" returned Dick. "It was all written, and that which is
written, willy nilly, cometh still to pass. But tell me a little what
manner of a maid ye are, and how ye came into Sir Daniel's hands; that
will do better than to bemoan yourself, whether for your sake or mine."


"I am an orphan, like yourself, of father and mother," said Joanna; "and
for my great misfortune, Dick, and hitherto for yours, I am a rich
marriage. My Lord Foxham had me to ward; yet it appears Sir Daniel
bought the marriage of me from the king, and a right dear price he paid
for it. So here was I, poor babe, with two great and rich men fighting
which should marry me, and I still at nurse! Well, then, the world
changed, and there was a new chancellor, and Sir Daniel bought the
warding of me over the Lord Foxham's head. And then the world changed
again, and Lord Foxham bought my marriage over Sir Daniel's; and from
then to now it went on ill betwixt the two of them. But still Lord
Foxham kept me in his hands, and was a good lord to me. And at last I
was to be married--or sold, if ye like it better. Five hundred pounds
Lord Foxham was to get for me. Hamley was the groom's name, and
to-morrow, Dick, of all days in the year, was I to be betrothed. Had it
not come to Sir Daniel, I had been wedded, sure--and never seen thee,
Dick, dear Dick!"

And here she took his hand, and kissed it, with the prettiest grace; and
Dick drew her hand to him and did the like.

"Well," she went on, "Sir Daniel took me unawares in the garden, and
made me dress in these men's clothes, which is a deadly sin for a woman;
and, besides, they fit me not. He rode with me to Kettley, as ye saw,
telling me I was to marry you; but I, in my heart, made sure I would
marry Hamley in his teeth."

"Ay!" cried Dick, "and so ye loved this Hamley!"

"Nay," replied Joanna, "not I. I did but hate Sir Daniel. And then,
Dick, ye helped me, and ye were right kind, and very bold, and my heart
turned towards you in mine own despite; and now, if we can in any way
compass it, I would marry you with right goodwill. And if, by cruel
destiny, it may not be, still ye'll be dear to me. While my heart beats,
it'll be true to you."

"And I," said Dick, "that never cared a straw for any manner of woman
until now, I took to you when I thought ye were a boy. I had a pity to
you, and knew not why. When I would have belted you, the hand failed me.
But when ye owned ye were a maid, Jack--for still I will call you
Jack--I made sure ye were the maid for me. Hark!" he said, breaking
off--"one cometh."

And indeed a heavy tread was now audible in the echoing passage, and the
rats again fled in armies.

Dick reconnoitred his position. The sudden turn gave him a post of
vantage. He could thus shoot in safety from the cover of the wall. But
it was plain the light was too near him, and, running some way forward,
he set down the lamp in the middle of the passage, and then returned to
watch.

Presently, at the far end of the passage, Bennet hove in sight. He
seemed to be alone, and he carried in his hand a burning torch, which
made him the better mark.

"Stand, Bennet!" cried Dick. "Another step and y' are dead."

"So here ye are," returned Hatch, peering forward into the darkness. "I
see you not. Aha! y' have done wisely, Dick; y' have put your lamp
before you. By my sooth, but, though it was done to shoot my own knave
body, I do rejoice to see ye profit of my lessons! And now, what make
ye? what seek ye here? Why would ye shoot upon an old, kind friend? And
have ye the young gentlewoman there?"

"Nay, Bennet, it is I should question and you answer," replied Dick.
"Why am I in this jeopardy of my life? Why do men come privily to slay
me in my bed? Why am I now fleeing in mine own guardian's strong house,
and from the friends that I have lived among and never injured?"

"Master Dick, Master Dick," said Bennet, "what told I you? Y' are brave,
but the most uncrafty lad that I can think upon!"

"Well," returned Dick, "I see you know all, and that I am doomed indeed.
It is well. Here, where I am, I stay. Let Sir Daniel get me out if he be
able!"

Hatch was silent for a space.

"Hark ye," he began, "I return to Sir Daniel, to tell him where ye are,
and how posted; for, in truth, it was to that end he sent me. But you,
if ye are no fool, had best be gone ere I return."

"Be gone!" repeated Dick. "I would be gone already an I wist how. I
cannot move the trap."

"Put me your hand into the corner, and see what ye find there," replied
Bennet. "Throgmorton's rope is still in the brown chamber. Fare ye
well."

And Hatch, turning upon his heel, disappeared again into the windings of
the passage.

Dick instantly returned for his lamp, and proceeded to act upon the
hint. At one corner of the trap there was a deep cavity in the wall.
Pushing his arm into the aperture, Dick found an iron bar, which he
thrust vigorously upwards. There followed a snapping noise, and the slab
of stone instantly started in its bed.

They were free of the passage. A little exercise of strength easily
raised the trap; and they came forth into a vaulted chamber, opening on
one hand upon the court, where one or two fellows, with bare arms, were
rubbing down the horses of the last arrivals. A torch or two, each stuck
in an iron ring against the wall, changefully lit up the scene.




CHAPTER V

HOW DICK CHANGED SIDES


Dick, blowing out his lamp lest it should attract attention, led the way
upstairs and along the corridor. In the brown chamber the rope had been
made fast to the frame of an exceeding heavy and ancient bed. It had not
been detached, and Dick, taking the coil to the window, began to lower
it slowly and cautiously into the darkness of the night. Joan stood by;
but as the rope lengthened, and still Dick continued to pay it out,
extreme fear began to conquer her resolution.

"Dick," she said, "is it so deep? I may not essay it. I should
infallibly fall, good Dick."

It was just at the delicate moment of the operations that she spoke.
Dick started: the remainder of the coil slipped from his grasp, and the
end fell with a splash into the moat. Instantly, from the battlement
above, the voice of a sentinel cried, "Who goes?"

"A murrain!" cried Dick. "We are paid now! Down with you--take the
rope."

"I cannot," she cried, recoiling.

"An ye cannot, no more can I," said Shelton. "How can I swim the moat
without you? Do ye desert me, then?"

"Dick," she gasped, "I cannot. The strength is gone from me."

"By the mass, then, we are all shent!" he shouted, stamping with his
foot; and then, hearing steps, he ran to the room door and sought to
close it.

Before he could shoot the bolt, strong arms were thrusting it back upon
him from the other side. He struggled for a second; then, feeling
himself overpowered, ran back to the window. The girl had fallen against
the wall in the embrasure of the window; she was more than half
insensible; and when he tried to raise her in his arms, her body was
limp and unresponsive.

At the same moment the men who had forced the door against him laid hold
upon him. The first he poniarded at a blow, and the others falling back
for a second in some disorder, he profited by the chance, bestrode the
window-sill, seized the cord in both hands, and let his body slip.

The cord was knotted, which made it the easier to descend; but so
furious was Dick's hurry, and so small his experience of such
gymnastics, that he span round and round in mid-air like a criminal upon
a gibbet, and now beat his head, and now bruised his hands, against the
rugged stonework of the wall. The air roared in his ears; he saw the
stars overhead, and the reflected stars below him in the moat, whirling
like dead leaves before the tempest. And then he lost hold and fell, and
soused head over ears into the icy water.

When he came to the surface his hand encountered the rope, which, newly
lightened of his weight, was swinging wildly to and fro. There was a red
glow overhead, and looking up, he saw, by the light of several torches
and a cresset full of burning coals, the battlements lined with faces.
He saw the men's eyes turning hither and thither in quest of him; but he
was too far below, the light reached him not, and they looked in vain.

And now he perceived that the rope was considerably too long, and he
began to struggle as well as he could towards the other side of the
moat, still keeping his head above water. In this way he got much more
than half-way over; indeed the bank was almost within reach, before the
rope began to draw him back by its own weight. Taking his courage in
both hands, he left go and made a leap for the trailing sprays of willow
that had already, that same evening, helped Sir Daniel's messenger to
land. He went down, rose again, sank a second time, and then his hand
caught a branch, and with the speed of thought he had dragged himself
into the thick of the tree and clung there, dripping and panting, and
still half uncertain of his escape.

But all this had not been done without a considerable splashing, which
had so far indicated his position to the men along the battlements.
Arrows and quarrels fell thick around him in the darkness, like driving
hail; and suddenly a torch was thrown down--flared through the air in
its swift passage--stuck for a moment on the edge of the bank, where it
burned high and lit up its whole surroundings like a bonfire--and then,
in a good hour for Dick, slipped off, plumped into the moat, and was
instantly extinguished.

It had served its purpose. The marksmen had had time to see the willow,
and Dick ensconced among its boughs; and though the lad instantly sprang
higher up the bank and ran for his life, he was yet not quick enough to
escape a shot. An arrow struck him in the shoulder, another grazed his
head.

The pain of his wounds lent him wings; and he had no sooner got upon the
level than he took to his heels and ran straight before him in the dark,
without a thought for the direction of his flight.

For a few steps missiles followed him, but these soon ceased; and when
at length he came to a halt and looked behind, he was already a good way
from the Moat House, though he could still see the torches moving to and
fro along its battlements.

He leaned against a tree, streaming with blood and water, bruised,
wounded, and alone. For all that, he had saved his life for that bout;
and though Joanna remained behind in the power of Sir Daniel, he neither
blamed himself for an accident that it had been beyond his power to
prevent, nor did he augur any fatal consequences to the girl herself.
Sir Daniel was cruel, but he was not likely to be cruel to a young
gentlewoman who had other protectors, willing and able to bring him to
account. It was more probable he would make haste to marry her to some
friend of his own.

"Well," thought Dick, "between then and now I will find me the means to
bring that traitor under; for I think, by the mass, that I be now
absolved from any gratitude or obligation; and when war is open, there
is a fair chance for all."

In the meanwhile, here he was in a sore plight.

For some little way farther he struggled forward through the forest; but
what with the pain of his wounds, the darkness of the night, and the
extreme uneasiness and confusion of his mind, he soon became equally
unable to guide himself or to continue to push through the close
undergrowth, and he was fain at length to sit down and lean his back
against a tree.

When he awoke from something betwixt sleep and swooning, the grey of the
morning had begun to take the place of night. A little chilly breeze was
bustling among the trees, and as he still sat staring before him, only
half awake, he became aware of something dark that swung to and fro
among the branches, some hundred yards in front of him. The progressive
brightening of the day and the return of his own senses at last enabled
him to recognise the object. It was a man hanging from the bough of a
tall oak. His head had fallen forward on his breast; but at every
stronger puff of wind his body span round and round, and his legs and
arms tossed, like some ridiculous plaything.

Dick clambered to his feet, and, staggering and leaning on the
tree-trunks as he went, drew near to this grim object.

The bough was perhaps twenty feet above the ground, and the poor fellow
had been drawn up so high by his executioners that his boots swung clear
above Dick's reach; and as his hood had been drawn over his face, it was
impossible to recognise the man.

Dick looked about him right and left; and at last he perceived that the
other end of the cord had been made fast to the trunk of a little
hawthorn which grew, thick with blossom, under the lofty arcade of the
oak. With his dagger, which alone remained to him of all his arms, young
Shelton severed the rope, and instantly, with a dead thump, the corpse
fell in a heap upon the ground.

Dick raised the hood; it was Throgmorton, Sir Daniel's messenger. He had
not gone far upon his errand. A paper, which had apparently escaped the
notice of the men of the Black Arrow, stuck from the bosom of his
doublet, and Dick, pulling it forth, found it was Sir Daniel's letter to
Lord Wensleydale.

"Come," thought he, "if the world changes yet again, I may have here the
wherewithal to shame Sir Daniel--nay, and perchance to bring him to the
block."

And he put the paper in his own bosom, said a prayer over the dead man,
and set forth again through the woods.

His fatigue and weakness increased; his ears sang, his steps faltered,
his mind at intervals failed him, so low had he been brought by loss of
blood. Doubtless he made many deviations from his true path, but at last
he came out upon the high-road, not very far from Tunstall hamlet.

A rough voice bid him stand.

"Stand?" repeated Dick. "By the mass, but I am nearer falling."

And he suited the action to the word, and fell all his length upon the
road.

Two men came forth out of the thicket, each in green forest jerkin, each
with long-bow and quiver and short sword.

"Why, Lawless," said the younger of the two, "it is young Shelton."

"Ay, this will be as good as bread to John Amend-All," returned the
other. "Though, faith, he hath been to the wars. Here is a tear in his
scalp that must 'a' cost him many a good ounce of blood."

"And here," added Greensheve, "is a hole in his shoulder that must have
pricked him well. Who hath done this, think ye? If it be one of ours, he
may all to prayer; Ellis will give him a short shrift and a long rope."


"Up with the cub," said Lawless. "Clap him on my back."

And then, when Dick had been hoisted to his shoulders, and he had taken
the lad's arms about his neck, and got a firm hold of him, the ex-Grey
Friar added--

"Keep ye the post, brother Greensheve. I will on with him by myself."

So Greensheve returned to his ambush on the wayside, and Lawless trudged
down the hill, whistling as he went, with Dick, still in a dead faint,
comfortably settled on his shoulders.

The sun rose as he came out of the skirts of the wood and saw Tunstall
hamlet straggling up the opposite hill. All seemed quiet, but a strong
post of some half a score of archers lay close by the bridge on either
side of the road, and, as soon as they perceived Lawless with his
burden, began to bestir themselves and set arrow to string like vigilant
sentries.

"Who goes?" cried the man in command.

"Will Lawless, by the rood--ye know me as well as your own hand,"
returned the outlaw contemptuously.

"Give the word, Lawless," returned the other.

"Now, Heaven lighten thee, thou great fool," replied Lawless. "Did I not
tell it thee myself? But ye are all mad for this playing at soldiers.
When I am in the greenwood, give me greenwood ways; and my word for this
tide is, 'A fig for all mock soldiery!'"

"Lawless, ye but show an ill example; give us the word, fool jester,"
said the commander of the post.

"And if I had forgotten it?" asked the other.

"An ye had forgotten it--as I know y' have not--by the mass, I would
clap an arrow into your big body," returned the first.

"Nay, an y' are so ill a jester," said Lawless, "ye shall have your word
for me. 'Duckworth and Shelton' is the word; and here, to the
illustration, is Shelton on my shoulders, and to Duckworth do I carry
him."

"Pass, Lawless," said the sentry.

"And where is John?" asked the Grey Friar.

"He holdeth a court, by the mass, and taketh rents as to the manner
born!" cried another of the company.

So it proved. When Lawless got as far up the village as the little inn,
he found Ellis Duckworth surrounded by Sir Daniel's tenants, and, by the
right of his good company of archers, coolly taking rents, and giving
written receipts in return for them. By the faces of the tenants, it was
plain how little this proceeding pleased them; for they argued very
rightly that they would simply have to pay them twice.

As soon as he knew what had brought Lawless, Ellis dismissed the
remainder of the tenants, and, with every mark of interest and
apprehension, conducted Dick into an inner chamber of the inn. There the
lad's hurts were looked to; and he was recalled, by simple remedies, to
consciousness.

"Dear lad," said Ellis, pressing his hand, "y' are in a friend's hands
that loved your father, and loves you for his sake. Rest ye a little
quietly, for ye are somewhat out of case. Then shall ye tell me your
story, and betwixt the two of us we shall find a remedy for all."

A little later in the day, and after Dick had awakened from a
comfortable slumber to find himself still very weak, but clearer in mind
and easier in body, Ellis returned, and sitting down by the bedside,
begged him, in the name of his father, to relate the circumstance of his
escape from Tunstall Moat House. There was something in the strength of
Duckworth's frame, in the honesty of his brown face, in the clearness
and shrewdness of his eyes, that moved Dick to obey him; and from first
to last the lad told him the story of his two days' adventures.

"Well," said Ellis, when he had done, "see what the kind saints have
done for you, Dick Shelton, not alone to save your body in so numerous
and deadly perils, but to bring you into my hands, that have no dearer
wish than to assist your father's son. Be but true to me--and I see y'
are true--and betwixt you and me we shall bring that false-heart traitor
to the death."

"Will ye assault the house?" asked Dick.

"I were mad, indeed, to think of it," returned Ellis. "He hath too much
power; his men gather to him; those that gave me the slip last night,
and by the mass came in so handily for you--those have made him safe.
Nay, Dick, to the contrary, thou and I and my brave bowmen, we must all
slip from this forest speedily, and leave Sir Daniel free."

"My mind misgiveth me for Jack," said the lad.

"For Jack!" repeated Duckworth. "O, I see, for the wench! Nay, Dick! I
promise you, if there come talk of any marriage we shall act at once;
till then, or till the time is ripe, we shall all disappear, even like
shadows at morning; Sir Daniel shall look east and west, and see none
enemies; he shall think, by the mass, that he hath dreamed a while, and
hath now awakened in his bed. But our four eyes, Dick, shall follow him
right close, and our four hands--so help us all the army of the
saints!--shall bring that traitor low!"

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Two days later Sir Daniel's garrison had grown to such a strength that
he ventured on a sally, and at the head of some two score horsemen
pushed without opposition as far as Tunstall hamlet. Not an arrow flew,
not a man stirred in the thicket; the bridge was no longer guarded, but
stood open to all comers; and as Sir Daniel crossed it, he saw the
villagers looking timidly from their doors.

Presently one of them, taking heart of grace, came forward, and with the
lowliest salutations, presented a letter to the knight.

His face darkened as he read the contents. It ran thus:

  "_To the most untrue and cruel gentylman, Sir Daniel Brackley,
    Knyght--These:_

  "I fynde ye were untrue and unkynd fro the first. Ye have my father's
  blood upon your hands; let be, it will not wasshe. Some day ye shall
  perish by my procurement, so much I let you to wytte; and I let you to
  wytte farther, that if ye seek to wed to any other the gentyl-woman,
  Mistresse Joan Sedley, whom that I am bound upon a great oath to wed
  myself, the blow will be very swift. The first step therinne will be
  thy first step to the grave.

    "RIC. SHELTON."




BOOK III

MY LORD FOXHAM




CHAPTER I

THE HOUSE BY THE SHORE


Months had passed away since Richard Shelton made his escape from the
hands of his guardian. These months had been eventful for England. The
party of Lancaster, which was then in the very article of death, had
once more raised its head. The Yorkists defeated and dispersed, their
leader butchered on the field, it seemed, for a very brief season in the
winter following upon the events already recorded, as if the House of
Lancaster had finally triumphed over its foes.

The small town of Shoreby-on-the-Till was full of the Lancastrian nobles
of the neighbourhood. Earl Risingham was there, with three hundred
men-at-arms; Lord Shoreby, with two hundred; Sir Daniel himself, high in
favour, and once more growing rich on confiscations, lay in a house of
his own, on the main street, with three score men. The world had changed
indeed.

It was a black, bitter cold evening in the first week of January, with a
hard frost, a high wind, and every likelihood of snow before the
morning.

In an obscure alehouse in a by-street near the harbour, three or four
men sat drinking ale and eating a hasty mess of eggs. They were all
likely, lusty, weather-beaten fellows, hard of hand, bold of eye; and
though they wore plain tabards, like country ploughmen, even a drunken
soldier might have looked twice before he sought a quarrel in such
company.

A little apart before the huge fire sat a younger man, almost a boy,
dressed in much the same fashion, though it was easy to see by his
looks that he was better born, and might have worn a sword had the time
suited.

"Nay," said one of the men at the table, "I like it not. Ill will come
of it. This is no place for jolly fellows. A jolly fellow loveth open
country, good cover, and scarce foes; but here we are shut in a town,
girt about with enemies; and, for the bull's-eye of misfortune, see if
it snow not ere the morning."

"'Tis for Master Shelton there," said another, nodding his head towards
the lad before the fire.

"I will do much for Master Shelton," returned the first; "but to come to
the gallows for any man--nay, brothers, not that!"

The door of the inn opened, and another man entered hastily and
approached the youth before the fire.

"Master Shelton," he said, "Sir Daniel goeth forth with a pair of links
and four archers."

Dick (for this was our young friend) rose instantly to his feet.

"Lawless," he said, "ye will take John Capper's watch.--Greensheve,
follow with me.--Capper, lead forward. We will follow him this time, an
he go to York."

The next moment they were outside in the dark street, and Capper, the
man who had just come, pointed to where two torches flared in the wind
at a little distance.

The town was already sound asleep; no one moved upon the streets, and
there was nothing easier than to follow the party without observation.
The two link-bearers went first; next followed a single man, whose long
cloak blew about him in the wind; and the rear was brought up by the
four archers, each with his bow upon his arm. They moved at a brisk
walk, threading the intricate lanes and drawing nearer to the shore.

"He hath gone each night in this direction?" asked Dick, in a whisper.

"This is the third night running, Master Shelton," returned Capper, "and
still at the same hour and with the same small following, as though his
end were secret."

Sir Daniel and his six men were now come to the outskirts of the
country. Shoreby was an open town, and though the Lancastrian lords who
lay there kept a strong guard on the main roads, it was still possible
to enter or depart unseen by any of the lesser streets or across the
open country.

The lane which Sir Daniel had been following came to an abrupt end.
Before him there was a stretch of rough down, and the noise of the
sea-surf was audible upon one hand. There were no guards in the
neighbourhood, nor any light in that quarter of the town.

Dick and his two outlaws drew a little closer to the object of their
chase, and presently, as they came forth from between the houses, and
could see a little farther upon either hand, they were aware of another
torch drawing near from another direction.

"Hey," said Dick, "I smell treason."

Meanwhile Sir Daniel had come to a full halt. The torches were stuck
into the sand, and the men lay down, as if to await the arrival of the
other party.

This drew near at a good rate. It consisted of four men only--a pair of
archers, a varlet with a link, and a cloaked gentleman walking in their
midst.

"Is it you, my lord?" cried Sir Daniel.

"It is I, indeed; and if ever true knight gave proof I am that man,"
replied the leader of the second troop; "for who would rather not face
giants, sorcerers, or pagans, than this pinching cold?"

"My lord," returned Sir Daniel, "beauty will be the more beholden,
misdoubt it not. But shall we forth? for the sooner ye have seen my
merchandise, the sooner shall we both get home."

"But why keep ye her here, good knight?" inquired the other. "An she be
so young, and so fair, and so wealthy, why do ye not bring her forth
among her mates? Ye would soon make her a good marriage, and no need to
freeze your fingers and risk arrow-shots by going abroad at such
untimely seasons in the dark."

"I have told you, my lord," replied Sir Daniel, "the reason thereof
concerneth me only. Neither do I purpose to explain it further. Suffice
it, that if ye be weary of your old gossip, Daniel Brackley, publish it
abroad that y' are to wed Joanna Sedley, and I give you my word ye will
be quit of him right soon. Ye will find him with an arrow in his back."

Meantime the two gentlemen were walking briskly forward over the down;
the three torches going before them, stooping against the wind and
scattering clouds of smoke and tufts of flame, and the rear brought up
by the six archers.

Close upon the heels of these Dick followed. He had, of course, heard no
word of this conversation; but he had recognised in the second of the
speakers old Lord Shoreby himself, a man of an infamous reputation, whom
even Sir Daniel affected, in public, to condemn.

Presently they came close down upon the beach. The air smelt salt; the
noise of the surf increased; and here, in a large walled garden, there
stood a small house of two stories, with stables and other offices.

The foremost torch-bearer unlocked a door in the wall, and, after the
whole party had passed into the garden, again closed and locked it on
the other side.

Dick and his men were thus excluded from any further following, unless
they should scale the wall and thus put their necks in a trap.

They sat down in a tuft of furze and waited. The red glow of the torches
moved up and down and to and fro within the enclosure, as if the
link-bearers steadily patrolled the garden.

Twenty minutes passed, and then the whole party issued forth again upon
the down; and Sir Daniel and the baron, after an elaborate salutation,
separated and turned severally homeward, each with his own following of
men and lights.

As soon as the sound of their steps had been swallowed by the wind, Dick
got to his feet as briskly as he was able, for he was stiff and aching
with the cold.

"Capper, ye will give me a back up," he said.

They advanced, all three, to the wall; Capper stooped, and Dick, getting
upon his shoulders, clambered on to the copestone.

"Now, Greensheve," whispered Dick, "follow me up here; lie flat upon
your face, that ye may be the less seen; and be ever ready to give me a
hand if I fall foully on the other side."

And so saying, he dropped into the garden.

It was all pitch dark; there was no light in the house. The wind
whistled shrill among the poor shrubs, and the surf beat upon the beach;
there was no other sound. Cautiously Dick footed it forth, stumbling
among bushes, and groping with his hands; and presently the crisp noise
of gravel underfoot told him that he had struck upon an alley.

Here he paused, and taking his crossbow from where he kept it concealed
under his long tabard, he prepared it for instant action, and went
forward once more with greater resolution and assurance. The path led
him straight to the group of buildings.

All seemed to be sorely dilapidated: the windows of the house were
secured by crazy shutters; the stables were open and empty; there was no
hay in the hayloft, no corn in the corn-box. Any one would have supposed
the place to be deserted; but Dick had good reason to think otherwise.
He continued his inspection, visiting the offices, trying all the
windows. At length he came round to the sea-side of the house, and
there, sure enough, there burned a pale light in one of the upper
windows.

He stepped back a little way, till he thought he could see the movement
of a shadow on the wall of the apartment. Then he remembered that in
the stable his groping hand had rested for a moment on a ladder, and he
returned with all despatch to bring it. The ladder was very short, but
yet, by standing on the topmost round, he could bring his hands as high
as the iron bars of the window; and, seizing these, he raised his body
by main force until his eyes commanded the interior of the room.

Two persons were within: the first he readily knew to be Dame Hatch; the
second, a tall and beautiful and grave young lady, in a long,
embroidered dress--could that be Joanna Sedley? his old wood companion,
Jack, whom he had thought to punish with a belt?

He dropped back again to the top round of the ladder in a kind of
amazement. He had never thought of his sweetheart as of so superior a
being, and he was instantly taken with a feeling of diffidence. But he
had little opportunity for thought. A low "Hist!" sounded from close by,
and he hastened to descend the ladder.

"Who goes?" he whispered.

"Greensheve," came the reply, in tones similarly guarded.

"What want ye?" asked Dick.

"The house is watched, Master Shelton," returned the outlaw. "We are not
alone to watch it; for even as I lay on my belly on the wall I saw men
prowling in the dark, and heard them whistle softly one to the other."

"By my sooth," said Dick, "but this is passing strange! Were they not
men of Sir Daniel's?"

"Nay, sir, that they were not," returned Greensheve; "for if I have eyes
in my head, every man-Jack of them weareth me a white badge in his
bonnet, something chequered with dark."

"White, chequered with dark?" repeated Dick. "Faith, 'tis a badge I know
not. It is none of this country's badges.--Well, an that be so, let us
slip as quietly forth from this garden as we may; for here we are in an
evil posture for defence. Beyond all question there are men of Sir
Daniel's in that house, and to be taken between two shots is a
beggarman's position. Take me this ladder; I must leave it where I
found it."

They returned the ladder to the stable, and groped their way to the
place where they had entered.

Capper had taken Greensheve's position on the cope, and now he leaned
down his hand, and, first one and then the other, pulled them up.

Cautiously and silently they dropped again upon the other side; nor did
they dare to speak until they had returned to their old ambush in the
gorse.

"Now, John Capper," said Dick, "back with you to Shoreby, even as for
your life. Bring me instantly what men ye can collect. Here shall be the
rendezvous; or if the men be scattered and the day be near at hand
before they muster, let the place be something farther back, and by the
entering in of the town. Greensheve and I lie here to watch. Speed ye,
John Capper, and the saints aid you to despatch!--And now, Greensheve,"
he continued, as soon as Capper had departed, "let thou and I go round
about the garden in a wide circuit. I would fain see whether thine eyes
betrayed thee."

Keeping well outwards from the wall, and profiting by every height and
hollow, they passed about two sides, beholding nothing. On the third
side the garden wall was built close upon the beach, and to preserve the
distance necessary to their purpose, they had to go some way down upon
the sands. Although the tide was still pretty far out, the surf was so
high, and the sands so flat, that at each breaker a great sheet of froth
and water came careering over the expanse, and Dick and Greensheve made
this part of their inspection wading, now to the ankles, and now as deep
as to the knees, in the salt and icy waters of the German Ocean.

Suddenly, against the comparative whiteness of the garden wall, the
figure of a man was seen, like a faint Chinese shadow, violently
signalling with both arms. As he dropped again to the earth, another
arose a little farther on and repeated the same performance. And so,
like a silent watch-word, these gesticulations made the round of the
beleaguered garden.

"They keep good watch," Dick whispered.

"Let us back to land, good master," answered Greensheve. "We stand here
too open; for, look ye, when the seas break heavy and white out there
behind us, they shall see us plainly against the foam."

"Ye speak sooth," returned Dick. "Ashore with us, right speedily."




CHAPTER II

A SKIRMISH IN THE DARK


Thoroughly drenched and chilled, the two adventurers returned to their
position in the gorse.

"I pray Heaven that Capper make good speed!" said Dick. "I vow a candle
to St. Mary of Shoreby if he come before the hour!"

"Y' are in a hurry, Master Dick?" asked Greensheve.

"Ay, good fellow," answered Dick; "for in that house lieth my lady, whom
I love, and who should these be that lie about her secretly by night?
Unfriends for sure!"

"Well," returned Greensheve, "an John come speedily, we shall give a
good account of them. They are not two score at the outside--I judge so
by the spacing of their sentries--and, taken where they are, lying so
widely, one score would scatter them like sparrows. And yet, Master
Dick, an she be in Sir Daniel's power already, it will little hurt that
she should change into another's. Who should these be?"

"I do suspect the Lord of Shoreby," Dick replied. "When came they?"

"They began to come, Master Dick," said Greensheve, "about the time ye
crossed the wall. I had not lain there the space of a minute ere I
marked the first of the knaves crawling round the corner."

The last light had been already extinguished in the little house when
they were wading in the wash of the breakers, and it was impossible to
predict at what moment the lurking men about the garden wall might make
their onslaught. Of two evils, Dick preferred the least. He preferred
that Joanna should remain under the guardianship of Sir Daniel rather
than pass into the clutches of Lord Shoreby; and his mind was made up,
if the house should be assaulted, to come at once to the relief of the
besieged.

But the time passed, and still there was no movement. From quarter of an
hour to quarter of an hour the same signal passed about the garden wall,
as if the leader desired to assure himself of the vigilance of his
scattered followers; but in every other particular the neighbourhood of
the little house lay undisturbed.

Presently Dick's reinforcements began to arrive. The night was not yet
old before nearly a score of men crouched beside him in the gorse.

Separating these into two bodies, he took the command of the smaller
himself, and entrusted the larger to the leadership of Greensheve.

"Now, Kit," said he to this last, "take me your men to the near angle of
the garden wall upon the beach. Post them strongly, and wait till that
ye hear me falling on upon the other side. It is those upon the sea
front that I would fain make certain of, for there will be the leader.
The rest will run; even let them. And now, lads, let no man draw an
arrow; ye will but hurt friends. Take to the steel, and keep to the
steel; and if we have the uppermost, I promise every man of you a gold
noble when I come to mine estate."

Out of the odd collection of broken men, thieves, murderers, and ruined
peasantry, whom Duckworth had gathered together to serve the purposes of
his revenge, some of the boldest and the most experienced in war had
volunteered to follow Richard Shelton. The service of watching Sir
Daniel's movements in the town of Shoreby had from the first been
irksome to their temper, and they had of late begun to grumble loudly
and threaten to disperse. The prospect of a sharp encounter and possible
spoils restored them to good humour, and they joyfully prepared for
battle.

Their long tabards thrown aside, they appeared, some in plain green
jerkins, and some in stout leathern jacks; under their hoods many wore
bonnets strengthened by iron plates; and for offensive armour, swords,
daggers, a few stout boar-spears, and a dozen of bright bills, put them
in a posture to engage even regular feudal troops. The bows, quivers,
and tabards were concealed among the gorse, and the two bands set
resolutely forward.

Dick, when he had reached the other side of the house, posted his six
men in a line, about twenty yards from the garden wall, and took
position himself a few paces in front. Then they all shouted with one
voice, and closed upon the enemy.

These, lying widely scattered, stiff with cold, and taken at unawares,
sprang stupidly to their feet, and stood undecided. Before they had time
to get their courage about them, or even to form an idea of the number
and mettle of their assailants, a similar shout of onslaught sounded in
their ears from the far side of the enclosure. Thereupon they gave
themselves up for lost, and ran.

In this way the two small troops of the men of the Black Arrow closed
upon the sea front of the garden wall, and took a part of the strangers,
as it were, between two fires; while the whole of the remainder ran for
their lives in different directions, and were soon scattered in the
darkness.

For all that, the fight was but beginning. Dick's outlaws, although they
had the advantage of the surprise, were still considerably outnumbered
by the men they had surrounded. The tide had flowed in the meanwhile;
the beach was narrowed to a strip; and on this wet field between the
surf and the garden wall, there began, in the darkness, a doubtful,
furious, and deadly contest.

The strangers were well armed; they fell in silence upon their
assailants; and the affray became a series of single combats. Dick, who
had come first into the mellay, was engaged by three; the first he cut
down at the first blow, but the other two coming upon him hotly he was
fain to give ground before their onset. One of these two was a huge
fellow, almost a giant for stature, and armed with a two-handed sword,
which he brandished like a switch. Against this opponent, with his reach
of arm and the length and weight of his weapon, Dick and his bill were
quite defenceless; and had the other continued to join vigorously in the
attack, the lad must have indubitably fallen. This second man, however,
less in stature and slower in his movements, paused for a moment to peer
about him in the darkness, and to give ear to the sounds of the battle.

The giant still pursued his advantage, and still Dick fled before him,
spying for his chance. Then the huge blade flashed and descended, and
the lad, leaping on one side and running in, slashed sideways and
upwards with his bill. A roar of agony responded, and before the wounded
man could raise his formidable weapon, Dick, twice repeating his blow,
had brought him to the ground.

The next moment he was engaged upon more equal terms with his second
pursuer. Here there was no great difference in size, and though the man,
fighting with sword and dagger against a bill, and being wary and quick
of fence, had a certain superiority of arms, Dick more than made it up
by his greater agility on foot. Neither at first gained any obvious
advantage; but the older man was still insensibly profiting by the
ardour of the younger to lead him where he would; and presently Dick
found that they had crossed the whole width of the beach, and were now
fighting above the knees in the spume and bubble of the breakers. Here
his own superior activity was rendered useless; he found himself more or
less at the discretion of his foe; yet a little, and he had his back
turned upon his own men, and saw that this adroit and skilful adversary
was bent upon drawing him farther and farther away.

Dick ground his teeth. He determined to decide the combat instantly; and
when the wash of the next wave had ebbed and left them dry, he rushed
in, caught a blow upon his bill, and leaped right at the throat of his
opponent. The man went down backwards, with Dick still upon the top of
him; and the next wave, speedily succeeding the last, buried him below
a rush of water.

While he was still submerged, Dick forced his dagger from his grasp, and
rose to his feet victorious.

"Yield ye!" he said. "I give you life."

"I yield me," said the other, getting to his knees. "Ye fight, like a
young man, ignorantly and foolhardily; but, by the array of the saints,
ye fight bravely!"

Dick turned to the beach. The combat was still raging doubtfully in the
night; over the hoarse roar of the breakers steel clanged upon steel,
and cries of pain and the shout of battle resounded.

"Lead me to your captain, youth," said the conquered knight. "It is fit
this butchery should cease."

"Sir," replied Dick, "so far as these brave fellows have a captain, the
poor gentleman who here addresses you is he."

"Call off your dogs, then, and I will bid my villains hold," returned
the other.

There was something noble both in the voice and manner of his late
opponent, and Dick instantly dismissed all fears of treachery.

"Lay down your arms, men!" cried the stranger knight. "I have yielded
me, upon promise of life."

The tone of the stranger was one of absolute command, and almost
instantly the din and confusion of the mellay ceased.

"Lawless," cried Dick, "are ye safe?"

"Ay," cried Lawless, "safe and hearty."

"Light me the lantern," cried Dick.

"Is not Sir Daniel here?" inquired the knight.

"Sir Daniel?" echoed Dick. "Now, by the rood, I pray not. It would go
ill with me if he were."

"Ill with _you_, fair sir?" inquired the other. "Nay, then, if ye be not
of Sir Daniel's party, I profess I comprehend no longer. Wherefore,
then, fell ye upon mine ambush? in what quarrel, my young and very fiery
friend? to what earthly purpose? and to make a clear end of
questioning, to what good gentleman have I surrendered?"

But before Dick could answer, a voice spoke in the darkness from close
by. Dick could see the speaker's black and white badge, and the
respectful salute which he addressed to his superior.

"My lord," said he, "if these gentlemen be unfriends to Sir Daniel, it
is a pity, indeed, we should have been at blows with them; but it were
tenfold greater that either they or we should linger here. The watchers
in the house--unless they be all dead or deaf--have heard our hammering
this quarter-hour agone; instantly they will have signalled to the town;
and unless we be the livelier in our departure, we are like to be taken,
both of us, by a fresh foe."

"Hawksley is in the right," added the lord. "How please ye, sir? Whither
shall we march?"

"Nay, my lord," said Dick, "go where you will for me. I do begin to
suspect we have some ground of friendship, and if, indeed, I began our
acquaintance somewhat ruggedly, I would not churlishly continue. Let us
then, separate, my lord, you laying your right hand in mine; and at the
hour and place that ye shall name, let us encounter and agree."

"Y' are too trustful, boy," said the other; "but this time your trust is
not misplaced. I will meet you at the point of day at St. Bride's
Cross.--Come, lads, follow!"

The strangers disappeared from the scene with a rapidity that seemed
suspicious; and, while the outlaws fell to the congenial task of rifling
the dead bodies, Dick made once more the circuit of the garden wall to
examine the front of the house. In a little upper loophole of the roof
he beheld a light set; and as it would certainly be visible in town from
the back windows of Sir Daniel's mansion, he doubted not that this was
the signal feared by Hawksley, and that ere long the lances of the
Knight of Tunstall would arrive upon the scene.

He put his ear to the ground, and it seemed to him as if he heard a
jarring and hollow noise from townward. Back to the beach he went
hurrying. But the work was already done; the last body was disarmed and
stripped to the skin, and four fellows were already wading seaward to
commit it to the mercies of the deep.

A few minutes later, when there debouched out of the nearest lanes of
Shoreby some two score horsemen, hastily arrayed and moving at the
gallop of their steeds, the neighbourhood of the house beside the sea
was entirely silent and deserted.

Meanwhile Dick and his men had returned to the alehouse of the "Goat
and Bagpipes" to snatch some hours of sleep before the morning tryst.




CHAPTER III

ST. BRIDE'S CROSS


St. Bride's Cross stood a little way back from Shoreby, on the skirts of
Tunstall Forest. Two roads met: one, from Holywood across the forest;
one, that road from Risingham down which we saw the wrecks of a
Lancastrian army fleeing in disorder. Here the two joined issue, and
went on together down the hill to Shoreby; and a little back from the
point of junction, the summit of a little knoll was crowned by the
ancient and weather-beaten cross.

Here, then, about seven in the morning, Dick arrived. It was as cold as
ever; the earth was all grey and silver with the hoar-frost, and the day
began to break in the east with many colours of purple and orange.

Dick set him down upon the lowest step of the cross, wrapped himself
well in his tabard, and looked vigilantly upon all sides. He had not
long to wait. Down the road from Holywood a gentleman in very rich and
bright armour, and wearing over that a surcoat of the rarest furs, came
pacing on a splendid charger. Twenty yards behind him followed a clump
of lancers; but these halted as soon as they came in view of the
trysting-place, while the gentleman in the fur surcoat continued to
advance alone.

His visor was raised, and showed a countenance of great command and
dignity, answerable to the richness of his attire and arms. And it was
with some confusion of manner that Dick arose from the cross and stepped
down the bank to meet his prisoner.

"I thank you, my lord, for your exactitude," he said, louting very low.
"Will it please your lordship to set foot to earth?"

"Are ye here alone, young man?" inquired the other.

"I was not so simple," answered Dick; "and, to be plain with your
lordship, the woods upon either hand of this cross lie full of mine
honest fellows lying on their weapons."

"Y' have done wisely," said the lord. "It pleaseth me the rather, since
last night ye fought foolhardily, and more like a salvage Saracen
lunatic than any Christian warrior. But it becomes not me to complain,
that had the undermost."

"Ye had the undermost indeed, my lord, since ye so fell," returned Dick;
"but had the waves not holpen me, it was I that should have had the
worst. Ye were pleased to make me yours with several dagger-marks, which
I still carry. And in fine, my lord, methinks I had all the danger, as
well as all the profit, of that little blind-man's medley on the beach."

"Y' are shrewd enough to make light of it, I see," returned the
stranger.

"Nay, my lord, not shrewd," replied Dick, "in that I shoot at no
advantage to myself. But when, by the light of this new day, I see how
stout a knight hath yielded, not to my arms alone, but to fortune, and
the darkness, and the surf--and how easily the battle had gone
otherwise, with a soldier so untried and rustic as myself--think it not
strange, my lord, if I feel confounded with my victory."

"Ye speak well," said the stranger. "Your name?"

"My name, an't like you, is Shelton," answered Dick.

"Men call me the Lord Foxham," added the other.

"Then, my lord, and under your good favour, ye are guardian to the
sweetest maid in England," replied Dick; "and for your ransom, and the
ransom of such as were taken with you on the beach, there will be no
uncertainty of terms. I pray you, my lord, of your good-will and
charity, yield me the hand of my mistress, Joan Sedley; and take ye,
upon the other part, your liberty, the liberty of these your followers,
and (if ye will have it) my gratitude and service till I die."

"But are ye not ward to Sir Daniel? Methought, if y' are Harry Shelton's
son, that I had heard it so reported," said Lord Foxham.

"Will it please you, my lord, to alight? I would fain tell you fully who
I am, how situate, and why so bold in my demands. Beseech you, my lord,
take place upon these steps, hear me to a full end, and judge me with
allowance."

And so saying, Dick lent a hand to Lord Foxham to dismount; led him up
the knoll to the cross; installed him in the place where he had himself
been sitting; and standing respectfully before his noble prisoner,
related the story of his fortunes up to the events of the evening
before.

Lord Foxham listened gravely, and when Dick had done, "Master Shelton,"
he said, "ye are a most fortunate-unfortunate young gentleman; but what
fortune y' have had, that ye have amply merited; and what unfortune, ye
have noways deserved. Be of a good cheer; for ye have made a friend who
is devoid neither of power nor favour. For yourself, although it fits
not for a person of your birth to herd with outlaws, I must own ye are
both brave and honourable; very dangerous in battle, right courteous in
peace, a youth of excellent disposition and brave bearing. For your
estates, ye will never see them till the world shall change again; so
long as Lancaster hath the strong hand, so long shall Sir Daniel enjoy
them for his own. For my ward, it is another matter; I had promised her
before to a gentleman, a kinsman of my house, one Hamley; the promise is
old----"

"Ay, my lord, and now Sir Daniel hath promised her to my Lord Shoreby,"
interrupted Dick. "And his promise, for all it is but young, is still
the likelier to be made good."

"Tis the plain truth," returned his lordship. "And considering,
moreover, that I am your prisoner, upon no better composition than my
bare life, and over and above that, that the maiden is unhappily in
other hands, I will so far consent. Aid me with your good fellows----"

"My lord," cried Dick, "they are these same outlaws that ye blame me for
consorting with."

"Let them be what they will, they can fight," returned Lord Foxham.
"Help me, then; and if between us we regain the maid, upon my knightly
honour, she shall marry you!"

Dick bent his knee before his prisoner; but he, leaping up lightly from
the cross, caught the lad up and embraced him like a son.

"Come," he said, "an y' are to marry Joan, we must be early friends."




CHAPTER IV

THE "GOOD HOPE"


An hour thereafter, Dick was back at the "Goat and Bagpipes," breaking
his fast, and receiving the report of his messengers and sentries.
Duckworth was still absent from Shoreby; and this was frequently the
case, for he played many parts in the world, shared many different
interests, and conducted many various affairs. He had founded that
fellowship of the Black Arrow, as a ruined man longing for vengeance and
money; and yet among those who knew him best, he was thought to be the
agent and emissary of the great King-maker of England, Richard, Earl of
Warwick.

In his absence, at any rate, it fell upon Richard Shelton to command
affairs in Shoreby; and as he sat at meat his mind was full of care, and
his face heavy with consideration. It had been determined, between him
and the Lord Foxham, to make one bold stroke that evening, and, by brute
force, to set Joanna free. The obstacles, however, were many; and as one
after another of his scouts arrived, each brought him more
discomfortable news.

Sir Daniel was alarmed by the skirmish of the night before. He had
increased the garrison of the house in the garden; but, not content with
that, he had stationed horsemen in all the neighbouring lanes, so that
he might have instant word of any movement. Meanwhile, in the court of
his mansion, steeds stood saddled, and the riders, armed at every point,
awaited but the signal to ride.

The adventure of the night appeared more and more difficult of
execution, till suddenly Dick's countenance lightened.

"Lawless!" he cried, "you that were a shipman, can ye steal me a ship?"

"Master Dick," replied Lawless, "if ye would back me, I would agree to
steal York Minster."

Presently after, these two set forth and descended to the harbour. It
was a considerable basin, lying among sandhills, and surrounded with
patches of down, ancient ruinous lumber, and tumble-down slums of the
town. Many decked ships and many open boats either lay there at anchor,
or had been drawn up on the beach. A long duration of bad weather had
driven them from the high seas into the shelter of the port; and the
great trooping of black clouds, and the cold squalls that followed one
another, now with a sprinkling of dry snow, now in a mere swoop of wind,
promised no improvement, but rather threatened a more serious storm in
the immediate future.

The seamen, in view of the cold and the wind, had for the most part
slunk ashore, and were now roaring and singing in the shoreside taverns.
Many of the ships already rode unguarded at their anchors; and as the
day wore on, and the weather offered no appearance of improvement, the
number was continually being augmented. It was to these deserted ships,
and, above all, to those of them that lay far out, that Lawless directed
his attention; while Dick, seated upon an anchor that was half embedded
in the sand, and giving ear, now to the rude, potent, and boding voices
of the gale, and now to the hoarse singing of the shipmen in a
neighbouring tavern, soon forgot his immediate surroundings and concerns
in the agreeable recollection of Lord Foxham's promise.

He was disturbed by a touch upon his shoulder. It was Lawless, pointing
to a small ship that lay somewhat by itself, and within but a little of
the harbour mouth, where it heaved regularly and smoothly on the
entering swell. A pale gleam of winter sunshine fell, at that moment, on
the vessel's deck, relieving her against a bank of scowling cloud; and
in this momentary glitter Dick could see a couple of men hauling the
skiff alongside.

"There, sir," said Lawless, "mark ye it well! There is the ship for
to-night."

Presently the skiff put out from the vessel's side, and the two men,
keeping her head well to the wind, pulled lustily for shore. Lawless
turned to a loiterer.

"How call ye her?" he asked, pointing to the little vessel.

"They call her the _Good Hope_, of Dartmouth," replied the loiterer.
"Her captain, Arblaster by name. He pulleth the bow oar in yon skiff."

This was all that Lawless wanted. Hurriedly thanking the man, he moved
round the shore to a certain sandy creek, for which the skiff was
heading. There he took up his position, and as soon as they were within
earshot, opened fire on the sailors of the _Good Hope_.

"What! Gossip Arblaster!" he cried. "Why, ye be well met; nay, gossip,
ye be right well met, upon the rood! And is that the _Good Hope_? Ay, I
would know her among ten thousand!--a sweet shear, a sweet boat! But
marry, come up, my gossip, will ye drink? I have come into mine estate,
which doubtless ye remember to have heard on. I am now rich; I have left
to sail upon the sea; I do sail now, for the most part, upon spiced ale.
Come, fellow; thy hand upon 't! Come, drink with an old ship-fellow!"

Skipper Arblaster, a long-faced, elderly, weather-beaten man, with a
knife hanging about his neck by a plaited cord, and for all the world
like any modern seaman in his gait and bearing, had hung back in obvious
amazement and distrust. But the name of an estate, and a certain air of
tipsified simplicity and good-fellowship which Lawless very well
affected, combined to conquer his suspicious jealousy; his countenance
relaxed, and he at once extended his open hand and squeezed that of the
outlaw in a formidable grasp.

"Nay," he said, "I cannot mind you. But what o' that? I would drink with
any man, gossip, and so would my man Tom.--Man Tom," he added,
addressing his follower, "here is my gossip, whose name I cannot mind,
but no doubt a very good seaman. Let's go drink with him and his shore
friend."

Lawless led the way, and they were soon seated in an alehouse, which, as
it was very new, and stood in an exposed and solitary station, was less
crowded than those nearer to the centre of the port. It was but a shed
of timber, much like a block-house in the backwoods of to-day, and was
coarsely furnished with a press or two, a number of naked benches, and
boards set upon barrels to play the part of tables. In the middle, and
besieged by half a hundred violent draughts, a fire of wreck-wood blazed
and vomited thick smoke.

"Ay, now," said Lawless, "here is a shipman's joy--a good fire and a
good stiff cup ashore, with foul weather without and an off-sea gale
a-snoring in the roof! Here's to the _Good Hope_! May she ride easy!"

"Ay," said Skipper Arblaster, "'tis good weather to be ashore in, that
is sooth--Man Tom, how say ye to that?--Gossip, ye speak well, though I
can never think upon your name; but ye speak very well. May the _Good
Hope_ ride easy! Amen!"

"Friend Dickon," resumed Lawless, addressing his commander, "ye have
certain matters on hand, unless I err? Well, prithee be about them
incontinently. For here I be with the choice of all good company, two
tough old shipmen; and till that ye return I will go warrant these brave
fellows will bide here and drink me cup for cup. We are not like
shore-men, we old tough tarry-Johns!"

"It is well meant," returned the skipper. "Ye can go, boy; for I will
keep your good friend and my good gossip company till curfew--ay, and by
St. Mary, till the sun get up again! For, look ye, when a man hath been
long enough at sea, the salt getteth me into the clay upon his bones;
and let him drink a draw-well, he will never be quenched."

Thus encouraged upon all hands, Dick rose, saluted his company, and
going forth again into the gusty afternoon, got him as speedily as he
might to the "Goat and Bagpipes." Thence he sent word to my Lord Foxham
that, so soon as ever the evening closed, they would have a stout boat
to keep the sea in. And then leading along with him a couple of outlaws
who had some experience of the sea, he returned himself to the harbour
and the little sandy creek.

The skiff of the _Good Hope_ lay among many others, from which it was
easily distinguished by its extreme smallness and fragility. Indeed,
when Dick and his two men had taken their places, and began to put forth
out of the creek into the open harbour, the little cockle dipped into
the swell and staggered under every gust of wind, like a thing upon the
point of sinking.

The _Good Hope_, as we have said, was anchored far out, where the swell
was heaviest. No other vessel lay nearer than several cables' length;
those that were the nearest were themselves entirely deserted; and as
the skiff approached, a thick flurry of snow and a sudden darkening of
the weather further concealed the movements of the outlaws from all
possible espial. In a trice they had leaped upon the heaving deck, and
the skiff was dancing at the stern. The _Good Hope_ was captured.

She was a good stout boat, decked in the bows and amidships, but open in
the stern. She carried one mast, and was rigged between a felucca and a
lugger. It would seem that Skipper Arblaster had made an excellent
venture, for the hold was full of pieces of French wine; and in the
little cabin, besides the Virgin Mary in the bulkhead which proved the
captain's piety, there were many lockfast chests and cupboards, which
showed him to be rich and careful.

A dog, who was the sole occupant of the vessel, furiously barked, and
bit the heels of the boarders, but he was soon kicked into the cabin,
and the door shut upon his just resentment. A lamp was lit and fixed in
the shrouds to mark the vessel clearly from the shore; one of the wine
pieces in the hold was broached, and a cup of excellent Gascony emptied
to the adventure of the evening; and then, while one of the outlaws
began to get ready his bow and arrows and prepare to hold the ship
against all comers, the other hauled in the skiff and got overboard,
where he held on, waiting for Dick.

"Well, Jack, keep me a good watch," said the young commander, preparing
to follow his subordinate. "Ye will do right well."

"Why," returned Jack, "I shall do excellent well indeed, so long as we
lie here; but once we put the nose of this poor ship outside the
harbour----. See, there she trembles! Nay, the poor shrew heard the
words, and the heart misgave her in her oak-tree ribs. But look, Master
Dick! how black the weather gathers!"

The darkness ahead was, indeed, astonishing. Great billows heaved up out
of the blackness, one after another; and one after another the _Good
Hope_ buoyantly climbed, and giddily plunged upon the farther side. A
thin sprinkle of snow and thin flakes of foam came flying, and powdered
the deck; and the wind harped dismally among the rigging.

"In sooth, it looketh evilly," said Dick. "But what cheer! 'Tis but a
squall, and presently it will blow over." But, in spite of his words, he
was depressingly affected by the bleak disorder of the sky and the
wailing and fluting of the wind; and as he got over the side of the
_Good Hope_ and made once more for the landing-creek with the best speed
of oars, he crossed himself devoutly, and recommended to Heaven the
lives of all who should adventure on the sea.

At the landing-creek there had already gathered about a dozen of the
outlaws. To these the skiff was left, and they were bidden embark
without delay.

A little farther up the beach Dick found Lord Foxham hurrying in quest
of him, his face concealed with a dark hood, and his bright armour
covered by a long russet mantle of a poor appearance.

"Young Shelton," he said, "are ye for sea, then, truly?"

"My lord," replied Richard, "they lie about the house with horsemen; it
may not be reached from the land side without alarum; and Sir Daniel
once advertised of our adventure, we can no more carry it to a good end
than, saving your presence, we could ride upon the wind. Now, in going
round by sea, we do run some peril by the elements; but, what much
outweigheth all, we have a chance to make good our purpose and bear off
the maid."

"Well," returned Lord Foxham, "lead on. I will, in some sort, follow you
for shame's sake; but I own I would I were in bed."

"Here, then," said Dick. "Hither we go to fetch our pilot."

And he led the way to the rude alehouse where he had given rendezvous to
a portion of his men. Some of these he found lingering round the door
outside; others had pushed more boldly in, and, choosing places as near
as possible to where they saw their comrade, gathered close about
Lawless and the two shipmen. These, to judge by the distempered
countenance and cloudy eye, had long since gone beyond the boundaries of
moderation; and as Richard entered, closely followed by Lord Foxham,
they were all three tuning up an old, pitiful sea-ditty, to the chorus
of the wailing of the gale.

The young leader cast a rapid glance about the shed. The fire had just
been replenished, and gave forth volumes of black smoke, so that it was
difficult to see clearly in the farther corners. It was plain, however,
that the outlaws very largely outnumbered the remainder of the guests.
Satisfied upon this point, in case of any failure in the operation of
his plan, Dick strode up to the table and resumed his place upon the
bench.

"Hey?" cried the skipper tipsily, "who are ye, hey?"

"I want a word with you without, Master Arblaster," returned Dick; "and
here is what we shall talk of." And he showed him a gold noble in the
glimmer of the firelight.

The shipman's eyes burned, although he still failed to recognise our
hero.

"Ay, boy," he said, "I am with you.--Gossip, I will be back anon. Drink
fair, gossip"; and, taking Dick's arm to steady his uneven steps, he
walked to the door of the alehouse.

As soon as he was over the threshold, ten strong arms had seized and
bound him; and in two minutes more, with his limbs trussed one to
another, and a good gag in his mouth, he had been tumbled neck and crop
into a neighbouring hay-barn. Presently, his man Tom, similarly secured,
was tossed beside him, and the pair were left to their uncouth
reflections for the night.

And now, as the time for concealment had gone by, Lord Foxham's
followers were summoned by a preconcerted signal, and the party, boldly
taking possession of as many boats as their numbers required, pulled in
a flotilla for the light in the rigging of the ship. Long before the
last man had climbed to the deck of the _Good Hope_, the sound of
furious shouting from the shore showed that a part, at least, of the
seamen had discovered the loss of their skiffs.

But it was now too late, whether for recovery or revenge. Out of some
forty fighting men now mustered in the stolen ship, eight had been to
sea, and could play the part of mariners. With the aid of these, a slice
of sail was got upon her. The cable was cut. Lawless, vacillating on his
feet, and still shouting the chorus of sea-ballads, took the long tiller
in his hands: and the _Good Hope_ began to flit forward into the
darkness of the night, and to face the great waves beyond the harbour
bar.

Richard took his place beside the weather rigging. Except for the ship's
own lantern, and for some lights in Shoreby town, that were already
fading to leeward, the whole world of air was as black as in a pit. Only
from time to time, as the _Good Hope_ swooped dizzily down into the
valley of the rollers, a crest would break--a great cataract of snowy
foam would leap in one instant into being--and, in an instant more,
would stream into the wake and vanish.

Many of the men lay holding on and praying aloud; many more were sick,
and had crept into the bottom, where they sprawled among the cargo. And
what with the extreme violence of the motion, and the continued drunken
bravado of Lawless, still shouting and singing at the helm, the stoutest
heart on board may have nourished a shrewd misgiving as to the result.

But Lawless, as if guided by an instinct, steered the ship across the
breakers, struck the lee of a great sandbank, where they sailed for a
while in smooth water, and presently after laid her alongside a rude
stone pier, where she was hastily made fast, and lay ducking and
grinding in the dark.




CHAPTER V

THE "GOOD HOPE" (_continued_)


The pier was not far distant from the house in which Joanna lay; it now
only remained to get the men on shore, to surround the house with a
strong party, burst in the door and carry off the captive. They might
then regard themselves as done with the _Good Hope_; it had placed them
on the rear of their enemies; and the retreat, whether they should
succeed or fail in the main enterprise, would be directed with a greater
measure of hope in the direction of the forest and my Lord Foxham's
reserve.

To get the men on shore, however, was no easy task; many had been sick,
all were pierced with cold; the promiscuity and disorder on board had
shaken their discipline; the movement of the ship and the darkness of
the night had cowed their spirits. They made a rush upon the pier; my
lord, with his sword drawn on his own retainers, must throw himself in
front; and this impulse of rabblement was not restrained without a
certain clamour of voices, highly to be regretted in the case.

When some degree of order had been restored, Dick, with a few chosen
men, set forth in advance. The darkness on shore, by contrast with the
flashing of the surf, appeared before him like a solid body; and the
howling and whistling of the gale drowned any lesser noise.

He had scarce reached the end of the pier, however, when there fell a
lull of the wind; and in this he seemed to hear on shore the hollow
footing of horses and the clash of arms. Checking his immediate
followers, he passed forward a step or two alone, even setting foot upon
the down; and here he made sure he could detect the shape of men and
horses moving. A strong discouragement assailed him. If their enemies
were really on the watch, if they had beleagured the shoreward end of
the pier, he and Lord Foxham were taken in a posture of very poor
defence, the sea behind, the men jostled in the dark upon a narrow
causeway. He gave a cautious whistle, the signal previously agreed upon.

It proved to be a signal for more than he desired. Instantly there fell,
through the black night, a shower of arrows sent at a venture; and so
close were the men huddled on the pier that more than one was hit, and
the arrows were answered with cries of both fear and pain. In this first
discharge, Lord Foxham was struck down; Hawksley had him carried on
board again at once; and his men, during the brief remainder of the
skirmish, fought (when they fought at all) without guidance. That was
perhaps the chief cause of the disaster which made haste to follow.

At the shore end of the pier, for perhaps a minute, Dick held his own
with a handful; one or two were wounded upon either side; steel crossed
steel; nor had there been the least signal of advantage, when in the
twinkling of an eye the tide turned against the party from the ship.
Some one cried out that all was lost; the men were in the very humour to
lend an ear to a discomfortable counsel; the cry was taken up. "On
board, lads, for your lives!" cried another. A third, with the true
instinct of the coward, raised that inevitable report on all retreats:
"We are betrayed!" And in a moment the whole mass of men went surging
and jostling backward down the pier, turning their defenceless backs on
their pursuers and piercing the night with craven outcry.

One coward thrust off the ship's stern, while another still held her by
the bows. The fugitives leaped, screaming, and were hauled on board, or
fell back and perished in the sea. Some were cut down upon the pier by
the pursuers. Many were injured on the ship's deck in the blind haste
and terror of the moment, one man leaping upon another, and a third on
both. At last, and whether by design or accident, the bows of the _Good
Hope_ were liberated; and the ever-ready Lawless, who had maintained his
place at the helm through all the hurly-burly by sheer strength of body
and a liberal use of the cold steel, instantly clapped her on the proper
tack. The ship began to move once more forward on the stormy sea, its
scuppers running blood, its deck heaped with fallen men, sprawling and
struggling in the dark.

Thereupon Lawless sheathed his dagger, and, turning to his next
neighbour, "I have left my mark on them, gossip," said he, "the yelping,
coward hounds."

Now, while they were all leaping and struggling for their lives, the men
had not appeared to observe the rough shoves and cutting stabs with
which Lawless had held his post in the confusion. But perhaps they had
already begun to understand somewhat more clearly, perhaps another ear
had overheard the helmsman's speech.

Panic-stricken troops recover slowly, and men who have just disgraced
themselves by cowardice, as if to wipe out the memory of their fault,
will sometimes run straight into the opposite extreme of
insubordination. So it was now; and the same men who had thrown away
their weapons and been hauled, feet foremost, into the _Good Hope_,
began to cry out upon their leaders, and demand that some one should be
punished.

This growing ill-feeling turned upon Lawless.

In order to get a proper offing, the old outlaw had put the head of the
_Good Hope_ to seaward.

"What!" bawled one of the grumblers, "he carrieth us to seaward!"

"'Tis sooth," cried another. "Nay, we are betrayed for sure."

And they all began to cry out in chorus that they were betrayed, and in
shrill tones and with abominable oaths bade Lawless go about-ship and
bring them speedily ashore.

Lawless, grinding his teeth, continued in silence to steer the true
course, guiding the _Good Hope_ among the formidable billows. To their
empty terrors, as to their dishonourable threats, between drink and
dignity he scorned to make reply. The malcontents drew together a little
abaft the mast, and it was plain they were like barnyard cocks, "crowing
for courage." Presently they would be fit for any extremity of injustice
or ingratitude. Dick began to mount by the ladder, eager to interpose;
but one of the outlaws, who was also something of a seaman, got
beforehand.

"Lads," he began, "y' are right wooden heads, I think. For to get back,
by the mass, we must have an offing, must we not? And this old
Lawless--"

Some one struck the speaker on the mouth, and the next moment, as a fire
springs among dry straw, he was felled upon the deck, trampled under the
feet, and despatched by the daggers of his cowardly companions. At this
the wrath of Lawless rose and broke.

"Steer yourselves," he bellowed, with a curse; and, careless of the
result, he left the helm.

The _Good Hope_ was, at that moment, trembling on the summit of a swell.
She subsided, with sickening velocity, upon the farther side. A wave,
like a great black bulwark, hove immediately in front of her; and, with
a staggering blow, she plunged head foremost through that liquid hill.
The green water passed right over her from stem to stern, as high as a
man's knees; the sprays ran higher than the mast; and she rose again
upon the other side, with an appalling, tremulous indecision, like a
beast that has been deadly wounded.

Six or seven of the malcontents had been carried bodily overboard; and
as for the remainder, when they found their tongues again, it was to
bellow to the saints and wail upon Lawless to come back and take the
tiller.

Nor did Lawless wait to be twice bidden. The terrible result of his
fling of just resentment sobered him completely. He knew, better than
any one on board, how nearly the _Good Hope_ had gone bodily down below
their feet; and he could tell, by the laziness with which she met the
sea, that the peril was by no means over.

Dick, who had been thrown down by the concussion and half drowned, rose
wading to his knees in the swamped well of the stern, and crept to the
old helmsman's side.

"Lawless," he said, "we do all depend on you; y' are a brave, steady
man, indeed, and crafty in the management of ships; I shall put three
sure men to watch upon your safety."

"Bootless, my master, bootless," said the steersman, peering forward
through the dark. "We come every moment somewhat clearer of these
sandbanks; with every moment, then, the sea packeth upon us heavier, and
for all these whimperers, they will presently be on their backs. For, my
master, 'tis a right mystery, but true, there never yet was a bad man
that was a good shipman. None but the honest and the bold can endure me
this tossing of a ship."

"Nay, Lawless," said Dick, laughing, "that is a right shipman's byword,
and hath no more of sense than the whistle of the wind. But, prithee,
how go we? Do we lie well? Are we in good case?"

"Master Shelton," replied Lawless, "I have been a Grey Friar--I praise
fortune--an archer, a thief, and a shipman. Of all these coats, I had
the best fancy to die in the Grey Friars, as ye may readily conceive,
and the least fancy to die in John Shipman's tarry jacket; and that for
two excellent good reasons: first, that the death might take a man
suddenly; and second, for the horror of that great salt smother and
welter under my foot here"--and Lawless stamped with his foot.
"Howbeit," he went on, "an I die not a sailor's death, and that this
night, I shall owe a tall candle to our Lady."

"Is it so?" asked Dick.

"It is right so," replied the outlaw. "Do ye not feel how heavy and dull
she moves upon the waves? Do ye not hear the water washing in her hold?
She will scarce mind the rudder even now. Bide till she has settled a
bit lower; and she will either go down below your boots like a stone
image, or drive ashore here, under our lee, and come all to pieces like
a twist of string."

"Ye speak with a good courage," returned Dick. "Ye are not then
appalled?"

"Why, master," answered Lawless, "if ever a man had an ill crew to come
to port with, it is I--a renegade friar, a thief, and all the rest on't.
Well, ye may wonder, but I keep a good hope in my wallet; and if that I
be to drown, I will drown with a bright eye, Master Shelton, and a
steady hand."

Dick returned no answer; but he was surprised to find the old vagabond
of so resolute a temper, and, fearing some fresh violence or treachery,
set forth upon his quest for three sure men. The great bulk of the men
had now deserted the deck, which was continually wetted with the flying
sprays, and where they lay exposed to the shrewdness of the winter wind.
They had gathered, instead, into the hold of the merchandise, among the
butts of wine, and lighted by two swinging lanterns.

Here a few kept up the form of revelry, and toasted each other deep in
Arblaster's Gascony wine. But as the _Good Hope_ continued to tear
through the smoking waves, and toss her stem and stern alternately high
in air and deep into white foam, the number of these jolly companions
diminished with every moment and with every lurch. Many sat apart,
tending their hurts, but the majority were already prostrated with
sickness, and lay moaning in the bilge.

Greensheve, Cuckow, and a young fellow of Lord Foxham's whom Dick had
already remarked for his intelligence and spirit, were still, however,
both fit to understand and willing to obey. These Dick set as a
bodyguard about the person of the steersman, and then, with a last look
at the black sky and sea, he turned and went below into the cabin,
whither Lord Foxham had been carried by his servants.




CHAPTER VI

THE "GOOD HOPE" (_concluded_)


The moans of the wounded baron blended with the wailing of the ship's
dog. The poor animal, whether he was merely sick at heart to be
separated from his friends, or whether he indeed recognised some peril
in the labouring of the ship, raised his cries, like minute-guns, above
the roar of wave and weather; and the more superstitious of the men
heard, in these sounds, the knell of the _Good Hope_.

Lord Foxham had been laid in a berth, upon a fur cloak. A little lamp
burned dim before the Virgin in the bulkhead, and by its glimmer Dick
could see the pale countenance and hollow eyes of the hurt man.

"I am sore hurt," said he. "Come near to my side, young Shelton; let
there be one by me who, at least, is gentle born; for after having lived
nobly and richly all the days of my life, this is a sad pass that I
should get my hurt in a little ferreting skirmish, and die here, in a
foul, cold ship upon the sea, among broken men and churls."

"Nay, my lord," said Dick, "I pray rather to the saints that ye will
recover you of your hurt, and come soon and sound ashore."

"How?" demanded his lordship. "Come sound ashore? There is, then, a
question of it?"

"The ship laboureth--the sea is grievous and contrary," replied the lad;
"and by what I can learn of my fellow that steereth us, we shall do
well, indeed, if we come dryshod to land."

"Ha!" said the baron gloomily, "thus shall every terror attend upon the
passage of my soul! Sir, pray rather to live hard, that ye may die
easy, than to be fooled and fluted all through life, as to the pipe and
tabor, and, in the last hour, be plunged among misfortunes! Howbeit, I
have that upon my mind that must not be delayed. We have no priest
aboard?"

"None," replied Dick.

"Here, then, to my secular interests," resumed Lord Foxham: "ye must be
as good a friend to me dead, as I found you a gallant enemy when I was
living. I fall in an evil hour for me, for England, and for them that
trusted me. My men are being brought by Hamley--he that was your rival;
they will rendezvous in the long room at Holywood; this ring from off my
finger will accredit you to represent mine orders; and I shall write,
besides, two words upon this paper, bidding Hamley yield to you the
damsel. Will ye obey? I know not."

"But, my lord, what orders?" inquired Dick.

"Ay," quoth the baron, "ay--the orders"; and he looked upon Dick with
hesitation. "Are ye Lancaster or York?" he asked at length.

"I shame to say it," answered Dick, "I can scarce clearly answer. But so
much I think is certain: since I serve with Ellis Duckworth, I serve the
House of York. Well, if that be so, I declare for York."

"It is well," returned the other; "it is exceeding well. For, truly, had
ye said Lancaster, I wot not for the world what I had done. But sith ye
are for York, follow me. I came hither but to watch these lords at
Shoreby, while mine excellent young lord, Richard of Gloucester,[1]
prepareth a sufficient force to fall upon and scatter them. I have made
me notes of their strength, what watch they keep, and how they lie; and
these I was to deliver to my young lord on Sunday, an hour before noon,
at St. Bride's Cross beside the forest. This tryst I am not like to
keep, but I pray you, of courtesy, to keep it in my stead; and see that
not pleasure, nor pain, tempest, wound, nor pestilence withhold you from
the hour and place, for the welfare of England lieth upon this cast."

"I do soberly take this upon me," said Dick. "In so far as in me lieth,
your purpose shall be done."

"It is good," said the wounded man. "My lord duke shall order you
further, and if ye obey him with spirit and goodwill, then is your
fortune made. Give me the lamp a little nearer to mine eyes, till that I
write these words for you."

He wrote a note "to his worshipful kinsman, Sir John Hamley"; and then a
second, which he left without external superscription.

"This is for the duke," he said. "The word is 'England and Edward,' and
the counter, 'England and York.'"

"And Joanna, my lord?" asked Dick.

"Nay, ye must get Joanna how ye can," replied the baron. "I have named
you for my choice in both these letters; but ye must get her for
yourself, boy. I have tried, as ye see here before you, and have lost my
life. More could no man do."

By this time the wounded man began to be very weary; and Dick, putting
the precious papers in his bosom, bade him be of good cheer, and left
him to repose.

The day was beginning to break, cold and blue, with flying squalls of
snow. Close under the lee of the _Good Hope_, the coast lay in alternate
rocky headlands and sandy bays; and farther inland the wooded hill-tops
of Tunstall showed along the sky. Both the wind and the sea had gone
down; but the vessel wallowed deep, and scarce rose upon the waves.

Lawless was still fixed at the rudder; and by this time nearly all the
men had crawled on deck, and were now gazing, with blank faces, upon the
inhospitable coast.

"Are we going ashore?" asked Dick.

"Ay," said Lawless, "unless we get first to the bottom."

And just then the ship rose so languidly to meet a sea, and the water
weltered so loudly in her hold, that Dick involuntarily seized the
steersman by the arm.

"By the mass!" cried Dick, as the bows of the _Good Hope_ re-appeared
above the foam, "I thought we had foundered, indeed; my heart was at my
throat."

In the waist, Greensheve, Hawksley, and the better men of both companies
were busy breaking up the deck to build a raft; and to these Dick joined
himself, working the harder to drown the memory of his predicament. But,
even as he worked, every sea that struck the poor ship, and every one of
her dull lurches, as she tumbled wallowing among the waves, recalled him
with a horrid pang to the immediate proximity of death.

Presently, looking up from his work, he saw that they were close in
below a promontory; a piece of ruinous cliff, against the base of which
the sea broke white and heavy, almost overplumbed the deck; and, above
that again, a house appeared, crowning a down.

Inside the bay the seas ran gaily, raised the _Good Hope_ upon their
foam-flecked shoulders, carried her beyond the control of the steersman,
and in a moment dropped her with a great concussion on the sand, and
began to break over her, half-mast high, and roll her to and fro.
Another great wave followed, raised her again, and carried her yet
farther in; and then a third succeeded, and left her far inshore of the
more dangerous breakers, wedged upon a bank.

"Now, boys," cried Lawless, "the saints have had a care of us indeed.
The tide ebbs; let us but sit down and drink a cup of wine, and before
half an hour ye may all march me ashore as safe as on a bridge."

A barrel was broached, and sitting in what shelter they could find from
the flying snow and spray, the shipwrecked company handed the cup
around, and sought to warm their bodies and restore their spirits.

Dick, meanwhile, returned to Lord Foxham, who lay in great perplexity
and fear, the floor of his cabin washing knee-deep in water, and the
lamp, which had been his only light, broken and extinguished by the
violence of the blow.

"My lord," said young Shelton, "fear not at all; the saints are plainly
for us; the seas have cast us high upon a shoal, and as soon as the tide
hath somewhat ebbed, we may walk ashore upon our feet."

It was nearly an hour before the vessel was sufficiently deserted by the
ebbing sea, and they could set forth for the land, which appeared dimly
before them through a veil of driving snow.

Upon a hillock on one side of their way a party of men lay huddled
together, suspiciously observing the movements of the new arrivals.

"They might draw near and offer us some comfort," Dick remarked.

"Well, an they come not to us, let us even turn aside to them," said
Hawksley. "The sooner we come to a good fire and a dry bed, the better
for my poor lord."

But they had not moved far in the direction of the hillock before the
men, with one consent, rose suddenly to their feet, and poured a flight
of well-directed arrows on the shipwrecked company.

"Back! back!" cried his lordship. "Beware, in Heaven's name, that ye
reply not!"

"Nay," cried Greensheve, pulling an arrow from his leather jack. "We are
in no posture to fight, it is certain, being drenching wet, dog-weary,
and three-parts frozen; but, for the love of old England, what aileth
them to shoot thus cruelly on their poor country people in distress?"

"They take us to be French pirates," answered Lord Foxham. "In these
most troublesome and degenerate days we cannot keep our own shores of
England; but our old enemies, whom we once chased on sea and land, do
now range at pleasure, robbing and slaughtering and burning. It is the
pity and reproach of this poor land."

The men upon the hillock lay, closely observing them, while they trailed
upward from the beach and wound inland among desolate sandhills; for a
mile or so they even hung upon the rear of the march, ready, at a sign,
to pour another volley on the weary and dispirited fugitives; and it was
only when, striking at length upon a firm high-road, Dick began to call
his men to some more martial order, that these jealous guardians of the
coast of England silently disappeared among the snow. They had done what
they desired; they had protected their own homes and farms, their own
families and cattle; and, their private interest being thus secured, it
mattered not the weight of a straw to any one of them, although the
Frenchmen should carry blood and fire to every other parish in the realm
of England.


FOOTNOTE:

  [1] At the date of this story, Richard Crookback could not have been
    created Duke of Gloucester; but for clearness, with the reader's
    leave, he shall so be called.




BOOK IV

THE DISGUISE




CHAPTER I

THE DEN


The place where Dick had struck the line of a high-road was not far from
Holywood, and within nine or ten miles of Shoreby-on-the-Till; and here,
after making sure that they were pursued no longer, the two bodies
separated. Lord Foxham's followers departed, carrying their wounded
master towards the comfort and security of the great abbey; and Dick, as
he saw them wind away and disappear in the thick curtain of the falling
snow, was left alone with near upon a dozen outlaws, the last remainder
of his troop of volunteers.

Some were wounded; one and all were furious at their ill-success and
long exposure; and though they were now too cold and hungry to do more,
they grumbled and cast sullen looks upon their leaders. Dick emptied his
purse among them, leaving himself nothing; thanked them for the courage
they had displayed, though he could have found it more readily in his
heart to rate them for poltroonery; and having thus somewhat softened
the effect of his prolonged misfortune, despatched them to find their
way, either severally or in pairs, to Shoreby and the "Goat and
Bagpipes."

For his own part, influenced by what he had seen on board of the _Good
Hope_, he chose Lawless to be his companion on the walk. The snow was
falling, without pause or variation, in one even, blinding cloud; the
wind had been strangled, and now blew no longer; and the whole world was
blotted out and sheeted down below that silent inundation. There was
great danger of wandering by the way and perishing in drifts; and
Lawless, keeping half a step in front of his companion, and holding his
head forward like a hunting dog upon the scent, inquired his way of
every tree, and studied out their path as though he were conning a ship
among dangers.

About a mile into the forest they came to a place where several ways
met, under a grove of lofty and contorted oaks. Even in the narrow
horizon of the falling snow, it was a spot that could not fail to be
recognised; and Lawless evidently recognised it with particular delight.

"Now, Master Richard," said he, "an y' are not too proud to be the guest
of a man who is neither a gentleman by birth nor so much as a good
Christian, I can offer you a cup of wine and a good fire to melt the
marrow in your frozen bones."

"Lead on, Will," answered Dick. "A cup of wine and a good fire! Nay, I
would go a far way round to see them."

Lawless turned aside under the bare branches of the grove, and, walking
resolutely forward for some time, came to a steepish hollow or den, that
had now drifted a quarter full of snow. On the verge a great beech-tree
hung, precariously rooted; and here the old outlaw, pulling aside some
bushy underwood, bodily disappeared into the earth.

The beech had, in some violent gale, been half-uprooted, and had torn up
a considerable stretch of turf; and it was under this that old Lawless
had dug out his forest hiding-place. The roots served him for rafters,
the turf was his thatch; for walls and floor he had his mother the
earth. Rude as it was, the hearth in one corner, blackened by fire, and
the presence in another of a large oaken chest well fortified with iron,
showed it at one glance to be the den of a man, and not the burrow of a
digging beast.

Though the snow had drifted at the mouth and sifted in upon the floor of
this earth-cavern, yet was the air much warmer than without; and when
Lawless had struck a spark, and the dry furze bushes had begun to blaze
and crackle on the hearth, the place assumed, even to the eye, an air of
comfort and of home.

With a sigh of great contentment Lawless spread his broad hands before
the fire, and seemed to breathe the smoke.

"Here, then," he said, "is this old Lawless's rabbit-hole; pray Heaven
there come no terrier! Far I have rolled hither and thither, and here
and about, since that I was fourteen years of mine age, and first ran
away from mine abbey, with the sacrist's gold chain and a mass-book that
I sold for four marks. I have been in England and France and Burgundy,
and in Spain, too, on a pilgrimage for my poor soul; and upon the sea,
which is no man's country. But here is my place, Master Shelton. This is
my native land, this burrow in the earth. Come rain or wind--an whether
it's April, and the birds all sing, and the blossoms fall about my bed,
or whether it's winter, and I sit alone with my good gossip the fire,
and robin-redbreast twitters in the woods--here is my church and market,
my wife and child. It's here I come back to, and it's here, so please
the saints, that I would like to die."

"'Tis a warm corner, to be sure," replied Dick, "and a pleasant, and a
well-hid."

"It had need to be," returned Lawless, "for an they found it, Master
Shelton, it would break my heart. But here," he added, burrowing with
his stout fingers in the sandy floor, "here is my wine-cellar, and ye
shall have a flask of excellent strong stingo."

Sure enough, after but a little digging, he produced a big leathern
bottle of about a gallon, nearly three parts full of a very heady and
sweet wine; and when they had drunk to each other comradely, and the
fire had been replenished and blazed up again, the pair lay at full
length, thawing and steaming, and divinely warm.

"Master Shelton," observed the outlaw, "y' have had two mischances this
last while, and y' are like to lose the maid--do I take it aright?"

"Aright!" returned Dick, nodding his head.

"Well, now," continued Lawless, "hear an old fool that hath been
nigh-hand everything, and seen nigh-hand all! Ye go too much on other
people's errands, Master Dick. Ye go on Ellis's; but he desireth rather
the death of Sir Daniel. Ye go on Lord Foxham's; well--the saints
preserve him!--doubtless he meaneth well. But go ye upon your own, good
Dick. Come right to the maid's side. Court her, lest that she forget
you. Be ready; and when the chance shall come, off with her at the
saddle-bow."

"Ay, but, Lawless, beyond doubt she is now in Sir Daniel's own mansion,"
answered Dick.

"Thither, then, go we," replied the outlaw.

Dick stared at him.

"Nay, I mean it," nodded Lawless. "And if y' are of so little faith, and
stumble at a word, see here!"

And the outlaw, taking a key from about his neck, opened the oak chest,
and dipping and groping deep among its contents, produced first a
friar's robe, and next a girdle of rope; and then a huge rosary of wood,
heavy enough to be counted as a weapon.

"Here," he said, "is for you. On with them!"

And then, when Dick had clothed himself in this clerical disguise,
Lawless produced some colours and a pencil, and proceeded, with the
greatest cunning, to disguise his face. The eyebrows he thickened and
produced; to the moustache, which was yet hardly visible, he rendered a
like service; while, by a few lines around his eye, he changed the
expression and increased the apparent age of this young monk.

"Now," he resumed, "when I have done the like, we shall make as bonny a
pair of friars as the eye could wish. Boldly to Sir Daniel's we shall
go, and there be hospitably welcome for the love of Mother Church."

"And how, dear Lawless," cried the lad, "shall I repay you?"

"Tut, brother," replied the outlaw, "I do naught but for my pleasure.
Mind not for me. I am one, by the mass, that mindeth for himself. When
that I lack, I have a long tongue and a voice like the monastery bell--I
do ask, my son; and where asking faileth, I do most usually take."

The old rogue made a humorous grimace; and although Dick was displeased
to lie under so great favours to so equivocal a personage, he was yet
unable to restrain his mirth.

With that Lawless returned to the big chest, and was soon similarly
disguised; but below his gown Dick wondered to observe him conceal a
sheaf of black arrows.

"Wherefore do ye that?" asked the lad. "Wherefore arrows, when ye take
no bow?"

"Nay," replied Lawless lightly, "'tis like there will be heads
broke--not to say backs--ere you and I win sound from where we're going
to; and if any fall, I would our fellowship should come by the credit
on't. A black arrow, Master Dick, is the seal of our abbey; it showeth
you who writ the bill."

"An ye prepare so carefully," said Dick. "I have here some papers that,
for mine own sake, and the interest of those that trusted me, were
better left behind than found upon my body. Where shall I conceal them,
Will?"

"Nay," replied Lawless, "I will go forth into the wood and whistle me
three verses of a song; meanwhile do you bury them where ye please, and
smooth the sand upon the place."

"Never!" cried Richard. "I trust you, man. I were base indeed if I not
trusted you."

"Brother, y' are but a child," replied the old outlaw, pausing and
turning his face upon Dick from the threshold of the den. "I am a kind
old Christian, and no traitor to men's blood, and no sparer of mine own
in a friend's jeopardy. But, fool child, I am a thief by trade and birth
and habit. If my bottle were empty and my mouth dry, I would rob you,
dear child, as sure as I love, honour, and admire your parts and person!
Can it be clearer spoken? No."

And he stumped forth through the bushes with a snap of his big fingers.

Dick, thus left alone, after a wondering thought upon the
inconsistencies of his companion's character, hastily produced,
reviewed, and buried his papers. One only he reserved to carry along
with him, since it in nowise compromised his friends, and yet might
serve him, in a pinch, against Sir Daniel. That was the knight's own
letter to Lord Wensleydale, sent by Throgmorton, on the morrow of the
defeat at Risingham, and found next day by Dick upon the body of the
messenger.

Then, treading down the embers of the fire, Dick left the den, and
rejoined the old outlaw, who stood awaiting him under the leafless oaks,
and was already beginning to be powdered by the falling snow. Each
looked upon the other, and each laughed, so thorough and so droll was
the disguise.

"Yet I would it were but summer and a clear day," grumbled the outlaw,
"that I might see myself in the mirror of a pool. There be many of Sir
Daniel's men that know me; and if we fell to be recognised, there might
be two words for you, my brother, but as for me, in a paternoster-while,
I should be kicking in a rope's-end."

Thus they set forth together along the road to Shoreby, which, in this
part of its course, kept near along the margin of the forest, coming
forth, from time to time, in the open country, and passing beside poor
folks' houses and small farms.

Presently at sight of one of these Lawless pulled up.

"Brother Martin," he said, in a voice capitally disguised, and suited to
his monkish robe, "let us enter and seek alms from these poor sinners.
_Pax vobiscum!_ Ay," he added, in his own voice, "'tis as I feared: I
have somewhat lost the whine of it; and by your leave, good Master
Shelton, ye must suffer me to practise in these country places, before
that I risk my fat neck by entering Sir Daniel's. But look ye a little,
what an excellent thing it is to be a Jack-of-all-trades! An I had not
been a shipman, ye had infallibly gone down in the _Good Hope_; an I had
not been a thief, I could not have painted me your face; and but that I
had been a Grey Friar, and sung loud in the choir, and ate hearty at
the board, I could not have carried this disguise, but the very dogs
would have spied us out and barked at us for shams."

He was by this time close to the window of the farm, and he rose on his
tip-toes and peeped in.

"Nay," he cried, "better and better. We shall here try our false faces
with a vengeance, and have a merry jest on Brother Capper to boot."

And so saying he opened the door and led the way into the house.

Three of their own company sat at the table, greedily eating. Their
daggers, stuck beside them in the board, and the black and menacing
looks which they continued to shower upon the people of the house,
proved that they owed their entertainment rather to force than favour.
On the two monks, who now, with a sort of humble dignity, entered the
kitchen of the farm, they seemed to turn with a particular resentment;
and one--it was John Capper in person--who seemed to play the leading
part, instantly and rudely ordered them away.

"We want no beggars here!" he cried.

But another--although he was as far from recognising Dick and
Lawless--inclined to more moderate counsels.

"Not so," he cried. "We be strong men, and take: these be weak, and
crave; but in the latter end these shall be uppermost and we
below.--Mind him not, my father; but come, drink of my cup, and give me
a benediction."

"Y' are men of a light mind, carnal and accursed," said the monk. "Now,
may the saints forbid that ever I should drink with such companions! But
here, for the pity I bear to sinners, here I do' leave you a blessed
relic, the which, for your soul's interest, I bid you kiss and cherish."

So far Lawless thundered upon them like a preaching friar; but with
these words he drew from under his robe a black arrow, tossed it on the
board in front of the three startled outlaws, turned in the same
instant, and, taking Dick along with him, was out of the room and out of
sight among the falling snow before they had time to utter a word or
move a finger.

"So," he said, "we have proved our false faces, Master Shelton. I will
now adventure my poor carcass where ye please."

"Good!" returned Richard. "It irks me to be doing. Set we on for
Shoreby!"




CHAPTER II

"IN MINE ENEMIES' HOUSE"


Sir Daniel's residence in Shoreby was a tall, commodious, plastered
mansion, framed in carven oak, and covered by a low-pitched roof of
thatch. To the back there stretched a garden, full of fruit-trees,
alleys, and thick arbours, and over-looked from the far end by the tower
of the abbey church.

The house might contain, upon a pinch, the retinue of a greater person
than Sir Daniel; but even now it was filled with hubbub. The court rang
with arms and horse-shoe iron; the kitchen roared with cookery like a
bees'-hive; minstrels, and the players of instruments, and the cries of
tumblers, sounded from the hall. Sir Daniel, in his profusion, in the
gaiety and gallantry of his establishment, rivalled with Lord Shoreby
and eclipsed Lord Risingham.

All guests were made welcome. Minstrels, tumblers, players of chess, the
sellers of relics, medicines, perfumes and enchantments, and along with
these every sort of priest, friar, or pilgrim, were made welcome to the
lower table, and slept together in the ample lofts, or on the bare
boards of the long dining-hall.

On the afternoon following the wreck of the _Good Hope_, the buttery,
the kitchens, the stables, the covered cart-shed that surrounded two
sides of the court, were all crowded by idle people, partly belonging to
Sir Daniel's establishment, and attired in his livery of murrey and
blue, partly nondescript strangers attracted to the town by greed, and
received by the knight through policy, and because it was the fashion of
the time.

The snow, which still fell without interruption, the extreme chill of
the air, and the approach of night, combined to keep them under shelter.
Wine, ale, and money were all plentiful; many sprawled gambling in the
straw of the barn, many were still drunken from the noontide meal. To
the eye of a modern it would have looked like the sack of a city; to the
eye of a contemporary it was like any other rich and noble household at
a festive season.

Two monks--a young and an old--had arrived late, and were now warming
themselves at a bonfire in a corner of the shed. A mixed crowd
surrounded them--jugglers, mountebanks, and soldiers: and with these the
elder of the two had soon engaged so brisk a conversation, and exchanged
so many loud guffaws and country witticisms that the group momentarily
increased in number.

The younger companion, in whom the reader has already recognised Dick
Shelton, sat from the first somewhat backward, and gradually drew
himself away. He listened, indeed, closely, but he opened not his mouth;
and by the grave expression of his countenance he made but little
account of his companion's pleasantries.

At last his eye, which travelled continually to and fro, and kept a
guard upon all the entrances of the house, lit upon a little procession
entering by the main gate and crossing the court in an oblique
direction. Two ladies, muffled in thick furs, led the way, and were
followed by a pair of waiting-women and four stout men-at-arms. The next
moment they had disappeared within the house; and Dick, slipping through
the crowd of loiterers in the shed, was already giving hot pursuit.

"The taller of these twain was Lady Brackley," he thought; "and where
Lady Brackley is, Joan will not be far."

At the door of the house the four men-at-arms had ceased to follow, and
the ladies were now mounting the stairway of polished oak, under no
better escort than that of the two waiting-women. Dick followed close
behind. It was already the dusk of the day; and in the house the
darkness of the night had almost come. On the stair-landings torches
flared in iron holders; down the long tapestried corridors a lamp burned
by every door. And where the door stood open, Dick could look in upon
arras-covered walls, and rush-bescattered floors, glowing in the light
of the wood-fires.

Two floors were passed, and at every landing the younger and shorter of
the two ladies had looked back keenly at the monk. He, keeping his eyes
lowered, and affecting the demure manners that suited his disguise, had
but seen her once, and was unaware that he had attracted her attention.
And now, on the third floor, the party separated, the younger lady
continuing to ascend alone, the other, followed by the waiting-maids,
descending the corridor to the right.

Dick mounted with a swift foot, and holding to the corner, thrust forth
his head and followed the three women with his eyes. Without turning or
looking behind them, they continued to descend the corridor.

"It is right well," thought Dick. "Let me but know my Lady Brackley's
chamber, and it will go hard an I find not Dame Hatch upon an errand."

And just then a hand was laid upon his shoulder, and, with a bound and a
choked cry, he turned to grapple his assailant.

He was somewhat abashed to find, in the person whom he had so roughly
seized, the short young lady in the furs. She, on her part, was shocked
and terrified beyond expression, and hung trembling in his grasp.

"Madam," said Dick, releasing her, "I cry you a thousand pardons; but I
have no eyes behind, and, by the mass, I could not tell ye were a maid."

The girl continued to look at him, but, by this time, terror began to be
succeeded by surprise, and surprise by suspicion. Dick, who could read
these changes on her face, became alarmed for his own safety in that
hostile house.

"Fair maid," he said, affecting easiness, "suffer me to kiss your hand,
in token ye forgive my roughness, and I will even go."

"Y' are a strange monk, young sir," returned the young lady, looking him
both boldly and shrewdly in the face; "and now that my first
astonishment hath somewhat passed away, I can spy the layman in each
word you utter. What do ye here? Why are ye thus sacrilegiously tricked
out? Come ye in peace or war? And why spy ye after Lady Brackley like a
thief?"

"Madam," quoth Dick, "of one thing I pray you to be very sure: I am no
thief. And even if I come here in war, as in some degree I do, I make no
war upon fair maids, and I hereby entreat them to copy me so far, and to
leave me be. For, indeed, fair mistress, cry out--if such be your
pleasure--cry but once, and say what ye have seen, and the poor
gentleman before you is merely a dead man. I cannot think ye would be
cruel," added Dick; and taking the girl's hand gently in both of his, he
looked at her with courteous admiration.

"Are ye then a spy--a Yorkist?" asked the maid.

"Madam," he replied, "I am indeed a Yorkist, and in some sort, a spy.
But that which bringeth me into this house, the same which will win for
me the pity and interest of your kind heart, is neither of York nor
Lancaster. I will wholly put my life in your discretion. I am a lover,
and my name--"

But here the young lady clapped her hand suddenly upon Dick's mouth,
looked hastily up and down and east and west, and, seeing the coast
clear, began to drag the young man, with great strength and vehemence,
upstairs.

"Hush!" she said, "and come. 'Shalt talk hereafter."

Somewhat bewildered, Dick suffered himself to be pulled upstairs,
bustled along a corridor, and thrust suddenly into a chamber, lit, like
so many of the others, by a blazing log upon the hearth.

"Now," said the young lady, forcing him down upon a stool, "sit ye there
and attend my sovereign good-pleasure. I have life and death over you,
and I will not scruple to abuse my power. Look to yourself; y' have
cruelly mauled my arm. He knew not I was a maid, quoth he! Had he known
I was a maid, he had ta'en his belt to me, forsooth!"

And with these words she whipped out of the room, and left Dick gaping
with wonder, and not very sure if he were dreaming or awake.

"Ta'en my belt to her!" he repeated. "Ta'en my belt to her!" and the
recollection of that evening in the forest flowed back upon his mind,
and he once more saw Matcham's wincing body and beseeching eyes.

And then he was recalled to the dangers of the present. In the next room
he heard a stir, as of a person moving; then followed a sigh, which
sounded strangely near; and then the rustle of skirts and tap of feet
once more began. As he stood hearkening, he saw the arras wave along the
wall; there was the sound of a door being opened, the hangings divided,
and, lamp in hand, Joanna Sedley entered the apartment.

She was attired in costly stuffs of deep and warm colours, such as befit
the winter and the snow. Upon her head, her hair had been gathered
together and became her as a crown. And she, who had seemed so little
and so awkward in the attire of Matcham, was now tall like a young
willow, and swam across the floor as though she scorned the drudgery of
walking.

Without a start, without a tremor, she raised her lamp and looked at the
young monk.

"What make ye here, good brother?" she inquired. "Ye are doubtless
ill-directed. Whom do ye require?" And she set her lamp upon the
bracket.

"Joanna," said Dick; and then his voice failed him. "Joanna," he began
again, "ye said ye loved me; and the more fool I, but I believed it!"

"Dick!" she cried. "Dick!"

And then, to the wonder of the lad, this beautiful and tall young lady
made but one step of it, and threw her arms about his neck and gave him
a hundred kisses all in one.

"O the fool fellow!" she cried. "O dear Dick! O, if ye could see
yourself! Alack!" she added, pausing, "I have spoilt you, Dick! I have
knocked some of the paint off. But that can be mended. What cannot be
mended, Dick--or I much fear it cannot!--is my marriage with Lord
Shoreby."

"Is it decided then?" asked the lad.

"To-morrow, before noon, Dick, in the abbey church," she answered, "John
Matcham and Joanna Sedley both shall come to a right miserable end.
There is no help in tears, or I could weep mine eyes out. I have not
spared myself to pray, but Heaven frowns on my petition. And, dear
Dick--good Dick--but that ye can get me forth of this house before the
morning, we must even kiss and say good-bye."

"Nay," said Dick, "not I; I will never say that word. 'Tis like despair;
but while there's life, Joanna, there is hope. Yet will I hope. Ay, by
the mass, and triumph! Look ye, now, when ye were but a name to me, did
I not follow--did I not rouse good men--did I not stake my life upon the
quarrel? And now that I have seen you for what ye are--the fairest maid
and stateliest of England--think ye I would turn?--if the deep sea were
there, I would straight through it; if the way were full of lions, I
would scatter them like mice."

"Ay," she said dryly, "ye make a great ado about a sky-blue robe!"

"Nay, Joan," protested Dick, "'tis not alone the robe. But, lass, ye
were disguised. Here am I disguised; and, to the proof, do I not cut a
figure of fun--a right fool's figure?"

"Ay, Dick, an' that ye do!" she answered, smiling.

"Well, then!" he returned, triumphant. "So was it with you, poor
Matcham, in the forest. In sooth, ye were a wench to laugh at. But now!"

So they ran on, holding each other by both hands, exchanging smiles and
lovely looks, and melting minutes into seconds; and so they might have
continued all night long. But presently there was a noise behind them;
and they were aware of the short young lady, with her finger on her
lips.

"Saints!" she cried, "but what a noise ye keep! Can ye not speak in
compass?--And now, Joanna, my fair maid of the woods, what will ye give
your gossip for bringing you your sweetheart?"

Joanna ran to her, by way of answer, and embraced her fierily.

"And you, sir," added the young lady, "what do ye give me?"

"Madam," said Dick, "I would fain offer to pay you in the same money."

"Come, then," said the lady, "it is permitted you."

But Dick, blushing like a peony, only kissed her hand.

"What ails ye at my face, fair sir?" she inquired, curtseying to the
very ground; and then, when Dick had at length and most tepidly embraced
her, "Joanna," she added, "your sweetheart is very backward under your
eyes; but I warrant you, when first we met, he was more ready. I am all
black and blue, wench; trust me never, if I be not black and blue! And
now," she continued, "have ye said your sayings? for I must speedily
dismiss the paladin."

But at this they both cried out that they had said nothing, that the
night was still very young, and that they would not be separated so
early.

"And supper?" asked the young lady. "Must we not go down to supper?"

"Nay, to be sure!" cried Joan. "I had forgotten."

"Hide me, then," said Dick, "put me behind the arras, shut me in a
chest, or what ye will, so that I may be here on your return. Indeed,
fair lady," he added, "bear this in mind, that we are sore bestead, and
may never look upon each other's face from this night forward till we
die."

At this the young lady melted; and when, a little after, the bell
summoned Sir Daniel's household to the board, Dick was planted very
stiffly against the wall, at a place where a division in the tapestry
permitted him to breathe the more freely, and even to see into the room.

He had not been long in this position when he was somewhat strangely
disturbed. The silence in that upper story of the house was only broken
by the flickering of the flames and the hissing of a green log in the
chimney; but presently, to Dick's strained hearing, there came the sound
of some one walking with extreme precaution; and soon after the door
opened, and a little black-faced, dwarfish fellow, in Lord Shoreby's
colours, pushed first his head and then his crooked body into the
chamber. His mouth was open, as though to hear the better; and his eyes,
which were very bright, flitted restlessly and swiftly to and fro. He
went round and round the room, striking here and there upon the
hangings; but Dick, by a miracle, escaped his notice. Then he looked
below the furniture, and examined the lamp; and at last, with an air of
cruel disappointment, was preparing to go away as silently as he had
come, when down he dropped upon his knees, picked up something from
among the rushes on the floor, examined it, and, with every signal of
delight, concealed it in the wallet at his belt.

Dick's heart sank, for the object in question was a tassel from his own
girdle; and it was plain to him that this dwarfish spy, who took a
malign delight in his employment, would lose no time in bearing it to
his master, the baron. He was half-tempted to throw aside the arras,
fall upon the scoundrel, and, at the risk of his life, remove the
tell-tale token. And while he was still hesitating, a new cause of
concern was added. A voice, hoarse and broken by drink, began to be
audible from the stair; and presently after, uneven, wandering, and
heavy footsteps sounded without along the passage.

"What make ye here, my merry men, among the greenwood shaws?" sang the
voice. "What make ye here? Hey! sots, what make ye here?" it added, with
a rattle of drunken laughter; and then once more breaking into song:

  "If ye should drink the clary wine,
   Fat Friar John, ye friend o' mine--
   If I should eat, and ye should drink,
   Who shall sing the mass, d'ye think?"

Lawless, alas! rolling drunk, was wandering the house, seeking for a
corner wherein to slumber off the effect of his potations. Dick inwardly
raged. The spy, at first terrified, had grown reassured as he found he
had to deal with an intoxicated man, and now, with a movement of
cat-like rapidity, slipped from the chamber, and was gone from Richard's
eyes.

What was to be done? If he lost touch of Lawless for the night he was
left impotent, whether to plan or carry forth Joanna's rescue. If, on
the other hand, he dared to address the drunken outlaw, the spy might
still be lingering within sight, and the most fatal consequences ensue.

It was, nevertheless, upon this last hazard that Dick decided. Slipping
from behind the tapestry, he stood ready in the doorway of the chamber,
with a warning hand upraised. Lawless, flushed crimson, with his eyes
injected, vacillating on his feet, drew still unsteadily nearer. At last
he hazily caught sight of his commander, and, in despite of Dick's
imperious signals, hailed him instantly and loudly by his name.

Dick leaped upon and shook the drunkard furiously.

"Beast!" he hissed--"beast, and no man! It is worse than treachery to be
so witless. We may all be shent for thy sotting."

But Lawless only laughed and staggered, and tried to clap young Shelton
on the back.

And just then Dick's quick ear caught a rapid brushing in the arras. He
leaped towards the sound, and the next moment a piece of the
wall-hanging had been torn down, and Dick and the spy were sprawling
together in its folds. Over and over they rolled, grappling for each
other's throat, and still baffled by the arras, and still silent in
their deadly fury. But Dick was by much the stronger, and soon the spy
lay prostrate under his knee, and, with a single stroke of the long
poniard, ceased to breathe.




CHAPTER III

THE DEAD SPY


Throughout this furious and rapid passage, Lawless had looked on
helplessly, and even when all was over, and Dick, already re-arisen to
his feet, was listening with the most passionate attention to the
distant bustle in the lower stories of the house, the old outlaw was
still wavering on his legs like a shrub in a breeze of wind, and still
stupidly staring on the face of the dead man.

"It is well," said Dick at length; "they have not heard us, praise the
saints! But, now, what shall I do with this poor spy? At least, I will
take my tassel from his wallet."

So saying, Dick opened the wallet; within he found a few pieces of
money, the tassel, and a letter addressed to Lord Wensleydale, and
sealed with my Lord Shoreby's seal. The name awoke Dick's recollection;
and he instantly broke the wax and read the contents of the letter. It
was short, but, to Dick's delight, it gave evident proof that Lord
Shoreby was treacherously corresponding with the House of York.

The young fellow usually carried his ink-horn and implements about him,
and so now, bending a knee beside the body of the dead spy, he was able
to write these words upon a corner of the paper:

  "My Lord of Shoreby, ye that writt the letter, wot ye why your man is
  ded? But let me rede you, marry not.

    "JON AMEND-ALL."

He laid this paper on the breast of the corpse; and then Lawless, who
had been looking on upon these last manoeuvres with some flickering
returns of intelligence, suddenly drew a black arrow from below his
robe, and therewith pinned the paper in its place. The sight of this
disrespect, or, as it almost seemed, cruelty to the dead, drew a cry of
horror from young Shelton; but the old outlaw only laughed.

"Nay, I will have the credit for mine order," he hiccuped. "My jolly
boys must have the credit on't--the credit, brother"; and then, shutting
his eyes tight and opening his mouth like a precentor, he began to
thunder, in a formidable voice:

  "If ye should drink the clary wine--"

"Peace, sot!" cried Dick, and thrust him hard against the wall. "In two
words--if so be that such a man can understand me who hath more wine
than wit in him--in two words, and a-Mary's name, begone out of this
house, where, if ye continue to abide, ye will not only hang yourself,
but me also! Faith, then, up foot! be yare, or, by the mass, I may
forget that I am in some sort your captain, and in some your debtor!
Go!"

The sham monk was now, in some degree, recovering the use of his
intelligence; and the ring in Dick's voice, and the glitter in Dick's
eye, stamped home the meaning of his words.

"By the mass," cried Lawless, "an I be not wanted, I can go"; and he
turned tipsily along the corridor and proceeded to flounder downstairs,
lurching against the wall.

So soon as he was out of sight, Dick returned to his hiding-place,
resolutely fixed to see the matter out. Wisdom, indeed, moved him to be
gone; but love and curiosity were stronger.

Time passed slowly for the young man, bolt upright behind the arras. The
fire in the room began to die down, and the lamp to burn low and to
smoke. And still there was no word of the return of any one to these
upper quarters of the house; still the faint hum and clatter of the
supper-party sounded from far below; and still, under the thick fall of
the snow, Shoreby town lay silent upon every side.

At length, however, feet and voices began to draw near upon the stair;
and presently after several of Sir Daniel's guests arrived upon the
landing, and, turning down the corridor, beheld the torn arras and the
body of the spy.

Some ran forward and some back, and all together began to cry aloud.

At the sound of their cries, guests, men-at-arms, ladies, servants, and,
in a word, all the inhabitants of that great house, came flying from
every direction, and began to join their voices to the tumult.

Soon a way was cleared, and Sir Daniel came forth in person, followed by
the bridegroom of the morrow, my Lord Shoreby.

"My lord," said Sir Daniel, "have I not told you of this knave Black
Arrow? To the proof, behold it! There it stands, and, by the rood, my
gossip, in a man of yours, or one that stole your colours!"

"In good sooth, it was a man of mine," replied Lord Shoreby, hanging
back. "I would I had more such. He was as keen as a beagle and secret as
a mole."

"Ay, gossip, truly?" asked Sir Daniel keenly. "An what came he smelling
up so many stairs in my poor mansion? But he will smell no more."

"An't please you, Sir Daniel," said one, "here is a paper written upon
with some matter, pinned upon his breast."

"Give it me, arrow and all," said the knight. And when he had taken into
his hand the shaft, he continued for some time to gaze upon it in a
sullen musing. "Ay," he said, addressing Lord Shoreby, "here is a hate
that followeth hard and close upon my heels. This black stick, or its
just likeness, shall yet bring me down. And, gossip, suffer a plain
knight to counsel you; and if these hounds begin to wind you, flee! 'Tis
like a sickness--it still hangeth, hangeth upon the limbs. But let us
see what they have written. It is as I thought, my lord; y' are marked
like an old oak, by the woodman; to-morrow or next day, by will come the
axe. But what wrote ye in a letter?"

Lord Shoreby snatched the paper from the arrow, read it, crumpled it
between his hands, and, overcoming the reluctance which had hitherto
withheld him from approaching, threw himself on his knees beside the
body and eagerly groped in the wallet.

He rose to his feet with a somewhat unsettled countenance.

"Gossip," he said, "I have indeed lost a letter here that much imported;
and could I lay my hand upon the knave that took it, he should
incontinently grace a halter. But let us, first of all, secure the
issues of the house. Here is enough harm already, by St. George!"

Sentinels were posted close around the house and garden; a sentinel on
every landing of the stair, a whole troop in the main entrance-hall; and
yet another about the bonfire in the shed. Sir Daniel's followers were
supplemented by Lord Shoreby's; there was thus no lack of men or weapons
to make the house secure, or to entrap a lurking enemy, should one be
there.

Meanwhile, the body of the spy was carried out through the falling snow
and deposited in the abbey church.

It was not until these dispositions had been taken, and all had returned
to a decorous silence, that the two girls drew Richard Shelton from his
place of concealment, and made a full report to him of what had passed.
He, upon his side, recounted the visit of the spy, his dangerous
discovery, and speedy end.

Joanna leaned back very faint against the curtained wall.

"It will avail but little," she said. "I shall be wed to-morrow in the
morning, after all!"

"What!" cried her friend. "And here is our paladin that driveth lions
like mice. Ye have little faith, of a surety.--But come, friend
lion-driver, give us some comfort; speak, and let us hear bold
counsels."

Dick was confounded to be thus outfaced with his own exaggerated words;
but though he coloured, he still spoke stoutly.

"Truly," said he, "we are in straits. Yet, could I but win out of this
house for half an hour, I do honestly tell myself that all might still
go well; and for the marriage, it should be prevented."

"And for the lions," mimicked the girl, "they shall be driven."

"I crave your excuse," said Dick. "I speak not now in any boasting
humour, but rather as one inquiring after help or counsel; for if I get
not forth of this house through these sentinels, I can do less than
naught. Take me, I pray you, rightly."

"Why said ye he was rustic, Joan?" the girl inquired. "I warrant he hath
a tongue in his head; ready, soft, and bold is his speech at pleasure.
What would ye more?"

"Nay," sighed Joanna, with a smile, "they have changed me my friend
Dick, 'tis sure enough. When I beheld him, he was rough indeed. But it
matters little; there is no help for my hard case, and I must still be
Lady Shoreby!"

"Nay, then," said Dick, "I will even make the adventure. A friar is not
much regarded; and if I found a good fairy to lead me up, I may find
another belike to carry me down. How call they the name of this spy?"

"Rutter," said the young lady; "and an excellent good name to call him
by. But how mean ye, lion-driver? What is in your mind to do?"

"To offer boldly to go forth," returned Dick; "and if any stop me, to
keep an unchanged countenance, and say I go to pray for Rutter. They
will be praying over his poor clay even now."

"The device is somewhat simple," replied the girl, "yet it may hold."

"Nay," said young Shelton, "it's no device, but mere boldness, which
serveth often better in great straits."

"Ye say true," she said. "Well, go, a-Mary's name, and may Heaven speed
you! Ye leave here a poor maid that loves you entirely, and another that
is most heartily your friend. Be wary, for their sakes, and make not
shipwreck of your safety."

"Ay," added Joanna, "go, Dick. Ye run no more peril, whether ye go or
stay. Go; ye take my heart with you; the saints defend you!"

Dick passed the first sentry with so assured a countenance that the
fellow merely fidgeted and stared; but at the second landing the man
carried his spear across and bade him name his business.

"_Pax vobiscum_," answered Dick. "I go to pray over the body of this
poor Rutter."

"Like enough," returned the sentry; "but to go alone is not permitted
you." He leaned over the oaken balusters and whistled shrill. "One
cometh!" he cried; and then motioned Dick to pass.

At the foot of the stair he found the guard afoot and awaiting his
arrival; and when he had once more repeated his story, the commander of
the post ordered four men to accompany him to the church.

"Let him not slip, my lads," he said. "Bring him to Sir Oliver, on your
lives!"

The door was then opened; one of the men took Dick by either arm,
another marched ahead with a link, and the fourth, with bent bow and the
arrow on the string, brought up the rear. In this order they proceeded
through the garden, under the thick darkness of the night and the
scattering snow, and drew near to the dimly-illuminated windows of the
abbey church.

At the western portal a picket of archers stood, taking what shelter
they could find in the hollow of the arched doorways, and all powdered
with the snow; and it was not until Dick's conductors had exchanged a
word with these, that they were suffered to pass forth and enter the
nave of the sacred edifice.

The church was doubtfully lighted by the tapers upon the great altar,
and by a lamp or two that swung from the arched roof before the private
chapels of illustrious families. In the midst of the choir the dead spy
lay, his limbs piously composed, upon a bier.

A hurried mutter of prayer sounded along the arches; cowled figures
knelt in the stalls of the choir; and on the steps of the high altar a
priest in pontifical vestments celebrated mass.

Upon this fresh entrance, one of the cowled figures arose, and, coming
down the steps which elevated the level of the choir above that of the
nave, demanded from the leader of the four men what business brought him
to the church. Out of respect for the service and the dead, they spoke
in guarded tones; but the echoes of that huge empty building caught up
their words, and hollowly repeated and repeated them along the aisles.

"A monk!" returned Sir Oliver (for he it was), when he had heard the
report of the archer. "My brother, I looked not for your coming," he
added, turning to young Shelton. "In all civility, who are ye? and at
whose instance do ye join your supplications to ours?"

Dick, keeping his cowl about his face, signed to Sir Oliver to move a
pace or two aside from the archers; and, so soon as the priest had done
so, "I cannot hope to deceive you, sir," he said. "My life is in your
hands."

Sir Oliver violently started; his stout cheeks grew pale, and for a
space he was silent.

"Richard," he said, "what brings you here, I know not; but I much
misdoubt it to be evil. Nevertheless, for the kindness that was, I would
not willingly deliver you to harm. Ye shall sit all night beside me in
the stalls: ye shall sit there till my Lord of Shoreby be married, and
the party gone safe home; and if all goeth well, and ye have planned no
evil, in the end ye shall go whither ye will. But if your purpose be
bloody, it shall return upon your head. Amen!"

And the priest devoutly crossed himself, and turned and louted to the
altar.

With that he spoke a few words more to the soldiers, and taking Dick by
the hand, led him up to the choir, and placed him in the stall beside
his own, where, for mere decency, the lad had instantly to kneel and
appear to be busy with his devotions.

His mind and his eyes, however, were continually wandering. Three of the
soldiers, he observed, instead of returning to the house, had got them
quietly into a point of vantage in the aisle; and he could not doubt
that they had done so by Sir Oliver's command. Here, then, he was
trapped. Here he must spend the night in the ghostly glimmer and shadow
of the church, and looking on the pale face of him he slew; and here, in
the morning, he must see his sweetheart married to another man before
his eyes.

But, for all that, he obtained a command upon his mind, and built
himself up in patience to await the issue.




CHAPTER IV

IN THE ABBEY CHURCH


In Shoreby Abbey Church the prayers were kept up all night without
cessation, now with the singing of psalms, now with a note or two upon
the bell.

Rutter, the spy, was nobly waked. There he lay, meanwhile, as they had
arranged him, his dead hands crossed upon his bosom, his dead eyes
staring on the roof; and hard by, in the stall, the lad who had slain
him waited, in sore disquietude, the coming of the morning.

Once only, in the course of the hours, Sir Oliver leaned across to his
captive.

"Richard," he whispered, "my son, if ye mean me evil, I will certify, on
my soul's welfare, ye design upon an innocent man. Sinful in the eye of
Heaven I do declare myself, but sinful as against you I am not, neither
have been ever."

"My father," returned Dick, in the same tone of voice, "trust me, I
design nothing; but as for your innocence, I may not forget that ye
cleared yourself but lamely."

"A man may be innocently guilty," replied the priest. "He may be set
blindfolded upon a mission, ignorant of its true scope. So it was with
me. I did decoy your father to his death; but as Heaven sees us in this
sacred place, I knew not what I did."

"It may be," returned Dick. "But see what a strange web ye have woven,
that I should be, at this hour, at once your prisoner and your judge;
that ye should both threaten my days and deprecate my anger. Methinks,
if ye had been all your life a true man and good priest, ye would
neither thus fear nor thus detest me. And now to your prayers. I do
obey you, since needs must; but I will not be burthened with your
company."

The priest uttered a sigh so heavy that it had almost touched the lad
into some sentiment of pity, and he bowed his head upon his hands like a
man borne down below a weight of care. He joined no longer in the
psalms; but Dick could hear the beads rattle through his fingers and the
prayers a-pattering between his teeth.

Yet a little, and the grey of the morning began to struggle through the
painted casements of the church, and to put to shame the glimmer of the
tapers. The light slowly broadened and brightened, and presently through
the south-eastern clerestories a flush of rosy sunlight flickered on the
walls. The storm was over; the great clouds had disburdened their snow
and fled farther on, and the new day was breaking on a merry winter
landscape sheathed in white.

A bustle of church officers followed; the bier was carried forth to the
dead-house, and the stains of blood were cleansed from off the tiles,
that no such ill-omened spectacle should disgrace the marriage of Lord
Shoreby. At the same time, the very ecclesiastics who had been so
dismally engaged all night began to put on morning faces, to do honour
to the merrier ceremony which was about to follow. And further to
announce the coming of the day, the pious of the town began to assemble
and fall to prayer before their favourite shrines, or wait their turn at
the confessionals.

Favoured by this stir, it was of course easily possible for any man to
avoid the vigilance of Sir Daniel's sentries at the door; and presently
Dick, looking about him wearily, caught the eye of no less a person than
Will Lawless, still in his monk's habit.

The outlaw, at the same moment, recognised his leader, and privily
signed to him with hand and eye.

Now, Dick was far from having forgiven the old rogue his most untimely
drunkenness, but he had no desire to involve him in his own predicament;
and he signalled back to him, as plain as he was able, to be gone.

Lawless, as though he had understood, disappeared at once behind a
pillar, and Dick breathed again.

What, then, was his dismay to feel himself plucked by the sleeve and to
find the old robber installed beside him, upon the next seat, and, to
all appearance, plunged in his devotions!

Instantly Sir Oliver arose from his place, and, gliding behind the
stalls, made for the soldiers in the aisle. If the priest's suspicions
had been so lightly wakened, the harm was already done, and Lawless a
prisoner in the church.

"Move not," whispered Dick. "We are in the plaguiest pass, thanks,
before all things, to thy swinishness of yester-even. When ye saw me
here, so strangely seated, where I have neither right nor interest, what
a murrain! could ye not smell harm and get ye gone from evil?"

"Nay," returned Lawless, "I thought ye had heard from Ellis, and were
here on duty."

"Ellis!" echoed Dick. "Is Ellis then returned?"

"For sure," replied the outlaw. "He came last night, and belted me sore
for being in wine--so there ye are avenged, my master. A furious man is
Ellis Duckworth! He hath ridden me hot-spur from Craven to prevent this
marriage; and, Master Dick, ye know the way of him--do so he will!"

"Nay, then," returned Dick, with composure, "you and I, my poor brother,
are dead men; for I sit here a prisoner upon suspicion, and my neck was
to answer for this very marriage that he purposeth to mar. I had a fair
choice, by the rood! to lose my sweetheart or else lose my life! Well,
the cast is thrown--it is to be my life."

"By the mass," cried Lawless, half arising, "I am gone!"

But Dick had his hand at once upon his shoulder.

"Friend Lawless, sit ye still," he said. "An ye have eyes, look yonder
at the corner by the chancel arch; see ye not that, even upon the motion
of your rising, yon armed men are up and ready to intercept you? Yield
ye, friend. Ye were bold aboard ship, when ye thought to die a
sea-death; be bold again, now that y' are to die presently upon the
gallows."

"Master Dick," gasped Lawless, "the thing hath come upon me somewhat of
the suddenest. But give me a moment till I fetch my breath again; and,
by the mass, I will be as stout-hearted as yourself."

"Here is my bold fellow!" returned Dick. "And yet, Lawless, it goes hard
against the grain with me to die; but where whining mendeth nothing,
wherefore whine?"

"Nay, that indeed!" chimed Lawless. "And a fig for death, at worst! It
has to be done, my master, soon or late. And hanging in a good quarrel
is an easy death, they say, though I could never hear of any that came
back to say so."

And so saying, the stout old rascal leaned back in his stall, folded his
arms, and began to look about him with the greatest air of insolence and
unconcern.

"And for the matter of that," Dick added, "it is yet our best chance to
keep quiet. We wot not yet what Duckworth purposes; and when all is
said, and if the worst befall, we may yet clear our feet of it."

Now that they ceased talking, they were aware of a very distant and thin
strain of mirthful music which steadily grew nearer, louder and merrier.
The bells in the tower began to break forth into a doubling peal, and a
greater and greater concourse of people to crowd into the church,
shuffling the snow from off their feet, and clapping and blowing in
their hands. The western door was flung wide open, showing a glimpse of
sunlit, snowy street, and admitting in a great gust the shrewd air of
the morning; and in short, it became plain by every sign, that Lord
Shoreby desired to be married very early in the day, and that the
wedding-train was drawing near.

Some of Lord Shoreby's men now cleared a passage down the middle aisle,
forcing the people back with lance-stocks; and just then, outside the
portal, the secular musicians could be descried drawing near over the
frozen snow, the fifers and trumpeters scarlet in the face with lusty
blowing, the drummers and the cymbalists beating as for a wager. These
as they drew near the door of the sacred building, filed off on either
side, and marking time to their own vigorous music, stood stamping in
the snow. As they thus opened their ranks, the leaders of this noble
bridal train appeared behind and between them; and such was the variety
and gaiety of their attire, such the display of silks and velvet, fur
and satin, embroidery and lace, that the procession showed forth upon
the snow like a flower-bed in a path or a painted window in a wall.

First came the bride, a sorry sight, as pale as winter, clinging to Sir
Daniel's arm, and attended, as bridesmaid, by the short young lady who
had befriended Dick the night before. Close behind, in the most radiant
toilet, followed the bridegroom, halting on a gouty foot, and as he
passed the threshold of the sacred building, and doffed his hat, his
bald head was seen to be rosy with emotion.

And now came the hour of Ellis Duckworth.

Dick, who sat stunned among contrary emotions, grasping the desk in
front of him, beheld a movement in the crowd, people jostling backward,
and eyes and arms uplifted. Following these signs, he beheld three or
four men with bent bows, leaning from the clerestory gallery. At the
same instant they delivered their discharge, and before the clamour and
cries of the astounded populace had time to swell fully upon the ear,
they had flitted from their perch and disappeared.

The nave was full of swaying heads and voices screaming; the
ecclesiastics thronged in terror from their places; the music ceased,
and though the bells overhead continued for some seconds to clang upon
the air, some wind of the disaster seemed to find its way at last even
to the chamber where the ringers were leaping on their ropes, and they
also desisted from their merry labours.

Right in the midst of the nave the bridegroom lay stone-dead, pierced by
two black arrows. The bride had fainted. Sir Daniel stood, towering
above the crowd in his surprise and anger, a clothyard shaft quivering
in his left forearm, and his face streaming blood from another which had
grazed his brow.

Long before any search could be made for them, the authors of this
tragic interruption had clattered down a turnpike stair and decamped by
a postern door.

But Dick and Lawless still remained in pawn; they had indeed arisen on
the first alarm, and pushed manfully to gain the door; but what with the
narrowness of the stalls, and the crowding of terrified priests and
choristers, the attempt had been in vain, and they had stoically resumed
their places.

And now, pale with horror, Sir Oliver rose to his feet and called upon
Sir Daniel, pointing with one hand to Dick.

"Here," he cried, "is Richard Shelton--alas the hour!--blood guilty!
Seize him!--bid him be seized! For all our lives' sakes, take him and
bind him surely! He hath sworn our fall."

Sir Daniel was blinded by anger--blinded by the hot blood that still
streamed across his face.

"Where?" he bellowed. "Hale him forth! By the cross of Holywood, but he
shall rue this hour."

The crowd fell back, and a party of archers invaded the choir, laid
rough hands on Dick, dragged him headforemost from the stall, and thrust
him by the shoulders down the chancel steps. Lawless, on his part, sat
as still as a mouse.

Sir Daniel, brushing the blood out of his eyes, stared blinkingly upon
his captive.

"Ay," he said, "treacherous and insolent, I have thee fast; and by all
potent oaths, for every drop of blood that now trickles in mine eyes I
will wring a groan out of thy carcass. Away with him!" he added. "Here
is no place! Off with him to my house.--I will number every joint of thy
body with a torture."

But Dick, putting off his captors, uplifted his voice.

"Sanctuary!" he shouted. "Sanctuary! Ho, there, my fathers! They would
drag me from the church!"

"From the church thou hast defiled with murder, boy," added a tall man,
magnificently dressed.

"On what probation?" cried Dick. "They do accuse me, indeed, of some
complicity, but have not proved one tittle. I was, in truth, a suitor
for this damsel's hand; and she, I will be bold to say it, repaid my
suit with favour. But what then? To love a maid is no offence, I
trow--nay, nor to gain her love. In all else I stand here free from
guiltiness."

There was a murmur of approval among the bystanders, so boldly Dick
declared his innocence; but at the same time a throng of accusers arose
upon the other side, crying how he had been found last night in Sir
Daniel's house, how he wore a sacrilegious disguise; and in the midst of
the babel, Sir Oliver indicated Lawless, both by voice and gesture, as
accomplice to the fact. He, in his turn, was dragged from his seat and
set beside his leader. The feelings of the crowd rose high on either
side, and while some dragged the prisoners to and fro to favour their
escape, others cursed and struck them with their fists. Dick's ears rang
and his brain swam dizzily, like a man struggling in the eddies of a
furious river.

But the tall man, who had already answered Dick, by a prodigious
exercise of voice restored silence and order in the mob.

"Search them," he said, "for arms. We may so judge of their intentions."

Upon Dick they found no weapon but his poniard, and this told in his
favour, until one man officiously drew it from its sheath, and found it
still uncleansed of the blood of Rutter. At this there was a great shout
among Sir Daniel's followers, which the tall man suppressed by a gesture
and an imperious glance. But when it came to the turn of Lawless, there
was found under his gown a sheaf of arrows identical with those that had
been shot.

"How say ye now?" asked the tall man, frowningly, of Dick.

"Sir," replied Dick, "I am here in sanctuary, is it not so? Well, sir, I
see by your bearing that ye are high in station, and I read in your
countenance the marks of piety and justice. To you, then, I will yield
me prisoner, and that blithely, foregoing the advantage of this holy
place. But rather than to be yielded into the discretion of that
man--whom I do here accuse with a loud voice to be the murderer of my
natural father and the unjust detainer of my lands and revenues--rather
than that, I would beseech you, under favour, with your own gentle hand,
to despatch me on the spot. Your own ears have heard him, how before
that I was proven guilty he did threaten me with torments. It standeth
not with your own honour to deliver me to my sworn enemy and old
oppressor, but to try me fairly by the way of law, and, if that I be
guilty indeed, to slay me mercifully."

"My lord," cried Sir Daniel, "ye will not hearken to this wolf? His
bloody dagger reeks him the lie into his face."

"Nay, but suffer me, good knight," returned the tall stranger; "your own
vehemence doth somewhat tell against yourself."

And here the bride, who had come to herself some minutes past, and
looked wildly on upon this scene, broke loose from those that held her,
and fell upon her knees before the last speaker.

"My Lord of Risingham," she cried, "hear me, in justice. I am here in
this man's custody by mere force, reft from mine own people. Since that
day I had never pity, countenance, nor comfort from the face of man--but
from him only--Richard Shelton--whom they now accuse and labour to undo.
My lord, if he was yesternight in Sir Daniel's mansion, it was I that
brought him there; he came but at my prayer, and thought to do no hurt.
While yet Sir Daniel was a good lord to him he fought with them of the
Black Arrow loyally; but when his foul guardian sought his life by
practices, and he fled by night, for his soul's sake, out of that bloody
house, whither was he to turn--he, helpless and penniless? Or if he be
fallen among ill company, whom should ye blame--the lad that was
unjustly handled, or the guardian that did abuse his trust?"

And then the short young lady fell on her knees by Joanna's side.

"And I, my good lord and natural uncle," she added, "I can bear
testimony, on my conscience and before the face of all, that what this
maiden saith is true. It was I, unworthy, that did lead the young man
in."

Earl Risingham had heard in silence, and when the voices ceased he still
stood silent for a space. Then he gave Joanna his hand to arise, though
it was to be observed that he did not offer the like courtesy to her who
had called herself his niece.

"Sir Daniel," he said, "here is a right intricate affair, the which,
with your good leave, it shall be mine to examine and adjust. Content
ye, then; your business is in careful hands; justice shall be done you;
and in the meanwhile, get ye incontinently home, and have your hurts
attended. The air is shrewd, and I would not ye took cold upon these
scratches."

He made a sign with his hand; it was passed down the nave by obsequious
servants, who waited there upon his smallest gesture. Instantly, without
the church, a tucket sounded shrill, and through the open portal archers
and men-at-arms, uniformly arrayed in the colours and wearing the badge
of Lord Risingham, began to file into the church, took Dick and Lawless
from those who still detained them, and, closing their files about the
prisoners, marched forth again and disappeared.

As they were passing Joanna held both her hands to Dick and cried him
her farewell; and the bridesmaid, nothing downcast by her uncle's
evident displeasure, blew him a kiss, with a "Keep your heart up,
lion-driver!" that for the first time since the accident called up a
smile to the faces of the crowd.




CHAPTER V

EARL RISINGHAM


Earl Risingham, although by far the most important person then in
Shoreby, was poorly lodged in the house of a private gentleman upon the
extreme outskirts of the town. Nothing but the armed men at the doors,
and the mounted messengers that kept arriving and departing, announced
the temporary residence of a great lord.

Thus it was that, from lack of space, Dick and Lawless were clapped into
the same apartment.

"Well spoken, Master Richard," said the outlaw; "it was excellently well
spoken, and, for my part, I thank you cordially. Here we are in good
hands; we shall be justly tried, and some time this evening decently
hanged on the same tree."

"Indeed, my poor friend, I do believe it," answered Dick.

"Yet have we a string to our bow," returned Lawless. "Ellis Duckworth is
a man out of ten thousand; he holdeth you right near his heart, both for
your own and for your father's sake; and, knowing you guiltless of this
fact, he will stir earth and heaven to bear you clear."

"It may not be," said Dick. "What can he do? He hath but a handful.
Alack, if it were but to-morrow--could I but keep a certain tryst an
hour before noon to-morrow--all were, I think, otherwise. But now there
is no help."

"Well," concluded Lawless, "an ye will stand to it for my innocence, I
will stand to it for yours, and that stoutly. It shall naught avail us;
but an I be to hang, it shall not be for lack of swearing."

And then, while Dick gave himself over to his reflections, the old rogue
curled himself down into a corner, pulled his monkish hood about his
face, and composed himself to sleep. Soon he was loudly snoring, so
utterly had his long life of hardship and adventure blunted the sense of
apprehension.

It was long after noon, and the day was already failing, before the door
was opened and Dick taken forth and led upstairs to where, in a warm
cabinet, Earl Risingham sat musing over the fire.

On his captive's entrance he looked up.

"Sir," he said, "I knew your father, who was a man of honour, and this
inclineth me to be the more lenient; but I may not hide from you that
heavy charges lie against your character. Ye do consort with murderers
and robbers; upon a clear probation ye have carried war against the
king's peace; ye are suspected to have piratically seized upon a ship;
ye are found skulking with a counterfeit presentment in your enemy's
house; a man is slain that very evening----"

"An it like you, my lord," Dick interposed, "I will at once avow my
guilt, such as it is. I slew this fellow Rutter; and to the
proof"--searching in his bosom--"here is a letter from his wallet."

Lord Risingham took the letter, and opened and read it twice.

"Ye have read this?" he inquired.

"I have read it," answered Dick.

"Are you for York or Lancaster?" the earl demanded.

"My lord, it was but a little while back that I was asked that question,
and knew not how to answer it," said Dick; "but, having answered once, I
will not vary. My lord, I am for York."

The earl nodded approvingly.

"Honestly replied," he said. "But wherefore, then, deliver me this
letter?"

"Nay, but against traitors, my lord, are not all sides arrayed?" cried
Dick.

"I would they were, young gentleman," returned the earl; "and I do at
least approve your saying. There is more youth than guile in you, I do
perceive; and were not Sir Daniel a mighty man upon our side, I were
half tempted to espouse your quarrel. For I have inquired, and it
appears that you have been hardly dealt with, and have much excuse. But
look ye, sir, I am, before all else, a leader in the queen's interest;
and though by nature a just man, as I believe, and leaning even to the
excess of mercy, yet must I order my goings for my party's interest,
and, to keep Sir Daniel, I would go far about."

"My lord," returned Dick, "ye will think me very bold to counsel you:
but do ye count upon Sir Daniel's faith? Methought he had changed sides
intolerably often."

"Nay, it is the way of England. What would ye have?" the earl demanded.
"But ye are unjust to the knight of Tunstall; and as faith goes, in this
unfaithful generation, he hath of late been honourably true to us of
Lancaster. Even in our last reverses he stood firm."

"An it please you, then," said Dick, "to cast your eye upon this letter,
ye might somewhat change your thought of him," and he handed to the earl
Sir Daniel's letter to Lord Wensleydale.

The effect upon the earl's countenance was instant; he lowered like an
angry lion, and his hand, with a sudden movement, clutched at his
dagger.

"Ye have read this also?" he asked.

"Even so," said Dick. "It is your lordship's own estate he offers to
Lord Wensleydale."

"It is my own estate, even as ye say!" returned the earl. "I am your
bedesman for this letter. It hath shown me a fox's hole. Command me,
Master Shelton; I will not be backward in gratitude, and to begin with,
York or Lancaster, true man or thief, I do now set you at freedom. Go,
a-Mary's name! But judge it right that I retain and hang your fellow
Lawless. The crime hath been most open, and it were fitting that some
open punishment should follow."

"My lord, I make it my first suit to you to spare him also," pleaded
Dick.

"It is an old condemned rogue, thief, and vagabond, Master Shelton,"
said the earl. "He hath been gallows-ripe this score of years. And,
whether for one thing or another, whether to-morrow or the day after,
where is the great choice?"

"Yet, my lord, it was through love to me that he came hither," answered
Dick, "and I were churlish and thankless to desert him."

"Master Shelton, ye are troublesome," replied the earl severely. "It is
an evil way to prosper in this world. Howbeit, and to be quit of your
importunity, I will once more humour you. Go then, together; but go
warily, and get swiftly out of Shoreby town. For this Sir Daniel (whom
may the saints confound!) thirsteth most greedily to have your blood."

"My lord, I do now offer you in words my gratitude, trusting at some
brief date to pay you some of it in service," replied Dick, as he turned
from the apartment.




CHAPTER VI

ARBLASTER AGAIN


When Dick and Lawless were suffered to steal, by a back way, out of the
house where Lord Risingham held his garrison, the evening had already
come.

They paused in shelter of the garden wall to consult on their best
course. The danger was extreme. If one of Sir Daniel's men caught sight
of them and raised the view-hallo, they would be run down and butchered
instantly. And not only was the town of Shoreby a mere net of peril for
their lives, but to make for the open country was to run the risk of the
patrols.

A little way off, upon some open ground, they spied a windmill standing;
and, hard by that, a very large granary with open doors.

"How if we lay there until the night fall?" Dick proposed.

And Lawless having no better suggestion to offer, they made a straight
push for the granary at a run, and concealed themselves behind the door
among some straw. The daylight rapidly departed; and presently the moon
was silvering the frozen snow. Now or never was their opportunity to
gain the "Goat and Bagpipes" unobserved and change their tell-tale
garments. Yet even then it was advisable to go round by the outskirts,
and not run the gauntlet of the market-place, where, in the concourse of
people, they stood the more imminent peril to be recognised and slain.

This course was a long one. It took them not far from the house by the
beach, now lying dark and silent, and brought them forth at last by the
margin of the harbour. Many of the ships, as they could see by the clear
moonshine, had weighed anchor, and, profiting by the calm sky,
proceeded for more distant parts; answerably to this, the rude alehouses
along the beach (although, in defiance of the curfew law, they still
shone with fire and candle) were no longer thronged with customers, and
no longer echoed to the chorus of sea-songs.

Hastily, half-running, with their monkish raiment kilted to the knee,
they plunged through the deep snow and threaded the labyrinth of marine
lumber; and they were already more than half-way round the harbour when,
as they were passing close before an alehouse, the door suddenly opened
and let out a gush of light upon their fleeting figures.

Instantly they stopped, and made believe to be engaged in earnest
conversation.

Three men, one after another, came out of the alehouse, and the last
closed the door behind him. All three were unsteady upon their feet, as
if they had passed the day in deep potations, and they now stood
wavering in the moon-light, like men who knew not what they would be
after. The tallest of the three was talking in a loud, lamentable voice.

"Seven pieces of as good Gascony as ever a tapster broached," he was
saying, "the best ship out o' the port o' Dartmouth, a Virgin Mary
parcel-gilt, thirteen pounds of good gold money----"

"I have bad losses too," interrupted one of the others. "I have had
losses of mine own, gossip Arblaster. I was robbed at Martinmas of five
shillings and a leather wallet well worth ninepence farthing."

Dick's heart smote him at what he heard. Until that moment he had not
perhaps thought twice of the poor skipper who had been ruined by the
loss of the _Good Hope_; so careless, in those days, were men who wore
arms of the goods and interests of their inferiors. But this sudden
encounter reminded him sharply of the high-handed manner and ill-ending
of his enterprise; and both he and Lawless turned their heads the other
way, to avoid the chance of recognition.

The ship's dog had, however, made his escape from the wreck and found
his way back again to Shoreby. He was now at Arblaster's heels, and,
suddenly sniffing and pricking his ears, he darted forward and began to
bark furiously at the two sham friars.

His master unsteadily followed him.

"Hey, shipmates!" he cried. "Have ye ever a penny piece for a poor old
shipman, clean destroyed by pirates? I am a man that would have paid for
you both o' Thursday morning; and now here I be o' Saturday night,
begging for a flagon of ale! Ask my man Tom, if ye misdoubt me. Seven
pieces of good Gascon wine, a ship that was mine own, and was my
father's before me, a Blessed Mary of plane-tree wood and parcel-gilt,
and thirteen pounds in gold and silver. Hey! what say ye? A man that
fought the French too; for I have fought the French; I have cut more
French throats upon the high seas than ever a man that sails out of
Dartmouth. Come, a penny piece."

Neither Dick nor Lawless durst answer him a word, lest he should
recognise their voices; and they stood there as helpless as a ship
ashore, not knowing where to turn nor what to hope.

"Are ye dumb, boy?" inquired the skipper.--"Mates," he added, with a
hiccup, "they be dumb. I like not this manner of discourtesy; for an a
man be dumb, so be as he's courteous, he will still speak when he was
spoken to, methinks."

By this time the sailor, Tom, who was a man of great personal strength,
seemed to have conceived some suspicion of these two speechless figures;
and, being soberer than his captain, stepped suddenly before him, took
Lawless roughly by the shoulder, and asked him, with an oath, what ailed
him that he held his tongue. To this the outlaw, thinking all was over,
made answer by a wrestling feint that stretched the sailor on the sand,
and, calling upon Dick to follow him, took to his heels among the
lumber.

The affair passed in a second. Before Dick could run at all, Arblaster
had him in his arms; Tom, crawling on his face, had caught him by one
foot, and the third man had a drawn cutlass brandishing above his head.

It was not so much the danger, it was not so much the annoyance that now
bowed down the spirits of young Shelton; it was the profound humiliation
to have escaped Sir Daniel, convinced Lord Risingham, and now fall
helpless into the hands of this old drunken sailor; and not merely
helpless, but, as his conscience loudly told him when it was too late,
actually guilty--actually the bankrupt debtor of the man whose ship he
had stolen and lost.

"Bring me him back into the alehouse, till I see his face," said
Arblaster.

"Nay, nay," returned Tom; "but let us first unload his wallet, lest the
other lads cry share."

But though he was searched from head to foot not a penny was found upon
him; nothing but Lord Foxham's signet, which they plucked savagely from
his finger.

"Turn me him to the moon," said the skipper; and taking Dick by the
chin, he cruelly jerked his head into the air. "Blessed Virgin!" he
cried, "it is the pirate."

"Hey!" cried Tom.

"By the Virgin of Bordeaux, it is the man himself!" repeated
Arblaster.--"What, sea-thief, do I hold you?" he cried. "Where is my
ship? Where is my wine? Hey! have I you in my hands?--Tom, give me one
end of a cord here; I will so truss me this sea-thief, hand and foot
together, like a basting turkey--marry, I will so bind him up--and
thereafter I will so beat--so beat him!"

And so he ran on, winding the cord meanwhile about Dick's limbs with the
dexterity peculiar to seamen, and at every turn and cross securing it
with a knot, and tightening the whole fabric with a savage pull.

When he had done, the lad was a mere package in his hands--as helpless
as the dead. The skipper held him at arm's-length, and laughed aloud.
Then he fetched him a stunning buffet on the ear; and then turned him
about, and furiously kicked and kicked him. Anger rose up in Dick's
bosom like a storm; anger strangled him, and he thought to have died;
but when the sailor, tired of this cruel play, dropped him all his
length upon the sand and turned to consult with his companions, he
instantly regained command of his temper. Here was a momentary respite;
ere they began again to torture him, he might have found some method to
escape from this degrading and fatal misadventure.

Presently, sure enough, and while his captors were still discussing what
to do with him, he took heart of grace, and, with a pretty steady voice,
addressed them.

"My masters," he began, "are ye gone clean foolish? Here hath Heaven put
into your hands as pretty an occasion to grow rich as ever shipman
had--such as ye might make thirty over-sea adventures and not find
again--and, by the mass! what do ye? Beat me?--nay; so would an angry
child! But for long-headed tarry-Johns, that fear not fire nor water,
and that love gold as they love beef, methinks ye are not wise."

"Ay," said Tom, "now y' are trussed ye would cozen us."

"Cozen you!" repeated Dick. "Nay, if ye be fools, it would be easy. But
if ye be shrewd fellows, as I trow ye are, ye can see plainly where your
interest lies. When I took your ship from you, we were many, we were
well clad and armed; but now, bethink you a little, who mustered that
array? One incontestably that hath made much gold. And if he, being
already rich, continueth to hunt after more even in the face of
storms--bethink you once more--shall there not be a treasure somewhere
hidden?"

"What meaneth he?" asked one of the men.

"Why, if ye have lost an old skiff and a few jugs of vinegary wine,"
continued Dick, "forget them, for the trash they are; and do ye rather
buckle to an adventure worth the name, that shall, in twelve hours, make
or mar you for ever. But take me up from where I lie, and let us go
somewhere near at hand and talk across a flagon, for I am sore and
frozen, and my mouth is half among the snow."

"He seeks but to cozen us," said Tom contemptuously.

"Cozen! cozen!" cried the third man. "I would I could see the man that
could cozen me! He were a cozener indeed! Nay, I was not born yesterday.
I can see a church when it hath a steeple on it; and for my part, gossip
Arblaster, methinks there is some sense in this young man. Shall we go
hear him, indeed? Say, shall we go hear him?"

"I would look gladly on a pottle of strong ale, good Master Pirret,"
returned Arblaster.--"How say ye, Tom? But then the wallet is empty."

"I will pay," said the other--"I will pay. I would fain see this matter
out; I do believe, upon my conscience, there is gold in it."

"Nay, if ye get again to drinking, all is lost!" cried Tom.

"Gossip Arblaster, ye suffer your fellow to have too much liberty,"
returned Master Pirret. "Would ye be led by a hired man? Fy, fy!"

"Peace, fellow!" said Arblaster, addressing Tom. "Will ye put your oar
in? Truly a fine pass, when the crew is to correct the skipper!"

"Well, then, go your way," said Tom; "I wash my hands of you."

"Set him, then, upon his feet," said Master Pirret. "I know a privy
place where we may drink and discourse."

"If I am to walk, my friends, ye must set my feet at liberty," said
Dick, when he had been once more planted upright like a post.

"He saith true," laughed Pirret. "Truly, he could not walk accoutred as
he is. Give it a slit--out with your knife and slit it, gossip."

Even Arblaster paused at this proposal; but as his companion continued
to insist, and Dick had the sense to keep the merest wooden indifference
of expression, and only shrugged his shoulders over the delay, the
skipper consented at last, and cut the cords which tied his prisoner's
feet and legs. Not only did this enable Dick to walk; but, the whole
network of his bonds being proportionately loosened, he felt the arm
behind his back begin to move more freely, and could hope, with time and
trouble, to entirely disengage it. So much he owed already to the owlish
silliness and greed of Master Pirret.

That worthy now assumed the lead, and conducted them to the very same
rude alehouse where Lawless had taken Arblaster on the day of the gale.
It was now quite deserted; the fire was a pile of red embers, radiating
the most ardent heat; and when they had chosen their places, and the
landlord had set before them a measure of mulled ale, both Pirret and
Arblaster stretched forth their legs and squared their elbows like men
bent upon a pleasant hour.

The table at which they sat, like all the others in the alehouse,
consisted of a heavy, square board, set on a pair of barrels; and each
of the four curiously assorted cronies sat at one side of the square,
Pirret facing Arblaster, and Dick opposite to the common sailor.

"And now, young man," said Pirret, "to your tale. It doth appear,
indeed, that ye have somewhat abused our gossip Arblaster; but what
then? Make it up to him--show him but this chance to become wealthy--and
I will go pledge he will forgive you."

So far Dick had spoken pretty much at random; but it was now necessary,
under the supervision of six eyes, to invent and tell some marvellous
story, and, if it were possible, get back into his hands the
all-important signet. To squander time was the first necessity. The
longer his stay lasted, the more would his captors drink, and the surer
should he be when he attempted his escape.

Well, Dick was not much of an inventor, and what he told was pretty much
the tale of Ali Baba, with Shoreby and Tunstall Forest substituted for
the East, and the treasures of the cavern rather exaggerated than
diminished. As the reader is aware, it is an excellent story, and has
but one drawback--that it is not true; and so, as these three simple
shipmen now heard it for the first time, their eyes stood out of their
faces, and their mouths gaped like codfish at a fishmonger's.

Pretty soon a second measure of mulled ale was called for; and while
Dick was still artfully spinning out the incidents a third followed the
second.

Here was the position of the parties towards the end:

Arblaster, three-parts drunk and one-half asleep, hung helpless on his
stool. Even Tom had been much delighted with the tale, and his vigilance
had abated in proportion. Meanwhile Dick had gradually wormed his right
arm clear of its bonds, and was ready to risk all.

"And so," said Pirret, "y' are one of these?"

"I was made so," replied Dick, "against my will; but an I could but get
a sack or two of gold coin to my share, I should be a fool indeed to
continue dwelling in a filthy cave, and standing shot and buffet like a
soldier. Here be we four; good! Let us, then, go forth into the forest
to-morrow ere the sun be up. Could we come honestly by a donkey, it were
better; but an we cannot, we have our four strong backs, and I warrant
me we shall come home staggering."

Pirret licked his lips.

"And this magic," he said--"this password, whereby the cave is
opened--how call ye it, friend?"

"Nay, none know the word but the three chiefs," returned Dick; "but here
is your great good fortune, that, on this very evening, I should be the
bearer of a spell to open it. It is a thing not trusted twice a year
beyond the captain's wallet."

"A spell!" said Arblaster, half awakening, and squinting upon Dick with
one eye. "Aroint thee! no spells! I be a good Christian. Ask my man,
Tom, else."

"Nay, but this is white magic," said Dick. "It doth naught with the
devil; only the powers of numbers, herbs, and planets."

"Ay, ay," said Pirret; "'tis but white magic, gossip. There is no sin
therein, I do assure you. But proceed, good youth. This spell--in what
should it consist?"

"Nay, that I will incontinently show you," answered Dick. "Have ye
there the ring ye took from my finger? Good! Now hold it forth before
you by the extreme finger-ends, at the arm's length, and over against
the shining of these embers. 'Tis so exactly. Thus, then, is the spell."

With a haggard glance, Dick saw the coast was clear between him and the
door. He put up an internal prayer. Then, whipping forth his arm, he
made but one snatch of the ring, and at the same instant, levering up
the table, he sent it bodily over upon the seaman Tom. He, poor soul,
went down bawling under the ruins; and before Arblaster understood that
anything was wrong, or Pirret could collect his dazzled wits, Dick had
run to the door and escaped into the moonlit night.

The moon, which now rode in the mid-heavens, and the extreme whiteness
of the snow, made the open ground about the harbour bright as day; and
young Shelton leaping, with kilted robe, among the lumber, was a
conspicuous figure from afar.

Tom and Pirret followed him with shouts; from every drinking-shop they
were joined by others whom their cries aroused; and presently a whole
fleet of sailors was in full pursuit. But Jack ashore was a bad runner,
even in the fifteenth century, and Dick, besides, had a start, which he
rapidly improved, until, as he drew near the entrance of a narrow lane,
he even paused and looked laughingly behind him.

Upon the white floor of snow all the shipmen of Shoreby came clustering
in an inky mass, and tailing out rearward in isolated clumps. Every man
was shouting or screaming; every man was gesticulating with both arms in
air; some one was continually falling; and to complete the picture, when
one fell, a dozen would fall upon the top of him.

The confused mass of sound which they rolled up as high as to the moon
was partly comical and partly terrifying to the fugitive whom they were
hunting. In itself, it was impotent, for he made sure no seaman in the
port could run him down. But the mere volume of noise, in so far as it
must awake all the sleepers in Shoreby, and bring all the skulking
sentries to the street, did really threaten him with danger in the
front. So, spying a dark doorway at a corner, he whipped briskly into
it, and let the uncouth hunt go by him, still shouting and
gesticulating, and all red with hurry, and white with tumbles in the
snow.

It was a long while, indeed, before this great invasion of the town by
the harbour came to an end, and it was long before silence was restored.
For long, lost sailors were still to be heard pounding and shouting
through the streets in all directions and in every quarter of the town.
Quarrels followed, sometimes among themselves, sometimes with the men of
the patrols; knives were drawn, blows given and received, and more than
one dead body remained behind upon the snow.

When, a full hour later, the last seaman returned grumblingly to the
harbour side and his particular tavern, it may fairly be questioned if
he had ever known what manner of man he was pursuing, but it was
absolutely sure that he had now forgotten. By next morning there were
many strange stories flying; and a little while after, the legend of the
devil's nocturnal visit was an article of faith with all the lads of
Shoreby.

But the return of the last seaman did not, even yet, set free young
Shelton from his cold imprisonment in the doorway.

For some time after, there was a great activity of patrols; and special
parties came forth to make the round of the place and report to one or
other of the great lords, whose slumbers had been thus unusually broken.

The night was already well spent before Dick ventured from his
hiding-place, and came, safe and sound, but aching with cold and
bruises, to the door of the "Goat and Bagpipes." As the law required,
there was neither fire nor candle in the house; but he groped his way
into a corner of the icy guest-room, found an end of a blanket, which he
hitched around his shoulders, and creeping close to the nearest sleeper,
was soon lost in slumber.




BOOK V

CROOKBACK




CHAPTER I

THE SHRILL TRUMPET


Very early the next morning, before the first peep of the day, Dick
arose, changed his garments, armed himself once more like a gentleman,
and set forth for Lawless's den in the forest. There, it will be
remembered, he had left Lord Foxham's papers; and to get these and be
back in time for the tryst with the young Duke of Gloucester could only
be managed by an early start, and the most vigorous walking.

The frost was more rigorous than ever; the air windless and dry, and
stinging to the nostril. The moon had gone down, but the stars were
still bright and numerous, and the reflection from the snow was clear
and cheerful. There was no need for a lamp to walk by; nor, in that
still but ringing air, the least temptation to delay.

Dick had crossed the greater part of the open ground between Shoreby and
the forest, and had reached the bottom of the little hill, some hundred
yards below the Cross of St. Bride, when, through the stillness of the
black morn, there rang forth the note of a trumpet, so shrill, clear,
and piercing, that he thought he had never heard the match of it for
audibility. It was blown once, and then hurriedly a second time; and
then the clash of steel succeeded.

At this young Shelton pricked his ears, and drawing his sword, ran
forward up the hill.

Presently he came in sight of the cross, and was aware of a most fierce
encounter raging on the road before it. There were seven or eight
assailants, and but one to keep head against them; but so active and
dexterous was this one, so desperately did he charge and scatter his
opponents, so deftly keep his footing on the ice, that already, before
Dick could intervene, he had slain one, wounded another, and kept the
whole in check.

Still, it was by a miracle that he continued his defence, and at any
moment, any accident, the least slip of foot or error of hand, his life
would be a forfeit.

"Hold ye well, sir! Here is help!" cried Richard; and forgetting that he
was alone, and that the cry was somewhat irregular, "To the Arrow! to
the Arrow!" he shouted, as he fell upon the rear of the assailants.

These were stout fellows also, for they gave not an inch at this
surprise, but faced about, and fell with astonishing fury upon Dick.
Four against one, the steel flashed about him in the starlight; the
sparks flew fiercely; one of the men opposed to him fell--in the stir of
the fight he hardly knew why; then he himself was struck across the
head, and though the steel cap below his hood protected him, the blow
beat him down upon one knee, with a brain whirling like a windmill-sail.

Meanwhile the man whom he had come to rescue, instead of joining in the
conflict, had, on the first sign of intervention, leaped aback and blown
again, and yet more urgently and loudly, on that same shrill-voiced
trumpet that began the alarm. Next moment, indeed, his foes were on him,
and he was once more charging and fleeing, leaping, stabbing, dropping
to his knee, and using indifferently sword and dagger, foot and hand,
with the same unshaken courage and feverish energy and speed.

But that ear-piercing summons had been heard at last. There was a
muffled rushing in the snow; and in a good hour for Dick, who saw the
sword-points glitter already at his throat, there poured forth out of
the wood upon both sides a disorderly torrent of mounted men-at-arms,
each cased in iron, and with visor lowered, each bearing his lance in
rest, or his sword bared and raised, and each carrying, so to speak, a
passenger, in the shape of an archer or page, who leaped one after
another from their perches, and had presently doubled the array.

The original assailants, seeing themselves outnumbered and surrounded,
threw down their arms without a word.

"Seize me these fellows!" said the hero of the trumpet; and when his
order had been obeyed, he drew near to Dick and looked him in the face.

Dick, returning this scrutiny, was surprised to find in one who had
displayed such strength, skill, and energy, a lad no older than
himself--slightly deformed, with one shoulder higher than the other, and
of a pale, painful, and distorted countenance.[2] The eyes, however,
were very clear and bold.

"Sir," said this lad, "ye came in good time for me, and none too early."

"My lord," returned Dick, with a faint sense that he was in the presence
of a great personage, "ye are yourself so marvellous a good swordsman
that I believe ye had managed them single-handed. Howbeit, it was
certainly well for me that your men delayed no longer than they did."

"How knew ye who I was?" demanded the stranger.

"Even now, my lord," Dick answered, "I am ignorant of whom I speak
with."

"Is it so?" asked the other. "And yet ye threw yourself head first into
this unequal battle."

"I saw one man valiantly contending against many," replied Dick, "and I
had thought myself dishonoured not to bear him aid."

A singular sneer played about the young nobleman's mouth as he made
answer:

"These are very brave words. But to the more essential--are ye Lancaster
or York?"

"My lord, I make no secret; I am clear for York," Dick answered.

"By the mass!" replied the other, "it is well for you."

And so saying, he turned towards one of his followers.

"Let me see," he continued, in the same sneering and cruel tones--"let
me see a clean end of these brave gentlemen. Truss me them up."

There were but five survivors of the attacking party. Archers seized
them by the arms; they were hurried to the borders of the wood, and each
placed below a tree of suitable dimensions; the rope was adjusted; an
archer, carrying the end of it, hastily clambered overhead, and before a
minute was over, and without a word passing upon either hand, the five
men were swinging by the neck.

"And now," cried the deformed leader, "back to your posts, and when I
summon you next, be readier to attend."

"My lord duke," said one man, "beseech you, tarry not here alone. Keep
but a handful of lances at your hand."

"Fellow," said the duke, "I have forborne to chide you for your
slowness. Cross me not, therefore. I trust my hand and arm, for all that
I be crooked. Ye were backward when the trumpet sounded: and ye are now
too forward with your counsels. But it is ever so; last with the lance
and first with the tongue. Let it be reversed."

And with a gesture that was not without a sort of dangerous nobility, he
waved them off.

The footmen climbed again to their seats behind the men-at-arms, and the
whole party moved slowly away and disappeared in twenty different
directions, under the cover of the forest.

The day was by this time beginning to break, and the stars to fade. The
first grey glimmer of dawn shone upon the countenances of the two young
men, who now turned once more to face each other.

"Here," said the duke, "ye have seen my vengeance, which is, like my
blade, both sharp and ready. But I would not have you, for all
Christendom, suppose me thankless. You that came to my aid with a good
sword and a better courage--unless that ye recoil from my
mis-shapeness--come to my heart."

And so saying, the young leader held out his arms for an embrace.

In the bottom of his heart Dick already entertained a great terror and
some hatred for the man whom he had rescued; but the invitation was so
worded that it would not have been merely discourteous, but cruel, to
refuse or hesitate, and he hastened to comply.

"And now, my lord duke," he said, when he had regained his freedom, "do
I suppose aright? Are ye my Lord Duke of Gloucester?"

"I am Richard of Gloucester," returned the other. "And you--how call
they you?"

Dick told him his name, and presented Lord Foxham's signet, which the
duke immediately recognised.

"Ye come too soon," he said; "but why should I complain? Ye are like me,
that was here at watch two hours before the day. But this is the first
sally of mine arms; upon this adventure, Master Shelton, shall I make or
mar the quality of my renown. There lie mine enemies, under two old,
skilled captains, Risingham and Brackley, well posted for strength, I do
believe, but yet upon two sides without retreat, enclosed betwixt the
sea, the harbour, and the river. Methinks, Shelton, here were a great
blow to be stricken, an we could strike it silently and suddenly."

"I do think so, indeed," cried Dick, warming.

"Have ye my Lord Foxham's notes?" inquired the duke.

And then Dick, having explained how he was without them for the moment,
made himself bold to offer information every jot as good, of his own
knowledge.

"And for mine own part, my lord duke," he added, "an ye had men enough,
I would fall on even at this present. For, look ye, at the peep of day
the watches of the night are over; but by day they keep neither watch
nor ward--only scour the outskirts with horsemen. Now, then, when the
night-watch is already unarmed, and the rest are at their morning
cup--now were the time to break them."

"How many do ye count?" asked Gloucester.

"They number not two thousand," Dick replied.

"I have seven hundred in the woods behind us," said the duke; "seven
hundred follow from Kettley, and will be here anon; behind these, and
farther, are four hundred more; and my Lord Foxham hath five hundred
half a day from here, at Holywood. Shall we attend their coming or fall
on?"

"My lord," said Dick, "when ye hanged these five poor rogues ye did
decide the question. Churls although they were, in these uneasy times
they will be lacked and looked for, and the alarm be given. Therefore,
my lord, if ye do count upon the advantage of a surprise, ye have not,
in my poor opinion, one whole hour in front of you."

"I do think so indeed," returned Crookback. "Well, before an hour ye
shall be in the thick on't, winning spurs. A swift man to Holywood,
carrying Lord Foxham's signet; another along the road to speed my
laggards! Nay, Shelton, by the rood, it may be done!"

Therewith he once more set his trumpet to his lips and blew.

This time he was not long kept waiting. In a moment the open space about
the cross was filled with horse and foot. Richard of Gloucester took his
place upon the steps, and despatched messenger after messenger to hasten
the concentration of the seven hundred men that lay hidden in the
immediate neighbourhood among the woods; and before a quarter of an hour
had passed, all his dispositions being taken, he put himself at their
head, and began to move down the hill towards Shoreby.

His plan was simple. He was to seize a quarter of the town of Shoreby
lying on the right hand of the high-road, and make his position good
there in the narrow lanes until his reinforcements followed.

If Lord Risingham chose to retreat, Richard would follow upon his rear,
and take him between two fires; or, if he preferred to hold the town, he
would be shut in a trap, there to be gradually overwhelmed by force of
numbers.

There was but one danger, but that was imminent and great--Gloucester's
seven hundred might be rolled up and cut to pieces in the first
encounter, and, to avoid this, it was needful to make the surprise of
their arrival as complete as possible.

The footmen, therefore, were all once more taken up behind the riders,
and Dick had the signal honour meted out to him of mounting behind
Gloucester himself. For as far as there was any cover the troops moved
slowly, and when they came near the end of the trees that lined the
highway, stopped to breathe and reconnoitre.

The sun was now well up, shining with a frosty brightness out of a
yellow halo, and right over against the luminary, Shoreby, a field of
snowy roofs and ruddy gables, was rolling up its columns of morning
smoke.

Gloucester turned round to Dick.

"In that poor place," he said, "where people are cooking breakfast,
either you shall gain your spurs and I begin a life of mighty honour and
glory in the world's eye, or both of us, as I conceive it, shall fall
dead and be unheard of. Two Richards are we. Well then, Richard Shelton,
they shall be heard about, these two! Their swords shall not ring more
loudly on men's helmets than their names shall ring in people's ears."

Dick was astonished at so great a hunger after fame, expressed with so
great vehemence of voice and language; and he answered very sensibly and
quietly, that, for his part, he promised he would do his duty, and
doubted not of victory if every one did the like.

By this time the horses were well breathed, and the leader holding up
his sword and giving rein, the whole troop of chargers broke into the
gallop and thundered, with their double load of fighting men, down the
remainder of the hill and across the snow-covered plain that still
divided them from Shoreby.


FOOTNOTE:

  [2] Richard Crookback would have been really far younger at this date.




CHAPTER II

THE BATTLE OF SHOREBY


The whole distance to be crossed was not above a quarter of a mile. But
they had no sooner debouched beyond the cover of the trees than they
were aware of people fleeing and screaming in the snowy meadows upon
either hand. Almost at the same moment a great rumour began to arise,
and spread and grow continually louder in the town; and they were not
yet half-way to the nearest house before the bells began to ring
backward from the steeple.

The young duke ground his teeth together. By these so early signals of
alarm he feared to find his enemies prepared; and if he failed to gain a
footing in the town, he knew that his small party would soon be broken
and exterminated in the open.

In the town, however, the Lancastrians were far from being in so good a
posture. It was as Dick had said. The night-guard had already doffed
their harness; the rest were still hanging--unlatched, unbraced, all
unprepared for battle--about their quarters; and in the whole of Shoreby
there were not, perhaps, fifty men full armed, or fifty chargers to be
mounted.

The beating of the bells, the terrifying summons of men who ran about
the streets crying and beating upon the doors, aroused in an incredibly
short space at least two score out of that half hundred. These got
speedily to horse, and, the alarm still flying wild and contrary,
galloped in different directions.

Thus it befell that, when Richard of Gloucester reached the first house
of Shoreby, he was met in the mouth of the street by a mere handful of
lances, whom he swept before his onset as the storm chases the bark.

A hundred paces into the town, Dick Shelton touched the duke's arm; the
duke, in answer, gathered his reins, put the shrill trumpet to his
mouth, and blowing a concerted point, turned to the right hand out of
the direct advance. Swerving like a single rider, his whole command
turned after him, and, still at the full gallop of the chargers, swept
up the narrow by-street. Only the last score of riders drew rein and
faced about in the entrance; the footmen, whom they carried behind them,
leapt at the same instant to the earth, and began, some to bend their
bows, and others to break into and secure the houses upon either hand.

Surprised at this sudden change of direction, and daunted by the firm
front of the rear-guard, the few Lancastrians, after a momentary
consultation, turned and rode farther into town to seek for
reinforcements.

The quarter of the town upon which, by the advice of Dick, Richard of
Gloucester had now seized, consisted of five small streets of poor and
ill-inhabited houses, occupying a very gentle eminence, and lying open
towards the back.

The five streets being each secured by a good guard, the reserve would
thus occupy the centre, out of shot, and yet ready to carry aid wherever
it was needed.

Such was the poorness of the neighbourhood that none of the Lancastrian
lords, and but few of their retainers, had been lodged therein; and the
inhabitants, with one accord, deserted their houses and fled, squalling,
along the streets or over garden walls.

In the centre, where the five ways all met, a somewhat ill-favoured
alehouse displayed the sign of the "Chequers"; and here the Duke of
Gloucester chose his headquarters for the day.

To Dick he assigned the guard of one of the five streets.

"Go," he said, "win your spurs. Win glory for me; one Richard for
another. I tell you, if I rise, ye shall rise by the same ladder. Go,"
he added, shaking him by the hand.

But, as soon as Dick was gone, he turned to a little shabby archer at
his elbow.

"Go, Dutton, and that right speedily," he added. "Follow that lad. If ye
find him faithful, ye answer for his safety, a head for a head. Woe unto
you if ye return without him! But if he be faithless--or, for one
instant, ye misdoubt him--stab him from behind."

In the meantime Dick hastened to secure his post. The street he had to
guard was very narrow, and closely lined with houses, which projected
and overhung the roadway; but narrow and dark as it was, since it opened
upon the market-place of the town, the main issue of the battle would
probably fall to be decided on that spot.

The market-place was full of townspeople fleeing in disorder; but there
was as yet no sign of any foeman ready to attack, and Dick judged he had
some time before him to make ready his defence.

The two houses at the end stood deserted, with open doors, as the
inhabitants had left them in their flight, and from these he had the
furniture hastily tossed forth and piled into a barrier in the entry of
the lane. A hundred men were placed at his disposal, and of these he
threw the more part in the houses, where they might lie in shelter and
deliver their arrows from the windows. With the rest, under his own
immediate eye, he lined the barricade.

Meanwhile the utmost uproar and confusion had continued to prevail
throughout the town; and what with the hurried clashing of bells, the
sounding of trumpets, the swift movement of bodies of horse, the cries
of the commanders, and the shrieks of women, the noise was almost
deafening to the ear. Presently, little by little, the tumult began to
subside; and soon after, files of men in armour and bodies of archers
began to assemble and form in line of battle in the market-place.

A large portion of this body were in murrey and blue, and in the mounted
knight who ordered their array Dick recognised Sir Daniel Brackley.

Then there befell a long pause, which was followed by the almost
simultaneous sounding of four trumpets from four different quarters of
the town. A fifth rang in answer from the market-place, and at the same
moment the files began to move, and a shower of arrows rattled about the
barricade, and sounded like blows upon the walls of the two flanking
houses.

The attack had begun, by a common signal, on all the five issues of the
quarter. Gloucester was beleaguered upon every side; and Dick judged, if
he would make good his post, he must rely entirely on the hundred men of
his command.

Seven volleys of arrows followed one upon the other, and in the very
thick of the discharges Dick was touched from behind upon the arm, and
found a page holding out to him a leathern jack, strengthened with
bright plates of mail.

"It is from my Lord of Gloucester," said the page. "He hath observed,
Sir Richard, that ye went unarmed."

Dick, with a glow at his heart at being so addressed, got to his feet
and, with the assistance of the page, donned the defensive coat. Even as
he did so, two arrows rattled harmlessly upon the plates, and a third
struck down the page, mortally wounded, at his feet.

Meantime the whole body of the enemy had been steadily drawing nearer
across the market-place; and by this time were so close at hand that
Dick gave the order to return their shot. Immediately, from behind the
barrier and from the windows of the houses, a counterblast of arrows
sped, carrying death. But the Lancastrians, as if they had but waited
for a signal, shouted loudly in answer; and began to close at a run upon
the barrier, the horsemen still hanging back, with visors lowered.

Then followed an obstinate and deadly struggle, hand to hand. The
assailants, wielding their falchions with one hand, strove with the
other to drag down the structure of the barricade. On the other side,
the parts were reversed; and the defenders exposed themselves like
madmen to protect their rampart. So for some minutes the contest raged
almost in silence, friend and foe falling one upon another. But it is
always the easier to destroy; and when a single note upon the tucket
recalled the attacking party from this desperate service, much of the
barricade had been removed piecemeal, and the whole fabric had sunk to
half its height, and tottered to a general fall.

And now the footmen in the market-place fell back, at a run, on every
side. The horsemen, who had been standing in a line two deep, wheeled
suddenly, and made their flank into their front; and as swift as a
striking adder, the long, steel-clad column was launched upon the
ruinous barricade.

Of the first two horsemen, one fell, rider and steed, and was ridden
down by his companions. The second leaped clean upon the summit of the
rampart, transpiercing an archer with his lance. Almost in the same
instant he was dragged from the saddle and his horse despatched.

And then the full weight and impetus of the charge burst upon and
scattered the defenders. The men-at-arms, surmounting their fallen
comrades, and carried onward by the fury of their onslaught, dashed
through Dick's broken line and poured thundering up the lane beyond, as
a stream bestrides and pours across a broken dam.

Yet was the fight not over. Still, in the narrow jaws of the entrance,
Dick and a few survivors plied their bills like woodmen; and already,
across the width of the passage, there had been formed a second, a
higher, and a more effectual rampart of fallen men and disembowelled
horses, lashing in the agonies of death.

Baffled by this fresh obstacle, the remainder of the cavalry fell back;
and as, at the sight of this movement, the flight of arrows redoubled
from the casements of the houses, their retreat had, for a moment,
almost degenerated into flight.

Almost at the same time, those who had crossed the barricade and charged
farther up the street, being met before the door of the "Chequers" by
the formidable hunchback and the whole reserve of the Yorkists, began to
come scattering backward, in the excess of disarray and terror.

Dick and his fellows faced about, fresh men poured out of the houses; a
cruel blast of arrows met the fugitives full in the face, while
Gloucester was already riding down their rear; in the inside of a minute
and a half there was no living Lancastrian in the street.

Then, and not till then, did Dick hold up his reeking blade and give the
word to cheer.

Meanwhile Gloucester dismounted from his horse and came forward to
inspect the post. His face was as pale as linen; but his eyes shone in
his head like some strange jewel, and his voice, when he spoke, was
hoarse and broken with the exultation of battle and success. He looked
at the rampart, which neither friend nor foe could now approach without
precaution, so fiercely did the horses struggle in the throes of death,
and at the sight of that great carnage he smiled upon one side.

"Despatch these horses," he said; "they keep you from your
vantage.--Richard Shelton," he added, "ye have pleased me. Kneel."

The Lancastrians had already resumed their archery, and the shafts fell
thick in the mouth of the street; but the duke, minding them not at all,
deliberately drew his sword and dubbed Richard a knight upon the spot.

"And now, Sir Richard," he continued, "if that ye see Lord Risingham
send me an express upon the instant. Were it your last man, let me hear
of it incontinently. I had rather venture the post than lose my stroke
at him. For mark me, all of ye," he added, raising his voice, "if Earl
Risingham fall by another hand than mine, I shall count this victory a
defeat."

"My lord duke," said one of his attendants, "is your grace not weary of
exposing his dear life unneedfully? Why tarry we here?"

"Catesby," returned the duke, "here is the battle, not elsewhere. The
rest are but feigned onslaughts. Here must we vanquish. And for the
exposure--if ye were an ugly hunchback, and the children gecked at you
upon the street, ye would count your body cheaper, and an hour of glory
worth a life. Howbeit, if ye will, let us ride on and visit the other
posts. Sir Richard here, my namesake, he shall still hold this entry,
where he wadeth to the ankles in hot blood. Him can we trust. But mark
it, Sir Richard, ye are not yet done. The worst is yet to ward. Sleep
not."

He came right up to young Shelton, looking him hard in the eyes, and
taking his hand in both of his, gave it so extreme a squeeze that the
blood had nearly spurted. Dick quailed before his eyes. The insane
excitement, the courage, and the cruelty that he read therein, filled
him with dismay about the future. This young duke's was indeed a gallant
spirit, to ride foremost in the ranks of war; but, after the battle, in
the days of peace and in the circle of his trusted friends, that mind,
it was to be dreaded, would continue to bring forth the fruits of death.




CHAPTER III

THE BATTLE OF SHOREBY (_concluded_)


Dick, once more left to his own counsels, began to look about him. The
arrow-shot had somewhat slackened. On all sides the enemy were falling
back; and the greater part of the market-place was now left empty, the
snow here trampled into orange mud, there splashed with gore, scattered
all over with dead men and horses, and bristling thick with feathered
arrows.

On his own side the loss had been cruel. The jaws of the little street
and the ruins of the barricade were heaped with the dead and dying; and
out of the hundred men with whom he had begun the battle, there were not
seventy left who could still stand to arms.

At the same time the day was passing. The first reinforcements might be
looked for to arrive at any moment; and the Lancastrians, already shaken
by the result of their desperate but unsuccessful onslaught, were in an
ill temper to support a fresh invader.

There was a dial in the wall of one of the two flanking houses; and
this, in the frosty, winter sunshine, indicated ten of the forenoon.

Dick turned to the man who was at his elbow, a little insignificant
archer, binding a cut in his arm.

"It was well fought," he said, "and, by my sooth, they will not charge
us twice."

"Sir," said the little archer, "ye have fought right well for York, and
better for yourself. Never hath man in so brief space prevailed so
greatly on the duke's affections. That he should have entrusted such a
post to one he knew not is a marvel. But look to your head, Sir
Richard! If ye be vanquished--ay, if ye give way one foot's-breadth--axe
or cord shall punish it; and I am set, if ye do aught doubtful, I will
tell you honestly, here to stab you from behind."

Dick looked at the little man in amaze.

"You!" he cried. "And from behind!"

"It is right so," returned the archer; "and because I like not the
affair I tell it you. Ye must make the post good, Sir Richard, at your
peril. O, our Crookback is a bold blade and a good warrior; but whether
in cold blood or in hot, he will have all things done exact to his
commandment. If any fail or hinder, they shall die the death."

"Now, by the saints!" cried Richard, "is this so? And will men follow
such a leader?"

"Nay, they follow him gleefully," replied the other; "for if he be exact
to punish, he is most open-handed to reward. And if he spare not the
blood and sweat of others, he is ever liberal of his own, still in the
first front of battle, still the last to sleep. He will go far, will
Crookback Dick o' Gloucester!"

The young knight, if he had before been brave and vigilant, was now all
the more inclined to watchfulness and courage. His sudden favour, he
began to perceive, had brought perils in its train. And he turned from
the archer, and once more scanned anxiously the market-place. It lay
empty as before.

"I like not this quietude," he said. "Doubtless they prepare us some
surprise."

And, as if in answer to his remark, the archers began once more to
advance against the barricade, and the arrows to fall thick. But there
was something hesitating in the attack. They came not on roundly, but
seemed rather to await a further signal.

Dick looked uneasily about him, spying for a hidden danger. And sure
enough, about half-way up the little street, a door was suddenly opened
from within, and the house continued, for some seconds, and both by
door and window, to disgorge a torrent of Lancastrian archers. These, as
they leaped down, hurriedly stood to their ranks, bent their bows, and
proceeded to pour upon Dick's rear a flight of arrows.

At the same time, the assailants in the market-place redoubled their
shot, and began to close in stoutly upon the barricade.

Dick called down his whole command out of the houses, and facing them
both ways, and encouraging their valour both by word and gesture,
returned as best he could the double shower of shafts that fell about
his post.

Meanwhile house after house was opened in the street, and the
Lancastrians continued to pour out of the doors and leap down from the
windows, shouting victory, until the number of enemies upon Dick's rear
was almost equal to the number in his face. It was plain that he could
hold the post no longer; what was worse, even if he could have held it,
it had now become useless; and the whole Yorkist army lay in a posture
of helplessness upon the brink of a complete disaster.

The men behind him formed the vital flaw in the general defence; and it
was upon these that Dick turned, charging at the head of his men. So
vigorous was the attack that the Lancastrian archers gave ground and
staggered, and, at last, breaking their ranks, began to crowd back into
the houses from which they had so recently and so vaingloriously
sallied.

Meanwhile the men from the market-place had swarmed across the
undefended barricade, and fell on hotly upon the other side; and Dick
must once again face about, and proceed to drive them back. Once again
the spirit of his men prevailed; they cleared the street in a triumphant
style, but even as they did so the others issued again out of the
houses, and took them, a third time, upon the rear.

The Yorkists began to be scattered; several times Dick found himself
alone among his foes and plying his bright sword for life; several
times he was conscious of a hurt. And meanwhile the fight swayed to and
fro in the street without determinate result.

Suddenly Dick was aware of a great trumpeting about the outskirts of the
town. The war-cry of York began to be rolled up to heaven, as by many
and triumphant voices. And at the same time the men in front of him
began to give ground rapidly, streaming out of the street and back upon
the market-place. Some one gave the word to fly. Trumpets were blown
distractedly, some for a rally, some to charge. It was plain that a
great blow had been struck, and the Lancastrians were thrown, at least
for the moment, into full disorder, and some degree of panic.

And then, like a theatre trick, there followed the last act of Shoreby
Battle. The men in front of Richard turned tail, like a dog that has
been whistled home, and fled like the wind. At the same moment there
came through the market-place a storm of horsemen, fleeing and pursuing,
the Lancastrians turning back to strike with the sword, the Yorkists
riding them down at the point of the lance.

Conspicuous in the mellay, Dick beheld the Crookback. He was already
giving a foretaste of that furious valour and skill to cut his way
across the ranks of war, which, years afterwards, upon the field of
Bosworth, and when he was stained with crimes, almost sufficed to change
the fortunes of the day and the destiny of the English throne. Evading,
striking, riding down, he so forced and so manoeuvred his strong
horse, so aptly defended himself, and so liberally scattered death to
his opponents, that he was now far ahead of the foremost of his knights,
hewing his way, with the truncheon of a bloody sword, to where Lord
Risingham was rallying the bravest. A moment more and they had met; the
tall, splendid, and famous warrior against the deformed and sickly boy.

Yet Shelton had never a doubt of the result; and when the fight next
opened for a moment, the figure of the earl had disappeared; but still,
in the first of the danger, Crookback Dick was launching his big horse
and plying the truncheon of his sword.

Thus, by Shelton's courage in holding the mouth of the street against
the first attack, and by the opportune arrival of his seven hundred
reinforcements, the lad, who was afterwards to be handed down to the
execration of posterity under the name of Richard III., had won his
first considerable fight.




CHAPTER IV

THE SACK OF SHOREBY


There was not a foe left within striking distance; and Dick, as he
looked ruefully about him on the remainder of his gallant force, began
to count the cost of victory. He was himself, now that the danger was
ended, so stiff and sore, so bruised and cut and broken, and, above all,
so utterly exhausted by his desperate and unremitting labours in the
fight, that he seemed incapable of any fresh exertion.

But this was not yet the hour for repose. Shoreby had been taken by
assault; and though an open town, and not in any manner to be charged
with the resistance, it was plain that these rough fighters would be not
less rough now that the fight was over, and that the more horrid part of
war would fall to be enacted. Richard of Gloucester was not the captain
to protect the citizens from his infuriated soldiery; and, even if he
had the will, it might be questioned if he had the power.

It was, therefore, Dick's business to find and to protect Joanna; and
with that end he looked about him at the faces of his men. The three or
four who seemed likeliest to be obedient and to keep sober he drew
aside; and promising them a rich reward and a special recommendation to
the duke, led them across the market-place, now empty of horsemen, and
into the streets upon the farther side.

Every here and there small combats of from two to a dozen still raged
upon the open street; here and there a house was being besieged, the
defenders throwing out stools and tables on the heads of the assailants.
The snow was strewn with arms and corpses; but except for these partial
combats the streets were deserted, and the houses, some standing open,
and some shuttered and barricaded, had for the most part ceased to give
out smoke.

Dick, threading the skirts of these skirmishers, led his followers
briskly in the direction of the abbey church; but when he came the
length of the main street a cry of horror broke from his lips. Sir
Daniel's great house had been carried by assault. The gates hung in
splinters from the hinges, and a double throng kept pouring in and out
through the entrance, seeking and carrying booty. Meanwhile, in the
upper stories, some resistance was still being offered to the pillagers;
for just as Dick came within eye-shot of the building, a casement was
burst open from within, and a poor wretch in murrey and blue, screaming
and resisting, was forced through the embrasure and tossed into the
street below.

The most sickening apprehension fell upon Dick. He ran forward like one
possessed, forced his way into the house among the foremost, and mounted
without pause to the chamber on the third floor where he had last parted
from Joanna. It was a mere wreck; the furniture had been overthrown, the
cupboards broken open, and in one place a trailing corner of the arras
lay smouldering on the embers of the fire.

Dick, almost without thinking, trod out the incipient conflagration, and
then stood bewildered. Sir Daniel, Sir Oliver, Joanna, all were gone;
but whether butchered in the rout or safe escaped from Shoreby, who
should say?

He caught a passing archer by the tabard.

"Fellow," he asked, "were ye here when this house was taken?"

"Let be," said the archer. "A murrain! let be, or I strike."

"Hark ye," returned Richard, "two can play at that. Stand and be plain."

But the man, flushed with drink and battle, struck Dick upon the
shoulder with one hand, while with the other he twitched away his
garment. Thereupon the full wrath of the young leader burst from his
control. He seized the fellow in his strong embrace, and crushed him on
the plates of his mailed bosom like a child; then, holding him at
arm's-length, he bid him speak as he valued life.

"I pray you mercy!" gasped the archer. "An I had thought ye were so
angry I would 'a' been charier of crossing you. I was here indeed."

"Know ye Sir Daniel?" pursued Dick.

"Well do I know him," returned the man.

"Was he in the mansion?"

"Ay, sir, he was," answered the archer; "but even as we entered by the
yard gate he rode forth by the garden."

"Alone?" cried Dick.

"He may 'a' had a score of lances with him," said the man.

"Lances! No women, then?" asked Shelton.

"Troth, I saw not," said the archer. "But there were none in the house,
if that be your quest."

"I thank you," said Dick. "Here is a piece for your pains." But groping
in his wallet, Dick found nothing. "Inquire for me to-morrow," he
added--"Richard Shel----Sir Richard Shelton," he corrected, "and I will
see you handsomely rewarded."

And then an idea struck Dick. He hastily descended to the courtyard, ran
with all his might across the garden, and came to the great door of the
church. It stood wide open; within, every corner of the pavement was
crowded with fugitive burghers, surrounded by their families, and laden
with the most precious of their possessions, while, at the high altar,
priests in full canonicals were imploring the mercy of God. Even as Dick
entered, the loud chorus began to thunder in the vaulted roofs.

He hurried through the groups of refugees, and came to the door of the
stair that led into the steeple. And here a tall churchman stepped
before him and arrested his advance.

"Whither, my son?" he asked severely.

"My father," answered Dick, "I am here upon an errand of expedition.
Stay me not. I command here for my Lord of Gloucester."

"For my Lord of Gloucester?" repeated the priest. "Hath, then, the
battle gone so sore?"

"The battle, father, is at an end, Lancaster clean sped, my Lord of
Risingham--Heaven rest him!--left upon the field. And now, with your
good leave, I follow mine affairs." And thrusting on one side the
priest, who seemed stupefied at the news, Dick pushed open the door and
rattled up the stairs four at a bound, and without pause or stumble,
till he stepped upon the open platform at the top.

Shoreby Church tower not only commanded the town, as in a map, but
looked far, on both sides, over sea and land. It was now near upon noon;
the day exceeding bright, the snow dazzling. And as Dick looked around
him he could measure the consequences of the battle.

A confused, growling uproar reached him from the streets, and now and
then, but very rarely, the clash of steel. Not a ship, not so much as a
skiff, remained in harbour; but the sea was dotted with sails and
row-boats laden with fugitives. On shore, too, the surface of the snowy
meadows was broken up with bands of horsemen, some cutting their way
towards the borders of the forest, others, who were doubtless of the
Yorkist side, stoutly interposing and beating them back upon the town.
Over all the open ground there lay a prodigious quantity of fallen men
and horses, clearly defined upon the snow.

To complete the picture, those of the foot-soldiers as had not found
place upon a ship still kept up an archery combat on the borders of the
port, and from the cover of the shoreside taverns. In that quarter,
also, one or two houses had been fired, and the smoke towered high in
the frosty sunlight, and blew off to sea in voluminous folds.

Already close upon the margin of the woods, and somewhat in the line of
Holywood, one particular clump of fleeing horsemen riveted the attention
of the young watcher on the tower. It was fairly numerous; in no other
quarter of the field did so many Lancastrians still hold together; thus
they had left a wide, discoloured wake upon the snow, and Dick was able
to trace them step by step from where they had left the town.

While Dick stood watching them, they had gained, unopposed, the first
fringe of the leafless forest, and, turning a little from their
direction, the sun fell for a moment full on their array, as it was
relieved against the dusky wood.

"Murrey and blue!" cried Dick. "I swear it--murrey and blue!"

The next moment he was descending the stairway.

It was now his business to seek out the Duke of Gloucester, who alone,
in the disorder of the forces, might be able to supply him with a
sufficiency of men. The fighting in the main town was now practically at
an end; and as Dick ran hither and thither, seeking the commander, the
streets were thick with wandering soldiers, some laden with more booty
than they could well stagger under, others shouting drunk. None of them,
when questioned, had the least notion of the duke's whereabouts; and, at
last, it was by sheer good fortune that Dick found him, where he sat in
the saddle, directing operations to dislodge the archers from the
harbour side.

"Sir Richard Shelton, ye are well found," he said. "I owe you one thing
that I value little, my life; and one that I can never pay you for, this
victory.--Catesby, if I had ten such captains as Sir Richard, I would
march forthright on London.--But now, sir, claim your reward."

"Freely, my lord," said Dick, "freely and loudly. One hath escaped to
whom I owe some grudges, and taken with him one whom I owe love and
service. Give me, then, fifty lances, that I may pursue; and for any
obligation that your graciousness is pleased to allow, it shall be clean
discharged."

"How call ye him?" inquired the duke.

"Sir Daniel Brackley," answered Richard.

"Out upon him, double-face!" cried Gloucester. "Here is no reward, Sir
Richard; here is fresh service offered, and, if that ye bring his head
to me, a fresh debt upon my conscience.--Catesby, get him these lances;
and you, sir, bethink ye, in the meanwhile, what pleasure, honour, or
profit it shall be mine to give you."

Just then the Yorkist skirmishers carried one of the shoreside taverns,
swarming in upon it on three sides, and driving out or taking its
defenders. Crookback Dick was pleased to cheer the exploit, and, pushing
his horse a little nearer, called to see the prisoners.

There were four or five of them--two men of my Lord Shoreby's and one of
Lord Risingham's among the number, and last, but in Dick's eyes not
least, a tall, shambling, grizzled old shipman, between drunk and sober,
and with a dog whimpering and jumping at his heels.

The young duke passed them for a moment under a severe review.

"Good," he said. "Hang them."

And he turned the other way to watch the progress of the fight.

"My lord," said Dick, "so please you, I have found my reward. Grant me
the life and liberty of yon old shipman."

Gloucester turned and looked the speaker in the face.

"Sir Richard," he said, "I make not war with peacock's feathers, but
steel shafts. Those that are mine enemies I slay, and that without
excuse or favour. For, bethink ye, in this realm of England, that is so
torn in pieces, there is not a man of mine but hath a brother or a
friend upon the other party. If, then, I did begin to grant these
pardons, I might sheathe my sword."

"It may be so, my lord; and yet I will be overbold, and, at the risk of
your disfavour, recall your lordship's promise," replied Dick.

Richard of Gloucester flushed.

"Mark it right well," he said harshly. "I love not mercy, nor yet
mercymongers. Ye have this day laid the foundations of high fortune. If
ye oppose to me my word, which I have plighted, I will yield. But, by
the glory of heaven, there your favour dies!"

"Mine is the loss," said Dick.

"Give him his sailor," said the duke; and wheeling his horse, he turned
his back upon young Shelton.

Dick was nor glad nor sorry. He had seen too much of the young duke to
set great store on his affection; and the origin and growth of his own
favour had been too flimsy and too rapid to inspire much confidence. One
thing alone he feared--that the vindictive leader might revoke the offer
of the lances. But here he did justice neither to Gloucester's honour
(such as it was) nor, above all, to his decision. If he had once judged
Dick to be the right man to pursue Sir Daniel, he was not one to change;
and he soon proved it by shouting after Catesby to be speedy, for the
paladin was waiting.

In the meanwhile Dick turned to the old shipman, who had seemed equally
indifferent to his condemnation and to his subsequent release.

"Arblaster," said Dick, "I have done you ill; but now, by the rood, I
think I have cleared the score."

But the old skipper only looked upon him dully and held his peace.

"Come," continued Dick, "a life is a life, old shrew, and it is more
than ships or liquor. Say ye forgive me; for if your life is worth
nothing to you, it hath cost me the beginnings of my fortune. Come, I
have paid for it dearly; be not so churlish."

"An I had had my ship," said Arblaster, "I would 'a' been forth and safe
on the high seas--I and my man Tom. But ye took my ship, gossip, and I'm
a beggar; and for my man Tom, a knave fellow in russet shot him down.
'Murrain!' quoth he, and spake never again. 'Murrain' was the last of
his words, and the poor spirit of him passed. 'A will never sail no more
will my Tom."

Dick was seized with unavailing penitence and pity; he sought to take
the skipper's hand, but Arblaster avoided his touch.

"Nay," said he, "let be. Y' have played the devil with me, and let that
content you."

The words died in Richard's throat. He saw, through tears, the poor old
man, bemused with liquor and sorrow, go shambling away, with bowed head,
across the snow, and the unnoticed dog whimpering at his heels; and for
the first time began to understand the desperate game that we play in
life, and how a thing once done is not to be changed or remedied by any
penitence.

But there was no time left to him for vain regret. Catesby had now
collected the horsemen, and riding up to Dick he dismounted, and offered
him his own horse.

"This morning," he said, "I was somewhat jealous of your favour; it hath
not been of a long growth; and now, Sir Richard, it is with a very good
heart that I offer you this horse--to ride away with."

"Suffer me yet a moment," replied Dick. "This favour of mine--whereupon
was it founded?"

"Upon your name," answered Catesby. "It is my lord's chief superstition.
Were my name Richard I should be an earl to-morrow."

"Well, sir, I thank you," returned Dick; "and, since I am little likely
to follow these great fortunes, I will even say farewell. I will not
pretend I was displeased to think myself upon the road to fortune; but I
will not pretend, neither, that I am over-sorry to be done with it.
Command and riches, they are brave things, to be sure; but a word in
your ear--yon duke of yours, he is a fearsome lad."

Catesby laughed.

"Nay," said he, "of a verity he that rides with Crooked Dick will ride
deep. Well, God keep us all from evil! Speed ye well."

Thereupon Dick put himself at the head of his men, and giving the word
of command, rode off.

He made straight across the town, following what he supposed to be the
route of Sir Daniel, and spying around for any signs that might decide
if he were right.

The streets were strewn with the dead and the wounded, whose fate, in
the bitter frost, was far the more pitiable. Gangs of the victors went
from house to house, pillaging and stabbing, and sometimes singing
together as they went.

From different quarters, as he rode on, the sounds of violence and
outrage came to young Shelton's ears; now the blows of the sledge-hammer
on some barricaded door, and now the miserable shrieks of women.

Dick's heart had just been awakened. He had just seen the cruel
consequences of his own behaviour; and the thought of the sum of misery
that was now acting in the whole of Shoreby filled him with despair.

At length he reached the outskirts, and there, sure enough, he saw
straight before him the same broad, beaten track across the snow that he
had marked from the summit of the church. Here, then, he went the faster
on; but still, as he rode, he kept a bright eye upon the fallen men and
horses that lay beside the track. Many of these, he was relieved to see,
wore Sir Daniel's colours, and the faces of some, who lay upon their
back, he even recognised.

About half-way between the town and the forest, those whom he was
following had plainly been assailed by archers; for the corpses lay
pretty closely scattered, each pierced by an arrow. And here Dick spied
among the rest the body of a very young lad, whose face was somehow
hauntingly familiar to him.

He halted his troop, dismounted, and raised the lad's head. As he did
so, the hood fell back, and a profusion of long brown hair unrolled
itself. At the same time the eyes opened.

"Ah! lion-driver!" said a feeble voice. "She is farther on. Ride--ride
fast!"

And then the poor young lady fainted once again.

One of Dick's men carried a flask of some strong cordial, and with this
Dick succeeded in reviving consciousness. Then he took Joanna's friend
upon his saddle-bow, and once more pushed toward the forest.

"Why do ye take me?" said the girl. "Ye but delay your speed."

"Nay, Mistress Risingham," replied Dick. "Shoreby is full of blood and
drunkenness and riot. Here ye are safe; content ye."

"I will not be beholden to any of your faction," she cried; "set me
down."

"Madam, ye know not what ye say," returned Dick. "Y' are hurt----"

"I am not," she said. "It was my horse was slain."

"It matters not one jot," replied Richard. "Ye are here in the midst of
open snow, and compassed about with enemies. Whether ye will or not, I
carry you with me. Glad am I to have the occasion; for thus shall I
repay some portion of our debt."

For a little while she was silent. Then, very suddenly, she asked:

"My uncle?"

"My Lord Risingham?" returned Dick. "I would I had good news to give
you, madam, but I have none. I saw him once in the battle, and once
only. Let us hope the best."




CHAPTER V

NIGHT IN THE WOODS: ALICIA RISINGHAM


It was almost certain that Sir Daniel had made for the Moat House; but,
considering the heavy snow, the lateness of the hour, and the necessity
under which he would lie of avoiding the few roads and striking across
the wood, it was equally certain that he could not hope to reach it ere
the morrow.

There were two courses open to Dick: either to continue to follow in the
knight's trail, and, if he were able, to fall upon him that very night
in camp, or to strike out a path of his own, and seek to place himself
between Sir Daniel and his destination.

Either scheme was open to serious objection, and Dick, who feared to
expose Joanna to the hazards of a fight, had not yet decided between
them when he reached the borders of the wood.

At this point Sir Daniel had turned a little to his left, and then
plunged straight under a grove of very lofty timber. His party had then
formed to a narrower front, in order to pass between the trees, and the
track was trod proportionately deeper in the snow. The eye followed it,
under the leafless tracery of the oaks, running direct and narrow; the
trees stood over it, with knotty joints and the great, uplifted forest
of their boughs; there was no sound, whether of man or beast--not so
much as the stirring of a robin; and over the field of snow the winter
sun lay golden among netted shadows.

"How say ye," asked Dick of one of the men, "to follow straight on, or
strike across for Tunstall?"

"Sir Richard," replied the man-at-arms, "I would follow the line until
they scatter."

"Ye are doubtless right," returned Dick; "but we came right hastily upon
the errand, even as the time commanded. Here are no houses, neither for
food nor shelter, and by the morrow's dawn we shall know both cold
fingers and an empty belly. How say ye, lads? Will ye stand a pinch for
expedition's sake, or shall we turn by Holywood and sup with Mother
Church? The case being somewhat doubtful, I will drive no man; yet if ye
would suffer me to lead you, ye would choose the first."

The men answered, almost with one voice, that they would follow Sir
Richard where he would.

And Dick, setting spur to his horse, began once more to go forward.

The snow in the trail had been trodden very hard, and the pursuers had
thus a great advantage over the pursued. They pushed on, indeed, at a
round trot, two hundred hoofs beating alternately on the dull pavement
of the snow, and the jingle of weapons and the snorting of horses
raising a warlike noise along the arches of the silent wood.

Presently the wide slot of the pursued came out upon the high-road from
Holywood; it was there, for a moment, indistinguishable; and, where it
once more plunged into the unbeaten snow upon the farther side, Dick was
surprised to see it narrower and lighter trod. Plainly, profiting by the
road, Sir Daniel had begun already to scatter his command.

At all hazards, one chance being equal to another, Dick continued to
pursue the straight trail; and that, after an hour's riding, in which it
led into the very depth of the forest, suddenly split, like a bursting
shell, into two dozen others, leading to every point of the compass.

Dick drew bridle in despair. The short winter's day was near an end; the
sun, dull red orange, shorn of rays, swam low among the leafless
thickets; the shadows were a mile long upon the snow; the frost bit
cruelly at the fingernails; and the breath and steam of the horses
mounted in a cloud.

"Well, we are outwitted," Dick confessed. "Strike we for Holywood, after
all. It is still nearer us than Tunstall--or should be by the station of
the sun."

So they wheeled to their left, turning their backs on the red shield of
sun, and made across country for the abbey. But now times were changed
with them; they could no longer spank forth briskly on a path beaten
firm by the passage of their foes, and for a goal to which that path
itself conducted them. Now they must plough at a dull pace through the
encumbering snow, continually pausing to decide their course,
continually floundering in drifts. The sun soon left them; the glow of
the west decayed; and presently they were wandering in a shadow of
blackness, under frosty stars.

Presently, indeed, the moon would clear the hill-tops, and they might
resume their march. But till then, every random step might carry them
wider of their march. There was nothing for it but to camp and wait.

Sentries were posted; a spot of ground was cleared of snow, and after
some failures a good fire blazed in the midst. The men-at-arms sat close
about this forest hearth, sharing such provisions as they had, and
passing about the flask; and Dick, having collected the most delicate of
the rough and scanty fare, brought it to Lord Risingham's niece, where
she sat apart from the soldiery against a tree.

She sat upon one horse-cloth, wrapped in another, and stared straight
before her at the fire-lit scene. At the offer of food she started, like
one awakened from a dream, and then silently refused.

"Madam," said Dick, "let me beseech you, punish me not so cruelly.
Wherein I have offended you, I know not; I have, indeed, carried you
away, but with a friendly violence; I have, indeed, exposed you to the
inclemency of night, but the hurry that lies upon me hath for its end
the preservation of another, who is no less frail and no less unfriended
than yourself. At least, madam, punish not yourself; and eat, if not
for hunger, then for strength."

"I will eat nothing at the hands that slew my kinsman," she replied.

"Dear madam," Dick cried, "I swear to you, upon the rood, I touched him
not."

"Swear to me that he still lives," she returned.

"I will not palter with you," answered Dick. "Pity bids me to wound you.
In my heart I do believe him dead."

"And ye ask me to eat!" she cried. "Ay, and they call you 'sir'! Y' have
won your spurs by my good kinsman's murder. And had I not been fool and
traitor both, and saved you in your enemy's house, ye should have died
the death, and he--he that was worth twelve of you--were living."

"I did but my man's best, even as your kinsman did upon the other
party," answered Dick. "Were he still living--as I vow to Heaven I wish
it!--he would praise, not blame me."

"Sir Daniel hath told me," she replied. "He marked you at the barricade.
Upon you, he saith, their party foundered; it was you that won the
battle. Well, then, it was you that killed my good Lord Risingham, as
sure as though ye had strangled him. And ye would have me eat with
you--and your hands not washed from killing? But Sir Daniel hath sworn
your downfall. He 'tis that will avenge me!"

The unfortunate Dick was plunged in gloom. Old Arblaster returned upon
his mind, and he groaned aloud.

"Do ye hold me so guilty?" he said; "you that defended me--you that are
Joanna's friend?"

"What made ye in the battle?" she retorted. "Y' are of no party; y' are
but a lad--but legs and body, without government of wit or counsel!
Wherefore did ye fight? For the love of hurt, pardy!"

"Nay," cried Dick, "I know not. But as the realm of England goes, if
that a poor gentleman fight not upon the one side, perforce he must
fight upon the other. He may not stand alone; 'tis not in nature."

"They that have no judgment should not draw the sword," replied the
young lady. "Ye that fight but for a hazard, what are ye but a butcher?
War is but noble by the cause, and y' have disgraced it."

"Madam," said the miserable Dick, "I do partly see mine error. I have
made too much haste; I have been busy before my time. Already I stole a
ship--thinking, I do swear it, to do well--and thereby brought about the
death of many innocent, and the grief and ruin of a poor old man whose
face this very day hath stabbed me like a dagger. And for this morning,
I did but design to do myself credit, and get fame to marry with, and,
behold! I have brought about the death of your dear kinsman that was
good to me. And what besides, I know not. For, alas! I may have set York
upon the throne, and that may be the worser cause, and may do hurt to
England. O, madam, I do see my sin. I am unfit for life. I will, for
penance' sake, and to avoid worse evil, once I have finished this
adventure, get me to a cloister. I will forswear Joanna and the trade of
arms. I will be a friar, and pray for your good kinsman's spirit all my
days."

It appeared to Dick, in this extremity of his humiliation and
repentance, that the young lady had laughed.

Raising his countenance, he found her looking down upon him, in the
fire-light, with a somewhat peculiar but not unkind expression.

"Madam," he cried, thinking the laughter to have been an illusion of his
hearing, but still, from her changed looks, hoping to have touched her
heart--"madam, will not this content you? I give up all to undo what I
have done amiss; I make heaven certain for Lord Risingham. And all this
upon the very day that I have won my spurs, and thought myself the
happiest young gentleman on ground."

"O boy," she said--"good boy!"

And then, to the extreme surprise of Dick, she first very tenderly wiped
the tears away from his cheeks, and then, as if yielding to a sudden
impulse, threw both her arms about his neck, drew up his face, and
kissed him. A pitiful bewilderment came over simple-minded Dick.

"But come," she said, with great cheerfulness, "you that are a captain,
ye must eat. Why sup ye not?"

"Dear Mistress Risingham," replied Dick, "I did but wait first upon my
prisoner; but, to say truth, penitence will no longer suffer me to
endure the sight of food. I were better to fast, dear lady, and to
pray."

"Call me Alicia," she said; "are we not old friends? And now, come, I
will eat with you, bit for bit and sup for sup; so if ye eat not,
neither will I; but if ye eat hearty, I will dine like a ploughman."

So there and then she fell to; and Dick, who had an excellent stomach,
proceeded to bear her company, at first with great reluctance, but
gradually, as he entered into the spirit, with more and more vigour and
devotion; until, at last, he forgot even to watch his model, and most
heartily repaired the expenses of his day of labour and excitement.

"Lion-driver," she said at length, "ye do not admire a maid in a man's
jerkin?"

The moon was now up; and they were only waiting to repose the wearied
horses. By the moon's light, the still penitent but now well-fed Richard
beheld her looking somewhat coquettishly down upon him.

"Madam----" he stammered, surprised at this new turn in her manners.

"Nay," she interrupted, "it skills not to deny; Joanna hath told
me;--but come, Sir Lion-driver, look at me--am I so homely--come!"

And she made bright eyes at him.

"Ye are something smallish, indeed----" began Dick.

And here again she interrupted him, this time with a ringing peal of
laughter that completed his confusion and surprise.

"Smallish!" she cried. "Nay, now be honest as ye are bold; I am a dwarf,
or little better; but for all that--come, tell me!--for all that,
passably fair to look upon; is't not so?"

"Nay, madam, exceedingly fair," said the distressed knight, pitifully
trying to seem easy.

"And a man would be right glad to wed me?" she pursued.

"O, madam, right glad!" agreed Dick.

"Call me Alicia," said she.

"Alicia," quoth Sir Richard.

"Well, then, lion-driver," she continued, "sith that ye slew my kinsman,
and left me without stay, ye owe me, in honour, every reparation; do ye
not?"

"I do, madam," said Dick. "Although, upon my heart, I do hold me but
partially guilty of that brave knight's blood."

"Would ye evade me?" she cried.

"Madam, not so. I have told you; at your bidding, I will even turn me a
monk," said Richard.

"Then, in honour, ye belong to me?" she concluded.

"In honour, madam, I suppose----" began the young man.

"Go to!" she interrupted; "ye are too full of catches. In honour do ye
belong to me, till ye have paid the evil?"

"In honour, I do," said Dick.

"Hear, then," she continued. "Ye would make but a sad friar, methinks;
and since I am to dispose of you at pleasure, I will even take you for
my husband. Nay, now, no words!" cried she. "They will avail you
nothing. For see how just it is, that you who deprived me of one home,
should supply me with another. And as for Joanna, she will be the first,
believe me, to commend the change; for, after all, as we be dear
friends, what matters it with which of us ye wed? Not one whit!"

"Madam," said Dick, "I will go into a cloister, an ye please to bid me;
but to wed with any one in this big world besides Joanna Sedley is what
I will consent to neither for man's force nor yet for lady's pleasure.
Pardon me if I speak my plain thoughts plainly! but where a maid is very
bold, a poor man must even be the bolder."

"Dick," she said, "ye sweet boy, ye must come and kiss me for that word.
Nay, fear not, ye shall kiss me for Joanna, and when we meet, I shall
give it back to her, and say I stole it. And as for what ye owe me, why,
dear simpleton, methinks ye were not alone in that great battle; and
even if York be on the throne, it was not you that set him there. But
for a good, sweet, honest heart, Dick, y' are all that; and if I could
find it in my soul to envy your Joanna anything, I would even envy her
your love."




CHAPTER VI

NIGHT IN THE WOODS (_concluded_) DICK AND JOAN


The horses had by this time finished the small store of provender, and
fully breathed from their fatigues. At Dick's command, the fire was
smothered in snow; and while his men got once more wearily to saddle, he
himself, remembering, somewhat late, true woodland caution, chose a tall
oak, and nimbly clambered to the topmost fork. Hence he could look far
abroad on the moonlit and snow-paven forest. On the south-west, dark
against the horizon, stood those upland heathy quarters where he and
Joanna had met with the terrifying misadventure of the leper. And there
his eye was caught by a spot of ruddy brightness no bigger than a
needle's eye.

He blamed himself sharply for his previous neglect. Were that, as it
appeared to be, the shining of Sir Daniel's camp-fire, he should long
ago have seen and marched for it; above all, he should, for no
consideration, have announced his neighbourhood by lighting a fire of
his own. But now he must no longer squander valuable hours. The direct
way to the uplands was about two miles in length; but it was crossed by
a very deep, precipitous dingle, impassable to mounted men; and for the
sake of speed, it seemed to Dick advisable to desert the horses and
attempt the adventure on foot.

Ten men were left to guard the horses; signals were agreed upon by which
they could communicate in case of need; and Dick set forth at the head
of the remainder, Alicia Risingham walking stoutly by his side.

The men had freed themselves of heavy armour, and left behind their
lances; and they now marched with a very good spirit in the frozen
snow, and under the exhilarating lustre of the moon. The descent into
the dingle, where a stream strained sobbing through the snow and ice,
was effected with silence and order; and on the farther side, being then
within a short half-mile of where Dick had seen the glimmer of the fire,
the party halted to breathe before the attack.

In the vast silence of the wood, the lightest sounds were audible from
far; and Alicia, who was keen of hearing, held up her finger warningly,
and stooped to listen. All followed her example; but besides the groans
of the choked brook in the dingle close behind, and the barking of a fox
at a distance of many miles among the forest, to Dick's acutest
hearkening not a breath was audible.

"But yet, for sure, I heard the clash of harness," whispered Alicia.

"Madam," returned Dick, who was more afraid of that young lady than of
ten stout warriors, "I would not hint ye were mistaken; but it might
well have come from either of the camps."

"It came not thence. It came from westward," she declared.

"It may be what it will," returned Dick; "and it must be as Heaven
please. Reck we not a jot, but push on the livelier, and put it to the
touch.--Up, friends--enough breathed."

As they advanced, the snow became more and more trampled with
hoof-marks, and it was plain that they were drawing near to the
encampment of a considerable force of mounted men. Presently they could
see the smoke pouring from among the trees, ruddily coloured on its
lower edge and scattering bright sparks.

And here, pursuant to Dick's orders, his men began to open out, creeping
stealthily in the covert, to surround on every side the camp of their
opponents. He himself, placing Alicia in the shelter of a bulky oak,
stole straight forth in the direction of the fire.

At last, through an opening of the wood, his eye embraced the scene of
the encampment. The fire had been built upon a heathy hummock of the
ground, surrounded on three sides by thicket, and it now burned very
strong, roaring aloud and brandishing flames. Around it there sat not
quite a dozen people, warmly cloaked; but though the neighbouring snow
was trampled down as by a regiment, Dick looked in vain for any horse.
He began to have a terrible misgiving that he was out-manoeuvred. At the
same time, in a tall man with a steel salet, who was spreading his hands
before the blaze, he recognised his old friend and still kindly enemy,
Bennet Hatch; and in two others, sitting a little back, he made out,
even in their male disguise, Joanna Sedley and Sir Daniel's wife.

"Well," thought he to himself, "even if I lose my horses, let me get my
Joanna, and why should I complain?"

And then, from the farther side of the encampment, there came a little
whistle, announcing that his men had joined, and the investment was
complete.

Bennet, at the sound, started to his feet; but ere he had time to spring
upon his arms, Dick hailed him.

"Bennet," he said--"Bennet, old friend, yield ye. Ye will but spill
men's lives in vain if ye resist."

"'Tis Master Shelton, by St. Barbary!" cried Hatch. "Yield me? Ye ask
much. What force have ye?"

"I tell you, Bennet, ye are both outnumbered and begirt," said Dick.
"Cæsar and Charlemagne would cry for quarter. I have two score men at my
whistle, and with one shoot of arrows I could answer for you all."

"Master Dick," said Bennet, "it goes against my heart; but I must do my
duty. The saints help you!" And therewith he raised a little tucket to
his mouth and wound a rousing call.

Then followed a moment of confusion; for while Dick, fearing for the
ladies, still hesitated to give the word to shoot, Hatch's little band
sprang to their weapons and formed back to back as for a fierce
resistance. In the hurry of their change of place, Joanna sprang from
her seat and ran like an arrow to her lover's side.

"Here, Dick!" she cried, as she clasped his hand in hers.

But Dick still stood irresolute; he was yet young to the more deplorable
necessities of war, and the thought of old Lady Brackley checked the
command upon his tongue. His own men became restive. Some of them cried
on him by name; others, of their own accord, began to shoot; and at the
first discharge poor Bennet bit the dust. Then Dick awoke.

"On!" he cried. "Shoot, boys, and keep to cover. England and York!"

But just then the dull beat of many horses on the snow suddenly arose in
the hollow ear of the night, and, with incredible swiftness, drew nearer
and swelled louder. At the same time, answering tuckets repeated and
repeated Hatch's call.

"Rally, rally!" cried Dick. "Rally upon me! Rally for your lives!"

But his men--afoot, scattered, taken in the hour when they had counted
on an easy triumph--began instead to give ground severally, and either
stood wavering or dispersed into the thickets. And when the first of the
horsemen came charging through the open avenues and fiercely riding
their steeds into the underwood, a few stragglers were overthrown or
speared among the brush, but the bulk of Dick's command had simply
melted at the rumour of their coming.

Dick stood for a moment, bitterly recognising the fruits of his
precipitate and unwise valour. Sir Daniel had seen the fire; he had
moved out with his main force, whether to attack his pursuers or to take
them in the rear if they should venture the assault. His had been
throughout the part of a sagacious captain; Dick's the conduct of an
eager boy. And here was the young knight, his sweetheart, indeed,
holding him tightly by the hand, but otherwise alone, his whole command
of men and horses dispersed in the night and the wide forest, like a
paper of pins in a hay barn.

"The saints enlighten me!" he thought. "It is well I was knighted for
this morning's matter; this doth me little honour."

And thereupon, still holding Joanna, he began to run.

The silence of the night was now shattered by the shouts of the men of
Tunstall, as they galloped hither and thither, hunting fugitives; and
Dick broke boldly through the underwood and ran straight before him like
a deer. The silver clearness of the moon upon the open snow increased,
by contrast, the obscurity of the thickets; and the extreme dispersion
of the vanquished led the pursuers into widely divergent paths. Hence,
in but a little while, Dick and Joanna paused, in a close covert, and
heard the sounds of the pursuit, scattering abroad, indeed, in all
directions, but yet fainting already in the distance.

"An I had but kept a reserve of them together," Dick cried bitterly, "I
could have turned the tables yet! Well, we live and learn; next time it
shall go better, by the rood."

"Nay, Dick," said Joanna, "what matters it? Here we are, together once
again."

He looked at her, and there she was--John Matcham, as of yore, in hose
and doublet. But now he knew her; now, even in that ungainly dress, she
smiled upon him, bright with love; and his heart was transported with
joy.

"Sweetheart," he said, "if ye forgive this blunderer, what care I? Make
we direct for Holywood; there lieth your good guardian and my better
friend, Lord Foxham. There shall we be wed; and whether poor or wealthy,
famous or unknown, what matters it? This day, dear love, I won my spurs;
I was commended by great men for my valour; I thought myself the
goodliest man of war in all broad England. Then, first, I fell out of my
favour with the great; and now I have been well thrashed, and clean lost
my soldiers. There was a downfall for conceit! But, dear, I care
not--dear, if ye still love me and will wed, I would have my knighthood
done away, and mind it not a jot."

"My Dick!" she cried. "And did they knight you?"

"Ay, dear, ye are my lady now," he answered fondly; "or ye shall, ere
noon to-morrow--will ye not?"

"That will I, Dick, with a glad heart," she answered.

"Ay, sir? Methought ye were to be a monk!" said a voice in their ears.

"Alicia!" cried Joanna.

"Even so," replied the young lady, coming forward. "Alicia, whom ye left
for dead, and whom your lion-driver found, and brought to life again,
and, by my sooth, made love to, if ye want to know."

"I'll not believe it," cried Joanna. "Dick!"

"Dick!" mimicked Alicia. "Dick, indeed!--Ay, fair sir, and ye desert
poor damsels in distress," she continued, turning to the young knight.
"Ye leave them planted behind oaks. But they say true--the age of
chivalry is dead."

"Madam," cried Dick in despair, "upon my soul I had forgotten you
outright. Madam, ye must try to pardon me. Ye see, I had new found
Joanna!"

"I did not suppose that ye had done it o' purpose," she retorted. "But I
will be cruelly avenged. I will tell a secret to my Lady Shelton--she
that is to be," she added, curtseying. "Joanna," she continued, "I
believe, upon my soul, your sweetheart is a bold fellow in a fight, but
he is, let me tell you plainly, the softest-hearted simpleton in
England. Go to--ye may do your pleasure with him! And now, fool
children, first kiss me, either one of you, for luck and kindness; and
then kiss each other just one minute by the glass, and not one second
longer; and then let us all three set forth for Holywood as fast as we
can stir; for these woods, methinks, are full of peril, and exceeding
cold."

"But did my Dick make love to you?" asked Joanna, clinging to her
sweetheart's side.

"Nay, fool girl," returned Alicia; "it was I made love to him. I offered
to marry him, indeed; but he bade me go marry with my likes. These were
his words. Nay, that I will say: he is more plain than pleasant. But
now, children, for the sake of sense, set forward. Shall we go once more
over the dingle, or push straight for Holywood?"

"Why," said Dick, "I would like dearly to get upon a horse; for I have
been sore mauled and beaten, one way and another, these last days, and
my poor body is one bruise. But how think ye? If the men, upon the alarm
of the fighting, had fled away, we should have gone about for nothing.
'Tis but some three short miles to Holywood direct; the bell hath not
beat nine; the snow is pretty firm to walk upon, the moon clear; how if
we went even as we are?"

"Agreed!" cried Alicia; but Joanna only pressed upon Dick's arm.

Forth, then, they went, through open leafless groves and down snow-clad
alleys, under the white face of the winter moon; Dick and Joanna walking
hand in hand and in a heaven of pleasure; and their light-minded
companion, her own bereavements heartily forgotten, followed a pace or
two behind, now rallying them upon their silence, and now drawing happy
pictures of their future and united lives.

Still, indeed, in the distance of the wood, the riders of Tunstall might
be heard urging their pursuit; and from time to time cries or the clash
of steel announced the shock of enemies. But in these young folk, bred
among the alarms of war, and fresh from such a multiplicity of dangers,
neither fear nor pity could be lightly wakened. Content to find the
sounds still drawing farther and farther away, they gave up their hearts
to the enjoyment of the hour, walking already, as Alicia put it, in a
wedding procession; and neither the rude solitude of the forest nor the
cold of the freezing night had any force to shadow or distract their
happiness.

At length, from a rising hill, they looked below them on the dell of
Holywood. The great windows of the forest abbey shone with torch and
candle; its high pinnacles and spires arose very clear and silent, and
the gold rood upon the topmost summit glittered brightly in the moon.
All about it, in the open glade, camp-fires were burning, and the ground
was thick with huts; and across the midst of the picture the frozen
river curved.

"By the mass," said Richard, "there are Lord Foxham's fellows still
encamped. The messenger hath certainly miscarried. Well, then, so
better. We have power at hand to face Sir Daniel."

But if Lord Foxham's men still lay encamped in the long holm at
Holywood, it was from a different reason from the one supposed by Dick.
They had marched, indeed, for Shoreby; but ere they were half-way
thither, a second messenger met them, and bade them return to their
morning's camp, to bar the road against Lancastrian fugitives, and to be
so much nearer to the main army of York. For Richard of Gloucester,
having finished the battle and stamped out his foes in that district,
was already on the march to rejoin his brother; and not long after the
return of my Lord Foxham's retainers, Crookback himself drew rein before
the abbey door. It was in honour of this august visitor that the windows
shone with lights; and at the hour of Dick's arrival with his sweetheart
and her friend, the whole ducal party was being entertained in the
refectory with the splendour of that powerful and luxurious monastery.

Dick, not quite with his good will, was brought before them. Gloucester,
sick with fatigue, sat leaning upon one hand his white and terrifying
countenance; Lord Foxham, half recovered from his wound, was in a place
of honour on his left.

"How, sir?" asked Richard. "Have ye brought me Sir Daniel's head?"

"My lord duke," replied Dick, stoutly enough, but with a qualm at heart,
"I have not even the good fortune to return with my command. I have
been, so please your grace, well beaten."

Gloucester looked upon him with a formidable frown.

"I gave you fifty lances,[3] sir," he said.

"My lord duke, I had but fifty men-at-arms," replied the young knight.

"How is this?" said Gloucester. "He did ask me fifty lances."

"May it please your grace," replied Catesby smoothly, "for a pursuit we
gave him but the horsemen."

"It is well," replied Richard, adding, "Shelton, ye may go."

"Stay!" said Lord Foxham. "This young man likewise had a charge from me.
It may be he hath better sped.--Say, Master Shelton, have ye found the
maid?"

"I praise the saints, my lord," said Dick, "she is in this house."

"Is it even so? Well, then, my lord the duke," resumed Lord Foxham,
"with your good will, to-morrow, before the army march, I do propose a
marriage. This young squire----"

"Young knight," interrupted Catesby.

"Say ye so, Sir William?" cried Lord Foxham.

"I did myself, and for good service, dub him knight," said Gloucester.
"He hath twice manfully served me. It is not valour of hands, it is a
man's mind of iron, that he lacks. He will not rise, Lord Foxham. 'Tis a
fellow that will fight indeed bravely in a mellay, but hath a capon's
heart. Howbeit, if he is to marry, marry him in the name of Mary, and be
done!"

"Nay, he is a brave lad--I know it," said Lord Foxham. "Content ye,
then, Sir Richard. I have compounded this affair with Master Hamley, and
to-morrow ye shall wed."

Whereupon Dick judged it prudent to withdraw; but he was not yet clear
of the refectory, when a man, but newly alighted at the gate, came
running four stairs at a bound, and brushing through the abbey servants,
threw himself on one knee before the duke.

"Victory, my lord," he cried.

And before Dick had got to the chamber set apart for him as Lord
Foxham's guest, the troops in the holm were cheering around their fires;
for upon that same day, not twenty miles away, a second crushing blow
had been dealt to the power of Lancaster.


FOOTNOTE:

  [3] Technically, the term "lance" included a not quite certain number
    of foot-soldiers attached to the man-at-arms.




CHAPTER VII

DICK'S REVENGE


The next morning Dick was afoot before the sun, and, having dressed
himself to the best advantage, with the aid of the Lord Foxham's
baggage, and got good reports of Joan, he set forth on foot to walk away
his impatience.

For some while he made rounds among the soldiery, who were getting to
arms in the wintry twilight of the dawn and by the red glow of torches;
but gradually he strolled farther afield, and at length passed clean
beyond the outpost, and walked alone in the frozen forest, waiting for
the sun.

His thoughts were both quiet and happy. His brief favour with the duke
he could not find it in his heart to mourn; with Joan to wife, and my
Lord Foxham for a faithful patron, he looked most happily upon the
future; and in the past he found but little to regret.

As he thus strolled and pondered, the solemn light of the morning grew
more clear, the east was already coloured by the sun, and a little
scathing wind blew up the frozen snow. He turned to go home; but even as
he turned, his eye lit upon a figure behind a tree.

"Stand!" he cried. "Who goes?"

The figure stepped forth and waved its hand like a dumb person. It was
arrayed like a pilgrim, the hood lowered over the face, but Dick, in an
instant, recognised Sir Daniel.

He strode up to him, drawing his sword; and the knight, putting his hand
in his bosom, as if to seize a hidden weapon, steadfastly awaited his
approach.

"Well, Dickon," said Sir Daniel, "how is it to be? Do ye make war upon
the fallen?"

"I made no war upon your life," replied the lad; "I was your true friend
until ye sought for mine; but ye have sought for it greedily."

"Nay--self-defence," replied the knight. "And now, boy, the news of this
battle, and the presence of yon crooked devil here in mine own wood,
have broken me beyond all help. I go to Holywood for sanctuary; thence
over-seas, with what I can carry, and to begin life again in Burgundy or
France."

"Ye may not go to Holywood," said Dick.

"How! May not?" asked the knight.

"Look ye, Sir Daniel, this is my marriage morn," said Dick; "and yon sun
that is to rise will make the brightest day that ever shone for me. Your
life is forfeit--doubly forfeit, for my father's death and your own
practices to meward. But I myself have done amiss; I have brought about
men's deaths; and upon this glad day I will be neither judge nor
hangman. An ye were the devil, I would not lay a hand on you. An ye were
the devil, ye might go where ye will for me. Seek God's forgiveness;
mine ye have freely. But to go on to Holywood is different. I carry arms
for York, and I will suffer no spy within their lines. Hold it, then,
for certain, if ye set one foot before another, I will uplift my voice
and call the nearest post to seize you."

"Ye mock me," said Sir Daniel. "I have no safety out of Holywood."

"I care no more," returned Richard. "I let you go east, west, or south;
north I will not. Holywood is shut against you. Go, and seek not to
return. For, once ye are gone, I will warn every post about this army,
and there will be so shrewd a watch upon all pilgrims that, once again,
were ye the very devil, ye would find it ruin to make the essay."

"Ye doom me," said Sir Daniel gloomily.

"I doom you not," returned Richard. "If it so please you to set your
valour against mine, come on; and though I fear it be disloyal to my
party, I will take the challenge openly and fully, fight you with mine
own single strength, and call for none to help me. So shall I avenge my
father, with a perfect conscience."

"Ay," said Sir Daniel, "y' have a long sword against my dagger."

"I rely upon Heaven only," answered Dick, casting his sword some way
behind him on the snow. "Now, if your ill-fate bids you, come; and,
under the pleasure of the Almighty, I make myself bold to feed your
bones to foxes."

"I did but try you, Dickon," returned the knight, with an uneasy
semblance of a laugh. "I would not spill your blood."

"Go, then, ere it be too late," replied Shelton. "In five minutes I will
call the post. I do perceive that I am too long-suffering. Had but our
places been reversed, I should have been bound hand and foot some
minutes past."

"Well, Dickon, I will go," replied Sir Daniel. "When we next meet, it
shall repent you that ye were so harsh."

And with these words, the knight turned and began to move off under the
trees. Dick watched him with strangely mingled feelings, as he went,
swiftly and warily, and ever and again turning a wicked eye upon the lad
who had spared him, and whom he still suspected.

There was upon one side of where he went a thicket strongly matted with
green ivy, and, even in its winter state, impervious to the eye. Herein,
all of a sudden, a bow sounded like a note of music. An arrow flew, and
with a great, choked cry of agony and anger, the Knight of Tunstall
threw up his hands and fell forward in the snow.

Dick bounded to his side and raised him. His face desperately worked;
his whole body was shaken by contorting spasms.

"Is the arrow black?" he gasped.

"It is black," replied Dick gravely.

And then, before he could add one word, a desperate seizure of pain
shook the wounded man from head to foot, so that his body leaped in
Dick's supporting arms, and with the extremity of that pang his spirit
fled in silence.

The young man laid him back gently on the snow and prayed for that
unprepared and guilty spirit, and as he prayed the sun came up at a
bound, and the robins began chirping in the ivy.

When he rose to his feet, he found another man upon his knees but a few
steps behind him, and, still with uncovered head, he waited until that
prayer also should be over. It took long; the man, with his head bowed
and his face covered with his hands, prayed like one in a great disorder
or distress of mind; and by the bow that lay beside him, Dick judged
that he was no other than the archer who had laid Sir Daniel low.

At length he also rose, and showed the countenance of Ellis Duckworth.

"Richard," he said, very gravely, "I heard you. Ye took the better part
and pardoned; I took the worse, and there lies the clay of mine enemy.
Pray for me."

And he wrung him by the hand.

"Sir," said Richard, "I will pray for you, indeed; though how I may
prevail I wot not. But if ye have so long pursued revenge, and find it
now of such a sorry flavour, bethink ye, were it not well to pardon
others? Hatch--he is dead, poor shrew! I would have spared a better; and
for Sir Daniel, here lies his body. But for the priest, if I might
anywise prevail, I would have you let him go."

A flash came into the eyes of Ellis Duckworth.

"Nay," he said, "the devil is still strong within me. But be at rest;
the Black Arrow flieth nevermore--the fellowship is broken. They that
still live shall come to their quiet and ripe end, in Heaven's good
time, for me; and for yourself, go where your better fortune calls you,
and think no more of Ellis."




CHAPTER VIII

CONCLUSION


About nine in the morning Lord Foxham was leading his ward, once more
dressed as befitted her sex, and followed by Alicia Risingham, to the
church of Holywood, when Richard Crookback, his brow already heavy with
cares, crossed their path and paused.

"Is this the maid?" he asked; and when Lord Foxham had replied in the
affirmative, "Minion," he added, "hold up your face until I see its
favour."

He looked upon her sourly for a little.

"Ye are fair," he said at last, "and, as they tell me, dowered. How if I
offered you a brave marriage, as became your face and parentage?"

"My lord duke," replied Joanna, "may it please your grace, I had rather
wed with Sir Richard."

"How so?" he asked harshly. "Marry but the man I name to you, and he
shall be my lord, and you my lady, before night. For Sir Richard, let me
tell you plainly, he will die Sir Richard."

"I ask no more of Heaven, my lord, than but to die Sir Richard's wife,"
returned Joanna.

"Look ye at that, my lord," said Gloucester, turning to Lord Foxham.
"Here be a pair for you. The lad, when for good services I gave him his
choice of my favour, chose but the grace of an old drunken shipman. I
did warn him freely, but he was stout in his besottedness. 'Here dieth
your favour,' said I: and he, my lord, with a most assured impertinence,
'Mine be the loss,' quoth he. It shall be so, by the rood!"

"Said he so?" cried Alicia. "Then well said, lion-driver!"

"Who is this?" asked the duke.

"A prisoner of Sir Richard's," answered Lord Foxham; "Mistress Alicia
Risingham."

"See that she be married to a sure man," said the duke.

"I had thought of my kinsman, Hamley, an it like your grace," returned
Lord Foxham. "He hath well served the cause."

"It likes me well," said Richard. "Let them be wedded speedily.--Say,
fair maid, will you wed?"

"My lord duke," said Alicia, "so as the man is straight--" And there, in
a perfect consternation, the voice died on her tongue.

"He is straight, my mistress," replied Richard calmly. "I am the only
crookback of my party; we are else passably well shapen.--Ladies, and
you, my lord," he added, with a sudden change to grave courtesy, "judge
me not too churlish if I leave you. A captain, in the time of war, hath
not the ordering of his hours."

And with a very handsome salutation he passed on, followed by his
officers.

"Alack," cried Alicia, "I am shent!"

"Ye know him not," replied Lord Foxham. "It is but a trifle; he hath
already clean forgot your words."

"He is, then, the very flower of knighthood," said Alicia.

"Nay, but he mindeth other things," returned Lord Foxham. "Tarry we no
more."

In the chancel they found Dick waiting, attended by a few young men; and
there were he and Joan united. When they came forth again, happy and yet
serious, into the frosty air and sunlight, the long flies of the army
were already winding forward up the road; already the Duke of
Gloucester's banner was unfolded and began to move from before the abbey
in a clump of spears; and behind it, girt by steel-clad knights, the
bold, black-hearted, and ambitious hunchback moved on towards his brief
kingdom and his lasting infamy. But the wedding party turned upon the
other side, and sat down, with sober merriment, to breakfast. The father
cellarer attended on their wants, and sat with them at table. Hamley,
all jealousy forgotten, began to ply the nowise loath Alicia with
courtship. And there, amid the sounding of tuckets and the clash of
armoured soldiery and horses continually moving forth, Dick and Joan sat
side by side, tenderly held hands, and looked, with ever growing
affection, in each other's eyes.

Thenceforth the dust and blood of that unruly epoch passed them by. They
dwelt apart from alarms in the green forest where their love began.

Two old men in the meanwhile enjoyed pensions in great prosperity and
peace, and with perhaps a superfluity of ale and wine, in Tunstall
hamlet. One had been all his life a shipman, and continued to the last
to lament his man Tom. The other, who had been a bit of everything,
turned in the end towards piety, and made a most religious death under
the name of Brother Honestus in the neighbouring abbey. So Lawless had
his will, and died a friar.




MARKHEIM




MARKHEIM


"Yes," said the dealer, "our windfalls are of various kinds. Some
customers are ignorant, and then I touch a dividend on my superior
knowledge. Some are dishonest," and here he held up the candle, so that
the light fell strongly on his visitor, "and in that case," he
continued, "I profit by my virtue."

Markheim had but just entered from the daylight streets, and his eyes
had not yet grown familiar with the mingled shine and darkness in the
shop. At these pointed words, and before the near presence of the flame,
he blinked painfully and looked aside.

The dealer chuckled. "You come to me on Christmas Day," he resumed,
"when you know that I am alone in my house, put up my shutters, and make
a point of refusing business. Well, you will have to pay for that; you
will have to pay for my loss of time, when I should be balancing my
books; you will have to pay, besides, for a kind of manner that I remark
in you to-day very strongly. I am the essence of discretion, and ask no
awkward questions; but when a customer cannot look me in the eye, he has
to pay for it." The dealer once more chuckled; and then, changing to his
usual business voice, though still with a note of irony, "You can give,
as usual, a clear account of how you came into the possession of the
object?" he continued. "Still your uncle's cabinet? A remarkable
collector, sir!"

And the little pale, round-shouldered dealer stood almost on tip-toe,
looking over the top of his gold spectacles, and nodding his head with
every mark of disbelief. Markheim returned his gaze with one of
infinite pity, and a touch of horror.

"This time," said he, "you are in error. I have not come to sell, but to
buy. I have no curios to dispose of; my uncle's cabinet is bare to the
wainscot; even were it still intact, I have done well on the Stock
Exchange, and should more likely add to it than otherwise, and my errand
to-day is simplicity itself. I seek a Christmas present for a lady," he
continued, waxing more fluent as he struck into the speech he had
prepared; "and certainly I owe you every excuse for thus disturbing you
upon so small a matter. But the thing was neglected yesterday; I must
produce my little compliment at dinner; and, as you very well know, a
rich marriage is not a thing to be neglected."

There followed a pause, during which the dealer seemed to weigh this
statement incredulously. The ticking of many clocks among the curious
lumber of the shop, and the faint rushing of the cabs in a near
thoroughfare, filled up the interval of silence.

"Well, sir," said the dealer, "be it so. You are an old customer after
all; and if, as you say, you have the chance of a good marriage, far be
it from me to be an obstacle.--Here is a nice thing for a lady now," he
went on, "this hand-glass--fifteenth-century, warranted; comes from a
good collection, too; but I reserve the name, in the interests of my
customer, who was just like yourself, my dear sir, the nephew and sole
heir of a remarkable collector."

The dealer, while he thus ran on in his dry and biting voice, had
stooped to take the object from its place; and, as he had done so, a
shock had passed through Markheim, a start both of hand and foot, a
sudden leap of many tumultuous passions to the face. It passed as
swiftly as it came, and left no trace beyond a certain trembling of the
hand that now received the glass.

"A glass," he said hoarsely, and then paused, and repeated it more
clearly. "A glass? For Christmas? Surely not?"

"And why not?" cried the dealer. "Why not a glass?"

Markheim was looking upon him with an indefinable expression. "You ask
me why not?" he said. "Why, look here--look in it--look at yourself! Do
you like to see it? No! nor I--nor any man."

The little man had jumped back when Markheim had so suddenly confronted
him with the mirror; but now, perceiving there was nothing worse on
hand, he chuckled. "Your future lady, sir, must be pretty hard
favoured," said he.

"I ask you," said Markheim, "for a Christmas present, and you give me
this--this damned reminder of years, and sins and follies--this
hand-conscience. Did you mean it? Had you a thought in your mind? Tell
me. It will be better for you if you do. Come, tell me about yourself. I
hazard a guess now, that you are in secret a very charitable man?"

The dealer looked closely at his companion. It was very odd, Markheim
did not appear to be laughing; there was something in his face like an
eager sparkle of hope, but nothing of mirth.

"What are you driving at?" the dealer asked.

"Not charitable?" returned the other gloomily. "Not charitable? not
pious; not scrupulous; unloving, unbeloved; a hand to get money, a safe
to keep it. Is that all? Dear God, man, is that all?"

"I will tell you what it is," began the dealer, with some sharpness, and
then broke off again into a chuckle. "But I see this is a love-match of
yours, and you have been drinking the lady's health."

"Ah!" cried Markheim, with a strange curiosity. "Ah, have you been in
love? Tell me about that."

"I," cried the dealer. "I in love! I never had the time, nor have I the
time to-day for all this nonsense.--Will you take the glass?"

"Where is the hurry?" returned Markheim. "It is very pleasant to stand
here talking; and life is so short and insecure that I would not hurry
away from any pleasure--no, not even from so mild a one as this. We
should rather cling, cling to what little we can get, like a man at a
cliff's edge. Every second is a cliff, if you think upon it--a cliff a
mile high--high enough, if we fall, to dash us out of every feature of
humanity. Hence it is best to talk pleasantly. Let us talk of each
other: why should we wear this mask? Let us be confidential. Who
knows?--we might become friends."

"I have just one word to say to you," said the dealer. "Either make your
purchase, or walk out of my shop!"

"True, true," said Markheim. "Enough fooling. To business. Show me
something else."

The dealer stooped once more, this time to replace the glass upon the
shelf, his thin blond hair falling over his eyes as he did so. Markheim
moved a little nearer, with one hand in the pocket of his greatcoat: he
drew himself up and filled his lungs; at the same time many different
emotions were depicted together on his face--terror, horror, and
resolve, fascination and a physical repulsion; and through a haggard
lift of his upper lip his teeth looked out.

"This, perhaps, may suit," observed the dealer: and then, as he began to
re-arise, Markheim bounded from behind upon his victim. The long,
skewer-like dagger flashed and fell. The dealer struggled like a hen,
striking his temple on the shelf, and then tumbled on the floor in a
heap.

Time had some score of small voices in that shop, some stately and slow,
as was becoming to their great age; others garrulous and hurried. All
these told out the seconds in an intricate chorus of tickings. Then the
passage of a lad's feet, heavily running on the pavement, broke in upon
these smaller voices and startled Markheim into the consciousness of his
surroundings. He looked about him awfully. The candle stood on the
counter, its flame solemnly wagging in a draught; and by that
inconsiderable movement the whole room was filled with noiseless bustle
and kept heaving like a sea: the tall shadows nodding, the gross blots
of darkness swelling and dwindling as with respiration, the faces of the
portraits and the china gods changing and wavering like images in water.
The inner door stood ajar, and peered into that leaguer of shadows with
a long slit of daylight like a pointing finger.

From these fear-stricken rovings Markheim's eyes returned to the body of
his victim, where it lay both humped and sprawling, incredibly small and
strangely meaner than in life. In these poor, miserly clothes, in that
ungainly attitude, the dealer lay like so much sawdust. Markheim had
feared to see it, and, lo! it was nothing. And yet, as he gazed, this
bundle of old clothes and pool of blood began to find eloquent voices.
There it must lie; there was none to work the cunning hinges or direct
the miracle of locomotion--there it must lie till it was found. Found!
ay, and then? Then would this dead flesh lift up a cry that would ring
over England, and fill the world with the echoes of pursuit. Ay, dead or
not, this was still the enemy. "Time was that when the brains were out,"
he thought; and the first word struck into his mind. Time, now that the
deed was accomplished--time, which had closed for the victim, had become
instant and momentous for the slayer.

The thought was yet in his mind when, first one and then another, with
every variety of pace and voice--one deep as the bell from a cathedral
turret, another ringing on its treble notes the prelude of a waltz--the
clocks began to strike the hour of three in the afternoon.

The sudden outbreak of so many tongues in that dumb chamber staggered
him. He began to bestir himself, going to and fro with the candle,
beleaguered by moving shadows, and startled to the soul by chance
reflections. In many rich mirrors, some of home design, some from Venice
or Amsterdam, he saw his face repeated and repeated, as it were an army
of spies; his own eyes met and detected him; and the sound of his own
steps, lightly as they fell, vexed the surrounding quiet. And still, as
he continued to fill his pockets, his mind accused him, with a sickening
iteration, of the thousand faults of his design. He should have chosen a
more quiet hour; he should have prepared an alibi; he should not have
used a knife; he should have been more cautious, and only bound and
gagged the dealer, and not killed him; he should have been more bold,
and killed the servant also; he should have done all things otherwise:
poignant regrets, weary, incessant toiling of the mind to change what
was unchangeable, to plan what was now useless, to be the architect of
the irrevocable past. Meanwhile, and behind all this activity, brute
terrors, like the scurrying of rats in a deserted attic, filled the more
remote chambers of his brain with riot; the hand of the constable would
fall heavy on his shoulder, and his nerves would jerk like a hooked
fish; or he beheld, in galloping defile, the dock, the prison, the
gallows, and the black coffin.

Terror of the people in the street sat down before his mind like a
besieging army. It was impossible, he thought, but that some rumour of
the struggle must have reached their ears and set on edge their
curiosity; and now, in all the neighbouring houses, he divined them
sitting motionless and with uplifted ear--solitary people, condemned to
spend Christmas dwelling alone on memories of the past, and now
startlingly recalled from that tender exercise; happy family parties,
struck into silence round the table, the mother still with raised
finger: every degree and age and humour, but all, by their own hearths,
prying and hearkening and weaving the rope that was to hang him.
Sometimes it seemed to him he could not move too softly; the clink of
the tall Bohemian goblets rang out loudly like a bell; and alarmed by
the bigness of the ticking, he was tempted to stop the clocks. And then,
again, with a swift transition of his terrors, the very silence of the
place appeared a source of peril, and a thing to strike and freeze the
passer-by; and he would step more boldly, and bustle aloud among the
contents of the shop, and imitate, with elaborate bravado, the
movements of a busy man at ease in his own house.

But he was now so pulled about by different alarms, that, while one
portion of his mind was still alert and cunning, another trembled on the
brink of lunacy. One hallucination in particular took a strong hold on
his credulity. The neighbour hearkening with white face beside his
window, the passer-by arrested by a horrible surmise on the
pavement--these could at worst suspect, they could not know; through the
brick walls and shuttered windows only sounds could penetrate. But here,
within the house, was he alone? He knew he was; he had watched the
servant set forth sweethearting, in her poor best, "out for the day"
written on every ribbon and smile. Yes, he was alone, of course; and
yet, in the bulk of empty house above him, he could surely hear a stir
of delicate footing--he was surely conscious, inexplicably conscious, of
some presence. Ay, surely; to every room and corner of the house his
imagination followed it; and now it was a faceless thing, and yet had
eyes to see with; and again it was a shadow of himself; and yet again
beheld the image of the dead dealer, reinspired with cunning and hatred.

At times, with a strong effort, he would glance at the open door which
still seemed to repel his eyes. The house was tall, the skylight small
and dirty, the day blind with fog; and the light that filtered down to
the ground story was exceedingly faint, and showed dimly on the
threshold of the shop. And yet, in that strip of doubtful brightness,
did there not hang wavering a shadow?

Suddenly, from the street outside, a very jovial gentleman began to beat
with a staff on the shop-door, accompanying his blows with shouts and
railleries in which the dealer was continually called upon by name.
Markheim, smitten into ice, glanced at the dead man. But no! he lay
quite still; he was fled away far beyond ear-shot of these blows and
shoutings; he was sunk beneath seas of silence; and his name, which
would once have caught his notice above the howling of a storm, had
become an empty sound. And presently the jovial gentleman desisted from
his knocking and departed.

Here was a broad hint to hurry what remained to be done, to get forth
from this accusing neighbourhood, to plunge into a bath of London
multitudes, and to reach, on the other side of day, that haven of safety
and apparent innocence--his bed. One visitor had come: at any moment
another might follow and be more obstinate. To have done the deed, and
yet not to reap the profit, would be too abhorrent a failure. The money,
that was now Markheim's concern; and as a means to that, the keys.

He glanced over his shoulder at the open door; where the shadow was
still lingering and shivering; and with no conscious repugnance of the
mind, yet with a tremor of the belly, he drew near the body of his
victim. The human character had quite departed. Like a suit half-stuffed
with bran, the limbs lay scattered, the trunk doubled, on the floor; and
yet the thing repelled him. Although so dingy and inconsiderable to the
eye, he feared it might have more significance to the touch. He took the
body by the shoulders and turned it on its back. It was strangely light
and supple, and the limbs, as if they had been broken, fell into the
oddest postures. The face was robbed of all expression; but it was as
pale as wax, and shockingly smeared with blood about one temple. That
was, for Markheim, the one displeasing circumstance. It carried him
back, upon the instant, to a certain fair-day in a fishers' village: a
grey day, a piping wind, a crowd upon the street, a blare of brasses,
the booming of drums, the nasal voice of a ballad-singer; and a boy
going to and fro, buried overhead in the crowd and divided between
interest and fear, until, coming out upon the chief place of concourse,
he beheld a booth and a great screen with pictures, dismally designed,
garishly coloured: Brownrigg with her apprentice; the Mannings with
their murdered guest; Weare in the death-grip of Thurtell; and a score
besides of famous crimes. The thing was as clear as an illusion; he was
once again that little boy; he was looking once again, and with the same
sense of physical revolt, at these vile pictures; he was still stunned
by the thumping of the drums. A bar of that day's music returned upon
his memory; and at that, for the first time, a qualm came over him, a
breath of nausea, a sudden weakness of the joints, which he must
instantly resist and conquer.

He judged it more prudent to confront than to flee from these
considerations; looking the more hardily in the dead face, bending his
mind to realise the nature and greatness of his crime. So little a while
ago that face had moved with every change of sentiment, that pale mouth
had spoken, that body had been all on fire with governable energies; and
now, and by his act, that piece of life had been arrested, as the
horologist, with interjected finger, arrests the beating of the clock.
So he reasoned in vain; he could rise to no more remorseful
consciousness; the same heart which had shuddered before the painted
effigies of crime looked on its reality unmoved. At best, he felt a
gleam of pity for one who had been endowed in vain with all those
faculties that can make the world a garden of enchantment, one who had
never lived and who was now dead. But of penitence, no, not a tremor.

With that, shaking himself clear of these considerations, he found the
keys and advanced towards the open door of the shop. Outside, it had
begun to rain smartly; and the sound of the shower upon the roof had
banished silence. Like some dripping cavern, the chambers of the house
were haunted by an incessant echoing, which filled the ear and mingled
with the ticking of the clocks. And, as Markheim approached the door, he
seemed to hear, in answer to his own cautious tread, the steps of
another foot withdrawing up the stair. The shadow still palpitated
loosely on the threshold. He threw a ton's weight of resolve upon his
muscles, and drew back the door.

The faint, foggy daylight glimmered dimly on the bare floor and stairs;
on the bright suit of armour posted, halbert in hand, upon the landing:
and on the dark wood-carvings, and framed pictures that hung against the
yellow panels of the wainscot. So loud was the beating of the rain
through all the house that, in Markheim's ears, it began to be
distinguished into many different sounds. Footsteps and sighs, the tread
of regiments marching in the distance, the chink of money in the
counting, and the creaking of doors held stealthily ajar, appeared to
mingle with the patter of the drops upon the cupola and the gushing of
the water in the pipes. The sense that he was not alone grew upon him to
the verge of madness. On every side he was haunted and begirt by
presences. He heard them moving in the upper chambers; from the shop he
heard the dead man getting to his legs; and as he began with a great
effort to mount the stairs, feet fled quietly before him and followed
stealthily behind. If he were but deaf, he thought, how tranquilly he
would possess his soul! And then again, and hearkening with ever fresh
attention, he blessed himself for that unresting sense which held the
outposts and stood a trusty sentinel upon his life. His head turned
continually on his neck; his eyes, which seemed starting from their
orbits, scouted on every side, and on every side were half-rewarded as
with the tail of something nameless vanishing. The four-and-twenty steps
to the first floor were four-and-twenty agonies.

On that first story, the doors stood ajar, three of them like three
ambushes, shaking his nerves like the throats of cannon. He could never
again, he felt, be sufficiently immured and fortified from men's
observing eyes; he longed to be home, girt in by walls, buried among
bed-clothes, and invisible to all but God. And at that thought he
wondered a little, recollecting tales of other murderers and the fear
they were said to entertain of heavenly avengers. It was not so, at
least, with him. He feared the laws of nature, lest, in their callous
and immutable procedure, they should preserve some damning evidence of
his crime. He feared tenfold more, with a slavish, superstitious
terror, some scission in the continuity of man's experience, some wilful
illegality of nature. He played a game of skill, depending on the rules,
calculating consequence from cause; and what if nature, as the defeated
tyrant overthrew the chess-board, should break the mould of their
succession? The like had befallen Napoleon (so writers said) when the
winter changed the time of its appearance. The like might befall
Markheim: the solid walls might become transparent and reveal his doings
like those of bees in a glass hive; the stout planks might yield under
his foot like quicksands and detain him in their clutch; ay, and there
were soberer accidents that might destroy him: if, for instance, the
house should fall and imprison him beside the body of his victim; or the
house next door should fly on fire, and the firemen invade him from all
sides. These things he feared; and, in a sense, these things might be
called the hands of God reached forth against sin. But about God Himself
he was at ease: his act was doubtless exceptional, but so were his
excuses, which God knew; it was there, and not among men, that he felt
sure of justice.

When he had got safe into the drawing-room, and shut the door behind
him, he was aware of a respite from alarms. The room was quite
dismantled, uncarpeted besides, and strewn with packing-cases and
incongruous furniture; several great pier-glasses, in which he beheld
himself at various angles, like an actor on a stage; many pictures,
framed and unframed, standing with their faces to the wall; a fine
Sheraton sideboard, a cabinet of marquetry, and a great old bed, with
tapestry hangings. The windows opened to the floor; but by great good
fortune the lower part of the shutters had been closed, and this
concealed him from the neighbours. Here, then, Markheim drew in a
packing-case before the cabinet, and began to search among the keys. It
was a long business, for there were many; and it was irksome besides;
for, after all, there might be nothing in the cabinet, and time was on
the wing. But the closeness of the occupation sobered him. With the
tail of his eye he saw the door--even glanced at it from time to time
directly, like a besieged commander, pleased to verify the good estate
of his defences. But in truth he was at peace. The rain falling in the
street sounded natural and pleasant. Presently, on the other side, the
notes of a piano were wakened to the music of a hymn, and the voices of
many children took up the air and words. How stately, how comfortable
was the melody! How fresh the youthful voices! Markheim gave ear to it
smilingly, as he sorted out the keys; and his mind was thronged with
answerable ideas and images; church-going children and the pealing of
the high organ; children afield, bathers by the brookside, ramblers on
the brambly common, kite-flyers in the windy and cloud-navigated sky;
and then, at another cadence of the hymn, back again to church, and the
somnolence of summer Sundays, and the high genteel voice of the parson
(which he smiled a little to recall) and the painted Jacobean tombs, and
the dim lettering of the Ten Commandments in the chancel.

And as he sat thus, at once busy and absent, he was startled to his
feet. A flash of ice, a flash of fire, a bursting gush of blood went
over him, and then he stood transfixed and thrilling. A step mounted the
stair slowly and steadily, and presently a hand was laid upon the knob,
and the lock clicked, and the door opened.

Fear held Markheim in a vice. What to expect he knew not, whether the
dead man walking, or the official ministers of human justice, or some
chance witness blindly stumbling in to consign him to the gallows. But
when a face was thrust into the aperture, glanced round the room, looked
at him, nodded and smiled as if in friendly recognition, and then
withdrew again, and the door closed behind it, his fear broke loose from
his control in a hoarse cry. At the sound of this the visitant returned.

"Did you call me?" he asked pleasantly, and with that he entered the
room and closed the door behind him.

Markheim stood and gazed at him with all his eyes. Perhaps there was a
film upon his sight, but the outlines of the new-comer seemed to change
and waver like those of the idols in the wavering candlelight of the
shop; and at times he thought he knew him; and at times he thought he
bore a likeness to himself; and always, like a lump of living terror,
there lay in his bosom the conviction that this thing was not of the
earth and not of God.

And yet the creature had a strange air of the commonplace, as he stood
looking on Markheim with a smile; and when he added: "You are looking
for the money, I believe?" it was in the tones of everyday politeness.

Markheim made no answer.

"I should warn you," resumed the other, "that the maid has left her
sweetheart earlier than usual and will soon be here. If Mr. Markheim be
found in this house, I need not describe to him the consequences."

"You know me?" cried the murderer.

The visitor smiled. "You have long been a favourite of mine," he said;
"and I have long observed and often sought to help you."

"What are you?" cried Markheim, "the devil?"

"What I may be," returned the other, "cannot affect the service I
propose to render you."

"It can," cried Markheim; "it does! Be helped by you? No, never; not by
you! You do not know me yet; thank God, you do not know me!"

"I know you," replied the visitant, with a sort of kind severity, or
rather firmness. "I know you to the soul."

"Know me!" cried Markheim. "Who can do so? My life is but a travesty and
slander on myself. I have lived to belie my nature. All men do; all men
are better than this disguise, that grows about and stifles them. You
see each dragged away by life, like one whom bravos have seized and
muffled in a cloak. If they had their own control--if you could see
their faces, they would be altogether different, they would shine out
for heroes and saints! I am worse than most; myself is more overlaid; my
excuse is known to me and God. But, had I the time, I could disclose
myself."

"To me?" inquired the visitant.

"To you before all," returned the murderer. "I supposed you were
intelligent. I thought--since you exist--you would prove a reader of the
heart. And yet you would propose to judge me by my acts! Think of it; my
acts! I was born and I have lived in a land of giants; giants have
dragged me by the wrists since I was born out of my mother--the giants
of circumstance. And you would judge me by my acts! But can you not look
within? Can you not understand that evil is hateful to me? Can you not
see within me the clear writing of conscience, never blurred by any
wilful sophistry, although too often disregarded? Can you not read me
for a thing that surely must be common as humanity--the unwilling
sinner?"

"All this is very feelingly expressed," was the reply, "but it regards
me not. These points of consistency are beyond my province, and I care
not in the least by what compulsion you may have been dragged away, so
as you are but carried in the right direction. But time flies; the
servant delays, looking in the faces of the crowd and at the pictures on
the hoardings, but still she keeps moving nearer; and remember, it is as
if the gallows itself was striding towards you through the Christmas
streets! Shall I help you; I, who know all? Shall I tell you where to
find the money?"

"For what price?" asked Markheim.

"I offer you the service for a Christmas gift," returned the other.

Markheim could not refrain from smiling with a kind of bitter triumph.
"No," said he, "I will take nothing at your hands; if I were dying of
thirst, and it was your hand that put the pitcher to my lips, I should
find the courage to refuse. It may be credulous, but I will do nothing
to commit myself to evil."

"I have no objection to a death-bed repentance," observed the visitant.

"Because you disbelieve their efficacy!" Markheim cried.

"I do not say so," returned the other; "but I look on these things from
a different side, and when the life is done my interest falls. The man
has lived to serve me, to spread black looks under colour of religion,
or to sow tares in the wheat-field, as you do, in a course of weak
compliance with desire. Now that he draws so near to his deliverance, he
can add but one act of service--to repent, to die smiling, and thus to
build up in confidence and hope the more timorous of my surviving
followers. I am not so hard a master. Try me. Accept my help. Please
yourself in life as you have done hitherto; please yourself more amply,
spread your elbows at the board; and when the night begins to fall and
the curtains to be drawn, I tell you, for your greater comfort, that you
will find it even easy to compound your quarrel with your conscience,
and to make a truckling peace with God. I came but now from such a
death-bed, and the room was full of sincere mourners, listening to the
man's last words: and when I looked into that face, which had been set
as a flint against mercy, I found it smiling with hope."

"And do you, then, suppose me such a creature?" asked Markheim. "Do you
think I have no more generous aspirations than to sin, and sin, and sin,
and, at the last, sneak into heaven? My heart rises at the thought. Is
this, then, your experience of mankind? or is it because you find me
with red hands that you presume such baseness? and is this crime of
murder indeed so impious as to dry up the very springs of good?"

"Murder is to me no special category," replied the other. "All sins are
murder, even as all life is war. I behold your race, like starving
mariners on a raft, plucking crusts out of the hands of famine and
feeding on each other's lives. I follow sins beyond the moment of their
acting; I find in all that the last consequence is death; and to my
eyes, the pretty maid who thwarts her mother with such taking graces on
a question of a ball, drips no less visibly with human gore than such a
murderer as yourself. Do I say that I follow sins? I follow virtues
also; they differ not by the thickness of a nail, they are both scythes
for the reaping angel of Death. Evil, for which I live, consists not in
action but in character. The bad man is dear to me; not the bad act,
whose fruits, if we could follow them far enough down the hurtling
cataract of the ages, might yet be found more blessed than those of the
rarest virtues. And it is not because you have killed a dealer, but
because you are Markheim, that I offer to forward your escape."

"I will lay my heart open to you," answered Markheim. "This crime on
which you find me is my last. On my way to it I have learned many
lessons; itself is a lesson, a momentous lesson. Hitherto I have been
driven with revolt to what I would not; I was a bond-slave to poverty,
driven and scourged. There are robust virtues that can stand in these
temptations; mine was not so: I had a thirst of pleasure. But to-day,
and out of this deed, I pluck both warning and riches--both the power
and a fresh resolve to be myself. I become in all things a free actor in
the world; I begin to see myself all changed, these hands the agents of
good, this heart at peace. Something comes over me out of the past;
something of what I have dreamed on Sabbath evenings to the sound of the
church organ, of what I forecast when I shed tears over noble books, or
talked, an innocent child, with my mother. There lies my life; I have
wandered a few years, but now I see once more my city of destination."

"You are to use this money on the Stock Exchange, I think?" remarked the
visitor; "and there, if I mistake not, you have already lost some
thousands."

"Ah," said Markheim, "but this time I have a sure thing."

"This time, again, you will lose," replied the visitor quietly.

"Ah, but I will keep back the half!" cried Markheim.

"That also you will lose," said the other.

The sweat started upon Markheim's brow. "Well, then, what matter?" he
exclaimed. "Say it be lost, say I am plunged again in poverty, shall one
part of me, and that the worse, continue until the end to override the
better? Evil and good run strong in me, haling me both ways. I do not
love the one thing, I love all. I can conceive great deeds,
renunciations, martyrdoms; and though I be fallen to such a crime as
murder, pity is no stranger to my thoughts. I pity the poor; who knows
their trials better than myself? I pity and help them; I prize love, I
love honest laughter; there is no good thing nor true thing on earth but
I love it from my heart. And are my vices only to direct my life, and my
virtues to lie without effect, like some passive lumber of the mind? Not
so; good, also, is the spring of acts."

But the visitant raised his finger. "For six-and-thirty years that you
have been in this world," said he, "through many changes of fortune and
varieties of humour, I have watched you steadily fall. Fifteen years ago
you would have started at a theft. Three years back you would have
blenched at the name of murder. Is there any crime, is there any cruelty
or meanness, from which you still recoil?--five years from now I shall
detect you in the fact! Downward, downward lies your way; nor can
anything but death avail to stop you."

"It is true," Markheim said huskily, "I have in some degree complied
with evil. But it is so with all: the very saints, in the mere exercise
of living, grow less dainty, and take on the tone of their
surroundings."

"I will propound to you one simple question," said the other; "and as
you answer, I shall read to you your moral horoscope. You have grown in
many things more lax; possibly you do right to be so; and at any
account, it is the same with all men. But granting that, are you in any
one particular, however trifling, more difficult to please with your own
conduct, or do you go in all things with a looser rein?"

"In any one?" repeated Markheim, with an anguish of consideration. "No,"
he added, with despair, "in none! I have gone down in all."

"Then," said the visitor, "content yourself with what you are, for you
will never change; and the words of your part on this stage are
irrevocably written down."

Markheim stood for a long while silent, and indeed it was the visitor
who first broke the silence. "That being so," he said, "shall I show you
the money?"

"And grace?" cried Markheim.

"Have you not tried it?" returned the other. "Two or three years ago,
did I not see you on the platform of revival meetings, and was not your
voice the loudest in the hymn?"

"It is true," said Markheim; "and I see clearly what remains for me by
way of duty. I thank you for these lessons from my soul; my eyes are
opened, and I behold myself at last for what I am."

At this moment, the sharp note of the door-bell rang through the house;
and the visitant, as though this were some concerted signal for which he
had been waiting, changed at once in his demeanour.

"The maid!" he cried. "She has returned, as I forewarned you, and there
is now before you one more difficult passage. Her master, you must say,
is ill; you must let her in, with an assured but rather serious
countenance--no smiles, no overacting, and I promise you success! Once
the girl within, and the door closed, the same dexterity that has
already rid you of the dealer will relieve you of this last danger in
your path. Thenceforward you have the whole evening--the whole night, if
needful--to ransack the treasures of the house and to make good your
safety. This is help that comes to you with the mask of danger. Up!" he
cried; "up, friend; your life hangs trembling in the scales: up, and
act!"

Markheim steadily regarded his counsellor. "If I be condemned to evil
acts," he said, "there is still one door of freedom open--I can cease
from action. If my life be an ill thing, I can lay it down. Though I be,
as you say truly, at the beck of every small temptation, I can yet, by
one decisive gesture, place myself beyond the reach of all. My love of
good is damned to barrenness; it may, and let it be! But I have still my
hatred of evil; and from that, to your galling disappointment, you shall
see that I can draw both energy and courage."

The features of the visitor began to undergo a wonderful and lovely
change: they brightened and softened with a tender triumph, and, even as
they brightened, faded and dislimned. But Markheim did not pause to
watch or understand the transformation. He opened the door and went
downstairs very slowly, thinking to himself. His past went soberly
before him; he beheld it as it was, ugly and strenuous like a dream,
random as chance-medley--a scene of defeat. Life, as he thus reviewed
it, tempted him no longer; but on the farther side he perceived a quiet
haven for his bark. He paused in the passage, and looked into the shop,
where the candle still burned by the dead body. It was strangely silent.
Thoughts of the dealer swarmed into his mind, as he stood gazing. And
then the bell once more broke out into impatient clamour.

He confronted the maid upon the threshold with something like a smile.

"You had better go for the police," said he: "I have killed your
master."




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