So, despite all her haughtiness and disdain, did these words startle the lofty Prophetess, that she remained gazing into s.p.a.ce long after that fearful apparition had vanished, and up from the gra.s.s, which those obscene steps had profaned, sprang the lark carolling.
But ere the sun had dispelled the dews on the forest sward, Hilda had recovered her wonted calm, and, locked within her own secret chamber, prepared the seid and the runes for the invocation of the dead.
CHAPTER VI.
Resolving, should the auguries consulted permit him to depart, to entrust Gurth with the charge of informing Edith, Harold parted from his betrothed, without hint of his suspended designs; and he pa.s.sed the day in making all preparations for his absence and his journey, promising Gurth to give his final answer on the morrow,--when either himself or his brother should depart for Rouen. But more and more impressed with the arguments of Gurth, and his own sober reason, and somewhat perhaps influenced by the forebodings of Edith (for that mind, once so const.i.tutionally firm, had become tremulously alive to such airy influences), he had almost predetermined to a.s.sent to his brother"s prayer, when he departed to keep his dismal appointment with the Morthwyrtha. The night was dim, but not dark; no moon shone, but the stars, wan though frequent, gleamed pale, as from the farthest deeps of the heaven; clouds grey and fleecy rolled slowly across the welkin, veiling and disclosing, by turns, the melancholy orbs.
The Morthwyrtha, in her dark dress, stood within the circle of stones. She had already kindled a fire at the foot of the bautastein, and its glare shone redly on the grey shafts; playing through their forlorn gaps upon the sward. By her side was a vessel, seemingly of pure water, filled from the old Roman fountain, and its clear surface flashed blood-red in the beams. Behind them, in a circle round both fire and water, were fragments of bark, cut in a peculiar form, like the head of an arrow, and inscribed with the mystic letters; nine were the fragments, and on each fragment were graved the runes. In her right hand the Morthwyrtha held her seid-staff, her feet were bare, and her loins girt by the Hunnish belt inscribed with mystic letters; from the belt hung a pouch or gipsire of bearskin, with plates of silver. Her face, as Harold entered the circle, had lost its usual calm--it was wild and troubled.
She seemed unconscious of Harold"s presence, and her eye fixed and rigid, was as that of one in a trance. Slowly, as if constrained by some power not her own, she began to move round the ring with a measured pace, and at last her voice broke low, hollow, and internal, into a rugged chaunt, which may be thus imperfectly translated-- "By the Urdar-fount dwelling, Day by day from the rill, The Nornas besprinkle The ash Ygg-dra.s.sill, [181] The hart bites the buds, And the snake gnaws the root, But the eagle all-seeing Keeps watch on the fruit.
These drops on thy tomb From the fountain I pour; With the rune I invoke thee, With flame I restore. Dread Father of men, In the land of thy grave, Give voice to the Vala, And light to the Brave."
As she thus chaunted, the Morthwyrtha now sprinkled the drops from the vessel over the bautastein,--now, one by one, cast the fragments of bark scrawled with runes on the fire. Then, whether or not some glutinous or other chemical material had been mingled in the water, a pale gleam broke from the gravestone thus sprinkled, and the whole tomb glistened in the light of the leaping fire. From this light a mist or thin smoke gradually rose, and took, though vaguely, the outline of a vast human form. But so indefinite was the outline to Harold"s eye, that gazing on it steadily, and stilling with strong effort his loud heart, he knew not whether it was a phantom or a vapour that he beheld.
The Vala paused, leaning on her staff, and gazing in awe on the glowing stone, while the Earl, with his arms folded on his broad breast, stood hushed and motionless. The sorceress recommenced: "Mighty dead, I revere thee, Dim-shaped from the cloud, With the light of thy deeds For the web of thy shroud.
As Odin consulted Mimir"s skull hollow-eyed, [182] Odin"s heir comes to seek In the Phantom a guide."
As the Morthwyrtha ceased, the fire crackled loud, and from its flame flew one of the fragments of bark to the feet of the sorceress:--the runic letters all indented with sparks.
The sorceress uttered a loud cry, which, despite his courage and his natural strong sense, thrilled through the Earl"s heart to his marrow and bones, so appalling was it with wrath and terror; and while she gazed aghast on the blazing letters, she burst forth: "No warrior art thou, And no child of the tomb; I know thee, and shudder, Great Asa of Doom.
Thou constrainest my lips And thou crushest my spell; Bright Son of the Giant Dark Father of h.e.l.l!" [183]
The whole form of the Morthwyrtha then became convulsed and agitated, as if with the tempest of frenzy; the foam gathered to her lips, and her voice rang forth like a shriek: "In the Iron Wood rages The Weaver of Harm, The giant Blood-drinker Hag-born MANAGARM. [184]
A keel nears the shoal; From the slime and the mud Crawl the newt and the adder, The sp.a.w.n the of flood.
Thou stand"st on the rock Where the dreamer beheld thee. O soul, spread thy wings, Ere the glamour hath spell"d thee.
O, dread is the tempter, And strong the control; But conquer"d the tempter, If firm be the soul"
The Vala paused; and though it was evident that in her frenzy she was still unconscious of Harold"s presence, and seemed but to be the compelled and pa.s.sive voice to some Power, real or imaginary, beyond her own existence, the proud man approached, and said: "Firm shall be my soul, nor of the dangers which beset it would I ask the dead or the living. If plain answers to mortal sense can come from these airy shadows or these mystic charms, reply, O interpreter of fate; reply but to the questions I demand. If I go to the court of the Norman, shall I return unscathed?"
The Vala stood rigid as a shape of stone while Harold thus spoke; and her voice came so low and strange as if forced from her scarce-moving lips: "Thou shalt return unscathed."
"Shall the hostages of G.o.dwin, my father, be released"
"The hostages of G.o.dwin shall be released," answered the same voice; "the hostages of Harold be retained."
"Wherefore hostage from me?"
"In pledge of alliance with the Norman."
"Ha! then the Norman and Harold shall plight friendship and troth?"
"Yes!" answered the Vala; but this time a visible shudder pa.s.sed over her rigid form.
"Two questions more, and I have done. The Norman priests have the ear of the Roman Pontiff. Shall my league with William the Norman avail to win me my bride?"
"It will win thee the bride thou wouldst never have wedded but for thy league with William the Norman. Peace with thy questions, peace!" continued the voice, trembling as with some fearful struggle; "for it is the demon that forces my words, and they wither my soul to speak them."
"But one question more remains; shall I live to wear the crown of England; and if so, when shall I be a king?"
At these words the face of the Prophetess kindled, the fire suddenly leapt up higher and brighter; again, vivid sparks lighted the runes on the fragments of bark that were shot from the flame; over these last the Morthwyrtha bowed her head, and then, lifting it, triumphantly burst once more into song.
"When the Wolf Month [185], grim and still, Heaps the snow-ma.s.s on the hill; When, through white air, sharp and bitter, Mocking sunbeams freeze and glitter; When the ice-gems, bright and barbed, Deck the boughs the leaves had garbed Then the measure shall be meted, And the circle be completed. Cerdic"s race, the Thor-descended, In the Monk-king"s tomb be ended; And no Saxon brow but thine Wear the crown of Woden"s line.
Where thou wendest, wend unfearing, Every step thy throne is nearing. Fraud may plot, and force a.s.sail thee,-- Shall the soul thou trusteth fail thee? If it fail thee, scornful hearer, Still the throne shines near and nearer. Guile with guile oppose, and never Crown and brow shall Force dissever: Till the dead men unforgiving Loose the war steeds on the living; Till a sun whose race is ending Sees the rival stars contending; Where the dead men, unforgiving, Wheel the war steeds round the living.
Where thou wendest, wend unfearing; Every step thy throne is nearing. Never shall thy House decay, Nor thy sceptre pa.s.s away, While the Saxon name endureth In the land thy throne secureth; Saxon name and throne together, Leaf and root, shall wax and wither; So the measure shall be meted, And the circle close completed.
Art thou answer"d, dauntless seeker? Go, thy bark shall ride the breaker, Every billow high and higher, Waft thee up to thy desire; And a force beyond thine own, Drift and strand thee on the throne.
When the Wolf Month, grim and still, Piles the snow-ma.s.s on the hill, In the white air sharp and bitter Shall thy kingly sceptre glitter: When the ice-gems barb the bough Shall the jewels clasp thy brow; Winter-wind, the oak uprending, With the altar-anthem blending; Wind shall howl, and mone shall sing, "Hail to Harold--HAIL THE KING!""
An exultation that seemed more than human, so intense it was and so solemn,--thrilled in the voice which thus closed predictions that seemed signally to belie the more vague and menacing warnings with which the dreary incantation had commenced. The Morthwyrtha stood erect and stately, still gazing on the pale blue flame that rose from the burial stone, still slowly the flame waned and paled, and at last died with a sudden flicker, leaving the grey tomb standing forth all weatherworn and desolate, while a wind rose from the north and sighed through the roofless columns. Then as the light over the grave expired, Hilda gave a deep sigh, and fell to the ground senseless.
Harold lifted his eyes towards the stars and murmured: "If it be a sin, as the priests say, to pierce the dark walls which surround us here, and read the future in the dim world beyond, why gavest thou, O Heaven, the reason, ever resting, save when it explores? Why hast thou set in the heart the mystic Law of Desire, ever toiling to the High, ever grasping at the Far?"
Heaven answered not the unquiet soul. The clouds pa.s.sed to and fro in their wanderings, the wind still sighed through the hollow stones, the fire shot with vain sparks towards the distant stars. In the cloud and the wind and the fire couldst thou read no answer from Heaven, unquiet soul?
The next day, with a gallant company, the falcon on his wrist [186], the sprightly hound gamboling before his steed, blithe of heart and high in hope, Earl Harold took his way to the Norman court.
BOOK IX.
THE BONES OF THE DEAD.
CHAPTER I.
William, Count of the Normans, sate in a fair chamber of his palace of Rouen; and on the large table before him were ample evidences of the various labours, as warrior, chief, thinker, and statesman, which filled the capacious breadth of that sleepless mind.
There lay a plan of the new port of Cherbourg, and beside it an open MS. of the Duke"s favourite book, the Commentaries of Caesar, from which, it is said, he borrowed some of the tactics of his own martial science; marked, and dotted, and interlined with his large bold handwriting, were the words of the great Roman. A score or so of long arrows, which had received some skilful improvement in feather or bolt, lay carelessly scattered over some architectural sketches of a new Abbey Church, and the proposed charter for its endowment. An open cyst, of the beautiful workmanship for which the English goldsmiths were then pre-eminently renowned, that had been among the parting gifts of Edward, contained letters from the various potentates near and far, who sought his alliance or menaced his repose.
On a perch behind him sate his favourite Norway falcon unhooded, for it had been taught the finest polish in its dainty education--viz., "to face company undisturbed." At a kind of easel at the farther end of the hall, a dwarf, misshapen in limbs, but of a face singularly acute and intelligent, was employed in the outline of that famous action at Val des Dunes, which had been the scene of one of the most brilliant of William"s feats in arms--an outline intended to be transferred to the notable "st.i.tchwork" of Matilda the d.u.c.h.ess.
Upon the floor, playing with a huge boar-hound of English breed, that seemed but ill to like the play, and every now and then snarled and showed his white teeth, was a young boy, with something of the Duke"s features, but with an expression more open and less sagacious; and something of the Duke"s broad build of chest and shoulder, but without promise of the Duke"s stately stature, which was needed to give grace and dignity to a strength otherwise c.u.mbrous and graceless. And indeed, since William"s visit to England, his athletic shape had lost much of its youthful symmetry, though not yet deformed by that corpulence which was a disease almost as rare in the Norman as the Spartan.
Nevertheless, what is a defect in the gladiator is often but a beauty in the prince; and the Duke"s large proportions filled the eye with a sense both of regal majesty and physical power. His countenance, yet more than his form, showed the work of time; the short dark hair was worn into partial baldness at the temples by the habitual friction of the casque, and the constant indulgence of wily stratagem and ambitious craft had deepened the wrinkles round the plotting eye and the firm mouth: so that it was only by an effort like that of an actor, that his aspect regained the knightly and n.o.ble frankness it had once worn. The accomplished prince was no longer, in truth, what the bold warrior had been,--he was greater in state and less in soul. And already, despite all his grand qualities as a ruler, his imperious nature had betrayed signs of what he (whose const.i.tutional sternness the Norman freemen, not without effort, curbed into the limits of justice) might become, if wider scope were afforded to his fiery pa.s.sions and unsparing will.
Before the Duke, who was leaning his chin on his hand, stood Mallet de Graville, speaking earnestly, and his discourse seemed both to interest and please his lord.
"Eno"!" said William, "I comprehend the nature of the land and its men,--a land that, untaught by experience, and persuaded that a peace of twenty or thirty years must last till the crack of doom, neglects all its defences, and has not one fort, save Dover, between the coast and the capital,--a land which must be won or lost by a single battle, and men (here the Duke hesitated,) and men," he resumed with a sigh, "whom it will be so hard to conquer that, pardex, I don"t wonder they neglect their fortresses. Enough I say, of them. Let us return to Harold,--thou thinkest, then, that he is worthy of his fame?"
"He is almost the only Englishman I have seen," answered De Graville, "who hath received scholarly rearing and nurture; and all his faculties are so evenly balanced, and all accompanied by so composed a calm, that methinks, when I look at and hear him, I contemplate some artful castle,--the strength of which can never be known at the first glance, nor except by those who a.s.sail it."
"Thou art mistaken, Sire de Graville," said the Duke, with a shrewd and cunning twinkle of his luminous dark eyes. "For thou tellest me that he hath no thought of my pretensions to the English throne,--that he inclines willingly to thy suggestions to come himself to my court for the hostages,--that, in a word, he is not suspicious."
"Certes, he is not suspicious," returned Mallet.
"And thinkest thou that an artful castle were worth much without warder or sentry,--or a cultivated mind strong and safe, without its watchman,--Suspicion?"
"Truly, my lord speaks well and wisely," said the knight, startled; "but Harold is a man thoroughly English, and the English are a gens the least suspecting of any created thing between an angel and a sheep."
William laughed aloud. But his laugh was checked suddenly; for at that moment a fierce yell smote his ears, and looking hastily up, he saw his hound and his son rolling together on the ground, in a grapple that seemed deadly. William sprang to the spot; but the boy, who was then under the dog, cried out, "Laissez aller! Laissez aller! no rescue! I will master my own foe;" and, so saying, with a vigorous effort he gained his knee, and with both hands griped the hound"s throat, so that the beast twisted in vain, to and fro, with gnashing jaws, and in another minute would have panted out its last.
"I may save my good hound now," said William, with the gay smile of his earlier days, and, though not without some exertion of his prodigious strength, he drew the dog from his son"s grasp.
"That was ill done, father," said Robert, surnamed even then the Courthose, "to take part with thy son"s foe."
"But my son"s foe is thy father"s property, my vaillant," said the Duke; "and thou must answer to me for treason in provoking quarrel and feud with my own fourfooted vavasour."
"It is not thy property, father; thou gavest the dog to me when a whelp."
"Fables, Monseigneur de Courthose; I lent it to thee but for a day, when thou hadst put out thine ankle bone in jumping off the rampire; and all maimed as thou went, thou hadst still malice enow in thee to worry the poor beast into a fever."
"Give or lent, it is the same thing, father; what I have once, that will I hold, as thou didst before me, in thy cradle."
Then the great Duke, who in his own house was the fondest and weakest of men, was so doltish and doting as to take the boy in his arms and kiss him, nor, with all his far-sighted sagacity, deemed he that in that kiss lay the seed of the awful curse that grew up from a father"s agony; to end in a son"s misery and perdition.
Even Mallet de Graville frowned at the sight of the sire"s infirmity, --even Turold the dwarf shook his head. At that moment an officer entered, and announced that an English n.o.bleman, apparently in great haste (for his horse had dropped down dead as he dismounted), had arrived at the palace, and craved instant audience of the Duke. William put down the boy, gave the brief order for the stranger"s admission, and, punctilious in ceremonial, beckoning De Graville to follow him, pa.s.sed at once into the next chamber, and seated himself on his chair of state.
In a few moments one of the seneschals of the palace ushered in a visitor, whose long moustache at once proclaimed him Saxon, and in whom De Graville with surprise recognised his old friend, G.o.drith. The young thegn, with a reverence more hasty than that to which William was accustomed, advanced to the foot of the days, and, using the Norman language, said, in a voice thick with emotion: "From Harold the Earl, greeting to thee, Monseigneur. Most foul and unchristian wrong hath been done the Earl by thy liegeman, Guy, Count of Ponthieu. Sailing hither in two barks from England, with intent to visit thy court, storm and wind drove the Earl"s vessels towards the mouth of the Somme [187]; there landing, and without fear, as in no hostile country, he and his train were seized by the Count himself, and cast into prison in the castle of Belrem [188]. A dungeon fit but for malefactors holds, while I speak, the first lord of England, and brother-in-law to its king. Nay, hints of famine, torture, and death itself, have been darkly thrown out by this most disloyal count, whether in earnest, or with the base view of heightening ransom. At length, wearied perhaps by the Earl"s firmness and disdain, this traitor of Ponthieu hath permitted me in the Earl"s behalf to bear the message of Harold. He came to thee as to a prince and a friend; sufferest thou thy liegeman to detain him as a thief or a foe?"
"n.o.ble Englishman," replied William, gravely, "this is a matter more out of my cognisance than thou seemest to think. It is true that Guy, Count of Ponthieu, holds fief under me, but I have no control over the laws of his realm. And by those laws, he hath right of life and death over all stranded and waifed on his coast. Much grieve I for the mishap of your famous Earl, and what I can do, I will; but I can only treat in this matter with Guy as prince with prince, not as lord to va.s.sal. Meanwhile I pray you to take rest and food; and I will seek prompt counsel as to the measures to adopt."
The Saxon"s face showed disappointment and dismay at this answer, so different from what he had expected; and he replied with the natural honest bluntness which all his younger affection of Norman manners had never eradicated: "Food will I not touch, nor wine drink, till thou, Lord Count, hast decided what help, as n.o.ble to n.o.ble, Christian to Christian, man to man, thou givest to him who has come into this peril solely from his trust in thee."
"Alas!" said the grand dissimulator, "heavy is the responsibility with which thine ignorance of our land, laws, and men would charge me. If I take but one false step in this matter, woe indeed to thy lord! Guy is hot and haughty, and in his droits; he is capable of sending me the Earl"s head in reply to too dure a request for his freedom. Much treasure and broad lands will it cost me, I fear, to ransom the Earl. But be cheered; half my duchy were not too high a price for thy lord"s safety. Go, then, and eat with a good heart, and drink to the Earl"s health with a hopeful prayer."
"And it please you, my lord," said De Graville, "I know this gentle thegn, and will beg of you the grace to see to his entertainment, and sustain his spirits."
"Thou shalt, but later; so n.o.ble a guest none but my chief seneschal should be the first to honour." Then turning to the officer in waiting, he bade him lead the Saxon to the chamber tenanted by William Fitzosborne (who then lodged within the palace), and committed him to that Count"s care.
As the Saxon sullenly withdrew, and as the door closed on him, William rose and strode to and fro the room exultingly.
"I have him! I have him!" he cried aloud; "not as free guest, but as ransomed captive. I have him--the Earl!--I have him! Go, Mallet, my friend, now seek this sour-looking Englishman; and, hark thee! fill his ear with all the tales thou canst think of as to Guy"s cruelty and ire. Enforce all the difficulties that lie in my way towards the Earl"s delivery. Great make the danger of the Earl"s capture, and vast all the favour of release. Comprehendest thou?"
"I am Norman, Monseigneur," replied De Graville, with a slight smile; "and we Normans can make a short mantle cover a large s.p.a.ce. You will not be displeased with my address."
"Go then--go," said William, "and send me forthwith--Lanfranc--no, hold--not Lanfranc, he is too scrupulous; Fitzosborne--no, too haughty. Go, first, to my brother, Odo of Bayeux, and pray him to seek me on the instant."
The knight bowed and vanished, and William continued to pace the room, with sparkling eyes and murmuring lips.
CHAPTER II.
Not till after repeated messages, at first without talk of ransom and in high tone, affected, no doubt, by William to spin out the negotiations, and augment the value of his services, did Guy of Ponthieu consent to release his ill.u.s.trious captive,--the guerdon, a large sum and un bel maneir [189] on the river Eaulne. But whether that guerdon were the fair ransom fee, or the price for concerted snare, no man now can say, and sharper than ours the wit that forms the more likely guess. These stipulations effected, Guy himself opened the doors of the dungeon; and affecting to treat the whole matter as one of law and right, now happily and fairly settled, was as courteous and debonnair as he had before been dark and menacing.
He even himself, with a brilliant train, accompanied Harold to the Chateau d"Eu [190], whither William journeyed to give him the meeting; and laughed with a gay grace at the Earl"s short and scornful replies to his compliments and excuses. At the gates of this chateau, not famous, in after times, for the good faith of its lords, William himself, laying aside all the pride of etiquette which he had established at his court, came to receive his visitor; and aiding him to dismount embraced him cordially, amidst a loud fanfaron of fifes and trumpets.
The flower of that glorious n.o.bility, which a few generations had sufficed to rear out of the lawless pirates of the Baltic, had been selected to do honour alike to guest and host.
There were Hugo de Montfort and Roger de Beaumont, famous in council as in the field, and already grey with fame. There was Henri, Sire de Ferrers, whose name is supposed to have arisen from the vast forges that burned around his castle, on the anvils of which were welded the arms impenetrable in every field. There was Raoul de Tancarville, the old tutor of William, hereditary Chamberlain of the Norman Counts; and Geoffroi de Mandeville, and Tonstain the Fair, whose name still preserved, amidst the general corruption of appellations, the evidence of his Danish birth; and Hugo de Grantmesnil, lately returned from exile; and Humphrey de Bohun, whose old castle in Carcutan may yet be seen; and St. John, and Lacie, and D"Aincourt, of broad lands between the Maine and the Oise; and William de Montfichet, and Roger, nicknamed "BiG.o.d," and Roger de Mortemer; and many more, whose fame lives in another land than that of Neustria! There, too, were the chief prelates and abbots of a church that since William"s accession had risen into repute with Rome and with Learning, unequalled on this side the Alps; their white aubes over their gorgeous robes; Lanfranc, and the Bishop of Coutance, and the Abbot of Bec, and foremost of all in rank, but not in learning, Odo of Bayeux.
So great the a.s.semblage of Quens and prelates, that there was small room in the courtyard for the lesser knights and chiefs, who yet hustled each other, with loss of Norman dignity, for a sight of the lion which guarded England. And still, amidst all those men of mark and might, Harold, simple and calm, looked as he had looked on his war-ship in the Thames, the man who could lead them all!
From those, indeed, who were fortunate enough to see him as he pa.s.sed up by the side of William, as tall as the Duke, and no less erect--of far slighter bulk, but with a strength almost equal, to a practised eye, in his compacter symmetry and more supple grace,--from those who saw him thus, an admiring murmur rose; for no men in the world so valued and cultivated personal advantages as the Norman knighthood.
Conversing easily with Harold, and well watching him while he conversed, the Duke led his guest into a private chamber in the third floor [191] of the castle, and in that chamber were Haco and Wolnoth.
"This, I trust, is no surprise to you," said the Duke, smiling; "and now I shall but mar your commune." So saying, he left the room, and Wolnoth rushed to his brother"s arms, while Haco, more timidly, drew near and touched the Earl"s robe.
As soon as the first joy of the meeting was over, the Earl said to Haco, whom he had drawn to his breast with an embrace as fond as that bestowed on Wolnoth: "Remembering thee a boy, I came to say to thee, "Be my son;" but seeing thee a man, I change the prayer;--supply thy father"s place, and be my brother! And thou, Wolnoth, hast thou kept thy word to me? Norman is thy garb, in truth; is thy heart still English?"
"Hist!" whispered Haco; "hist! We have a proverb, that walls have ears."
"But Norman walls can hardly understand our broad Saxon of Kent, I trust," said Harold, smiling, though with a shade on his brow.
"True; continue to speak Saxon," said Haco, "and we are safe."
"Safe!" echoed Harold.