"What do you mean, man?"
"You can hang me."
"I hang thee, poor soul! Who did I ever hang, or hurt for a moment, if I could help it?"
"But the Earl may."
"He will neither hang nor hurt thee if thou wilt take this letter safely, and bring me back the answer safely."
"They will kill me."
"Who?"
"They," said Martin, pointing to the bower maidens,--young ladies of good family who stood round, chosen for their good looks, after the fashion of those times, to attend on great ladies. There was a cry of angry and contemptuous denial, not unmixed with something like laughter, which showed that Martin had but spoken the truth. Hereward, in spite of all his sins, was the darling of his mother"s bower; and there was not one of the damsels but would have done anything short of murder to have prevented Martin carrying the letter.
"Silence, man!" said Lady G.o.diva, so sternly that Martin saw that he had gone too far. "How know"st such as thou what is in this letter?"
"Those others will know," said Martin, sullenly, without answering the last question.
"Who?"
"His housecarles outside there."
"He has promised that they shall not touch thee. But how knowest thou what is in this letter?"
"I will take it," said Martin: he held out his hand, took it and looked at it, but upside down, and without any attempt to read it.
"His own mother," said he, after a while.
"What is that to thee?" said Lady G.o.diva, blushing and kindling.
"Nothing: I had no mother. But G.o.d has one!"
"What meanest thou, knave? Wilt thou take the letter or no?"
"I will take it." And he again looked at it without rising off his knee.
"His own father, too."
"What is that to thee, I say again?"
"Nothing: I have no father. But G.o.d"s Son has one!"
"What wilt thou, thou strange man?" asked she, puzzled and half-frightened; "and how camest thou to know what is in this letter?"
"Who does not know? A city that is set on a hill cannot be hid. On the fourth day from this I will be back."
And Martin rose, and putting the letter solemnly into the purse at his girdle, shot out of the door with clenched teeth, as a man upon a fixed purpose which it would lighten his heart to carry out. He ran rapidly through the large outer hall, past the long oak table, at which Hereward and his boon companions were drinking and roistering; and as he pa.s.sed the young lord he cast on him a look so full of meaning, that though Hereward knew not what the meaning was, it startled him, and for a moment softened him. Did this man who had sullenly avoided him for more than two years, whom he had looked on as a clod or a post in the field beneath his notice, since he could be of no use to him,--did this man still care for him?
Hereward had reason to know better than most that there was something strange and uncanny about the man. Did he mean him well? Or had he some grudge against him, which made him undertake this journey willingly and out of spite?--possibly with the will to make bad worse. For an instant Hereward"s heart misgave him. He would stop the letter at all risks. "Hold him!" he cried to his comrades.
But Martin turned to him, laid his finger on his lips, smiled kindly, and saying "You promised!" caught up a loaf from the table, slipped from among them like an eel, and darted out of the door, and out of the close. They followed him to the great gate, and there stopped, some cursing, some laughing. To give Martin Lightfoot a yard advantage was never to come up with him again. Some called for bows to bring him down with a parting shot. But Hereward forbade them; and stood leaning against the gate-post, watching him trot on like a lean wolf over the lawn, till he was lost in the great elm-woods which fringed the southern fen.
"Now, lads," said Hereward, "home with you all, and make your peace with your fathers. In this house you never drink ale again."
They looked at him, surprised.
"You are disbanded, my gallant army. As long as I could cut long thongs out of other men"s hides, I could feed you like earl"s sons: but now I must feed myself; and a dog over his bone wants no company. Outlawed I shall be before the week is out; and unless you wish to be outlawed too, you will obey orders, and home."
"We will follow you to the world"s end," cried some.
"To the rope"s end, lads: that is all you will get in my company. Go home with you, and those who feel a calling, let them turn monks; and those who have not, let them learn
"For to plough and to sow, And to reap and to mow, And to be a farmer"s boy."
Good night."
And he went in, and shut the great gates after him, leaving them astonished.
To take his advice, and go home, was the simplest thing to be done. A few of them on their return were soundly thrashed, and deserved it; a few were hidden by their mothers for a week, in hay-lofts and hen-roosts, till their father"s anger had pa.s.sed away. But only one turned monk or clerk, and that was Leofric the Unlucky, G.o.dson of the great earl, and poet-in-ordinary to the band.
The next morning at dawn Hereward mounted his best horse, armed himself from head to foot, and rode over to Peterborough.
When he came to the abbey-gate, he smote thereon with his lance-but, till the porter"s teeth rattled in his head for fear.
"Let me in!" he shouted. "I am Hereward Leofricsson. I must see my Uncle Brand."
"O my most gracious lord!" cried the porter, thrusting his head out of the wicket, "what is this that you have been doing to our Steward?"
"The t.i.the of what I will do, unless you open the gate!"
"O my lord!" said the porter, as he opened it, "if our Lady and St. Peter would but have mercy on your fair face, and convert your soul to the fear of G.o.d and man--"
"She would make me as good an old fool as you. Fetch my uncle, the Prior."
The porter obeyed. The son of Earl Leofric was as a young lion among the sheep in those parts; and few dare say him nay, certainly not the monks of Peterborough; moreover, the good porter could not help being strangely fond of Hereward--as was every one whom he did not insult, rob, or kill.
Out came Brand, a n.o.ble elder: more fit, from his eye and gait, to be a knight than a monk. He looked sadly at Hereward.
""Dear is bought the honey that is licked off the thorn," quoth Hending,"
said he.
"Hending bought his wisdom by experience, I suppose," said Hereward, "and so must I. So I am just starting out to see the world, uncle."
"Naughty, naughty boy! If we had thee safe here again for a week, we would take this hot blood out of thee, and send thee home in thy right mind."
"Bring a rod and whip me, then. Try, and you shall have your chance. Every one else has had, and this is the end of their labors."
"By the chains of St. Peter," quoth the monk, "that is just what thou needest. Hoist thee on such another fool"s back, truss thee up, and lay it on l.u.s.tily, till thou art ashamed. To treat thee as a man is only to make thee a more heady blown-up a.s.s than thou art already."