"Torfrida," said Hereward that night, "kiss me well; for you will not kiss me again for a while."
"What?"
"I am going to England to-morrow."
"Alone?"
"Alone. I and Martin to spy out the land; and a dozen or so of housecarles to take care of the ship in harbor."
"But you have promised to fight the Viscount of Pinkney."
"I will be back again in time for him. Not a word,--I must go to England, or go mad."
"But Countess Gyda? Who will squire her to Bruges?"
"You, and the rest of my men. You must tell her all. She has a woman"s heart, and will understand. And tell Baldwin I shall be back within the month, if I am alive on land or water."
"Hereward, Hereward, the French will kill you!"
"Not while I have your armor on. Peace, little fool! Are you actually afraid for Hereward at last?"
"O heavens! when am I not afraid for you!" and she cried herself to sleep upon his bosom. But she knew that it was the right, and knightly, and Christian thing to do.
Two days after, a long ship ran out of Calais, and sailed away north and east.
CHAPTER XIX.
HOW HEREWARD CLEARED BOURNE OF FRENCHMEN.
It may have been well, a week after, that Hereward rode from the direction of Boston, with Martin running at his heels.
As Hereward rode along the summer wold the summer sun sank low, till just before it went down he came to an island of small enclosed fields, high banks, elm-trees, and a farm inside; one of those most ancient holdings of the South and East Counts, still to be distinguished, by their huge banks and dikes full of hedgerow timber, from the more modern corn-lands outside, which were in Hereward"s time mostly common pasture-lands.
"This should be Azerdun," said he; "and there inside, as I live, stands Azer getting in his crops. But who has he with him?"
With the old man were some half-dozen men of his own rank; some helping the serfs with might and main; one or two standing on the top of the banks, as if on the lookout; but all armed _cap-a-pie_.
"His friends are helping him to get them in," quoth Martin, "for fear of the rascally Normans. A pleasant and peaceable country we have come back to."
"And a very strong fortress are they holding," said Hereward, "against either Norman hors.e.m.e.n or Norman arrows. How to dislodge those six fellows without six times their number, I do not see. It is well to recollect that."
And so he did; and turned to use again and again, in after years, the strategetic capabilities of an old-fashioned English farm.
Hereward spurred his horse up to the nearest gate, and was instantly confronted by a little fair-haired man, as broad as he was tall, who heaved up a long "twybill," or double axe, and bade him, across the gate, go to a certain place.
"Little Winter, little Winter, my chuck, my darling, my mad fellow, my brother-in-arms, my brother in robbery and murder, are you grown so honest in your old age that you will not know Hereward the wolfs-head?"
"Hereward!" shrieked the doughty little man. "I took you for an accursed Norman in those outlandish clothes;" and lifting up no little voice, he shouted,--
"Hereward is back, and Martin Lightfoot at his heels!"
The gate was thrown open, and Hereward all but pulled off his horse. He was clapped on the back, turned round and round, admired from head to foot, shouted at by old companions of his boyhood, naughty young housecarles of his old troop, now settled down into honest thriving yeomen, hard working and hard fighting, who had heard again and again, with pride, of his doughty doings over sea. There was Winter, and Gwenoch, and Gery, Hereward"s cousin,--ancestor, it may be, of the ancient and honorable house of that name, and of those parts; and Duti and Outi, the two valiant twins; and Ulfard the White, and others, some of whose names, and those of their sons, still stand in Domesday-book.
"And what," asked Hereward, after the first congratulations were over, "of my mother? What of the folk at Bourne?"
All looked each at the other, and were silent.
"You are too late, young lord," said Azer.
"Too late?"
"The Norman"--Azer called him what most men called him then--"has given it to a man of Gilbert of Ghent"s,--his butler, groom, cook, for aught I know."
"To Gilbert"s man? And my mother?"
"G.o.d help your mother, and your young brother, too. We only know that three days ago some five-and-twenty French marched into the place."
"And you did not stop them?"
"Young sir, who are we to stop an army? We have enough to keep our own.
Gilbert, let alone the villain Ivo of Spalding, can send a hundred men down on us in four-and-twenty hours."
"Then I," said Hereward in a voice of thunder, "will find the way to send two hundred down on him"; and turning his horse from the gate, he rode away furiously towards Bourne.
He turned back as suddenly, and galloped into the field.
"Lads! old comrades! will you stand by me if I need you? Will you follow Hereward, as hundreds have followed him already, if he will only go before?"
"We will, we will."
"I shall be back ere morning. What you have to do, I will tell you then."
"Stop and eat, but for a quarter of an hour."
Then Hereward swore a great oath, by oak and ash and thorn, that he would neither eat bread nor drink water while there was a Norman left in Bourne.
"A little ale, then, if no water," said Azer.
Hereward laughed, and rode away,
"You will not go single-handed against all those ruffians," shouted the old man after him. "Saddle, lads, and go with him, some of you, for very shame"s sake."
But when they galloped after Hereward, he sent them back. He did not know yet, he said, what he would do. Better that they should gather their forces, and see what men they could afford him, in case of open battle.
And he rode swiftly on.