"Fool, if I have lost a horse"s figure, I have not lost his swiftness. Ere thou couldst strike, I should have run a mile and back, to curse thee afresh." And the thing ran round him, and fell on all-fours again, and ate gra.s.s.
"Mercy, mercy! And that is more than I ever asked yet of man. But it is hard," growled he, "that a man should lose his money, because a rogue sells him a princess in disguise."
"Then sell her again; sell her, as thou valuest thy life, to the first Christian man thou meetest. And yet no. What matters? Ere a month be over, the seven years" enchantment will have pa.s.sed, and she will return to her own shape, with her son, and vanish from thy farm, leaving thee to vain repentance, and so thou wilt both lose thy money and get her curse.
Farewell, and my malison abide with thee!"
And the thing, without another word, ran right away, neighing as it went, leaving Dirk in a state of abject terror.
He went home. He cursed the mare, he cursed the man who sold her, he cursed the day he saw her, he cursed the day he was born. He told his story with exaggerations and confusions in plenty to all in the house; and terror fell on them likewise. No one, that evening, dare go down into the fen to drive the horses up; and Dirk got very drunk, went to bed, and trembled there all night (as did the rest of the household), expecting the enchanter to enter on a flaming fire-drake, at every howl of the wind.
The next morning, as Dirk was going about his business with a doleful face, casting stealthy glances at the fen, to see if the mysterious mare was still there, and a chance of his money still left, a man rode up to the door.
He was poorly clothed, with a long rusty sword by his side. A broad felt hat, long boots, and a haversack behind his saddle, showed him to be a traveller, seemingly a horse-dealer; for there followed him, tied head and tail, a brace of sorry nags.
"Heaven save all here," quoth he, making the sign of the cross. "Can any good Christian give me a drink of milk?"
"Ale, if thou wilt," said Dirk. "But what art thou, and whence?"
On any other day, he would have tried to coax his guest into trying a buffet with him for his horse and clothes; but this morning his heart was heavy with the thought of the enchanted mare, and he welcomed the chance of selling her to the stranger.
"We are not very fond of strangers about here, since these Flemings have been harrying our borders. If thou art a spy, it will be worse for thee."
"I am neither spy nor Fleming; but a poor servant of the Lord Bishop of Utrecht"s, buying a garron or two for his lordship"s priests. As for these Flemings, may St. John Baptist save from them both me and you. Do you know of any man who has horses to sell hereabouts?"
"There are horses in the fen yonder," quoth Dirk, who knew that churchmen were likely to give a liberal price, and pay in good silver.
"I saw them as I rode up. And a fine lot they are; but of too good a stamp for my short purse, or for my holy master"s riding,--a fat priest likes a quiet nag, my master."
"Humph. Well, if quietness is what you need, there is a mare down there, a child might ride her with a thread of wool. But as for price,--and she has a colt, too, running by her."
"Ah?" quoth the horseman. "Well, your Walcheren folk make good milk, that"s certain. A colt by her? That"s awkward. My Lord does not like young horses; and it would be troublesome, too, to take the thing along with me."
The less anxious the dealer seemed to buy, the more anxious grew Dirk to sell; but he concealed his anxiety, and let the stranger turn away, thanking him for his drink.
"I say!" he called after him. "You might look at her as you ride past the herd."
The stranger a.s.sented, and they went down into the fen, and looked over the precious mare, whose feats were afterwards sung by many an English fireside, or in the forest, beneath the hollins green, by such as Robin Hood and his merry men. The ugliest, as well as the swiftest, of mares, she was, say the old chroniclers; and it was not till the stranger had looked twice at her, that he forgot her great chuckle head, greyhound-flanks, and drooping hind-quarters, and began to see the great length of those same quarters,--the thighs let down into the hocks, the arched loin, the extraordinary girth through the saddle, the sloping shoulder, the long arms, the flat knees, the large, well-set hoofs, and all the other points which showed her strength and speed, and justified her fame.
"She might carry a big man like you through the mud," said he, carelessly, "but as for pace, one cannot expect that with such a chuckle head. And if one rode her through a town, the boys would call after one, "All head and no tail." Why, I can"t see her tail for her quarters, it is so ill set on."
"Ill set on, or none," said Dirk, testily; "don"t go to speak against her pace till you have seen it. Here, la.s.s!"
Dirk was, in his heart, rather afraid of the princess; but he was comforted when she came up to him like a dog.
"She"s as sensible as a woman," said he; and then grumbled to himself, "may be she knows I mean to part with her."
"Lend me your saddle," said he to the stranger.
The stranger did so; and Dirk mounting galloped her in a ring. There was no doubt of her powers, as soon as she began to move.
"I hope you won"t remember this against me, madam," said Dirk, as soon as he got out of the stranger"s hearing. "I can"t do less than sell you to a Christian. And certainly I have been as good a master to you as if I"d known who you were; but if you wish to stay with me you"ve only to kick me off, and say so, and I"m yours to command."
"Well, she can gallop a bit," said the stranger, as Dirk pulled her up and dismounted; "but an ugly brute she is nevertheless, and such a one as I should not care to ride, for I am a gay man among the ladies. However, what is your price?"
Dirk named twice as much as he would have taken.
"Half that, you mean." And the usual haggle began.
"Tell thee what," said Dirk at last, "I am a man who has his fancies; and this shall be her price; half thy bid, and a box on the ear."
The demon of covetousness had entered Dirk"s heart. What if he got the money, brained or at least disabled the stranger, and so had a chance of selling the mare a second time to some fresh comer?
"Thou art a strange fellow," quoth the horse-dealer. "But so be it."
Dirk chuckled. "He does not know," thought he, "that he has to do with Dirk Hammerhand," and he clenched his fist in antic.i.p.ation of his rough joke.
"There," quoth the stranger, counting out the money carefully, "is thy coin. And there--is thy box on the ear."
And with a blow which rattled over the fen, he felled Dirk Hammerhand to the ground.
He lay senseless for a moment, and then looked wildly round. His jaw was broken.
"Villain!" groaned he. "It was I who was to give the buffet, not thou!"
"Art mad?" asked the stranger, as he coolly picked up the coins, which Dirk had scattered in his fall. "It is the seller"s business to take, and the buyer"s to give."
And while Dirk roared for help in vain he leapt on mare Swallow and rode off shouting,
"Aha! Dirk Hammerhand! So you thought to knock a hole in my skull, as you have done to many a better man than yourself. He is a lucky man who never meets his match, Dirk. I shall give your love to the Enchanted Prince, my faithful serving-man, whom they call Martin Lightfoot."
Dirk cursed the day he was born. Instead of the mare and colt, he had got the two wretched garrons which the stranger had left, and a face which made him so tender of his own teeth, that he never again offered to try a buffet with a stranger.
CHAPTER XIV.
HOW HEREWARD RODE INTO BRUGES LIKE A BEGGARMAN.
The spring and summer had pa.s.sed, and the autumn was almost over, when great news came to the Court of Bruges, where Torfrida was now a bower-maiden.
The Hollanders had been beaten till they submitted; at least for the present. There was peace, at least for the present, through all the isles of Scheldt; and more than all, the lovely Countess Gertrude had resolved to reward her champion by giving him her hand, and the guardianship of her lands and the infant son.
And Hereward?
From him, or of him, there was no word. That he was alive and fighting, was all the messenger could say.
Then Robert came back to Bruges, with a gallant retinue, leading home his bride. And there met him his father and mother, and his brother of Mons, and Richilda the beautiful and terrible sorceress,--who had not yet stained her soul with those fearful crimes which she had expiated by fearful penances in after years, when young Arnoul, the son for whom she had sold her soul, lay dead through the very crimes by which she had meant to make him a mighty prince. And Torfrida went out with them to meet Count Robert, and looked for Hereward, till her eyes were ready to fall out of her head. But Hereward was not with them.