"E. R.
"P. S. Let Wilkes see that he is acceptable to you. If anything there be that W. shall desire answer of be such as you would have but me to know, write it to myself. You know I can keep both others" counsel and mine own. Mistrust not that anything you would have kept shall be disclosed by me, for although this bearer ask many things, yet you may answer him such as you shall think meet, and write to me the rest."
Thus, not even her favourite Leicester"s misrepresentations could make the Queen forget her ancient friendship for "her own crow;" but meantime the relations between that "bunch of brethren," black Norris and the rest, and Pelham, Hollock, and other high officers in Leicester"s army, had grown worse than ever.
One August evening there was a supper-party at Count Hollock"s quarters in Gertruydenberg. A military foray into Brabant had just taken place, under the lead of the Count, and of the Lord Marshal, Sir William Pelham.
The marshal had requested Lord Willoughby, with his troop of horse and five hundred foot, to join in the enterprise, but, as usual, particular pains had been taken that Sir John Norris should know nothing of the affair. Pelham and Hollock--who was "greatly in love with Mr.
Pelham"--had invited several other gentlemen high in Leicester"s confidence to accompany the expedition; and, among the rest, Sir Philip Sidney, telling him that he "should see some good service." Sidney came accordingly, in great haste, from Flushing, bringing along with him Edward Norris--that hot-headed young man, who, according to Leicester, "greatly governed his elder brother"--but they arrived at Gertruydenberg too late. The foray was over, and the party--"having burned a village, and killed some boors"--were on their return. Sidney, not perhaps much regretting the loss of his share in this rather inglorious shooting party, went down to the water-side, accompanied by Captain Norris, to meet Hollock and the other commanders.
As the Count stepped on sh.o.r.e he scowled ominously, and looked very much out of temper.
"What has come to Hollock?" whispered Captain Patton, a Scotchman, to Sidney. "Has he a quarrel with any of the party? Look at his face! He means mischief to somebody."
But Sidney was equally amazed at the sudden change in the German general"s countenance, and as unable to explain it.
Soon afterwards, the whole party, Hollock, Lewis William of Na.s.sau, Lord Carew, Lord Ess.e.x, Lord Willoughby, both the Sidneys, Roger Williams, Pelham, Edward Norris, and the rest, went to the Count"s lodgings, where they supped, and afterwards set themselves seriously to drinking.
Norris soon perceived that he was no welcome guest; for he was not--like Sidney--a stranger to the deep animosity which had long existed between Sir John Norris and Sir William Pelham and his friends. The carouse was a tremendous one, as usually was the case where Hollock was the Amphitryon, and, as the potations grew deeper, an intention became evident on the part of some of the company to behave unhandsomely to Norris.
For a time the young Captain ostentatiously restrained himself, very much after the fashion of those meek individuals who lay their swords on the tavern-table, with "G.o.d grant I may have no need of thee!" The custom was then prevalent at banquets for the revellers to pledge each other in rotation, each draining a great cup, and exacting the same feat from his neighbour, who then emptied his goblet as a challenge to his next comrade.
The Lord Marshal took a beaker, and called out to Edward Norris. "I drink to the health of my Lord Norris, and of my lady; your mother." So saying, he emptied his gla.s.s.
The young man did not accept the pledge.
"Your Lordship knows," he said somewhat sullenly, "that I am not wont to drink deep. Mr. Sidney there can tell you that, for my health"s sake, I have drank no wine these eight days. If your Lordship desires the pleasure of seeing me drunk, I am not of the same mind. I pray you at least to take a smaller gla.s.s."
Sir William insisted on the pledge. Norris then, in no very good humour, emptied his cup to the Earl of Ess.e.x.
Ess.e.x responded by draining a goblet to Count Hollock.
"A Norris"s father," said the young Earl; as he pledged the Count, who was already very drunk, and looking blacker than ever.
"An "orse"s father--an "orse"s father!" growled" Hollock; "I never drink to horses, nor to their fathers either:" and with this wonderful witticism he declined the pledge.
Ess.e.x explained that the toast was Lord Norris, father of the Captain; but the Count refused to understand, and held fiercely, and with d.a.m.nable iteration, to his jest.
The Earl repeated his explanation several times with no better success.
Norris meanwhile sat swelling with wrath, but said nothing.
Again the Lord Marshal took the same great gla.s.s, and emptied it to the young Captain.
Norris, not knowing exactly what course to take, placed the gla.s.s at the side of his plate, and glared grimly at Sir William.
Pelham was furious. Reaching over the table, he shoved the gla.s.s towards Norris with an angry gesture.
"Take your gla.s.s, Captain Norris," he cried; "and if you have a mind to jest, seek other companions. I am not to be trifled with; therefore, I say, pledge me at once."
"Your Lordship shall not force me to drink more wine than I list,"
returned the other. "It is your pleasure to take advantage of your military rank. Were we both at home, you would be glad to be my companion."
Norris was hard beset, and although his language was studiously moderate, it was not surprising that his manner should be somewhat insolent. The veteran Lord Marshal, on the other hand, had distinguished himself on many battle-fields, but his deportment at this banqueting-table was not much to his credit. He paused a moment, and Norris, too, held his peace, thinking that his enemy would desist.
It was but for a moment.
"Captain Norris," cried Pelham, "I bid you pledge me without more ado.
Neither you nor your best friends shall use me as you list. I am better born than you and your brother, the colonel-general, and the whole of you."
"I warn you to say nothing disrespectful against my brother," replied the Captain. "As for yourself, I know how to respect your age and superior rank."
"Drink, drink, drink!" roared the old Marshal. "I tell you I am better born than the best of you. I have advanced you all too, and you know it; therefore drink to me."
Sir William was as logical as men in their cups are p.r.o.ne to be.
"Indeed, you have behaved well to my brother Thomas," answered Norris, suddenly becoming very courteous, "and for this I have ever loved your Lordship, and would, do you any service."
"Well, then," said the Marshal, becoming tender in his turn, "forget what hath past this night, and do as you would have done before."
"Very well said, indeed!" cried Sir Philip Sidney, trying to help the natter into the smoother channel towards which it was tending.
Norris, seeing that the eyes of the whole company were upon them; took the gla.s.s accordingly, and rose to his feet.
"My Lord Marshal," he said, "you have done me more wrong this night than you can easily make satisfaction for. But I am unwilling that any trouble or offence should grow through me. Therefore once more I pledge you."
He raised the cup to his lips. At that instant Hollock, to whom nothing had been said, and who had spoken no word since his happy remark about the horse"s father, suddenly indulged in a more practical jest; and seizing the heavy gilt cover of a silver vase, hurled it at the head of Norris. It struck him full on the forehead, cutting him to the bone. The Captain, stunned for a moment, fell back in his chair, with the blood running down his eyes and face. The Count, always a man of few words, but prompt in action, now drew his dagger, and strode forward, with the intention of despatching him upon the spot. Sir Philip Sidney threw his arms around Hollock, however, and, with the a.s.sistance of others in the company, succeeded in dragging him from the room. The affair was over in a few seconds.
Norris, coming back to consciousness, sat for a moment as one amazed, rubbing the blood out of his eyes; then rose from the table to seek his adversary; but he was gone.
Soon afterwards he went to his lodgings. The next morning he was advised to leave the town as speedily as possible; for as it was under the government of Hollock, and filled with his soldiers, he was warned that his life would not be safe there an hour. Accordingly he went to his boat, accompanied only by his man and his page, and so departed with his broken head, breathing vengeance against Hollock, Pelham, Leicester, and the whole crew, by whom he had been thus abused.
The next evening there was another tremendous carouse at the Count"s, and, says the reporter of the preceding scene, "they were all on such good terms, that not one of the company had falling band or ruff left about his neck. All were clean torn away, and yet there was no blood drawn."
Edward Norris--so soon as might be afterwards--sent a cartel to the Count, demanding mortal combat with sword and dagger. Sir Philip Sidney bore the message. Sir John Norris, of course warmly and violently espoused the cause of his brother, and was naturally more incensed against the Lord Marshal than ever, for Sir William Pelham was considered the cause of the whole affray. "Even if the quarrel is to be excused by drink," said an eye-witness, ""tis but a slender defence for my Lord to excuse himself by his cups; and often drink doth bewray men"s humours and unmask their malice. Certainly the Count Hollock thought to have done a pleasure to the company in killing him."
Nothing could be more ill-timed than this quarrel, or more vexatious to Leicester. The Count--although considering himself excessively injured at being challenged by a simple captain and an unt.i.tled gentleman, whom he had attempted to murder--consented to waive his privilege, and grant the meeting.
Leicester interposed, however, to delay, and, if possible, to patch up the affair. They were on the eve of active military operations, and it was most vexatious for the commander-in-chief to see, as he said, "the quarrel with the enemy changed to private revenge among ourselves." The intended duel did not take place; for various influential personages succeeded in deferring the meeting. Then came the battle of Zutphen.
Sidney fell, and Hollock was dangerously wounded in the attack which was soon afterwards made upon the fort. He was still pressed to afford the promised satisfaction, however, and agreed to do so whenever he should rise from his bed.
Strange to say, the Count considered Leicester, throughout the whole business, to have taken part against him.
Yet there is no doubt whatever that the Earl--who detested the Norrises, and was fonder of Pelham than of any man living--uniformly narrated the story most unjustly, to the discredit of the young Captain. He considered him extremely troublesome, represented him as always quarrelling with some one--with Colonel Morgan, Roger Williams, old Reade, and all the rest--while the Lord Marshal, on the contrary, was depicted as the mildest of men. "This I must say," he observed, "that all present, except my two nephews (the Sidneys), who are not here yet, declare the greatest fault to be in Edward Norris, and that he did most arrogantly use the Marshal."
It is plain, however, that the old Marshal, under the influence of wine, was at least quite as much to blame as the young Captain; and Sir Philip Sidney sufficiently showed his sense of the matter by being the bearer of Edward Norris"s cartel. After Sidney"s death, Sir John Norris, in his letter of condolence to Walsingham for the death of his ill.u.s.trious son-in-law, expressed the deeper regret at his loss because Sir Philip"s opinion had been that the Norrises were wronged. Hollock had conducted himself like a lunatic, but this he was apt to do whether in his cups or not. He was always for killing some one or another on the slightest provocation, and, while the dog-star of 1586 was raging, it was not his fault if he had not already despatched both Edward Norris and the objectionable "Mr. P. B."
For these energetic demonstrations against Leicester"s enemies he considered himself ent.i.tled to the Earl"s eternal grat.i.tude, and was deeply disgusted at his apparent coldness. The governor was driven almost to despair by these quarrels.
His colonel-general, his lord marshal, his lieutenant-general, were all at daggers drawn. "Would G.o.d I were rid of this place!" he exclaimed.