"She was honest-innocent, of any nigromancin"," said Hobden. "Only she"d read signs and sinnifications out o" birds flyin", stars fallin", bees hivin", and such. An" she"d lie awake-listenin" for calls, she said."
"That don"t prove naught," said Tom. "All Marsh folk has been smugglers since time everlastin". "Twould be in her blood to listen out o" nights."
"Nature-ally," old Hobden replied, smiling. "I mind when there was smugglin" a sight nearer us than the Marsh be. But that wasn"t my woman"s trouble. "Twas a pa.s.sel o" no-sense talk," he dropped his voice, "about Pharisees."
"Yes. I"ve heard Marsh men beleft in "em." Tom looked straight at the wide-eyed children beside Bess.
"Pharisees," cried Una. "Fairies? Oh, I see!"
"People o" the Hills," said the Bee Boy, throwing half of his potato towards the door.
"There you be!" said Hobden, pointing at him. "My boy, he has her eyes and her out-gate senses. That"s what _she_ called "em!"
"And what did you think of it all?"
"Um-um," Hobden rumbled. "A man that uses fields an" shaws after dark as much as I"ve done, he don"t go out of his road excep" for keepers."
"But settin" that aside?" said Tom, coaxingly. "I saw ye throw the Good Piece out-at doors just now. Do ye believe or-_do_ ye?"
"There was a great black eye to that tater," said Hobden, indignantly.
"My liddle eye didn"t see un, then. It looked as if you meant it for-for Any One that might need it. But settin" that aside. D"ye believe or-_do_ ye?"
"I ain"t sayin" nothin", because I"ve heard naught, an" I"ve seen naught.
But if you was to say there was more things after dark in the shaws than men, or fur, or feather, or fin, I dunno as I"d go farabout to call you a liar. Now turn again, Tom. What"s your say?"
"I"m like you. I say nothin". But I"ll tell you a tale, an" you can fit it _as_ how you please."
"Pa.s.sel o" no-sense stuff," growled Hobden, but he filled his pipe.
"The Marsh men they call it Dymchurch Flit," Tom went on slowly. "Hap you"ve heard it?"
"My woman she"ve told it me scores o" times. Dunno as I didn"t end by belieft in" it-sometimes."
Hobden crossed over as he spoke, and sucked with his pipe at the yellow lanthorn-flame. Tom rested one great elbow on one great knee, where he sat among the coal.
"Have you ever bin in the Marsh?" he said to Dan.
"Only as far as Rye, once," Dan answered.
"Ah, that"s but the edge. Back behind of her there"s steeples settin"
beside churches, an" wise women settin" beside their doors, an" the sea settin" above the land, an" ducks herdin" wild in the diks" (he meant ditches). "The Marsh is justabout riddled with diks an" sluices, an"
tide-gates an" water-lets. You can hear em" bubblin" an" grummelin" when the tide works in em", an" then you hear the sea rangin" left and right-handed all up along the Wall. You"ve seen how flat she is-the Marsh?
You"d think nothin" easier than to walk eend-on acrost her? Ah, but the diks an" the water-lets, they twists the roads about as ravelly as witch-yarn on the spindles. So ye get all turned round in broad daylight."
"That"s because they"ve dreened the waters into the diks," said Hobden.
"When I courted my woman the rushes was green-Eh me! the rushes was green-an" the Bailiff o" the Marshes, he rode up and down as free as the fog."
"Who was he?" said Dan.
"Why, the Marsh fever an" ague. He"ve clapped me on the shoulder once or twice till I shook proper. But now the dreenin" off of the waters have done away with the fevers; so they make a joke, like, that the Bailiff o"
the Marshes broke his neck in a dik. A won"erful place for bees an" ducks "tis too."
"An" old!" Tom went on. "Flesh an" Blood have been there since Time Everlastin" Beyond. Well, now, speakin" among themselves, the Marshmen say that from Time Everlastin" Beyond the Pharisees favoured the Marsh above the rest of Old England. I lay the Marshmen ought to know. They"ve been out after dark, father an" son, smugglin" some one thing or t"other, since ever wool grew to sheep"s backs. They say there was always a middlin" few Pharisees to be seen on the Marsh. Impident as rabbits, they was. They"d dance on the nakid roads in the nakid daytime; they"d flash their liddle green lights along the diks, comin" an" goin", like honest smugglers. Yes, an" times they"d lock the church doors against parson an" clerk of Sundays!"
"That "ud be smugglers layin" in the lace or the brandy till they could run it out o" the Marsh. I"ve told my woman so," said Hobden.
"I"ll lay she didn"t beleft it, then-not if she was a Whitgift. A won"erful choice place for Pharisees, the Marsh, by all accounts, till Queen Bess"s father he come in with his Reformatories."
"Would that be a Act o" Parliament like?" Hobden asked.
"Sure-ly! "Can"t do nothing in Old England without Act, Warrant, an"
Summons. He got his Act allowed him, an", they say, Queen Bess"s father he used the parish churches something shameful. Justabout tore the gizzards out of I dunnamany. Some folk in England they held with "en; but some they saw it different, an" it eended in "em takin" sides an" burnin" each other no bounds, accordin" which side was top, time bein". That tarrified the Pharisees: for Goodwill among Flesh an" Blood is meat an" drink to "em, an" ill-will is poison."
"Same as bees," said the Bee Boy. "Bees won"t stay by a house where there"s hating."
"True," said Tom. "This Reformations tarrified the Pharisees same as the reaper goin" round a last stand o" wheat tarrifies rabbits. They packed into the Marsh from all parts, and they says, "Fair or foul, we must flit out o" this, for Merry England"s done with, an" we"re reckoned among the Images.""
"Did they _all_ see it that way?" said Hobden.
"All but one that was called Robin-if you"ve heard of him. What are you laughing at?" Tom turned to Dan. "The Pharisees"s trouble didn"t tech Robin, because he"d cleaved middlin" close to people like. No more he never meant to go out of Old England-not he; so he was sent messagin" for help among Flesh an" Blood. But Flesh an" Blood must always think of their own concerns, an" Robin couldn"t get _through_ at "em, ye see. They thought it was tide-echoes off the Marsh."
"What did you-what did the fai-Pharisees want?" Una asked.
"A boat to be sure. Their liddle wings could no more cross Channel than so many tired b.u.t.terflies. A boat an" a crew they desired to sail "em over to France, where yet awhile folks hadn"t tore down the Images. They couldn"t abide cruel Canterbury Bells ringin" to Bulverhithe for more pore men an"
women to be burnded, nor the King"s proud messenger ridin" through the land givin" orders to tear down the Images. They couldn"t abide it no shape. Nor yet they couldn"t get their boat an" crew to flit by without Leave an" Good-will from Flesh an" Blood; an" Flesh an" Blood came an"
went about its own business the while the Marsh was swarvin" up, an"
swarvin" up with Pharisees from all England over, striving all means to get _through_ at Flesh an" Blood to tell "en their sore need.... I don"t know as you"ve ever heard say Pharisees are like chickens?"
"My woman used to say that too," said Hobden, folding his brown arms.
"They be. You run too many chickens together, an" the ground sickens like, an" you get a squat, an" your chickens die. "Same way, you crowd Pharisees all in one place-_they_ don"t die, but Flesh an" Blood walkin" among "em is apt to sick up an" pine off. _They_ don"t mean it, an" Flesh an" Blood don"t know it, but that"s the truth-as I"ve heard. The Pharisees through bein" all stenched up an" frighted, an" tryin" to come _through_ with their supplications, they nature-ally changed the thin airs and humours in Flesh an" Blood. It lay on the Marsh like thunder. Men saw their churches ablaze with the wildfire in the windows after dark; they saw their cattle scatterin" and no man scarin"; their sheep flockin" and no man drivin"; their horses latherin" an" no man leadin"; they saw the liddle low green lights more than ever in the dik-sides; they heard the liddle feet patterin" more than ever round the houses; an" night an" day, day an"
night, "twas all as though they were bein" creeped up on, and hinted at by some One or Other that couldn"t rightly shape their trouble. Oh, I lay they sweated! Man an" maid, woman an" child, their Nature done "em no service all the weeks while the Marsh was swarvin" up with Pharisees. But they was Flesh an" Blood, an" Marsh men before all. They reckoned the signs sinnified trouble for the Marsh. Or that the sea "ud rear up against Dymchurch Wall an" they"d be drownded like Old Winchelsea; or that the Plague was comin". So they looked for the meanin" in the sea or in the clouds-far an" high up. They never thought to look near an" knee-high, where they could see naught.
"Now there was a poor widow at Dymchurch under the Wall, which, lacking man or property, she had the more time for feeling; and she come to feel there was a Trouble outside her doorstep bigger an" heavier than aught she"d ever carried over it. She had two sons-one born blind, and t"other struck dumb through fallin" off the Wall when he was liddle. They was men grown, but not wage-earnin", an" she worked for "em, keepin" bees and answerin" Questions."
"What sort of questions?" said Dan.
"Like where lost things might be found, an" what to put about a crooked baby"s neck, an" how to join parted sweethearts. She felt the Trouble on the Marsh same as eels feel thunder. She was a wise woman."
"My woman was won"erful weather-tender, too," said Hobden. "I"ve seen her brish sparks like off an anvil out of her hair in thunderstorms. But she never laid out to answer Questions."
"This woman was a Seeker like, an" Seekers they sometimes find. One night, while she lay abed, hot an" aching, there come a Dream an" tapped at her window, and "Widow Whitgift," it said, "Widow Whitgift!"
"First, by the wings an" the whistling, she thought it was peewits, but last she arose an" dressed herself, an" opened her door to the Marsh, an"
she felt the Trouble an" the Groaning all about her, strong as fever an"
ague, an" she calls: "What is it? Oh, what is it?"
"Then "twas all like the frogs in the diks peeping: then "twas all like the reeds in the diks clipclapping; an" then the great Tide-wave rummelled along the Wall, an" she couldn"t hear proper.