Not much interested, I am sorry to say, in the description of this splendid scene, or in the heraldic bearings of the different Flemish and German knights, which the lady blazoned with pitiless accuracy, Quentin began to entertain some alarm lest he should have pa.s.sed the place where his guide was to join him--a most serious disaster, from which, should it really have taken place, the very worst consequences were to be apprehended.
While he hesitated whether it would be better to send back one of his followers to see whether this might not be the case, he heard the blast of a horn, and looking in the direction from which the sound came, beheld a horseman riding very fast towards them. The low size, and wild, s.h.a.ggy, untrained state of the animal, reminded Quentin of the mountain breed of horses in his own country, but this was much more finely limbed, and, with the same appearance of hardiness, was more rapid in its movements. The head particularly, which, in the Scottish pony, is often lumpish and heavy, was small and well placed in the neck of this animal, with thin jaws, full sparkling eyes, and expanded nostrils.
The rider was even more singular in his appearance than the horse which he rode, though that was extremely unlike the horses of France. Although he managed his palfrey with great dexterity, he sat with his feet in broad stirrups, something resembling shovels, so short in the leathers that his knees were well nigh as high as the pommel of his saddle. His dress was a red turban of small size, in which he wore a sullied plume, secured by a clasp of silver, his tunic, which was shaped like those of the Estradiots (a sort of troops whom the Venetians at that time levied in the provinces on the eastern side of their gulf), was green in colour, and tawdrily laced with gold, he wore very wide drawers or trowsers of white, though none of the cleanest, which gathered beneath the knee, and his swarthy legs were quite bare, unless for the complicated laces which bound a pair of sandals on his feet, he had no spurs, the edge of his large stirrups being so sharp as to serve to goad the horse in a very severe manner. In a crimson sash this singular horseman wore a dagger on the right side, and on the left a short crooked Moorish sword, and by a tarnished baldric over the shoulder hung the horn which announced his approach. He had a swarthy and sunburnt visage, with a thin beard, and piercing dark eyes, a well formed mouth and nose, and other features which might have been p.r.o.nounced handsome, but for the black elf locks which hung around his face, and the air of wildness and emaciation, which rather seemed to indicate a savage than a civilized man.
"He also is a Bohemian!" said the ladies to each other. "Holy Mary, will the King again place confidence in these outcasts?"
"I will question the man, if it be your pleasure," said Quentin, "and a.s.sure myself of his fidelity as I best may."
Durward, as well as the Ladies of Croye, had recognised in this man"s dress and appearance the habit and the manners of those vagrants with whom he had nearly been confounded by the hasty proceedings of Trois Esch.e.l.les and Pet.i.t Andre, and he, too, entertained very natural apprehensions concerning the risk of reposing trust in one of that vagrant race.
"Art thou come hither to seek us?" was his first question. The stranger nodded. "And for what purpose?"
"To guide you to the Palace of Him of Liege."
"Of the Bishop?"
The Bohemian again nodded.
"What token canst thou give me that we should yield credence to thee?"
"Even the old rhyme, and no other," answered the Bohemian.
"The page slew the boar, The peer had the gloire."
"A true token," said Quentin, "lead on, good fellow--I will speak farther with thee presently."
Then falling back to the ladies, he said, "I am convinced this man is the guide we are to expect, for he hath brought me a pa.s.sword, known, I think, but to the King and me. But I will discourse with him farther, and endeavour to ascertain how far he is to be trusted."
CHAPTER XVI: THE VAGRANT
I am as free as Nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began When wild in woods the n.o.ble savage ran.
THE CONQUEST OF GRENADA
While Quentin held the brief communication with the ladies necessary to a.s.sure them that this extraordinary addition to their party was the guide whom they were to expect on the King"s part, he noticed (for he was as alert in observing the motions of the stranger, as the Bohemian could be on his part) that the man not only turned his head as far back as he could to peer at them, but that, with a singular sort of agility, more resembling that of a monkey than of a man, he had screwed his whole person around on the saddle so as to sit almost sidelong upon the horse, for the convenience, as it seemed, of watching them more attentively.
Not greatly pleased with this manoeuvre, Quentin rode up to the Bohemian and said to him, as he suddenly a.s.sumed his proper position on the horse, "Methinks, friend, you will prove but a blind guide, if you look at the tail of your horse rather than his ears."
"And if I were actually blind," answered the Bohemian, "I could not the less guide you through any county in this realm of France, or in those adjoining to it."
"Yet you are no Frenchman," said the Scot.
"I am not," answered the guide.
"What countryman, then, are you," demanded Quentin.
"I am of no country," answered the guide.
"How! of no country?" repeated the Scot.
"No," answered the Bohemian, "of none. I am a Zingaro, a Bohemian, an Egyptian, or whatever the Europeans, in their different languages, may choose to call our people, but I have no country."
"Are you a Christian?" asked the Scotchman.
The Bohemian shook his head.
"Dog," said Quentin (for there was little toleration in the spirit of Catholicism in those days), "dost thou worship Mahoun?"
[Mahoun: Mohammed. It was a remarkable feature of the character of these wanderers that they did not, like the Jews whom they otherwise resembled in some particulars, possess or profess any particular religion, whether in form or principle. They readily conformed, as far as might be required, with the religion of any country in which they happened to sojourn, but they did not practise it more than was demanded of them....
S.]
"No," was the indifferent and concise answer of the guide, who neither seemed offended nor surprised at the young man"s violence of manner.
"Are you a Pagan, then, or what are you?"
"I have no religion," answered the Bohemian.
Durward started back, for though he had heard of Saracens and Idolaters, it had never entered into his ideas or belief that any body of men could exist who practised no mode of worship whatever. He recovered from his astonishment to ask his guide where he usually dwelt.
"Wherever I chance to be for the time," replied the Bohemian. "I have no home."
"How do you guard your property?"
"Excepting the clothes which I wear, and the horse I ride on, I have no property."
"Yet you dress gaily, and ride gallantly," said Durward. "What are your means of subsistence?"
"I eat when I am hungry, drink when I am thirsty, and have no other means of subsistence than chance throws in my Way," replied the vagabond.
"Under whose laws do you live?"
"I acknowledge obedience to none, but an it suits my pleasure or my necessities," said the Bohemian.
"Who is your leader, and commands you?"
"The father of our tribe--if I choose to obey him," said the guide, "otherwise I have no commander."
"You are, then," said the wondering querist, "dest.i.tute of all that other men are combined by--you have no law, no leader, no settled means of subsistence, no house or home. You have, may Heaven compa.s.sionate you, no country--and, may Heaven enlighten and forgive you, you have no G.o.d! What is it that remains to you, deprived of government, domestic happiness, and religion?"
"I have liberty," said the Bohemian "I crouch to no one, obey no one--respect no one--I go where I will--live as I can--and die when my day comes."
"But you are subject to instant execution, at the pleasure of the Judge?"