"So far as I may when I have no French, and he no English! He is a comely fellow, with a blithe tongue and a merry eye, I warrant you a chanticleer who will lose nought for lack of crowing. He"ll crow louder than ever now he hath given our Harry a fall."
"No! hath he?" and Giles, Stephen, and Smallbones, all suspended their work to listen in concern.
"Ay marry, hath he! The two took it into their royal noddles to try a fall, and wrestled together on the gra.s.s, when by some ill hap, this same Francis tripped up our Harry, so that he was on the sward for a moment.
He was up again forthwith, and in full heart for another round, when all the Frenchmen burst in gabbling; and, though their King was willing to play the match out fairly, they wouldn"t let him, and my Lord Cardinal said something about making ill blood, whereat our King laughed and was content to leave it. As I told him, we have given the French falls enough to let them make much of this one."
"I hope he will yet give the mounseer a good shaking," muttered Smallbones.
"How now, Will! Who"s that at the door? We are on his grace"s work and can touch none other man"s were it the King of France himself, or his Constable, who is finer still."
By way of expressing "No admittance except on business," Smallbones kept Will Wherry in charge of the door of his little territory, which having a mud wall on two sides, and a broad brook with quaking banks on a third, had been easily fenced on the fourth, so as to protect tent, waggon, horses, and work from the incursions of idlers. Will however answered, "The gentleman saith he hath kindred here."
"Ay!" and there pushed in, past the lad a tall, lean form, with a gay but soiled short cloak over one shoulder, a suit of worn buff, a cap garnished with a dilapidated black and yellow feather, and a pair of gilt spurs. "If this be as they told me, where Armourer Headley"s folk lodge-I have here a sort of a cousin. Yea, yonder"s the brave lad who had no qualms at the flash of a good Toledo in a knight"s fist. How now, my nevvy! Is not my daughter"s nevvy-mine?"
"Save your knighthood!" said Smallbones. "Who would have looked to see you here, Sir John? Methought you were in the Emperor"s service!"
"A stout man-at-arms is of all services," returned Fulford. "I"m here with half Flanders to see this mighty show, and pick up a few more l.u.s.ty Badgers at this encounter of old comrades. Is old Headley here?"
"Nay, he is safe at home, where I would I were," sighed Kit.
"And you are my young master his nephew, who knew where to purvey me of good steel," added Fulford, shaking Giles"s hand. "You are fain, doubtless, you youngsters, to be forth without the old man. Ha! and you"ve no lack of merry company."
Harry Randall"s first impulse had been to look to the right and left for the means of avoiding this encounter, but there was no escape; and he was moreover in most fantastic motley, arrayed in one of the many suits provided for the occasion. It was in imitation of a parrot, brilliant gra.s.s-green velvet, touched here and there with scarlet, yellow, or blue.
He had been only half disguised on the occasion of Fulford"s visit to his wife, and he perceived the start of recognition in the eyes of the Condottiere, so that he knew it would be vain to try to conceal his ident.i.ty.
"You sought Stephen Birkenholt," he said. "And you"ve lit on something nearer, if so be you"ll acknowledge the paraquito that your Perronel hath mated with."
The Condottiere burst into a roar of laughter so violent that he had to lean against the mud wall, and hold his sides. "Ha, ha! that I should be father-in-law to a fool!" and then he set off again. "That the sober, dainty little wench should have wedded a fool! Ha! ha! ha!"
"Sir," cried Stephen hotly, "I would have you to know that mine uncle here, Master Harry Randall, is a yeoman of good birth, and that he undertook his present part to support your own father and child!
Methinks you are the last who should jeer at and insult him!"
"Stephen is right," said Giles. "This is my kinsman"s tent, and no man shall say a word against Master Harry Randall therein."
"Well crowed, my young London gamebirds," returned Fulford, coolly. "I meant no disrespect to the gentleman in green. Nay, I am mightily beholden to him for acting his part out and taking on himself that would scarce befit a gentleman of a company-_impedimenta_, as we used to say in the grammar school. How does the old man?-I must find some token to send him."
"He is beyond the reach of all tokens from you save prayers and ma.s.ses,"
returned Randall, gravely.
"Ay? You say not so? Old gaffer dead?" And when the soldier was told how the feeble thread of life had been snapped by the shock of joy on his coming, a fit of compunction and sorrow seized him. He covered his face with his hands and wept with a loudness of grief that surprised and touched his hearers; and presently began to bemoan himself that he had hardly a mark in his purse to pay for a ma.s.s; but therewith he proceeded to erect before him the cross hilt of poor Abenali"s sword, and to vow thereupon that the first spoil and the first ransom, that it should please the saints to send him, should be entirely spent in ma.s.ses for the soul of Martin Fulford. This tribute apparently stilled both grief and remorse, for looking up at the grotesque figure of Randall, he said, "Methought they told me, master son, that you were in the right quarters for beads and ma.s.ses and all that gear-a varlet of Master Butcher-Cardinal"s, or the like-but mayhap "twas part of your fooling."
"Not so," replied Randall. ""Tis to the Cardinal that I belong," holding out his sleeve, where the scarlet hat was neatly worked, "and I"ll brook no word against his honour."
"Ho! ho! Maybe you looked to have the hat on your own head," quoth Fulford, waxing familiar, "if your master comes to be Pope after his own reckoning. Why, I"ve known a Cardinal get the scarlet because an ape had danced on the roof with him in his arms!"
"You forget! I"m a wedded man," said Randall, who certainly, in private life, had much less of the buffoon about him than his father-in-law.
"_Impedimentum_ again," whistled the knight. "Put a halter round her neck, and sell her for a pot of beer."
"I"d rather put a halter round my own neck for good and all," said Hal, his face reddening; but among other accomplishments of his position, he had learnt to keep his temper, however indignant he felt.
"Well-she"s a knight"s daughter, and preferments will be plenty. Thou"lt make me captain of the Pope"s guard, fair son-there"s no post I should like better. Or I might put up with an Italian earldom or the like.
Honour would befit me quite as well as that old fellow, Prosper Colonna; and the Badgers would well become the Pope"s scarlet and yellow liveries."
The Badgers, it appeared, were in camp not far from Gravelines, whence the Emperor was watching the conference between his uncle-in-law and his chief enemy; and thence Fulford, who had a good many French acquaintance, having once served under Francis I., had come over to see the sport.
Moreover, he contrived to attach himself to the armourer"s party, in a manner that either Alderman Headley himself, or Tibble Steelman, would effectually have prevented; but which Kit Smallbones had not sufficient moral weight to hinder, even if he had had a greater dislike to being treated as a boon companion by a knight who had seen the world, could appreciate good ale, and tell all manner of tales of his experiences.
So the odd sort of kindred that the captain chose to claim with Stephen Birkenholt was allowed, and in right of it, he was permitted to sleep in the waggon; and thereupon his big raw-boned charger was found sharing the fodder of the plump broad-backed cart horses, while he himself, whenever sport was not going forward for him, or work for the armourers, sat discussing with Kit the merits or demerits of the liquors of all nations, either in their own yard or in some of the numerous drinking booths that had sprung up around.
To no one was this arrangement so distasteful as to Quipsome Hal, who felt himself in some sort the occasion of the intrusion, and yet was quite unable to prevent it, while everything he said was treated as a joke by his unwelcome father-in-law. It was a coa.r.s.e time, and Wolsey"s was not a refined or spiritual establishment, but it was decorous, and Randall had such an affection and respect for the innocence of his sister"s young son, that he could not bear to have him exposed to the company of one habituated to the licentiousness of the mercenary soldier.
At first the jester hoped to remove the lads from the danger, for the brief remainder of their stay, by making double exertion to obtain places for them at any diversion which might be going on when their day"s work was ended, and of these, of course, there was a wide choice, subordinate to the magnificent masquing of kings and queens. On the last midsummer evening, while their majesties were taking leave of one another, a company of strolling players were exhibiting in an extemporary theatre, and here Hal incited both the youths to obtain seats. The drama was on one of the ordinary and frequent topics of that, as of all other times, and the dumb show and gestures were far more effective than the words, so that even those who did not understand the language of the comedians, who seemed to be Italians, could enter into it, especially as it was interspersed with very expressive songs.
An old baron insists on betrothing his daughter and heiress to her kinsman freshly knighted. She is reluctant, weeps, and is threatened, singing afterwards her despair (of course she really was a black-eyed boy). That song was followed by a still more despairing one from the baron"s squire, and a tender interview between them followed.
Then came discovery, the baron descending as a thunderbolt, the banishment of the squire, the lady driven at last to wed the young knight, her weeping and bewailing herself under his ill-treatment, which extended to pulling her about by the hair, the return of the lover, notified by a song behind the scenes, a dangerously affectionate meeting, interrupted by the husband, a fierce clashing of swords, mutual slaughter by the two gentlemen, and the lady dying of grief on the top of her lover.
Such was the argument of this tragedy, which Giles Headley p.r.o.nounced to be very dreary pastime, indeed he was amusing himself with an exchange of comfits with a youth who sat next him all the time-for he had found Stephen utterly deaf to aught but the tragedy, following every gesture with eager eyes, lips quivering, and eyes filling at the strains of the love songs, though they were in their native Italian, of which he understood not a word. He rose up with a heavy groan when all was over, as if not yet disenchanted, and hardly answered when his uncle spoke to him afterwards. It was to ask whether the Dragon party were to return at once to London, or to accompany the Court to Gravelines, where, it had just been announced, the King intended to pay a visit to his nephew, the Emperor.
Neither Stephen nor Giles knew, but when they reached their own quarters they found that Smallbones had received an intimation that there might be jousts, and that the offices of the armourers would be required. He was very busy packing up his tools, but loudly hilarious, and Sir John Fulford, with a flask of wine beside him, was swaggering and shouting orders to the men as though he were the head of the expedition.
Revelations come in strange ways. Perhaps that Italian play might be called Galeotto to Stephen Birkenholt. It affected him all the more because he was not distracted by the dialogue, but was only powerfully touched by the music, and, in the gestures of the lovers, felt all the force of sympathy. It was to him like a kind of prophetic mirror, revealing to him the true meaning of all he had ever felt for Dennet Headley, and of his vexation and impatience at seeing her bestowed upon a dull and indifferent lout like her kinsman, who not only was not good enough for her, but did not even love her, or accept her as anything but his t.i.tle to the Dragon court. He now thrilled and tingled from head to foot with the perceptions that all this meant love-love to Dennet; and in every act of the drama he beheld only himself, Giles, and Dennet.
Watching at first with a sweet fascination, his feelings changed, now to strong yearning, now to hot wrath, and then to horror and dismay. In his troubled sleep after the spectacle, he identified himself with the lover, sang, wooed, and struggled in his person, woke with a start of relief, to find Giles snoring safely beside him, and the watch-dog on his chest instead of an expiring lady. He had not made unholy love to sweet Dennet, nor imperilled her good name, nor slain his comrade. Nor was she yet wedded to that oaf, Giles! But she would be in a few weeks, and then! How was he to brook the sight, chained as he was to the Dragon court-see Giles lord it over her, and all of them, see her missing the love that was burning for her elsewhere. Stephen lost his boyhood on that evening, and, though force of habit kept him like himself outwardly, he never was alone, without feeling dazed, and torn in every direction at once.
CHAPTER XXI.
SWORD OR SMITHY
"Darest thou be so valiant as to play the coward with thy indenture, and to show it a fair pair of heels and run from it?"
SHAKESPEARE.
TIDINGS came forth on the parting from the French King that the English Court was about to move to Gravelines to pay a visit to the Emperor and his aunt, the d.u.c.h.ess of Savoy. As it was hoped that jousts might make part of the entertainment, the attendance of the Dragon party was required. Giles was unfeignedly delighted at this extension of holiday, Stephen felt that it deferred the day-would it be of strange joy or pain?-of standing face to face with Dennet; and even Kit had come to tolerate foreign parts more with Sir John Fulford to show him the way to the best Flemish ale!
The knight took upon himself the conduct of the Dragons. He understood how to lead them by routes where all provisions and ale had not been consumed; and he knew how to swagger and threaten so as to obtain the best of liquor and provisions at each _kermesse_-at least so he said, though it might be doubted whether the Flemings might not have been more willing to yield up their stores to Kit"s open, honest face and free hand.
However, Fulford seemed to consider himself one with the party; and he beguiled the way by tales of the doings of the Badgers in Italy and Savoy, which were listened to with avidity by the lads, distracting Stephen from the pain at his heart, and filling both with excitement.
They were to have the honour of seeing the Badgers at Gravelines, where they were encamped outside the city to serve as a guard to the great inclosure that was being made of canvas stretched on the masts of ships to mark out the s.p.a.ce for a great banquet and dance.
The weather broke however just as Henry, his wife and his sister, entered Gravelines; it rained pertinaciously, a tempestuous wind blew down the erection, and as there was no time to set it up again, the sports necessarily took place in the castle and town hall. There was no occasion for the exercise of the armourer"s craft, and as Charles had forbidden the concourse of all save invited guests, everything was comparatively quiet and dull, though the entertainment was on the most liberal scale. Lodgings were provided in the city at the Emperor"s expense, and wherever an Englishman was quartered each night, the imperial officers brought a cast of fine manchet bread, two great silver pots with wine, a pound of sugar, white and yellow candles, and a torch.
As Randall said, "Charles gave solid pudding where Francis gave empty praise"!
Smallbones and the two youths had very little to do, save to consume these provisions and accept the hospitality freely offered to them at the camp of the Badgers, where Smallbones and the Ancient of the troop sat fraternising over big flagons of Flemish ale, which did not visibly intoxicate the honest smith, but kept him in the dull and drowsy state, which was his idea of the _dolce far niente_ of a holiday. Meanwhile the two youths were made much of by the warriors, Stephen"s dexterity with the bow and back-sword were shown off and lauded, Giles"s strength was praised, and all manner of new feats were taught them, all manner of stories told them; and the shrinking of well-trained young citizens from these lawless me "full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard," and some very truculent-looking, had given way to judicious flattery, and to the attractions of adventure and of a free life, where wealth and honour awaited the bold.
Stephen was told that the gentleman in him was visible, that he ought to disdain the flat cap and blue gown, that here was his opportunity, and that among the Badgers he would soon be so rich, famous, glorious, as to wonder that he had ever tolerated the greasy mechanical life of a base burgher. Respect to his oaths to his master-Sir John laughed the scruple to scorn; nay, if he were so tender, he could buy his absolution the first time he had his pouch full of gold.
"What shall I do?" was the cry of Stephen"s heart. "My honour and my oath. They bind me. _She_ would weep. My master would deem me ungrateful, Ambrose break his heart. And yet who knows but I should do worse if I stayed, I shall break my own heart if I do. I shall not see-I may forget. No, no, never! but at least I shall never know the moment when the lubber takes the jewel he knows not how to prize!