"My lord duke," replied d.i.c.k, stoutly enough, but with a qualm at heart, "I have not even the good fortune to return with my command. I have been, so please your grace, well beaten."
Gloucester looked upon him with a formidable frown.
"I gave you fifty lances, {3} sir," he said.
"My lord duke, I had but fifty men-at-arms," replied the young knight.
"How is this?" said Gloucester. "He did ask me fifty lances."
"May it please your grace," replied Catesby, smoothly, "for a pursuit we gave him but the hors.e.m.e.n."
"It is well," replied Richard, adding, "Shelton, ye may go."
"Stay!" said Lord Foxham. "This young man likewise had a charge from me.
It may be he hath better sped. Say, Master Shelton, have ye found the maid?"
"I praise the saints, my lord," said d.i.c.k, "she is in this house."
"Is it even so? Well, then, my lord the duke," resumed Lord Foxham, "with your good will, to-morrow, before the army march, I do propose a marriage. This young squire--"
"Young knight," interrupted Catesby.
"Say ye so, Sir William?" cried Lord Foxham.
"I did myself, and for good service, dub him knight," said Gloucester.
"He hath twice manfully served me. It is not valour of hands, it is a man"s mind of iron, that he lacks. He will not rise, Lord Foxham. "Tis a fellow that will fight indeed bravely in a mellay, but hath a capon"s heart. Howbeit, if he is to marry, marry him in the name of Mary, and be done!"
"Nay, he is a brave lad--I know it," said Lord Foxham. "Content ye, then, Sir Richard. I have compounded this affair with Master Hamley, and to-morrow ye shall wed."
Whereupon d.i.c.k judged it prudent to withdraw; but he was not yet clear of the refectory, when a man, but newly alighted at the gate, came running four stairs at a bound, and, brushing through the abbey servants, threw himself on one knee before the duke.
"Victory, my lord," he cried.
And before d.i.c.k had got to the chamber set apart for him as Lord Foxham"s guest, the troops in the holm were cheering around their fires; for upon that same day, not twenty miles away, a second crushing blow had been dealt to the power of Lancaster.
CHAPTER VII--d.i.c.k"S REVENGE
The next morning d.i.c.k was afoot before the sun, and having dressed himself to the best advantage with the aid of the Lord Foxham"s baggage, and got good reports of Joan, he set forth on foot to walk away his impatience.
For some while he made rounds among the soldiery, who were getting to arms in the wintry twilight of the dawn and by the red glow of torches; but gradually he strolled further afield, and at length pa.s.sed clean beyond the outposts, and walked alone in the frozen forest, waiting for the sun.
His thoughts were both quiet and happy. His brief favour with the Duke he could not find it in his heart to mourn; with Joan to wife, and my Lord Foxham for a faithful patron, he looked most happily upon the future; and in the past he found but little to regret.
As he thus strolled and pondered, the solemn light of the morning grew more clear, the east was already coloured by the sun, and a little scathing wind blew up the frozen snow. He turned to go home; but even as he turned, his eye lit upon a figure behind, a tree.
"Stand!" he cried. "Who goes?"
The figure stepped forth and waved its hand like a dumb person. It was arrayed like a pilgrim, the hood lowered over the face, but d.i.c.k, in an instant, recognised Sir Daniel.
He strode up to him, drawing his sword; and the knight, putting his hand in his bosom, as if to seize a hidden weapon, steadfastly awaited his approach.
"Well, d.i.c.kon," said Sir Daniel, "how is it to be? Do ye make war upon the fallen?"
"I made no war upon your life," replied the lad; "I was your true friend until ye sought for mine; but ye have sought for it greedily."
"Nay--self-defence," replied the knight. "And now, boy, the news of this battle, and the presence of yon crooked devil here in mine own wood, have broken me beyond all help. I go to Holywood for sanctuary; thence overseas, with what I can carry, and to begin life again in Burgundy or France."
"Ye may not go to Holywood," said d.i.c.k.
"How! May not?" asked the knight.
"Look ye, Sir Daniel, this is my marriage morn," said d.i.c.k; "and yon sun that is to rise will make the brightest day that ever shone for me. Your life is forfeit--doubly forfeit, for my father"s death and your own practices to meward. But I myself have done amiss; I have brought about men"s deaths; and upon this glad day I will be neither judge nor hangman.
An ye were the devil, I would not lay a hand on you. An ye were the devil, ye might go where ye will for me. Seek G.o.d"s forgiveness; mine ye have freely. But to go on to Holywood is different. I carry arms for York, and I will suffer no spy within their lines. Hold it, then, for certain, if ye set one foot before another, I will uplift my voice and call the nearest post to seize you."
"Ye mock me," said Sir Daniel. "I have no safety out of Holywood."
"I care no more," returned Richard. "I let you go east, west, or south; north I will not. Holywood is shut against you. Go, and seek not to return. For, once ye are gone, I will warn every post about this army, and there will be so shrewd a watch upon all pilgrims that, once again, were ye the very devil, ye would find it ruin to make the essay."
"Ye doom me," said Sir Daniel, gloomily.
"I doom you not," returned Richard. "If it so please you to set your valour against mine, come on; and though I fear it be disloyal to my party, I will take the challenge openly and fully, fight you with mine own single strength, and call for none to help me. So shall I avenge my father, with a perfect conscience."
"Ay," said Sir Daniel, "y" have a long sword against my dagger."
"I rely upon Heaven only," answered d.i.c.k, casting his sword some way behind him on the snow. "Now, if your ill-fate bids you, come; and, under the pleasure of the Almighty, I make myself bold to feed your bones to foxes."
"I did but try you, d.i.c.kon," returned the knight, with an uneasy semblance of a laugh. "I would not spill your blood."
"Go, then, ere it be too late," replied Shelton. "In five minutes I will call the post. I do perceive that I am too long-suffering. Had but our places been reversed, I should have been bound hand and foot some minutes past."
"Well, d.i.c.kon, I will go," replied Sir Daniel. "When we next meet, it shall repent you that ye were so harsh."
And with these words, the knight turned and began to move off under the trees. d.i.c.k watched him with strangely-mingled feelings, as he went, swiftly and warily, and ever and again turning a wicked eye upon the lad who had spared him, and whom he still suspected.
There was upon one side of where he went a thicket, strongly matted with green ivy, and, even in its winter state, impervious to the eye. Herein, all of a sudden, a bow sounded like a note of music. An arrow flew, and with a great, choked cry of agony and anger, the Knight of Tunstall threw up his hands and fell forward in the snow.
d.i.c.k bounded to his side and raised him. His face desperately worked; his whole body was shaken by contorting spasms.
"Is the arrow black?" he gasped.
"It is black," replied d.i.c.k, gravely.
And then, before he could add one word, a desperate seizure of pain shook the wounded man from head to foot, so that his body leaped in d.i.c.k"s supporting arms, and with the extremity of that pang his spirit fled in silence.
The young man laid him back gently on the snow and prayed for that unprepared and guilty spirit, and as he prayed the sun came up at a bound, and the robins began chirping in the ivy.