"I will thank you, for the form"s sake," said Matcham. "But, in sooth, good Master Shelton, I had liever find my way alone. Here is a wide wood; prithee, let each choose his path; I owe you a dinner and a lesson.
Fare ye well!"
"Nay," cried d.i.c.k, "if that be your tune, so be it, and a plague be with you!"
Each turned aside, and they began walking off severally, with no thought of the direction, intent solely on their quarrel. But d.i.c.k had not gone ten paces ere his name was called, and Matcham came running after.
"d.i.c.k," he said, "it were unmannerly to part so coldly. Here is my hand, and my heart with it. For all that wherein you have so excellently served and helped me--not for the form, but from the heart, I thank you.
Fare ye right well."
"Well, lad," returned d.i.c.k, taking the hand which was offered him, "good speed to you, if speed you may. But I mis...o...b.. it shrewdly. Y" are too disputatious." So then they separated for the second time; and presently it was d.i.c.k who was running after Matcham.
"Here," he said, "take my cross-bow; shalt not go unarmed."
"A cross-bow!" said Matcham. "Nay, boy, I have neither the strength to bend nor yet the skill to aim with it. It were no help to me, good boy.
But yet I thank you."
The night had now fallen, and under the trees they could no longer read each other"s face.
"I will go some little way with you," said d.i.c.k. "The night is dark. I would fain leave you on a path, at least. My mind misgiveth me, y" are likely to be lost."
Without any more words, he began to walk forward, and the other once more followed him. The blackness grew thicker and thicker. Only here and there, in open places, they saw the sky, dotted with small stars. In the distance, the noise of the rout of the Lancastrian army still continued to be faintly audible; but with every step they left it farther in the rear.
At the end of half an hour of silent progress they came forth upon a broad patch of heathy open. It glimmered in the light of the stars, s.h.a.ggy with fern and islanded with clumps of yew. And here they paused and looked upon each other.
"Y" are weary?" d.i.c.k said.
"Nay, I am so weary," answered Matcham, "that methinks I could lie down and die."
"I hear the chiding of a river," returned d.i.c.k. "Let us go so far forth, for I am sore athirst."
The ground sloped down gently; and, sure enough, in the bottom, they found a little murmuring river, running among willows. Here they threw themselves down together by the brink; and putting their mouths to the level of a starry pool, they drank their fill.
"d.i.c.k," said Matcham, "it may not be. I can no more."
"I saw a pit as we came down," said d.i.c.k. "Let us lie down therein and sleep."
"Nay, but with all my heart!" cried Matcham.
The pit was sandy and dry; a shock of brambles hung upon one hedge, and made a partial shelter; and there the two lads lay down, keeping close together for the sake of warmth, their quarrel all forgotten. And soon sleep fell upon them like a cloud, and under the dew and stars they rested peacefully.
CHAPTER VII--THE HOODED FACE
They awoke in the grey of the morning; the birds were not yet in full song, but twittered here and there among the woods; the sun was not yet up, but the eastern sky was barred with solemn colours. Half starved and over-weary as they were, they lay without moving, sunk in a delightful la.s.situde. And as they thus lay, the clang of a bell fell suddenly upon their ears.
"A bell!" said d.i.c.k, sitting up. "Can we be, then, so near to Holywood?"
A little after, the bell clanged again, but this time somewhat nearer hand; and from that time forth, and still drawing nearer and nearer, it continued to sound brokenly abroad in the silence of the morning.
"Nay, what should this betoken?" said d.i.c.k, who was now broad awake.
"It is some one walking," returned Matcham, and "the bell tolleth ever as he moves."
"I see that well," said d.i.c.k. "But wherefore? What maketh he in Tunstall Woods? Jack," he added, "laugh at me an ye will, but I like not the hollow sound of it."
"Nay," said Matcham, with a shiver, "it hath a doleful note. An the day were not come"--
But just then the bell, quickening its pace, began to ring thick and hurried, and then it gave a single hammering jangle, and was silent for a s.p.a.ce.
"It is as though the bearer had run for a pater-noster while, and then leaped the river," d.i.c.k observed.
"And now beginneth he again to pace soberly forward," added Matcham.
"Nay," returned d.i.c.k--"nay, not so soberly, Jack. "Tis a man that walketh you right speedily. "Tis a man in some fear of his life, or about some hurried business. See ye not how swift the beating draweth near?"
"It is now close by," said Matcham.
They were now on the edge of the pit; and as the pit itself was on a certain eminence, they commanded a view over the greater proportion of the clearing, up to the thick woods that closed it in.
The daylight, which was very clear and grey, showed them a riband of white footpath wandering among the gorse. It pa.s.sed some hundred yards from the pit, and ran the whole length of the clearing, east and west.
By the line of its course, d.i.c.k judged it should lead more or less directly to the Moat House.
Upon this path, stepping forth from the margin of the wood, a white figure now appeared. It paused a little, and seemed to look about; and then, at a slow pace, and bent almost double, it began to draw near across the heath. At every step the bell clanked. Face, it had none; a white hood, not even pierced with eye-holes, veiled the head; and as the creature moved, it seemed to feel its way with the tapping of a stick.
Fear fell upon the lads, as cold as death.
"A leper!" said d.i.c.k, hoa.r.s.ely.
"His touch is death," said Matcham. "Let us run."
"Not so," returned d.i.c.k. "See ye not?--he is stone blind. He guideth him with a staff. Let us lie still; the wind bloweth towards the path, and he will go by and hurt us not. Alas, poor soul, and we should rather pity him!"
"I will pity him when he is by," replied Matcham.
The blind leper was now about halfway towards them, and just then the sun rose and shone full on his veiled face. He had been a tall man before he was bowed by his disgusting sickness, and even now he walked with a vigorous step. The dismal beating of his bell, the pattering of the stick, the eyeless screen before his countenance, and the knowledge that he was not only doomed to death and suffering, but shut out for ever from the touch of his fellow-men, filled the lads" bosoms with dismay; and at every step that brought him nearer, their courage and strength seemed to desert them.
As he came about level with the pit, he paused, and turned his face full upon the lads.
"Mary be my shield! He sees us!" said Matcham, faintly.
"Hush!" whispered d.i.c.k. "He doth but hearken. He is blind, fool!"
The leper looked or listened, whichever he was really doing, for some seconds. Then he began to move on again, but presently paused once more, and again turned and seemed to gaze upon the lads. Even d.i.c.k became dead-white and closed his eyes, as if by the mere sight he might become infected. But soon the bell sounded, and this time, without any farther hesitation, the leper crossed the remainder of the little heath and disappeared into the covert of the woods.
"He saw us," said Matcham. "I could swear it!"
"Tut!" returned d.i.c.k, recovering some sparks of courage. "He but heard us. He was in fear, poor soul! An ye were blind, and walked in a perpetual night, ye would start yourself, if ever a twig rustled or a bird cried "Peep.""