"For my Lord of Gloucester?" repeated the priest. "Hath, then, the battle gone so sore?"
"The battle, father, is at an end, Lancaster clean sped, my Lord of Risingham--Heaven rest him!--left upon the field. And now, with your good leave, I follow mine affairs." And thrusting on one side the priest, who seemed stupefied at the news, d.i.c.k pushed open the door and rattled up the stairs four at a bound, and without pause or stumble, till he stepped upon the open platform at the top.
Sh.o.r.eby Church tower not only commanded the town, as in a map, but looked far, on both sides, over sea and land. It was now near upon noon; the day exceeding bright, the snow dazzling. And as d.i.c.k looked around him, he could measure the consequences of the battle.
A confused, growling uproar reached him from the streets, and now and then, but very rarely, the clash of steel. Not a ship, not so much as a skiff remained in harbour; but the sea was dotted with sails and row-boats laden with fugitives. On sh.o.r.e, too, the surface of the snowy meadows was broken up with bands of hors.e.m.e.n, some cutting their way towards the borders of the forest, others, who were doubtless of the Yorkist side, stoutly interposing and beating them back upon the town.
Over all the open ground there lay a prodigious quant.i.ty of fallen men and horses, clearly defined upon the snow.
To complete the picture, those of the foot soldiers as had not found place upon a ship still kept up an archery combat on the borders of the port, and from the cover of the sh.o.r.eside taverns. In that quarter, also, one or two houses had been fired, and the smoke towered high in the frosty sunlight, and blew off to sea in voluminous folds.
Already close upon the margin of the woods, and somewhat in the line of Holywood, one particular clump of fleeing hors.e.m.e.n riveted the attention of the young watcher on the tower. It was fairly numerous; in no other quarter of the field did so many Lancastrians still hold together; thus they had left a wide, discoloured wake upon the snow, and d.i.c.k was able to trace them step by step from where they had left the town.
While d.i.c.k stood watching them, they had gained, unopposed, the first fringe of the leafless forest, and, turning a little from their direction, the sun fell for a moment full on their array, as it was relieved against the dusky wood.
"Murrey and blue!" cried d.i.c.k. "I swear it--murrey and blue!"
The next moment he was descending the stairway.
It was now his business to seek out the Duke of Gloucester, who alone, in the disorder of the forces, might be able to supply him with a sufficiency of men. The fighting in the main town was now practically at an end; and as d.i.c.k ran hither and thither, seeking the commander, the streets were thick with wandering soldiers, some laden with more booty than they could well stagger under, others shouting drunk. None of them, when questioned, had the least notion of the duke"s whereabouts; and, at last, it was by sheer good fortune that d.i.c.k found him, where he sat in the saddle directing operations to dislodge the archers from the harbour side.
"Sir Richard Shelton, ye are well found," he said. "I owe you one thing that I value little, my life; and one that I can never pay you for, this victory. Catesby, if I had ten such captains as Sir Richard, I would march forthright on London. But now, sir, claim your reward."
"Freely, my lord," said d.i.c.k, "freely and loudly. One hath escaped to whom I owe some grudges, and taken with him one whom I owe love and service. Give me, then, fifty lances, that I may pursue; and for any obligation that your graciousness is pleased to allow, it shall be clean discharged."
"How call ye him?" inquired the duke.
"Sir Daniel Brackley," answered Richard.
"Out upon him, double-face!" cried Gloucester. "Here is no reward, Sir Richard; here is fresh service offered, and, if that ye bring his head to me, a fresh debt upon my conscience. Catesby, get him these lances; and you, sir, bethink ye, in the meanwhile, what pleasure, honour, or profit it shall be mine to give you."
Just then the Yorkist skirmishers carried one of the sh.o.r.eside taverns, swarming in upon it on three sides, and driving out or taking its defenders. Crookback d.i.c.k was pleased to cheer the exploit, and pushing his horse a little nearer, called to see the prisoners.
There were four or five of them--two men of my Lord Sh.o.r.eby"s and one of Lord Risingham"s among the number, and last, but in d.i.c.k"s eyes not least, a tall, shambling, grizzled old shipman, between drunk and sober, and with a dog whimpering and jumping at his heels.
The young duke pa.s.sed them for a moment under a severe review.
"Good," he said. "Hang them."
And he turned the other way to watch the progress of the fight.
"My lord," said d.i.c.k, "so please you, I have found my reward. Grant me the life and liberty of yon old shipman."
Gloucester turned and looked the speaker in the face.
"Sir Richard," he said, "I make not war with peac.o.c.k"s feathers, but steel shafts. Those that are mine enemies I slay, and that without excuse or favour. For, bethink ye, in this realm of England, that is so torn in pieces, there is not a man of mine but hath a brother or a friend upon the other party. If, then, I did begin to grant these pardons, I might sheathe my sword."
"It may be so, my lord; and yet I will be overbold, and at the risk of your disfavour, recall your lordship"s promise," replied d.i.c.k.
Richard of Gloucester flushed.
"Mark it right well," he said, harshly. "I love not mercy, nor yet mercymongers. Ye have this day laid the foundations of high fortune. If ye oppose to me my word, which I have plighted, I will yield. But, by the glory of heaven, there your favour dies!
"Mine is the loss," said d.i.c.k.
"Give him his sailor," said the duke; and wheeling his horse, he turned his back upon young Shelton.
d.i.c.k was nor glad nor sorry. He had seen too much of the young duke to set great store on his affection; and the origin and growth of his own favour had been too flimsy and too rapid to inspire much confidence. One thing alone he feared--that the vindictive leader might revoke the offer of the lances. But here he did justice neither to Gloucester"s honour (such as it was) nor, above all, to his decision. If he had once judged d.i.c.k to be the right man to pursue Sir Daniel, he was not one to change; and he soon proved it by shouting after Catesby to be speedy, for the paladin was waiting.
In the meanwhile, d.i.c.k turned to the old shipman, who had seemed equally indifferent to his condemnation and to his subsequent release.
"Arblaster," said d.i.c.k, "I have done you ill; but now, by the rood, I think I have cleared the score."
But the old skipper only looked upon him dully and held his peace.
"Come," continued d.i.c.k, "a life is a life, old shrew, and it is more than ships or liquor. Say ye forgive me; for if your life be worth nothing to you, it hath cost me the beginnings of my fortune. Come, I have paid for it dearly; be not so churlish."
"An I had had my ship," said Arblaster, "I would "a" been forth and safe on the high seas--I and my man Tom. But ye took my ship, gossip, and I"m a beggar; and for my man Tom, a knave fellow in russet shot him down.
"Murrain!" quoth he, and spake never again. "Murrain" was the last of his words, and the poor spirit of him pa.s.sed. "A will never sail no more, will my Tom.""
d.i.c.k was seized with unavailing penitence and pity; he sought to take the skipper"s hand, but Arblaster avoided his touch.
"Nay," said he, "let be. Y" have played the devil with me, and let that content you."
The words died in Richard"s throat. He saw, through tears, the poor old man, bemused with liquor and sorrow, go shambling away, with bowed head, across the snow, and the unnoticed dog whimpering at his heels, and for the first time began to understand the desperate game that we play in life; and how a thing once done is not to be changed or remedied, by any penitence.
But there was no time left to him for vain regret.
Catesby had now collected the hors.e.m.e.n, and riding up to d.i.c.k he dismounted, and offered him his own horse.
"This morning," he said, "I was somewhat jealous of your favour; it hath not been of a long growth; and now, Sir Richard, it is with a very good heart that I offer you this horse--to ride away with."
"Suffer me yet a moment," replied d.i.c.k. "This favour of mine--whereupon was it founded?"
"Upon your name," answered Catesby. "It is my lord"s chief superst.i.tion.
Were my name Richard, I should be an earl to-morrow."
"Well, sir, I thank you," returned d.i.c.k; "and since I am little likely to follow these great fortunes, I will even say farewell. I will not pretend I was displeased to think myself upon the road to fortune; but I will not pretend, neither, that I am over-sorry to be done with it.
Command and riches, they are brave things, to be sure; but a word in your ear--yon duke of yours, he is a fearsome lad."
Catesby laughed.
"Nay," said he, "of a verity he that rides with Crooked d.i.c.k will ride deep. Well, G.o.d keep us all from evil! Speed ye well."
Thereupon d.i.c.k put himself at the head of his men, and giving the word of command, rode off.
He made straight across the town, following what he supposed to be the route of Sir Daniel, and spying around for any signs that might decide if he were right.
The streets were strewn with the dead and the wounded, whose fate, in the bitter frost, was far the more pitiable. Gangs of the victors went from house to house, pillaging and stabbing, and sometimes singing together as they went.