"Your own heart is your best counsellor," was the priest"s answer. "Go as it guides you, knowing that, through it, it is G.o.d who guides. Nor fear that you will fail. But if love and the joys of life should leave you, then come back, and we will talk again.
Go on, pure knight of Christ, fearing nothing and sure of the reward, and take with you the blessing of Christ and of his Church."
"What penance must I bear, father?"
"Such souls as yours inflict their own penance. The saints forbid that I should add to it," was the gentle answer.
Then with a lightened heart G.o.dwin returned to the altar rails, while his brother Wulf was summoned to take his place in the confessional. Of the sins that he had to tell we need not speak.
They were such as are common to young men, and none of them very grievous. Still, before he gave him absolution, the good Prior admonished him to think less of his body and more of his spirit; less of the glory of feats of arms and more of the true ends to which he should enter on them. He bade him, moreover, to take his brother G.o.dwin as an earthly guide and example, since there lived no better or wiser man of his years, and finally dismissed him, prophesying that if he would heed these counsels, he would come to great glory on earth and in heaven.
"Father, I will do my best," answered Wulf humbly; "but there cannot be two G.o.dwins; and, father, sometimes I fear me that our paths will cross, since two men cannot win one woman."
"I know the trouble," answered the Prior anxiously, "and with less n.o.ble-natured men it might be grave. But if it should come to this, then must the lady judge according to the wishes of her own heart, and he who loses her must be loyal in sorrow as in joy. Be sure that you take no base advantage of your brother in the hour of temptation, and bear him no bitterness should he win the bride."
"I think I can be sure of that," said Wulf; "also that we, who have loved each other from birth, would die before we betrayed each other."
"I think so also," answered the Prior; "but Satan is very strong."
Then Wulf also returned to the altar rails, and the full Ma.s.s was sung, and the Sacrament received by the two neophytes, and the offerings made all in their appointed order. Next they were led back to the Priory to rest and eat a little after their long night"s vigil in the cold church, and here they abode awhile, thinking their own thoughts, seated alone in the Prior"s chamber.
At length Wulf, who seemed to be ill at ease, rose and laid his hand upon his brother"s shoulder, saying:
"I can be silent no more; it was ever thus: that which is in my mind must out of it. I have words to say to you."
"Speak on, Wulf," said G.o.dwin.
Wulf sat himself down again upon his stool, and for a while stared hard at nothing, for he did not seem to find it easy to begin this talk. Now G.o.dwin could read his brother"s mind like a book, but Wulf could not always read G.o.dwin"s, although, being twins who had been together from birth, their hearts were for the most part open to each other without the need of words.
"It is of our cousin Rosamund, is it not?" asked G.o.dwin presently.
"Ay. Who else?"
"And you would tell me that you love her, and that now you are a knight--almost--and hard on five-and twenty years of age, you would ask her to become your affianced wife?"
"Yes, G.o.dwin; it came into my heart when she rode the grey horse into the water, there upon the pier, and I thought that I should never see her any more. I tell you it came into my heart that life was not worth living nor death worth dying without her."
"Then, Wulf," answered G.o.dwin slowly, "what more is there to say?
Ask on, and prosper. Why not? We have some lands, if not many, and Rosamund will not lack for them. Nor do I think that our uncle would forbid you, if she wills it, seeing that you are the properest man and the bravest in all this country side."
"Except my brother G.o.dwin, who is all these things, and good and learned to boot, which I am not," replied Wulf musingly. Then there was silence for a while, which he broke.
"G.o.dwin, our ill-luck is that you love her also, and that you thought the same thoughts which I did yonder on the quay-head."
G.o.dwin flushed a little, and his long fingers tightened their grip upon his knee.
"It is so," he said quietly. "To my grief it is so. But Rosamund knows nothing of this, and should never know it if you will keep a watch upon your tongue. Moreover, you need not be jealous of me, before marriage or after."
"What, then, would you have me do?" asked Wulf hotly. "Seek her heart, and perchance--though this I doubt--let her yield it to me, she thinking that you care naught for her?"
"Why not?" asked G.o.dwin again, with a sigh; "it might save her some pain and you some doubt, and make my own path clearer.
Marriage is more to you than to me, Wulf, who think sometimes that my sword should be my spouse and duty my only aim."
"Who think, having a heart of gold, that even in such a thing as this you will not bar the path of the brother whom you love. Nay, G.o.dwin, as I am a sinful man, and as I desire her above all things on earth, I will play no such coward"s game, nor conquer one who will not lift his sword lest he should hurt me. Sooner would I bid you all farewell, and go to seek fortune or death in the wars without word spoken."
"Leaving Rosamund to pine, perchance. Oh, could we be sure that she had no mind toward either of us, that would be best--to begone together. But, Wulf, we cannot be sure, since at times, to be honest, I have thought she loves you."
"And at times, to be honest, G.o.dwin, I have been sure that she loves you, although I should like to try my luck and hear it from her lips, which on such terms I will not do."
"What, then, is your plan, Wulf?"
"My plan is that if our uncle gives us leave, we should both speak to her--you first, as the elder, setting out your case as best you can, and asking her to think of it and give you your answer within a day. Then, before that day is done I also should speak, so that she may know all the story, and play her part in it with opened eyes, not deeming, as otherwise she might, that we know each other"s minds, and that you ask because I have no will that way."
"It is very fair," replied G.o.dwin; "and worthy of you, who are the most honest of men. Yet, Wulf, I am troubled. See you, my brother, have ever brethren loved each other as we do? And now must the shadow of a woman fall upon and blight that love which is so fair and precious?"
"Why so?" asked Wulf. "Come, G.o.dwin, let us make a pact that it shall not be thus, and keep it by the help of heaven. Let us show the world that two men can love one woman and still love each other, not knowing as yet which of them she will choose--if, indeed, she chooses either. For, G.o.dwin, we are not the only gentlemen whose eyes have turned, or yet may turn, towards the high-born, rich, and lovely lady Rosamund. Is it your will that we should make such a pact?"
G.o.dwin thought a little, then answered:
"Yes; but if so, it must be one so strong that for her sake and for both our sakes we cannot break it and live with honour."
"So be it," said Wulf; "this is man"s work, not child"s make-believe."
Then G.o.dwin rose, and going to the door, bade his squire, who watched without, pray the Prior John to come to them as they sought his counsel in a matter. So he came, and, standing before him with downcast head, G.o.dwin told him all the tale, which, indeed, he who knew so much already, was quick to understand, and of their purpose also; while at a question from the prior, Wulf answered that it was well and truly said, nothing having been kept back. Then they asked him if it was lawful that they should take such an oath, to which he replied that he thought it not only lawful, but very good.
So in the end, kneeling together hand in hand before the Rood that stood in the chamber, they repeated this oath after him, both of them together.
"We brethren, G.o.dwin and Wulf D"Arcy, do swear by the holy Cross of Christ, and by the patron saint of this place, St. Mary Magdalene, and our own patron saints, St. Peter and St. Chad, standing in the presence of G.o.d, of our guardian angels, and of you, John, that being both of us enamoured of our cousin, Rosamund D"Arcy, we will ask her to wife in the manner we have agreed, and no other. That we will abide by her decision, should she choose either of us, nor seek to alter it by tempting her from her troth, or in any fashion overt or covert. That he of us whom she refuses will thenceforth be a brother to her and no more, however Satan may tempt his heart otherwise. That so far as may be possible to us, who are but sinful men, we will suffer neither bitterness nor jealousy to come between our love because of this woman, and that in war or peace we will remain faithful comrades and brethren. Thus we swear with a true heart and purpose, and in token thereof, knowing that he who breaks this oath will be a knight dishonoured and a vessel fit for the wrath of G.o.d, we kiss this Rood and one another."
This, then, these brethren said and did, and with light minds and joyful faces received the blessing of the Prior, who had christened them in infancy, and went down to meet the great company that had ridden forth to lead them back to Steeple, where their knighting should be done.
So to Steeple, preceded by the squires, who rode before them bareheaded, carrying their swords by the scabbarded points, with their gold spurs hanging from the hilts, they came at last. Here the hall was set for a great feast, a s.p.a.ce having been left between the tables and the dais, to which the brethren were conducted. Then came forward Sir Anthony de Mandeville and Sir Roger de Merci in full armour, and presented to Sir Andrew D"Arcy, their uncle, who stood upon the edge of the dais, also in his armour, their swords and spurs, of which he gave back to them two of the latter, bidding them affix these upon the candidates" right heels. This done, the Prior John blessed the swords, after which Sir Andrew girded them about the waists of his nephews, saying:
"Take ye back the swords that you have used so well."
Next, he drew his own silver-hilted blade that had been his father"s and his grandfather"s, and whilst they knelt before him, smote each of them three blows upon the right shoulder, crying with a loud voice: "In the name of G.o.d, St. Michael, and St. George, I knight ye. Be ye good knights."
Thereafter came forward Rosamund as their nearest kinswoman, and, helped by other ladies, clad upon them their hauberks, or coats of mail, their helms of steel, and their kite-shaped shields, emblazoned with a skull, the cognizance of their race. This done, with the musicians marching before them, they walked to Steeple church--a distance of two hundred paces from the Hall, where they laid their swords upon the altar and took them up again, swearing to be good servants of Christ and defenders of the Church. As they left its doors, who should meet them but the cook, carrying his chopper in his hand and claiming as his fee the value of the spurs they wore, crying aloud at the same time:
"If either of you young knights should do aught in despite of your honour and of the oaths that you have sworn--from which may G.o.d and his saints prevent you!--then with my chopper will I hack these spurs from off your heels."
Thus at last the long ceremony was ended, and after it came a very great feast, for at the high table were entertained many n.o.ble knights and ladies, and below, in the hall their squires, and other gentlemen, and outside all the yeomanry and villagers, whilst the children and the aged had food and drink given to them in the nave of the church itself. When the eating at length was done, the centre of the hall was cleared, and while men drank, the minstrels made music. All were very merry with wine and strong ale, and talk arose among them as to which of these brethren--Sir G.o.dwin or Sir Wulf--was the more brave, the more handsome, and the more learned and courteous.
Now a knight--it was Sir Surin de Salcote--seeing that the argument grew hot and might lead to blows, rose and declared that this should be decided by beauty alone, and that none could be more fitted to judge than the fair lady whom the two of them had saved from woman-thieves at the Death Creek quay. They all called, "Ay, let her settle it," and it was agreed that she would give the kerchief from her neck to the bravest, a beaker of wine to the handsomest, and a Book of Hours to the most learned.
So, seeing no help for it, since except her father, the brethren, the most of the other ladies and herself, who drank but water, gentle and simple alike, had begun to grow heated with wine, and were very urgent, Rosamund took the silk kerchief from her neck. Then coming to the edge of the dais, where they were seated in the sight of all, she stood before her cousins, not knowing, poor maid, to which of them she should offer it. But G.o.dwin whispered a word to Wulf, and both of them stretching out their right hands, s.n.a.t.c.hed an end of the kerchief which she held towards them, and rending it, twisted the severed halves round their sword hilts. The company laughed at their wit, and cried:
"The wine for the more handsome. They cannot serve that thus."
Rosamund thought a moment; then she lifted a great silver beaker, the largest on the board, and having filled it full of wine, once more came forward and held it before them as though pondering. Thereon the brethren, as though by a single movement, bent forward and each of them touched the beaker with his lips.
Again a great laugh went up, and even Rosamund smiled.