"Then, said I, "may this thing be?" And I took myself to task. "Gerard, son of Eli, dost thou well to bemoan thy lot, that hast youth and health; and here comes the wreck of nature on crutches, praising G.o.d"s goodness with singing like a mavis?""
_Catherine._] "There you see."
_Eli._] "Whist, dame, whist!"
"And whenever he saw me, he left carolling and presently hobbled up and chanted, "Charity, for love of Heaven, sweet master, charity," with a whine as piteous as wind at keyhole. "Alack, poor soul," said I, "charity is in my heart, but not my purse; I am poor as thou." Then he believed me none, and to melt me undid his sleeve, and showed a sore wound on his arm, and said he: "Poor cripple though I be, I am like to lose this eye to boot, look else." I saw and groaned for him, and to excuse myself let him wot how I have been robbed of my last copper.
Thereat he left whining all in a moment, and said, in a big manly voice, "Then I"ll e"en take a rest. Here, youngster, pull thou this strap: nay, fear not!" I pulled, and down came a stout pair of legs out of his back; and half his hump had melted away, and the wound in his eye no deeper than the bandage."
"Oh!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Margaret"s hearers, in a body.
"Whereat, seeing me astounded, he laughed in my face, and told me I was not worth gulling, and offered me his protection. "My face was prophetic," he said. "Of what?" said I. "Marry," said he, "that its owner will starve in this thievish land." Travel teaches e"en the young wisdom. Time was I had turned and fled this impostor as a pestilence; but now I listened patiently to pick up crumbs of counsel. And well I did: for nature and his adventurous life had crammed the poor knave with shrewdness and knowledge of the homelier sort--a child was I beside him.
When he had turned me inside out, said he, "Didst well to leave France and make for Germany; but think not of Holland again. Nay, on to Augsburg and Nurnberg, the Paradise of craftsmen: thence to Venice, an thou wilt. But thou wilt never bide in Italy nor any other land, having once tasted the great German cities. Why there is but one honest country in Europe, and that is Germany; and since thou art honest, and since I am a vagabone, Germany was made for us twain." I bade him make that good: how might one country fit true men and knaves? "Why, thou novice,"
said he, "because in an honest land are fewer knaves to bite the honest man, and many honest men for the knave to bite. I was in luck, being honest, to have fallen in with a friendly sharp. Be my pal," said he. "I go to Nurnberg, we will reach it with full pouches. I"ll learn ye the cul de bois, and the cul de jatte, and how to maund, and chant, and patter, and to raise swellings, and paint sores and ulcers on thy body would take in the divell." I told him, shivering, I"d liever die than shame myself and my folk so."
_Eli._] "Good lad! good lad!"
"Why what shame was it for such as I to turn beggar? Beggary was an ancient and most honourable mystery. What did holy monks, and bishops, and kings, when they would win Heaven"s smile? why, wash the feet of beggars, those favourites of the saints. "The saints were no fools," he told me. Then he did put out his foot. "Look at that, that was washed by the greatest king alive, Louis of France, the last holy Thursday that was. And the next day, Friday, clapped in the stocks by the warden of a petty hamlet," So I told him my foot should walk between such high honour and such low disgrace, on the safe path of honesty, please G.o.d.
Well then, since I had not spirit to beg, he would indulge my perversity. I should work under him, he be the head, I the fingers. And with that he set himself up like a judge, on a heap of dust by the road"s side, and questioned me strictly what I could do. I began to say I was strong and willing. "Bah!" said he, "so is an ox. Say, what canst do that Sir Ox cannot?" I could write; I had won a prize for it. "Canst write as fast as the printers?" quo" he, jeering. "What else?" I could paint. "That was better." I was like to tear my hair to hear him say so, and me going to Rome to write. I could tw.a.n.g the psaltery a bit. "That was well. Could I tell stories?" Ay, by the score. "Then," said he, "I hire you from this moment." "What to do?" said I. "Nought crooked, Sir Candour," says he. "I will feed thee all the way and find thee work; and take half thine earnings, no more." "Agreed," said I, and gave my hand on it. "Now, servant," said he, "we will dine. But ye need not stand behind my chair, for two reasons, first I ha" got no chair, and, next, good fellowship likes me better than state." And out of his wallet he brought flesh, fowl, and pastry, a good dozen of spices lapped in flax paper, and wine fit for a king. Ne"er feasted I better than out of this beggar"s wallet, now my master. When we had well eaten I was for going on. "But," said he, "servants should not drive their masters too hard, especially after feeding, for then the body is for repose, and the mind turns to contemplation;" and he lay on his back gazing calmly at the sky, and presently wondered whether there were any beggars up there. I told him I knew but of one; called Lazarus. "Could he do the cul de jatte better than I?" said he, and looked quite jealous like. I told him nay; Lazarus was honest, though a beggar, and fed daily of the crumbs fal"n from a rich man"s table, and the dogs licked his sores. "Servant,"
quo" he, "I spy a foul fault in thee. Thou liest without discretion: now the end of lying being to gull, this is no better than fumbling with the divell"s tail. I pray Heaven thou mayest prove to paint better than thou cuttest whids, or I am done out of a dinner. No beggar eats crumbs, but only the fat of the land; and dogs lick not a beggar"s sores, being made with spearwort, or ratsbane, or biting acids, from all which dogs, and even pigs, abhor. My sores are made after my proper receipt; but no dog would lick e"en them twice. I have made a scurvy bargain: art a cozening knave. I doubt, as well as a nincomp.o.o.p." I deigned no reply to this bundle of lies, which did accuse heavenly truth of falsehood for not being in a tale with him. He rose and we took the road; and presently we came to a place where were two little wayside inns, scarce a furlong apart. "Halt," said my master. "Their armories are sore faded--all the better. Go thou in; shun the master; board the wife; and flatter her inn sky high, all but the armories, and offer to colour them dirt cheap." So I went in and told the wife I was a painter, and would revive her armories cheap; but she sent me away with a rebuff. I to my master. He groaned. "Ye are all fingers and no tongue," said he; "I have made a scurvy bargain. Come and hear me patter and flatter." Between the two inns was a high hedge. He goes behind it a minute and comes out a decent tradesman. We went on to the other inn, and then I heard him praise it so fulsome as the very wife did blush. "But," says he, "there is one little, little fault; your armories are dull and faded. Say but the word, and for a silver franc my apprentice here, the cunningest e"er I had, shall make them bright as ever." Whilst she hesitated, the rogue told her he had done it to a little inn hard by, and now the inn"s face was like the starry firmament. "D"ye hear that, my man?" cries she, "The Three Frogs" have been and painted up their armories: shall "The Four Hedgehogs" be outshone by them?" So I painted, and my master stood by like a lord, advising me how to do, and winking to me to heed him none, and I got a silver franc. And he took me back to "The Three Frogs," and on the way put me on a beard and disguised me, and flattered "The Three Frogs," and told them how he had adorned "The Four Hedgehogs," and into the net jumped the three poor simple frogs, and I earned another silver franc. Then we went on and he found his crutches, and sent me forward, and showed his "cicatrices d"emprunt," as he called them, and all his infirmities, at "The Four Hedgehogs," and got both food and money.
"Come, share and share," quoth he: so I gave him one franc. "I have made a good bargain," said he. "Art a master limner, but takest too much time." So I let him know that in matters of honest craft things could not be done quick and well. "Then do them quick," quoth he. And he told me my name was Bon Bec; and I might call him Cul de Jatte, because that was his lay at our first meeting. And at the next town my master, Cul de Jatte, bought me a psaltery, and sat himself up again by the roadside in state like him that erst judged Marsyas and Apollo, piping for vain glory. So I played a strain. "Indifferent well, harmonious Bon Bec,"
said he, haughtily. "Now tune thy pipes." So I did sing a sweet strain the good monks taught me; and singing it reminded poor Bon Bec, Gerard erst, of his young days and home, and brought the water to mine een.
But, looking up, my master"s visage was as the face of a little boy whipt soundly, or sipping foulest medicine. "Zounds, stop that belly-ache blether," quoth he, "that will ne"er wile a stiver out o"
peasants" purses; "twill but sour the nurses" milk, and gar the kine jump into rivers to be out of earshot on"t. What, false knave, did I buy thee a fire new psaltery to be minded o" my latter end withal? Hearken!
these be the songs that glad the heart, and fill the minstrel"s purse."
And he sung so blasphemous a stave, and eke so obscene, as I drew away from him a s.p.a.ce that the lightning might not spoil the new psaltery.
However, none came, being winter, and then I said, "Master, the Lord is debonair. Held I the thunder yon ribaldry had been thy last, thou foul mouthed wretch."
""Why, Bon Bec, what is to do?" quoth he. "I have made an ill bargain.
Oh, perverse heart, that turneth from doctrine." So I bade him keep his breath to cool his broth, ne"er would I shame my folk with singing ribald songs. "Then," says he, sulkily, "the first fire we light by the way side, clap thou on the music-box! so "twill make our pot boil for the nonce; but with your
Good people, let us peak and pine, Cut tristful mugs, and miaul and whine Thorough our nosen chaunts divine
never, never, never. Ye might as well go through Lorraine crying, Mulleygrubs, Mulleygrubs, who"ll buy my Mulleygrubs?" So we fared on, bad friends. But I took a thought, and prayed him hum me one of his naughty ditties again. Then he brightened, and broke forth into ribaldry like a nightingale. Finger in ears stuffed I. "No words; nought but the bare melody." For oh, Margaret, note the sly malice of the Evil One!
Still to the scurviest matter he weddeth the tunablest ditties."
_Catherine._] "That is true as Holy Writ."
_Sybrandt._] "How know you that, mother?"
_Cornelis._] "He! he! he!"
_Eli._] "Whisht, ye uneasy wights, and let me hear the boy. He is wiser than ye; wiser than his years."
""What tomfoolery is this?" said he; yet he yielded to me, and soon I garnered three of his melodies; but I would not let Cul de Jatte wot the thing I meditated. "Show not fools nor bairns unfinished work," saith the byword. And by this time "twas night, and a little town at hand, where we went each to his inn; for my master would not yield to put off his rags and other sores till morning; nor I to enter an inn with a tatterdemalion. So we were to meet on the road at peep of day. And, indeed, we still lodged apart, meeting at morn and parting at eve, outside each town we lay at. And waking at midnight and cogitating, good thoughts came down to me, and sudden my heart was enlightened. I called to mind that my Margaret had withstood the taking of the burgomaster"s purse. "Tis theft," said you; "disguise it how ye will." But I must be wiser than my betters: and now that which I had as good as stolen, others had stolen from me. As it came so it was gone. Then I said, "Heaven is not cruel, but just;" and I vowed a vow, to repay our burgomaster every shilling an I could. And I went forth in the morning sad, but hopeful. I felt lighter for the purse being gone. My master was at the gate becrutched. I told him I"d liever have seen him in another disguise. "Beggars must not be choosers," said he. However, soon he bade me untruss him, for he felt sadly. His head swam. I told him, forcefully to deform nature thus could scarce be wholesome. He answered none; but looked scared, and hand on head. By-and-by he gave a groan, and rolled on the ground like a ball, and writhed sore. I was scared, and wist not what to do, but went to lift him; but his trouble rose higher and higher, he gnashed his teeth fearfully, and the foam did fly from his lips; and presently his body bended itself like a bow, and jerked and bounded many times into the air. I exorcised him; it but made him worse.
There was water in a ditch hard by, not very clear; but, the poor creature struggling between life and death, I filled my hat withal, and came flying to souse him. Then my lord laughed in my face. "Come, Bon Bec, by thy white gills, I have not forgotten my trade." I stood with watery hat in hand, glaring. "Could this be feigning?" "What else?" said he. "Why, a real fit is the sorriest thing; but a stroke with a feather compared with mine. Art still betters nature." "But look, e"en now blood trickleth from your nose," said I. "Ay, ay, p.r.i.c.ked my nostrils with a straw." "But ye foamed at the lips." "Oh, a little soap makes a mickle foam." And he drew out a morsel like a bean from his mouth. "Thank thy stars, Bon Bec," says he, "for leading thee to a worthy master. Each day his lesson. To-morrow we will study the cul de bois and other branches.
To-day, own me prince of demoniacs, and indeed of all good fellows."
Then, being puffed up, he forgot yesterday"s grudge, and discoursed me freely of beggars; and gave me, who eftsoons thought a beggar was a beggar, and there an end, the names and qualities of full thirty sorts of masterful and crafty mendicants in France and Germany, and England; his three provinces; for so the poor, proud knave yclept those kingdoms three; wherein his throne it was the stocks I ween. And outside the next village one had gone to dinner, and left his wheel-barrow. So says he, "I"ll tie myself in a knot, and shalt wheel me through; and what with my crippledom and thy piety, a-wheeling of thy poor old dad, we"ll bleed the b.u.mpkins of a dacha-saltee." I did refuse. I would work for him; but no hand would have in begging. "And wheeling an "asker" in a barrow, is not that work?" said he; "then fling yon muckle stone in to boot: stay, I"ll soil it a bit, and swear it is a chip of the holy sepulchre; and you wheeled us both from Jerusalem." Said I, "Wheeling a pair o" lies, one stony, one fleshly, may be work, and hard work, but honest work "tis not. "Tis fumbling with his tail you wot of. And," said I, "master, next time you go to tempt me to knavery, speak not to me of my poor old dad."
Said I, "you have minded me of my real father"s face, the truest man in Holland. He and I are ill friends now, worse luck. But though I offend him, shame him I never will." Dear Margaret, with this knave saying, "your poor old dad," it had gone to my heart like a knife. "Tis well,"
said my master, gloomily; "I have made a bad bargain." Presently he halts, and eyes a tree by the wayside. "Go spell me what is writ on yon tree." So I went, and there was nought but a long square drawn in outline. I told him so. "So much for thy monkish lore," quoth he. A little farther, and he sent me to read a wall. There was nought but a circle scratched on the stone with a point of nail or knife, and in the circle two dots. I said so. Then said he, "Bon Bec, that square was a warning. Some good Truand left it, that came through this village faring west; that means "dangerous." The circle with the two dots was writ by another of our brotherhood; and it signifies as how the writer, soit Rollin Trapu, soit Triboulet, soit Catin Cul de Bois, or what not, was _becked_ for _asking_ here, and lay two months in Starabin." Then he broke forth, "Talk of your little snivelling books that go in pouch.
Three books have I, France, England, and Germany; and they are writ all over in one tongue, that my brethren of all countries understand; and that is what I call learning. So sith here they whip sores, and imprison infirmities, I to my tiring room." And he popped behind the hedge, and came back worshipful. We pa.s.sed through the village, and I sat me down on the stocks, and even as the barber"s apprentice whets his razor on a block, so did I flesh my psaltery on this village, fearing great cities.
I tuned it, and coursed up and down the wires nimbly with my two wooden strikers; and then chanted loud and clear, as I had heard the minstrels of the country,
"QUI VEUT OUR QUI VEUT SAVOIR,"
some trash, I mind not what. And soon the villagers, male and female, thronged about me; thereat I left singing, and recited them to the psaltery a short but right merry tale out of "the lives of the saints,"
which it is my handbook of pleasant figments: and this ended, instantly struck up and whistled one of Cul de Jatte"s devil"s ditties, and played it on the psaltery to boot. Thou knowest Heaven hath bestowed on me a rare whistle, both for compa.s.s and tune. And with me whistling bright and full this sprightly air, and making the wires slow when the tune did gallop, and tripping when the tune did amble, or I did stop and shake on one note like a lark i" the air, they were like to eat me; but looking round, lo! my master had given way to his itch, and there was his hat on the ground, and copper pouring in. I deemed it cruel to whistle the bread out of poverty"s pouch; so broke off and away; yet could not get clear so swift, but both men and women did s...o...b..r me sore, and smelled all of garlic. "There, master," said I, "I call that cleaving the divell in twain and keeping his white half." Said he, "Bon Bec, I have made a good bargain." Then he bade me stay where I was while he went to the Holy Land. I stayed, and he leaped the churchyard dike, and the s.e.xton was digging a grave, and my master chaffered with him, and came back with a knuckle bone. But, why he clept a churchyard Holy Land, that I learned not then, but after dinner. I was colouring the armories of a little inn; and he sat by me most peaceable, a cutting, and filing, and polishing bones, sedately; so I speered was not honest work sweet? "As rain water," said he, mocking. "What was he a making?" "A pair of bones to play on with thee; and with the refuse a St. Anthony"s thumb and a St. Martin"s little finger, for the devout." The vagabone! And now, sweet Margaret, thou seest our manner of life faring Rhineward. I with the two arts I had least prized or counted on for bread was welcome everywhere; too poor now to fear robbers, yet able to keep both master and man on the road. For at night I often made a portraiture of the innkeeper or his dame, and so went richer from an inn; the which it is the lot of few. But my master despised this even way of life. "I love ups and downs," said he. And certes he lacked them not. One day he would gather more than I in three; another, to hear his tale, it had rained kicks all day in lieu of "saltees," and that is pennies. Yet even then at heart he despised me for a poor, mechanical soul, and scorned my arts, extolling his own, the art of feigning.
"Natheless, at odd times was he ill at his ease. Going through the town of Aix, we came upon a beggar walking, fast by one hand to a cart-tail, and the hangman a lashing his bare b.l.o.o.d.y back. He, stout knave, so whipt, did not a jot relent; but I did wince at every stroke; and my master hung his head.
""Soon or late, Bon Bec," quoth he. "Soon or late." I seeing his haggard face knew what he meaned. And at a town whose name hath slipped me, but "twas on a fair river, as we came to the foot of the bridge, he halted and shuddered. "Why, what is the coil," said I? "Oh, blind," said he, "they are justifying there." So nought would serve him but take a boat, and cross the river by water. But "twas out of the frying-pan, as the word goeth. For the boatmen had scarce told us the matter, and that it was a man and a woman for stealing glazed windows out of housen, and that the man was hanged at daybreak, and the quean to be drowned, when lo; they did fling her off the bridge, and fell in the water not far from us. And oh! Margaret, the deadly splash! It ringeth in mine ears even now. But worse was coming; for, though tied, she came up and cried "help help!" and I, forgetting all, and hearing a woman"s voice cry "help!" was for leaping in to save her, and had surely done it, but the boatmen and Cul de Jatte clung round me, and in a moment the bourreau"s man, that waited in a boat, came and entangled his hooked pole in her long hair, and so thrust her down and ended her. Oh! if the saints answered so our cries for help! And poor Cul de Jatte groaned, and I sat sobbing and beat my breast and cried, "Of what hath G.o.d made men"s hearts?""
The reader stopped, and the tears trickled down her cheeks. Gerard crying in Lorraine made her cry at Rotterdam. The leagues were no more to her heart than the breadth of a room.
Eli, softened by many touches in the letter, and by the reader"s womanly graces, said kindly enough, "Take thy time, la.s.s. And methinks some of ye might find her a creepie to rest her foot, and she so near her own trouble."
"I"d do more for her than that an I durst," said Catherine. "Here, Cornelis," and she held out her little wooden stool, and that worthy, who hated Margaret worse than ever, had to take the creepie and put it carefully under her foot.
"You are very kind, dame," she faltered. "I will read on; "tis all I can do for you in turn."
"Thus seeing my master ashy and sore shaken, I deemed this horrible tragic act came timeously to warn him, so I strove sore to turn him from his ill ways, discoursing of sinners and their lethal end. "Too late!"
said he, "too late!" and gnashed his teeth. Then I told him "too late"
was the divell"s favourite whisper in repentant ears. Said I--
""The Lord is debonair, Let sinners nought despair."
"Too late!" said he, and gnashed his teeth, and writhed his face, as though vipers were biting his inward parts. But, dear heart, his was a mind like running water. Ere we cleared the town he was carolling, and outside the gate hung the other culprit from the bough of a little tree, and scarce a yard above the ground. And that stayed my vagabone"s music.
But, ere we had gone another furlong, he feigned to have dropped his rosary, and ran back, with no good intent, as you shall hear. I strolled on very slowly, and often halting, and presently he came stumping up on one leg, and that bandaged. I asked him how he could contrive that, for "twas masterly done. "Oh, that was his mystery. Would I know that I must join the brotherhood." And presently we did pa.s.s a narrow lane, and at the mouth on"t espied a written stone, telling beggars by a word like a wee pitchfork to go that way. "Tis yon farm-house," said he: "bide thou at hand." And he went to the house, and came back with money, food, and wine. "This lad did the business," said he, slapping his one leg proudly. Then he undid the bandage, and with prideful face showed me a hole in his calf you could have put your neef in. Had I been strange to his tricks, here was a leg had drawn my last penny. Presently another farm-house by the road. He made for it. I stood and asked myself should I run away and leave him, not to be shamed in my own despite by him?
But, while I doubted, there was a great noise, and my master well cudgelled by the farmer and his men, and came towards me hobbling and holloaing; for the peasants had layed on heartily. But more trouble was at his heels. Some mischievous wight loosed a dog as big as a jacka.s.s colt, and came roaring after him, and downed him momently. I deeming the poor rogue"s death certain, and him least fit to die, drew my sword and ran shouting. But, ere I could come near, the muckle dog had torn away his bad leg, and ran growling to his lair with it; and Cul de Jatte slipped his knot, and came running like a lapwing, with his hair on end, and so striking with both crutches before and behind at unreal dogs as "twas like a windmill crazed. He fled adown the road. I followed leisurely, and found him at dinner. "Curse the quiens," said he. And not a word all dinner-time but "curse the quiens!"
"I said I must know who they were before I would curse them.
""Quiens? why that was dogs. And I knew not even that much? He had made a bad bargain." "Well, well," said he; "to-morrow we shall be in Germany. There the folk are music-bitten, and they molest not beggars, unless they fake to boot, and then they drown us out of hand that moment, curse "em!" We came to Strasburgh. And I looked down Rhine with longing heart. The stream how swift! It seemed running to clip Sevenbergen to its soft bosom. With but a piece of timber and an oar, I might drift at my ease to thee, sleeping yet gliding still. "Twas a sore temptation. But the fear of an ill welcome from my folk, and of the neighbours" sneers, and the hope of coming back to thee victorious, not, as now I must, defeated and shamed, and thee with me, it did withhold me; and so, with many sighs, and often turning of the head to look on beloved Rhine, I turned sorrowful face and heavy heart towards Augsburg."
"Alas, dame, alas. Good master Eli, forgive me! But I ne"er can win over this part all at one time. It taketh my breath away. Well-a-day! Why did he not listen to his heart? Had he not gone through peril enow, sorrow enow? Well-a-day! well-a-day!"
The letter dropped from her hand, and she drooped like a wounded lily.
Then there was a clatter on the floor, and it was little Kate going on her crutches, with flushed face, and eyes full of pity, to console her.
"Water, mother," she cried. "I am afeard she shall swoon."
"Nay, nay, fear me not," said Margaret, feebly. "I will not be so troublesome. Thy good will it maketh me stouter hearted, sweet mistress Kate. For, if thou carest how I fare, sure Heaven is not against me."
_Catherine._] "D"ye hear that, my man?"
_Eli._] "Ay, wife, I hear; and mark to boot."
Little Kate went back to her place, and Margaret read on. "The Germans are fonder of armorials than the French. So I found work every day. And, whiles I wrought, my master would leave me, and doff his raiment and don his rags, and other infirmities, and cozen the world, which he did clepe it "plucking of the goose:" this done, would meet me and demand half my earnings; and with restless piercing eye ask me would I be so base as cheat my poor master by making three parts in lieu of two, till I threatened to lend him a cuff to boot in requital of his suspicion; and thenceforth took his due, with feigned confidence in my good faith, the which his dancing eye belied. Early in Germany we had a quarrel. I had seen him buy a skull of a jailer"s wife, and mighty zealous a polishing it. Thought I, "How can he carry yon memento, and not repent, seeing where ends his way?" Presently I did catch him selling it to a woman for the head of St. Barnabas, with a tale had cozened an Ebrew. So I s.n.a.t.c.hed it out of their hands, and trundled it into the ditch. "How, thou impious knave," said I, "wouldst sell for a saint the skull of some dead thief, thy brother." He slunk away. But shallow she did crawl after the skull, and with ap.r.o.n reverently dust it for Barnabas, and it Barabbas; and so home with it. Said I, "non vult anser velli, sed populus vult decipi.""
_Catherine._] "Oh, the goodly Latin!"