"The duke is far north now," said the abbot, "gathering strength for the dangers that are looming from France. It is a sore ill time to beseech him. Yet matters will not wait. In this case," he said strangely, "thou wilt be thine own best advocate with him, for well he loves a brave and knightly deed. With all haste fit letters shall be written to win thee a ready entrance to his presence--to his heart thou must win thine own way, as thou hast with us."
"Teach him not, then," said Lanfranc, "too piteously of the sorrows of our brethren, for a few monks more or less matter not to him, but represent the arrogance of this Sarrasin, and how clearly he claims the t.i.tle of Lord of the Seas. That will touch best our sovereign lord."
"Is not my Lord Maugher still in Guernsey?" asked the abbot, pondering.
"Yea, he is," I said.
"And how acts he in this trouble? Is he besieged with the brethren, or goes he free?"
"My lords," said I, "as I was led captive through the Sarrasin"s castle, I saw the same evil beast that my lord calls Folly, but men his familiar demon. I saw it in the very presence of Geoffroy; therefore I think these evil men are hand and glove together."
"Nay--wilt thou swear this?" said Lanfranc.
"Ay, that I will," I said.
"Then this also must be made known the duke," said Lanfranc, darkly.
"Now, my dear son," said the abbot, "retire to our chamberlain. Cast off these poor weeds, and take from him aught in his presses that befits thy dignity, and then return to us, that we may see our vicomte"s nephew in his bravery."
With a courtly bow I left them.
Now, the abbot"s chamberlain found me a fair good suit, more courtly than I had ever worn, and I scarce knew myself in the glory of its rich, dyed cloth. Fair linen next my skin, fit for an abbot"s wear, a long blue tunic broidered with gold, and a trim girdle, a grand surcoat of damask, and a gay red cloak over all, with an emerald brooch on my right shoulder. With bright stockings and a little ribboned hat I was no longer Nigel the scholar of the Vale, but Nigel de Bessin, gentleman and courtly soldier.
So drest and refreshed with food, I returned to my lord"s chamber, where at mine uncle"s footstool I heard these n.o.ble lords and churchmen speak of the circle of events from England to Italy, and through all their words the one great name of William seemed to be present as the centre of their surmisings. So deep had this son of Rollo stamped himself in the life of those rare days.
"Strange news from England, this," said one, "now that the Atheling is dead. We can guess of a truth whom the royal priest will light upon, as he grows near his end."
"He loves not G.o.dwin"s brood," said another.
"Then the prophecy that set Henry of France afire will yet be true in another way. William shall reign in London, not in Paris," said Lanfranc.
"And thou at Canterbury, good brother," said the abbot.
And, indeed, ere many years this came to pa.s.s.
CHAPTER XIV.
How, being given letters to _Duke William_ by the Abbots of _St.
Michael_ and of _Bec_, I set out for _Coutances_, and of what befell me on my way.
"Sit down and take thy pen, good Nigel," said the abbot next morning; "this Lanfranc shall dictate thee thine epistle."
I sat down by the abbot"s writing-horn, and wrote somewhat as follows, while the two great men put their wise heads together. After customary salutation, the letter ran--
"We send the bearer with news of grave moment to thee and thy rule. A Sarrasin pirate even now lords it in Guernsey, and kills very many of thy lieges. Moreover, his force grows daily to a greater height. There hath joined him Maugher, once archbishop.
"Thou wilt know how best to protect thine honour. The bearer hath for his years done wondrous chivalrously in this enterprise.
Delay not, duke, to hear him."
Such was the letter that I bore, signed with the names of the two abbots. Now I had great joy in having the great Lanfranc"s countenance, for all men knew William loved him, since, after his first disgrace for his sharp rebuke of William"s marriage, he met him fearlessly, and with cool laughter and wise words brought him into still closer union than ever he had been before. So I knew my letter would have weight.
Now it was decided I was to ride with all speed to Coutances, near fifty miles away, and there to inquire more certainly about William"s whereabouts.
My uncle chose for me a fresh horse from the abbot"s stable, that he swore would bear me n.o.bly, and seeing me suitably equipped, led me once more to the abbot, who blessed me ere I went forth.
"Child," said he, having given me his blessing, "thou hast by thy spirit made clearer to me the legend of this holy house. A fair child, men say, went with Aubert of old to lay these foundations in the rock, and wherever he trod,--that child of olden days,--the hard rock crumbled for the great bases to be laid. So, beneath thy tread, young though thou art in years, doth difficulty crumble to nothing, for it is the work of G.o.d--the saving of our brethren--thou art called to, and wilt perform!"
"What have I done, holy father," I replied, "that any knightly youth would not be proud to do?"
With all fit instructions as to where I was to go at Coutances, and the priests that would there send me onwards to the duke, I jumped upon my steed, and in all fair array, as befitted a youth of high rank, alone I left St Michael de Tombelaine, and leaving Pontorson behind me, and having the blue water all the way on my left, reached Avranches by noon.
Now, though my horse showed signs of weariness, I hoped to get forward another good stage before evening. Therefore after a short rest I pressed forward, and I soon came into a country that was well tilled, and the land was divided by hedges like our lanes in England. I was ill pleased indeed, when well forward on these desolate roads, to hear the same trot behind me that I heard before on my road from St. Malo.
It made me press on my tired steed to a canter, and the steed behind me cantered too. I thought, "I will stay, and let the knave pa.s.s," but as I stayed in the way, the horseman that followed stayed as well. We had ridden some hour and a half like this, and the road ran now through a wood that seemed dark and cheerless to the sight, yet I was forced to press on. I had not progressed far, when I heard a whistle behind me, and lo! I saw, as it were, in answer two great knights come spurring towards me from the trees ahead.
Then I feared greatly, and I knew there was an evil trap set to catch me on my way, and I ground my teeth to think that here seemed fresh delays to the work I had in hand.
The three came at me now with drawn swords.
I drew my little poniard, since I knew I must fight.
"Yield thyself up!" said one great villain. "It is useless to resist!"
My answer was an attempt to drive my horse forward, but the frightened brute refused my urging. I lunged at the first with my blade, but with a sweep of his own he drave it out of my hand.
"How now, sir page," said he, "must we teach you manners?"
I was nigh weeping for shame that he should so best me, yet I had no other weapon, and they were three men, and I but a lad.
They dismounted, and pulled me from my horse, and holding me flat on the ground with his knee, one of them began to rifle me. "The abbot"s letter," I thought, and in a moment I gave tongue.
"Look you, good sirs," I said, "take my money. You are welcome to it, but let me go forward on my road."
"Wherefore such haste?" said one. "Thy money we will take, and thy sorrel hack, but there is a letter still on thee we require to be found yet!"
It was plain they were no highwaymen, but in some sort the Sarrasin"s men, even here in Normandy, and a great terror took me of his power. In a frenzy I escaped from them a moment, and stood clutching madly my breast, where the letter lay hid.
They made a rush for me together, and though like a young tiger I struggled with scratch and bite and kick, they had me down again.
"Alas!" I thought, "die then of famine, poor brethren of the Vale."
One of them thrust his hand under my riding-tunic, and had the parchment in his very palm. And all seemed over with me and my mission, when suddenly I heard the sound of horses" hoofs coming nearer, and I shrieked out "Help!" My enemy stuffed his cap into my throat to stop my cries.
But they had been heard, and they came closer at a gallop. "More villains," I thought, "to make certain of my capture."