There was not so great a press that day, and the holy youth was able to make his way near to the barrier that held back the common folk, and to see the King plainly. He was upon his seat beneath the cloth-of-estate that was quartered with the leopards and lilies, and had his hat upon his head. About him, beneath the scaffold on which he sat were the great n.o.bles, and my lord cardinal had a chair set for him upon the right-hand side, on the step below the King"s.
All was very fair and fine, said Master Richard, with pieces of rich stuff hanging upon the walls on this side and that beneath the windows, and, finest of all were the colours of the robes, and the steel and the gold and the white fur and the feathers, and the gilded glaives and trumpets, and coat-armour of the heralds.
There was a matter about to be concluded, but Master Richard could not tell what it was, for there was a din of talking all about him, and he saw many clerks and Religious very busy together in the crowd, shaking their fingers, lifting their brows, and clacking like rooks at sunset--so the young man related it. There were two fellows with their backs to him, standing in an open s.p.a.ce before the scaffold with guards about them. One of the two was a clerk, and wore his square cap upon his head, and the other was not.
The King looked sick; he was but a young man at that time, not two years older than Master Richard. He was listening with his head down, to a clerk who whispered in his ear, kneeling by his side with papers and a great quill in his hand, and the King"s eyes roved as he listened, now up, now down, and his fingers with rings upon them were arched at his ear. My lord cardinal had a ruddy face and bright holy eyes, and sat in his sanguine robes with his cap on his head, looking out with his lips pursed at the clerks and monks that babbled together beyond the barrier.
He was an old man at this time, but wondrous strong and hearty.
At the end the King sat up, and there was a silence, but he spoke so low and quick, with his eyes cast down, and the shouting followed so hard upon his words, that Master Richard could not hear what was said. But it seemed to content the clerks and the Religious [King Henry VI. was a great favourer of ecclesiastics.], for they roared and clamoured and one flung up his cap so that it fell beyond the barrier and he could not come at it again. Then the two prisoners louted to the King, and went away with their guards about them; and the King stood up, and the cardinal.
Now this was the time on which Master Richard had determined for himself, but for a moment he could not cry out: it seemed as if the fiend had gripped him by the throat and were hammering in his bowels.
The King turned to the steps, and at that sight Master Richard was enabled to speak.
He had not resolved what to say, but to leave that to what G.o.d should put in his mouth, and this is what he cried, in a voice that all could hear.
"News from our Lord! News from our Lord, your grace."
He said that when he cried that, that was first silence, and then such a clamour as he had never heard nor thought to hear. He was pushed this way and that; one tore at his shoulder from behind; one struck him on the head: he heard himself named madman, feeble-wit, knave, fond fellow.
The guards in front turned themselves about, and made as though they would run at the crowd with their weapons, and at that the men left off heaving at Master Richard, and went back, babbling and crying out.
Then he cried out again with all his might.
"I bring tidings from my Lord G.o.d to my lord the King," and went forward to the barrier, still looking at the King who had turned and looked back at him with sick, troubled eyes, not knowing what to do.
A fellow seized Master Richard by the throat and pulled him against the barrier, menacing him with his glaive, but the King said something, raising his hand, and there fell a silence.
"What is your business, sir?" asked the King.
The fellow released Master Richard and stood aside.
"I bring tidings from our Lord," said the young man. He was all out of breath, he told me, with the pushing and striking, and held on to the red-painted barrier with both hands.
The King stooped and whispered with at cardinal, who was plucking him by the sleeve, for the s.p.a.ce of a _paternoster_, and the murmuring began to break out again. Then he turned, and lifted his hand once more for silence.
"What are the tidings, sir?"
"They are for your private ear, your grace."
"Nay," said the King, "we have no private ear but for G.o.d"s Word."
"This is G.o.d"s Word," said Master Richard.
There was laughter at that, and the crowd came nearer again, but the King did not laugh. He stood still, looking this way and that, now on Master Richard, and now on the cardinal, who was pulling again at sleeve. It seemed as if he could not determine what to do.
Then he spoke again.
"Who are you, sir?"
"I am a solitary, named Richard Raynal," said the young man. "I come from the country, from ... [It is most annoying that the name of the village is wanting.] Sir John Chaldfield, the parson, will undertake for me, your grace."
"Is Sir John here?" asked my lord cardinal, smiling at the clerks.
"No, my lord," said Master Richard, "he has his sheep in the wilderness.
He cannot run about to Court."
There was again a noise of laughter and dissent from the crowd of clerks, and my lord cardinal smiled more than ever, shewing his white teeth in the midst of his ruddy face.
"This is a witty fellow, your grace," said my lord cardinal aloud to the King. "Will your grace be pleased to hear him in private?"
The King looked at Master Richard again, as if he knew not what to do.
"Will you not tell us here, sir?" he asked.
"I will not, your grace."
"Have you weapons upon you?" said my lord cardinal, still smiling.
Master Richard pointed to the linen upon his breast.
"I bear wounds, not weapons," he answered; which was a brave and shrewd answer, and one that would please the King.
His grace smiled a little at that, but the smile pa.s.sed again like the sunshine between clouds on a dark and windy day, and the crowd crept up nearer, so that Master Richard could feel hot breath upon his bare neck behind. He committed his soul again to our Lady"s tuition, for he knew not what might be the end if he were not heard out.
Well, the end of it was as you know, it was not possible for any man with a heart in his body to look long upon Master Richard and not love him, and the King"s face grew softer as he looked upon that fair young man with his nut-brown hair and the clear pallour of his face and his pure simple eyes, and then at the coa.r.s.e red faces behind him that crept up like devils after holy Job. It was not hard to know which was in the right, and besides the brave words that had stung the clerks to anger had stung the King to pity and pleasure; so the end was that the guards were bidden to let Master Richard through, and that he was to follow on in the procession, and be gently treated, and admitted to see the King when dinner was done.
So that, my children, is the manner in which it came about that my name was cried aloud before the King"s presence, and the cardinals and the n.o.bles, in Westminster Hall on the Monday after _Deus qui n.o.bis_.
[So the collect of Corpus Christi begins. It was a common method, even among the laity, of defining dates.]
Of Master Richard"s speaking with the King"s Grace: and how he was taken for it
_Et nunc reges intelligite: erudimini qui judicatis terram._
And now, O ye kings, understand: receive instruction, ye that judge the earth.--_Ps. ii. 10._
VI
They searched Master Richard for weapons, in spite of what he had said, when they had him alone in a little chamber off the King"s closet, but not unkindly, after what had been ordered, but they found nothing beneath the white kirtle save the white skin, and nothing in the burse but the book of hours and a little pen-knife, and the bottle of Quinte Essence. One of them held that up, and demanded what it was.