The long oaken table, usually standing in the middle of the hall, had been removed to one side, to allow free scope for dancing and other pastimes, but it was still devoted to hospitable uses, being covered with trenchers and drinking-cups, and spread for a substantial repast. Near it stood two carvers, with ap.r.o.ns round their waists, brandishing long knives, while other yeomen of the kitchen and cellar were at hand to keep the trenchers well supplied, and the cups filled with strong ale, or bragget, as might suit the taste of the guests. Nor were these the only festive preparations. The upper part of the hall was reserved for Sir Ralph"s immediate friends, and here, on a slightly raised elevation, stood a cross table, spread for a goodly supper, the snowy napery being ornamented with wreaths and ropes of flowers, and shining with costly vessels. At the lower end of the room, beneath the gallery, which it served to support, was a Gothic screen, embellishing an open armoury, which made a grand display of silver plates and flagons. Through one of the doorways contrived in this screen, the May-day revellers were ushered into the hall by old Adam Whitworth, the white-headed steward.
"I pray you be seated, good masters, and you, too, comely dames," said Adam, leading them to the table, and a.s.signing each a place with his wand. "Fall to, and spare not, for it is my honoured master"s desire you should sup well. You will find that venison pasty worth a trial, and the baked red deer in the centre of the table is a n.o.ble dish. The fellow to it was served at Sir Ralph"s own table at dinner, and was p.r.o.nounced excellent. I pray you try it, masters.-Here, Ned Scargill, mind your office, good fellow, and break me that deer. And you, Paul Pimlot, exercise your craft on the venison pasty."
And as trencher after trencher was rapidly filled by the two carvers, who demeaned themselves in their task like men acquainted with the powers of rustic appet.i.te, the old steward addressed himself to the dames.
"What can I do for you, fair mistresses?" he said. "Here be sack possets, junkets and cream, for such as like them-French puffs and Italian puddings, right good, I warrant you, and especially admired by my honourable good lady. Indeed, I am not sure she hath not lent a hand herself in their preparation. Then here be fritters in the court fashion, made with curds of sack posset, eggs and ale, and seasoned with nutmeg and pepper. You will taste them, I am sure, for they are favourites with our sovereign lady, the queen. Here, Gregory, d.i.c.kon-bestir yourselves, knaves, and pour forth a cup of sack for each of these dames. As you drink, mistresses, neglect not the health of our honourable good master Sir Ralph, and his lady. It is well-it is well. I will convey to them both your dutiful good wishes. But I must see all your wants supplied. Good Dame Openshaw, you have nought before you. Be prevailed upon to taste these dropt raisins or a fond pudding. And you, too, sweet Dame Tetlow. Squire Nicholas gave me special caution to take care of you, but the injunction was unneeded, as I should have done so without it.-Another cup of canary to Dame Tetlow, Gregory. Fill to the brim, knave-to the very brim. To the health of Squire Nicholas," he added in a low tone, as he handed the br.i.m.m.i.n.g goblet to the blushing dame; "and be sure and tell him, if he questions you, that I obeyed his behests to the best of my ability. I pray you taste this pippin jelly, dame. It is as red as rubies, but not so red as your lips, or some leach of almonds, which, lily-white though it be, is not to be compared with the teeth that shall touch it."
"Odd"s heart! mester steward, yo mun ha" larnt that protty speech fro" th" squoire himself," replied Dame Tetlow, laughing.
"It may be the recollection of something said to me by him, brought to mind by your presence," replied Adam Whitworth, gallantly. "If I can serve you in aught else, sign to me, dame.-Now, knaves, fill the cups-ale or bragget, at your pleasure, masters. Drink and stint not, and you will the better please your liberal entertainer and my honoured master."
Thus exhorted, the guests set seriously to work to fulfil the hospitable intentions of the provider of the feast. Cups flowed fast and freely, and erelong little was left of the venison pasty but the outer crust, and nothing more than a few fragments of the baked red deer. The lighter articles then came in for a share of attention, and salmon from the Ribble, jack, trout, and eels from the Hodder and Calder, boiled, broiled, stewed, and pickled, and of delicious flavour, were discussed with infinite relish. Puddings and pastry were left to more delicate stomachs-the solids only being in request with the men. Hitherto, the demolition of the viands had given sufficient employment, but now the edge of appet.i.te beginning to be dulled, tongues were unloosed, and much merriment prevailed. More than eighty in number, the guests were dispersed without any regard to order, and thus the chief actors in the revel were scattered promiscuously about the table, diversifying it with their gay costumes. Robin Hood sat between two pretty female morris-dancers, whose partners had got to the other end of the table; while Ned Huddlestone, the representative of Friar Tuck, was equally fortunate, having a buxom dame on either side of him, towards whom he distributed his favours with singular impartiality. As porter to the Abbey, Ned made himself at home; and, next to Adam Whitworth, was perhaps the most important personage present, continually roaring for ale, and pledging the damsels around him. From the way he went on, it seemed highly probable he would be under the table before supper was over; but Ned Huddlestone, like the burly priest whose gown he wore, had a stout bullet head, proof against all a.s.saults of liquor; and the copious draughts he swallowed, instead of subduing him, only tended to make him more uproarious. Blessed also with l.u.s.ty lungs, his shouts of laughter made the roof ring again. But if the strong liquor failed to make due impression upon him, the like cannot be said of Jack Roby, who, it will be remembered, took the part of the Fool, and who, having drunk overmuch, mistook the hobby-horse for a real steed, and in an effort to bestride it, fell head-foremost on the floor, and, being found incapable of rising, was carried out to an adjoining room, and laid on a bench. This, however, was the only case of excess; for though the Sherwood foresters emptied their cups often enough to heighten their mirth, none of them seemed the worse for what they drank. Lawrence Blackrod, Mr. Parker"s keeper, had fortunately got next to his old flame, Sukey Worseley; while Phil Rawson, the forester, who enacted Will Scarlet, and Nancy Holt, between whom an equally tender feeling subsisted, had likewise got together. A little beyond them sat the gentleman usher and parish clerk, Sampson Harrop, who, piquing himself on his good manners, drank very sparingly, and was content to sup on sweetmeats and a bowl of fleetings, as curds separated from whey are termed in this district. Tom the piper, and his companion the taborer, ate for the next week, but were somewhat more sparing in the matter of drink, their services as minstrels being required later on. Thus the various guests enjoyed themselves according to their bent, and universal hilarity prevailed. It would be strange indeed if it had been otherwise; for what with the good cheer, and the bright eyes around them, the rustics had attained a point of felicity not likely to be surpa.s.sed. Of the numerous a.s.semblage more than half were of the fairer s.e.x; and of these the greater portion were young and good-looking, while in the case of the morris-dancers, their natural charms were heightened by their fanciful attire.
Before supper was half over, it became so dark that it was found necessary to illuminate the great lamp suspended from the centre of the roof, while other lights were set on the board, and two flaming torches placed in sockets on either side of the chimney-piece. Scarcely was this accomplished when the storm came on, much to the surprise of the weatherwise, who had not calculated upon such an occurrence, not having seen any indications whatever of it in the heavens. But all were too comfortably sheltered, and too well employed, to pay much attention to what was going on without; and, unless when a flash of lightning more than usually vivid dazzled the gaze, or a peal of thunder more appalling than the rest broke overhead, no alarm was expressed, even by the women. To be sure, a little pretty trepidation was now and then evinced by the younger damsels; but even this was only done with the view of exacting attention on the part of their swains, and never failed in effect. The thunder-storm, therefore, instead of putting a stop to the general enjoyment, only tended to increase it. However the last peal was loud enough to silence the most uproarious. The women turned pale, and the men looked at each other anxiously, listening to hear if any damage had been done. But, as nothing transpired, their spirits revived. A few minutes afterwards word was brought that the Conventual Church had been struck by a thunderbolt, but this was not regarded as a very serious disaster. The bearer of the intelligence was little Jennet, who said she had been caught in the ruins by the storm, and after being dreadfully frightened by the lightning, had seen a bolt strike the steeple, and heard some stones rattle down, after which she ran away. No one thought of inquiring what she had been doing there at the time, but room was made for her at the supper-table next to Sampson Harrop, while the good steward, patting her on the head, filled her a cup of canary with his own hand, and gave her some cates to eat.
"Ey dunna see Alizon" observed the little girl, looking round the table, after she had drunk the wine.
"Your sister is not here, Jennet," replied Adam Whitworth, with a smile. "She is too great a lady for us now. Since she came up with her ladyship from the green she has been treated quite like one of the guests, and has been walking about the garden and ruins all the afternoon with young Mistress Dorothy, who has taken quite a fancy to her. Indeed, for the matter of that, all the ladies seem to have taken a fancy to her, and she is now closeted with Mistress Nutter in her own room."
This was gall and wormwood to Jennet.
"She"ll be hard to please when she goes home again, after playing the fine dame here," pursued the steward.
"Then ey hope she"ll never come home again," rejoined Jennet; spitefully, "fo" we dunna want fine dames i" our poor cottage."
"For my part I do not wonder Alizon pleases the gentle folks," observed Sampson Harrop, "since such pains have been taken with her manners and education; and I must say she does great credit to her instructor, who, for reasons unnecessary to mention, shall be nameless. I wish I could say the same for you, Jennet; but though you"re not deficient in ability, you"ve no perseverance or pleasure in study."
"Ey knoa os much os ey care to knoa," replied Jennet, "an more than yo con teach me, Mester Harrop. Why is Alizon always to be thrown i" my teeth?"
"Because she"s the best model you can have," rejoined Sampson. "Ah! if I"d my own way wi" ye, la.s.s, I"d mend your temper and manners. But you come of an ill stock, ye saucy hussy."
"Ey come fro" th" same stock as Alizon, onny how," said Jennet.
"Unluckily that cannot be denied," replied Sampson; "but you"re as different from her as light from darkness."
Jennet eyed him bitterly, and then rose from the table.
"Ey"n go," she said.
"No-no; sit down," interposed the good-natured steward. "The dancing and pastimes will begin presently, and you will see your sister. She will come down with the ladies."
"That"s the very reason she wishes to go," said Sampson Harrop. "The spiteful little creature cannot bear to see her sister better treated than herself. Go your ways, then. It is the best thing you can do. Alizon would blush to see you here."
"Then ey"n een stay an vex her," replied Jennet, sharply; "boh ey winna sit near yo onny longer, Mester Sampson Harrop, who ca" yersel gentleman usher, boh who are nah gentleman at aw, nor owt like it, boh merely parish clerk an schoolmester, an a poor schoolmester to boot. Eyn go an sit by Sukey Worseley an Nancy Holt, whom ey see yonder."
"You"ve found your match, Master Harrop," said the steward, laughing, as the little girl walked away.
"I should account it a disgrace to bandy words with the like of her, Adam," rejoined the clerk, angrily; "but I"m greatly out in my reckoning, if she does not make a second Mother Demdike, and worse could not well befall her."
Jennet"s society could have been very well dispensed with by her two friends, but she would not be shaken off. On the contrary, finding herself in the way, she only determined the more pertinaciously to remain, and began to exercise all her powers of teasing, which have been described as considerable, and which on this occasion proved eminently successful. And the worst of it was, there was no crushing the plaguy little insect; any effort made to catch her only resulting in an escape on her part, and a new charge on some undefended quarter, with sharper stinging and more intolerable buzzing than ever.
Out of all patience, Sukey Worseley at length exclaimed, "Ey should loike to see ye swum, crosswise, i" th" Calder, Jennet, as Nance Redferne war this efternoon."
"May be ye would, Sukey," replied the little girl, "boh eym nah so likely to be tried that way as yourself, la.s.s; an if ey war swum ey should sink, while yo, wi" your broad back and shouthers, would be sure to float, an then yo"d be counted a witch."
"Heed her not, Sukey," said Blackrod, unable to resist a laugh, though the poor girl was greatly discomfited by this personal allusion; "ye may ha" a broad back o" our own, an the broader the better to my mind, boh mey word on"t ye"ll never be ta"en fo a witch. Yo"re far too comely."
This a.s.surance was a balm to poor Sukey"s wounded spirit, and she replied with a well-pleased smile, "Ey hope ey dunna look like one, Lorry."
"Not a bit, la.s.s," said Blackrod, lifting a huge ale-cup to his lips. "Your health, sweetheart."
"What think ye then o" Nance Redferne?" observed Jennet. "Is she neaw comely?-ay, comelier far than fat, fubsy Sukey here-or than Nancy Holt, wi" her yallo hure an frecklet feace-an yet ye ca" her a witch."
"Ey ca" thee one, theaw feaw little whean-an the dowter-an grandowter o" one-an that"s more," cried Nancy. "Freckles i" your own feace, ye mismannert minx."
"Ne"er heed her, Nance," said Phil Rawson, putting his arm round the angry damsel"s waist, and drawing her gently down. "Every one to his taste, an freckles an yellow hure are so to mine. So dunna fret about it, an spoil your protty lips wi" pouting. Better ha" freckles o" your feace than spots o" your heart, loike that ill-favort little hussy."
"Dunna offend her, Phil," said Nancy Holt, noticing with alarm the malignant look fixed upon her lover by Jennet. "She"s dawngerous."
"Firrups tak her!" replied Phil Eawson. "Boh who the dole"s that? Ey didna notice him efore, an he"s neaw one o" our party."
The latter observation was occasioned by the entrance of a tall personage, in the garb of a Cistertian monk, who issued from one of the doorways in the screen, and glided towards the upper table, attracting general attention and misgiving as he proceeded. His countenance was cadaverous, his lips livid, and his eyes black and deep sunken in their sockets, with a bistre-coloured circle around them. His frame was meagre and bony. What remained of hair on his head was raven black, but either he was bald on the crown, or carried his attention to costume so far as to adopt the priestly tonsure. His forehead was lofty and sallow, and seemed stamped, like his features, with profound gloom. His garments were faded and mouldering, and materially contributed to his ghostly appearance.
"Who is it?" cried Sukey and Nance together.
But no one could answer the question.
"He dusna look loike a bein" o" this warld," observed Blackrod, gaping with alarm, for the stout keeper was easily a.s.sailable on the side of superst.i.tion; "an there is a mowdy air about him, that gies one the shivers to see. Ey"ve often heer"d say the Abbey is haanted; an that pale-feaced chap looks like one o" th" owd monks risen fro" his grave to join our revel."
"An see, he looks this way," cried Phil Rawson.
"What flaming een! they mey the very flesh crawl o" one"s booans."
"Is it a ghost, Lorry?" said Sukey, drawing nearer to the stalwart keeper.
"By th" maskins, la.s.s, ey conna tell," replied Blackrod; "boh whotever it be, ey"ll protect ye."
"Tak care o" me, Phil," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Nancy Holt, pressing close to her lover"s side.
"Eigh, that I win," rejoined the forester.
"Ey dunna care for ghosts so long as yo are near me, Phil," said Nancy, tenderly.
"Then ey"n never leave ye, Nance," replied Phil.
"Ghost or not," said Jennet, who had been occupied in regarding the new-comer attentively, "ey"n go an speak to it. Ey"m nah afeerd, if yo are."
"Eigh do, Jennet, that"s a brave little la.s.s," said Blackrod, glad to be rid of her in any way.