"Emma," he cried,"thou hast taken me for better or worse. I hoped to have made thee the second lady in the land. But alas! I must fight to hold mine own, nay, for dear life,--life which is precious for thy sake."
"I do not regret my choice," said Emma, meeting his gaze with her frank eyes, her proud Fitzosbern spirit rising to the test. "Only I fear lest I have sinned in taking thee against the will of my king-lord and the voice of the Holy Church."
"Say rather the voice of William"s creature,--a Lombard upstart, without a drop of n.o.ble blood in his veins. Dost thou forget the holy men who blessed our union and gave it the sanction of the Church? They blessed thy brother for taking up the cause of an oppressed people.
Shall the curses of the wily Italian have more weight than their benedictions? Dost thou throw over thy brother so easily to his untender mercies?"
"Alas! I am bewildered amid so many conflicting counsels," Emma sighed.
"This poor land and all who are in it are so bewildered, my sweet lady," Ralph answered, kissing the hands he still held. "None can see the right clearly. William--the Conqueror, as he proudly styles himself--hath gone mad with his success, and the luckless people groan under his tyranny. Would I had never helped him to leave his duchy of Normandy! But it is useless to groan over the past, nor can I stop to chop logic over the present. The point is this: The king"s men are marching to attack me. My only course is to fight for it, and, if possible, make a junction with thy brother Roger, when it may be that the oppressed Saxons will strike a blow to regain their freedom, and, with my trusty Bretons, I may still gain the day."
Emma clasped her hands in sore distress.
"Is it in good sooth come to this, that thou must go forth against the king? Alas! my foolish face tempted thee to wrong. "Tis I that am to blame."
Ralph caught her to him and kissed her. "Nay, by the heart of Our Lady.
"Tis William"s mad pride that is to blame, and that alone. Speak no slander against my wife, or it will go ill with thee, for I will not brook to hear it."
Emma drooped her head against his shoulder, smiling through her tears.
"Oh, Ralph," she said, "if thou wert but going in a good cause, the parting would not be so bitter."
Ralph, having no good argument to proffer in reply, lost his temper. He sprang up and paced the room, making his golden spurs jingle at each impatient stride.
"I thought when I wedded a Fitzosbern I should escape the lot of most men, to be wept and wailed over at every crinkle in the rose-leaves of fate. But it seems thou art but of the same stuff as other women, after all."
Emma flushed over neck and brow. She drew herself proudly erect, and hastily wiped away the tears that were rolling down her cheeks.
"Naught but dread of guilt and a too fond love could have drawn tears from a Fitzosbern," she answered haughtily. "Thou shalt not need to complain again, my lord."
"Nay, my sweet lady, pardon me," pleaded the earl, turning to her with entreating eyes. "In good sooth, I am well-nigh distracted, and the sight of thy tears makes me too bitterly conscious of my own lack of worth. But what wouldst thou have me do? If it were but a question of my own poor life, I would submit, and let William do his worst, if such a course would pleasure thee; but I cannot desert thy brother, nor my own poor Bretons, and the Saxons who have thrown in their lot with mine. Thou knowest William is not gentle with such as cross his will.
It would mean loss of lands and lifelong imprisonment to thy brother and myself, and the lopping off a hand and a foot for each of my Bretons, at the least, while hanging would be too mild a measure in his eyes for the Saxons."
Emma"s hands were tightly clenched together. The momentary flush had faded from her face, and it was pale as death, but she neither sobbed nor flinched.
"I have made my choice, and I will abide by it," she said in a low, firm voice. "Nor will I quail before the consequences of our deed. We have chosen each other against the whole world. Perhaps if thou hadst trusted me more fully, thou hadst not been vexed with tears. Thy announcement was somewhat sudden."
"Let that ill-grained speech rest in its grave, dear love. Thou hast spoken like a Fitzosbern now," said the earl, taking her hands again in his and drawing her back to his shoulder. "I want thee to be of good courage, for I have treated thee as a hero"s daughter, and appointed thee Castellan of Blauncheflour in my absence. I have vested in thee the supreme and sole command. Thine it shall be, in case of siege while I am away,--which G.o.d forfend,--to surrender or defend the castle on whatsoever terms may seem good to thee. Sir Alain de Gourin and Sir Hoel de St. Brice will act under thine orders and be thine advisers.
Wilt thou take the office?"
"Yes, I will take it," answered Emma, without a moment"s hesitation, although her whole soul trembled within her at the prospect of being left in her young feebleness to command the turbulent De Gourin, for whom she had a strong aversion, and the veteran Sir Hoel, who was a total stranger to her, albeit he had been so long in her husband"s train.
"Thou art indeed a fit bride for a warrior," cried Ralph, gazing with admiration at her determined face.
Emma longed to throw her arms around his neck and sob, but conquered the impulse, answering only with a smile.
"Thou saidest I was sudden, sweet," resumed Ralph. "Methinks an agony that must be sharp had best be short. To that end I would not poison for thee the brief time we had together with the shadow of parting.
That is why I told thee naught till now, upon the eve of my going forth."
Emma could not repress a slight start.
"Dost go so soon? To-morrow?" she said.
"To-morrow thou wilt enter on thy new office," answered the earl gaily, kissing her forehead. And then he slipped from the apartment, congratulating himself that the mischief was out, and full of admiration for his bride, in that she had borne the tidings so bravely.
Emma listened to his footfall as he strode down the long corridor till its echo was lost in the distance. Then the emotion she had violently repressed had its way.
She stretched out her arms after him as if to call him back, and threw herself on her knees near the door.
"Oh, Ralph!" she sobbed,--"oh, Ralph, my husband! Saints and angels protect thee! Guard him, St. Nicholas, thou under whose patronage he has placed himself. I vow seven candlesticks of pure gold to thine altar in Blauncheflour."
Her voice died away, a strange sensation of numb oppression succeeded her violent anguish, and she sank in a dead faint by the door her husband had just pa.s.sed through.
CHAPTER XII.
THE STANDARD OF REVOLT.
The day which was to part Emma de Guader from her bridegroom dawned clear and bright, and the summer sunshine sparkled upon the broad reaches of the Yare, and gleamed amidst the pale green rushes and brown osier beds of the Cowholme, shining with impartial equality, not only upon the just and the unjust, but upon the joyous and the sad.
In nooks and corners amongst the reeds and water weeds, the coots and water-hens were tending their nestlings.
On the site of the busy railway station, the tall heron poised gracefully on one leg, as his descendants do to this day, some ten or fifteen miles nearer the sea.
The yellow water-lilies were pushing their golden buds to the surface, and the reeds were growing dusky at the top, while the hot sunshine brought out the fragrance of the sweet-gale, or bog-myrtle, which covered many an acre, now built over, with its dark green bushes.
Westward the broad woodlands were in the young beauty of their summer dress, wearing still somewhat of the rich variety of spring.
Mountainous white clouds cast purple shadows over the sea of their close-packed crowns, in the shelter of which sang merles and mavises, and the fitful nightingale; while above marsh and woodland many a hawk and bustard hung poised on motionless wings, for in those days the gamekeepers had no quarrel with them.
The sentinels on the keep of Blauncheflour had a fair panorama to look upon as they marched to and fro upon the walls; but they did not pay much heed to the beauties of nature, they were far too much engrossed in the doings in the courtyard of the castle below, and their eyes only left the knights who were gathered there, for an occasional glance at the armed host a.s.sembled within the circle of the barbican.
Truly the cl.u.s.ter of gallant warriors before the grand portal of the castle, glittering from head to foot with shining steel, lavishly ornamented with gold and silver, were a goodly sight to see; though perhaps Roger BiG.o.d may have gathered a still gayer company round him a century later, when gaudy plumes and surcoats embroidered with the coats of arms of the wearers were the fashion of the day. In William the Conqueror"s time, military finery had trenched little on the strictly useful, and the richness of these cavaliers consisted more in fine inlay of precious metals than in feathers and embroidery, or fantastic helms or armour. Their heads were covered with small conical steel-caps, having a nasal to protect them from a transverse cut across the face, or were encased in huge cylinders of steel, having narrow apertures for the necessities of sight and breathing; their long hauberks were of linked mail, or leather sewn all over with little rings of steel; their straight cross-hilted swords measured three and a half to four feet in length, and were encased in richly-chased and jewelled scabbards, and suspended from baldrics ablaze with gold and gems. Each wore in his belt the _misericorde_, and at the saddle-bows of some hung the battle-axe or mace. Their oval or heart-shaped shields were from four to five feet long, richly embossed, and often bearing a raised spike in the centre. Their long lances were adorned with square or swallow-tailed pennons, according to their rank, for, when a knight obtained the rank of banneret, or leader of a troop, the points were shorn off his pennon. Their saddles and horse furniture were studded with steel bosses, and often the reins were steel chains plentifully enriched with gold, and the heavy steeds they bestrode had need of all their st.u.r.dy strength to carry their burdens of man and metal at a gallop, even at the prompting of golden spurs.
Before the portal stood De Guader"s magnificent barb Oliver, champing his bit, and with difficulty restrained by the squire who held his bridle-rein, the white foam flying from his heavy curb upon his gilded trappings, and his fox-coloured mane tossing in the breeze.
A few words of the great portal itself, before which this brave company was a.s.sembled. The vestibule on the eastern side of the keep, now known as BiG.o.d"s Tower, was not built, but the very beautiful early Norman archway was certainly a part of the original structure, and opened upon a raised platform of stone, from which sprang a drawbridge connecting it with a flight of twenty-eight steps, ended by a gate to the south.
Beneath this drawbridge was the sally-port, a narrow postern strongly fortified, which in case of siege could, by raising the drawbridge of the main doorway, be made the only entrance to the keep.[3]
[3] Some idea of the arrangement here described is given by the figure of the ruins of Hedingham Castle in Strutt: _Manners and Customs of the English_, vol. i. plate xxix.
At a signal from a sentinel who stood upon this platform, the trumpeters executed a lively _fanfare_ on their instruments. A moment later the portal was thrown open, and the earl came forth, clad in complete armour, and leading the young countess, who was very gallantly apparelled in crimson cloth, broidered over with jewels and silver; she wore a small gorget of blue Milan steel, and had on her head a little cap of the same, damascened with gold; round her waist a jewelled belt, from which were suspended a little _misericorde_ and a short steel chain.
Behind the earl and countess followed Sir Hoel de St. Brice and Sir Alain de Gourin, both in full harness, attended by several squires and pages. As they came upon the platform, the greater part of the garrison--all that were not actually on duty as sentries, warders, and like offices--filed into the courtyard, and took up their places behind the group of knights.
"A Guader! a Guader!" shouted knights and soldiers. "Long live the earl and countess!"
The n.o.ble couple bowed courteously, and the earl, who held in his hands the keys of the castle, turned to his consort, and then cast a proud glance along the ranks of his retainers.