"Even so," said Emma, "it was in fair fight on a hardly-contested field, and Sir Aimand would be in no way blood-guilty therefor. When a quarrel is ended, generous foes shake hands."
"So said Sir Aimand. For he asked me if any reason were behind my answer that he might know, and I told him frankly that my heart still bled for my country"s wounds, and that I could not forget that the lance he offered to ply in mine honour had tilted against my countrymen, had perhaps been dyed with the blood of those dear to me.
He answered and said, that it had been a fair fight, with no ill blood between the combatants; that G.o.d had made the Norman arms prevail, and that I ought to accede to His holy will. But I cannot feel it so,"
Eadgyth ended, with a sigh.
"Then I must try to comfort thee some other way," said Emma, resuming her seat, and taking the face of her friend in both her hands, and turning it up and kissing it, for Eadgyth was sitting on a low stool at her feet, as was her wont. "Remember thou art on thy way to thy dear Norwich, where some of thy kin may still be found; nay, some may be amongst the invited guests to the banquet, and encamped near thee even now. We know, at least, that more than one n.o.ble thegn will be present.
Who can say what fate may have in store for thee?"
Eadgyth shook her head.
"Alas, Emma! I shall not find comfort so. There was that in the face of the poor knight as he turned away that I fear me will haunt my memory to my dying day."
"Nay then, if that be thy mood, I will waste no pity on thee," said Emma. "Shame on thee, that thou shouldst send my countryman away with a sad face, and doubtless an aching heart, for such a fantastic whim!"
But the soft tones of her voice somewhat belied her declaration that she would bestow no pity on her wayward friend.
CHAPTER VI.
THE BRIDE-ALE.
The festivities of the days preceding the wedding had no special incidents to mark them as more worthy of note than a hundred such which have been described in history and romance, but the wedding-day itself left its mark on time, and has been recorded as of woeful bearing on the destinies of the many who partook of its good cheer, by chroniclers contemporary and modern.
The ceremonies observed at the marriage were after the Anglo-Saxon fashions, and Ralph de Guader himself wore the Saxon garb: a tunic of saffron silk reaching to the knee, with a border round the neck and hem of embroidery in gold thread, edged with ermine, and fastened at the waist with a wide belt of highly-wrought goldsmith"s work set with jewels; suspended from this a short sword, hilted with gold-inlaid ivory, and a fierce-looking hunting-knife no less richly embellished.
On his shoulders a short scarlet cloak lined with ermine, and fastened by a band across the chest of similar work and design to the baldric, having at each extremity a round clasp of Danish filigree, much raised in the centre, where a splendid ruby repeated the red of the cloak.
Stockings of scarlet cloth, cross-gartered with golden braid, and short brown leather boots, the heels armed with the golden spurs of knighthood, completed his apparel.
His earl"s coronet was embedded in the crisp dark curls of his close-cropped hair, which, to have been in keeping with his dress, should have been long enough to lie upon his shoulders, and the colour of tow; and, to say truth, his swart countenance was still less in character. Yet from an aesthetic point of view the costume was sufficiently becoming, and the personal appearance of the bridegroom drew forth a full share of praise from the n.o.ble dames and damsels who graced the day with their presence, for he looked strikingly handsome, flushed as he was with excitement, his face animated, and his keen eyes flashing.
The policy of adopting it was another question. Many of the English n.o.bles and knights, whom it was intended to flatter, rather resented his a.s.sumption of their national garb as a mockery and insult, after the part he had borne in helping to crush their cause and help the Conqueror to the throne, while the Normans and Bretons were offended by it.
The guest in whose honour he had chiefly a.s.sumed it, Waltheof, Earl of Northumberland, Northampton, and Huntingdon, wore a similar garb with all the ease of custom and grace of habit, and looked in very truth an English prince. Tall, broad-chested, brawny-armed, his long light hair hanging in shining curls upon his shoulders, his strong wrists circled with many bracelets, hands, arms, and neck covered with blue tattoo-marks, he stood by the East Anglian earl with a pleasant smile on his ruddy face and in his sleepy blue eyes. "This earle Walteof or Waldene," says Holinshed, "was sonne (as ye haue heard) to Siward the n.o.ble earle of Northumberland, of whose valure in the time of K. Edward the confessor ye haue heard. His son, the aforesaid Walteof, in strength of bodie and hardinesse did not degenerate from his father, for he was tall of personage, in sinews and musculs verie strong and mighty. In the slaughter of the Normans at Yorke, he showed proofe of his prowesse in striking off the heads of manie of them with his owne hands, as they came forth of the gates singlie one by one."
But this doughty hero, this son of Siward and aethelflaed, whom the Northern scalds celebrated in their sagas, and who claimed relationship to the kings of Denmark and descent from the Fairy Bear,--the great white bear, the hound of Hrymir, who was credited with twelve men"s strength and eleven men"s wit by the Nors.e.m.e.n,--was not so strong of mind as of body; the "eleven men"s wit" of his ursine ancestor had not come down to him. He had not the indomitable spirit of Harold G.o.dwinsson or Hereward Leofricsson, and he succ.u.mbed to the finer brain of the Norman general. He had done homage to William, and had accepted the hand of William"s niece Judith, daughter of the Conqueror"s own sister Adelaide, and grand-daughter of Robert the Devil and Arlete of Falaise, and, in return, the earldom which had been wrested from him was restored--the Northumbrian portion of it, at least, a barren waste by fire and sword.
It was whispered that he hated his foreign wife, that she henpecked him cruelly, and was but a spy set to watch all his actions. Some thought the marriage, instead of binding him to William"s interest, would prove his strongest incentive to revolt.
However that might be, Judith appeared at Exning with an almost royal following, and was to fill the honourable position of "bride-woman," as the matron who in those days gave the bride away was then styled, and whose place is now held by the nearest male relative. Another change has taken place in marriage ceremonial. Then it was the duty of the bridemaids to lead the bridegroom to the altar instead of following the bride, and Ralph de Guader was preceded by a bevy of fair damsels, of whom Eadgyth of Norwich was the chief, while the bride was conducted by a party of handsome young bride-knights, almost as bravely attired as the groom himself.
Emma Fitzosbern still clung to the Norman fashions, and wore a tight-fitting kirtle of pale green samite, embroidered all over with silver thread and pearls; a silver girdle pa.s.sing diagonally round the hips, richly gemmed with emeralds, from which hung a gipsire of like material. A long underskirt of salmon silk fell to her feet and trailed upon the ground behind her. Her little pointed boots were of green samite, wrought with silver, and a splendid embroidered mantle, in which the colours of the kirtle and skirt were subtly blended, hung from her shoulders, and was held up by two little page boys. Her auburn hair flowed over the mantle, and was bound by a silver fillet, fastened in front with one large emerald. Over face and figure fell a veil of delicate Cyprian c.r.a.pe, flowered with silver thread.
Green signified youth, and salmon or flesh colour typified earthly joy.
Her beautiful costume had been designed for her by no less a person than her uncle, the Bishop of Exeter, who was pleased to emulate St.
Dunstan by designing a lady"s dress.
Judith, her bride-woman, on whose arm she leant, wore a robe of rich red samite heavy with gold, and ostentatiously Norman in style. Her tall, stately figure was as straight as an arrow, and made a splendid foil to the shrinking form of the bride.
Her clear-cut, cold features and sparkling steel-blue eyes wore a sarcastic and critical expression, but she acted her part with a grace and courtesy which the many who longed to pa.s.s adverse criticisms on _her_ could not but admit to be perfect.
Emma felt a strong repugnance to her kinswoman, the more so perhaps that Judith"s features and eyes reminded her of the king she was defying, and every time she met their glance, a thrill of dread and foreboding pa.s.sed through her heart.
The wedding procession was preceded to the church by a dozen Saxon scops or bards, who sung each to the sound of his cruit, a harp having five strings, yet affording a very sweet music, and by esquires and pages strewing flowers; and the guests were led by Earls Waltheof and Hereford, the latter with his young countess on his arm.
The little church at Exning would not have contained so great a company, but the fashion in those days was for the bride and bridegroom to stand on the threshold till the ceremony was almost concluded. After the wedding ring had been bestowed with due ceremony,--being placed first on the thumb and successively upon the second and fourth finger, where it was allowed to remain, that finger being supposed by the most scientific authorities of the time to be joined to the heart by a small artery,--the couple entered the sacred portal, and advanced to the altar, before which the nuptial benediction was given by the bridegroom, under cover of a square veil, held aloft by four tall knights, and termed a "care-cloth."
Wine, blessed by the officiating priest, was then poured into a splendid golden bride-cup, in which was placed a sprig of gilded rosemary, supposed to have the gift of strengthening memory and increasing tenderness, and many other good qualities. In this the bride and bridegroom pledged each other, and it was then handed round to all the guests. A wheaten cake, in token of plenty and fruitfulness, was then broken between them, from whence we derive our bride-cake.
On leaving the church, the newly-made husband and wife were crowned with garlands of flowers, and the Earl of Hereford presented his sister with her dower.
The word bridal comes from the Saxon _bryd-eala_, from a custom among that people of the bride selling to each guest a tankard of foaming ale drawn from the tun by her own fair hands, the price being at first paid in kind, and consisting of a contribution to the banquet, by which means the expense of entertaining a great company was lessened for the young couple. For this simple exchange, more costly presents were subst.i.tuted after a while, a part of the custom which still survives, though the bride no longer offers an equivalent.
This ceremony was magnificently observed at the East Anglian earl"s wedding, and Emma de Guader dispensed the favourite Saxon drink in a glorious golden beaker, which was of depth sufficient to try the wind and capacity of the gallants, as they strove to empty it without drawing breath, particularly of the Normans, who were not adepts at the art of copious drinking. Many and rich were the presents offered in payment, with fitting good wishes and compliments, Waltheof bestowing the most superb of all, a pair of Danish torcs of that beautiful gold filigree, the working of which was the special glory of the Danish goldsmiths of that day, and a white bear"s skin of rare beauty and value.
A bountiful feast followed, pages and esquires, clad in the colours of the n.o.bles and knights they served, presenting the dishes on the knee, one golden plate being set between each lady and gentleman; it being the duty of the latter to carve choice morsels for his fair charge with his dagger. Peac.o.c.ks in their feathers, crane, heron, and swan, porpoise, seal, venison, and boar"s head, were amongst the delicacies offered, and the united science of Saxon and Norman cooks achieved some triumphs of culinary skill, we may be sure. A receipt for forcemeat which has come down to us from those days, will show they were no novices in the matter. It is to be compounded of pork, figs, and cheese, moistened with ale, seasoned with pepper and salt, and baked in a crust, garnished with powderings of sugar and comfits. All these good things were washed down with rare wines, Gascon and Rhenish, with hippocras and pigment spiced to suit the Saxon palate, with moral and mead, cider, perry, and ale.
In all, Saxon profusion was united to the dainty Norman cookery, and, under the influence of this heavy hospitality, the male portion of the guests grew somewhat boisterous.
When the attendants brought in large Saxon drinking-horns, filled with hydromel and beer, and marked with k.n.o.bs of bra.s.s to indicate to what depth the guests might quaff without fear of intoxication, with cups of spiced wine for those who preferred it, the bride arose from her seat, her Norman delicacy already offended by the copiousness of the potations.
Nevertheless, before she left, she touched her lips to one of the hugest drinking-horns and pledged the guests. Then she withdrew with the ladies of the company, the Countess Judith casting a strange glance of contemptuous malice as she went.
The bride"s challenge was, as may be imagined, received with ready enthusiasm, and called forth such l.u.s.ty cheering, that she had reached her bower ere it died away. Before it had well ceased, the Earl of Hereford rose to his feet, his proud young face full of wayward triumph. "n.o.ble earls, barons, and knights," he said, "who honour this board with your presence, ye have this day pledged the health of the bridegroom, my n.o.ble brother-in-law, the Earl of East Anglia, and ye have but now with a n.o.ble enthusiasm pledged the bride, my fair sister.
I ask of you yet another pledge. Drink to the marriage itself, in token that you, one and all, justify my n.o.ble brother and myself in our defiance of the mandate of the tyrant, William the b.a.s.t.a.r.d, who strove to hinder their union!"
Many a jewelled hunting-knife and _misericorde_ flashed in the air to show that their owners accepted the bold pledge; for in those wild days, when every man"s hand was against every man, it was the fashion that when two drank together, each should hold up his dagger while the other was in the defenceless position necessitated by the act of drinking.
"By the bones of King Offa, the founder of St. Albans, whose holy Abbot Frithric sits amongst us to-day, ye do well to support me!" said Hereford. "But I would have your hearts even more closely with me! To that end I ask ye to answer me a question or two, ere ye drain the cup to pledge me. Shall I ask them?"
"Ask them!" shouted every l.u.s.ty throat around the board.
"I ask ye, then, my countrymen, you Norman barons and knights, and you n.o.ble Bretons, who have fought with us shoulder to shoulder, ay, and you valiant Saxons, who were foemen worthy of his steel, was not my father, William Fitzosbern, a good man and true?"
"_Oui!_" shouted the men of Langued"oui, nor did the Bretons or Saxons gainsay them.
"Did he shed his blood like water in William"s cause? Did he fight beside him in the thickest of the fray at Hastings?"
"_Oui!_" shouted Normans and Bretons, and the Saxons a.s.sented with muttered curses.
"Could William have conquered his kingdom without my father"s aid?"
"_Non!_" cried the Normans.
"Then, I ask, is it fitting and just that William the b.a.s.t.a.r.d should refuse his sanction, when William Fitzosbern"s son pleads for it, to the marriage of William Fitzosbern"s daughter with a n.o.ble English earl?" Here he bowed to Ralph de Guader, who had risen and stood beside him. "Is it not a threefold affront to the memory of my father, to me his son, and to my n.o.ble brother-in-law, the Earl of East Anglia?"
Normans, Bretons, and Saxons joined in a howl of reprobation of William of Normandy"s conduct, the Saxons delighting to find fault with the conqueror of their woeful land on any pretext, and boiling with wrath at wrongs of their own. If any dissented, their feeble voices were drowned in the outcry of indignation that stormed round the board. The cups were drained to the last drop.