It was a wet evening, and when the tables were drawn the guests devoted themselves to various amus.e.m.e.nts. Lord Salisbury challenged Sir Patrick to a game at chess, Lady Salisbury and Dame Lilias wished for nothing better than to converse over old times at Middleham Castle; but the younger people began with dancing, the Duke, who was only thirty years old, leading out the elder Scottish princess, and the young King of the Isle of Wight the stately and beautiful d.u.c.h.ess Cicely. Eleanor, who knew she did not excel in anything that required grace, and was, besides, a good deal fatigued, would fain have excused herself when paired with the young Richard Nevil; but there was a masterful look about him that somewhat daunted her, and she obeyed his summons, though without acquitting herself with anything approaching to the dexterity of her sister, who, with quite as little practice as herself, danced well-by quickness of eye and foot, and that natural elegance of movement which belongs to symmetry.
The dance was a wreathing in and out of the couples, including all of rank to dance together, and growing more and more animated, till excitement took the place of weariness; and Eleanor"s pale cheeks were flushed, her eyes glowing, when the d.u.c.h.ess"s signal closed the dance.
Music was then called for, and several of the princely company sang to the lute; Jean, pleased to show there was something in which her sister excelled, and gratified at some recollections that floated up of her father"s skill in minstrelsy, insisted on sending for Eleanor"s harp.
"Oh, Jean, not now; I canna," murmured Eleanor, who had been sitting with fixed eyes, as though in a dream.
But the Duke and other n.o.bles came and pressed her, and Jean whispered to her not to show herself a fule body, and disgrace herself before the English, setting the harp before her and attending to the strings. Eleanor"s fingers then played over them in a dreamy, fitful way, that made the old Earl raise his head and say- "That tw.a.n.g carries me back to King Harry"s tent, and the good old time when an Englishman"s sword was respected."
"Tis the very harp," said Sir Patrick; "ay, and the very tune-"
"Come, Elleen, begin. What gars thee loiter in that doited way?" insisted Jean. "Come, "Up atween.""
And, led by her sister in spite of herself, almost, as it were, without volition, Eleanor"s sweet pathetic voice sang- "Up atween yon twa hill-sides, la.s.s, Where I and my true love wont to be, A" the warld shall never ken, la.s.s, What my true love said to me.
"Owre muckle blinking blindeth the ee, la.s.s, Owre muckle thinking changeth the mind, Sair is the life I"ve led for thee, la.s.s, Farewell warld, for it"s a" at an end."
Her voice had been giving way through the last verse, and in the final line, with a helpless wail of the harp, she hid her face, and sank back with a strange choked agony.
"Why, Elleen! Elleen, how now?" cried Jean. "Cousin Lilias, come!"
Lady Drummond was already at her side, and the d.u.c.h.ess and Lady Salisbury proffering essences and cordials, the gentlemen offering support; but in a moment or two Eleanor recovered enough to cling to Lady Drummond, muttering- "Oh, take me awa", take me awa"!"
And hushing the scolding which Jean was commencing by way of bracing, and rejecting all the kind offers of service, Dame Lilias led the girl away, leaving Jean to make excuses and explanations about her sister being but "silly" since they had lost their mother, and the tune minding her of home and of her father.
When, with only Annis following, the chambers had been reached, Eleanor let herself sink on a cushion, hiding her face against her friend, and sobbing hysterically- "Oh, take me awa", take me awa"! It"s all blood and horror!"
"My bairnie, my dearie! You are over-weary-"tis but a dreamy fancy. Look up! All is safe; none can harm you here."
With soothings, and with some of the wine on the table, Lady Drummond succeeded in calming the girl, and, with Annis"s a.s.sistance, she undressed her and placed her in the bed.
"Oh, do not gang! Leave me not," she entreated. And as the lady sat by her, holding her hand, she spoke, "It was all dim before me as the music played, and-"
"Thou wast sair forefaughten, dearie."
Eleanor went on- "And then as I touched mine harp, all, all seemed to swim in a mist of blood and horror. There was the old Earl and the young bridegroom, and many and many more of them, with gaping wounds and deathly faces-all but the young King of the Isle of Wight and his shroud, his shroud, Cousin Lily, it was up to his breast; and the ladies" faces that were so blithe, they were all weeping, ghastly, and writhen; and they were whirling round a great sea of blood right in the middle of the hall, and I could-I could bear it no longer."
Lady Drummond controlled herself, and for the sake both of the sobbing princess and of her own shuddering daughter said that this terrible vision came of the fatigue of the day, and the exhaustion and excitement that had followed. She also knew that on poor Eleanor that fearful Eastern"s Eve had left an indelible impression, recurring in any state of weakness or fever. She scarcely marvelled at the strange and frightful fancies, except that she believed enough in second-sight to be concerned at the mention of the shroud enfolding the young Beauchamp, who bore the fanciful t.i.tle of the King of the Isle of Wight.
For the present, however, she applied herself to the comforting of Eleanor with tender words and murmured prayers, and never left her till she had slept and wakened again, her full self, upon Jean coming up to bed at nine o"clock-a very late hour-escorted by sundry of the ladies to inquire for the patient.
Jean was still excited, but she was, with all her faults, very fond of her sister, and obeyed Lady Drummond in being as quiet as possible. She seemed to take it as a matter of course that Elleen should have her strange whims.
"Mother used to beat her for them," she said, "but Nurse Ankaret said that made her worse, and we kept them secret as much as we could. To think of her having them before all that English folk! But she will be all right the morn."
This proved true; after the night"s rest Eleanor rose in the morning as if nothing had disturbed her, and met her hosts as if no visions had hung around them. It was well, for Sir Patrick had accepted the invitation courteously given by the Duke of York to join the great cavalcade with which he, with his brothers-in-law, the Earl of Salisbury and Bishop of Durham, and the Earl of Warwick, alias the King of the Isle of Wight, were on their way to the Parliament that was summoned anent the King"s marriage. The unwilling knights of the shire and burgesses of Northampton who would have to a.s.sist in the money grant had asked his protection; and all were to start early on the Monday-for Sunday was carefully observed as a holiday, and the whole party in all their splendours attended high ma.s.s in the beautiful church.
After time had been given for the ensuing meal, all the yeomen and young men of the neighbourhood came up to the great outer court of the castle, where there was ample s.p.a.ce for sports and military exercises, shooting with the long and cross bow, riding at the quintain and the like, in compet.i.tions with the grooms and men-at-arms attached to the retinue of the various great men; and the wives, daughters, and sweethearts came up to watch them. For the most successful there were prizes of leathern coats, bows, knives, and the like, and refreshments of barley-bread, beef, and very small beer, served round with a liberal hand by the troops of servants bearing the falcon and fetterlock badge, and all was done not merely in sport but very much in earnest, in the hope on the part of the Duke, and all who were esteemed patriotic, that these youths might serve in retaining at least, if not in recovering, the English conquests.
Those of gentle blood abstained from their warlike exercises on this day of the week, but they looked on from the broad walk in the thickness of the ma.s.sive walls; the Duke with his two beautiful little boys by his side, the young Earls of March and Rutland, handsome fair children, in whom the hereditary blue eyes and fair complexion of the Plantagenets recurred, and who bade fair to surpa.s.s their father in stature. Their mother was by right and custom to distribute the prizes, but she always disliked doing so, and either excused herself, or reached them out with the ungracious demeanour that had won for her the muttered name of "Proud Cis". On this day she had avoided the task on the plea of the occupations caused by her approaching journey, and the Duke put in her place his elder boy and his little cousin, Lady Anne Beauchamp, the child of the young King of the Isle of Wight-a short-lived little delicate being, but very fair and pretty, so that the two children together upon a stone chair, cushioned with red velvet, were like a fairy king and queen, and there was many a murmur of admiration, and "Bless their little hearts" or "their sweet faces," as Anne"s dainty fingers handled the prizes, big bows or knives, arrows or belts, and Edward had a smile and appropriate speech for each, such as "Shoot at a Frenchman"s breast next time, Bob"; "There"s a knife to cut up the deer with, Will," and the like amenities, at which his father nodded, well pleased to see the arts of popularity coming to him by nature. Sir Patrick watched with grave eyes, as he thought of his beloved sovereign"s desire to see his people thus practised in arms without peril of feud and violence to one another.
Jean looked on, eager to see some of the Scots of their own escort excel the English pock-puddings, but though Dandie and two or three more contended, the habits were too unfamiliar for them to win any great distinction, and George Douglas did not come forward; the compet.i.tion was not for men of gentle blood, and success would have brought him forward in a manner it was desirable to avoid. There was a good deal of merry talk between Jean and the hosts, enemies though she regarded them. The Duke of York was evidently much struck with her beauty and liveliness, and he asked Sir Patrick in private whether there were any betrothal or contract in consequence of which he was taking her to France.
"None," said Sir Patrick, "it is merely to be with her sister, the Dauphiness."
"Then," said young Richard Nevil, who was standing by him, and seemed to have instigated the question, "there would be no hindrance supposing she struck the King"s fancy."
"The King is contracted," said Sir Patrick.
"Half contracted! but to the beggarly daughter of a Frenchman who calls himself king of half-a-dozen realms without an acre in any of them. It is not gone so far but that it might be thrown over if he had sense and spirit not to be led by the nose by the Cardinal and Suffolk."
"Hush-hush, d.i.c.k! this is dangerous matter," said the Duke, and Sir Patrick added- "These ladies are nieces to the Cardinal."
"That is well, and it would win the more readily consent-even though Suffolk and his shameful peace were thrown over," eagerly said the future king-maker.
"Gloucester would be willing," added the Duke. "He loved the damsel"s father, and hateth the French alliance."
"I spoke with her," added Nevil, "and, red-hot little Scot as she is, she only lacks an English wedlock to make her as truly English, which this wench of Anjou can never be."
"She would give our meek King just the spring and force he needs," said the Duke; "but thou wilt hold thy peace, Sir Knight, and let no whisper reach the women-folk."
This Sir Patrick readily promised. He was considerably tickled by the idea of negotiating such an important affair for his young King and his protegee, feeling that the benefit to Scotland might outweigh any qualms as to the disappointment to the French allies. Besides, if King Henry of Windsor should think proper to fall in love with her, he could not help it; he had not brought her away from home or to England with any such purpose; he had only to stand by and let things take their course, so long as the safety and honour of her, her brother, and the kingdom were secure. So reasoned the canny Scot, but he held his tongue to his Lilias.
CHAPTER 4. ST. HELEN S
"I thought King Henry had resembled thee, In courage, courtship, and proportion: But all his mind is bent to holiness, To number Ave-Maries on his beads: His champions are the prophets and apostles; His weapons, holy saws of sacred writ."
King Henry VI.
George Douglas"s chivalrous venture in defence of the falcon of his lady-love had certainly not done much for him hitherto, as Davie observed. The Lady Joanna, as every one now called her, took it as only the bounden duty and natural service of one of her suite, and would have cared little for his suffering for it personally, except so far as it concerned her own dignity, which she understood much better than she had done in Scotland, where she was only one of "the la.s.sies," an enc.u.mbrance to every one.
The York retainers had dropped all idea of visiting his offence upon Douglas when they found that he had acted in the service of an honoured guest of their lord, but they did not look with much favour on him or on any other of the Scottish troop, whom their master enjoined them to treat as guests and comrades.
The uniting of so many suites of the mighty n.o.bles of the fifteenth century formed quite a little army, amounting to some two or three hundred hors.e.m.e.n, mostly armed, and well appointed, with their masters" badges on their sleeves,-falcon and fetterlock, dun cow, bear and ragged staff and the cross of Durham, while all likewise wore in their caps the white rose. Waggons with household furniture and kitchen needments had been sent in advance with the numerous "black guard," and a provision of cattle for slaughter accompanied these, since it was one of the considerate acts that already had won affection to Richard of York that, unlike many of the great n.o.bles, he always avoided as much as possible letting his train be oppressive to the country-people.
David Drummond had been seeing that all his father"s troop were duly provided with the Drummond badge, the thyme, which was requisite as showing them accepted of the Duke of York"s company, but as George and his follower had never submitted to wear it, he was somewhat surprised to find the gray blossom prominent in George"s steel-guarded cap, and to hear him saying- "Don it, Ringan, as thou wouldst obey me."
"His father"s son is not his own father," said Ringan sulkily.
"Then tak" thy choice of wearing it, or winning hame as thou canst-most like hanging on the nearest oak."
"And I"d gey liefer than demean myself in the Drummond thyme!" replied Ringan, half turning away. "But then what would come of Gray Meg wi" only the Master to see till her," muttered he, caressing the mare"s neck. "Weel, aweel, sir"-and he held out his hand for the despised spray.
"Is yon thy wild callant, Geordie?" said David in some surprise, for Ringan was not only provided with a pony, but his thatch of tow-like hair had been trimmed and covered with a barret cap, and his leathern coat and leggings were like those of the other horse-boys.
"Ay," said George, "this is no place to be ower kenspeckle."
"I was coming to ask," said David, "if thou wouldst not own thyself to my father, and take thy proper place ere ganging farther south. It irks me to see some of the best blood in Scotland among the grooms."
"It must irk thee still, Davie," returned George. "These English folk might not thole to see my father"s son in their hands without winning something out of him, and I saw by what pa.s.sed the other day that thou and thy father would stand by me, hap what hap, and I"ll never embroil him and peril the lady by my freak."
"My father kens pretty well wha is riding in his companie," said David.
"Ay, but he is not bound to ken."
"And thou winna write to the Yerl, as ye said ye would when ye were ower the Border? There"s a clerk o" the Bishop of Durham ganging back, and my father is writing letters that he will send forward to the King, and thou couldst get a scart o" the pen to thy father."
"And what wad be thought of a puir man-at-arms sending letters to the Yerl?" said George. "Na, na; I may write when we win to France, a friendly land, but while we are in England, the loons shall make naething out of my father"s son."
"Weel, gang thine ain gait, and an unco strange one it is," said David. "I marvel what thou count"st on gaining by it!"
"The sicht of her at least," said George. "Nay, she needed a stout hand once, she may need it again."
Whereat David waved his hands in a sort of contemptuous wonder.
"If it were the d.u.c.h.ess of York now!" he said. "She is far bonnier and even prouder, gin that be what tak"s your fancy! And as to our Jeanie, they are all c.o.c.kering her up till she"ll no be content with a king. I doot me if the Paip himself wad be good enough for her!"
It was true that the brilliant and lively Lady Joanna was in high favour with the princely gallants of the cavalcade. The only member of the party at all equal to her in beauty was the d.u.c.h.ess of York, who travelled in a whirlicote with her younger children and her ladies, and at the halting-places never relaxed the stiff dignity with which she treated every one. Eleanor did indeed accompany her sister, but she had not Jean"s quick power of repartee, and she often answered at haphazard, and was not understood when she did reply; nor had she Jean"s beauty, so that in the opinion of most of the young n.o.bles she was but a raw, almost dumb, Scotswoman, and was left to herself as much as courtesy permitted, except by the young King of the Isle of Wight, a gentle, poetical personage, in somewhat delicate health, with tastes that made him the chosen companion of the scholarly King Henry. He could repeat a great deal of Chaucer"s poetry by heart, the chief way in which people could as yet enjoy books, and there was an interchange between them of "Blind Harry" and of the "Canterbury Tales", as they rode side by side, sometimes making their companions laugh, and wonder that the youthful queen was not jealous. Dame Lilias found her congenial companion in the Countess Alice of Salisbury, who could talk with her of that golden age of the two kings, Henry and James, of her brother Malcolm, and of Esclairmonde de Luxembourg, now Sister Clare, whom they hoped soon to see in the sisterhood of St. Katharine"s.
"Hers hath been the happy course, the blessed dedication," said Countess Alice.
"We have both been blessed too, thanks to the saints," returned Lilias.
"That is indeed sooth," replied the other lady. "My lord hath ever been most good to me, and I have had joy of my sons. Yet there is much that my mind forbodes and shrinks back from in dread, as I watch my son Richard"s overmastering spirit."
"The Cardinal and the Duke of Gloucester have long been at strife, as we heard," said Lady Drummond, "but sure that will be appeased now that the Cardinal is an old man and your King come to years of discretion."
"The King is a sweet youth, a very saint already," replied the Countess, "but I mis...o...b.. whether he have the stout heart and strong hand of his father, and he is set on peace."
"Peace is to be followed," said Lilias, amazed at the tone in which her friend mentioned it.
"Peace at home! Ay, but peace at home is only to be had by war abroad. Peace abroad without honour only leaves these fiery spirits to fume, and fly at one another"s throats, or at those who wrought it. My mind misgives me, mine old friend, lest wrangling lead to blows. I had rather see my Richard spurring against the French than against his cousins of Somerset, and while they advance themselves and claim to be nearer in blood to the King than our good host of York, so long will there be cause of bitterness."
"Our kindly host seems to wish evil to no man."
"Nay, he is content enough, but my sister his wife, and alas! my son, cannot let him forget that after the Duke of Gloucester he is highest in the direct male line to King Edward of Windsor, and in the female line stands nearer than this present King."
"In Scotland he would not forget that his father suffered for that very cause."
"Ah, Lilias, thou hast seen enow of what such blood-feuds work in Scotland to know how much I dread and how I pray they may never awaken here. The blessed King Harry of Monmouth kept them down by the strong hand, while he won all hearts to himself. It is my prayer that his young son may do the like, and that my Lord of York be not fretted out of his peaceful loyalty by the Somerset "outrecuidance", and above all that my own son be not the make-bate; but Richard is proud and fiery, and I fear-I greatly fear, what may be in store for us."
Lilias thought of Eleanor"s vision, but kept silence respecting it.
Forerunners had been sent on by the Duke of York to announce his coming, and who were in his company; and on the last stage these returned, bringing with them a couple of knights and of clerks on the part of the Cardinal of Winchester to welcome his great-nieces, whom he claimed as his guests.
"I had hoped that the ladies of Scotland would honour my poor house," said the Duke.
"The Lord Cardinal deems it thus more fitting," said the portly priest who acted as Beaufort"s secretary, and who spoke with an authority that chafed the Duke.
Richard Nevil rode up to him and muttered-"He hath divined our purpose, and means to cross it."
The clerk, however, spoke with Sir Patrick, and in a manner took possession of the young ladies. They were riding between walled courts, substantially built, with intervals of fields and woods, or sometimes indeed of mora.s.s; for London was still an island in the middle of swamps, with the great causeways of the old Roman times leading to it. The spire of St. Paul"s and the square keep of the Tower had been pointed out to them, and Jean exclaimed- "My certie, it is a braw toon!"
But Eleanor, on her side, exclaimed- "Tis but a flat! Mine eye wearies for the sea; ay, and for Arthur"s Seat and the Castle! Oh, I wadna gie Embro" for forty of sic toons!"
Perhaps Jean had guessed enough to make her look on London with an eye of possession, for her answer was- "Hear till her; and she was the first to cry out upon Embro" for a place of reivers and land-loupers, and to want to leave it."
There was so much that was new and wonderful that the sisters pursued the question no further. They saw the masts of the shipping in the Thames, and what seemed to them a throng of church towers and spires; while, nearer, the road began to be full of market-folk, the women in hoods and mantles and short petticoats, the men in long frocks, such as their Saxon forefathers had worn, driving the rough ponies or donkeys that had brought in their produce. There were begging friars in cowl and frock, and beggars, not friars, with crutch and bowl; there were gleemen and tumbling women, solid tradesfolk going out to the country farms they loved, troops of "prentices on their way to practice with the bow or cudgel, and parties of gaily-coloured n.o.bles, knights, squires, and burgesses, coming, like their own party, to the meeting of Parliament.
There were continual greetings, the Duke of York showing himself most markedly courteous to all, his dark head being almost continuously uncovered, and bending to his saddle-bow in response to the salutations that met him; and friendly inquiries and answers being often exchanged. The Earl of Salisbury and his son were almost equally courteous; but in the midst of all the interest of these greetings, soon after entering the city at Bishopsgate, the clerk caused the two Scottish sisters to draw up at an arched gateway in a solid-looking wall, saying that it was here that my Lord Cardinal wished his royal kinswomen to be received, at the Priory of St. Helen"s. A hooded lay-sister looked out at a wicket, and on his speaking to her, proceeded to unbar the great gates, while the Duke of York took leave in a more than kindly manner, declaring that they would meet again, and that he knew "My Lady of St. Helen"s would make them good cheer."
Indeed, he himself and the King of Wight rode into the outer court, and lifted the two ladies down from horseback, at the inner gate, beyond which they might not go. Jean, crossed now for the first time since she had left home, was in tears of vexation, and could hardly control her voice to respond to his words, muttering- "As if I looked for this. Beshrew the old priest!"
None but female attendants could be admitted. Sir Patrick, with his sons and the rest of the train, was to be lodged at the great palace of the Bishop of Winchester at Southwark, and as he came up to take leave of Jean, she said, with a stamp of her foot and a clench of her hand- "Let my uncle know that I am no cloister-bird to be mewed up here. I demand to be with the friends I have made, and who have bidden me."
Shrewd Sir Patrick smiled a little as he said- "I will tell the Lord Cardinal what you say, lady; but methinks you will find that submission to him with a good grace carries you farther here than does ill-humour."
He said something of the same kind to his wife as he took leave of her, well knowing who were predominant with the King, and who were in opposition, the only link being the King of Wight, or rather Earl of Warwick, who, as the son of Henry"s guardian, had been bred up in the closest intimacy with the monarch, and, indeed, had been invested with his fantastic sovereignty that he might be treated as a brother and on an equality.
Jean, however, remained very angry and discontented. After her neglected and oppressed younger days, the courtesy and admiration she had received for the last ten days had the effect of making her like a spoilt child; and when they entered the inner cloistered court within, and were met by the Lady Prioress, at the head of all her sisters in black dresses, she hardly vouchsafed an inclination of the head in reply to the graceful and courtly welcome with which the princesses, nieces to the great Cardinal, were received. Eleanor, usually in the background, was left in surprise and confusion to stammer out thanks in broad Scotch, seconded by Lady Drummond, who could make herself far more intelligible to these south-country ears.
There was a beautiful cloister, a double walk with cl.u.s.tered columns running down the centre and a vaulted roof, and with a fountain in the midst of the quadrangle. There was a chapel on one side, the buildings of the Priory on the others. It was only a Priory, for the parent Abbey was in the country; but the Prioress was a n.o.ble lady of the house of Stafford, a small personage as to stature, but thoroughly alert and business-like, and, in fact, the moving spring, not only of the actual house, but of the parent Abbey, manager of the property it possessed in the city, and of all its monastic politics.
Without apparent offence, she observed that no doubt the ladies were weary, and that Sister Mabel should conduct them to the guest-chamber. Accordingly one of the black figures led the way, and as soon as they were beyond ear-shot there were observations that would not have gratified Jean.
"The ill-nurtured Scots!" cried one young nun. "Tis ever the way with them," returned a much older one. "I mind when one was captive in my father"s castle who was a mere clown, and drank up the water that was meant to wash his fingers after meat. The guest-chamber will need a cleaning after they are gone!"
"Methinks it was less lack of manners than lack of temper," said the Prioress. "She hath the Beaufort face and the Beaufort spirit."
The chapel bell began to ring, and the black veils and white filed in long procession to the pointed doorway, while the two Scottish damsels, with Lady Drummond, her daughter, and Christie, were conducted to three chambers looking out on the one side on the cloistered court, on the other over a choicely-kept garden, walled in, but planted with trees shading the turf walks. The rooms were, as Sister Mabel explained with some complacency, reserved for the lodging of the n.o.ble ladies who came to London as guests of my Lord Cardinal, or with pet.i.tions to the King; and certainly there was nothing of asceticism about them; but they were an advance even on those at Fotheringay. St. Helena discovering the Cross was carved over the ample chimney, and the hangings were of Spanish leather, with all the wondrous history of Santiago"s relics, including the miracle of the c.o.c.k and hen, embossed and gilt upon them. There was a Venetian mirror, in which the ladies saw more of themselves than they had ever done before, and with exquisite work around; there were carved chests inlaid with ivory, and cushions, perfect marvels of needlework, as were the curtains and coverlets of the mighty bed, and the screens to be arranged for privacy. There were toilette vessels of beautifully shaped and brightly polished bra.s.s, and on a silver salver was a refection of manchet bread, comfits, dried cherries, and wine.
Sister Mabel explained that a lay-sister would be at hand, in case anything was needed by the n.o.ble ladies, and then hurried away to vespers.
Jean threw herself upon the cross-legged chair that stood nearest.
"A nunnery forsooth! Does our uncle trow that is what I came here for? We have had enow of nunneries at home."