"His book was the closet-companion of my blessed master," said Sir Henry Lee; "after the Bible, (with reverence for naming them together,) he felt more comfort in it than in any other; and as I have shared his disease, why, it is natural I should take his medicine. Albeit, I pretend not to my master"s art in explaining the dark pa.s.sages; for I am but a rude man, and rustically brought up to arms and hunting."
"You have seen Shakspeare yourself, sir?" said the young lady.
"Silly wench," replied the knight, "he died when I was a mere child-thou hast heard me say so twenty times; but thou wouldst lead the old man away from the tender subject. Well, though I am not blind, I can shut my eyes and follow. Ben Jonson I knew, and could tell thee many a tale of our meetings at the Mermaid, where, if there was much wine, there was much wit also. We did not sit blowing tobacco in each other"s faces, and turning up the whites of our eyes as we turned up the bottom of the wine-pot. Old Ben adopted me as one of his sons in the muses. I have shown you, have I not, the verses, "To my much beloved son, the worshipful Sir Henry Lee of Ditchley, Knight and Baronet?""
"I do not remember them at present, sir," replied Alice.
"I fear ye lie, wench," said her father; "but no matter-thou canst not get any more fooling out of me just now. The Evil Spirit hath left Saul for the present. We are now to think what is to be done about leaving Woodstock-or defending it?"
"My dearest father," said Alice, "can you still nourish a moment"s hope of making good the place?"
"I know not, wench," replied Sir Henry; "I would fain have a parting blow with them, "tis certain-and who knows where a blessing may alight? But then, my poor knaves that must take part with me in so hopeless a quarrel-that thought hampers me I confess."
"Oh, let it do so, sir," replied Alice; "there are soldiers in the town, and there are three regiments at Oxford!"
"Ah, poor Oxford!" exclaimed Sir Henry, whose vacillating state of mind was turned by a word to any new subject that was suggested,-"Seat of learning and loyalty! these rude soldiers are unfit inmates for thy learned halls and poetical bowers; but thy pure and brilliant lamp shall defy the foul breath of a thousand churls, were they to blow at it like Boreas. The burning bush shall not be consumed, even by the heat of this persecution."
"True, sir," said Alice, "and it may not be useless to recollect, that any stirring of the royalists at this unpropitious moment will make them deal yet more harshly with the University, which they consider as being at the bottom of every thing which moves for the King in these parts."
"It is true, wench," replied the knight; "and small cause would make the villains sequestrate the poor remains which the civil wars have left to the colleges. That, and the risk of my poor fellows-Well! thou hast disarmed me, girl. I will be as patient and calm as a martyr."
"Pray G.o.d you keep your word, sir!" replied his daughter; "but you are ever so much moved at the sight of any of these men, that"-
"Would you make a child of me, Alice?" said Sir Henry. "Why, know you not that I can look upon a viper, or a toad, or a bunch of engendering adders, without any worse feeling than a little disgust? and though a roundhead, and especially a red-coat, are in my opinion more poisonous than vipers, more loathsome than toads, more hateful than knotted adders, yet can I overcome my nature so far, that should one of them appear at this moment, thyself should see how civilly I would entreat him."
As he spoke, the military preacher abandoned his leafy screen, and stalking forward, stood unexpectedly before the old cavalier, who stared at him, as if he had thought his expressions had actually raised a devil.
"Who art thou?" at length said Sir Henry, in a raised and angry voice, while his daughter clung to his arm in terror, little confident that her father"s pacific resolutions would abide the shock of this unwelcome apparition.
"I am, one," replied the soldier, "who neither fear nor shame to call myself a poor day-labourer in the great work of England-umph!-Ay, a simple and sincere upholder of the good old cause."
"And what the devil do you seek here?" said the old knight, fiercely.
"The welcome due to the steward of the Lords Commissioners," answered the soldier.
"Welcome art thou as salt would be to sore eyes," said the cavalier; "but who be your Commissioners, man?"
The soldier with little courtesy held out a scroll, which Sir Henry took from him betwixt his finger and thumb, as if it were a letter from a pest-house; and held it at as much distance from his eyes, as his purpose of reading it would permit. He then read aloud, and as he named the parties one by one, he added a short commentary on each name, addressed, indeed, to Alice, but in such a tone that showed he cared not for its being heard by the soldier.
"Desborough-the ploughman Desborough-as grovelling a clown as is in England-a fellow that would be best at home like an ancient Scythian, under the tilt of a waggon-d-n him. Harrison-a b.l.o.o.d.y-minded, ranting enthusiast, who read the Bible to such purpose, that he never lacked a text to justify a murder-d-n him too. Bletson-a true-blue Commonwealth"s man, one of Harrison"s Rota Club, with his noddle full of new fangled notions about government, the clearest object of which is to establish the tail upon the head; a fellow who leaves you the statutes and law of old England, to prate of Rome and Greece-sees the Areopagus in Westminster-Hall, and takes old Noll for a Roman consul-Adad, he is like to prove a dictator amongst them instead. Never mind-d-n Bletson too."
"Friend," said the soldier, "I would willingly be civil, but it consists not with my duty to hear these G.o.dly men, in whose service I am, spoken of after this irreverent and unbecoming fashion. And albeit I know that you malignants think you have a right to make free with that d.a.m.nation, which you seem to use as your own portion, yet it is superfluous to invoke it against others, who have better hopes in their thoughts, and better words in their mouths."
"Thou art but a canting varlet," replied the knight; "and yet thou art right in some sense-for it is superfluous to curse men who already are d.a.m.ned as black as the smoke of h.e.l.l itself."
"I prithee forbear," continued the soldier, "for manners" sake, if not for conscience-grisly oaths suit ill with grey beards."
"Nay, that is truth, if the devil spoke it," said the knight; "and I thank Heaven I can follow good counsel, though old Nick gives it. And so, friend, touching these same Commissioners, bear them this message; that Sir Henry Lee is keeper of Woodstock Park, with right of waif and stray, vert and venison, as complete as any of them have to their estate-that is, if they possess any estate but what they have gained by plundering honest men. Nevertheless, he will give place to those who have made their might their right, and will not expose the lives of good and true men, where the odds are so much against them. And he protests that he makes this surrender, neither as acknowledging of these so termed Commissioners, nor as for his own individual part fearing their force, but purely to avoid the loss of English blood, of which so much hath been spilt in these late times."
"It is well spoken," said the steward of the Commissioners; "and therefore, I pray you, let us walk together into the house, that thou may"st deliver up unto me the vessels, and gold and silver ornaments, belonging unto the Egyptian Pharaoh, who committed them to thy keeping."
"What vessels?" exclaimed the fiery old knight; "and belonging to whom? Unbaptized dog, speak civil of the Martyr in my presence, or I will do a deed misbecoming of me on that caitiff corpse of thine!"-And shaking his daughter from his right arm, the old man laid his hand on his rapier.
His antagonist, on the contrary, kept his temper completely, and waving his hand to add impression to his speech, he said, with a calmness which aggravated Sir Henry"s wrath, "Nay, good friend, I prithee be still, and brawl not-it becomes not grey hairs and feeble arms to rail and rant like drunkards. Put me not to use the carnal weapon in mine own defence, but listen to the voice of reason. See"st thou not that the Lord hath decided this great controversy in favour of us and ours, against thee and thine? Wherefore, render up thy stewardship peacefully, and deliver up to me the chattels of the Man, Charles Stewart."
"Patience is a good nag, but she will bolt," said the knight, unable longer to rein in his wrath. He plucked his sheathed rapier from his side, struck the soldier a severe blow with it, and instantly drawing it, and throwing the scabbard over the trees, placed himself in a posture of defence, with his sword"s point within half a yard of the steward"s body. The latter stepped back with activity, threw his long cloak from his shoulders, and drawing his long tuck, stood upon his guard. The swords clashed smartly together, while Alice, in her terror, screamed wildly for a.s.sistance. But the combat was of short duration. The old cavalier had attacked a man as cunning of fence as he himself, or a little more so, and possessing all the strength and activity of which time had deprived Sir Henry, and the calmness which the other had lost in his pa.s.sion. They had scarce exchanged three pa.s.ses ere the sword of the knight flew up in the air, as if it had gone in search of the scabbard; and burning with shame and anger, Sir Henry stood disarmed, at the mercy of his antagonist. The republican showed no purpose of abusing his victory; nor did he, either during the combat, or after the victory was won, in any respect alter the sour and grave composure which reigned upon his countenance-a combat of life and death seemed to him a thing as familiar, and as little to be feared, as an ordinary bout with foils.
"Thou art delivered into my hands," he said, "and by the law of arms I might smite thee under the fifth rib, even as Asahel was struck dead by Abner, the son of Ner, as he followed the chase on the hill of Ammah, that lieth before Giah, in the way of the wilderness of Gibeon; but far be it from me to spill thy remaining drops of blood. True it is, thou art the captive of my sword and of my spear; nevertheless, seeing that there may be a turning from thy evil ways, and a returning to those which are good, if the Lord enlarge thy date for repentance and amendment, wherefore should it be shortened by a poor sinful mortal, who is, speaking truly, but thy fellow-worm."
Sir Henry Lee remained still confused, and unable to answer, when there arrived a fourth person, whom the cries of Alice had summoned to the spot. This was Joceline Joliffe, one of the under-keepers of the walk, who, seeing how matters stood, brandished his quarterstaff, a weapon from which he never parted, and having made it describe the figure of eight in a flourish through the air, would have brought it down with a vengeance upon the head of the steward, had not Sir Henry interposed.
"We must trail bats now, Joceline-our time of shouldering them is past. It skills not striving against the stream-the devil rules the roast, and makes our slaves our tutors."
At this moment another auxiliary rushed out of the thicket to the knight"s a.s.sistance. It was a large wolf-dog, in strength a mastiff, in form and almost in fleetness a greyhound. Bevis was the n.o.blest of the kind which ever pulled down a stag, tawny coloured like a lion, with a black muzzle and black feet, just edged with a line of white round the toes. He was as tractable as he was strong and bold. Just as he was about to rush upon the soldier, the words, "Peace, Bevis!" from Sir Henry, converted the lion into a lamb, and instead of pulling the soldier down, he walked round and round, and snuffed, as if using all his sagacity to discover who the stranger could be, towards whom, though of so questionable an appearance, he was enjoined forbearance. Apparently he was satisfied, for he laid aside his doubtful and threatening demonstrations, lowered his ears, smoothed down his bristles, and wagged his tail.
Sir Henry, who had great respect for the sagacity of his favourite, said in a low voice to Alice, "Bevis is of thy opinion and counsels submission. There is the finger of Heaven in this to punish the pride, ever the fault of our house.-Friend," he continued, addressing the soldier, "thou hast given the finishing touch to a lesson, which ten years of constant misfortune have been unable fully to teach me. Thou hast distinctly shown me the folly of thinking that a good cause can strengthen a weak arm. G.o.d forgive me for the thought, but I could almost turn infidel, and believe that Heaven"s blessing goes ever with the longest sword; but it will not be always thus. G.o.d knows his time.-Reach me my Toledo, Joceline, yonder it lies; and the scabbard, see where it hangs on the tree.-Do not pull at my cloak, Alice, and look so miserably frightened; I shall be in no hurry to betake me to bright steel again, I promise thee.-For thee, good fellow, I thank thee, and will make way for thy masters without farther dispute or ceremony. Joceline Joliffe is nearer thy degree than I am, and will make surrender to thee of the Lodge and household stuff. Withhold nothing, Joliffe-let them have all. For me, I will never cross the threshold again-but where to rest for a night? I would trouble no one in Woodstock-hum-ay-it shall be so. Alice and I, Joceline, will go down to thy hut by Rosamond"s well; we will borrow the shelter of thy roof for one night at least; thou wilt give us welcome, wilt thou not?-How now-a clouded brow?"
Joceline certainly looked embarra.s.sed, directed a first glance to Alice, then looked to Heaven, then to earth, and last to the four quarters of the horizon, and then murmured out, "Certainly-without question-might he but run down to put the house in order."
"Order enough-order enough for those that may soon be glad of clean straw in a barn," said the knight; "but if thou hast an ill-will to harbour any obnoxious or malignant persons, as the phrase goes, never shame to speak it out, man. "Tis true, I took thee up when thou wert but a ragged Robin," (as the keeper"s followers in the New Forest are called in popular language,) "made a keeper of thee, and so forth. What of that? Sailors think no longer of the wind than when it forwards them on the voyage-thy betters turn with the tide, why should not such a poor knave as thou?"
"G.o.d pardon your honour for your harsh judgment," said Joliffe. "The hut is yours, such as it is, and should be were it a King"s palace, as I wish it were even for your honour"s sake, and Mistress Alice"s-only I could wish your honour would condescend to let me step down before, in case any neighbour be there-or-or-just to put matters something into order for Mistress Alice and your honour-just to make things something seemly and shapely."
"Not a whit necessary," said the knight, while Alice had much trouble in concealing her agitation. "If thy matters are unseemly, they are fitter for a defeated knight-if they are unshapely, why, the liker to the rest of a world, which is all unshaped. Go thou with that man.-What is thy name, friend?"
"Joseph Tomkins is my name in the flesh," said the steward. "Men call me Honest Joe, and Trusty Tomkins."
"If thou hast deserved such names, considering what trade thou hast driven, thou art a jewel indeed," said the knight; "yet if thou hast not, never blush for the matter, Joseph, for if thou art not in truth honest, thou hast all the better chance to keep the fame of it-the t.i.tle and the thing itself have long walked separate ways. Farewell to thee,-and farewell to fair Woodstock!"
So saying, the old knight turned round, and pulling his daughter"s arm through his own, they walked onward into the forest, in the same manner in which they were introduced to the reader.
CHAPTER THE THIRD.
Now, ye wild blades, that make loose inns your stage, To vapour forth the acts of this sad age, Stout Edgehill fight, the Newberries and the West, And northern clashes, where you still fought best; Your strange escapes, your dangers void of fear, When bullets flew between the head and ear, Whether you fought by Damme or the Spirit, Of you I speak.
LEGEND OF CAPTAIN JONES.
Joseph Tomkins and Joliffe the keeper remained for some time in silence, as they stood together looking along the path in which the figures of the Knight of Ditchley and pretty Mistress Alice had disappeared behind the trees. They then gazed on each other in doubt, as men who scarce knew whether they stood on hostile or on friendly terms together, and were at a loss how to open a conversation. They heard the knight"s whistle summon Bevis; but though the good hound turned his head and p.r.i.c.ked his ears at the sound, yet he did not obey the call, but continued to snuff around Joseph Tomkins"s cloak.
"Thou art a rare one, I fear me," said the keeper, looking to his new acquaintance. "I have heard of men who have charms to steal both dogs and deer."
"Trouble not thyself about my qualities, friend," said Joseph Tomkins, "but bethink thee of doing thy master"s bidding."
Joceline did not immediately answer, but at length, as if in sign of truce, stuck the end of his quarterstaff upright in the ground, and leant upon it as he said gruffly,-"So, my tough old knight and you were at drawn bilbo, by way of afternoon service, sir preacher-Well for you I came not up till the blades were done jingling, or I had rung even-song upon your pate."
The Independent smiled grimly as he replied, "Nay, friend, it is well for thyself, for never should s.e.xton have been better paid for the knell he tolled. Nevertheless, why should there be war betwixt us, or my hand be against thine? Thou art but a poor knave, doing thy master"s order, nor have I any desire that my own blood or thine should be shed touching this matter.-Thou art, I understand, to give me peaceful possession of the Palace of Woodstock, so called-though there is now no palace in England, no, nor shall be in the days that come after, until we shall enter the palace of the New Jerusalem, and the reign of the Saints shall commence on earth."
"Pretty well begun already, friend Tomkins," said the keeper; "you are little short of being kings already upon the matter as it now stands; and for your Jerusalem I wot not, but Woodstock is a pretty nest-egg to begin with.-Well, will you shog-will you on-will you take sasine and livery?-You heard my orders."