For the rude smithy-bred boy there was little meaning in the other's promise to teach him learning. No more meaning was there for Dickon in the young scholar's craving2 for types and a press to begin printing anew.
But the promise that Andreas would not part from him lingered in Dickon's ears, and uplifted his heart as he waited reverentially to hear again the gentle, convinced, and loving accents of the German youth.
At last Andreas spoke3—as if he had not paused, and yet with a strange new wailing4 weakness in his voice:—
"And if the saints willed, thus might we win our way back to Augsburg. But that may never be, for I shall die here, here where I lie, and thou wilt5 turn to wild beast or robber when I am gone, and brave, goodly Augsburg will press on, leading all men, with never a thought of poor little me, dead here in the forest."
Dickon would have spoken in homely6 protest, but the change on his friend's face scared him to dumbness. Not even the flame-light could make it ruddy now. In the eyes there was a dimmed, far-away look which chilled Dickon's blood.
"Aye, when I lie forgotten here,"—the thin, saddened voice went on in increasing slowness,—"there the old gray walls and tiled gables will be, with the storks7 making their nests in the spring, and the convent boys singing at daybreak in the streets, and the good housewives stopping in the market-place on their way home from mass, and the smell of new grass and blossoms in the air ... and when Christmas comes I shall not know it ... these eyes shall not look again on the Tannenbaum. Woe8! woe!"
"Is that the tree?" asked Dickon, some impulse to words and action stirring vaguely9 in his frightened heart.
"Aye," groaned10 Andreas, "the beautiful tree with candles blazing on its branches and shining gifts." He followed on in a weak murmuring of foreign words, seemingly without meaning.
Dickon bent11 one intent, long glance upon this childish, waxen face before him. Then he plucked a burning bough12 from the fire, and without a word pushed the bushes aside and plunged13 into the outer darkness of the forest.
After some time he returned, bearing an armful of rushes. He warmed himself for a moment, and then, seated so that Andreas might not observe his work, began with his knife to cut these down into lengths of a span, and to strip off all but a winding14 rim15 of their outer cover.
Then he hacked16 with his knife into the frozen boar's carcass. Cutting out portions of white, hard fat, he melted these a little at the fire, and then rolled them thinly between his palms about the trimmed rushes. This done, he flayed18 off a part of the boar's skin, scorched19 off the bristles20, rubbed it all with ashes, and spreading it over his sallet, sliced it into a rude semblance21 of fine thongs22.
Then, still uttering no word, he was gone again, once more bearing with him a lighted torch.
In front of Andreas, but to one side, as he lay in half trance and utter faintness watching the smoke, there rose at two rods' distance the dark outline of a fir tree, the lower parts of which were hidden by shrubs23.
Suddenly the sick boy's gaze was diverted to the dim black cone24 of this tree, where a reddish radiance seemed spreading upward from the tangle25 underneath26. Then a sparkling spot of white light made itself visible high up among the dusky branches—then another—and another. At last nearly a dozen there were, all brightly glowing like stars brought near.
Andreas gazed in languid marvelling27 at the development of this strange thing—as one quietly contemplates28 miracles in sleep. It seemed but a natural part of his dying vision of Augsburg—the Tannenbaum making itself weirdly29 real before his fading sight.
The rosy30 smoke parted to shape a frame for this mystic picture in its centre, and Andreas saw it all—the twinkling lights, the deep-shadowed lines of boughs31, the engirdling wreaths of fiery32 vapor—as a part of the dreamland whose threshold he stood upon. And his heart sang softly within him at the sight.
Then all at once he awoke from the dream; for Dickon was standing33 over him, flushed with a rude satisfaction in his work, and saying:—
"Gifts had I none to hang, Andreas, save it were the bottle and what is left of the cheese. Look your fill at it, for boar's fat never yet was tallow, and the rushes are short-lived."
The dream mists cleared from the German boy's brain.
"Oh, it is thine!" he faintly murmured, in reviving comprehension. "Thou hast made it—for me!"
Dickon glanced out to where, in his eyes, some sorry dips guttered34 for a brief space on a tree-top. More than one of the lights was already flickering35 to collapse36 in the breeze.
"You said you never would see one again," he urged triumphantly37. "Belike your speech about dying was no whit17 truer."
Andreas had no further words, but lifted his hand weakly upward, and Dickon knelt down and took it in his own hard palms.
Thus the two boys kept silence for a period—silence which spoke many things to both—and looked at the little rush-dips fluttering on the boughs against the curtain of black night.
Of a sudden, the stillness which had tenderly enwrapped them was roughly broken. If there had been warning sounds, the lads had missed them—for their hearts almost stopped beating with the shock that now befell.
A violent crushing of the bushes, a chance clank of metal—and two fierce-faced bowmen in half-armor stood in the firelight before their frightened gaze.
"Stir not—on your lives!" cried one of these strange intruders, with the cold menace of a pole-axe in his mailed hand. "What mummery is this?"
Somehow it dawned upon Dickon's consciousness that these warlike men, for all their terrifying mien38, were as much frightened in their way as he was. This perception came doubtless from the lessons of a life spent with bold soldiers who yet trembled at sight of a will o' the wisp. He kept his jaw39 from knocking together with an effort, and asked as if at his ease:
"What mean you, good sir? No mummery is here."
"There! there!" shouted the other man-at-arms, pointing with his spear to where the rush-lights—or what remained of them—twinkled fitfully in the tree.
"Oh, that," said Dickon, with nonchalance40. "It is a trick of foreign parts, made by me to gladden the heart of this poor lad, my master, who lies here sore stricken with sickness. Wist you not it is Christmas? This is our Tonnybow, meet for such a time."
The two men looked sharply at the boys, and then, after a murmured consultation41, one turned on his heel and disappeared. The other, espying42 the leathern bottle, grew friendlier, and lifted it to his lips by an undivided motion from the ground. Then he said, drawing nearer to the blaze and heaving a long, comforted breath:—
"Whose man art thou?"
"This is my master," replied Dickon, with his thumb toward Andreas, "who was most foully43 beset44 by robbers, and is like now to die if he win not help and shelter."
"That shall be as my lord duke willeth," said the soldier.
As he spoke, the sound of more clanking armor fell upon the air. In a moment a half-dozen mailed men stood at the entrance to the copse, gazing in with curious glances.
Behind them were men with flaring45 torches, and in their front was the stately figure of a young knight46, tall and proudly poised47. A red cloak and fur tippet were cast over his shining corselet.
This young man had a broad brow under his hanging hair, and grave, piercing eyes, which passed over Dickon as mere48 clay, and fastened a shrewd gaze on the lad in velvet49.
"It is the German gift-tree," he said to those behind him, whom Dickon saw now to be gentles and no common soldiers. "I have heard oft of this, but looked not to see it first in Shropshire. What do you here?" he asked at Dickon, rather than of him, and with such a flash of sharp, commanding eyes that the lad's tongue thickened, and he could make no answer.
Andreas it was who spoke, when words failed Dickon, in a voice firmer than before, and lifting himself on his elbow.
"He saved my life, my lord," he said. "And I am dying, I think, and this tree the good fellow tricked out to please my sick fancy. And I pray you, for a dead lad's sake, have a care for him when I am gone."
The knight, with the promise of a smile on his straight lips, looked from eager, fragile Andreas to burly, hang-dog Dickon, and back again.
"Art from the German countries?" he asked. "And how here, of all spots under the sky?"
"I am Andreas Mayer, from Augsburg," said the lad, "driven hence by robbers from the house of Sir John Camber, who was slain50 along with my good master, Geraldus Hansenius."
The young knight took a hasty step forward, and peered down upon the lad.
"Geraldus of the types and press—the printer?" he asked hurriedly. "And thou art skilled in his craft?"
"This is even more my handiwork than his," replied Andreas, with a boy's pride, reaching out for the casket containing his beloved "Troilus."
Dickon undid51 the cover, and handed out the volume to the young noble, who took it with a swift gesture, and turned over here and there a page, bending the book to the firelight and uttering exclamations52 of delight. Suddenly he closed the book, and gave it back to Dickon to replace in the casket.
"I thank thee, Sir Francis," he said to one of those behind him. "But for thy wonder at the lights in yon tree, we had passed this treasure by. Ho there, Poynter! Fashion me a litter on the moment, and we will bear this lad onward53 to the abbey as we go. Let some one ride on to say I am belated; hasten the others."
Then he took the precious volume from its casket once more, and mused54 upon its pages again, and spoke of them to the gentlemen closest behind him. Again and again he put pointed55 questions to young Andreas upon the method of their making.
"Thou hast heard of Master Caxton?" he asked the German boy.
"Aye, he of Bruges, and I have seen his work. Geraldus did as fair."
"Thou shalt help Caxton, then, to do fairer still. He is of Bruges no longer, saints be praised, but practises his good craft in his own native England now this two months syne56 at my own house in Westminster; and he will fall upon thy neck in joy when I do bring thee to him."
The boy's eyes sparkled with elation57. Forgetting his weakness, he sat upright.
"I would not be over-bold," he said, "but with these mine hands have I held proofs for the Emperor to read from, and there is none of higher state in this thy island of a surety. Art thou the duke of these parts?"
"Rather a duke who fain would be of all parts," the young knight answered, and then smiled to note that the quip was lost upon the foreign lad. He made a little movement of his hand to signify that he would be no longer unknown, and one of the others informed the questioner.
"It is his Grace of Gloster—our good King's brother—who honors you with his princely favor."
Some archers58 bore in a bed of boughs at this, over which the Prince, still smiling, spread his own red cloak, jewelled collar and all. To another he gave the casket with the book.
"I keep my Christmas at the house of holy St. Bernard, down the valley," he said, as the men lifted Andreas gently into the litter, and folded the royal robe about his slender form. "Sobeit thou gainest strength there, in warm bed and cheerful care, shalt ride to London with me."
So, as he turned upon his heel, the torch-bearers spread themselves forth59 to light his way; and after him, with much rattling60 of iron, arms and armor, the knights61 and the men with the litter pushed their way.
Dickon stood by the declining fire, awed62 and struck dumb with what had come to pass. The brother of the King! They were bearing Andreas away, and he was left under the black winter sky with his crossbow and frozen boar and empty bottle, desolate63 and alone.
He stared stupidly at the dancing torch-lights on the armor of the passing group, with a dull ache in his breast.
Then suddenly he heard the shrill64 voice of Andreas crying, "Dickon! My Dickon!"
Dickon ran headlong forward, and stood boldly beside the litter, which for the moment was halted in its progress. When the Prince turned to look back, the smith's son faced even this mighty65 glance upright, and with his chin in the air. If the wrath66 of kings' brothers killed, then he would at least die beside Andreas.
"What to-do is this?" Richard of Gloster asked, with a bending of his brows upon the peasant lad.
The Prince had stopped, and with him all his cortège. Above him flickered67 in its final stage the last of the rush-lights on the tree. Now that he stood cloakless, one of his shoulders was revealed higher than the other.
"He saved my poor life, your Highness," spoke Andreas swiftly from his couch. "He came to Camber Dane along with the robber band, but in the pillage68 he bore no part, and with his own hands slew69 he two villains70 who would have run me down, and bore me through the forest here, and got food and drink and fire for me, and guarded my 'Troilus' there from loss and——"
"Whose man art thou, boy?" the Prince broke in.
"I was Sir Watty Curdle's man," Dickon made answer, with a stumbling tongue, but bold enough mien. "But that I will be no more, but rather die here first."
"Why, Sir Watty hath outstripped71 thee in that race. I set his head up on a pole in Craven market-place this morning, and Egswith hath the King's men in it to keep for once an honest Christmas," said the Prince, smiling grimly. "What name hast thou?"
"No other name save Dickon."
"Why, then, for all this doughty72 strife73 and brave work shalt have another atop of it," the Prince said, his shrewd, shapely young face melting into a kindly74 softness. "Art a good lad to be thus sued for."
He cast his swift glance about in instant search for some fit surname, and his eye caught the struggling taper-light upon the bough above him.
"Thou shalt be Dickon of the Tannenbaum," he called out, so that each might hear, "and wear my boar's head in exchange for that other thou didst slay75, and hold thyself my man."
Then the torches moved on again, and behind them, in their dancing shadows through the wintry wood, the Prince and knights and litter passed; and Dickon followed to the highroad, where horses and five-score men-at-arms were waiting, and so to the abbey before ever midnight struck.
Seven years afterward76, on bloody77 Bosworth field, when King Richard hewed78 his despairing way through the ring of steel which engirdled the pretender Richmond, and fell there dead, another Richard rode hotly at his heels, and like him was stricken to the earth.
But life was left in this second, and for the madness of his bravery it was spared. After he had lain a time in Leicester Abbey, to be cured of his wounds, he went to London, where Henry now was king instead. It was our Dickon.
The aged79 Master Caxton and Andreas Mayer, his right hand now, stood Dickon's friends at court, and it came in time to pass that he died Sir Richard Tannibow, for so the English tongue framed the strange foreign word Tannenbaum. Of the properties he left behind the chief was the domain80 of Egswith, where once he had been the lowliest of hinds81.
In after ages the name of the family still further changed to Tambow; but it is not likely to undergo any further shortening. Though they do not hold Egswith now, and wear no title in these later times, the Tambows still bear upon their shield the fir tree and the candles, and rightfully hold their heads as high as any in all Shropshire.
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spoke
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wilt
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groaned
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bough
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winding
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hacked
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whit
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flayed
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scorched
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contemplates
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weirdly
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rosy
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flickering
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consultation
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beset
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flaring
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knight
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