For two days the yellow cog ran swiftly before a northeasterly wind, and on the dawn of the third the high land of Ushant lay like a mist upon the shimmering1 sky-line. There came a plump of rain towards mid-day and the breeze died down, but it freshened again before nightfall, and Goodwin Hawtayne veered2 his sheet and held head for the south. Next morning they had passed Belle4 Isle5, and ran through the midst of a fleet of transports returning from Guienne. Sir Nigel Loring and Sir Oliver Buttesthorn at once hung their shields over the side, and displayed their pennons as was the custom, noting with the keenest interest the answering symbols which told the names of the cavaliers who had been constrained6 by ill health or wounds to leave the prince at so critical a time.
That evening a great dun-colored cloud banked up in the west, and an anxious man was Goodwin Hawtayne, for a third part of his crew had been slain7, and half the remainder were aboard the galleys8, so that, with an injured ship, he was little fit to meet such a storm as sweeps over those waters. All night it blew in short fitful puffs9, heeling the great cog over until the water curled over her lee bulwarks11. As the wind still freshened the yard was lowered half way down the mast in the morning. Alleyne, wretchedly ill and weak, with his head still ringing from the blow which he had received, crawled up upon deck. Water-swept and aslant13, it was preferable to the noisome14, rat-haunted dungeons15 which served as cabins. There, clinging to the stout16 halliards of the sheet, he gazed with amazement17 at the long lines of black waves, each with its curling ridge18 of foam19, racing20 in endless succession from out the inexhaustible west. A huge sombre cloud, flecked with livid blotches21, stretched over the whole seaward sky-line, with long ragged22 streamers whirled out in front of it. Far behind them the two galleys labored23 heavily, now sinking between the rollers until their yards were level with the waves, and again shooting up with a reeling, scooping24 motion until every spar and rope stood out hard against the sky. On the left the low-lying land stretched in a dim haze25, rising here and there into a darker blur26 which marked the higher capes27 and headlands. The land of France! Alleyne's eyes shone as he gazed upon it. The land of France!—the very words sounded as the call of a bugle29 in the ears of the youth of England. The land where their fathers had bled, the home of chivalry30 and of knightly31 deeds, the country of gallant33 men, of courtly women, of princely buildings, of the wise, the polished and the sainted. There it lay, so still and gray beneath the drifting wrack34—the home of things noble and of things shameful—the theatre where a new name might be made or an old one marred35. From his bosom36 to his lips came the crumpled37 veil, and he breathed a vow38 that if valor39 and goodwill40 could raise him to his lady's side, then death alone should hold him back from her. His thoughts were still in the woods of Minstead and the old armory41 of Twynham Castle, when the hoarse42 voice of the master-shipman brought them back once more to the Bay of Biscay.
“By my troth, young sir,” he said, “you are as long in the face as the devil at a christening, and I cannot marvel43 at it, for I have sailed these waters since I was as high as this whinyard, and yet I never saw more sure promise of an evil night.”
“Nay44, I had other things upon my mind,” the squire45 answered.
“And so has every man,” cried Hawtayne in an injured voice. “Let the shipman see to it. It is the master-shipman's affair. Put it all upon good Master Hawtayne! Never had I so much care since first I blew trumpet46 and showed cartel at the west gate of Southampton.”
“What is amiss then?” asked Alleyne, for the man's words were as gusty47 as the weather.
“Amiss, quotha? Here am I with but half my mariners49, and a hole in the ship where that twenty-devil stone struck us big enough to fit the fat widow of Northam through. It is well enough on this tack50, but I would have you tell me what I am to do on the other. We are like to have salt water upon us until we be found pickled like the herrings in an Easterling's barrels.”
“What says Sir Nigel to it?”
“He is below pricking51 out the coat-armor of his mother's uncle. 'Pester52 me not with such small matters!' was all that I could get from him. Then there is Sir Oliver. 'Fry them in oil with a dressing53 of Gascony,' quoth he, and then swore at me because I had not been the cook. 'Walawa,' thought I, 'mad master, sober man'—so away forward to the archers54. Harrow and alas55! but they were worse than the others.”
“Would they not help you then?”
“Nay, they sat tway and tway at a board, him that they call Aylward and the great red-headed man who snapped the Norman's arm-bone, and the black man from Norwich, and a score of others, rattling56 their dice57 in an archer's gauntlet for want of a box. 'The ship can scarce last much longer, my masters,' quoth I. 'That is your business, old swine's-head,' cried the black galliard. 'Le diable t'emporte,' says Aylward. 'A five, a four and the main,' shouted the big man, with a voice like the flap of a sail. Hark to them now, young sir, and say if I speak not sooth.”
As he spoke58, there sounded high above the shriek59 of the gale60 and the straining of the timbers a gust48 of oaths with a roar of deep-chested mirth from the gamblers in the forecastle.
“Can I be of avail?” asked Alleyne. “Say the word and the thing is done, if two hands may do it.”
“Nay, nay, your head I can see is still totty, and i' faith little head would you have, had your bassinet not stood your friend. All that may be done is already carried out, for we have stuffed the gape61 with sails and corded it without and within. Yet when we bale our bowline and veer3 the sheet our lives will hang upon the breach62 remaining blocked. See how yonder headland looms63 upon us through the mist! We must tack within three arrow flights, or we may find a rock through our timbers. Now, St. Christopher be praised! here is Sir Nigel, with whom I may confer.”
“I prythee that you will pardon me,” said the knight32, clutching his way along the bulwark12. “I would not show lack of courtesy toward a worthy64 man, but I was deep in a matter of some weight, concerning which, Alleyne, I should be glad of your rede. It touches the question of dimidiation or impalement65 in the coat of mine uncle, Sir John Leighton of Shropshire, who took unto wife the widow of Sir Henry Oglander of Nunwell. The case has been much debated by pursuivants and kings-of-arms. But how is it with you, master shipman?”
“Ill enough, my fair lord. The cog must go about anon, and I know not how we may keep the water out of her.”
“Go call Sir Oliver!” said Sir Nigel, and presently the portly knight made his way all astraddle down the slippery deck.
“By my soul, master-shipman, this passes all patience!” he cried wrathfully. “If this ship of yours must needs dance and skip like a clown at a kermesse, then I pray you that you will put me into one of these galeasses. I had but sat down to a flask66 of malvoisie and a mortress of brawn67, as is my use about this hour, when there comes a cherking, and I find my wine over my legs and the flask in my lap, and then as I stoop to clip it there comes another cursed cherk, and there is a mortress of brawn stuck fast to the nape of my neck. At this moment I have two pages coursing after it from side to side, like hounds behind a leveret. Never did living pig gambol68 more lightly. But you have sent for me, Sir Nigel?”
“I would fain have your rede, Sir Oliver, for Master Hawtayne hath fears that when we veer there may come danger from the hole in our side.”
“Then do not veer,” quoth Sir Oliver hastily. “And now, fair sir, I must hasten back to see how my rogues69 have fared with the brawn.”
“Nay, but this will scarce suffice,” cried the shipman. “If we do not veer we will be upon the rocks within the hour.”
“Then veer,” said Sir Oliver. “There is my rede; and now, Sir Nigel, I must crave70——”
At this instant, however, a startled shout rang out from two seamen71 upon the forecastle. “Rocks!” they yelled, stabbing into the air with their forefingers72. “Rocks beneath our very bows!” Through the belly73 of a great black wave, not one hundred paces to the front of them, there thrust forth74 a huge jagged mass of brown stone, which spouted75 spray as though it were some crouching76 monster, while a dull menacing boom and roar filled the air.
“Yare! yare!” screamed Goodwin Hawtayne, flinging himself upon the long pole which served as a tiller. “Cut the halliard! Haul her over! Lay her two courses to the wind!”
Over swung the great boom, and the cog trembled and quivered within five spear-lengths of the breakers.
“She can scarce draw clear,” cried Hawtayne, with his eyes from the sail to the seething77 line of foam. “May the holy Julian stand by us and the thrice-sainted Christopher!”
“If there be such peril78, Sir Oliver,” quoth Sir Nigel, “it would be very knightly and fitting that we should show our pennons. I pray you, Edricson, that you will command my guidon-bearer to put forward my banner.”
“And sound the trumpets79!” cried Sir Oliver. “In manus tuas, Domine! I am in the keeping of James of Compostella, to whose shrine80 I shall make pilgrimage, and in whose honor I vow that I will eat a carp each year upon his feast-day. Mon Dieu, but the waves roar! How is it with us now, master-shipman?”
“We draw! We draw!” cried Hawtayne, with his eyes still fixed81 upon the foam which hissed82 under the very bulge83 of the side. “Ah, Holy Mother, be with us now!”
As he spoke the cog rasped along the edge of the reef, and a long white curling sheet of wood was planed off from her side from waist to poop by a jutting84 horn of the rock. At the same instant she lay suddenly over, the sail drew full, and she plunged85 seawards amid the shoutings of the seamen and the archers.
“The Virgin87 be praised!” cried the shipman, wiping his brow. “For this shall bell swing and candle burn when I see Southampton Water once more. Cheerily, my hearts! Pull yarely on the bowline!”
“By my soul! I would rather have a dry death,” quoth Sir Oliver. “Though, Mort Dieu! I have eaten so many fish that it were but justice that the fish should eat me. Now I must back to the cabin, for I have matters there which crave my attention.”
“Nay, Sir Oliver, you had best bide88 with us, and still show your ensign,” Sir Nigel answered; “for, if I understand the matter aright, we have but turned from one danger to the other.”
“Good Master Hawtayne,” cried the boatswain, rushing aft, “the water comes in upon us apace. The waves have driven in the sail wherewith we strove to stop the hole.” As he spoke the seamen came swarming89 on to the poop and the forecastle to avoid the torrent90 which poured through the huge leak into the waist. High above the roar of the wind and the clash of the sea rose the shrill91 half-human cries of the horses, as they found the water rising rapidly around them.
“Stop it from without!” cried Hawtayne, seizing the end of the wet sail with which the gap had been plugged. “Speedily, my hearts, or we are gone!” Swiftly they rove ropes to the corners, and then, rushing forward to the bows, they lowered them under the keel, and drew them tight in such a way that the sail should cover the outer face of the gap. The force of the rush of water was checked by this obstacle, but it still squirted plentifully92 from every side of it. At the sides the horses were above the belly, and in the centre a man from the poop could scarce touch the deck with a seven-foot spear. The cog lay lower in the water and the waves splashed freely over the weather bulwark.
“I fear that we can scarce bide upon this tack,” cried Hawtayne; “and yet the other will drive us on the rocks.”
“Might we not haul down sail and wait for better times?” suggested Sir Nigel.
“Nay, we should drift upon the rocks. Thirty years have I been on the sea, and never yet in greater straits. Yet we are in the hands of the Saints.”
“Of whom,” cried Sir Oliver, “I look more particularly to St. James of Compostella, who hath already befriended us this day, and on whose feast I hereby vow that I shall eat a second carp, if he will but interpose a second time.”
The wrack had thickened to seaward, and the coast was but a blurred93 line. Two vague shadows in the offing showed where the galeasses rolled and tossed upon the great Atlantic rollers. Hawtayne looked wistfully in their direction.
“If they would but lie closer we might find safety, even should the cog founder94. You will bear me out with good Master Witherton of Southampton that I have done all that a shipman might. It would be well that you should doff95 camail and greaves, Sir Nigel, for, by the black rood! it is like enough that we shall have to swim for it.”
“Nay,” said the little knight, “it would be scarce fitting that a cavalier should throw off his harness for the fear of every puff10 of wind and puddle96 of water. I would rather that my Company should gather round me here on the poop, where we might abide97 together whatever God may be pleased to send. But, certes, Master Hawtayne, for all that my sight is none of the best, it is not the first time that I have seen that headland upon the left.”
The seaman98 shaded his eyes with his hand, and gazed earnestly through the haze and spray. Suddenly he threw up his arms and shouted aloud in his joy.
“'Tis the point of La Tremblade!” he cried. “I had not thought that we were as far as Oleron. The Gironde lies before us, and once over the bar, and under shelter of the Tour de Cordouan, all will be well with us. Veer again, my hearts, and bring her to try with the main course!”
The sail swung round once more, and the cog, battered99 and torn and well-nigh water-logged, staggered in for this haven100 of refuge. A bluff101 cape28 to the north and a long spit to the south marked the mouth of the noble river, with a low-lying island of silted102 sand in the centre, all shrouded103 and curtained by the spume of the breakers. A line of broken water traced the dangerous bar, which in clear day and balmy weather has cracked the back of many a tall ship.
“There is a channel,” said Hawtayne, “which was shown to me by the Prince's own pilot. Mark yonder tree upon the bank, and see the tower which rises behind it. If these two be held in a line, even as we hold them now, it may be done, though our ship draws two good ells more than when she put forth.”
“God speed you, Master Hawtayne!” cried Sir Oliver. “Twice have we come scathless out of peril, and now for the third time I commend me to the blessed James of Compostella, to whom I vow——”
“Nay, nay, old friend,” whispered Sir Nigel. “You are like to bring a judgment104 upon us with these vows105, which no living man could accomplish. Have I not already heard you vow to eat two carp in one day, and now you would venture upon a third?”
“I pray you that you will order the Company to lie down,” cried Hawtayne, who had taken the tiller and was gazing ahead with a fixed eye. “In three minutes we shall either be lost or in safety.”
Archers and seamen lay flat upon the deck, waiting in stolid106 silence for whatever fate might come. Hawtayne bent107 his weight upon the tiller, and crouched108 to see under the bellying109 sail. Sir Oliver and Sir Nigel stood erect110 with hands crossed in front of the poop. Down swooped111 the great cog into the narrow channel which was the portal to safety. On either bow roared the shallow bar. Right ahead one small lane of black swirling112 water marked the pilot's course. But true was the eye and firm the hand which guided. A dull scraping came from beneath, the vessel113 quivered and shook, at the waist, at the quarter, and behind sounded that grim roaring of the waters, and with a plunge86 the yellow cog was over the bar and speeding swiftly up the broad and tranquil114 estuary115 of the Gironde.
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