“Pour vous je suis en prison mise,
En ceste chambre à voulte grise,
Et traineray ma triste vie
Sans que jamais mon cueur varie,
Car toujours seray vostre amye.”
THE SEVENTH NOVEL.—ISABEL OF VALOIS, BEING FORSAKEN1 BY ALL OTHERS, IS BEFRIENDED BY A PRIEST, WHO IN CHIEF THROUGH A CHILD’S INNOCENCE2, CONTRIVES3 AND EXECUTES A LAUDABLE IMPOSTURE4, AND WINS THEREBY5 TO DEATH.
The Story of the Heritage
In the year of grace 1399 (Nicolas begins) dwelt in a hut near Caer Dathyl in Arvon, as he had dwelt for some five years, a gaunt hermit6, notoriously consecrate7, whom neighboring Welshmen revered8 as the Blessed Evrawc. There had been a time when people called him Edward Maudelain, but this period he dared not often remember.
For though in macerations of the flesh, in fasting, and in hour-long prayers he spent his days, this holy man was much troubled by devils. He got little rest because of them. Sometimes would come into his hut Belphegor in the likeness9 of a butler, and whisper, “Sire, had you been King, as was your right, you had drunk to-day not water but the wines of Spain and Hungary.” Or Asmodeus saying, “Sire, had you been King, as was your right, you had lain now not upon the bare earth but on cushions of silk.”
One day in early spring, they say, the spirit called Orvendile sent the likeness of a fair woman with yellow hair and large blue eyes. She wore a massive crown which seemed too heavy for her frailness10 to sustain. Soft tranquil11 eyes had lifted from her book. “You are my cousin now, messire,” this phantom12 had appeared to say.
That was the worst, and Maudelain began to fear he was a little mad because even this he had resisted with many aves.
There came also to his hut, through a sullen13 snowstorm, upon the afternoon of All Soul’s day, a horseman in a long cloak of black. He tethered his black horse and he came noiselessly through the doorway14 of the hut, and upon his breast and shoulders the snow was white as the bleached15 bones of those women that died in Merlin’s youth.
“Greetings in God’s name, Messire Edward Maudelain,” the stranger said.
Since the new-comer spoke16 intrepidly17 of holy things a cheerier Maudelain knew that this at least was no demon18. “Greetings!” he answered. “But I am Evrawc. You name a man long dead.”
“But it is from a certain Bohemian woman I come. What matter, then, if the dead receive me?” And thus speaking, the stranger dropped his cloak.
He was clad, as you now saw, in flame-colored satin, which shimmered19 with each movement like a high flame. He had the appearance of a tall, lean youngster, with crisp, curling, very dark red hair. He now regarded Maudelain. He displayed peculiarly wide-set brown eyes; and their gaze was tender, and the tears somehow had come to Maudelain’s eyes because of his great love for this tall stranger. “Eh, from the dead to the dead I travel, as ever,” said the new-comer, “with a message and a token. My message runs, Time is, O fellow satrap! and my token is this.”
In this packet, wrapped with white parchment and tied with a golden cord, was only a lock of hair. It lay like a little yellow serpent in Maudelain’s palm. “And yet five years ago,” he mused20, “this hair was turned to dust. God keep us all!” Then he saw the tall lean emissary puffed21 out like a candle-flame; and upon the floor he saw the huddled22 cloak waver and spread like ink, and he saw the white parchment slowly dwindle23, as snow melts under the open sun. But in his hand remained the lock of yellow hair.
“O my only friend,” said Maudelain, “I may not comprehend, but I know that by no unhallowed art have you won back to me.” Hair by hair he scattered24 upon the floor that which he held. “Time is! and I have not need of any token to spur my memory.” He prized up a corner of the hearthstone, took out a small leather bag, and that day purchased a horse and a sword.
At dawn the Blessed Evrawc rode eastward25 in secular26 apparel. Two weeks later he came to Sunninghill; and it happened that the same morning the Earl of Salisbury, who had excellent reason to consider ...
Follows a lacuna of fourteen pages. Maudelain’s successful imposture of his half-brother, Richard the Second, so strangely favored by their physical resemblance, and the subsequent fiasco at Circencester, are now, however, tolerably well known to students of history.
In one way or another, Maudelain contrived27 to take the place of his now dethroned brother, and therewith also the punishment designed for Richard. It would seem evident, from the Argument of the story in hand, that Nicolas de Caen attributes a large part of this mysterious business to the co-operancy of Isabel of Valois, King Richard’s eleven year old wife. And (should one have a taste for the deductive) the foregoing name of Orvendile, when compared with “THE STORY OF THE SCABBARD,” would certainly hint that Owain Glyndwyr had a finger in the affair.
It is impossible to divine by what method, according to Nicolas, this Edward Maudelain was substituted for his younger brother. Nicolas, if you are to believe his “EPILOGUE,” had the best of reasons for knowing that the prisoner locked up in Pontefract Castle in the February of 1400, after Harry28 of Derby had seized the crown of England, was not Richard Plantagenet: as is attested30, also, by the remaining fragment of this same “STORY OF THE HERITAGE.”
... and eight men-at-arms followed him.
Quickly Maudelain rose from the table, pushing his tall chair aside, and as he did this, one of the soldiers closed the door securely. “Nay, eat your fill, Sire Richard,” said Piers31 Exton, “since you will not ever eat again.”
“Is it so?” the trapped man answered quietly. “Then indeed you come in a good hour.” Once only he smote32 upon his breast. “Mea culpa! O Eternal Father, do Thou shrive me very quickly of all those sins I have committed, both in thought and deed, for now the time is very short.”
And Exton spat33 upon the dusty floor. “Foh, they had told me I would find a king here. I discover only a cat that whines34.”
“Then ’ware his claws!” As a viper35 leaps Maudelain sprang upon the nearest fellow and wrested36 away his halberd. “Then ’ware his claws, my men! For I come of an accursed race. And now let some of you lament37 that hour wherein the devil’s son begot38 an heir for England! For of ice and of lust39 and of hell-fire are all we sprung; old records attest29 it; and fickle40 and cold and ravenous41 and without fear are all our race until the end. Hah, until the end! O God of Gods!” this Maudelain cried, with a great voice, “wilt Thou dare bid a man die patiently, having aforetime filled his veins42 with such a venom43? For I lack the grace to die as all Thy saints have died, without one carnal blow struck in my own defence. I lack the grace, my Father, for even at the last the devil’s blood You gave me is not quelled44. I dare atone45 for that old sin done by my father in the flesh, but yet I must atone as befits the race of Oriander!”
Then it was he and not they who pressed to the attack. Their meeting was a bloody46 business, for in that dark and crowded room Maudelain raged among his nine antagonists47 like an angered lion among wolves.
They struck at random48 and cursed shrilly49, for they were now half-afraid of this prey50 they had entrapped51; so that presently he was all hacked52 and bleeding, though as yet he had no mortal wound. Four of these men he had killed by this time, and Piers Exton also lay at his feet.
Then the other four drew back a little. “Are ye tired so soon?” said Maudelain, and he laughed terribly. “What, even you! Why, look ye, my bold veterans, I never killed before to-day, and I am not breathed as yet.”
Thus he boasted, exultant53 in his strength. But the other men saw that behind him Piers Exton had crawled into the chair from which (they thought) King Richard had just risen, and they saw Exton standing54 erect55 in this chair, with both arms raised. They saw this Exton strike the King with his pole-axe, from behind, once only, and they knew no more was needed.
“By God!” said one of them in the ensuing stillness, and it was he who bled the most, “that was a felon’s blow.”
But the dying man who lay before them made as though to smile. “I charge you all to witness,” he faintly said, “how willingly I render to Caesar’s daughter that which was ever hers.”
Then Exton fretted56, as if with a little trace of shame: “Who would have thought the rascal57 had remembered that first wife of his so long? Caesar’s daughter, saith he! and dares in extremis to pervert58 Holy Scripture59 like any Wycliffite! Well, he is as dead as that first Caesar now, and our gracious King, I think, will sleep the better for it. And yet—God only knows! for they are an odd race, even as he said—these men that have old Manuel’s blood in them.”
THE END OF THE SEVENTH NOVEL
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