The chambers1 of the more luxurious2 nobles were at this time fitted up with much profusion3 of rich draperies, gorgeous tapestries4, and splendidly carved and gilded5 furniture. Lord Woodville inherited and shared all the lavish6 tastes of his mother and his family. His brother, the ill-fated Lord Scales, had been the patron of Caxton, having himself translated and composed some of the earliest works published by the Father of Printing, and the Captain of the Wight upheld the traditions of his house.
Seated before an elaborately-carved desk, lighted by long wax candles standing7 in exquisitely-designed brass8 candlesticks, whose bold bosses and delicate spiral work reflected the light in countless9 sparkles and scintillations, sat the Lord Woodville, his handsome face in conspicuous10 distinctness with the light shining full upon it, while behind hung a gorgeous tapestry11 from the looms12 of Flanders, which had belonged to his mother, Jacquetta of Luxemburg. He was clad in a close-fitting short tunic13 of black stamped velvet14, made very full across the chest and shoulders, and drawn15 in with narrowing pleats at the waist, where it was confined by a magnificent belt of scarlet16 Cordovan leather, richly studded with gold and jewelled mountings. A finely-chased silver-hilted poignard hung at his right side, and his shapely legs were set off to fullest advantage by his tight-fitting hose, which, after the fashion of the time, were parti-coloured, of light blue and white in alternate pieces. Long and fanciful scarlet Cordovan slippers17 encased his feet, and a rich purple mantle18, lined with the fur of the silver fox, hung over the back of his chair. One elegantly-formed hand rested on the desk, where a few characters had been inscribed19 on a sheet of paper before him, while the other arm hung negligently20 over the back of his chair. There was a dreamy, far-away look in his eyes, and no one could have realised in that slightly effeminate figure, and almost womanish face, with its sensitive mouth and finely-chiselled nose and broad brow, round which the long hair fell in waving masses, the warrior21 who had fought in nearly all the bloodiest22 battles of those fierce civil wars, and had borne himself in ranged field or tented lists "righte hardilie, valyentlie, and of full lusty prowess." For the conflict on the battle-field was then no child's play as regards the noble, to whom quarter in those bloody23 civil wars was rarely or never given.
It was probably the refined tastes of the Woodvilles, while rendering24 them such favourites with the luxurious Edward IV. and the ladies of his court, which caused the ruder barons25 of that rough age to hate them so bitterly. The taunt26 flung in the face of Lord Rivers and his son by Warwick, when he was brought before him a prisoner at Calais, showed the malignity27 of hate and contempt the nobles felt for the family, a hatred28 arising, no doubt, from jealousy29 at the Woodvilles' sudden rise to distinction, but aggravated30 by a contempt for their accomplishments31, which were considered totally inconsistent with the stern realities of life. How was it possible that a hardy32 knight33 and well-seasoned man-at-arms could find time to paint, write, or even read? Such occupations were for jongleurs or monks34, not belted knights36 and stout37 barons.
As Ralph dropped the curtain behind him, the Captain of the Wight rose from his chair, the dreamy look of abstraction giving place to the alertness of real life.
"Well, Master Lisle, thou hast been a dullard on the way; what hath made thee so late?"
"There was a thick mist abroad, my lord."
"Oh, and thou lost thy way? Like enough. These sea fogs are sudden in their uprising. But thou gavest my missive to the Hermit38?"
"Yea, my lord, and he bid me say that he had seen no sail, but that, as the mist had overspread the land and sea the latter part of the day, it were very possible for a schallop to have gotten past unnoticed."
"Yea, forsooth, he sayeth well," said the Captain thoughtfully; then he added, "There was no other message?"
"None my lord, save--" and Ralph hesitated, for he did not like to tell of his mishaps39, and as he thought of the strange adventure on the wild cliff, in the brilliant light of that luxurious room, he could scarcely believe it was not a dream. The utter contrast between the present moment, the elegant surroundings, the absolute security of that splendid castle, with all its guards, walls, men-at-arms, bastions, archers41, and turrets43, and the wild weirdness44 of that solitary45 wrestle46 on the verge47 of the black precipice48, in the cold light of the moon, and the ghostly vapour, seemed too impossible. Surely he must have dreamt it.
"Save what, my child?" said Lord Woodville.
"Save that I lost my way, and--" and again he hesitated.
"Well, my page, and what?"
"And I was set on by a base caitiff."
"Ay, marry--who has dared to lay hands on one of my pages?"
"That I know not, my lord," and then Ralph narrated49 the adventure as best he could.
Lord Woodville listened to the end, his countenance50 expressing no feeling until Ralph came to the part where the man bid him take a note to the Captain of the Wight. He then looked up gravely, and said,
"Where is it, my child?"
Ralph fumbled52 in his pocket; he searched everywhere--he could not find it. Seeing his nervousness, the Lord Woodville said, smiling,--
"Nay53, fair page, take it quietly; thou mayest have overlooked it. Search each of thy pockets one by one, and so we shall arrive at a just conclusion."
Ralph did as he was told, and displayed but few things to the amused eyes of Lord Woodville, for he had not troubled to replace the rubbish which the man had left upon the grass when he turned out his pockets. When all had been gone through, there was nothing found.
"My lord," said Ralph, abashed54, "I must have dropped it when I delivered thy missive to the Hermit of St Catherine's."
"Like enough, my page; but thou shouldest be more careful. An thou didst, I shall get it in the morning; or thou canst ride in search of it. But thou art sure thou hast not been dreaming?" added Lord Woodville, with a smile.
"Nay, my lord, that I will warrant, for thou mayest see the stain of the grass and the earth on my surcoat and hose."
"Well that is somewhat, certes, but 'tis a quaint55 tale. Who could they be who would attack thee, do thee no harm, take no gold from thee, or strip thee of thy rich poignard and gaudy56 dress? For I see they have left thee thy purse and gold pieces."
"Nay, my lord, I know not; but I can show thee the place to-morrow, an thou wilt57 ride thither58."
"What was the man like who captured you? Didst thou see his face?"
"Nay, my lord, for he ever came between me and the moon; but he was of marvellous strength, and of a wondrous59 bigness; and he spoke60 like one in authority, and of gentle birth and breeding."
"Well, 'tis a strange adventure, in sooth, and we will take thought for it to-morrow. Perchance thou mayest find the missive in thy saddle housings, or in thy dress, as thou retirest to sleep. But it groweth late; get thee now to thy rest. I shall need thee to-morrow."
So saying, Lord Woodville nodded kindly61 to the boy, as a sign for him to retire, and Ralph left the room, glad enough to have escaped so easily, marvelling62 more than ever whether what had happened had really been a dream.
Meanwhile the Captain of the Wight stood musing63 before his fire, for there was now need for a fire, since the season was drawing on, and it was near the end of September, while the thick stone walls of the strong building were damp and cold.
Presently he went to his desk, pressed a spring, and out of a drawer at the side he took a little scented64 leathern case. Opening this, he took out two very faded flowers, a long lock of wavy65 soft brown hair, and a golden heart. He gazed at the silent relics66, his lips moved, and he crossed himself devoutly67. He then, after pressing them to his lips, put them back in the case, shut the case up, and replaced it in the drawer, which he carefully fastened again.
This done, with a heavy sigh he stepped across to a prie dieu, and devoutly kneeling before a richly-carved crucifix, he remained absorbed in prayer. When he rose up, his face looked white and haggard. Before retiring to rest, he drew aside the curtain over his door, opened it, and called to the archer42 on guard to pass the word to the man who relieved him, to usher68, without question, any monk35 who should come to him in the morning.
When Ralph awoke next morning, the events of the previous night seemed more than ever like a dream. The commonplace realities of everyday life, the bright morning sun, the boyish chaff69 of his companions, and the decisive tone of Tom o' Kingston as he put them through their exercises, seemed so utterly70 out of keeping with the romantic adventure of the night before.
Dicky Cheke seemed somewhat crestfallen71 this morning, and he and Maurice Woodville had each a rather swollen72 cheek and lip, while Willie Newenhall was decidedly puffy and red about the eye.
Even Bowerman showed signs of the manful handling given him by Ralph, who had almost forgotten the scuffle, in the greater excitement that had followed.
"I' faith, Ralph," said Dicky Cheke, "there'll be war anon, and Bowerman shall grin. What do you think? After you had gone, and the Captain had gotten well away, that rogue73 'Pig's Eyes' got Bowerman to attack us; but we gave them enough work before we gave in, and that's why his eye's so wadged up, and Bowerman's nose looks so red about the bridge."
"Now, Master Cheke," called out Tom o' Kingston, "are you going to give over gossiping? I hear there's talk of a tilt74 toward, and that Sir John thinks two of you young men can break a lance in it. Now I'd be loth you bore yourselves boorishly75, so please to give heed76 to all I've to say to you. Master Bowerman, you look but sadly this morning; what's come to your nose?"
"Never mind my nose, Tom," said that youth sulkily. "It's no business of yours if my nose is well or amiss. Let me have a run at you with the lance; I want to practise against a live man."
"Not this morning, Master Bowerman; you've enough to do to hit the Saracen fairly. Now are you ready. Go!"
The boys were all mounted on their hackneys horses that formed part of the stud of the castle garrison77, and which were trained for the work. Each boy carried a lance about thirteen feet long, and they were this morning going to tilt at a large and roughly-made figure of a Saracen, who held a shield in one arm, and a loose club in the other. The figure, when hit on the shield, spun78 round, and, unless the performer were quick in his movements, caught its assailant a more or less violent blow in the back, depending upon the force with which the shield was hit.
At the word of command of Tom o' Kingston, Bowerman dug his heels into his horse's side and rode at the figure. He hit the shield fairly, and galloped79 past untouched, raising his lance as he trotted80 round.
"That's well done, but give him a harder buffet81 next time. Now, Master Newenhall!" cried the instructor82.
Willie Newenhall was but half awake. He was yawning desperately83 when he received the order to go. He had scarcely fastened up his clothes, and he looked a sodden84 mass of sleepy stupidity. His half-washed face, squat85 nose, and little eyes, which were now smaller than ever, owing to the events of the night before, did not look prepossessing, and not the uttermost vagaries86 of the most vivid imagination would have thought that the owner of that countenance and that appearance fancied himself to be a dangerous lady-killer, a cause of disquiet87 alike to the anxious husband as well as the fond father. But the nights of fancy are proverbially wild, and had anybody suggested to Willie Newenhall that he was anything else than a very handsome, irresistible88 youth, he would have regarded that person with the pitying scorn justly due to the envious89 and the blighted90. Sleepy, and unfinished in the matter of his toilette--for it was seven o'clock in the morning, and Willie dearly loved his bed--he heard the order to put his horse in motion at the quintain. With another prolonged yawn he shook his horse's reins91, and trotted lazily towards the post. It so happened that he had not fastened up his tunic properly. As the pace of the horse increased, and he prepared to level his spear to hit the shield, the tunic flew open, and got in the way of his arms. Forgetting, or not noticing, how near he was to the quintain, he moved his arm up to clear the dress, thus bringing the lance across his body, and before he had time to recover his position, the long spear struck athwart the quintain, and got askew92 between the shield and the wooden post on which it revolved93, with the effect of its becoming jammed and immovable. As Willie's horse was well trained, and had increased his speed on nearing the quintain, his rider was swept out of his saddle, and over the crupper, falling to the ground like a sack of flour.
The onlookers94 greeted this mishap40 with a roar of laughter, and their instructor, with whom Willie Newenhall was no favourite, scoffingly95 bid him pick himself up, and "not lie there like a trussed pullet."
Ruefully the sleepy page, now rudely awakened96, got up, and came limping back.
"Pick up thy lance, stupid, and go after thy nag97. Beshrew me, but an I were the Captain, I'd as lief have a turnip98 for a page as thee. For you both grow, and that's all; saving that a turnip is good to eat, which is more than can be said o' thee." Then turning to Ralph, Tom o' Kingston said, "Now, Master Lisle, do thou show them how to do the matter."
Ralph dearly loved these exercises, and had become an apt pupil. Sticking spurs to his horse, he cantered eagerly forward. As he neared the post, with knees and voice he encouraged his horse, and with loose reins and gathering99 speed he struck the quintain a vigorous blow; then, raising his lance aloft, galloped on, untouched by the swiftly-revolving club.
"By my faith, 'twas well done, young master! You'll make the best lance of them all. But, when all's said and done, that's not much praise neither."
"You're a bit grumpy this morning--Tom," said Dicky Cheke. "What's gone wrong? Has Polly Bremeskate been unkind to thee?"
"Now, Master Cheke, mind your work, and let me have none of your sauce," said Tom o' Kingston, who was supposed to cherish a fatal passion for this very buxom100 and florid spinster, who was the inheritor of certain lands and tenements101 sufficient to be a powerful attraction, over and above her other charms, to the yeomen of the island. Her suitors therefore were numerous, and she gave herself airs of importance becoming in one so happily placed.
Dicky and Maurice went through the performance very well, and after the exercise had been repeated several times, the little group was joined by the Breton knight and Sir John Trenchard.
The arrival of these important spectators caused the performers to try their best, and even the stolid102 Willie was roused into something like emulation103.
"How do they tackle to their work, Master Tom?" asked Sir John.
"There's naught104 amiss, Sir John, with Master Bowerman and Lisle; they'll bear themselves well enough--leastways the last-named gentleman will; and so, for their size, will the other two young masters. But as for Master Newenhall, you'd as well mount Betty the scullery wench on Jenny the donkey, and give her a broomstick, as let him ride among press of knights."
"Go in, boys, and don your breastpieces, brassarts, gauntlets, and burgonets, and get your targets. This worshipful knight and I would see how you can bear yourselves in a tilt."
It was delightful105 news to all the pages, except Willie Newenhall, who in his heart detested106 the whole thing, and would much rather have sat at the window where Lady Trenchard's maids were looking at the sports, than have been down there, jeered107 at by the others, and with a strong probability of receiving hard knocks. If only he could gossip, he was happy. He could scarcely open his mouth among men, but with a garrulous108 woman--if only she were married, or beyond the chance of having designs upon himself--he was quite at home, and would discuss by the hour the latest fashion in 'cotes hardies,' or 'furbelows,' or any other of the mysteries usually never spoken of by men, or, if referred to at all, mentioned with bated breath, as though conscious of venturing on unknown ground, and with the usual result of bringing ridicule109 upon themselves, by the utter ignorance they displayed. But not so with Willie. He was as much at home when discussing women's dress or idle gossip and scandal, as his companions were at handling the lance or throwing the bar.
In a few minutes more the pages all re-appeared, armed entirely110 from the waist upwards111 in polished steel their faces looking bright and boyish under their raised visors, with their shields on their left arms. At the word 'Mount,' they vaulted112 into the saddle, or attempted to do so, for although they were practised every day at this exercise, yet it was a difficult matter to accomplish in armour113. Bowerman and Ralph, owing to the advantage of height, were able to do it gracefully114 enough, but poor Dicky ignominiously116 failed, while Maurice managed to scramble117 up with loss of dignity, but ultimate success. Willie had also failed, and received a sharp rebuke118 from Sir John Trenchard. When at last, by dint119 of great struggles, the two unfortunates had got on their horses, they were ranged in a line, sitting motionless with lance erect120 and visor raised.
The scene was pretty. The morning drill took place in the castle yard properly so called; the place of arms outside the walls, on the east of the castle, not being used for the lesser121 exercises. The five martial122 figures of the youths, their fresh boyish faces, contrasting with their warlike panoply123, the graceful115 figure of the Breton knight, in his close-fitting tunic and picturesque124 dress, set off to advantage by the grizzled head and weather-beaten appearance of Sir John Trenchard, formed a becoming contrast to the burly form and soldierly bearing of the esquire, sitting his horse to the right of the little squad125, and completing the group on the yellow gravel51 of the yard. Behind all, the towering keep, with its base hidden by thick brushwood, carefully trimmed and topped, stood up dark and grim against the eastern sky. To the south east, Mountjoy's Tower, and the long line of wall between, cast their deep shadows over the barracks and store-houses below; while opposite, in the bright sunlight, was the old chapel126 of St Nicholas, the chaplain's room, guard-room, and the noble towers of the main gateway127. The Captain's apartments, on the north, commanded a view on three sides into the yard, and the boys were made more eager than ever to do well, by seeing the Captain of the Wight standing in the oriel window, looking down upon them.
About the quadrangle were grouped, some in shadow some in bright sunlight, the picturesque figures of the garrison of the castle who were off duty, while the flitting shadows on the parapet of the eastern walls showed where the sentries128 were pacing to and fro on their beat.
Above the keep floated the standard of England, and from the main tower the banner of the Captain of the Wight flung its blazon129 in the breeze.
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