The dismounted knights got on horseback again, and Ralph was delighted to see that the time was coming when they would be the attacking party. He longed to break a lance with some of those swaggering French men-at-arms who rode past them, waving their spears and jeering3 them with taunting4 words. But the time had not come yet. In the interval5 the wounded were attended to. Surgical6 science was at a very low ebb7, but what little the surgeon-barbers did know, was applied8 to the relief of the sufferers, most of whom, however, bled to death. The men of the Wight had hitherto suffered very little; two men had been killed outright9 by a cannon10-ball, and some dozen or so had received more or less serious lance thrusts. The men who served the artillery11, however, had been very severely12 handled, and the Isle13 of Wight men, few of whom had seen cannon-shot wounds, were shocked at the awful results of those few minutes of artillery practice at close quarters.
Clumsy and badly served as those primitive14 guns were, the execution they did was murderous; and the Captain of the Wight, who possessed15 such large experience of medi?val warfare16, noted17 the change those deadly weapons must produce, and determined18 to urge upon King Henry the importance of employing more largely in the field these engines of destruction.
Dicky, Ralph, and Maurice were all mounted and standing19 together. From their superior position on horseback they could see through their visors all that was going on, as far as it was possible to make out anything in that forest of spears. The boys could not understand why they stood inactive spectators.
"Marry, Ralph, why don't we give it these varlets as they ride past us? A good charge now would knock over dozens, and I am longing20 for my prize-money. Look at that fat Frenchman! did you ever see such a jack-pudding?"
"T wish I could make out what is going on," said Ralph, who had been trying to pierce the bewildering masses of steel-clad men, who seemed never to end as they trotted21 past with lance on hip22 and fluttering pennon. "Hullo, here come the footmen; now look out."
But the free archers24 only drew up out of bow-shot, and watched the men-at-arms. It was evident by their gestures they could see something the vanguard could not see.
The Captain of the Wight seemed uneasy and restive25. He was urging something in a low tone on the old Marshal de Rieux, who only shook his head and muttered,--
"Pas à present; ce n'est pas le moment."
"Then it will never be the moment," said the Lord Woodville impatiently. "Look there!"
"Body o' me, Ralph!" said Dicky in consternation26, "the Bretons and Gascons are running away. Look, there goes the banner of Laval; down goes the golden flag with its fiery27 cross and blue eagles; there goes d'Albret. Fie on its golden lilies and purple flag! where are Orleans and Orange! Look! the Allemaynes are being cut down. Mercy on us! see how the sword-strokes flash. Why don't we charge?"
The impatience28 of all the men of the Wight became very great. They uttered their grumblings aloud.
"Let's charge them, my Lord Captain. Don't be kept back by that old dotard of a Frenchman. He's changed sides twice; maybe he'd fain do it a third time."
This was a very awkward suspicion, and one at such a moment most sinister29 in its influence on the minds of the English and Breton troops.
The Captain of the Wight saw he could restrain them no longer. He also longed to take an active part in the battle. He turned to the Marechal de Rieux.
"Sir, I can keep my people together no longer. We must charge and retrieve30 the fortunes of the day, or die in the attempt."
"Comme vous voulez," said the Marshal, shrugging his shoulders. "Mais tout32 est perdu. On ne peut plus."
The Captain of the Wight turned in his saddle--he raised his sword.
"Men of the Wight, now is our time. Men-at-arms, close your ranks. Archers and billmen, prepare to charge. Let all men follow me."
A loud and ringing cheer broke from all that eager band of armed men, and with a fierce alacrity33 the square broke up. The little force of men-at-arms in front, the infantry34 forming their serried35 ranks behind.
"'Tis too late!" muttered Tom o' Kingston, and many of the older and cooler heads agreed with him.
"'Twould be better to march off the field as we are," said Sir John Trenchard; "they'll never dare to touch us--they've had too much of it already, and we could join the garrison36 of Fougéres, who are marching upon Rennes."
But these experienced soldiers kept their grumblings to themselves, and prepared to do their duty, even though they knew death to be the reward.
As Dicky Cheke rode behind his chief, he noticed a wounded archer23, and was struck by his calm courage. The man had lost one leg from a cannon shot, but he was still sitting up supporting himself on the other and shooting steadily37 at the French. When he saw his comrades were about to leave him, without a word or thought of himself, he called out to his comrade,--
"Dickon, have thou mine arrows, I can go no more. There are still three left. Take them and riddle38 yonder Frenchmen. Give my love to Sue, poor lass! I'll just lay me down a while."
And so the archers parted; and Dicky rode on more grave than he had ever been in his life.
"Ralph," he muttered; "Ralph, dear boy, if I should be left behind too, there's a gold chain I would like thee to have, and my goshawk, she's been well trained, and thou wilt39 be kind to her, I know. There's little Alice, my sister, too, give her my bells and jesses; and to mother--No, certes, Ralph, I'll not play the girl. Art not ashamed of me, Ralph?" and Dicky tried to whistle a tune31, but it only came in a melancholy40 pipe from out his barred helm. "Marry, 'tis the heat," said Dicky ruefully.
"Nay41, Dicky, cheer up. There's thy Frenchman in the gay armour42 a-head. Think of the ransom43 thou art going to get."
"Ah, Ralph, my boy, methinks 'tis the ransom Sir John Merlin told us had been paid for all of us long years gone by that I shall win to-day. I wish I had paid more attention to my prayers--But marry, come up! here we go! Oh! this is something like! Have at them! A Cheke! a Cheke! say I. St George for merry England!--Ah!"
His voice suddenly changed, and the poor boy reeled in his saddle, as a fierce and burly French man-at-arms drove his lance into his corslet and broke off the point. Dicky's head fell forward. He dropped his lance and clutched the pommel of his saddle. Everything swam before his eyes, and he fell from his horse with a groan44.
But Ralph had well revenged him. His lance caught the Frenchman under the gorget, driving the chain shirt into his neck, and bore the man-at-arms out of his saddle to the ground.
The melée had now become fierce. The French, who were well handled by their skilful45 young leader, the Vicomte de Thouars, who was only twenty-seven years old, had kept a body of men-at-arms behind their infantry in reserve, and to watch the movements of the Breton vanguard. This fine body of troops, under the celebrated46 James Galliotti, seeing the change of formation of the square, charged at once, and took the vanguard in flank. The infantry were cruelly handled, and orders were issued to spare not a single man who wore a red cross. Out-generalled, and abandoned by the rest of the army, for the main battle had been utterly47 broken, the Swiss pikemen were doggedly48 holding their ground, or slowly retiring before the fierce onslaught of the French, while the rearward, seeing how hardly the battle was going, had fled without striking a blow. The men of the Wight and their Breton comrades were gallantly49 upholding the honour of their race. Shoulder to shoulder, and back to back, the pikemen stood, fiercely exchanging thrust for thrust with the eager warriors51 of Gaul. But numbers were against them, and gradually their ranks were thinned.
The Captain of the Wight, boldly seconded by his knights, esquires, and men-at-arms, had plunged52 into the midst of the French cavalry53.
Three knights the Lord Woodville had himself unhorsed, his lance was gone, but his sword still flashed, and rose and fell, and Ralph still rode beside his lord.
Seeing how fierce was the little band of men around the Captain of the Wight, the French men-at-arms turned aside to easier conquests, and the battered54 and wounded knights and esquires were fain to rest grimly on a little rising ground they had gained to the right of the battle-field.
How different was the scene from the morning. Of all that gallant50, gay, and careless army, no coherent mass remained. The dusty road was covered with piles of dead and dying men. Broken pikes, splintered lances, pools of blood lay all around. Here and there fainting men, sore stricken, leant upon the end of their halberds, or sank swooning to the ground. A weary group of English still held together, and repelled55 the relentless56 onslaught of the French; but they had no hope, and had nowhere to go. No quarter was offered or asked, and their only object was to sell their lives as dearly as possible.
Ralph looked wearily round. Dicky Cheke had gone. Maurice, poor lad, could scarcely sit his horse. His head ached, and his pulses throbbed57 with the fearful heat of the day, and he had received a terrible blow from a bill across his thigh58. The taces of his armour had saved his leg, but it had shorn away the upper part of his genouilliere, or knee-piece, and exposed the bone of the knee.
Ralph himself was badly wounded on the left arm, but he could still wield59 his mace60. His sword had been broken long ago, and he knew scarcely anything of the fight. His head swam, and he felt giddy and faint. The Captain of the Wight was also desperately61 wounded, and had raised his visor for more air. Tom o' Kingston leant forward on his horse's neck, and Sir John Trenchard reeled in his saddle. Master Meux had gone. No other knight1 or esquire remained. They could be seen, easily distinguished62 by their white surcoats and red crosses, lying still and motionless, either apart or amid a pile of their enemies.
At this moment a fresh body of men-at-arms, among whom were two or three knights in very rich armour, rode back from the pursuit of the flying Bretons.
"They give us no quarter: let us die in harness," said the Captain of the Wight. "Yonder are all that are left of our gallant fellows; let us go and die with them."
No one answered. Ralph still thought of his promise. Although Yolande would never know it, he would save his lord from death, or die with him. But they were utterly weary with fighting. Their arms were stiff and nerveless. Ralph could form no thought, he only kept saying to himself, "I will do my duty, I will do my duty."
"Now, gentlemen," said the Captain, in a voice still clear and resolute63, although feeble from pain and weariness, "this is the last time we shall speak to each other on earth. My friends and comrades, do you pardon me for having brought you into such great misery64? I humbly65 ask your forgiveness, and it sore repenteth me of the dolour I have caused."
"My lord, say no more," said Sir John Trenchard: "may God assoil thee as freely as I do. 'Tis the lot of all men to die. We have done our duty, and shall do more yet before we go hence. Let us charge the enemy."
"Ay, before our wounds grow stiff," muttered Tom o' Kingston. "But I would fain some one could tell Polly Bremskete how I played the man."
But Ralph thought of nothing that was said. He only saw a grey mist--a crimson66 sunset glow--brown purply foliage67, and a lovely face with large blue eyes, a crown of waving yellow hair, and two soft lips saying, "Thou will watch over him, Ralph;" and he kept saying to himself. "I will do my duty."
And now the time had come. The group of weary horsemen rode down to meet their death. Grimly they settled themselves in their saddles, and sternly they handled their weapons. The setting sun glowed on their battered armour, their fluttering tabards, and on the blood-red cross on their breasts--
"The deare remembrance of their dying Lorde."
All the gay splendour of pompous68 war was gone, there only remained the iron will of stern and fixed69 resolve animating70 those war-worn figures, awful in their grim and reckless daring. They rode to seek their death.
The French men-at-arms, seeing them coming, were struck with admiration71 at their gallant bearing; but the orders of their captain were strict. No one who wore a red cross was to be spared. They therefore prepared to meet the little troop. Their leader was no less a person than Sir James Galliotti himself. With generous chivalry72, seeing the Lord Woodville had no lance, he threw away his own, and drew his sword. The little squadrons met, and for a moment it was difficult to tell how the shock had gone. But in a minute more it was seen that the Captain of the Wight was still on horseback, and fighting against fearful odds73. But the gallant Sir James Galliotti was down, and so were Tom o' Kingston and Sir John Trenchard. The former had singled out a huge Frenchman, and cleft74 his helm in twain, but had, at the same time, been pierced through his visor into his brain by another man-at-arms. Sir John had also killed his man, but had received a mortal wound in doing so, and lay grimly still waiting for death to relieve him. "I would my good dame75 could have had my body for burial, for she ever kept such fine linen76 for my winding-sheet. But it is as God wills, and it will serve for her own cere-cloth. 'Tis hard for her I die, seeing her own age. I misdoubt me if she can find another husband now. But 'tis ever as God wills."
Ralph still struggled beside his lord. He had set his teeth, and his gauntlet seemed to have grown to his mace. In front of him was a well-armed cavalier, who was aiming a deadly thrust at the Captain of the Wight. Ralph smote77 down the spear, and attacked the foe78 with such strength as was left him. He threw himself upon the man-at-arms, and split his helmet with his mace. But his antagonist79 had also struck him, and the fierce back-handed stroke shore off the upper part of his casque, exposing Ralph's wavy80 fair hair and weary eyes.
"What! Is it thou, De Lisle?" cried the voice of his foe. "Then I am right joyous81. Never more shalt thou leave this field. I have sought for thee everywhere to-day. At last my hour hath come."
"Ay, and so it hath," said Maurice Woodville, who with a last faint effort, thrust his dagger82 through the visor of the man-at-arms, and both fell to the ground together.
Ralph, still thinking only of his lord, and heeding83 nothing that concerned himself, turned round to see where he was. In wild despair he leapt from his horse. The Captain of the Wight was down; but over him stood a tall knight, who was defending him against the thrusts and blows of the enemy. Ralph rushed forward, parrying a fierce cut at his exposed head with his wounded left arm, and the Frenchman, seeing no more glory was to be won, turned away to look after their fallen leader. Ralph stooped down over his lord. His head swam, he reeled and fell. All sense left him, and he lay in a dead faint. He must have lain some time unconscious, for when he was recalled to life by some cooling bandage to his head, the sun had sunk, and the pale primrose84 of the evening sky was fading into the ashy grey of night. There were faint sounds near, voices, and dreary85 moans, and above, the stars were shining down on that grim scene of woe86, as they had shone on thousands before and would shine on thousands after. He listened to the faint voices near. Was he in England? Who were they?
"Then I have thy pardon, noble knight? Would to God I could have His too! Ah, evil have been my days, and fierce my life, but from henceforth I vow87 to humble88 myself before Him, and lay aside the sword for ever."
Ralph listened. Who could it be?
A faint voice answered with great difficulty and many pauses.
"I thank God I have had this meeting before I die--He hath ever been merciful to me, sinful man that I am--but in no wise hath His mercy been more marvellously proven than in saving me from the sin thou wottest of.--Thou didst her and me cruel wrong. I say no more of that--I thank God I die, and I thank Him all the more in that thou knowest now how guiltless she and I have been. Not of mine own strength did I resist temptation, but, as is written in Holy Writ89, 'Noe temptacion hath o'ertaken thee, but what God will withe ye temptacion alsoe makke a waie to escape.' I am near my end now." The voice became weaker. "I cannot forgather my thoughts. Thou wilt see her. Tell her--ah!--I shall see her too, where there is neither marrying nor giving in marriage, but where we 'are as the angels of God in heaven.'" And the voice, scarcely audible in the last few gasps90, ceased for ever.
The other voice broke out,--
"Ah, Sir Edward Woodville, noble Captain, gentle knight, how thou wert head of all Christian91 knights, and now thou liest dead! Ever wast thou the pattern of all true knights. The courtliest wast thou, that ever bare shield, the truest friend to thy lover that ever bestrode horse. Ever wast thou the goodliest person that ever came among press of knights. The meekest92 and the gentlest that ever loved woman. The sternest to thy mortal foe that ever laid spear in rest. And now thou art dead! And I live. Ah, me. What dolour and grief is this; that I could not give my life for thy life! Ah, sinful man that I am. How shall I atone93 for my evil life? How dolorous94 hath been this day. And the departing out of this world of all this meynie of joyous and gentle men!"
Ralph listened, as in a dream. The voices ceased, and the whirr of a night-jar hummed above the low wail95 of the deserted96 battle-field. The faint sound of inarticulate pain rose and sank on the gentle night breeze. The still air seemed to vibrate with pain.
Presently a soft hand touched his brow. He looked round. A slight form was bending over him, and a gentle voice murmured,--"'Tis a friend; but speak no word, there is yet danger around."
Ralph lay still, his senses had not yet recovered their usual vigour97. He liked lying still, as the balmy night air of midsummer fanned his brow, watching the solemn stars blinking down, and the flitting bats as they flickered98 to and fro. He felt desperately thirsty, and turned his head to see if the mysterious figure were near.
"Father!--father!--ah me, how dolorous is the time! Father, shall we not get hence? Alack! he heareth not! Father! the night grows damp, thy wounds will stiffen99. Alack! alack! he heedeth not!"
Again all was silent over that dismal100 scene. The heaps of dead men glinted in the starlight, and the night wind stirred the torn and tattered101 tabards till they rustled102 in the wind.
Ralph began to recover his senses as the chill air of night fanned his forehead, but as he awoke to the reality of life, a numbing103 sense of bitter pain passed through his heart. Where were all his friends? Where were those gallant four hundred who had gone in all the pride of strength and joyous manhood to win fame, and name, and fortune in the sunny land of France? Where was Dicky Cheke? Alas104, poor Dicky! Did he need no ransom now? Had his thoughts come true? Was the only ransom he would ever require the great ransom paid for all? There they lay, with solemn upturned faces, whiter than their white tabards, and signed with the ruddy sign of their "deare Lord." The solemn stars shone for their funeral torches, and the rustling105 leaves of the deep, still forest whispered a dirge106 for the silent dead.
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