Fulcon went to and fro along the passage like a brown crab3, a man whose back seemed built for burdens, and whose bowed legs and hairy chest gave promise of great strength. He carried the faggots two at a time, and neighbours who loitered to watch him at work saw nothing but the sheaves of wood crawling along upon a knotty4 pair of legs. The boys of Reigate, who hated the baker because he had good apple trees and used a stick vigorously in defending the fruit, called him “tortoise,” and “snail in the shell.” Sometimes a boy would make a dash and pretend to try the snatching of a loaf from the stone counter of the little shop. But Fulcon had a dog who was as surly and as wide awake as his master. Nor was it to be wondered at that dog Ban had a sour temper, since the number of stones that were surreptitiously thrown at him would have paved the path in old Fulcon’s garden.
The baker had come near the end of the load, and had disappeared up the passage, leaving the last two faggots lying on the footway. He came back, picking up the odd bits of stick that littered the stones. A bent5 body seemed such a habit with Fulcon that his eyes often saw nothing more than the two yards of mother earth before his feet. Hence he had already laid a hand to one of the remaining faggots before he saw the grey folds of a cloak spread out under his very nose.
Fulcon straightened up, and showed his natural attitude towards the world by closing a big brown fist. He saw a woman sitting upon one of the faggots, a woman in a grey cloak with the hood6 drawn7 over her head. The woman’s back was turned to him, and by the stoop of her shoulders she seemed very tired.
Fulcon took her for a beggar, and Fulcon hated beggars even more than boys.
“Get up,” said he.
And since she did not stir he repeated the command.
“Get up, there,” and he reached out to take her by the cloak.
The woman rose, and overtopped Fulcon by some five inches. She turned and looked at him with great brown eyes that seemed tired with the dust and the wind. The baker stared hard at her, catching8 the gleam of splendid hair drawn back under the grey hood. The woman’s face had a silence such as one sees on the face of a statue.
The woman looked at him, and then at the shop.
“I want bread,” she answered.
Fulcon’s eyes retorted “pay for it.”
The woman had a leather bag in her hand. She felt in it, and brought out money. Fulcon’s frown relaxed instantly. He stooped under the wooden shutter10 propped11 up by its bar, picked up a loaf, and handed it to her.
To his astonishment12 she sat down again on the faggot, as though she had a right there now that she had bought the loaf. Fulcon opened his shrewd but rather sleepy eyes wider, and stared. The words “get up” were again on the tip of his tongue. But he smothered13 them, picked up the other faggot, and giving a warning whistle to the dog Ban who was lying in the shop, went away up the narrow passage.
When Fulcon returned, he stared still harder, for the dog Ban was sitting with his muzzle14 resting on the woman’s knee, and looking up steadily15 into her face. She was breaking the bread slowly, and giving the dog a crust from time to time. Fulcon might have reasoned with her over such extravagance, had he not been the creature of a strong affection with regard to the big brown dog, one of the two living things in the world to whom he grudged16 nothing.
The baker stood by, scratching his beard, something very much like a smile glimmering17 in his eyes. Then he gave a half audible chuckle18 as though the scene seemed peculiarly quaint19.
The woman turned her head, but Fulcon’s face was as blank as a piece of brown sandstone. He looked indeed as though he had never uttered a sound in his life. Dog Ban lifted his head and stared at his master as though it was unusual for Fulcon to chuckle.
The woman asked a question.
“How far is it to Guildford?”
Fulcon jerked his head like a wooden doll worked by string.
“Guildford? It may be eighteen miles,” and he reconsidered the number carefully as though he were handing out loaves.
The woman laid a hand on the dog’s head.
“A lodging.”
Fulcon always echoed a neighbour’s sentences, a trick that suggested caution, and a desire to gain time for reflection.
“No.”
“There are hostels in the town.”
“No,” and yet again she repeated the blunt monosyllable “no.”
Fulcon echoed the “no,” and stared hard at the opposite wall.
Ban opened his mouth suddenly, and laughed as a dog can laugh on occasions. It was as though the matter was so absurdly simple that he was tickled22 by the way these humans bungled23 it.
Fulcon caught the dog’s eye. Ban’s laughter had been silent, his master’s came with a human gurgle.
“You want a lodging?” and he approached the question as something wholly new and astonishing, a matter that had never been previously24 mentioned.
“I can pay.”
“You can pay.”
The woman put back her hood, and gave Fulcon a full view of her face. Perhaps he felt what Ban had felt, for there was something in the woman’s eyes that made both these surly dogs quite debonair25.
“I should give you no trouble,” she said simply. “I have had trouble enough to teach me to be contented26.”
Fulcon nodded.
“Trouble,” he agreed. “There are many things that bring trouble, more especially such a thing as a King.”
“My trouble began with the King,” she said.
“Ah, to be sure; his men took all my bread one day last year, and I had not so much as a farthing.”
The woman felt in her bag.
“I can pay you,” she said, “a little. I can work, too, if you wish it.”
Fulcon narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and looked at Ban as though for advice. The dog wagged his tail. That wag of the tail decided30 it.
“Come up and see,” he said. “I have a little room under the roof.”
And all three went in together, Fulcon, the dog, and Denise.
Whether it was Ban’s friendship, or Fulcon’s complacency in turning a good penny by letting his attic31, Denise tarried there in the baker’s house, glad to find a corner in the world where she could rest awhile in peace. Fulcon lived quite alone, though an old woman came in now and again to cook, clean, and sew. The house was of stone, and roofed also with flags of stone, because of sparks from the bakehouse furnace. The upper room where Denise lodged32 was reached by an outside stairway from the yard. There was a small garden and orchard33 shut in by the walls and gable ends of other houses. As for Fulcon he lived in his bakery behind the shop, he and Ban sleeping together in one corner like two brown dogs curled up in a heap. Often there was baking to be done at night, and then Fulcon dozed34 in the shop by day, the dog keeping an eye open for customers, boys, and thieves.
It is one of the facts of life that gruff and surly people are more to be trusted than those with burnished35 faces and ready tongues, and so it turned out with old Fulcon. For Denise found him steady and honest. The neighbours declared that Fulcon was a miser36. True, he worked like a brown gnome37, round-backed, laborious38, and silent. No man baked bread better than Fulcon; nor had he ever sold short weight.
So Denise found herself tarrying day after day in the town under the chalk hills, where the beech39 woods clambered against the sky, and life seemed still and quiet. Though Earl Simon had taken Reigate the year before, no memory of violence and of bloodshed seemed to linger there, and the valley amid the hills waited peacefully for the spring.
Denise had come very near to death that year, and the heart in her still carried a deep and open wound. She had changed, too, in those few weeks. Her glorious hair was growing long again, and her eyes had a more miraculous40 sadness. She was thinner in face, yet plumper at the bosom41. Some people might have discovered an indefinable air about her, a subtle, human something that was not to be seen on the face of a nun42.
A great gulf43 had opened for Denise between the present and the past, and what her thoughts and emotions were, only a woman could understand. She had lost something of herself, and there was a void of tenderness and yearning44 in her that hungered to be filled. A chance touch of kindness could melt her almost to tears. She was very silent, and very gentle. Even the dog Ban was something to be loved and fondled, and in winning Ban she won old Fulcon, that brown gnome who toiled45 and hoarded47, hoarded and toiled.
One day he called Denise from her upper room, and showed her the door that led into the garden. Within were herb beds, brown soil turned for planting vegetables, and a stretch of grass where the apple and pear trees grew.
“Grass turns white under a stone,” he said in his grumbling way. “You will see more of the sun here.”
And Denise was grateful to the old man, and she went down into the orchard of an evening, and heard the blackbirds sing.
Old Fulcon had taken a fancy to Denise. He began to look upon her as a house chattel48 that was familiar, and even as a possession to be treasured. She was silent and gentle, and Fulcon was silent and gentle under that gruff, ugly, and laborious surface. Denise paid him her money, and though Fulcon took it, he kept it apart from the hoard46 he had in a secret hole in the wall.
“Times are hard, dog Ban,” he would say sulkily. “Only a priest takes a child’s last pence.”
Ban would approve, knowing that his master was less mean than he seemed.
“Be sure, it is no common wench, dog Ban. Noble folk fall into the ditch, as well as beggars. She may be a great lady, who knows? No kitchen girl ever had such hands.”
So Denise tarried there, and old Fulcon seemed quite content that she should tarry, and even began to show less reticence49 and caution. Old men are often like children; they turn to some people, and run from others. Nor was it long before Denise discovered why the baker toiled and hoarded as he did.
Fulcon had an idol50, an idol that fed upon the father’s gold, and that idol was a son. Denise heard of him as a big, black-eyed, tan-faced sworder who had run away to the wars before the down was on his chin. Fulcon’s boy had swaggered, fought, and shouldered his way up hill. He rode a great horse now, wore mail, and carried a long spear. He earned good pay in the service of those who hired such gentlemen, even had men under him, and was a great captain in his father’s eyes.
“God of me, child,” he would say, “the boy was a giant from the day his mother bore him! I can stand under his arm, so,” and he would show Denise how his head did not reach to his son’s shoulder.
“The handsome dog, he must have money,” and Fulcon chuckled51 and rubbed his hands, “there is not a finer man at his arms in the whole kingdom than Hervé. He has fought as champion often, and no man can stand up to him. Lord, child, and the way some of the ladies have shown him kindness, but that is not a matter for your ears. Hervé must have money, the handsome dog! A lad of such promise must live like the gentleman he may be.”
Then Fulcon waxed mysterious, and looked at Denise with cunning pride.
“I have not given him all my money, oh no, I am wiser than that, I bide52 my time. For though I have never dreamt it, my dear, I know that some day Hervé will win the spurs. Lesser53 men have fought their way to it. And then, child, the old baker of Reigate will come out with a store of gold. Arms, and rings, and rich clothes shall the lad have. He shall not be put to shame for lack of the proper gear.”
Denise was touched by the old man’s love for his son, and also by the trust he showed her in telling her such a thing. For to one who had been driven out into the world with shame and ignominy, such human faith is very dear. Denise might be touched by old Fulcon’s pride, but whether she believed Messire Hervé worthy54 of it was quite another matter. The fellow was probably a gallant55 rogue56, with wit enough to possess himself of the old man’s gold. It seemed strange to her that Fulcon, who was so shrewd and grim, should be dazzled by gaudy57 trappings, a loud presence, and a handsome face.
Denise had at least found peace in the little town, a time of tranquillity58 that stood between her and despair. She had space there for quiet breathing, and no fear for the moment but the fear of a chance betrayal. She needed sleep and strength before the march into the future, that future that seemed as dim and formless as a strange and distant land. Her heart seemed doomed59 to lose the very memory of a most dear dream. If she thought of Aymery she thought of him as a man who had made her soul thrill in past years, and was dead. Her vows60 were broken, but what did that avail? The past was dead also, after what had happened.
One evening late in March, Fulcon came to her in the garden, and she could tell that he was troubled.
“The bloody61 sword is out again,” he said. “Bah, I thought they would let us have peace awhile. The accursed Frenchman has thrown poison into the pot.”
Denise was ignorant of much that had passed in the world around. She knew nothing of the Mise, and of the blight62 that had fallen on the Barons’ cause. Pope Urban, good man, upheld King Henry in the breaking of oaths and the casual selfishness of misrule. Time-servers and waverers were going over to the King, because of the award St. Louis had made. Yet Simon had carried his head high, and acted in all honour, he and the chief lords who were with him. They had surrendered Dover, and prepared to treat loyally with Henry about the Mise.
Now news had come into the town that the firebrands on either side were flaming in arms. Roger Mortimer had ravaged63 De Montfort’s estates on the Welsh marches. There had been skirmishes in the west country. The Earl of Derby had hoisted64 his banner against the King. Henry himself had issued writs65 calling his followers66 to arms on the last day of March. The peacemaking of Louis of France seemed likely to bring on a yet bitterer war.
Fulcon shook his head over it, and grumbled.
“The King pipes the tune67, and poor John pays. There will be bloody work again. God give Earl Simon a heavy hand.”
And then, as is always the case, he discovered compensations.
“Hervé will have his chance,” he said; “how can a soldier show himself without a battle!”
Two days passed, and news came suddenly that Simon the Younger was near at hand, and likely to pass through Reigate on the way. The news set Fulcon all agog68, for Hervé followed the Earl of Gloucester’s banner, and some said the earl was with young Simon, and Fulcon was as eager as any woman to see his lad. He went out into the town, leaving Denise and Ban to look to the loaves in the shop. And while Fulcon was away De Montfort’s son marched into Reigate with a following of knights70 and men-at-arms.
Denise saw the people running to and fro like ants in a nest that have been stirred up with a stick. A crowd began to gather, an anxious, whispering, restless crowd, uneasy as a wood under the first puffs71 of a threatening storm. For armed men in a town were too often the devil’s retainers, were they friends or foes72.
“Simon is here!”
The news spread, and men who had wives and daughters, pushed them within doors, bidding them look through cracks in the shutters74 if they must look at all. A knight69 came riding by, carrying a black banner with a white cross thereon. A few stray dogs ran hither and thither75, to be hooted76, and pelted77 by the boys in the crowd. Then suddenly, with the thunder of hoofs78 along the street, came the clangour of young Simon’s company, their spears set close together like black masts in a haven79.
Denise stood at the door of Fulcon’s shop, with Ban bristling80 and snarling81 beside her. A splendid knight on a white horse rode in the van. His helmet was off, and he laughed, and looked about him as he rode with a certain good-humoured vanity. Beside him, mounted on a black mare82, Denise saw a woman in silks of blue and green, and a cloak of sables83 over her shoulders.
The way was narrow, and the crowd greatest just by the baker’s shop. Simon the Younger reined84 in his horse, holding his spear at arms length as a sign to those behind him to halt.
“Room, good people,” he said, gracious and debonair. “We are not here to trample85 on honest men’s toes.”
Denise’s eyes met the eyes of the woman who rode at young De Montfort’s side. And in that look the shame of the near past leapt up into Denise’s face, for the lady in the cloak of sables was the woman who had ridden with Gaillard and Peter of Savoy the day they dragged Aymery from her cell.
Etoile’s black eyes had flashed as they stared at Denise’s face. She also had not forgotten. And once again she looked down upon Denise, and mocked her with lifted chin, and laughing mouth.
The street had cleared, and Simon and Etoile went riding on together, with spear and shield following along the narrow street. Denise had drawn back into the shadow of the shop, her face still hot with Etoile’s sneer86. Her shame seemed to have been flung at her like a torch out of the darkness. Denise felt as though it had scorched87 her flesh. And while she hid herself there, Aymery rode by among young Simon’s gentlemen, but Denise neither saw him, nor he her.
Soon Fulcon came back panting, having pushed his way through the crowd in the street. He blessed God and Denise when he saw his bread untouched.
“Five score loaves for Simon’s men,” he said gloating. “I had the order yonder up at the Cross. Simon is a lord who pays.”
Fulcon was very happy, but Denise went to her room above, sorrowful and sad at heart. The peace seemed to have gone suddenly from the place.
Aymery, who had passed so near to her for whom he would have pledged his spurs, served as knight of the guard that evening at De Montfort’s lodging. Young Simon and Dame88 Etoile were very merry together, drinking and laughing into each other’s eyes. Aymery distrusted the woman, and feared her power over the earl’s son. It always seemed to him that he had seen her face before that night in Southwark, but where, for the life of him, he could not remember.
And as he kept guard in Reigate town that night, he thought of Denise, and of that dolorous89 thing that had befallen her. The shame of it had not driven her out of Aymery’s heart. Little did he guess that he had been so near to her that day.
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crab
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catching
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astonishment
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smothered
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| vt.踩，践踏；无视，伤害，侵犯 | |
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| v.轻蔑；嘲笑；n.嘲笑，讥讽的言语 | |
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