“If the Lord had loved us he would have kept the King at Oxford1 until we came there to drink wine.”
And Isoult, a little woman, the colour of ivory, lithe2 and strong as a snake, threw a handful of sand at Dame3 Marpasse, and laughed.
“Since they have taken Young Simon prisoner,” she said, “there will be no chance for the like of us under the banner of the Old Earl. God grant that Simon be soon put under the sods. He would freeze all the young men in the country. God prosper4 the King.”
Marpasse had taken off one of her stockings, and was darning a hole in the heel, and darning it very clumsily.
“They have slaughtered5 the Jews in London, and the King should come south again to see after the remnant of his flock. They say his host is moving nearer the river. We must look to our manners, my dear; I will be nothing under a great lady.”
Isoult shot out a red tongue.
“Supposing I look no lower than Prince Edward himself! We must fill our purses soon. These cursed marchings to and fro have left us out in the cold. Once in the King’s camp, I will sleep in a lord’s tent, and no other. And I will have siclatouns and silks, for there will be London and half the country to plunder6.”
Marpasse looked solemn.
“They must beat Earl Simon out of the country first,” said she; “the old watchdog keeps the meat from being stolen. Phew, I would give something for a loaf of bread. We shall have to bide7 the night here, and chew grass. What a curse it is sometimes to wear gay clothes, and to have no gentleman near to take one up on his horse.”
Great contrasts were these two; Isoult, black as midnight as to eyes and hair, sharp, peevish8, slim of body, red of mouth and white of skin; Marpasse, with large handsome face brown as a berry, hard blue eyes shining under a mop of tawny9 hair, and a mouth ready to break into giggles10. They were resting on the road, these excellent gentlewomen, in the shelter of a sand-pit on the hills beyond Guildford, their baggage, such as it was, spread about them in happy confusion. Isoult had a great slit12 in her poppy-red tunic13, a slit that showed the white shift beneath. She was waiting till Marpasse, that tawny woman who loved bright colours, should finish with the needle. But Marpasse’s darning was slow and clumsy, and Isoult plucked grass and gnawed14 it, watching the sandy track that went winding15 down into the valley.
Marpasse finished her botching at last, and wiping the sand from between her toes, pulled on her stocking. She stuck the needle into a wisp of thread, and tossed it into Isoult’s lap. But Isoult was still gnawing16 grass, and staring down the road with a brooding alertness in her eyes.
“Here comes a grey goat,” she said suddenly, spitting out a blade of grass, and wiping her chin, “maybe she is worth being gentle to. Who knows! At all events, we are hungry.”
Marpasse wriggled17 forward so that she had a view of the road. One stout18 leg protruded19 from under the skirt of cornflower blue, and the Juno’s limb betrayed a further need of the needle.
“Tired! Bah!” and Isoult bit her lips, “only married women walk so, as though they had a stick laid across their shoulders each morning.”
Marpasse held her ground.
“You should know enough of the road, little cat, to tell when a padder is footsore, and far spent. God a’ me, but she is good to look at, though she be lame21. And a bag, too. If she has bread in it, I will call her dear sister.”
The woman in grey whom Isoult had sighted, came to the mouth of the sand-pit, and saw these two wenches in their bright clothes watching her; and when one of them smiled and beckoned22, Denise stood hesitating, and then smiled in return. But the smile was so weary and so sad, that Marpasse, that big woman with the head of a sunflower, jumped up, and went out into the road.
Marpasse looked Denise over from head to foot, yet behind the rude and bold-eyed stare there was the instinctive23 good nature of a coarse, generous, vagrant24 spirit. Marpasse’s self-introduction was like a friendly slap of the hand. She spoke25 straight out, and did not stop to parley26.
“The roads might be strawed with peppercorns in this dry weather. It is hot in the sun too, on these hills.”
She glanced at Denise’s feet. The shoes were dusty and worn, with the pink toes showing. Marpasse laughed. She was a hardy27 soul, and her brown feet were like leather.
“If you are going to Guildford, you will not make the town to-night.”
“I know the road, I travelled it only a week ago.”
“God o’ me, mistress, so do I. Come in, and rest, we are two quiet women. And we have wine and no bread. If you have bread, I will strike a bargain.”
Denise looked from Marpasse to Isoult, that slip of ivory swathed in flaming red. The two women puzzled her. She had neither character nor calling to give them, but Marpasse looked buxom28, and good-tempered, and Denise had no cause to trust people who pretended to great godliness. Moreover she was very weary and very footsore, and very thirsty, as Marpasse had hinted.
The first thing she did was to give Marpasse the bag she carried.
“There is bread there,” she said, “and some apples.”
Marpasse stared, but took the bag. Isoult had crept up, and her eyes were bright and greedy. She snatched at the bag, but Marpasse caught her wrist, and gave her a slap across the cheek.
“Play fair, little cat,” said she, “I cheat no one who does not try to cheat.”
Then she turned to Denise with a laugh, her hard eyes growing suddenly soft and bright.
“Take your share, sister, and welcome,” she said, “two mouthfuls of wine for a crust of your bread. Come in. I will keep Dame Red Rose’s fingers quiet. There are worse places to sleep in than a sand-pit.”
Peaceable folk might have fought shy of these boldly coloured, and bold-eyed women, but Denise had suffered so many things at the hands of the world that she did not stand upon dignity or caution. Marpasse and Isoult puzzled her, being so gaudy29 and yet so ragged30, so broad and merry in their talk. When they had drunk wine and broken bread together, Marpasse came and sat herself at Denise’s feet. She unlaced the worn shoes, and finding blood and chafed31 skin beneath, made a noise like a clucking hen.
“You are not used to the road yet, my dear,” said she, “it is time I played the barber.”
In her blunt and practical way she pulled off Denise’s stockings, doing it gently enough, for the feet were chafed and sore.
Isoult demurred33, looking a little sullenly34 at Denise. For Isoult was fond of oiling and smoothing her black hair, and there would be no oil left for the toilet.
Marpasse took it by force.
Marpasse’s broad face was so brown and kind, and her hands so motherly, that a wet mist came into Denise’s eyes. She was astonished that the woman should take so much trouble, and was touched by her great gentleness. Isoult, who was watching, saw two tears gather in Denise’s eyes, and she started up with an angry toss of the head, and a snap of her white teeth. Marpasse, bending over Denise’s feet, saw those two tears fall on to Denise’s skirt. She looked up suddenly, and for some reason showed her roughness. Such women as Marpasse and Isoult had a ferocious36 contempt for tears.
“Bah, come now, no snivelling. I have not hurt you, don’t pretend that.”
“You have not hurt me at all. It was not that.”
“Oh, not that! Then what are you blubbering for?”
“Bah, many people are fools.”
The two women looked at each other, and Marpasse seemed to understand. She went red under her brown skin, laughed at herself contemptuously, and began to drop in the oil.
“The Black Cat has prowled away,” she said, “and the cat is a selfish beast. Now for some cool grass.”
She scrambled38 aside, and tearing grass from some of the tussocks on the bank, moulded the stuff about Denise’s feet, binding39 it in place with pieces of rag.
“You will walk easier to-morrow,” she said, smiling, “and you had better buy new hose in Guildford town.”
“Bah, if you had a beard, it might please me,” quoth Marpasse.
But from that moment she and Denise were friends.
The three of them slept that night in the sand-pit, Marpasse showing Denise how she could scoop41 a hole in the sand, and lie in comfort. And Denise slept till after the dawn had broken. When she woke, the two were packing their belongings42 into a sack.
Denise felt that they had been talking about her while she slept, for they eyed her a little curiously43, but with no cunning or distrust. Nor was Denise’s instinct at fault. “She is not one of us,” Marpasse had said, “not yet, at all events, poor baggage.” And Marpasse had looked almost pityingly at Denise, for her face was beautiful yet very sad in sleep, bathed by its auburn hair. “She has had trouble,” Marpasse had gone on to declare; “curses, I was more like that myself once.” Whereat Isoult had jeered44.
Marpasse came over, and unbound Denise’s feet, and in the doing of it, asked a few blunt questions.
“Maybe you would not be seen with us on the road?” she asked.
Denise’s brown eyes answered “why?” Marpasse looked at her and smiled.
“Where may you be going?”
This time Denise’s eyes were troubled, they had no answer.
“Nowhere, and anywhere? God o’ me. I learnt that road long ago, and a rough road it is. Come with us, if it pleases you. I am a wise crow.”
Denise looked puzzled. She liked Marpasse, and human sympathy was something, but she could make nothing either of her or of Isoult, save that Isoult had a jealous temper. They were so very gay for beggars, nor had they the air of being upon a pilgrimage.
“Perhaps you are for Canterbury?” she asked.
Marpasse sat back on her heels, and opened her mouth wide to laugh.
“No, my dear, we are not for St. Thomas’s shrine45. We are in search of service, Isoult and I. Isoult is travelling to find service in the household of some lord.”
Denise’s eyes were innocent enough as she looked at Isoult, but the girl bit her lips, and turned away. Marpasse had mastered her laughter. On the contrary she was studying Denise with a questioning frown.
Denise did not know how to answer her, and Marpasse, who was wondrous47 quick for so big a woman, picked up Denise’s shoes and began to lace them on.
“You can come with us as far as you please, my sister,” she said, “and when that body there is asleep some time, you and I can talk together. I am called Marpasse, and I am a very wicked woman, and the good priests curse me, and the bad priests curse me also, but look after me along the road. I am so wicked that I shall certainly be claimed by the devil one day. That is what I am, my dear; but a speckled apple is sometimes sweet under the skin.”
“What a good girl you were once, Marpasse!”
“I was that,” said the elder woman, looking at Denise’s feet; “men make, men break, and good women prevent the mending. That is what life has been to many.”
They set out for Guildford that morning over the blue hills where the gorse blazed, and a few solitary50 firs rose black against the sky. It was a wild country, and Denise was in wild company had she known it, for little Isoult had had blood on the knife she carried at her girdle, and Marpasse could use a heavy hand. They trudged51 on over the heathlands, Isoult walking a little ahead, sometimes humming a song, sometimes glancing back sharply and impatiently at Denise. For Marpasse took her time, remembering that Denise was footsore, and she talked to Denise freely, telling her where she was born, and how she had lived, and how she had come to the road.
“For we are beggars, my dear,” she said, “though Madame Isoult there has a red dress. We must live, and the good women turn up their noses. But good women often have sharp tongues and sour faces, and the poor men run to the mead52 butt53 and to us for comfort.”
Marpasse was so frank that she could not but doubt that Denise knew what company she was in. But Denise had taken a liking54 to Marpasse, and perhaps for that reason she did not read very clearly the truth that the woman put honestly upon her own forehead. It was not surprising that Marpasse should draw her own conclusions, yet she was sorry in her heart for Denise.
The day passed, a day of blue haze55, of blue distances, and of sunlight shimmering56 over purple hills. Bees were on the wing, humming here and there amid the gorse. At noon the women shared out the bread, wine, and apples, and Marpasse looked at Denise’s feet. It was near evening when they came over the last hill towards Guildford town, with the west a pyre of peerless gold.
Isoult, who walked ahead of the other two, turned suddenly, and waved to them, and pointed57 towards the sky line. And against the deep blue of the northern sky they saw a line of spears moving, with here and there the black dot of a man’s head. A banner was displayed at the head of the company, but neither Isoult nor Marpasse could decipher it at such a distance.
The line of spears went eastwards58 towards Guildford, and dropped slowly out of view. Denise saw that Black Isoult’s nostrils59 had dilated60 and that her eyes had the glitter seen in the eyes of a beast of prey61. She ran on ahead, light on her feet as a young lad, and they saw her stand outlined against the sky line, and then turn and wave her arm.
Below, towards the valley, dark masses of men were moving on Guildford town. The faint braying62 of the trumpets63 came up on the evening breeze. Isoult saw a part of the King’s host on the march.
She tossed her head, laughed, and spread her arms.
“The good saints have blessed us,” she said, and she looked at Denise curiously under her black brows as though searching her inmost heart.
Marpasse beamed.
“Our grey sister has brought us luck. We must keep our wits sharp to-night.”
They went on down the hill, and Isoult, walking softly and lightly as a cat, pointed out where a great baggage train lumbered64 with a crowd of people like black ants about it. Already they were pitching tents and pavilions in the meadows outside the town. The evening sunlight seemed to strike upon water, for the glitter of the King’s host was like the glitter of a river flowing in the valley. Everything looked so peaceful and minute, so orderly, and yet so human. It was like the green grass over a quagg, bright and rich at a distance, but covering rottenness beneath. Up on the hills one did not smell the sweat of the horses nor hear the men’s foul65 talk, nor see the savagery66 that was loose in their eyes.
Isoult turned, and looked sharply at Marpasse.
“Shall we try the town?”
Marpasse shook her head. Her face was hard now, and her eyes watchful67. Denise wondered at the change that had come over the two women.
“A quick bargain is a bad one,” said Marpasse, “let us bide our time, and listen. We are good enough to take our choice. I shall keep my knife in my hand to-night.”
And they went on down hill towards the camp that was being pitched about the town.
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