They were on the move while the land was still half in shadow, for Marpasse was as eager as any man to let Earl Simon know the truth about the King. Standing2 and looking back on Lewes as the dawn increased, Marpasse could gauge3 how cheaply the King and his captains held their enemy. There were Gascons too with Henry, and the Gascons should have known what manner of man they had to deal with in Earl Simon. Yet the green slopes of the downs, gleaming with dew as the golden light of the dawn began to play on them, were utterly4 deserted5. The King’s host lay snoring after its debauch6, without a single troop of horse to patrol the hills. Only on the hill that was afterwards called Mount Harry7 could Marpasse distinguish what appeared to be a solitary8 sentinel. And he, too, was lying like a grey stone on the hillside, asleep at his post while the sun made the east splendid.
Marpasse clapped her hands.
“The fools!” she said; “come, there is no time to lose. We ought to bear more yonder towards the west. They will be on the watch for us. I know of one man who will have been awake all night.”
She looked at Denise and saw her redden.
“Give him one kiss, heart of mine,” she said, “for a man fights the better with his woman’s kiss upon his mouth.”
“Then, it will be the last, Marpasse,” she retorted.
“Bah, have you had him killed already!”
“It will be the last whatever happens,” said Denise sadly. “Do you think that I would let him make so poor a bargain.”
Marpasse would have taken her to task for showing such hypersensitive self-consciousness, had not a horseman appeared above the crest9 of a low hill, and come galloping10 down into the freshness of the May morning. Marpasse looked at him as he came up, and the man’s face shone in the sunlight. He was out of the saddle, and standing by Denise, as though it was not easy for him to keep his hands from touching12 her.
None the less the may bough had a rich colour. Marpasse turned her back on them, and looked intently towards Lewes.
“Lording,” she said, “I give you while I count fifty. There is no time to lose, for the King means to fight to-day.”
Whether she wished it or not, Denise found her hands in Aymery’s. He stood and looked into her eyes, and neither of them said a word.
“Ten,” quoth Marpasse.
Aymery’s face came nearer to Denise’s.
“My desire,” he said, “if I live through it, I would have your heart for mine.”
Denise had gone red at first, but she was as white now as her shift.
“Lord,” she said, “I cannot.”
“Bah! Twenty!” called Marpasse.
Aymery’s eyes were like the pleading eyes of a dog. He remembered what Marpasse had said to him. Yet despite her vigorous counsel the great love in him made him reverent15.
“Why cannot?” he asked her simply.
She looked up at him and her eyes swam with tears.
“Because of—of the pride in me, because of all that has happened.”
“Fool, kiss her! Thirty!” murmured Marpasse.
Aymery still held Denise’s hands. Yet he was looking beyond her towards the town hazy16 with the golden mist of the morning.
“It was I who brought it on you,” he said.
He felt Denise shudder17, and the impulse mastered him, he drew her to him, and kissed her upon the mouth. She did not resist, but her mouth was cold, and her eyes troubled. Gaillard’s shadow seemed to come between them.
Aymery let go of Denise’s hands. He stood with bowed head, looking into her face.
“Whatever God wills to-day,” he said, “remember the words that I have spoken.”
“Fifty,” trilled Marpasse. “I will see to it, lording. Up on your horse, my gallant20. They are all in a drunken sleep yonder at Lewes, and there is not a man of them on the watch.”
She turned, and glanced sharply from Aymery to Denise. And the wet, passionate21 trouble in Denise’s eyes betrayed to Marpasse how things were tending. It was best to leave the tenderness to ripen22 of itself that day, for none but a woman understands a woman’s heart.
Aymery was in the saddle. His man’s face had grown tense and keen, the face of the strenuous23 fighter who puts softer things aside. And Marpasse loved him for that hawk’s look of his, and the way he spread his pinions24 to the wind.
“Simon is marching through the Newick woods,” he said; “if he can but come in time, he can seize and take the ground that pleases him.”
He looked down at Denise, and Marpasse understood the look.
“Ride, lording,” she said, “leave us to follow.”
Aymery drew his sword, and kissed the blade.
De Montfort had the news soon after dawn that May morning as his host came streaming through the woods of Newick. Sending forward a company of knights25 and men-at-arms under young De Clare and William de Monchesny, Simon followed on with the main body, climbing the narrow coombe that led to the chalk ridge27 running westwards from Lewes town. The vanguard had found Marpasse’s solitary sentinel still asleep on the hillside, and they woke him roughly, and laughed at his gaping28 and astonished face. Meanwhile the main host gained the ridge, and pouring on steadily29 in the morning sunshine, did not halt their banners till they could see the bell tower of the Priory of St. Pancras.
Simon, who had been carried in a litter through the Newick woods because of a wrenched30 tendon in the leg, mounted his horse, and rode out in front of the ranks. Standing in the stirrups he spoke19 a few brave words to hearten his men, pointed31 to the white cross he wore, and commended himself and the host to God.
“God, and the Cross,” the shout came back to him.
Some knelt, others prostrated32 themselves, with arms outspread, and kissed the earth. The King would have to fight an army of zealots that morning.
De Montfort soon had his battle in order. He divided his host into three main bodies, each holding one of the promontories33 or spurs into which the chalk ridge broke on the side towards Lewes. On the northern spur that stretched towards the castle stood the Londoners under Nicholas de Segrave. Young Gilbert de Clare had the centre, and with him were John Fitz-John and William de Monchesny and the pick of the Barons’ host. On the southern spur were De Montfort’s two sons, Guy and Henry, and with them Humphrey de Bohun and John de Burgh. Simon himself remained with the reserve, and he had called about him some of the men whom he could trust to the last blow, men whom he could weld together, and hurl34 like rock into the fight, to beat back a charge or to tear a passage. Aymery and Waleran de Monceaux were with Earl Simon, knee to knee, and speaking hardly at all. To deceive the King, De Montfort’s litter was packed with certain London merchants who had plotted against the cause, and set with the Earl’s standard on the higher ground towards the west. There also was stationed the baggage. Young William le Blund had command of the guard.
The Barons’ men, resting in their places after a nine miles’ march, and quietly making a meal, were able to watch at their leisure and to their own comfort the scurry35 and alarm in the town and Priory below. The King’s host ran to arms amid infinite confusion. Trumpets36 blew, bells rang, banners went tossing hither and thither38 like bright clothes blown abroad by the wind. Something suspiciously like a panic had seized some of the less disciplined troops camped about the Priory. Knights and captains who had scrambled40 into their battle harness, had to ride in among their men and beat courage into them with the flat of the sword. Prince Edward, who had the flower of knighthood with him in the castle, was the first to take the field. They came pouring out from the town and the castle, a gorgeous cataract41 of heavily-armed men, surcoats ablaze42, shields flashing gules and or, azure43, argent, and vert; pennons jigging44, banners aslant45 from gilded46 banner staffs. Their van curled like a brilliant billow carrying the masts of many ships, and flecked with steel for foam47. The great, grotesque48 war helmets were like the masks of strange creatures called up by a magician’s wand. Their trumpets rang out cheerily, sending a thrill through the hearts of Simon’s men. The Londoners, who faced this mass of lords and knights, and burly free-lances, began to talk too much, and to give each other orders.
Denise and Marpasse were with the baggage behind De Montfort’s standard. They had climbed into a waggon49, and could see a great part of the field stretched out before them. Dark columns were pouring up from the Priory, and Marpasse, who was watching them, caught Denise by the arm.
The whole of Simon’s host had seen it also, for a long sullen51 roar rose like that of a wave breaking upon shingle52.
“What does the red banner mean?”
“Mean!” and Marpasse bit her lips in her excitement; “death to all, no prisoners, and no quarter if the King wins. That is the song of the Red Dragon.”
Denise said nothing. Marpasse glanced at her with a sudden, sidelong stare.
“You will not grudge53 him that one kiss,” she said, “for to-night we may go a-searching for dead friends by torchlight.”
The two dragons of war were trailing their coils nearer to one another. The King’s red banner came tossing up the slope, he himself riding before it, holding his shield aloft with the lions of gold thereon.
“Simon, je vous défie!”
That was his cry that morning, a cry that his men took up, and screamed at the silent masses that watched and waited on the slopes above. The royal host was flushed now and confident, trusting in their numbers and in the great lords whose banners blew everywhere.
Edward the Prince was the firebrand that morning. He was pricking54 his horse to and fro like a mad boy, and his lips were bloody55 under his great helmet. For he had the Londoners before him, those Londoners who had thrown offal and foul56 words at his mother. The son had taken a vow57 to wipe out those words with blood.
Trumpets rang out on the King’s right. Edward threw his spear into the air, caught it, and stood up in the stirrups.
“Death to the dogs! At the gallop, sirs, come.”
He was away, a splendid and furious figure, with many thousand horses trampling58 at his heels. The iron ranks roared, and rocked and thundered. Those who watched saw a tossing sea of horses’ heads, a whirl of hoofs59 tearing the grass, a mist of slanted60 spears, a confusion of grotesque heads bending behind painted shields. The mass plunged61 in on the Londoners like a rock that falls with a deep sob62 into the sea. There was no submerging of that mass of steel, and flesh, and leather. It went in and through as a fire leaps through dry corn, terrible in its red ruin, unquenchable and splendid.
Marpasse, on her waggon, caught her breath, and held it. Simon’s left wing was wavering. Its spears went down in long swathes, and did not rise again. Black puffs63 of panic started out from the rear of the shaken mass, and spread like smoke over the green hillside.
“The Londoners have had enough! The fools always suffered from too much tongue. Dirty dogs, run, run, the devil is at your heels.”
She had hold of Denise’s arm, and Denise drew her breath in with a short, sharp sound, for Marpasse’s nails had made blood marks under the skin. But Marpasse never so much as noticed that she had hurt Denise. Her heart was a man’s heart as she watched the Earl’s left wing streaming away in rout64 with the mailed knights and men-at-arms scudding65 through it, and spearing the burghers as they ran. Away down the slope of Offham Hill, and across the level towards Hamsey and Barcombe went the tide of slaughter66. The flying Londoners trailed a fatal lure67 for Edward the Prince that morning. The paradox68 proved true in the main, that by running away they won Earl Simon the battle, for Edward hunted them for a league and a half, wiping out the insults they had thrown at his mother. And while he trampled69 the Londoners into the grass, and drove many of them into the river, Earl Simon won the battle of Lewes, and taught Prince Edward a lesson in the self-restraint of war.
The reckless assurance that possessed70 the King’s army betrayed itself in an incident that followed the routing of Simon’s left wing. A crowd of women had followed on the heels of Edward’s lords and gentlemen, their lovers of the night before. The women had come out prepared to enjoy the battle as a spectacle, and perhaps to gain their share of the plunder71. Some of them were mounted on mules72 and palfreys, others went on foot. And no sooner had the Londoners been driven off the field than these bona-robas came laughing and shouting up the hill, waving their kerchiefs and making a great to do. Most of them followed in the track of Prince Edward’s victorious73 banners, though a few spread themselves abroad to plunder the dead.
Marpasse and Denise had a distant view of all that happened after the flight of the Londoners down Offham Hill. They saw the massive centres of the two hosts come to grips, and stand like two bulls with locked horns, neither able to budge74 the other. Then Earl Simon’s genius gleamed out. Reinforcing his right wing with the reserve, he fell upon the left of the royal army under Richard, King of the Romans, crushed and scattered75 it in rout. Turning, he fell furiously with his flushed troops on the exposed flank of the King’s centre, broke through their ranks, and gave Gloucester’s men their opportunity.
From that wild mêlée the royal centre streamed away like ragged76 clouds driven by the wind. The green hillsides were covered with savage77 and furious figures, charging, and counter-charging with a riot of colour and glittering harness that sank slowly towards Lewes town. Henry, who had had his horse killed under him, and was wounded, was dragged away in the thick of a knot of desperate men, and carried off at a gallop to the Priory of St. Pancras. The battle was over as a struggle between two great masses of men. It dwindled78 into a series of scattered episodes, and of wild scuffles that rose suddenly like small dust storms, and then dispersed79. A few of the sturdier spirits fought it out before they surrendered, happier in their valour than the King of the Romans who took refuge in a windmill and was besieged80 by a mocking and exultant81 mob till he delivered up his sword to Sir John de Befs. The fighting flowed in scattered trickles82 down to Lewes town, the west gate was taken by assault, though the King’s men held out in the castle and in the Priory of St. Pancras.
Now those about De Montfort’s standard were so taken up with watching the rout of the King’s army that they were caught open-mouthed when one of the last episodes burst on them like a thunderclap. There was a shout, the scream of a trumpet37, a quivering of the earth under the thundering hoofs of galloping cavalry83. Prince Edward was riding back from the slaughter of the Londoners, assuming the battle won, having spent precious hours in hunting down mere84 lads amid the windings85 of the Ouse. He and his men burst in among the waggons86 and the baggage, hot and bloody, their horses covered with sweat. And since Simon’s standard and litter were there, they thought they had him in their hands.
Young William le Blund was cut down under De Montfort’s banner, and his men slain87 and scattered. The servants and camp-followers fluttered and flew like frightened chickens in a farmyard. De Montfort’s litter was overturned, and the London merchants dragged out by the heels, and put to the sword despite their babblings and their protestations. It was shouted abroad that Simon was hiding somewhere amid the baggage, and the camp was turned into chaos88, men tearing the loads out of the waggons, thrusting their swords into trusses of fodder89, yelping90 like dogs about a fox’s hole. The women who had followed them shared in the scramble39. And since that traitor91 Simon was not to be found, the whole rout took to plundering92 the baggage, not troubling to discover that the battle had been lost down by Lewes town.
Marpasse had dragged Denise out of the empty waggon, and set to at once to pull bales out of a cart.
“Play the game.”
“Play the game. Swear, curse, be one of them.”
Denise fell to, and helped Marpasse. The big woman had whipped out her knife, and slit94 the sacking of the bale she had dragged down over the tail board. The bale contained nothing more than rolls of white cloth.
She seized Denise by the wrist, and dragged her off as though to hunt for richer spoil. But in the thick of the scramble she ran against the chest of a white horse that came out from behind one of the waggons. Marpasse saved herself by holding to Denise.
The rider on the white horse broke into a shout of laughter.
“Great, fat sheep, where are you running?”
And Marpasse stood open-mouthed, for it was Isoult, Isoult in a man’s hauberk, and red surcoat, her black hair bundled up under a steel cap.
“Black cat!”
Isoult reached down, caught Marpasse by the cloak, drew her in, and kissed her.
“You big brown devil, how I love the smell of you. And sister Denise, too, with all the fun of the fair.”
She tossed her head and laughed, and shouted to a knight26 on horseback who was watching his men scrambling98 over a coffer full of plate.
“Lording, come you here. I have found your red head for you. Though you will not be wanting her now, unless you would like a touch of my knife.”
The knight turned in the saddle; he had taken off his great helmet, both Denise and Marpasse knew him at the first glance.
“Gaillard!”
Marpasse took Denise by the hand, and kept very close to Isoult’s white horse.
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| n.似乎矛盾却正确的说法；自相矛盾的人(物) | |
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| adj.野蛮的；凶恶的，残暴的；n.未开化的人 | |
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cavalry
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| n.骑兵；轻装甲部队 | |
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chaos
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traitor
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uproar
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