But Simon had not forgotten to look for the return of the Prince. He had gathered the pick of his knights2 and men-at-arms together, and when they brought him news of the plundering3 of his camp, he smiled and bided5 his time. Steady and motionless, a mass of steel half hidden by a rise in the ground, De Montfort’s cavalry6 waited in the evening light for the coming of the Prince.
And a riotous7 and disordered troop it was that marched back towards Lewes after plundering the Barons’ camp. Edward and his lords seemed to have accepted their victory as assured, and never doubted but that the White Cross had been trodden into the dust. The scene that stretched before them, flooded by the evening sunlight, was deceptive8 in the extreme. De Warenne’s banner still flew from the castle, and that of the King from the bell tower of St. Pancras. There were scattered9 bodies of armed men moving over the slopes and about the town, and the dead strewing10 the field made no confession11 of victory or defeat.
It was then that the most tragic12 thing of the day happened, for the mob of fighting men under the Prince, marching as they pleased, had some hundreds of women mingled13 with them, unfortunates who had thought of nothing but making a joyous14 night of it after the great victory, and the plunder4 that they had won. De Montfort’s mass of knights and men-at-arms, rising suddenly like a grey sea out of the twilight15, came on at a gallop16, fresh and lusty after a long rest. Isoult was one of those gay queans, riding with Gaillard’s arm about her, chattering17 and laughing to keep her man amused. Following these two, half as comrades, half as prisoners, came Denise and Marpasse, mounted upon cart-horses, that had been taken from the Barons’ camp. Luckily for them they were in the rear of Prince Edward’s host or they would have been trampled18 down at the first charge, as were many of the women.
Marpasse and Denise were riding close together, watching Gaillard as sheep might watch a dangerous dog, and waiting their chance to break away in the gathering19 darkness. Although he had an arm about Isoult’s body, Gaillard’s eyes wandered round towards Denise, stealing half-furtive glances at her, as though he were already tired of Isoult, and suffered his passions to embrace a contrast. Marpasse saw how it was with Gaillard, and hated him for Denise’s sake, and because she could tell what manner of man he was, insolent20, lustful21, ever ready to throw aside things that had sated him. He was like a great lean spider with his long legs and his sinewy22 arms, and Marpasse could have stabbed him for the way he held Isoult.
They were crowded together, and Marpasse and Denise saw nothing of the storm that was tearing down upon the Prince’s following. A strange silence fell suddenly on that mass of humanity, broken here and there by a loud and querulous cry. A moment ago there had been nothing but singing, shouting, and coarse jests.
A shudder23 seemed to pass through the whole mob. It wavered, stood still, swayed to and fro. Marpasse heard women shrieking24. Then a roar of voices rose, the furious voices of men caught at a disadvantage with death rushing upon them like a flood. Utter confusion spread, trumpets25 screaming like frightened beasts, spears swaying this way and that. Then the shock came. The bodies of men were thrown in the air like stones torn from a sea wall by a furious wave.
Marpasse saw Gaillard rise in his stirrups, draw his sword, and turn a bleak26, wolf-like profile towards them. He caught his battle helmet from the saddle bow, dipped his head into it, and came up a grotesque27 monster with a face like a gaping28 frog. Marpasse had a vision of sloped spears pouring down on them through the golden haze29 of the evening. Then chaos30 seemed to come again, and the world crumbled31 with the rushing of many waters and the rending32 of solid rock.
Marpasse had a glimpse of Denise clinging to her horse that had reared in terror. Gaillard had left Isoult, and was trying to clear a path with his sword, making his horse swerve33 to and fro in the press. Then Marpasse had no sense left in her, but the sense of falling, of being thrown hither and thither34, of being trampled on and hurt. A horse crashed to the ground close to her and lay still, and with the blind instinct of the moment, Marpasse flung herself down and huddled35 close under the beast’s body as an Arab shelters behind a camel when a dust storm sweeps the desert. Yet with swiftness and tumult36 and fierce anguish37 the storm passed, and was gone. Marpasse found herself peering up over the horse’s body, and looking at a splendid sky against which dark figures struggled together as on the edge of an abyss.
Marpasse scrambled38 up, wondering how she had come out of the storm so easily, and stood and stared stupidly about her, dazed for the moment by the violence of it all. A tempest of horsemen was rolling away over the hillside like a grey cloud curling over a mountain. Broken bodies lay everywhere, some still squirming like worms that have been trodden under foot; others motionless, contorted, and grotesque, like bodies thrown at random39 from a high tower. And where life and noise and movement had been but a few minutes before, a slow silence seemed to ooze40 in and to stagnate41 under the melancholy42 of the coming night.
Marpasse’s wits came back to her, and she looked round for any sign of those who had been with her a few moments ago. Gaillard had gone, Denise also, like people swept off a rock by an ocean wave.
Looking about her, Marpasse saw a white horse lying dead upon the hillside, and something that moved half under and half beside it, with the whimpering cry of a child. Marpasse stumbled forward, for one foot had been bruised43, and found Death sitting upon the carcase of the white horse. Isoult lay there with the beast’s body upon her legs, and her back broken. She could stretch out her hands to Marpasse, with a shuddering44 spasm45 of cursing that was piteous and futile46.
“Curse Simon, and his bulls, curse Gaillard, the great coward! I am done for, and this white hog47, this devil’s bitch lies on my legs like a rock. Hold off, great fool. Do I want to be pulled about when my back’s broken, and my ribs48 are pricking49 my liver.”
Marpasse tried to drag her clear of the horse, but Isoult’s screams and curses sobered her. She saw that Isoult was near her end, crushed like a wild cat in the steel jaws51 of a trap. The girl, too, had the spiteful valour of a cat, and pushed Marpasse’s hands away when she tried to fondle her.
“None of your spittle,” she said, biting her lips with the anguish in her; “it is jolly, I tell you, to be trampled into the dirt! Just the sort of end I was made for. Who cares? Oh, yes, I shall go straight to hell.”
She chattered52 on at random, laughing, sneering53, and biting her lips. Marpasse sat by her, her heart full of inarticulate and half-angry pity.
“What are you sitting there for, great fool? There is that red-headed Denise of yours; you left me for her; I know, Gaillard told me the story. Oh yes, you had what you wanted, Messire Gaillard, you held me in your arms, devil; you saw me trampled on, and rode after the red head. God curse you, my Gaillard, you bundle of burning straw in a body of clay. Tell me, Marpasse, are not we women accursed fools?”
She began to curse Gaillard bitterly under her breath. Marpasse saw a change come over her, for she seemed to grow thinner and greyer in the dusk. A great sob50 gathered in Marpasse’s throat. She fell a-weeping, and hung dearly over Isoult.
“There, child, what does it avail? Lie in my arms now, and fall asleep.”
Isoult ceased her cursing suddenly, and shuddered54 a little as she felt Marpasse’s tears falling upon her face. Her black eyes became dark, and very wistful.
“What are you weeping for, great fool?”
Marpasse hung over her, and smoothed her hair.
“You were a little slip of a thing when we first were friends,” she said, “and you often slept in my bosom55. We had rough days and rough weather together. All the roads were rough for us, and so is the last track.”
Isoult lay very still, though her cold hands crept up, and rested in the warmth between Marpasse’s breasts. She grew very grey and feeble, and blood came into her mouth. Isoult spat56 it out, and looked up at Marpasse.
“What a fool of a world,” she said hoarsely57; “but if I could work a miracle, I would just mend you, and set you on your feet. And if God and His saints are harder hearted, let them keep their pride, I would rather sup with the devil.”
Isoult gave a great sigh.
“How could I help it all,” she said; “I was branded when I was born, and I was no man’s child. No one ever taught me prayers, or fed me on white bread. And when I was kicked, I learnt to scratch back.”
Marpasse lay down beside her, and in a little while the end came. Nor did Isoult die easily, but with pain and revolt, and blood choking her throat. Marpasse put her arms about her, and held her till she died. And with the passing of Isoult’s spirit, something seemed to break in the heart of Marpasse.
The dusk deepened, and the living woman was sitting there with her head between her hands, and staring at the dead woman’s face, when a gaunt man in the dress of a priest came by, and seeing them, turned aside. He had a wooden cross in his hand, an axe58 thrust into his girdle, and a buckler at his back. If Grimbald had served the White Cross with his axe that day down amid the windings59 of the Ouse, he had put the iron aside now, and taken to compassion60.
“Peace, sister,” he said.
Marpasse jumped up and looked Grimbald over in the dusk. Her glance lighted on his cross.
“What is the use of that,” she said; “bah, take it away, my brother!”
“See, there, what has God to say to such a thing? When we are born in a ditch, and kept in a ditch, and kicked into a ditch at the end, what has the Cross to do with it?”
Grimbald knelt down quite solemnly, and looked at Isoult.
“What a child! Who said that she had sinned, sister?”
“We have stones thrown at us. We are too black for the good folk to soil their hands in washing us.”
Grimbald turned his face to her, and his eyes shone.
“The Lord said ‘let those who are without sin cast the first stone.’ What do you make of those words, sister?”
“That the devil must put his tongue in his cheek when the good people go to church,” said Marpasse.
Grimbald got up, and went and stood in front of Marpasse. They looked each other in the eyes like two sturdy souls sure of hearing the truth.
“Do you see her in eternal flames, sister?” asked the man.
“On my oath, I do not. The child had good in her, when people did not thrust thorns into her face.”
Grimbald nodded his head solemnly.
“I would have the flaying64 of all hypocrites,” he said, “as for such lives, I would mend them in heaven.”
“You will put up a prayer, Father. I have money.”
“Will my tongue do any better for the stuff! Help me to pull the child away. We can find her a clean grave somewhere. As for my prayers, God knows the ways of the world.”
Marpasse had an impetuous heart. She took Grimbald by the girdle.
“I could kiss that mouth of yours, Father,” she said, “because it talks out straight, and is the mouth of a man.”
The river Ouse took toll66 that evening from the King’s host, drawing many a rider into its deeps, while the bogs67 and the morasses68 opened their slimy mouths for food. The Prince had saved a portion of his following from the rout upon the hillside, and breaking away he found the west gate of Lewes held against him, and was compelled to gallop round the town to join the King at the Priory of St. Pancras. The greater number of the royalist leaders had fled, riding for the castle of Pevensey, whence they could cross into France. The King’s brothers, William de Valence and Guy de Lusignan, were galloping69 for their lives, and with them a crowd of adventurers and free-lances who knew that they would be hanged on the forest trees if the country folk could lay their hands on them. Hugh Bigot and Earl de Warenne were with the fugitives70. The King of the Romans and his son, the Scotch71 nobles, many English lords, and a crowd of lesser72 men had been taken by Earl Simon.
Meanwhile Denise had been saved by the terror of her horse from being trampled and crushed like Black Isoult. The beast had broken through, and fled at a gallop, with Denise lying out like a child along his neck. There were other horses galloping about her, some with riders, many with empty saddles, and one common instinct seemed to shepherd the beasts together, so that Denise found herself swept along in the thick of the herd73.
Lying upon her nag74’s neck, with her cheek laid against the coarse coat, and her hair blowing in the wind, Denise became conscious at last of a black horse galloping beside hers, stride for stride. At first she saw only the beast’s head with its red nostrils75, and ill-tempered ears laid back, and the whites of its eyes showing. Then a man’s figure drew into view, and she had a glimpse of a blue surcoat with a blur76 of gold thereon, and a great iron helmet that gaped77 like a frog. Denise was no longer a piece of wreckage78 carried along in the thick of the flood. The black horse seemed to know his master’s mind, and began to guide Denise’s nag as one beast will guide and rule another.
The man, who had been sitting stiffly in the saddle, bent79 forward and caught the trailing halter of Denise’s horse.
“Hold fast, Sanctissima,” he said, “we shall soon be out of the mill race.”
Denise knew that it was Gaillard, but fate carried her at the gallop, and she was too conscious of the wind in her ears and the way the ground rushed under her.
“If I can save you a broken neck,” he went on, shouting the words through the black cleft80 in the great helmet, “I shall deserve your forgiveness. The fools yonder are rushing like a drove of pigs for the river. They will drown one another. We will take our own road.”
Denise felt like one falling and falling in a dream. There was no end to it, and she had not enough breath in her to feel the finer, spiritual fear. It was impossible to so much as think in the rush and welter of all those flying, thundering shapes. Her body was taken up with holding to the body of her horse.
They drew clear of the main torrent81 at last, and went cantering in the dusk over the rolling grassland82. Gaillard was sitting straight in the saddle, and watching a gush83 of flame that had leapt up over Lewes town. The King’s men who still held the castle, had thrown springalds of fire down upon the houses, setting the thatch84 ablaze85 so that the houses should not cover Simon’s men who were crowding to the assault. The glare of the burning town seemed an echo from the red sunset above the western hills. A distant uproar86 rose into the twilight, though the summits of the downs were solemn and still. Denise felt her horse slacken under her now that they had turned aside from the rush of the pursuit.
The power to think and to feel came back to her. She escaped from the chaos of things to a consciousness of self, and of that other self beside her. The blind life-instinct that had carried her over the hills into the twilight, gave place to a quick, spiritual dread87 of the man at her side. She had not seen Gaillard desert Isoult, and leave the girl to be trampled under foot. But her own being had a passionate88 loathing89 for the man, a loathing so great that it tempted90 her to throw herself from her horse. Her broken and unconscious body would be nothing to Gaillard, and he would leave her as a drunkard would leave a broken and empty jar.
Gaillard, alert and masterful, reined91 in suddenly as though to listen. He had caught some sound following them out of the dusk, but the trampling92 of their own horses had smothered93 it, and robbed it of significance. Gaillard kept his hold of the halter of Denise’s horse, and towered over her as he turned in the saddle to look back.
The ridge94 of a hill ran bleak and sharp against a stretch of yellow sky. And outlined against this streak95 of gold came the figure of a man riding a black horse. He was not two hundred paces away, and Gaillard saw him shake his sword.
Denise also saw that solitary96 rider black against the sunset, and the heart leapt in her, and beat more quickly.
Gaillard kicked in the spurs, dragging Denise’s rough nag after him.
“Hold fast,” he said, “if that fellow is after us, he will not rob a Gascon of his supper.”
They were galloping again, rushing on into a vague and dolorous97 dusk. The wind swept Denise’s hair, and once a shout followed after them, but Gaillard kept her horse at the gallop, and Denise was at the mercy of the two strong beasts, and of that yet stronger beast, man. A streak of dull silver parted the darkness in front of them. Before Denise had understood the nature of the thing before them, water was splashed over her, and their horses were swimming the river.
Gaillard had not spoken a word. When they were out of the muddy shallows and on the firm ground beyond, he reined in, turned the horses, and looked back over the river. An indistinct figure loomed98 out of the dusk with a scamper99 of hoofs100, and the heavy breathing of a hard-ridden horse.
Gaillard had drawn101 his sword. He lifted his helmet, and putting it on the point of his sword, stood in the stirrups, holding sword and helmet high above his head. Denise was near enough to see his face in the dusk. It was half fierce, and half amused, yet wholly confident, the face of a strong man and a libertine102 whose strength made him take a bully’s joy in cheating weaker men of their women.
“Hallo, there!”
The pursuer had drawn in on the farther bank, with his horse’s hoofs sucking the spongy grass.
“Keep over there, my friend, if you value a sound skull103. I am not to be meddled104 with when I ride with a gay lady.”
There was a splashing of hoofs in the shallows, and a voice came over the river.
“Denise!” it said, “is it Denise, yonder?”
Gaillard looked down at her, and opened his mouth scoffingly105 when she answered the man’s call.
“Hallo, Golden-head, you would have a lover in your lap, eh! We will see to it to-night, my desire. I promise you it shall not be the fool yonder.”
The water had broken into fresh ripples106 that came lapping among the sedges. Aymery’s horse was swimming the river.
Gaillard dropped his great helmet on to his shoulders, and holding the halter in the same big hand as held his sword, turned the horses, and rode off so close to Denise that his knee touched hers.
“Grace before meat,” he said, laughing under his helmet, “your man is probably clumsy enough. I know how to deal with such a windmill.”
He dragged Denise’s horse to a canter, and turning in the saddle, saw Aymery floundering up through the crackling shadows.
“Some people are in a great hurry to get to heaven,” said Gaillard; “it is a pity, Sanctissima, that you have such a head of hair, and such a body. They are things that make a man cut other men’s throats.”
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