The terror was abroad, such terror as had not possessed1 the land since the days of the Black Death.
Fulk, tramping it, with an oak cudgel over his shoulder and his face set like a stone towards London Town, saw nothing but empty fields and great woods that seemed to smother2 the land in silence. He kept to the open country, his forest instinct standing4 him in good stead, and once only did he go down into a village to beg or seize bread for his belly5. He found only women, children, and old men there, for all the labourers were on the road to London. The women fell upon him like a crowd of wild cats, and he was forced to clear himself with ungallant sweeps of his cudgel.
“A gentle, a gentle, by the cock of his chin!”
And since his club kept them at a distance they pelted7 him out of the village with stones and broken potsherds, and Fulk got no bread that morning.
He was sore within, most devilish sore, and full of the wrath8 of a strong man in pain. He heard Isoult’s voice singing, and the lips that were dead tormented9 him. His humility10 towards the thought of her contrasted with his fierce desire to fly at the throat of this Blatant11 Beast that went bellowing12 through the countryside.
He was hungry and in need of a horse to carry his wrath more swiftly, and chance served him before the day was out. Coming upon a solitary13 manor-house, half hidden by woods at the end of a meadow, Fulk adventured thither14 to find a horse in the stable, food in the larder15, but also two hairy men eating and drinking like lords at the high table. The folk had fled to the woods, and the men in the hall were two of the Commons of England, guzzling16 and laying light fingers on anything that could be stolen.
One was a swineherd, the other a tiler, and being two to one, and Fulk no labourer in looks and dress, they showed a bullying17 valour, and fell upon him together. All Fulk’s fury took its outlet18. He left both of them flat on the floor, helped himself to the wine and food, and was cheered by finding some rusty19 harness and a sword in an oak chest in the cellar. The horse in the stable would have carried the two boors20, so Fulk had no qualms21 over saving him from such a fate. He saddled and bridled22 the beast, and rode on till the darkness made him call a halt.
Fulk passed the night in a wood, trying to sleep and making no great success of it. The ground was hard under him, and his heart sore within. Not for a moment could he get the dead woman out of his thoughts. She was in the darkness about him, in the rustling24 of the leaves, in the stars overhead, in the scent25 of the fern. He turned from side to side, his brain on fire with a restless and compassionate26 grieving for Isoult of the Rose.
It was on the morning of the second day that Fulk came within sight of the Thames. At dawn he had started over the great chalk-hills with their beech27 woods hanging in a glimmer28 of golden light, and had seen the river country, dim and blue under the northern sky. A skull-faced old priest whom he had met riding on an ass23 along a sheep-track, had pointed29 him out the way.
“Cross the river west of London, my son,” he had said, “for they tell me the southern roads that lead to London Bridge are full of the mob. God have pity on the fools! Peace, and a safe passage to you.”
As for peace, it was the very last thing that Fulk desired, but he meant to know how much truth there had been in Merlin’s words, and a wholesome30 curiosity possessed him. Moreover, the lords and the gentry31 would be gathering32 about the King; it was at the White Tower that swords were needed, and men to teach the rabble33 of the fields that there was rhyme and reason in the pride of the sword.
So about seven of the clock Fulk rode down into the river country where the lush green June mocked the lover in him. His eyes saw blood upon the grass, and the shining meadows all white and gold with flowers. Here was a dream country, a lover’s land fit for idleness and laughter, yet even the splendid summer stillness of the trees filled him with a measure of scorn. Bare woods, a whistling wind, and a flaming sunset, and brown men to be galloped34 after over leaves and mud! That was his mood, whereas, here, by the river, he saw herons flapping peacefully over the meadows, and the whole land seemed full of succulent green life, with poplars that pricked35 the blue, and willows36 trailing their branches in mysterious and secret waters. Reeds and sedges laughed and rustled37, and he caught the thunder of weirs38 and mill-races. It was dewy, languorous39, full of slow and glimmering40 delight, but for such a peaceful picture Fulk had no use at all.
As he rode through Kingston towards the ford41, he saw that nearly all the houses had their doors and windows barred and shuttered. The road was deserted42 save for a few hens pecking at garbage, and sparrows bathing in the dust. Fulk might have ridden naked past the houses, and no one would have taken offence. The morning sun blazed on the thatched roofs, the black beams and white plaster, but gossip seemed dead, and the tongues of the old women silent.
Fulk rode down to the ford, and reined43 in abruptly44, with his horse’s fore3 feet in the water. Out of a grove45 of poplars lining46 the farther road came a jigging47 of pennons and a glittering of steel, with dust flying like smoke from the hoofs48 of horses at the trot49, and a whirl of colour amid the green. Fulk saw it to be a company of some fifty spears led by a knight50 on a towering black horse, a knight who rode in full battle harness, save that his head was covered by a red velvet51 cap. The whole glittering, clangorous, many-coloured mass came to a halt in the roadway, the spears standing straight and close together, the dust still making a mist about them in the sunlight.
Fulk’s heart grew big in him, and his eyes shone. Here was the grim splendour of the sword out on a summer morning, and his nostrils52 quivered as he pushed forward into the stream.
He was a third of the way across when the knight of the red velvet cap kicked his heels into the flanks of his black horse and came splashing into the shallows. He of the red cap had the face of a great captain—haughty53, shrewd, iron about the mouth, with blue eyes that looked straight and far, eyes that could strike like a sword. Fulk felt the man’s eyes on him as they splashed through the water towards each other; moreover, as they drew nearer he saw something like astonishment54 gather on the other’s face like a dazzle of sunlight on a shield.
They met, and reined in in the midst of the stream, the knight on the black horse bending forward slightly in the saddle. His eyes seemed to wait, and to wonder, and his iron mouth remained shut like a trap.
“The grace of God to you, sir. I have seen nothing but brown villeins for the last ten days.”
The knight still stared and said nothing, sitting stiffly in the saddle.
Suddenly he opened his mouth as though his astonishment could hold back no longer.
“By the tail of the devil, my friend, who are you?”
Fulk was on the alert.
“The Duke of Lancaster’s Riding Forester, the son of Roger Ferrers.”
“Roger Ferrers’ son!”—and he spoke57 as though talking to prove to himself that he was awake—“Roger Ferrers’ son! Have I eyes in my head or not? Look you, my friend, have you heard the name of Sir Robert Knollys?”
“Surely.”
“I am he. Come close in, your knee to mine.”
Fulk edged his horse closer, and he of the red cap sat and stared at him, and at every part of him from eyebrows to hands. He traced every line, every trick of the body, and the more he looked the more he seemed to marvel58.
“Monstrous! You have steady eyes, young man.”
“And an easy conscience!”
“Come, tell me now, Master Ferrers, whither do you ride, and for what purpose?”
“I ride nowhere, and I keep my own counsel.”
“Tsst, no fencing with me. I am to be trusted.”
“To be honest with you, sir, I have had to run for my life from certain people who were for making me dance like a doll on a wire.”
“And how was the doll to be dressed?”
“In a King’s robes, and with a crown on its head.”
He saw Knollys’ eyes flash and harden.
Fulk told him the tale that Merlin had poured into his ears, and Robert Knollys listened, never moving his eyes from Fulk’s face. Their horses stood shoulder to shoulder, with the water washing under their bellies61, while the armed men on the northern bank wondered why their captain tarried so long at the ford.
“The ruffian priest! And the woman saved ye, and lost her own life? That was bravely done. But look you, my friend; the truth’s writ62 on you in flesh and blood. You are as like the King as one bean is like another, save—this in your ear—you have something the King lacks. I judge a man by his eyes. How old are you?”
“Turned twenty.”
“And old at that. Let me think, let me think.”
He laid his right hand on Fulk’s shoulder, and, leaning forward, looked into his eyes.
“I loved the Black Prince, and I have lain across the door of his tent at night. In the French wars we were brothers in arms, and, by God! you have his eyes, the set of his head, the very turn of his shoulders. It’s damnable, marvellous!”
“The King is but fifteen, and you some five years older, yet you might pass, before a crowd, for the King. That friar had quick wits! What a devil’s game, with half the country in a panic and the other half foaming64 like a dog gone mad. Lancaster in Scotland, Woodstock in Wales, half our best knights65 sailed or sailing for Spain! Fulk Ferrers, has no man ever whispered this tale to you before?”
Fulk had no need to shirk the other’s eyes.
“Never a word. I have lived the forest life.”
“Who knows the truth? She—who——! Damnation, it was her splendour to mate with such a man, and no shame.”
He turned his head, and stared at the water running past, his hand still on Fulk’s shoulder.
“If we had but such a Prince! Bah! what am I saying?”
His eyes flashed up to Fulk’s.
“Come now, what’s in your heart? Out with it. If you are the son of your father you will be gallant6 and generous.”
“I swear troth to the King. Let men call me a bastard66 if it pleases them; there is good blood in me.”
“Am I to trust you?”
“As you trusted the Prince.”
“That carries! But, by my honour, we are in the thick of crooked67 happenings. A boy King, and the rabble rushing to make a Jumping Jack68 of him, and he none too stiff in his knees! You see—I trust you. We rode out here to see if any of this scum had crossed the river. I see no other way but to take you back with us.”
“I ask nothing better than to follow Robert Knollys.”
They had taken each other’s measure, and they gripped hands.
“I am to trust Robert Knollys, as he trusts in me.”
“Take my oath on it.”
“It is given and taken.”
The elder man thought a moment.
“Lad, no one yet must see your face.”
He turned in the saddle and shouted to a squire69 who was waiting with his pennon on the northern bank.
“Fitzurse—hey!”
“Sir?”
“Leave my helmet on the grass. Tell my gentlemen to ride back straight to the city. I follow—with a friend.”
He and Fulk waited, sitting their horses in the midst of the river, while the company of spears turned and rode off with a churning of dust into the aspen wood. The thunder of the horses’ hoofs had nearly died away before Knollys stirred.
“Come.”
They splashed through to the northern bank together. A vizored bassinet lay on the grass beside the road, and Knollys pointed to it, and glanced meaningly at Fulk.
As they rode towards the city through the fields and orchards73, Knollys desired to hear Fulk’s adventures and all that he could tell him of the temper of the rebels in the south, and he in turn was frank with Fulk, unbarring his thoughts to him as to a comrade in arms.
“No such thing as this would have happened,” said he, “with the sire or the grandsire ruling. There is no master, and the country has lost its wits, every man cowering74 in a corner and afraid to utter one bold word for fear of a cutthroat.”
“Where are the great lords and their people?”
“Man, I know not! The King can count on no more than five hundred spears in London, and the city scum is said to be with the rebels. The country is besotted with apathy75 and fear. Never in my life have I seen such poltroonery—the men who should be in the saddle turned to a crowd of old women. I am asking myself whether this can be the England that sent our armies to trample76 upon France.”
His haughty and scornful seriousness was not to be questioned, and Fulk felt that the case was desperate when such a man looked gloomy.
“It is those who stand between him and the ‘Jacks78’ who are likely to be in peril. There are wrongs to be righted—who doubts it?—but the shipmaster must rule the ship. The Jacks in France were very near overturning a kingdom.”
“I thought to find a great host of the lords and gentles in London.”
“A few old pantaloons in the Tower. I promise you I would not stake a groat on half of us having our heads upon our shoulders this time next month.”
They passed a group of the common people standing outside an alehouse, and some of them jeered79 and put out their tongues like children. One fellow ran about on all fours, howled, and lifted up a leg. Another had a dead cat, which he held up by a thong80 fastened to its neck. He shouted, and jigged81 the dead cat up and down: “Ha! John of Gaunt dancing on a rope!” Knollys rode by as though they were dirt in the gutter82, but his eyes were the eyes of a leopard59.
“Honest mud in the wrong place, friend Fulk. Many of these fellows are good lads when not in the wolf pack.”
He stared into the distance.
“If death could give us back the father for one week! But with this boy, and a few old women round him! Lancaster would be useless, even were he not parleying with the Scots. The people hate him like poison. Never breathe it that you are John of Gaunt’s man, if you are taken.”
“There must be good men somewhere.”
“Faith, what are a few beacons83 when the whole country is burning? I tell you it needs a comet in the sky to master these mad peasants. Fate lies with the King.”
“If he is the son of his father——”
“If, if! That’s where the devil’s laugh comes in!”
The dust of Knollys’ company of spears drifted eastwards84 before them, and hung like a haze85 among the elm trees beside the road. The silver loops of the river came and went, until the towers of Westminster rose from among the orchards, fields, and gardens. A great silence held everywhere, and even as they rode towards Ludgate past the great houses on the river bank and John of Gaunt’s palace of the Savoy, the people who loitered thereabout looked mute, and sullen86, and watchful87. The purple edge of a thundercloud was looming88 up over the city, deepening every patch of colour in the streets, and making the vanes and steeples shine like gold. The air was close and ominous89, like the spirit of the people.
As they passed the Savoy, Knollys cocked a thumb at it.
“See your duke’s house. I’d not give a penny for it if those wolves cross the river.”
Fulk had a need of silence, for his head was like a skin full of new wine. All was strange, and vast, intricate, and grotesque90 to him, and the great city itself was like a forest with its spires91 and towers and gables and narrow winding92 ways. It was a world of new sights, new sounds, new smells, new colours. He looked at the houses and the people through the bars of the vizor, and felt a strange unrest stirring in him, a yearning93 to play a mighty94 part, to strike some blow that should make all these heedless and unfamiliar95 faces gape96 and stare. The pride of mastery cried in his blood—the cry of a heritage that yearned97 in him.
They saw the spears ahead of them winding through Ludgate with the clangour of iron-shod hoofs on the cobbles. A trumpet98 blared, and people crowded out of courts and alleys99 to see Knollys’ war-dogs ride past. To Fulk these people were like sheep crowding at gaps in a hedge. The trumpet’s cry wailed100 for a something that England lacked, a voice like a trumpet’s cry and the mien101 of a lord.
They came to Knollys’ lodging102, and by noon Fulk found himself in a little attic103 under the tiles, with thunder rumbling104 overhead. The window looked out over roofs and gables through a sheet of drenching105 rain that glimmered106 when the lightning flashed. There was food and wine, and a truckle bed in the room, and the door was barred on the inner side.
Knollys had left him there to the thunderstorm and his own thoughts.
“Let the sword lie hid in the sheath,” he had said; “trust me, good lad. Perhaps I have dreamed a dream!”
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gutter
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looming
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lodging
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