Sir Bale Mardykes walked in a straight line, by bush and scaur, over the undulating ground, to the blighted1 ash-tree; and as he approached it, its withered2 bough3 stretched more gigantically into the air, and the forest seemed to open where it pointed4.
He passed it by, and in a few minutes had lost sight of it again, and was striding onward5 under the shadow of the forest, which already enclosed him. He was directing his march with all the care he could, in exactly that line which, according to Feltram’s rule, had been laid down for him. Now and then, having, as soldiers say, taken an object, and fixed6 it well in his memory, he would pause and look about him.
As a boy he had never entered the wood so far; for he was under a prohibition7, lest he should lose himself in its intricacies, and be benighted8 there. He had often heard that it was haunted ground, and that too would, when a boy, have deterred9 him. It was on this account that the scene was so new to him, and that he cared so often to stop and look about him. Here and there a vista10 opened, exhibiting the same utter desertion, and opening farther perspectives through the tall stems of the trees faintly visible in the solemn shadow. No flowers could he see, but once or twice a wood anemone11, and now and then a tiny grove12 of wood-sorrel.
Huge oak-trees now began to mingle13 and show themselves more and more frequently among the other timber; and gradually the forest became a great oak wood unintruded upon by any less noble tree. Vast trunks curving outwards14 to the roots, and expanding again at the branches, stood like enormous columns, striking out their groining boughs15, with the dark vaulting16 of a crypt.
As he walked under the shadow of these noble trees, suddenly his eye was struck by a strange little flower, nodding quite alone by the knotted root of one of those huge oaks.
He stooped and picked it up, and as he plucked it, with a harsh scream just over his head, a large bird with heavy beating wings broke away from the midst of the branches. He could not see it, but he fancied the scream was like that of the huge mackaw whose ill-poised flight he had watched. This conjecture17 was but founded on the odd cry he had heard.
The flower was a curious one — a stem fine as a hair supported a little bell, that looked like a drop of blood, and never ceased trembling. He walked on, holding this in his fingers; and soon he saw another of the same odd type, then another at a shorter distance, then one a little to the right and another to the left, and farther on a little group, and at last the dark slope was all over trembling with these little bells, thicker and thicker as he descended18 a gentle declivity19 to the bank of the little brook20, which flowing through the forest loses itself in the lake. The low murmur21 of this forest stream was almost the first sound, except the shriek22 of the bird that startled him a little time ago, which had disturbed the profound silence of the wood since he entered it. Mingling23 with the faint sound of the brook, he now heard a harsh human voice calling words at intervals24, the purport25 of which he could not yet catch; and walking on, he saw seated upon the grass, a strange figure, corpulent, with a great hanging nose, the whole face glowing like copper26. He was dressed in a bottle-green cut-velvet coat, of the style of Queen Anne’s reign27, with a dusky crimson28 waistcoat, both overlaid with broad and tarnished30 gold lace, and his silk stockings on thick swollen31 legs, with great buckled32 shoes, straddling on the grass, were rolled up over his knees to his short breeches. This ill-favoured old fellow, with a powdered wig33 that came down to his shoulders, had a dice34-box in each hand, and was apparently35 playing his left against his right, and calling the throws with a hoarse36 cawing voice.
Raising his black piggish eyes, he roared to Sir Bale, by name, to come and sit down, raising one of his dice-boxes, and then indicating a place on the grass opposite to him.
Now Sir Bale instantly guessed that this was the man, gipsy, warlock, call him what he might, of whom he had come in search. With a strange feeling of curiosity, disgust, and awe37, he drew near. He was resolved to do whatever this old man required of him, and to keep him, this time, in good humour.
Sir Bale did as he bid him, and sat down; and taking the box he presented, they began throwing turn about, with three dice, the copper-faced old man teaching him the value of the throws, as he proceeded, with many a curse and oath; and when he did not like a throw, grinning with a look of such real fury, that the master of Mardykes almost expected him to whip out his sword and prick38 him through as he sat before him.
After some time spent at this play, in which guineas passed now this way, now that, chucked across the intervening patch of grass, or rather moss39, that served them for a green cloth, the old man roared over his shoulder,
“Drink;” and picking up a longstemmed conical glass which Sir Bale had not observed before, he handed it over to the Baronet; and taking another in his fingers, he held it up, while a very tall slim old man, dressed in a white livery, with powdered hair and cadaverous face, which seemed to run out nearly all into a long thin hooked nose, advanced with a flask40 in each hand. Looking at the unwieldly old man, with his heavy nose, powdered head, and all the bottle-green, crimson, and gold about him, and the long slim serving man, with sharp beak41, and white from head to heel, standing42 by him, Sir Bale was forcibly reminded of the great old macaw and the long and slender kite, whose colours they, after their fashion, reproduced, with something, also indescribable, of the air and character of the birds. Not standing on ceremony, the old fellow held up his own glass first, which the white lackey43 filled from the flask, and then he filled Sir Bale’s glass.
It was a large glass, and might have held about half a pint44; and the liquor with which the servant filled it was something of the colour of an opal, and circles of purple and gold seemed to be spreading continually outward from the centre, and running inward from the rim29, and crossing one another, so as to form a beautiful rippling45 net-work.
“I drink to your better luck next time,” said the old man, lifting his glass high, and winking46 with one eye, and leering knowingly with the other; “and you know what I mean.”
Sir Bale put the liquor to his lips. Wine? Whatever it was, never had he tasted so delicious a flavour. He drained it to the bottom, and placing it on the grass beside him, and looking again at the old dicer47, who was also setting down his glass, he saw, for the first time, the graceful48 figure of a young woman seated on the grass. She was dressed in deep mourning, had a black hood49 carelessly over her head, and, strangely, wore a black mask, such as are used at masquerades. So much of her throat and chin as he could see were beautifully white; and there was a prettiness in her air and figure which made him think what a beautiful creature she in all likelihood was. She was reclining slightly against the burly man in bottle-green and gold, and her arm was round his neck, and her slender white hand showed itself over his shoulder.
“Ho! my little Geaiette,” cried the old fellow hoarsely50; “it will be time that you and I should get home.— So, Bale Mardykes, I have nothing to object to you this time; you’ve crossed the lake, and you’ve played with me and won and lost, and drank your glass like a jolly companion, and now we know one another; and an acquaintance is made that will last. I’ll let you go, and you’ll come when I call for you. And now you’ll want to know what horse will win next month at Rindermere races.— Whisper me, lass, and I’ll tell him.”
So her lips, under the black curtain, crept close to his ear, and she whispered.
“Ay, so it will;” roared the old man, gnashing his teeth; “it will be Rainbow, and now make your best speed out of the forest, or I’ll set my black dogs after you, ho, ho, ho! and they may chance to pull you down. Away!”
He cried this last order with a glare so black, and so savage51 a shake of his huge fist, that Sir Bale, merely making his general bow to the group, clapped his hat on his head, and hastily began his retreat; but the same discordant52 voice yelled after him:
“You’ll want that, you fool; pick it up.” And there came hurtling after and beside him a great leather bag, stained, and stuffed with a heavy burden, and bounding by him it stopped with a little wheel that brought it exactly before his feet.
He picked it up, and found it heavy.
Turning about to make his acknowledgments, he saw the two persons in full retreat; the profane53 old scoundrel in the bottle-green limping and stumbling, yet bowling54 along at a wonderful rate, with many a jerk and reel, and the slender lady in black gliding55 away by his side into the inner depths of the forest.
So Sir Bale, with a strange chill, and again in utter solitude56, pursued his retreat, with his burden, at a swifter pace, and after an hour or so, had recovered the point where he had entered the forest, and passing by the druidic stone and the mighty57 oak, saw down the glen at his right, standing by the edge of the lake, Philip Feltram, close to the bow of the boat.
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