As she had said to Martin Valliant, every hour was precious, for the Lord of Troy’s riders would be scouring2 the Forest, and Woodmere would not be forgotten. If she and Martin were to hold it as a strong rallying place for their friends of the Red Rose, then it behooved4 them to be up and doing before their ruinous stronghold was attacked.
She opened her door, and going softly down the stairs, found Martin Valliant still sleeping across them on his bed of fern. And for the moment she felt loth to rouse him, for he lay breathing as quietly as a child, one arm under his head.
“Martin Valliant——”
She touched him with her foot, and the result was miraculous6. He sat up, clutching the billhook that lay on the step beside him, a most fierce and unpeaceful figure in the gray light of the dawn.
“Stand! Who’s there?”
Mellis retreated a step or two, laughing, for he was a dangerous gentleman with that bill of his.
“A friend, Martin Valliant.”
He got up, looking not a little angry with himself for having let her catch him asleep.
“What, daylight already!”
“I was loth to wake you, but there is much to be done.”
“It is I who should have been awake, not you.”
He looked in a temper that wanted to catch the day’s work by the throat and throttle7 it. Mellis stepped over the pile of bracken and stood in the doorway8 that opened on the courtyard.
“One does not work well hungry,” she said, “and we must talk over the day’s needs.”
Her hair hung loose, and she shook it down so that it fell like a black cloak about her green-sheathed body. The color and the richness of it thrilled Martin to the heart. Her throat looked as white as May blossom, and her eyes had all the mystery of the dawn. And of a sudden a swift exultation9 leaped in him at the thought that he was her man-at-arms, chosen to shield her with his body, her comrade in this great adventure.
“The day is ours,” he said; “I feel stronger than ten men.”
She turned her head, and her eyes held his.
“I think I am fortunate in you, comrade-in-arms.”
Mellis served the meal, and they broke their fast in the garden, sitting on the oak bench and watching the white mist lift and melt from the valley. The woods grew green, the sky became blue above them, the mere3 flashed gold, the flowers glowed like wet gems10 in the grass. And Martin Valliant’s soul was full of the dawn, the mystery and freshness thereof; the smell of the sweet, wet world intoxicated11 him; the red rose that Mellis had given him lay over his heart. He looked at her with secret, tentative awe12, and life seemed a strange and miraculous dream.
She began to speak of the day’s needs.
“That bridge does not please me, comrade. We want a thing that can be dropped and kept raised at our pleasure. And then there is the gate.”
“The hinges and nails are all that are left of it.”
“I have it. There is some good timber in those outhouses; we could build a new gate. The curtain walls are still strong and good. Then there is the gate leading into the kitchen court; we could wall that up with stones. We must hope to keep the Lord of Troy’s men from crossing the water, if they come before we have raised a garrison13.”
She grew more mysterious.
“I shall have other things to show you, but they can keep till the evening. And now—as to the horse.”
The beast raised quite a debate between them, since he complicated the matter of the bridge. Martin was for leaving him tethered in one of the glades14, and trusting to luck and to Roger Bland’s men not discovering him if they rode to Woodmere within the next few days. And in the end Mellis agreed with him, since he was to be responsible for the contriving15 of a drawbridge.
“Your plan has it,” she confessed. “I will go and tether Dobbin in one of the glades, and then come and serve as housewife. The man’s part shall be yours.”
Martin went to work with fierce enthusiasm. He had a scheme in his head as to how the thing might be done, and he set about it when Mellis had crossed the water. He bored a hole through one end of the big beam, ran the rope through the hole and knotted it. At the other end he contrived16 a rough hinge by driving four stout17 stakes criss-cross into the ground, with a crossbar under them which could be pegged18 to the butt-end of the beam. The pulley wheels for the chains of the old bridge were still in the two chain holes of the gate-house, about ten feet from the ground. Martin piled some stones against the wall, climbed on them, and ran the rope through one of the chain holes. The trick worked very prettily19. He found that he could raise and lower the beam from inside the gate-house, and all that was needed was a stake to which he could fasten the rope when the bridge was up.
Mellis came back from the woods as he was driving the stake into the ground under the gateway20. He had rolled his cassock over his girdle, and turned the sleeves up nearly to his shoulders, so that the muscles showed. And he looked hot and masterful and triumphant21 as he turned to show her how his bridge worked.
“Well done, Martin Valliant. Let the beam down and I will come over and see if I am strong enough to raise it.”
He lowered the beam, and she walked over to him.
“Now I understand why you did not want to build a bridge that would carry a horse. Let me see what I can do. I might have to play bridgeward some day.”
She found that she was strong enough to raise the beam, for she was tall and lithe22, with a beautiful breadth across the bosom23.
Martin’s eyes shone.
It took him the rest of the morning to pull down one of the outhouses, sort out his timber, and get it cut to size and shape. He had dragged the charred25 mass of the old gate from its bed of nettles26, and had stripped it of its great iron hinges when Mellis came to call him to dinner.
“I have done famously: hot meat, and new bread, and a dish of herbs. I found two old iron pots in the cellar, and I am quite kitchen proud.”
Martin was loth to leave the work. He was hunting for the smith’s nails that had fallen out of the burned wood of the old gate; they were more precious than pieces of gold. She pretended to be hurt by his lack of gratitude27.
“I have cooked for my comrade in arms, and he will not eat what I have cooked.”
“It was not churlishness on my part.”
“I know. You must do things fiercely, Martin Valliant, with your whole heart, or not at all.”
“My hunger is fierce,” he confessed, smiling gravely. “No food could be sweeter than what your hands have prepared.”
He was shy of her, and voiceless, all through that meal, and there was an answering silence in Mellis’s heart, for though so short a time had passed since their lives had been linked together, she was forgetting Martin the monk29 in regarding Martin Valliant the man. She began to look at him with a vivid and self-surprised curiosity; his shyness infected her; she became conscious of the deep wonder light in his eyes. Hitherto she had been a creature of impulses, a wild thing blown along by the wind of necessity; but of a sudden she saw the man as a man, and her heart seemed to cease beating for a moment, and her thoughts to stand still.
He was the very contrast of herself, with his tawny30 hair tinged31 with red, and his frank, steadfast32, trusting eyes. Regarded as a woman, Mellis was a fine, lithe, white-skinned creature, and Martin Valliant matched her in the matter of bodily beauty. There was no gnarled uncouthness33 about his strength. He carried himself like a king’s son, and without any arrogance34 of conscious pride. The soul of the man seemed to show in his movements, a steady, gentle, unflurried soul, capable of great tendernesses, of great wraths, and of strange renunciations.
Her eyes grew wayward, more shadowy; they avoided his. A new subtlety35 of feeling stole into the hearts of both of them. The sun shone, the woods were green, the wild flowers were bright in the lush grass. When a blackbird sang Martin Valliant felt that the bird’s song and his heart were one.
He broke away, for the grosser hunger was soon satisfied.
“I shall not sleep till that gate is up.”
“You will need me. I will come when you call.”
He was walking away when she uttered his name.
“Martin.”
Her voice had never sounded so strange and human in his ears.
“I have a secret to show you—presently—when the gate is up.”
He went off, wondering, his eyes full of his new exultation.
Martin worked like a giant, with a fever of love in his blood. In three hours he had the gate finished and ready to be hung, but the hanging of it was the devil. The thing was monstrously37 massive and cumbersome38 to lift, and too broad for him to get a grip of it with spread arms.
He went in search of Mellis.
“I can build my gate—but as to hanging it——”
She smiled at his grim, baffled face.
“Women are cunning!”
“I can steady the thing while you heave it up, little by little, till the hinge straps40 are over the bolts.”
He gave her a look from his blue eyes.
“A man rushes like a bull. While you——”
“Ah, as I told you, women are cunning.”
Between them they got the gate on its hinges, and though it groaned41 and moved reluctantly, it was as strong as a man could wish.
“No spear truncheon will prise that up in a hurry.”
She was flushed and breathing fast, and her quick beauty swept into Martin’s heart like the wind. He stood still, gazing at her, till she looked at him, and then his eyes fell.
“See how strong that is,” he said.
And his heart would have cried, “Strong as my love.”
The main gate of Woodmere was safe now from a surprise, and no enemies could attack the place save by swimming the mere. Martin had made a round of the walls; they stood twelve feet high and were strongly built. The only other openings in them were the gate leading from the kitchen court and the wicket opening on the garden. The garden wicket still hung on its hinges, a stout oak door studded and banded with iron, and easily barred in case of an attack. The kitchen gateway they had decided42 to wall up, and Martin set to work upon the wall, using the big stones that had fallen from the battlements of the hall. They were so heavy that they wedged and weighted each other in place, and stood as solidly as though they had been laid by a mason.
Martin had nearly closed the gap when Mellis called him.
“The sun is near the hills. You have done enough.”
In spite of his youth and his strength Martin Valliant was very weary. He looked at the wall that he had built, and saw that it was strong enough to stand against a surprise.
Her voice came nearer.
“Are you ever hungry?”
He went whither her voice lured43 him. She had made a table in the garden out of some stones and pieces of wood, set flowers on it, and laid supper thereon.
Her dark eyes seemed to him to be deep with a new mystery. They broke bread together and drank their wine, and the meal had the flavor of a sacrament.
“There is yet work to be done,” she had said to him, “before the daylight goes. And I shall show you a thing, Martin Valliant, that shall pledge me your honor.”
When they had ended the meal she rose and looked at him with great steadfastness44.
“Martin Valliant, is your heart still set on this life of the sword? Tell me the truth, and keep nothing hidden. God knows that a man must make his choice.”
“I have chosen,” he said; “there shall be no turning back.”
“I have not been idle, and here is my secret.”
It was her brother’s treasury47 that Mellis showed him, the vault48 at the base of the tower, filled with war gear and a store of food. She had raised the stone by thrusting a long pole through the iron ring. A stout leather sack lay on the ground beside the entry.
“There are bows and bills and war harness below there,” she told him. “We have fooled the Lord of Troy, who swore that there should not be so much as a boar-spear left in the Forest. Take that sack, Martin Valliant, and carry it for me into the garden.”
He shouldered the thing, and knew that he carried iron, both by the weight of it and by the way a sharp edge bit into his shoulder.
“Lay it on the grass—there.”
He obeyed her, wondering what was in her mind.
Mellis knelt and cut the leather thong49 that fastened the throat of the sack. The leather had kept out the damp, and her white hands drew out armor that was bright as the blade of her poniard. It was a suit of white mail beautifully wrought50, yet noble in its clean simplicity51. Salade, breast-plate, shoulder pieces, back-plate, tassets, loin-guard, vam-braces, rear-braces, elbow pieces, gauntlets, thigh52 plates, greaves, solerets and spurs, she laid them all upon the grass. And last of all she drew out a belt and sword, and a plain shield colored green.
“This was to have been my brother’s harness.”
Martin Valliant was kneeling at her side.
“And now, God helping54 me, I have chosen the man who shall wear it—even you, Martin Valliant, my comrade in arms.”
Martin’s eyes seemed to catch the sunlight. He knelt for a while in silence, as though he were praying.
“May no shame come to it through me,” he said at last; “and though it may sit strange on me, my heart shall serve you to the death.”
She took the sword and rose from her knees.
“My hands shall gird you.”
He reached out, drew the pommel of the sword toward him, and kissed it.
“I swear troth to you, Mellis.”
He looked up, and her eyes held his.
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gateway
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steadfastness
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