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I shall
go mad if I look longer on him. "
"Beshrew me, but I think thou art distraught already," an-
swered the Queen. -"My Lord Hunsdon, look to this poor dis-
tressed young woman, and let her be safely bestowed and in
honest keeping, till we require her to be forthcoming. "
Two or three of the ladies in attendance, either moved by
compassion for a creature so interesting, or by some other
motive, offered their service to look after her; but the Queen
briefly answered, "Ladies, under favor, no. -You have all (give
God thanks) sharp ears and nimble tongues: our kinsman Huns-
don has ears of the dullest, and a tongue somewhat rough, but
yet of the slowest. — Hunsdon, look to it that none have speech
of her. "
"By our Lady! " said Hunsdon, taking in his strong sinewy
arms the fading and almost swooning form of Amy, "she is a
lovely child; and though a rough nurse, your Grace hath given
her a kind one. She is safe with me as one of my own lady-birds
of daughters. '
So saying, he carried her off, unresistingly and almost uncon-
sciously; his war-worn locks and long gray beard mingling with
her light-brown tresses, as her head reclined on his strong square
shoulder. The Queen followed him with her eye. She had
already, with that self-command which forms so necessary a part
of a sovereign's accomplishments, suppressed every appearance
of agitation, and seemed as if she desired to banish all traces of
her burst of passion from the recollection of those who had wit-
nessed it. "My Lord of Hunsdon says well," she observed: "he
is indeed but a rough nurse for so tender a babe. "
"My Lord of Hunsdon," said the Dean of St. Asaph,- "I
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broad license in speech, and garnishes his discourse somewhat too
freely with the cruel and superstitious oaths which savor both of
profaneness and of old papistrie. "
"It is the fault of his blood, Mr. Deans," said the Queen,
turning sharply round upon the reverend dignitary as she spoke;
"and you may blame mine for the same distemperature. The
Boleyns were ever a hot and plain-spoken race, more hasty to
speak their mind than careful to choose their expressions. And
by my word,-I hope there is no sin in that affirmation,— I
question if it were much cooled by mixing with that of Tudor. "
As she made this last observation, she smiled graciously and
stole her eyes almost insensibly round to seek those of the Earl
of Leicester, to whom she now began to think she had spoken
with hasty harshness upon the unfounded suspicion of a mo-
ment.
The Queen's eye found the earl in no mood to accept the
implied offer of conciliation. His own looks had followed, with
late and rueful repentance, the faded form which Hunsdon had
just borne from the presence; they now reposed gloomily on the
ground, but more so at least it seemed to Elizabeth with the
expression of one who has received an unjust affront, than of
him who is conscious of guilt. She turned her face angrily from
him, and said to Varney, "Speak, Sir Richard, and explain these
riddles; — thou hast sense and the use of speech, at least, which
elsewhere we look for in vain. "
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As she said this, she darted another resentful glance toward
Leicester, while the wily Varney hastened to tell his own story.
"Your Majesty's piercing eye," he said, "has already detected
the cruel malady of my beloved lady; which, unhappy that I
am, I would not suffer to be expressed in the certificate of her
physician, seeking to conceal what has now broken out with so
much the more scandal. "
"She is then distraught? " said the Queen; - "indeed we
doubted not of it,- her whole demeanor bears it out. I found
her moping in a corner of yonder grotto; and every word she
spoke which indeed I dragged from her as by the rack — she
instantly recalled and forswore. But how came she hither? Why
had you her not in safe-keeping? "
"My gracious Liege," said Varney, "the worthy gentleman
under whose charge I left her, Master Anthony Foster, has come
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her escape, which she managed with the art peculiar to many who
are afflicted with this malady. He is at hand for examination. "
"Let it be for another time," said the Queen. "But, Sir
Richard, we envy you not your domestic felicity: your lady railed
on you bitterly, and seemed ready to swoon at beholding you. "
"It is the nature of persons in her disorder, so please your
Grace," answered Varney, "to be ever most inveterate in their
spleen against those whom, in their better moments, they hold
nearest and dearest. "
"We have heard so, indeed," said Elizabeth, "and give faith
to the saying. "
"May your Grace then be pleased," said Varney, "to com-
mand my unfortunate wife to be delivered into the custody of
her friends? "
Leicester partly started; but making a strong effort, he sub-
dued his emotion, while Elizabeth answered sharply, "You are
something too hasty, Master Varney: we will have first a report
of the lady's health and state of mind from Masters, our own
physician, and then determine what shall be thought just. You
shall have license, however, to see her, that if there be any
matrimonial quarrel betwixt you- such things we have heard do
occur, even betwixt a loving couple - you may make it up, with-
out further scandal to our court or trouble to ourselves. "
Varney bowed low, and made no other answer.
Elizabeth again looked toward Leicester, and said, with a
degree of condescension which could only arise out of the most
heartfelt interest, "Discord, as the Italian poet says, will find
her way into peaceful convents, as well as into the privacy of
families; and we fear our own guards and ushers will hardly
exclude her from courts. My Lord of Leicester, you are offended
with us, and we have right to be offended with you. We will
take the lion's part upon us, and be the first to forgive. ”
Leicester smoothed his brow, as if by an effort; but the
trouble was too deep-seated that its placidity should at once
return. He said, however, that which fitted the occasion, that
"he could not have the happiness of forgiving, because she who
commanded him to do so could commit no injury toward him. "
Elizabeth seemed content with this reply, and intimated her
pleasure that the sports of the morning should proceed.
bugles sounded, the hounds bayed, the horses pranced; but the
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summoned, with hearts very different from those which had
leaped to the morning's réveil. There was doubt and fear and
expectation on every brow, and surmise and intrigue in every
whisper.
Blount took an opportunity to whisper into Raleigh's ear,
"This storm came like a levanter in the Mediterranean. "
"Varium et mutabile," answered Raleigh in a similar tone.
«< Nay, I know naught of your Latin," said Blount; "but I
thank God Tressilian took not the sea during that hurricane. He
could scarce have missed shipwreck, knowing as he does so little
how to trim his sails to a court gale. "
"Thou wouldst have instructed him? " said Raleigh.
«< Why, I have profited by my time as well as thou, Sir
Walter," replied honest Blount. "I am knight as well as thou,
and of the earlier creation. "
"Now, God further thy wit," said Raleigh; "but for Tres-
silian, I would I knew what were the matter with him. He told
me this morning he would not leave his chamber for the space
of twelve hours or thereby, being bound by a promise. This
lady's madness, when he shall learn it, will not, I fear, cure his
infirmity. The moon is at the fullest, and men's brains are work-
ing like yeast. But hark! they sound to mount. Let us to
horse, Blount: we young knights must deserve our spurs. "
THE TOURNAMENT
From Ivanhoe >
HE lists now presented a most splendid spectacle. The slop-
galleries were crowded with all that was noble, great,
wealthy, and beautiful in the northern and midland parts
of England, and the contrast of the various dresses of these dig-
nified spectators rendered the view as gay as it was rich; while.
the interior and lower space, filled with the substantial burgesses
and yeomen of merry England, formed, in their more' plain
attire, a dark fringe or border around this circle of brilliant em-
broidery, relieving and at the same time setting off its splendor.
The heralds finished their proclamation with their usual cry
of "Largesse, largesse, gallant knights! " and gold and silver
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high point of chivalry to exhibit liberality toward those whom the
age accounted at once the secretaries and the historians of honor.
The bounty of the spectators was acknowledged by the customary
shouts of "Love of Ladies-Death of Champions - Honor to the
Generous-Glory to the Brave! " To which the more humble
spectators added their acclamations, and a numerous band of
trumpeters the flourish of their martial instruments. When these
sounds had ceased, the heralds withdrew from the lists in gay
and glittering procession; and none remained within them save
the marshals of the field, who, armed cap-à-pie, sat on horse-
back, motionless as statues, at the opposite ends of the lists.
Meantime the inclosed space at the northern extremity of the
lists, large as it was, was now completely crowded with knights
desirous to prove their skill against the challengers, and when
viewed from the galleries, presented the appearance of a sea of
waving plumage, intermixed with glistening helmets and tall
lances; to the extremities of which were in many cases attached
small pennons of about a span's breadth, which, fluttering in the
air as the breeze caught them, joined with the restless motion of
the feathers to add liveliness to the scene.
At length the barriers were opened, and five knights, chosen
by lot, advanced slowly into the area; a single champion riding
in front, and the other four following in pairs. All were splen-
didly armed, and my Saxon authority (in the Wardour Manu-
script) records at great length their devices, their colors, and
the embroidery of their horse trappings. It is unnecessary to
be particular on these subjects. To borrow lines from a contem-
porary poet, who has written but too little :-
The knights are dust,
And their good swords are rust;
Their souls are with the saints, we trust. *
Their escutcheons have long moldered from the walls of their
castles. Their castles themselves are but green mounds and
shattered ruins; the place that once knew them knows them no
more: nay, many a race since theirs has died out and been for-
gotten in the very land which they occupied with all the author-
ity of feudal proprietors and feudal lords. What then would
it avail the reader to know their names, or the evanescent sym-
bols of their martial rank?
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Now, however, no whit anticipating the oblivion which awaited
their names and feats, the champions advanced through the lists,
restraining their fiery steeds and compelling them to move.
slowly, while at the same time they exhibited their paces, to-
gether with the grace and dexterity of the riders.
As the pro-
cession entered the lists, the sound of a wild barbaric music was
heard from behind the tents of the challengers, where the per-
formers were concealed. It was of Eastern origin, having been
brought from the Holy Land; and the mixture of the cymbals
and bells seemed to bid welcome at once, and defiance, to the
knights, as they advanced. With the eyes of an immense con-
course of spectators fixed upon them, the five knights advanced
up the platform upon which the tents of the challengers stood;
and there separating themselves, each touched slightly, and with
the reverse of his lance, the shield of the antagonist to whom he
wished to oppose himself. The lower orders of the spectators
in general-nay, many of the higher class, and it is even said
several of the ladies-were rather disappointed at the champi-
ons choosing the arms of courtesy. For the same sort of persons
who, in the present day, applaud most highly the deepest trage-
dies, were then interested in a tournament exactly in proportion
to the danger incurred by the champions engaged.
Having intimated their more pacific purpose, the champions
retreated to the extremity of the lists, where they remained
drawn up in a line; while the challengers, sallying each from his
pavilion, mounted their horses, and headed by Brian de Bois-
Guilbert, descended from the platform, and opposed themselves
individually to the knights who had touched their respective
shields.
At the flourish of clarions and trumpets, they started out
against each other at full gallop; and such was the superior dex-
terity or good fortune of the challengers, that those opposed to
Bois-Guilbert, Malvoisin, and Front-de-Bœuf rolled on the ground.
The antagonist of Grantmesnil, instead of bearing his lance point
fair against the crest or the shield of his enemy, swerved so
much from the direct line as to break the weapon athwart the
person of his opponent,-a circumstance which was accounted
more disgraceful than that of being actually unhorsed; because
the latter might happen from accident, whereas the former
evinced awkwardness and want of management of the weapon
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of his party, and parted fairly with the knight of St. John, both
splintering their lances without advantage on either side.
The shouts of the multitude, together with the acclamations
of the heralds and the clangor of the trumpets, announced the
triumph of the victors and the defeat of the vanquished. The
former retreated to their pavilions; and the latter, gathering
themselves up as they could, withdrew from the lists in disgrace
and dejection, to agree with their victors concerning the redemp-
tion of their arms and their horses, which, according to the laws
of the tournament, they had forfeited. The fifth of their num-
ber alone tarried in the lists long enough to be greeted by the
applause of the spectators, amongst whom he retreated,-to the
aggravation, doubtless, of his companions' mortification.
A second and a third party of knights took the field; and
although they had various success, yet upon the whole the
advantage decidedly remained with the challengers, not one of
whom lost his seat or swerved from his charge,- misfortunes
which befell one or two of their antagonists in each encounter.
The spirits, therefore, of those opposed to them seemed to be
considerably damped by their continued success. Three knights
only appeared on the fourth entry; who, avoiding the shields.
of Bois-Guilbert and Front-de-Boeuf, contented themselves with
touching those of the three other knights, who had not alto-
gether manifested the same strength and dexterity. This politic
selection did not alter the fortune of the field: the challengers
were still successful; one of their antagonists was overthrown,
and both the others failed in the attaint,- that is, in striking the
helmet and shield of their antagonist firmly and strongly, with
the lance held in a direct line, so that the weapon might break
unless the champion was overthrown.
After this fourth encounter, there was a considerable pause;
nor did it appear that any one was very desirous of renewing
the contest. The spectators murmured among themselves; for
among the challengers, Malvoisin and Front-de-Boeuf were un-
popular from their characters, and the others, except Grant-
mesnil, were disliked as strangers and foreigners.
But none shared the general feeling of dissatisfaction so keenly
as Cedric the Saxon, who saw, in each advantage gained by the
Norman challengers, a repeated triumph over the honor of Eng-
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of chivalry; although with the arms of his Saxon ancestors he
had manifested himself, on many occasions, a brave and deter-
mined soldier. He looked anxiously to Athelstane, who had
learned the accomplishments of the age, as if desiring that he
should make some personal effort to recover the victory which
was passing into the hands of the Templar and his associates.
But though both stout of heart and strong of person, Athelstane
had a disposition too inert and unambitious to make the exer-
tions which Cedric seemed to expect from him.
"The day is against England, my lord," said Cedric in a
marked tone: are you not tempted to take the lance? »
"I shall tilt to-morrow," answered Athelstane, "in the mêlée;
it is not worth while for me to arm myself to-day. "
Two things displeased Cedric in this speech. It contained
the Norman word mêlée (to express the general conflict), and it
evinced some indifference to the honor of the country; but it
was spoken by Athelstane, whom he held in such profound
respect that he would not trust himself to canvass his motives
or his foibles. Moreover, he had no time to make any remark;
for Wamba thrust in his word, observing "it was better, though
scarce easier, to be the best man among a hundred than the
best man of two. "
Athelstane took the observation as a serious compliment: but
Cedric, who better understood the Jester's meaning, darted at
him a severe and menacing look; and lucky it was for Wamba,
perhaps, that the time and place prevented his receiving, not-
withstanding his place and service, more sensible marks of his
master's resentment.
The pause in the tournament was still uninterrupted, except-
ing by the voices of the heralds exclaiming, "Love of ladies,
splintering of lances! Stand forth, gallant knights: fair eyes look
upon your deeds! "
The music also of the challengers breathed from time to time
wild bursts expressive of triumph or defiance, while the clowns
grudged a holiday which seemed to pass away in inactivity; and
old knights and nobles lamented in whispers the decay of martial
spirit, spoke of the triumphs of their younger days, but agreed
that the land did not now supply dames of such transcendent
beauty as had animated the jousts of former times. Prince
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banquet, and the necessity of adjudging the prize to Brian de
Bois-Guilbert, who had with a single spear overthrown two
knights and foiled a third.
At length, as the Saracenic music of the challengers concluded
one of those long and high flourishes with which they had broken.
the silence of the lists, it was answered by a solitary trumpet,
which breathed a note of defiance from the northern extremity.
All eyes were turned to see the new champion which these
sounds announced, and no sooner were the barriers opened than
he paced into the lists. As far as could be judged of a man
sheathed in armor, the new adventurer did not greatly exceed
the middle size, and seemed to be rather slender than strongly
made. His suit of armor was formed of steel, richly inlaid with
gold; and the device on his shield was a young oak-tree pulled
up by the roots, with the Spanish word Desdichado, signifying
Disinherited. He was mounted on a gallant black horse, and as
he passed through the lists he gracefully saluted the Prince and
the ladies by lowering his lance. The dexterity with which he
managed his steed, and something of youthful grace which he
displayed in his manner, won him the favor of the multitude,
which some of the lower classes expressed by calling out, "Touch
Ralph de Vipont's shield-touch the Hospitaler's shield: he has
the least sure seat, he is your cheapest bargain. "
The champion, moving onward amid these well-meant hints,
ascended the platform by the sloping alley which led to it from
the lists; and to the astonishment of all present, riding straight
up to the central pavilion, struck with the sharp end of his
spear the shield of Brian de Bois-Guilbert until it rung again.
All stood astonished at his presumption; but none more than the
redoubted knight whom he had thus defied to mortal combat,
and who, little expecting so rude a challenge, was standing care-
lessly at the door of the pavilion.
"Have you confessed yourself, brother," said the Templar,
"and have you heard mass this morning, that you peril your life
so frankly? "
"I am fitter to meet death than thou art," answered the Dis-
inherited Knight; for by this name the stranger had recorded
himself in the books of the tourney.
"Then take your place in the lists," said Bois-Guilbert, “and
look your last upon the sun; for this night thou shalt sleep in
Paradise. "
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"Gramercy for thy courtesy," replied the Disinherited Knight;
"and to requite it I advise thee to take a fresh horse and a new
lance, for by my honor you will need both. "
Having expressed himself thus confidently, he reined his horse
backward down the slope which he had ascended, and compelled
him in the same manner to move backward through the lists,
till he reached the northern extremity, where he remained sta-
tionary in expectation of his antagonist. This feat of horseman-
ship again attracted the applause of the multitude.
However incensed at his adversary for the precautions which
he recommended, Brian de Bois-Guilbert did not neglect his
advice; for his honor was too nearly concerned to permit his
neglecting any means which might insure victory over his pre-
sumptuous opponent. He changed his horse for a proved and
fresh one of great strength and spirit. He chose a new and
a tough spear, lest the wood of the former might have been
strained in the previous encounters he had sustained. Lastly he
laid aside his shield, which had received some little damage, and
received another from his squires. His first had only borne
the general device of his rider, representing two knights riding
upon one horse,— an emblem expressive of the original humility
and poverty of the Templars; qualities which they had since
exchanged for the arrogance and wealth that finally occasioned
their suppression. Bois-Guilbert's new shield bore a raven in full
flight, holding in its claws a skull, and bearing the motto, Gare
le Corbeau.
When the two champions stood opposed to each other at the
two extremities of the lists, the public expectation was strained
to the highest pitch. Few augured the possibility that the en-
counter could terminate well for the Disinherited Knight, yet
his courage and gallantry secured the general good wishes of the
spectators.
The trumpets had no sooner given the signal than the cham-
pions vanished from their posts with the speed of lightning, and
closed in the centre of the lists with the shock of a thunderbolt.
The lances burst into shivers up to the very grasp, and it seemed
at the moment that both knights had fallen, for the shock had
made each horse recoil backward upon his haunches. The ad-
dress of the riders recovered their steeds by use of the bridle
and spur; and having glared on each other for an instant with
eyes which seemed to flash fire through the bars of their visors,
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each made a demivolte, and retiring to the extremity of the lists,
received a fresh lance from the attendants.
A loud shout from the spectators, waving of scarfs and hand-
kerchiefs, and general acclamations, attested the interest taken
by the spectators in this encounter; the most equal, as well as
the best performed, which had graced the day. But no sooner
had the knights resumed their station, than the clamor of ap-
plause was hushed into a silence so deep and so dead that it
seemed the multitude were afraid even to breathe.
A few minutes' pause having been allowed, that the combat-
ants and their horses might recover breath, Prince John with his
truncheon signed to the trumpets to sound the onset. The cham-
pions a second time sprung from their stations, and closed in the
centre of the lists, with the same speed, the same dexterity, the
same violence, but not the same equal fortune as before.
In the second encounter the Templar aimed at the centre of
his antagonist's shield, and struck it so fair and forcibly that his
spear went to shivers, and the Disinherited Knight reeled in his
saddle. On the other hand, that champion had, in the begin-
ning of his career, directed the point of his lance toward Bois-
Guilbert's shield; but changing his aim almost in the moment of
encounter, he addressed it to the helmet,—a mark more difficult
to hit, but which if attained rendered the shock more irresisti-
ble. Fair and true he hit the Norman on the visor, where his
lance's point kept hold of the bars. Yet even at this disadvan-
tage, the Templar sustained his high reputation; and had not the
girths of his saddle burst, he might not have been unhorsed.
As it chanced, however, saddle, horse, and man rolled on the
ground under a cloud of dust.
To extricate himself from the stirrups and fallen steed was to
the Templar scarce the work of a moment; and stung with mad-
ness, both at his disgrace and at the acclamations with which it
was hailed by the spectators, he drew his sword and waved it in
defiance of his conqueror. The Disinherited Knight sprung from
his steed, and also unsheathed his sword. The marshals of the
field, however, spurred their horses between them, and reminded.
them that the laws of the tournament did not, on the present
occasion, permit this species of encounter.
"We shall meet again, I trust," said the Templar, casting a
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"If we do not," said the Disinherited Knight, "the fault shall
not be mine. On foot or horseback, with spear, with axe, or
with sword, I am alike ready to encounter thee. "
More and angrier words would have been exchanged; but the
marshals, crossing their lances betwixt them, compelled them to
separate. The Disinherited Knight returned to his first station,
and Bois-Guilbert to his tent, where he remained for the rest of
the day in an agony of despair.
Without alighting from his horse, the conqueror called for a
bowl of wine; and opening the beaver, or lower part of his hel-
met, announced that he quaffed it "To all true English hearts,
and to the confusion of foreign tyrants. " He then commanded
his trumpet to sound a defiance to the challengers; and desired
a herald to announce to them that he should make no election,
but was willing to encounter them in the order in which they
pleased to advance against him.
The gigantic Front-de-Boeuf, armed in sable armor, was the
first who took the field. He bore on a white shield a black bull's
head, half defaced by the numerous encounters which he had
undergone, and bearing the arrogant motto, Cave, adsum. Over
this champion the Disinherited Knight obtained a slight but
decisive advantage. Both knights broke their lances fairly; but
Front-de-Boeuf, who lost a stirrup in the encounter, was adjudged
to have the disadvantage.
In the stranger's third encounter, with Sir Philip Malvoisin,
he was equally successful; striking that baron so forcibly on the
casque that the laces of the helmet broke, and Malvoisin, only
saved from falling by being unhelmeted, was declared vanquished
like his companions.
In his fourth combat, with De Grantmesnil, the Disinherited
Knight showed as much courtesy as he had hitherto evinced
courage and dexterity. De Grantmesnil's horse, which was
young and violent, reared and plunged in the course of the
career so as to disturb the rider's aim; and the stranger, declin-
ing to take the advantage which this accident afforded him,
raised his lance, and passing his antagonist without touching
him, wheeled his horse and rode back again to his own end of
the lists, offering his antagonist by a herald the chance of a
second encounter. This De Grantmesnil declined, avowing him-
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Ralph de Vipont summed up the list of the stranger's tri-
umphs, being hurled to the ground with such force that the
blood gushed from his nose and mouth; and he was borne sense-
less from the lists.
The acclamations of thousands applauded the unanimous award
of the prince and marshals, announcing that day's honors to the
Disinherited Knight.
THE HERMIT― FRIAR TUCK
From Ivanhoe ›
THE
HE anchorite, not caring again to expose his door to a similar
shock, now called out aloud, "Patience, patience-spare thy
strength, good traveler, and I will presently undo the door;
though it may be my doing so will be little to thy pleasure. "
The door accordingly was opened; and the hermit-a large,
strong-built man, in his sackcloth gown and hood, girt with a
rope of rushes-stood before the knight. He had in one hand
a lighted torch, or link; and in the other a baton of crab-tree,
so thick and heavy it might well be termed a club.
Two large
shaggy dogs, half greyhound, half mastiff, stood ready to rush
upon the traveler as soon as the door should be opened. But
when the torch glanced upon the lofty crest and golden spurs.
of the knight who stood without, the hermit-altering probably
his original intentions—repressed the rage of his auxiliaries, and
changing his tone to a sort of churlish courtesy, invited the
knight to enter his hut; making excuse for his unwillingness
to open his lodge after sunset by alleging the multitude of rob-
bers and outlaws who were abroad, and who gave no honor
to our Lady or St. Dustan, nor to those holy men who spent life
in their service.
"The poverty of your cell, good father," said the knight,
looking around him, and seeing nothing but a bed of leaves, a
crucifix rudely carved in oak, a missal, with a rough-hewn table
and two stools, and one or two clumsy articles of furniture,-
"the poverty of your cell should seem a sufficient defense against
any risk of thieves; not to mention the aid of two trusty dogs,
large and strong enough, I think, to pull down a stag, and of
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"The good keeper of the forest," said the hermit, "hath al-
lowed me the use of these animals to protect my solitude until
the times shall mend. "
Having said this, he fixed his torch in a twisted branch of
iron which served for a candlestick; and placing the oaken trivet
before the embers of the fire, which he refreshed with some dry
wood, he placed a stool upon one side of the table and beckoned
to the knight to do the same upon the other.
They sat down and gazed with great gravity at each other,
each thinking in his heart that he had seldom seen a stronger or
more athletic figure than was placed opposite to him.
"Reverend hermit," said the knight, after looking long and
fixedly at his host, "were it not to interrupt your devout medi-
tations, I would pray to know three things of your Holiness:
first, where I am to put my horse? secondly, what I can have
for supper? thirdly, where I am to take up my couch for the
night? "
"I will reply to you," said the hermit, "with my finger: it
being against my rule to speak by words where signs can an-
swer the purpose.
" So saying, he pointed successively to two
corners of the hut. "Your stable," said he, "is there-your
bed there; and-" reaching down a platter with two handfuls of
parched pease upon it from the neighboring shelf, and placing it
upon the table, he added-"your supper is here. "
The knight, shrugged his shoulders; and leaving the hut,
brought in his horse (which in the interim he had fastened to a
tree), unsaddled him with much attention, and spread upon the
steed's weary back his own mantle.
The hermit was apparently somewhat moved to compassion
by the anxiety as well as address which the stranger displayed
in tending his horse; for, muttering something about proven-
der left for the keeper's palfrey, he dragged out of a recess a
bundle of forage, which he spread before the knight's charger,
and immediately afterward shook down a quantity of dried
fern in the corner which he had assigned for the rider's couch.
The knight returned him thanks for his courtesy; and this duty
done, both resumed their seats by the table, whereon stood the
trencher of pease placed between them. The hermit, after a
long grace, which had once been Latin, but of which original
language few traces remained, excepting here and there the long
rolling termination of some word or phrase,-set example to his
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guest by modestly putting into a very large mouth, furnished
with teeth which might have ranked with those of a boar both in
sharpness and whiteness, some three or four dried pease; a mis-
erable grist, as it seemed, for so large and able a mill.
The knight, in order to follow so laudable an example, laid
aside his helmet, his corselet, and the greater part of his armor;
and showed to the hermit a head thick-curled with yellow
hair, high features, blue eyes remarkably bright and sparkling, a
mouth well formed, having an upper lip clothed with mustaches
darker than his hair, and bearing altogether the look of at
bold, daring, and enterprising man, with which his strong form
well corresponded.
The hermit, as if wishing to answer to the confidence of his
guest, threw back his cowl, and showed a round bullet head
belonging to a man in the prime of life. His close-shaven crown,
surrounded by a circle of stiff curled black hair, had something
the appearance of a parish pinfold begirt by its high hedge.
The features expressed nothing of monastic austerity or of ascetic
privations; on the contrary, it was a bold, bluff countenance,
with broad black eyebrows, a well-turned forehead, and cheeks
as round and vermilion as those of a trumpeter, from which
descended a long and curly black beard. Such a visage, joined
to the brawny form of the holy man, spoke rather of sirloins and
haunches than of pease and pulse. This incongruity did not
escape the guest. After he had with great difficulty accomplished
the mastication of a mouthful of the dried pease, he found it
absolutely necessary to request his pious entertainer to furnish
him with some liquor; who replied to his request by placing
before him a large can of the purest water from the fountain.
"It is from the well of St. Dunstan," said he, "in which,
betwixt sun and sun, he baptized five hundred heathen Danes
and Britons-blessed be his name! " And applying his black
beard to the pitcher, he took a draught much more moderate in
quantity than his encomium seemed to warrant.
"It seems to me, reverend father," said the knight, "that the
small morsels which you eat, together with this holy but some-
what thin beverage, have thriven with you marvelously. You
appear a man more fit to win the ram at a wrestling-match, or
the ring at a bout at quarter-staff, or the bucklers at a sword-
play, than to linger out your time in this desolate wilderness,
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"Sir Knight," answered the hermit, "your thoughts, like those
of the ignorant laity, are according to the flesh. It has pleased
our Lady and my patron saint to bless the pittance to which I
restrain myself, even as the pulse and water were blessed to the
children Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, who drank the same
rather than defile themselves with the wine and meats which
were appointed them by the king of the Saracens. "
"Holy father," said the knight, "upon whose countenance it
hath pleased Heaven to work such a miracle, permit a sinful
layman to crave thy name? »
"Thou mayest call me," answered the hermit, "the Clerk of
Copmanhurst, for so I am termed in these parts. They add, it
is true, the epithet holy; but I stand not upon that, as being
unworthy of such addition. And now, valiant knight, may I
pray thee for the name of my honorable guest? "
"Truly," said the knight, "Holy Clerk of Copmanhurst, men
call me in these parts the Black Knight; many, sir, add to it
the epithet of Sluggard, whereby I am no way ambitious to be
distinguished. "
The hermit could scarcely forbear from smiling at his guest's
reply.
"I see," said he, "Sir Sluggish Knight, that thou art a man
of prudence and of counsel; and moreover, I see that my poor
monastic fare likes thee not, accustomed perhaps as thou hast
been to the license of courts and camps, and the luxuries of
cities: and now I bethink me, Sir Sluggard, that when the
charitable keeper of this forest walk left these dogs for my pro-
tection, and also those bundles of forage, he left me also some
food, which, being unfit for my use, the very recollection of
it had escaped me amid my more weighty meditations. "
"I dare be sworn he did so," said the knight; "I was con-
vinced that there was better food in the cell, Holy Clerk, since
you first doffed your cowl. Your keeper is ever a jovial fellow;
and none who beheld thy grinders contending with these pease,
and thy throat flooded with this ungenial element, could see thee
doomed to such horse-provender and horse-beverage" (pointing
to the provisions upon the table), "and refrain from mending thy
Let us see the keeper's bounty, therefore, without delay. "
The hermit cast a wistful look upon the knight, in which
there was a sort of comic expression of hesitation, as if uncertain
how far he should act prudently in trusting his guest. There
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nance
was, however, as much of bold frankness in the knight's counte-
as was possible to be expressed by features. His smile
too had something in it irresistibly comic, and gave an assurance
of faith and loyalty with which his host could not refrain from
sympathizing.
After exchanging a mute glance or two, the hermit went to
the farther side of the hut and opened a hutch, which was con-
cealed with great care and some ingenuity. Out of the recesses
of a dark closet, into which this aperture gave admittance, he
brought a large pasty, baked in a pewter platter of unusual
dimensions. This mighty dish he placed before his guest; who,
using his poniard to cut it open, lost no time in making himself
acquainted with its contents.
"How long is it since the good keeper has been here? " said
the knight to his host, after having swallowed several hasty mor-
sels of this reinforcement to the hermit's good cheer.
"About two months," answered the father hastily.
"By the true Lord," answered the knight, "everything in
your hermitage is miraculous, Holy Clerk; for I would have been
sworn that the fat buck which furnished this venison had been
running on foot within the week. "
The hermit was somewhat discountenanced by this observa-
tion; and moreover, he had made but a poor figure while gazing
on the diminution of the pasty, on which his guest was making
dangerous inroads,-a warfare in which his previous profession
of abstinence left him no pretext for joining.
"I have been in Palestine, Sir Clerk," said the knight, stop-
ping short of a sudden, "and I bethink me it is a custom there
that every host who entertains a guest shall assure him of the
wholesomeness of his food by partaking of it along with him.
Far be it from me to suspect so holy a man of aught inhospita-
ble; nevertheless, I will be highly bound to you would you com-
ply with this Eastern custom. ”
"To ease your unnecessary scruples, Sir Knight, I will for
once depart from my rule," replied the hermit. And as there
were no forks in those days, his clutches were instantly in the
bowels of the pasty.
The ice of ceremony being once broken, it seemed matter
of rivalry between the guest and the entertainer which should
display the best appetite; and although the former had probably
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"Holy Clerk," said the knight, when his hunger was appeased,
"I would gage my good horse yonder against a zecchin, that
that same honest keeper to whom we are obliged for the venison
has left thee a stoup of wine, or a runlet of canary, or some
such trifle, by way of ally to this noble pasty. This would be
a circumstance, doubtless, totally unworthy to dwell in the mem-
ory of so rigid an anchorite; yet I think were you to search
yonder crypt once more, you would find that I am right in my
conjecture. "
The hermit replied by a grin; and returning to the hutch, he
produced a leathern bottle, which might contain about four quarts.
He also brought forth two large drinking-cups, made out of the
horn of the urus, and hooped with silver. Having made this
goodly provision for washing down the supper, he seemed to
think no further ceremonious scruple necessary on his part; but
filling both cups, and saying in the Saxon fashion, "Waes hael,
Sir Sluggish Knight! " he emptied his own at a draught.
"Drink hael, Holy Clerk of Copmanhurst! " answered the war-
rior, and did his host reason in a similar brimmer.
"Holy Clerk," said the stranger, after the first cup was thus
swallowed, "I cannot but marvel that a man possessed of such
thews and sinews as thine, and who therewithal shows the talent
of so goodly a trencherman, should think of abiding by himself
in this wilderness. In my judgment you are fitter to keep a
castle or a fort, eating of the fat and drinking of the strong,
than to live here upon pulse and water, or even upon the
charity of the keeper. At least were I as thou, I should find
myself both disport and plenty out of the king's deer. There is
many a goodly herd in these forests, and a buck will never be
missed that goes to the use of St. Dunstan's chaplain. "
"Sir Sluggish Knight," replied the clerk, "these are danger-
ous words, and I pray you to forbear them. I am true hermit
to the King and law; and were I to spoil my liege's game I
should be sure of the prison, and, an my gown saved me not,
were in some peril of hanging. "
"Nevertheless, were I as thou," said the knight, "I would
take my walk by moonlight, when foresters and keepers were
warm in bed, and ever and anon - as I pattered my prayers—I
would let fly a shaft among the herds of dun deer that feed in
the glades. Resolve me, Holy Clerk, hast thou never practiced
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"Friend Sluggard," answered the hermit, "thou hast seen all
that can concern thee of my housekeeping, and something more
than he deserves who takes up his quarters by violence. Credit
me, it is better to enjoy the good which God sends thee than
to be impertinently curious how it comes. Fill thy cup and wel-
come; and do not, I pray thee, by further impertinent inquiries,
put me to show that thou couldst hardly have made good thy
lodging had I been earnest to oppose thee. "
"By my faith," said the knight, "thou makest me more curi-
ous than ever! Thou art the most mysterious hermit I ever
met; and I will know more of thee ere we part. As for thy
threats, know, holy man, thou speakest to one whose trade it is
to find out danger wherever it is to be met with. "
"Sir Sluggish Knight, I drink to thee," said the hermit,-
"respecting thy valor much, but deeming wondrous slightly of
thy discretion. If thou wilt take equal arms with me, I will
give thee, in all friendship and brotherly love, such sufficing
penance and complete absolution that thou shalt not for the next
twelve months sin the sin of excess and curiosity. '
The knight pledged him, and desired him to name his weap-
ons.
―
"There is none," replied the hermit, "from the scissors of
Delilah and the tenpenny nail of Jael, to the scimitar of Goliah,
at which I am not a match for thee. But if I am to make the
election, what sayest thou, good friend, to these trinkets? "
Thus speaking, he opened another hutch and took out from it
a couple of broadswords and bucklers, such as were used by the
yeomanry of the period. The knight, who watched his motions,
observed that this second place of concealment was furnished
with two or three good long-bows, a cross-bow, a bundle of bolts
for the latter, and half a dozen sheaves of arrows for the former.
A harp and other matters of very uncanonical appearance were
also visible when this dark recess was opened.
"I promise thee, brother clerk," said he, "I will ask thee no
more offensive questions. The contents of that cupboard are an
answer to all my inquiries; and I see a weapon there" (here he
stooped and took out the harp) "on which I would more gladly
prove my skill with thee than at the sword and buckler. "
"I hope, Sir Knight," said the hermit, "thou hast given no
good reason for thy surname of the Sluggard. I do promise thee
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I will not put thy manhood to the proof without thine own free
will. Sit thee down, then, and fill thy cup; let us drink, sing,
and be merry.
If thou knowest ever a good lay, thou shalt be
welcome to a nook of pasty at Copmanhurst so long as I serve
the chapel of St. Dunstan,- which, please God, shall be till I
change my gray covering for one of green turf. But come, fill
a flagon, for it will crave some time to tune the harp; and
naught pitches the voice and sharpens the ear like a cup of wine.
For my part, I love to feel the grape at my very finger-ends
before they make the harp-strings tinkle. "
RICHARD AND SALADIN
From The Talisman'
THE
HE two heroic monarchs- for such they both were-threw
themselves at once from horseback; and the troops halting
and the music suddenly ceasing, they advanced to meet
each other in profound silence, and after a courteous inclination
on either side they embraced as brethren and equals. The pomp
and display upon both sides attracted no further notice; no one
saw aught save Richard and Saladin, and they too beheld noth-
ing but each other. The looks with which Richard surveyed
Saladin were, however, more intently curious than those which
the Soldan fixed upon him; and the Soldan also was the first to
break silence.
"The Melech Ric is welcome to Saladin as water to this des-
ert. I trust he hath no distrust of this numerous array. Except-
ing the armed slaves of my household, those who surround you
with eyes of wonder and of welcome are, even the humblest of
them, the privileged nobles of my thousand tribes; for who that
could claim a title to be present would remain at home when
such a prince was to be seen as Richard,-with the terrors
of whose name, even on the sands of Yemen, the nurse stills
her child, and the free Arab subdues his restive steed! "
"And these are all nobles of Araby? " said Richard, looking
around on wild forms with their persons covered with haicks,
their countenances swart with the sunbeams, their teeth as white
as ivory, their black eyes glancing with fierce and preternatural
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"They claim such rank," said Saladin; "but though numer-
ous, they are within the conditions of the treaty, and bear no
arms but the sabre-even the iron of their lances is left behind. "
"I fear," muttered De Vaux in English, "they have left them
where they can be soon found. -A most flourishing house of
Peers, I confess, and would find Westminster Hall something too
narrow for them. "
"Hush, De Vaux," said Richard, "I command thee. -Noble
Saladin," he said, "suspicion and thou cannot exist on the
same ground. Seest thou," pointing to the litters,-"I too have
brought some champions with me, though armed perhaps in
breach of agreement; for bright eyes and fair features are weap-
ons which cannot be left behind. "
The Soldan, turning to the litters, made an obeisance as lowly
as if looking toward Mecca, and kissed the sand in token of
respect.
"Nay," said Richard, "they will not fear a closer encounter,
brother: wilt thou not ride toward their litters? —and the cur-
tains will be presently withdrawn. "
"That may Allah prohibit! " said Saladin, "since not an Arab
looks on who would not think it shame to the noble ladies to be
seen with their faces uncovered. "
"Thou shalt see them, then, in private, brother," answered
Richard.
"To what purpose? " answered Saladin, mournfully. "Thy
last letter was, to the hopes which I had entertained, like water
to fire; and wherefore should I again light a flame which may
indeed consume, but cannot cheer me? -But will not my brother
pass to the tent which his servant hath prepared for him? My
principal black slave hath taken order for the reception of the
princesses; the officers of my household will attend your follow-
ers; and ourself will be the chamberlain of the royal Richard. ”
He led the way accordingly to a splendid pavilion, where was
everything that royal luxury could devise. De Vaux, who was
in attendance, then removed the chappe (capa), or long riding-
cloak which Richard wore; and he stood before Saladin in the
close dress which showed to advantage the strength and sym-
metry of his person, while it bore a strong contrast to the flow-
ing robes which disguised the thin frame of the Eastern monarch.
It was Richard's two-handed sword that chiefly attracted the
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unwieldy length of which extended well-nigh from the shoulder
to the heel of the wearer.
"Had I not," said Saladin, "seen this brand flaming in the
front of battle, like that of Azrael, I had scarce believed that
human arm could wield it. Might I request to see the Melech
Ric strike one blow with it in peace, and in pure trial of
strength? »
"Willingly, noble Saladin," answered Richard; and looking
around for something whereon to exercise his strength, he saw
a steel mace, held by one of the attendants, the handle being of
the same metal, and about an inch and a half in diameter: this
he placed on a block of wood.
The anxiety of De Vaux for his master's honor led him to
whisper in English, "For the Blessed Virgin's sake, beware what
you attempt, my liege! Your full strength is not as yet returned:
give no triumph to the infidel. "
"Peace, fool! " said Richard, standing firm on his ground,
and casting a fierce glance around: "thinkest thou that I can fail
in his presence? "
The glittering broadsword, wielded by both his hands, rose
aloft to the King's left shoulder, circled round his head, de-
scended with the sway of some terrific engine, and the bar of
iron rolled on the ground in two pieces, as a woodsman would
sever a sapling with a hedging-bill.
"By the head of the Prophet, a most wonderful blow! " said
the Soldan, critically and accurately examining the iron bar
which had been cut asunder; and the blade of the sword was so
well tempered as to exhibit not the least token of having suffered
by the feat it had performed. He then took the King's hand,
and looking on the size and muscular strength which it exhib-
ited, laughed as he placed it beside his own, so lank and thin, so
inferior in brawn and sinew.
"Ay, look well," said De Vaux in English: "it will be long
ere your long jackanapes fingers do such a feat with your fine
gilded reaping-hook there. "
"Silence, De Vaux," said Richard: "by our Lady, he under-
stands or guesses thy meaning; be not so broad, I pray thee. "
The Soldan indeed presently said, "Something I would fain
attempt though wherefore should the weak show their inferi
ority in presence of the strong? Yet each land hath its own
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he took from the floor a cushion of silk and down, and placed it
upright on one end. "Can thy weapon, my brother, sever that
cushion? " he said to King Richard.
"No, surely," replied the King: "no sword on earth, were it
the Excalibar of King Arthur, can cut that which opposes no
steady resistance to the blow. "
"Mark, then," said Saladin; and tucking up the sleeve of his
gown, showed his arm, thin indeed and spare, but which con-
stant exercise had hardened into a mass consisting of naught but
bone, brawn, and sinew. He unsheathed his scimitar; a curved
and narrow blade, which glittered not like the swords of the
Franks, but was on the contrary of a dull-blue color, marked
with ten millions of meandering lines which showed how anx-
iously the metal had been welded by the armorer. Wielding
this weapon, apparently so inefficient when compared to that of
Richard, the Soldan stood resting his weight upon his left foot,
which was slightly advanced; he balanced himself a little as if to
steady his aim; then stepping at once forward, drew the scimitar
across the cushion, applying the edge so dexterously and with so
little apparent effort that the cushion seemed rather to fall asun-
der than to be divided by violence.
"It is a juggler's trick," said De Vaux, darting forward and
snatching up the portion of the cushion which had been cut off,
as if to assure himself of the reality of the feat,-"there is gram-
arye in this. "
The Soldan seemed to comprehend him; for he undid the
sort of veil which he had hitherto worn, laid it double along the
edge of his sabre, extended the weapon edgeways in the air,
and drawing it suddenly through the veil, although it hung on
the blade entirely loose, severed that also into two parts, which
floated to different sides of the tent,-equally displaying the
extreme temper and sharpness of the weapon, and the exquisite
dexterity of him who used it.
"Now, in good faith, my brother," said Richard, "thou art
even matchless at the trick of the sword, and right perilous were
it to meet thee! Still, however, I put some faith in a down-
right English blow; and what we cannot do by sleight, we eke
out by strength. Nevertheless, in truth thou art as expert in
inflicting wounds as my sage Hakim in curing them. I trust 1
shall see the learned leech: I have much to thank him for, and
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As he spoke, Saladin exchanged his turban for a Tartar cap.
He had no sooner done so, than De Vaux opened at once his
extended mouth and his large round eyes, and Richard gazed
with scarce less astonishment, while the Soldan spoke in a grave
and altered voice: "The sick man, sayeth the poet, while he is
yet infirm knoweth the physician by his step; but when he is
recovered he knoweth not even his face when he looks upon
him. "
"A miracle! a miracle! " exclaimed Richard.
"Of Mahound's working, doubtless," said Thomas de Vaux.
"That I should lose my learned Hakim," said Richard, "merely
by absence of his cap and robe, and that I should find him again
in my royal brother Saladin ! »
"Such is oft the fashion of the world," answered the Soldan:
"the tattered robe makes not always the dervish. "
"And it was through thy intercession," said Richard, "that
yonder Knight of the Leopard was saved from death, and by thy
artifice that he revisited my camp in disguise! "
"Even so," replied Saladin: "I was physician enough to know
that unless the wounds of his bleeding honor were stanched, the
days of his life must be few. His disguise was more easily pene-
trated than I had expected from the success of my own. "
"An accident," said King Richard (probably alluding to the
circumstance of his applying his lips to the wound of the sup-
posed Nubian), "let me first know that his skin was artificially
discolored; and that hint once taken, detection became easy, for
his form and person are not to be forgotten. I confidently ex
pect that he will do battle on the morrow. "
"He is full in preparation and high in hope," said the Soldan.
"I have furnished him with weapons and horse, thinking nobly
of him from what I have seen under various disguises. "
"Knows he now," said Richard, "to whom he lies under obli-
gation? »
"He doth," replied the Saracen; "I was obliged to confess
my person when I unfolded my purpose. "
"And confessed he aught to you? " said the King of England.
"Nothing explicit," replied the Soldan; "but from much that
passed between us, I conceive his love is too highly placed to be
happy in its issue,"
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"I might guess so much," said Saladin; "but his passion had
existed ere my wishes had been formed-and, I must now add,
is likely to survive them. I cannot, in honor, revenge me for
my disappointment on him who had no hand in it. Or if this
high-born dame loved him better than myself, who can say that
she did not justice to a knight of her own religion, who is full
of nobleness? "
"Yet of too mean lineage to mix with the blood of Planta-
genet," said Richard haughtily.
"Such may be your maxims in Frangistan," replied the Sol-
dan. "Our poets of the Eastern countries say that a valiant
camel-driver is worthy to kiss the lip of a fair Queen, when a
cowardly prince is not worthy to salute the hem of her garment.
But with your permission, noble brother, I must take leave of
thee for the present, to receive the Duke of Austria and yonder
Nazarene knight,- much less worthy of hospitality, but who
must yet be suitably entreated, not for their sakes, but for mine
own honor; -for what saith the sage Lokman? Say not that
the food is lost unto thee which is given to the stranger; for if
his body be strengthened and fattened therewithal, not less is
thine own worship and good name cherished and augmented. › »
The Saracen monarch departed from King Richard's tent; and
having indicated to him, rather with signs than with speech,
where the pavilion of the Queen and her attendants was pitched,
he went to receive the Marquis of Montserrat and his attend-
ants, for whom, with less good-will but with equal splendor, the
magnificent Soldan had provided accommodations. The most
ample refreshments, both in the Oriental and after the European
fashion, were spread before the royal and princely guests of
Saladin, each in their own separate pavilion; and so attentive
was the Soldan to the habits and taste of his visitors, that
Grecian slaves were stationed to present them with the goblet,
which is the abomination of the sect of Mohammed. Ere Rich-
ard had finished his meal, the ancient Omrah, who had brought
the Soldan's letter to the Christian camp, entered with a plan
of the ceremonial to be observed on the succeeding day of the
combat. Richard, who knew the taste of his old acquaintance,
invited him to pledge him in a flagon of wine of Schiraz: but
Abdallah gave him to understand, with a rueful aspect, that self-
denial, in the present circumstances, was a matter in which his
life was concerned; for that Saladin, tolerant in many respects,
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both observed, and enforced by high penalties, the laws of the
Prophet.
"Nay, then," said Richard, "if he loves not wine, that light-
ener of the human heart, his conversion is not to be hoped for,
and the prediction of the mad priest of Engaddi goes like chaff
down the wind. "
THE LAST MINSTREL
Prelude to the Lay of the Last Minstrel'
THE
HE way was long, the wind was cold,
The Minstrel was infirm and old;
His withered cheek, and tresses gray,
Seemed to have known a better day;
The harp, his sole remaining joy,
Was carried by an orphan boy.
The last of all the Bards was he,
Who sung of Border chivalry:
For, welladay! their date was fled,
His tuneful brethren all were dead;
And he, neglected and oppressed,
Wished to be with them, and at rest.
No more, on prancing palfrey borne,
He caroled light as lark at morn;
No longer, courted and caressed,
High placed in hall, a welcome guest,
He poured, to lord and lady gay,
The unpremeditated lay:
Old times were changed, old manners gone;
A stranger filled the Stuarts' throne;
The bigots of the iron time
Had called his harmless art a crime.
A wandering Harper, scorned and poor,
He begged his bread from door to door;
And tuned, to please a peasant's ear,
The harp a king had loved to hear.
He passed where Newark's stately tower
Looks out from Yarrow's birchen bower:
The Minstrel gazed with wishful eye,-
No humbler resting-place was nigh.
With hesitating step, at last,
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Whose ponderous grate and massy bar
Had oft rolled back the tide of war,
But never closed the iron door
Against the desolate and poor.
The Duchess marked his weary pace,
His timid mien, and reverend face,
And bade her page the menials tell,
That they should tend the old man well:
For she had known adversity,
Though born in such a high degree;
In pride of power, in beauty's bloom,
Had wept o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb!
When kindness had his wants supplied,
And the old man was gratified,
Began to rise his minstrel pride:
And he began to talk anon
Of good Earl Francis, dead and gone;
And of Earl Walter, -rest him God!
A braver ne'er to battle rode; -
And how full many a tale he knew
Of the old warriors of Buccleuch :
And would the noble Duchess deign
To listen to an old man's strain,
Though stiff his hands, his voice though weak,
He thought even yet, the sooth to speak,
That if she loved the harp to hear,
He could make music to her ear.
The humble boon was soon obtained:
The aged Minstrel audience gained.
But when he reached the room of state
Where she, with all her ladies, sate,
Perchance he wished his boon denied:
For when to tune his harp he tried,
His trembling hand had lost the ease
Which marks security to please;
And scenes, long past, of joy and pain,
Came wildering o'er his aged brain,-
He tried to tune his harp in vain!