Forest Days: A Romance of Old Times
By that single hold which the fingers seemed to have of the wall, the
body was again swung up till the knee and the hand met, and the left
arm was stretched out towards the sill of the casement above.
Although the figure appeared to be humpbacked and, consequently, in
that respect unlike the dwarf, Tangel, Hugh de Monthermer could not
doubt that it was he, and, reaching down as far as possible, he
whispered, "Take my hand, Tangel!"
In an instant the long, thin, monkey-like fingers of the dwarf clasped
round his, as if they had been an iron vice, and with a bound that
nearly threw the stout young soldier off his balance, Tangel sprang
through the window into the room.
"Ha, ha!" said he, in a low tone, "who can keep out Tangel?"
"No one, it seems, my good boy," answered Hugh, "but what come you here
for? I fear I cannot descend as you have mounted."
"Here, help me off with my burden," rejoined the boy, "and thou wilt
soon see what I come for. But we must whisper like mice, for tyrants
have sharper ears than hares, and keener eyes than cats. Here's a
priest's gown and a hood for thee, and a chorister's cope for Tangel.
Thou art just the height of the king's confessor, and I shalt pass for
his pouncet-bearer. Here's a ladder, too, not much thicker than a
spider's web, but strong enough to bear up the fat friar of
Barnesdale."
The feelings of Hugh de Monthermer, at that moment, must be conceived
by the reader, for I will not attempt to describe them. Life, liberty,
hope, were before him; and the transition was as great from despair to
joy as it had lately been from happiness to grief. He caught the poor
dwarf in his arms, saying, "If I live, boy, I will reward thee. If I
die, thy heart must do it."
"No thanks to me," replied Tangel, in a somewhat trembling voice, "no
thanks to me, good knight. It is all Robin's doing, though I was glad
enough to have finger in the pie, and he, great cart horse, could no
more climb up that wall than he could leap over Lincoln Church. But,
come, come, fix these hooks to the window--get the gown over thee, and
then let us look out for the sentinel--he will pass again before we
have all ready."
"But there are sentries in the outer court, too," said Hugh de
Monthermer. "How shall we manage, if we meet with any of them?"
"Give them the word," said Tangel. "I waited, clinging as close to the
wall as ivy to an old tower, till I heard the round pass, and the word
given. It was 'The three leopards.' But there he goes now--let us
away--quick!--he will soon be back again!"
Letting the ladder, made of silken rope, gently down from the window,
Hugh bade the dwarf go first, but Tangel replied, "No, no, I will come
after, and bring the ladder with me. I have got my own staircase on the
four daggers that I fixed into the crevices. Go down, holy father, go
down, and if that book be a breviary take it with you."
"It may serve as such," said Hugh; "but, ere I go, let me leave them a
message;" and, taking a piece of half-charred wood from the fire, he
wrote a few words with it upon the wall. Then approaching the window he
issued forth, and descended easily and rapidly to the battlements.
The dwarf seemed to have some difficulty in unfastening the hooks of
the ladder, however, for he did not follow so quickly as Hugh expected;
and, whether the sentinel had turned before he got fully to the end of
his beat, or his pace was more rapid than before, I know not, but, ere
the boy began to descend, the soldier's steps were heard coming round
from the other angle of the wall. Hugh gave a quick glance up to the
window in the tower, and saw that the dwarf was aware of the sentry's
approach, and also that the ladder hung so close to the building as not
to be perceptible without near examination. His mind was made up in an
instant; and, folding his arms upon his chest, he drew the hood farther
over his face, and walked on to meet the sentinel, with a slow pace,
and his eyes bent upon the ground.
The moment the soldier turned the angle, and saw him, he exclaimed,
"Who goes there? Stand! Give the word!"
"The three leopards," replied Hugh, in a calm tone.
"Pass," cried the sentinel. "Your blessing, holy father! This is a dark
night."
"Dominus vobiscum," replied Hugh; "it is dark, indeed, my son. But no
nights are dark to the eye of God;" and turning with the sentinel on
his round, he added, in a loud tone, as they passed immediately under
the window, "You did not see my boy upon your round, did you! He was to
come hither with the books; but, marry, he is a truant knave, and is
doubtless loitering with the pages in the King's ante-room."
"I saw him not, holy father," said the soldier. "Is the King still up?"
"Ay, is he," answered Hugh, "and will be for this hour to come." And on
he walked by the side of the man till they were out of sight of the
window.
"The boy is marvellous long in coming," observed the pretended priest.
"Shall we turn back and see, good father?" asked the soldier.
"Oh, no!" replied Hugh; "this is the way he should come; for he has to
pass round by the court, you know; unless, indeed, he goes up the steps
at the other side." Just as he spoke, the sound of quick feet following
was heard, and the sentry turned sharply once more, exclaiming, "Who
goes there?"
"The three leopards," said a childish voice, very unlike that of
Tangel, but Tangel it proved to be, dressed in his white cope and hood,
and bearing a small bundle beneath his arm.
"Thou hast been playing truant," cried the knight, "and shalt do
penance for this."
But he did not venture to carry far his pretended reprimand, lest some
mistake between him and Tangel might discover the deceit; and walking
on by the side of the sentinel to the top of the flight of steps which
led down into the great court close by another of the towers; he there
wished him good night, giving him a blessing in a solemn tone.
The guard at the bottom of the stone stairs heard the conversation
between his comrade and the seeming priest above, and without even
asking the word walked on beside the young knight and the dwarf, and
passed them to the sentry at the gate.
The large wooden door under the archway was ajar, while several of the
soldiery were loitering without, telling rude tales of love to some of
the fair girls of Nottingham, who had ventured upon the drawbridge,
even at that late hour, to lose their time and reputation (if they had
any) with the men-at-arms; for human nature and its follies were the
same, or very nearly the same then as now. At the end of the
drawbridge, however, was a sentinel with his partizan in his hand,
taking sufficient part in the merriment of the others, notwithstanding
his being on duty, to make him start forward in alarm at the sound of a
step, and show his alertness by lowering his weapon and fiercely
demanding the word. Hugh gave it at once; adding, in a quiet tone.
"Ought you not to be more upon your guard, my son, against those who
come in than those who go out?"
"Pass on, and mind your own business, Sir Priest!" replied the sentry,
who was not a very reverent son of the church. "These knaves in their
black gowns," he murmured, "would have no one speak to a pretty lass
but themselves."
Hugh had continued to advance, and he certainly did not now pause to
discuss the question of duty with the soldier, but hastened into the
town through a great part of which it was absolutely necessary to pass,
and then through the dark streets of Nottingham, descending the hill
rapidly, and breathing lighter at every step.
"Hark!" he said at length, speaking to the boy in a low tone. "Do you
not hear people following!"
"It is likely," replied the dwarf; "I am not alone in Nottingham. We
may have some difficulty at the gates, however; for the warder at the
tower is as surly as a bear, and though we all know him well, yet it is
a robe of cendal to a kersey jerkin he refuses to get up and turn the
key."
In another minute the question was put to the proof the boy running
forward to the town gate, and knocking at the low door under the arch.
At first there was no answer whatsoever, and the dwarf, after knocking
again, shouted loudly. "Ho, Matthew Pole! Matthew Pole! open the door
for a reverend father, who is going forth to shrive a sick man."
"To shrive a harlot, or a barrel of sack!" grumbled an angry voice from
within. "I will get up for none of ye; and if I did, I could not open
the gate wide enough at this hour of the night for the fat friar of
Barnesdale to roll his belly out."
"'Tis neither he of Barnesdale nor Tuck either," cried the boy, "but a
holy priest come from the castle."
"Then he had better go back whence he came," replied the warder. "Get
you gone, or I will throw that over thee which will soil thy garments
for many a day. Get thee gone, I say, and let me sleep, till these foul
revelling lords come down from the castle, who go out every night to
lie at Lamley."
A noise of prancing horses, and of eager voices, was heard the moment
after coming rapidly down the hill; and Hugh de Monthermer, putting his
hand under his black robe, seized the hilt of the anelace, or sharp
knife, which had been accidentally left with him when his sword was
taken away.
"I will sell my life dearly," he said, speaking to the dwarf.
"Stand in the dark," whispered Tangel, "and they will not see
you;--these are the Lords who sleep out of the town."
Hugh de Monthermer had scarcely time to draw back when a troop of
horsemen, who had in fact left the castle before him, came down to the
gate having followed the highway, while he had taken a shorter cut by
some of the many flights of steps of which the good town of Nottingham
was full.
"What ho!" cried a voice, which the young lord recognised right well.
"Open the gate. Are you the warder's boy?"
"No, please you, noble lord," replied Tangel. "And I cannot make old
surly Matthew Pole draw a bolt or turn a key, although he knows we are
in haste."
"What ho! open the gate," repeated the voice in a loud tone. "How know
you that I am a noble lord, my man?"
"Because you sit your horse like the Earl of Mortimer," answered the
boy.
"You may say so, indeed," said the other, laughing. "But who is that
under the arch?"
"That is my uncle," replied Tangel, "the good priest of Pierrepont. He
is going to shrive the man that fell over the rock, as your lordship
knows, just at sun-down."
"I know nothing about him," exclaimed Mortimer; "but I do know, that if
this warder come not forth, his thrift shall be a short one. Go in,
Jenkin, and slit me his ears with thy knife till they be the shape of a
cur's,--Ha! here he comes at length. How now, warder! How dare you keep
me waiting here? By the Lord, I am minded to hang thee over the gate."
The burly old man grumbled forth something about his lanthorn having
gone out; and then added, in a louder tone, "I did not expect you, my
lord, so soon, to-night. You are wont to be an hour later."
"Ay, but we have some sharp business at daybreak to-morrow," cried
Mortimer; "so we must be a-bed by times."
Slowly, and as if unwillingly, the warder drew down the large oak bar,
saying, "You must give the word, my lord."
"The three leopards," replied Mortimer. "Come, quick, open the gate,
or, by my halidome, it shall be worse for you."
With provoking slowness, however, the old man undid bolt after bolt,
and then threw wide the heavy wooden valves; and, without further
question, the train of Mortimer rode out, his very robes brushing
against Hugh de Monthermer as he passed. The young knight and the boy
followed slowly; and before the gates could be closed again, coming
rapidly from the neighbouring streets, several other men on foot issued