Colchester for enough to buy them two or three suits such as those you take.”
There was in those days no distinctive dress worn by sailors. The captain went down into the little cabin forward and opened two lockers.
“There,” he said, “suit yourselves out of these. They are their best, for they thought that aught would do for mixing up with the mob in the city.”
So saying he went on deck again. The citizen's clothes were soon stripped off, and the lads dressed in those they took from the lockers, and in a few minutes they rejoined the skipper, looking like two young countrymen.
“That will do well,” he said, with a laugh. “Hob and Bill would scarce know their clothes again if they saw them on you. No, no,” he added, as Albert put his hand into his pouch, “there is no need for money, lads; they will be mightily content with the clothes you have left. Well, yes; I don't care if I do take a stoup of liquor. There is a tavern over there where they keep as good ale as you can find anywhere about here.”
After drinking a pint of beer with the honest skipper, they again went off to the Tower, and mingled in the crowd. It was easy to see that it was composed of two different sections—the one quiet and orderly, the men looking grave and somewhat anxious, as if feeling that it was a perilous enterprise upon which they were embarked, although still bent upon carrying it out; the other noisy and savage—the men from the jails, the scum of Canterbury and Rochester, and the mob of the city. Between these classes there was no sympathy, the one was bent only upon achieving their deliverance from serfdom, the other was solely influenced by a desire for plunder, and a thirst for the blood of those obnoxious to them. Presently there was a loud shout from the crowd as the drawbridge was lowered.
“Perhaps they are going to make a sally, Albert. If so, we had best make off to our lodgings, throw off these garments, and appear in our own.”
“'Tis the king!” Albert exclaimed; “and see, there is De Vere, the Earl of Kent, and other nobles riding behind him.”
“Yes; and there is your father. The king and those with him are without armour or arms; if they had seen as much as we have seen the last two days, they would scarce trust themselves in such a garb.”
A great shout arose as the boy king rode across the drawbridge. The lads noticed that the shout proceeded from the men who had hitherto been silent, and that the noisy portion of the crowd now held their peace. The king held up his hand for silence.
“My friends,” he said, in a loud, clear voice, “there is no room here for conference. Follow me to Mile End Fields, and I will then hear what you wish to say to me, and will do what I can to give you satisfaction.”
A great shout arose, and as the king rode off, most of the country people followed him. A great mob, however, still remained. These consisted principally of Wat the Tyler's following, who had ever been in the front in the doings that had taken place, together with the released malefactors and the town rabble. A few minutes after the king and his followers had left, there was a movement forward, and a moment later, with loud shouts, they began to pour across the drawbridge.
“What madness is this?” Edgar exclaimed. “There are twelve hundred men there, and yet no bow is bent. It must be treachery!”
“It may be that, Edgar; but more like, orders have been issued that none should shoot at the rioters or do them any harm, for were there any killed here it might cost the king his life.”
“That may be it,” Edgar muttered; “but come on, there is no saying what may happen.”
They were now near the drawbridge, for when a part of the gathering had left to follow the king, they had taken advantage of it to press forward towards the gates, and in a few minutes were inside the Tower. All was in confusion. The men-at-arms and archers remained immovable on the walls, while a crowd of well-nigh twenty thousand men poured into the Tower with shouts of “Death to the archbishop! Death to the treasurer!” Knowing their way better than others, Edgar and Albert ran at full speed towards the royal apartments. Finding themselves in a deserted passage they threw off their upper garments.
“Throw them in here,” Edgar said, opening a door; “they may be useful to us yet.”
Finding the king's chamber empty, they ran into the princess's apartment. The princess was sitting pale and trembling, surrounded by a group of ladies, among whom was Dame Agatha. A few gentlemen were gathered round. Just as the lads entered, Sir Robert Hales, the treasurer, ran in.
“Madam,” he said, “I beseech you order these gentlemen to sheathe their swords. Resistance is impossible. There are thousands upon thousands of these knaves, and were a sword drawn it would cost your life and that of all within the Tower. They have no ill-will against you, as they showed when you passed through them at Blackheath. I implore you, order all to remain quiet whatever happens, and it were best that all save your personal attendants dispersed to their apartments. Even the semblance of resistance might excite these people to madness, and serve as an excuse for the most atrocious deeds.”
“Disperse, I pray you, knights and ladies,” the princess said. “I order— nay, I implore you, lose not a moment.”
“Come,” Dame Agatha said, firmly, taking hold of Aline's hand; “and do you follow, my son, with Edgar.”
They hurried along the passages, one of which was that by which the lads had entered.
“Go on with them,” Edgar said to his friend; “I will follow in a moment. This is the room where we left our disguises.”
Running in he gathered the clothes, made them into a rough bundle, and then followed. He overtook his friends as they were mounting a staircase which led to a room in one of the turrets. As they reached the chamber, and the door closed behind them, Dame Agatha burst into tears.
“I have been in such anxiety about you both!” she exclaimed.
“We have fared well, mother,” Albert said; “but do you lose no moment of time. We have disguises here. I pray you put on the commonest garment that you have, you and Aline. If you can pass as servants of the palace, we can conduct you safely out of the crowd.”
Edgar ran up a narrow flight of stone stairs, at the top of which was a trap-door. He forced back the bolts and lifted it.
“Bring up the clothes, Albert,” he called down. “We will put them on while the ladies are changing, and we can watch from this platform what is doing without.”
They soon slipped on the countrymen's clothes over their own, and then looked out at the scene below. Every space between the buildings was crowded by the mob shouting and yelling. The garrison still stood immovable on the outer walls.
“You must be right, Albert. Even if there be some traitors among them there must also be some true men, and never would they stand thus impassive had not the strictest orders been laid upon them before the king's departure.”
In a minute or two they saw a number of men pour out, hauling along the Archbishop of Canterbury, Sir Robert Hales, the king's confessor, and four other gentlemen. Then with exulting shouts they dragged their prisoners to Tower Hill, and then forced them to kneel.
“They cannot be going to murder them!” Albert exclaimed with horror.
“That is surely their intent,” Edgar said, sternly. “Would that we were there with but a hundred men-at-arms. Assuredly there would be a stout fight before they had their way.”
“I cannot look on!” Albert exclaimed, hurrying to the other side of the platform as a man armed with a heavy sword faced the prisoners.
Edgar did not move, but stood gazing with scowling brow and clenched hand. Presently he turned.
“There is naught more to see, Albert. All are murdered! God assoil their souls.”
At this moment Dame Agatha called out from below that they were ready, and they ran down at once into the chamber. Dame Agatha and her daughter were both dressed in rough garments with hoods pulled over their faces, and might well have passed unnoticed as being the wife and daughter of some small trader, or superior domestics of the palace. Just as they were about to start they heard an uproar on the stairs below. The door had been already fastened.
“Best to open it,” Edgar said; “they would but break it in.”
Seven rough fellows, whose flushed faces showed that they had already been drinking, rushed into the room.
“Who have we here?” one shouted roughly. “Two wenches and two country lads. But what are all these fine clothes lying about; they must be nobles in disguise. We must take them down to Tyler and hear what he has to say
