'How now, sir knave,' said the Constable, raising himself on his elbow, from what drunken rhymer did you learn that half-witted satire?'
'From an old, ragged, crossgrained friend of mine, called Experience,' answered Vidal. 'I pray Heaven, he may never take your lordship, or any other worthy man, under his tuition.'
'Go to, fellow,' said the Constable, in reply; 'thou art one of those wiseacres, I warrant me, that would fain be thought witty, because thou canst make a jest of those things which wiser men hold worthy of most worship- the honour of men, and the truth of women. Dost thou call thyself a minstrel, and hast no tale of female fidelity?'
'I had right many a one, noble sir, but I laid them aside when I disused my practice of the jesting part of the Joyous Science. Nevertheless, if it pleases your nobleness to listen, I can sing you an established lay upon such a subject.'
De Lacy made a sign of acquiescence, and laid himself as if to slumber; while Vidal began one of those interminable and almost innumerable adventures concerning that paragon of true lovers, fair Ysolte; and of the constant and uninterrupted faith and affection which she displayed in numerous situations of difficulty and peril, to her paramour, the gallant Sir Tristrem, at the expense of her less favoured husband, the luckless King Mark of Cornwall; to whom, as all the world knows, Sir Tristrem was nephew.
This was not the lay of love and fidelity which De Lacy would have chosen; but a feeling like shame prevented his interrupting it, perhaps because he was unwilling to yield to or acknowledge the unpleasing sensations excited by the tenor of the tale. He soon fell asleep, or feigned to do so; and the harper, continuing for a time his monotonous chant, began at length himself to feel the influence of slumber; his words, and the notes which he continued to touch upon the harp, were broken and interrupted, and seemed to escape drowsily from his fingers and voice. At length the sounds ceased entirely, and the minstrel seemed to have sunk into profound repose, with his head reclining on his breast, and one arm dropped down by his side, while the other rested on his harp. His slumber, however, was not very long, and when he awoke from it, and cast his eyes around him, reconnoitering, by the light of the night-lamp, whatever was in the tent, he felt a heavy hand, which pressed his shoulder as if gently to solicit his attention. At the same time the voice of the vigilant Philip Guarine whispered in his ear, 'Thine office for the night is ended—depart to thine own quarters with all the silence thou mayst.'
The minstrel wrapt himself in his cloak without reply, though perhaps not without feeling some resentment at a dismissal so unceremonious.
CHAPTER THE TWENTY-FIRST.
Oh! then I see Queen Mab has been with you.
The subject on which the mind has last been engaged at night is apt to occupy our thoughts even during slumber, when Imagination, uncorrected by the organs of sense, weaves her own fantastic web out of whatever ideas rise at random in the sleeper. It is not surprising, therefore, that De Lacy in his dreams had some confused idea of being identified with the unlucky Mark of Cornwall; and that he awakened from such unpleasant visions with a brow more clouded than when he was preparing for his couch on the evening before. He was silent, and seemed lost in thought, while his squire assisted at his levee with the respect now only paid to sovereigns. 'Guarine,' at length he said, 'know you the stout Fleming, who was said to have borne him so well at the siege of the Garde Doloureuse?—a tall, big, brawny man.'
'Surely, my lord,' answered his squire; 'I know Wilkin Flammock—I saw him but yesterday.'
'Indeed!' replied the Constable—'Here, meanest thou?—In this city of Gloucester?'
'Assuredly, my good lord. He came hither partly about his merchandise, partly, I think, to see his daughter Rose, who is in attendance on the gracious young Lady Eveline.'
'He is a stout soldier, is he not?'
'Like most of his kind—a rampart to a castle, but rubbish in the field,' said the Norman squire.
'Faithful, also, is he not?' continued the Constable.
'Faithful as most Flemings, while you can pay for their faith,' replied Guarine, wondering a little at the unusual interest taken in one whom he esteemed a being of an inferior order; when, after some farther inquiries, the Constable ordered the Fleming's attendance to be presently commanded.
Other business of the morning now occurred, (for his speedy departure required many arrangements to be hastily adopted,) when, as the Constable was giving audience to several officers of his troops, the bulky figure of Wilkin Flammock was seen at the entrance of the pavilion, in jerkin of white cloth, and having only a knife by his side.
'Leave the tent, my masters,' said De Lacy, 'but continue in attendance in the neighbourhood; for here comes one I must speak to in private.' The officers withdrew, and the Constable and Fleming were left alone. 'You are Wilkin Mammock, who fought well against the Welsh at the Garde Doloureuse?'
'I did my best, my lord,' answered Wilkin—'I was bound to it by my bargain; and I hope ever to act like a man of credit.'
'Methinks' said the Constable, 'that you, so stout of limb, and, as I hear, so bold in spirit, might look a little higher than this weaving trade of thine.'
'No one is reluctant to mend his station, my lord,' said Wilkin; 'yet I am so far from complaining of mine, that I would willingly consent it should never be better, on condition I could be assured it were never worse.'
'Nay, but, Flammock,' said the Constable, 'I mean higher things for you than your modesty apprehends—I mean to leave thee in a charge of great trust.'
'Let it concern bales of drapery, my lord, and no one will perform it better,' said the Fleming.
'Away! thou art too lowly minded,' said the Constable. 'What think'st thou of being dubbed knight, as thy valour well deserves, and left as Chattelain of the Garde Doloureuse?'
'For the knighthood, my lord, I should crave your forgiveness; for it would sit on me like a gilded helmet on a hog. For any charge, whether of castle or cottage, I trust I might discharge it as well as another.'
'I fear me thy rank must be in some way mended,' said the Constable, surveying the unmilitary dress of the figure before him; 'it is at present too mean to befit the protector and guardian of a young lady of high birth and rank.'
'I the guardian of a young lady of birth and rank!' said Flammock, his light large eyes turning larger, lighter, and rounder as he spoke.
'Even thou,' said the Constable. 'The Lady Eveline proposes to take up her residence in her castle of the Garde Doloureuse. I have been casting about to whom I may intrust the keeping of her person as well as of the stronghold. Were I to choose some knight of name, as I have many in my household, he would be setting about to do deeds of vassalage upon the Welsh, and engaging himself in turmoils, which would render the safety of the
