The Betrothed

'Methinks, banner-man,' answered Amelot, 'you should take the ruling of the troop, since you know so fittingly what should be done. You may be the fitter to command, because—But I will not upbraid you.'

'Because I know so ill how to obey,' replied Genvil; 'that is what you would say; and, by my faith, I cannot deny but there may be some truth in it. But is it not peevish in thee to let a fair expedition be unwisely conducted, because of a foolish word or a sudden action?—Come, let it be peace with us.'

'With all my heart,' answered Amelot; 'and I will send out an advanced party upon the adventure, as thou hast advised me.'

'Let it be old Stephen Pontoys and two of the Chester spears—he is as wily as an old fox, and neither hope nor fear will draw him a hairbreadth farther than judgment warrants.'

Amelot eagerly embraced the hint, and, at his command, Pontoys and two lances started forward to reconnoitre the road before them, and inquire into the condition of those whom they were advancing to succour. 'And now that we are on the old terms, Sir Page,' said the banner-man, 'tell me, if thou canst, doth not yonder fair lady love our handsome knight par amours?'

'It is a false calumny,' said Amelot, indignantly; 'betrothed as she is to his uncle, I am convinced she would rather die than have such a thought, and so would our master. I have noted this heretical belief in thee before now, Genvil, and I have prayed thee to check it. You know the thing cannot be, for you know they have scarce ever met.'

'How should I know that,' said Genvil, 'or thou either? Watch them ever so close—much water slides past the mill that Hob Miller never wots of. They do correspond; that, at least, thou canst not deny?'

'I do deny it,' said Amelot, 'as I deny all that can touch their honour.'

'Then how, in Heaven's name, comes he by such perfect knowledge of her motions, as he has displayed no longer since than the morning?'

'How should I tell?' answered the page; 'there be such things, surely, as saints and good angels, and if there be one on earth deserves their protection, it is Dame Eveline Berenger.'

'Well said, Master Counsel-keeper,' replied Genvil, laughing; 'but that will hardly pass on an old trooper.— Saint and angels, quotha? most saint-like doings, I warrant you.'

The page was about to continue his angry vindication, when Stephen Pontoys and his followers returned upon the spur. 'Wenlock holds out bravely,' he exclaimed, 'though he is felly girded in with these boors. The large crossbows are doing good service; and I little doubt his making his place good till we come up, if it please you to ride something sharply. They have assailed the barriers, and were close up to them even now, but were driven back with small success.'

The party were now put in as rapid motion as might consist with order, and soon reached the top of a small eminence, beneath which lay the village where Wenlock was making his defence. The air rung with the cries and shouts of the insurgents, who, numerous as bees, and possessed of that dogged spirit of courage so peculiar to the English, thronged like ants to the barriers, and endeavoured to break down the palisades, or to climb over them, in despite of the showers of stones and arrows from within, by which they suffered great loss, as well as by the swords and battle-axes of the men-at-arms, whenever they came to hand-blows.

'We are in time, we are in time,' said Amelot, dropping the reins of his bridle, and joyfully clapping his hands; 'shake thy banner abroad, Genvil—give Wenlock and his fellows a fair view of it.— Comrades, halt— breathe your horses for a moment.—Hark hither, Genvil—If we descend by yonder broad pathway into the meadow where the cattle are—' 'Bravo, my young falcon' replied Genvil, whose love of battle, like that of the war-horse of Job, kindled at the sight of the spears, and at the sound of the trumpet; 'we shall have then an easy field for a charge on yonder knaves.'

'What a thick black cloud the villains make' said Amelot; 'but we will let daylight through it with our lances —See, Genvil, the defenders hoist a signal to show they have seen us.'

'A signal to us?' exclaimed Genvil. 'By Heaven, it is a white flag—a signal of surrender!'

'Surrender! they cannot dream of it, when we are advancing to their succour,' replied Amelot; when two or three melancholy notes from the trumpets of the besieged, with a thundering and tumultuous acclamation from the besiegers, rendered the fact indisputable.

'Down goes Wenlock's pennon,' said Genvil, 'and the churls enter the barricades on all points.—Here has been cowardice or treachery—What is to be done?'

'Advance on them,' said Amelot, 'retake the place, and deliver the prisoners.'

'Advance, indeed!' answered the banner-man—'Not a horse's length by my counsel—we should have every nail in our corslets counted with arrow-shot, before we got down the hill in the face of such a multitude and the place to storm afterwards—it were mere insanity.'

'Yet come a little forward along with me,' said the page; 'perhaps we may find some path by which we could descend unperceived.'

Accordingly they rode forward a little way to reconnoitre the face of the hill, the page still urging the possibility of descending it unperceived amid the confusion, when Genvil answered impatiently, 'Unperceived!-you are already perceived—here comes a fellow, pricking towards us as fast as his beast may trot.'

As he spoke, the rider came up to them. He was a short, thick-set peasant, in an ordinary frieze jacket and hose, with a blue cap on his head, which he had been scarcely able to pull over a shock head of red hair, that seemed in arms to repel the covering. The man's hands were bloody, and he carried at his saddlebow a linen bag, which was also stained with blood. 'Ye be of Damian de Lacy's company, be ye not?' said this rude messenger; and, when they answered in the affirmative, he proceeded with the same blunt courtesy, 'Hob Miller of Twyford commends him to Damian de Lacy, and knowing his purpose to amend disorders in the commonwealth, Hob Miller sends him toll of the grist which he has grinded;' and with that he took from the bag a human head, and tendered it to Amelot.

'It is Wenlock's head,' said Genvil—'how his eyes stare!'

'They will stare after no more wenches now,' said the boor—'I have cured him of caterwauling.'

'Thou!' said Amelot, stepping back in disgust and indignation.

'Yes, I myself,' replied the peasant; 'I am Grand Justiciary of the Commons, for lack of a better.'

'Grand hangman, thou wouldst say,' replied Genvil.

'Call it what thou list,' replied the peasant. 'Truly, it behoves men in state to give good example. I'll bid no man do that I am not ready to do myself. It is as easy to hang a man, as to say hang him; we will have no splitting of offices in this new world, which is happily set up in old England.'

'Wretch!' said Amelot, 'take back thy bloody token to them that sent thee! Hadst thou not come upon assurance, I had pinned thee to the earth with my lance—But, be assured, your cruelty shall be fearfully avenged.—Come, Genvil, let us to our men; there is no farther use in abiding here.'

The fellow, who had expected a very different reception, stood staring after them for a few moments, then replaced his bloody trophy in the wallet, and rode back to those who sent him.

'This comes of meddling with men's amourettes,' said Genvil; 'Sir Damian would needs brawl with Wenlock about his dealings with this miller's daughter, and you see they account him a favourer of their enterprise; it will be well if others do not take up the same opinion.—I wish we were rid of the trouble which such suspicions may bring upon us—ay, were it at the price of my best horse—I am like to lose him at any rate with the day's hard service, and I would it were the worst it is to cost us.'

The party returned, wearied and discomforted, to the castle of the Garde Doloureuse, and not without losing several of their number by the way, some straggling owing to the weariness of their horses, and others taking the opportunity of desertion, in order to join the bands of insurgents and plunderers, who had now gathered together in different quarters, and were augmented by recruits from the dissolute soldiery.

Amelot, on his return to the castle, found that the state of his master was still very precarious, and that the Lady Eveline, though much exhausted, had not yet retired to rest, but was awaiting his return with impatience. He was introduced to her accordingly, and, with a heavy heart, mentioned the ineffectual event of his expedition.

'Now the saints have pity upon us!' said the Lady Eveline; 'for it seems as if a plague or pest attached to me, and extended itself to all who interest themselves in my welfare. From the moment they do so, their very virtues become snares to them; and what would, in every other case, recommend them to honour, is turned to destruction to the friends of Eveline Berenger.'

'Fear not, fair lady,' said Amelot; 'there are still men enough in my master's camp to put down these disturbers of the public peace. I will but abide to receive his instructions, and will hence to- morrow, and draw out