Unaware of his departure, Marmaduke, whose back was turned to him, was, as he fondly imagined, enlightening his host with much soldier-like learning as to the old helmets and weapons that graced the hall. Certes, my host, said he, musingly, that sort of casque, which has not, I opine, been worn this century, had its merits; the vizor is less open to the arrows. But as for these chain suits, they suited onlyI venture, with due deference, to declarethe Wars of the Crusades, where the enemy fought chiefly with dart and scymetar. They would be but a sorry defence against the mace and battle-axe; nevertheless, they were light for man and horse, and in some service, especially against foot, might be revived with advantage. Think you not so?
He turned, and saw the arch face of Sibyll.
I crave pardon for my blindness, gentle damsel, said he, in some confusion, but your father was here anon.
His mornings are so devoted to labour, answered Sibyll, that he entreats you to pardon his discourtesy. Meanwhile if you would wish to breathe the air, we have a small garden in the rear; and so saying, she led the way into the small withdrawing-room, or rather closet, which was her own favourite chamber, and which communicated, by another door, with a broad, neglected grassplot, surrounded by high walls, having a raised terrace in front, divided by a low stone Gothic palisade from the green sward.
On the palisade sat droopingly, and half asleep, a solitary peacock; but when Sibyll and the stranger appeared at the door, he woke up suddenly, descended from his height, and with a vanity not wholly unlike his young mistresss wish to make the best possible display in the eyes of a guest, spread his plumes broadly in the sun. Sibyll threw him some bread, which she had taken from the table for that purpose; but the proud bird, however hungry, disdained to eat, till he had thoroughly satisfied himself that his glories had been sufficiently observed.
Poor proud one, said Sibyll, half to herself, thy plumage lasts with thee through all changes.
Like the name of a brave knight, said Marmaduke, who overheard her.
Thou thinkest of the career of arms.
Surely,I am a Nevile!
Is there no fame to be won but that of a warrior?
Not that I weet of, or heed for, Mistress Sibyll.
Thinkest thou it were nothing to be a minstrel, who gave delight; a scholar, who dispelled darkness?
For the scholar? Certes, I respect holy Mother Church, which they tell me alone produces that kind of wonder with full safety to the soul, and that only in the higher prelates and dignitaries. For the minstrel, I love him, I would fight for him, I would give him at need the last penny in my gipsire; but it is better to do deeds than to sing them.
Sibyll smiled, and the smile perplexed and half displeased the young adventurer. But the fire of the young man had its charm.
By degrees, as they walked to and fro the neglected terrace, their talk flowed free and familiar; for Marmaduke, like most young men full of himself, was joyous with the happy egotism of a frank and careless nature. He told his young confidante of a day his birth, his history, his hopes, and fears; and in return he learned, in answer to the questions he addressed to her, so much, at least, of her past and present life, as the reverses of her father, occasioned by costly studies, her own brief sojourn at the court of Margaret, and the solitude, if not the struggles, in which her youth was consumed. It would have been a sweet and grateful sight to some kindly bystander to hear these pleasant communications between two young persons so unfriended, and to imagine that hearts thus opened to each other might unite in one. But Sibyll, though she listened to him with interest, and found a certain sympathy in his aspirations, was ever and anon secretly comparing him to one, the charm of whose voice still lingered in her ears; and her intellect, cultivated and acute, detected in Marmaduke deficient education, and that limited experience which is the folly and the happiness of the young.
On the other hand, whatever admiration Nevile might conceive was strangely mixed with surprise, and, it might almost be said, with fear. This girl, with her wise converse and her childs face, was a character so thoroughly new to him. Her language was superior to what he had ever heard, the words more choice, the current more flowing: was that to be attributed to her court-training or her learned parentage?
Your father, fair mistress, said he, rousing himself in one of the pauses of their conversationyour father, then, is a mighty scholar, and I suppose knows Latin like English?
Why, a hedge-priest pretends to know Latin, said Sibyll, smiling; my father is one of the six men living who have learned the Greek and the Hebrew.
Gramercy! cried Marmaduke, crossing himself. That is awsome indeed! He has taught you his lere in the tongues?
Nay, I know but my own and the French; my mother was a native of France.
The Holy Mother be praised! said Marmaduke, breathing more freely; for French I have heard my father and uncle say is a language fit for gentles and knights, specially those who come, like the Neviles, from Norman stock. This Margaret of Anjoudidst thou love her well, Mistress Sibyll?
Nay, answered Sibyll, Margaret commanded awe, but she scarcely permitted love from an inferior: and though gracious and well-governed when she so pleased, it was but to those whom she wished to win. She cared not for the heart, if the hand or the brain could not assist her. But, poor queen, who could blame her for this?her nature was turned from its milk; and, when, more lately, I have heard how many she trusted most have turned against her, I rebuked myself that
Thou wert not by her side? added the Nevile, observing her pause, and with the generous thought of a gentleman and a soldier.
Nay, I meant not that so expressly, Master Nevile, but rather that I had ever murmured at her haste and shrewdness of mood. By her side, said you?alas! I have a nearer duty at home; my father is all in this world to me! Thou knowest not, Master Nevile, how it flatters the weak to think there is some one they can protect. But eno of myself. Thou wilt go to the stout earl, thou wilt pass to the court, thou wilt win the gold spurs, and thou wilt fight with the strong hand, and leave others to cozen with the keen head.
She is telling my fortune! muttered Marmaduke, crossing himself again. The gold spursI thank thee, Mistress Sibyll!will it be on the battle-field that I shall be knighted, and by whose hand?
Sibyll glanced her bright eye at the questioner, and seeing his wistful face, laughed outright.
What, thinkest thou, Master Nevile, I can read thee all riddles without my sieve and my shears?
They are essentials, then, Mistress Sibyll? said the Nevile, with blunt simplicity. I thought ye more learned damozels might tell by the palm, or thewhy dost thou laugh at me?
Nay, answered Sibyll, composing herself. It is my right to be angered. Sith thou wouldst take me to be a witch, all that I can tell thee of thy future (she added touchingly) is from that which I have seen of thy past. Thou hast a brave heart, and a gentle; thou hast a frank tongue, and a courteous; and these qualities make men honoured and loved,except they have the gifts which turn all into gall, and bring oppression for honour, and hate for love.
And those gifts, gentle Sibyll?
Are my fathers, answered the girl, with another and a sadder change in her expressive countenance. And the conversation flagged till Marmaduke, feeling more weakened by his loss of blood than he had conceived it possible, retired to his chamber to repose himself.
CHAPTER VI. MASTER MARMADUKE NEVILE FEARS FOR THE SPIRITUAL WEAL OF HIS HOST AND HOSTESS
Before the hour of supper, which was served at six oclock, Nicholas Alwyn arrived at the house indicated to him by Madge. Marmaduke, after a sound sleep, which was little flattering to Sibylls attractions, had descended to the hall in search of the maiden and his host, and finding no one, had sauntered in extreme weariness and impatience into the little withdrawing-closet, where as it was now dusk, burned a single candle in a melancholy and rustic sconce; standing by the door that opened on the garden, he amused himself with watching the peacock, when his friend, following Madge into the chamber, tapped him on the shoulder.
Well, Master Nevile. Ha! by Saint Thomas, what has chanced to thee? Thine arm swathed up, thy locks shorn, thy face blanched! My honoured foster-brother, thy Westmoreland blood seems over-hot for Cockaigne!
If so, there are plenty in this city of cut-throats to let out the surplusage, returned Marmaduke; and he briefly related his adventure to Nicholas.
When he had done, the kind trader reproached himself for having suffered Marmaduke to find his way alone. The suburbs abound with these miscreants, said he; and there is more danger in a night walk near London than in the loneliest glens of green Sherwoodmore shame to the city! An I be Lord Mayor one of these days, I will look to it better. But our civil wars make men hold human life very cheap, and theres parlous little care from the great of the blood and limbs of the wayfarers. But war makes thievesand peace hangs them! Only wait till I manage affairs!
Many thanks to thee, Nicholas, returned the Nevile; but foul befall me if ever I seek protection from sheriff or mayor! A man who cannot keep his own life with his own right hand merits well to hap-lose it; and I, for one, shall think ill of the day when an Englishman looks more to the laws than his good arm for his safety; but, letting this pass, I beseech thee to avise me if my Lord Warwick be still in the city?
Yes, marry, I know that by the hostelries, which swarm with his badges, and the oxen, that go in scores to the shambles! It is a shame to the Estate to see one subject so great, and it bodes no good to our peace. The earl is preparing the most magnificent embassage that ever crossed the salt seasI would it were not to the French, for our interests lie contrary; but thou hast some days yet to rest here and grow stout, for I would not have thee present thyself with a visage of chalk to a man who values his kind mainly by their thews and their sinews. Moreover, thou shouldst send for the tailor, and get thee trimmed to the mark. It would be a long step in thy path to promotion, an the earl would take thee in his train; and the gaudier thy plumes, why, the better chance for thy flight. Wherefore, since thou sayest they are thus friendly to thee under this roof, bide yet a while peacefully; I will send thee the mercer, and the clothier, and the tailor, to divert thy impatience. And as these fellows are greedy, my gentle and dear Master Nevile, may I ask, without offence, how thou art provided?
Nay, nay, I have moneys at the hostelrie, an thou wilt send me my mails. For the rest, I like thy advice, and will take it.
Good! answered Nicholas. Hem! thou seemest to have got into a poor house,a decayed gentleman, I wot, by the slovenly ruin!
I would that were the worst, replied Marmaduke, solemnly, and under his breath; and therewith he repeated to Nicholas the adventure on the pastime-ground, the warnings of the timbrel-girls, and the awsome learning and strange pursuits of his host. As for Sibyll, he was evidently inclined to attribute to glamour the reluctant admiration with which she had inspired him. For, said he, though I deny not that the maid is passing fair, there be many with rosier cheeks, and taller by this hand!
Nicholas listened, at first, with the peculiar expression of shrewd sarcasm which mainly characterized his intelligent face, but his attention grew more earnest before Marmaduke had concluded.
In regard to the maiden, said he, smiling and shaking his head, it is not always the handsomest that win us the most,while fair Meg went a maying, black Meg got to church; and I give thee more reasonable warning than thy timbrel-girls, when, in spite of thy cold language, I bid thee take care of thyself against her attractions; for, verily, my dear foster-brother, thou must mend and not mar thy fortune, by thy love matters; and keep thy heart whole for some fair one with marks in her gipsire, whom the earl may find out for thee. Love and raw pease are two ill things in the porridge-pot. But the father!I mind me now that I have heard of his name, through my friend Master Caxton, the mercer, as one of prodigious skill in the mathematics. I should like much to see him, and, with thy leave (an he ask me), will tarry to supper. But what are these?and Nicholas took up one of the illuminated manuscripts which Sibyll had prepared for sale. By the blood! this is couthly and marvellously blazoned.
The book was still in his hands when Sibyll entered. Nicholas stared at her, as he bowed with a stiff and ungraceful embarrassment, which often at first did injustice to his bold, clear intellect, and his perfect self-possession in matters of trade or importance.
The first woman face, muttered Nicholas to himself, I ever saw that had the sense of a mans. And, by the rood, what a smile!
Is this thy friend, Master Nevile? said Sibyll, with a glance at the goldsmith. He is welcome. But is it fair and courteous, Master Nelwyn
Alwyn, an it please you, fair mistress. A humble name, but good Saxon,which, I take it, Nelwyn is not, interrupted Nicholas.
Master Alwyn, forgive me; but can I forgive thee so readily for thy espial of my handiwork, without license or leave?
Yours, comely mistress! exclaimed Nicholas, opening his eyes, and unheeding the gay rebukewhy, this is a master-hand. My Lord Scalesnay, the Earl of Worcester himselfhath scarce a finer in all his amassment.
Well, I forgive thy fault for thy flattery; and I pray thee, in my fathers name, to stay and sup with thy friend. Nicholas bowed low, and still riveted his eyes on the book with such open admiration, that Marmaduke thought it right to excuse his abstraction; but there was something in that admiration which raised the spirits of Sibyll, which gave her hope when hope was well-nigh gone; and she became so vivacious, so debonair, so charming, in the flow of a gayety natural to her, and very uncommon with English maidens, but which she took partly, perhaps, from her French blood, and partly from the example of girls and maidens of French extraction in Margarets court, that Nicholas Alwyn thought he had never seen any one so irresistible. Madge had now served the evening meal, put in her head to announce it, and Sibyll withdrew to summon her father.
I trust he will not tarry too long, for I am sharp set! muttered Marmaduke. What thinkest thou of the damozel?
Marry, answered Alwyn, thoughtfully, I pity and marvel at her. There is eno in her to furnish forth twenty court beauties. But what good can so much wit and cunning do to an honest maiden?