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?
That is exactly my own thought, said Marmaduke; and both the young men sunk into silence, till Sibyll re-entered with her father.
To the surprise of Marmaduke, Nicholas Alwyn, whose less gallant manner he was inclined to ridicule, soon contrived to rouse their host from his lethargy, and to absorb all the notice of Sibyll; and the surprise was increased, when he saw that his friend appeared not unfamiliar with those abstruse and mystical sciences in which Adam was engaged.
What! said Adam, you know, then, my deft and worthy friend Master Caxton! He hath seen notable things abroad
Which, he more than hints, said Nicholas, will lower the value of those manuscripts this fair damozel has so couthly enriched; and that he hopes, ere long, to show the Englishers how to make fifty, a hundred,nay even five hundred exemplars of the choicest book, in a much shorter time than a scribe would take in writing out two or three score pages in a single copy.
Verily, said Marmaduke, with a smile of compassion, the poor man must be somewhat demented; for I opine that the value of such curiosities must be in their rarity; and who would care for a book, if five hundred others had precisely the same?allowing always, good Nicholas, for thy friends vaunting and over-crowing. Five hundred! Byr Lady, there would be scarcely five hundred fools in merry England to waste good nobles on spoilt rags, specially while bows and mail are so dear.
Young gentleman, said Adam, rebukingly, meseemeth that thou wrongest our age and country, to the which, if we have but peace and freedom, I trust the birth of great discoveries is ordained. Certes, Master Alwyn, he added, turning to the goldsmith, this achievement maybe readily performed, and hath existed, I heard an ingenious Fleming say years ago, for many ages amongst a strange people [Query, the Chinese?] known to the Venetians! But dost thou think there is much appetite among those who govern the State to lend encouragement to such matters?
My master serves my Lord Hastings, the kings chamberlain, and my lord has often been pleased to converse with me, so that I venture to say, from my knowledge of his affection to all excellent craft and lere, that whatever will tend to make men wiser will have his countenance and favour with the king.
That is it, that is it! exclaimed Adam, rubbing his hands. My invention shall not die!
And that invention
Is one that will multiply exemplars of books without hands; works of craft without prentice or journeyman; will move wagons and litters without horses; will direct ships without sails; willBut, alack! it is not yet complete, and, for want of means, it never may be.
Sibyll still kept her animated countenance fixed on Alwyn, whose intelligence she had already detected, and was charmed with the profound attention with which he listened. But her eye glancing from his sharp features to the handsome, honest face of the Nevile, the contrast was so forcible, that she could not restrain her laughter, though, the moment after, a keen pang shot through her heart. The worthy Marmaduke had been in the act of conveying his cup to his lips; the cup stood arrested midway, his jaws dropped, his eyes opened to their widest extent, an expression of the most evident consternation and dismay spoke in every feature; and when he heard the merry laugh of Sibyll, he pushed his stool from her as far as he well could, and surveyed her with a look of mingled fear and pity.
Alas! thou art sure my poor father is a wizard now?
Pardie! answered the Nevile. Hath he not said so? Hath he not spoken of wagons without horses, ships without sails? And is not all this what every dissour and jongleur tells us of in his stories of Merlin? Gentle maiden, he added earnestly, drawing nearer to her, and whispering in a voice of much simple pathos, thou art young, and I owe thee much. Take care of thyself. Such wonders and derring-do are too solemn for laughter.
Ah, answered Sibyll, rising, I fear they are. How can I expect the people to be wiser than thou, or their hard natures kinder in their judgment than thy kind heart? Her low and melancholy voice went to the heart thus appealed to. Marmaduke also rose, and followed her into the parlour, or withdrawing-closet, while Adam and the goldsmith continued to converse (though Alwyns eye followed the young hostess), the former appearing perfectly unconscious of the secession of his other listeners. But Alwyns attention occasionally wandered, and he soon contrived to draw his host into the parlour.
When Nicholas rose, at last, to depart, he beckoned Sibyll aside. Fair mistress, said he, with some awkward hesitation, forgive a plain, blunt tongue; but ye of the better birth are not always above aid, even from such as I am. If you would sell these blazoned manuscripts, I can not only obtain you a noble purchaser in my Lord Scales, or in my Lord Hastings, an equally ripe scholar, but it may be the means of my procuring a suitable patron for your father; and, in these times, the scholar must creep under the knights manteline.
Master Alwyn, said Sibyll, suppressing her tears, it was for my fathers sake that these labours were wrought. We are poor and friendless. Take the manuscripts, and sell them as thou wilt, and God and Saint Mary requite thee!
Your father is a great man, said Alwyn, after a pause.
But were he to walk the streets, they would stone him, replied Sibyll, with a quiet bitterness.
Here the Nevile, carefully shunning the magician, who, in the nervous excitement produced by the conversation of a mind less uncongenial than he had encountered for many years, seemed about to address himhere, I say, the Nevile chimed in, Hast thou no weapon but thy bludgeon? Dear foster-brother, I fear for thy safety.
Nay, robbers rarely attack us mechanical folk; and I know my way better than thou. I shall find a boat near York House; so pleasant night and quick cure to thee, honoured foster-brother. I will send the tailor and other craftsmen to-morrow.
And at the same time, whispered Marmaduke, accompanying his friend to the door, send me a breviary, just to patter an ave or so. This gray-haired carle puts my heart in a tremble. Moreover, buy me a gitterna brave onefor the damozel. She is too proud to take money, and, fore Heaven, I have small doubts the old wizard could turn my hose into nobles an he had a mind for such gear. Wagons without horses, ships without sails, quotha!
As soon as Alwyn had departed, Madge appeared with the final refreshment, called the Wines, consisting of spiced hippocras and confections, of the former of which the Nevile partook in solemn silence.
CHAPTER VII. THERE IS A ROD FOR THE BACK OF EVERY FOOL WHO WOULD BE WISER THAN HIS GENERATION
The next morning, when Marmaduke descended to the hall, Madge, accosting him on the threshold, informed him that Mistress Sibyll was unwell, and kept her chamber, and that Master Warner was never visible much before noon. He was, therefore, prayed to take his meal alone. Alone was a word peculiarly unwelcome to Marmaduke Nevile, who was an animal thoroughly social and gregarious. He managed, therefore, to detain the old servant, who, besides the liking a skilful leech naturally takes to a thriving patient, had enough of her sex about her to be pleased with a comely face and a frank, good-humoured voice. Moreover, Marmaduke, wishing to satisfy his curiosity, turned the conversation upon Warner and Sibyll, a theme upon which the old woman was well disposed to be garrulous. He soon learned the poverty of the mansion and the sacrifice of the gittern; and his generosity and compassion were busily engaged in devising some means to requite the hospitality he had received, without wounding the pride of his host, when the arrival of his mails, together with the visits of the tailor and mercer, sent to him by Alwyn, diverted his thoughts into a new channel.
The next morning, when Marmaduke descended to the hall, Madge, accosting him on the threshold, informed him that Mistress Sibyll was unwell, and kept her chamber, and that Master Warner was never visible much before noon. He was, therefore, prayed to take his meal alone. Alone was a word peculiarly unwelcome to Marmaduke Nevile, who was an animal thoroughly social and gregarious. He managed, therefore, to detain the old servant, who, besides the liking a skilful leech naturally takes to a thriving patient, had enough of her sex about her to be pleased with a comely face and a frank, good-humoured voice. Moreover, Marmaduke, wishing to satisfy his curiosity, turned the conversation upon Warner and Sibyll, a theme upon which the old woman was well disposed to be garrulous. He soon learned the poverty of the mansion and the sacrifice of the gittern; and his generosity and compassion were busily engaged in devising some means to requite the hospitality he had received, without wounding the pride of his host, when the arrival of his mails, together with the visits of the tailor and mercer, sent to him by Alwyn, diverted his thoughts into a new channel.
Between the comparative merits of gowns and surcoats, broad-toed shoes and pointed, some time was disposed of with much cheerfulness and edification; but when his visitors had retired, the benevolent mind of the young guest again recurred to the penury of his host. Placing his marks before him on the table in the little withdrawing parlour, he began counting them over, and putting aside the sum he meditated devoting to Warners relief. But how, he muttered, how to get him to take the gold. I know, by myself, what a gentleman and a knights son must feel at the proffer of almspardie! I would as lief Alwyn had struck me as offered me his gipsire,the ill-mannered, affectionate fellow! I must thinkI must think
And while still thinking, the door softly opened, and Warner himself, in a high state of abstraction and revery, stalked noiselessly into the room, on his way to the garden, in which, when musing over some new spring for his invention, he was wont to peripatize. The sight of the gold on the table struck full on the philosophers eyes, and waked him at once from his revery. That goldoh, what precious instruments, what learned manuscripts it could purchase! That gold, it was the breath of life to his model! He walked deliberately up to the table, and laid his hand upon one of the little heaps. Marmaduke drew back his stool, and stared at him with open mouth.
Young man, what wantest thou with all this gold? said Adam, in a petulant, reproachful tone. Put it up! put it up! Never let the poor see gold; it tempts them, sir,it tempts them. And so saying, the student abruptly turned away his eyes, and moved towards the garden. Marmaduke rose and put himself in Adams way. Honoured sir, said the young man, you say justly what want I with all this gold? The only gold a young man should covet is eno to suffice for the knights spurs to his heels. If, without offence, you wouldthat isahem!I mean,Gramercy! I shall never say it, but I believe my father owed your father four marks, and he bade me repay them. Here, sir! He held out the glittering coins; the philosophers hand closed on them as the fishs maw closes on the bait. Adam burst into a laugh, that sounded strangely weird and unearthly upon Marmadukes startled ear.
All this for me! he exclaimed. For me! No, no, no! for me, for ITI take itI take it, sir! I will pay it back with large usury. Come to me this day year, when this world will be a new world, and Adam Warner will beha! ha! Kind Heaven, I thank thee! Suddenly turning away, the philosopher strode through the hall, opened the front door, and escaped into the street.
Byr Lady, said Marmaduke, slowly recovering his surprise, I need not have been so much at a loss; the old gentleman takes to my gold as kindly as if it were mothers milk. Fore Heaven, mine hosts laugh is a ghastly thing! So soliloquizing, he prudently put up the rest of his money, and locked his mails.
As time went on, the young man became exceedingly weary of his own company. Sibyll still withheld her appearance; the gloom of the old hall, the uncultivated sadness of the lonely garden, preyed upon his spirits. At length, impatient to get a view of the world without, he mounted a high stool in the hall, and so contrived to enjoy the prospect which the unglazed wicker lattice, deep set in the wall, afforded. But the scene without was little more animated than that within,all was so deserted in the neighbourhood,the shops mean and scattered, the thoroughfare almost desolate. At last he heard a shout, or rather hoot, at a distance; and, turning his attention whence it proceeded, he beheld a figure emerge from an alley opposite the casement, with a sack under one arm, and several books heaped under the other. At his heels followed a train of ragged boys, shouting and hallooing, The wizard! the wizard!Ah! Bah! The old devils kin! At this cry the dull neighbourhood seemed suddenly to burst forth into life. From the casements and thresholds of every house curious faces emerged, and many voices of men and women joined, in deeper bass, with the shrill tenor of the choral urchins, The wizard! the wizard! out at daylight! The person thus stigmatized, as he approached the house, turned his face with an expression of wistful perplexity from side to side. His lips moved convulsively, and his face was very pale, but he spoke not. And now, the children, seeing him near his refuge, became more outrageous. They placed themselves menacingly before him, they pulled his robe, they even struck at him; and one, bolder than the rest, jumped up, and plucked his beard. At this last insult, Adam Warner, for it was he, broke silence; but such was the sweetness of his disposition, that it was rather with pity than reproof in his voice, that he said,
Fie, little one! I fear me thine own age will have small honour if thou thus mockest mature years in me.
This gentleness only served to increase the audacity of his persecutors, who now, momently augmenting, presented a formidable obstacle to further progress. Perceiving that he could not advance without offensive measures on his own part, the poor scholar halted; and looking at the crowd with mild dignity, he asked, What means this, my children? How have I injured you?
The wizard! the wizard! was the only answer he received. Adam shrugged his shoulders, and strode on with so sudden a step, that one of the smaller children, a curly-headed laughing rogue, of about eight years old, was thrown down at his feet, and the rest gave way. But the poor man, seeing one of his foes thus fallen, instead of pursuing his victory, again paused, and forgetful of the precious burdens he carried, let drop the sack and books, and took up the child in his arms. On seeing their companion in the embrace of the wizard, a simultaneous cry of horror broke from the assemblage, He is going to curse poor Tim!
My child! my boy! shrieked a woman, from one of the casements; let go my child!
On his part, the boy kicked and shrieked lustily, as Adam, bending his noble face tenderly over him, said, Thou art not hurt, child. Poor boy! thinkest thou I would harm thee? While he spoke a storm of missilesmud, dirt, sticks, bricks, stonesfrom the enemy, that had now fallen back in the rear, burst upon him. A stone struck him on the shoulder. Then his face changed; an angry gleam shot from his deep, calm eyes; he put down the child, and, turning steadily to the grown people at the windows, said, Ye train your children ill; picked up his sack and books, sighed, as he saw the latter stained by the mire, which he wiped with his long sleeve, and too proud to show fear, slowly made for his door. Fortunately Sibyll had heard the clamour, and was ready to admit her father, and close the door upon the rush which instantaneously followed his escape. The baffled rout set up a yell of wrath, and the boys were now joined by several foes more formidable from the adjacent houses; assured in their own minds that some terrible execration had been pronounced upon the limbs and body of Master Tim, who still continued bellowing and howling, probably from the excitement of finding himself raised to the dignity of a martyr, the pious neighbours poured forth, with oaths and curses, and such weapons as they could seize in haste, to storm the wizards fortress.