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matter, let me have the use of thy writing-tablets---though, hold
---rather than use thy pen, I would fast for twenty-four hours,
and where shall I find one?”
“If your holy scruples can dispense with using the Jew’s tablets,
for the pen I can find a remedy,” said the yeoman; and, bending
his bow, he aimed his shaft at a wild-goose which was soaring
over their heads, the advanced-guard of a phalanx of his tribe,
which were winging their way to the distant and solitary fens of
Holderness. The bird came fluttering down, transfixed with the
arrow.
“There, Prior,” said the Captain, “are quills enow to supply all
the monks of Jorvaulx for the next hundred years, an they take
not to writing chronicles.”
The Prior sat down, and at great leisure indited an epistle to
Brian de Bois-Guilbert, and having carefully sealed up the
tablets, delivered them to the Jew, saying, “This will be thy
safe-conduct to the Preceptory of Templestowe, and, as I think,
is most likely to accomplish the delivery of thy daughter, if it
be well backed with proffers of advantage and commodity at thine
own hand; for, trust me well, the good Knight Bois-Guilbert is of
their confraternity that do nought for nought.”
“Well, Prior,” said the Outlaw, “I will detain thee no longer
here than to give the Jew a quittance for the six hundred crowns
at which thy ransom is fixed---I accept of him for my pay-master;
and if I hear that ye boggle at allowing him in his accompts the
sum so paid by him, Saint Mary refuse me, an I burn not the abbey
over thine head, though I hang ten years the sooner!”
With a much worse grace than that wherewith he had penned the
letter to Bois-Guilbert, the Prior wrote an acquittance,
discharging Isaac of York of six hundred crowns, advanced to him
in his need for acquittal of his ransom, and faithfully promising
to hold true compt with him for that sum.
“And now,” said Prior Aymer, “I will pray you of restitution of
my mules and palfreys, and the freedom of the reverend brethren
attending upon me, and also of the gymmal rings, jewels, and fair
vestures, of which I have been despoiled, having now satisfied
you for my ransom as a true prisoner.”
“Touching your brethren, Sir Prior,” said Locksley, “they shall
have present freedom, it were unjust to detain them; touching
your horses and mules, they shall also be restored, with such
spending-money as may enable you to reach York, for it were cruel
to deprive you of the means of journeying.---But as concerning
rings, jewels, chains, and what else, you must understand that we
are men of tender consciences, and will not yield to a venerable
man like yourself, who should be dead to the vanities of this
life, the strong temptation to break the rule of his foundation,
by wearing rings, chains, or other vain gauds.”
“Think what you do, my masters,” said the Prior, “ere you put
your hand on the Church’s patrimony---These things are ‘inter res
sacras’, and I wot not what judgment might ensue were they to be
handled by laical hands.”
“I will take care of that, reverend Prior,” said the Hermit of
Copmanhurst; “for I will wear them myself.”
“Friend, or brother,” said the Prior, in answer to this solution
of his doubts, “if thou hast really taken religious orders, I
pray thee to look how thou wilt answer to thine official for the
share thou hast taken in this day’s work.”
“Friend Prior,” returned the Hermit, “you are to know that I
belong to a little diocese, where I am my own diocesan, and care
as little for the Bishop of York as I do for the Abbot
of Jorvaulx, the Prior, and all the convent.”
“Thou art utterly irregular,” said the Prior; “one of those
disorderly men, who, taking on them the sacred character without
due cause, profane the holy rites, and endanger the souls of
those who take counsel at their hands; ‘lapides pro pane
condonantes iis’, giving them stones instead of bread as the
Vulgate hath it.”
“Nay,” said the Friar, “an my brain-pan could have been broken by
Latin, it had not held so long together.---I say, that easing a
world of such misproud priests as thou art of their jewels and
their gimcracks, is a lawful spoiling of the Egyptians.”
“Thou be’st a hedge-priest,”*
Note I. Hedge-Priests.said the Prior, in great wrath, “‘excommunicabo vos’.”
“Thou be’st thyself more like a thief and a heretic,” said the
Friar, equally indignant; “I will pouch up no such affront before
my parishioners, as thou thinkest it not shame to put upon me,
although I be a reverend brother to thee. ‘Ossa ejus
perfringam’, I will break your bones, as the Vulgate hath it.”
“Hola!” cried the Captain, “come the reverend brethren to such
terms?---Keep thine assurance of peace, Friar.---Prior, an thou
hast not made thy peace perfect with God, provoke the Friar no
further.---Hermit, let the reverend father depart in peace, as a
ransomed man.”
The yeomen separated the incensed priests, who continued to raise
their voices, vituperating each other in bad Latin, which the
Prior delivered the more fluently, and the Hermit with the
greater vehemence. The Prior at length recollected himself
sufficiently to be aware that he was compromising his dignity, by
squabbling with such a hedge-priest as the Outlaw’s chaplain, and
being joined by his attendants, rode off with considerably less
pomp, and in a much more apostolical condition, so far as worldly
matters were concerned, than he had exhibited before this
rencounter.
It remained that the Jew should produce some security for the
ransom which he was to pay on the Prior’s account, as well as
upon his own. He gave, accordingly, an order sealed with his
signet, to a brother of his tribe at York, requiring him to pay
to the bearer the sum of a thousand crowns, and to deliver
certain merchandises specified in the note.
“My brother Sheva,” he said, groaning deeply, “hath the key of my
warehouses.”
“And of the vaulted chamber,” whispered Locksley.
“No, no---may Heaven forefend!” said Isaac; “evil is the hour
that let any one whomsoever into that secret!”
“It is safe with me,” said the Outlaw, “so be that this thy
scroll produce the sum therein nominated and set down.---But what
now, Isaac? art dead? art stupefied? hath the payment of a
thousand crowns put thy daughter’s peril out of thy mind?”
The Jew started to his feet---“No, Diccon, no---I will presently
set forth.---Farewell, thou whom I may not call good, and dare
not and will not call evil.”
Yet ere Isaac departed, the Outlaw Chief bestowed on him this
parting advice:---“Be liberal of thine offers, Isaac, and spare
not thy purse for thy daughter’s safety. Credit me, that the
gold thou shalt spare in her cause, will hereafter give thee as
much agony as if it were poured molten down thy throat.”
Isaac acquiesced with a deep groan, and set forth on his journey,
accompanied by two tall foresters, who were to be his guides, and
at the same time his guards, through the wood.
The Black Knight, who had seen with no small interest these
various proceedings, now took his leave of the Outlaw in turn;
nor could he avoid expressing his surprise at having witnessed
so much of civil policy amongst persons cast out from all the
ordinary protection and influence of the laws.
“Good fruit, Sir Knight,” said the yeoman, “will sometimes grow
on a sorry tree; and evil times are not always productive of evil
alone and unmixed. Amongst those who are drawn into this lawless
state, there are, doubtless, numbers who wish to exercise its
license with some moderation, and some who regret, it may be,
that they are obliged to follow such a trade at all.”
“And to one of those,” said the Knight, “I am now, I presume,
speaking?”
“Sir Knight,” said the Outlaw, “we have each our secret. You are
welcome to form your judgment of me, and I may use my conjectures
touching you, though neither of our shafts may hit the mark they
are shot at. But as I do not pray to be admitted into your
mystery, be not offended that I preserve my own.”
“I crave pardon, brave Outlaw,” said the Knight, “your reproof is
just. But it may be we shall meet hereafter with less of
concealment on either side.---Meanwhile we part friends, do we
not?”
“There is my hand upon it,” said Locksley; “and I will call it
the hand of a true Englishman, though an outlaw for the present.”
“And there is mine in return,” said the Knight, “and I hold it
honoured by being clasped with yours. For he that does good,
having the unlimited power to do evil, deserves praise not only
for the good which he performs, but for the evil which he
forbears. Fare thee well, gallant Outlaw!” Thus parted that
fair fellowship; and He of the Fetterlock, mounting upon his
strong war-horse, rode off through the forest.
CHAPTER XXXIV
KING JOHN.---I’ll tell thee what, my friend,
He is a very serpent in my way;
And wheresoe’er this foot of mine doth tread,
He lies before me.---Dost thou understand me?
King John
There was brave feasting in the Castle of York, to which Prince
John had invited those nobles, prelates, and leaders, by whose
assistance he hoped to carry through his ambitious projects upon
his brother’s throne. Waldemar Fitzurse, his able and politic
agent, was at secret work among them, tempering all to that pitch
of courage which was necessary in making an open declaration of
their purpose. But their enterprise was delayed by the absence
of more than one main limb of the confederacy. The stubborn and
daring, though brutal courage of Front-de-Boeuf; the buoyant
spirits and bold bearing of De Bracy; the sagacity, martial
experience, and renowned valour of Brian de Bois-Guilbert, were
important to the success of their conspiracy; and, while cursing
in secret their unnecessary and unmeaning absence, neither John
nor his adviser dared to proceed without them. Isaac the Jew
also seemed to have vanished, and with him the hope of certain
sums of money, making up the subsidy for which Prince John had
contracted with that Israelite and his brethren. This deficiency
was likely to prove perilous in an emergency so critical.
It was on the morning after the fall of Torquilstone, that a
confused report began to spread abroad in the city of York, that
De Bracy and Bois-Guilbert, with their confederate
Front-de-Boeuf, had been taken or slain. Waldemar brought the
rumour to Prince John, announcing, that he feared its truth the
more that they had set out with a small attendance, for the
purpose of committing an assault on the Saxon Cedric and his
attendants. At another time the Prince would have treated this
deed of violence as a good jest; but now, that it interfered with
and impeded his own plans, he exclaimed against the perpetrators,
and spoke of the broken laws, and the infringement of public
order and of private property, in a tone which might have become
King Alfred.
“The unprincipled marauders,” he said---“were I ever to become
monarch of England, I would hang such transgressors over the
drawbridges of their own castles.”
“But to become monarch of England,” said his Ahithophel coolly,
“it is necessary not only that your Grace should endure the
transgressions of these unprincipled marauders, but that you
should afford them your protection, notwithstanding your laudable
zeal for the laws they are in the habit of infringing. We shall
be finely helped, if the churl Saxons should have realized your
Grace’s vision, of
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