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HOW HORDLE JOHN COZENED THE FULLER OF LYMINGTON.
IT is not, however, in the nature of things that a lad of twenty, with
young life glowing in his veins and all the wide world before him, should spend
his first hours of freedom in mourning for what he had left.
Long ere Alleyne was out of sound of the Beaulieu bells he was striding
sturdily along, swinging his staff and whistling as merrily as the birds in the
thicket. It was an evening to raise
a man's heart. The sun shining
slantwise through the trees threw delicate traceries across the road, with bars
of golden light between. Away in
the distance before and behind, the green boughs, now turning in places to a
coppery redness, shot their broad arches across the track.
The still summer air was heavy with the resinous smell of the great
forest. Here and there a tawny brook prattled out from among the underwood and
lost itself again in the ferns and brambles upon the further side.
Save the dull piping of insects and the sough of the leaves, there was
silence everywhere--the sweet restful silence of nature.
And yet there was no want of life--the whole wide wood was full of it.
Now it was a lithe, furtive stoat which shot across the path upon some
fell errand of its own; then it was a wild cat which squatted upon the outlying
branch of an oak and peeped at the traveller with a yellow and dubious eye.
Once it was a wild sow which scuttled out of the bracken, with two young
sounders at her heels, and once a lordly red staggard walked daintily out from
among the tree trunks, and looked around him with the fearless gaze of one who
lived under the King's own high protection.
Alleyne gave his staff a merry flourish, however, and the red deer
bethought him that the King was far off, so streaked away from whence he came.
The youth had now journeyed considerably beyond the furthest domains of
the Abbey. He was the more
surprised therefore when, on coming round a turn in the path, he perceived a man
clad in the familiar garb of the order, and seated in a clump of heather by the
roadside. Alleyne had known every
brother well, but this was a face which was new to him--a face which was very
red and puffed, working this way and that, as though the man were sore perplexed
in his mind. Once he shook both hands furiously in the air, and twice he
sprang from his seat and hurried down the road. When he rose, however, Alleyne
observed that his robe was much too long and loose for him in every direction,
trailing upon the ground and bagging about his ankles, so that even with
trussed-up skirts he could make little progress. He ran once, but the long gown clogged him so that he slowed
down into a shambling walk, and finally plumped into the heather once more.
"Young friend," said he, when Alleyne was abreast of him,
"I fear from thy garb that thou canst know little of the Abbey of
"Then you are in error, friend," the clerk answered, "for
I have spent all my days within its walls."
"Hast so indeed?" cried he.
"Then perhaps canst tell me the name of a great loathly lump of a
brother wi' freckled face an' a hand like a spade.
His eyes were black an' his hair was red an' his voice like the parish
bull. I trow that there cannot be
two alike in the same cloisters."
"That surely can be no other than brother John," said Alleyne.
"I trust he has done you no wrong, that you should be so hot against
"Wrong, quotha!" cried the other, jumping out of the heather.
"Wrong! why he hath stolen every plack of clothing off my back, if that be
a wrong, and hath left me here in this sorry frock of white falding, so that I
have shame to go back to my wife, lest she think that I have donned her old
kirtle. Harrow and alas that ever I
should have met him!"
"But how came this?" asked the young clerk, who could scarce
keep from laughter at the sight of the hot little man so swathed in the great
"It came in this way," he said, sitting down once more:
"I was passing this way, hoping to reach Lymington ere nightfall
when I came on this red-headed knave seated even where we are sitting now.
I uncovered and louted as I passed thinking that he might be a holy man
at his orisons, but he called to me and asked me if I had heard speak of the new
indulgence in favor of the Cistercians. 'Not
I,' I answered. 'Then the worse for
thy soul!' said he; and with that he broke into a long tale how that on account
of the virtues of the Abbot Berghersh it had been decreed by the Pope that
whoever should wear the habit of a monk of Beaulieu for as long as he might say
the seven psalms of David should be assured of the kingdom of Heaven.
When I heard this I prayed him on my knees that he would give me the use
of his gown, which after many contentions he at last agreed to do, on my paying
him three marks towards the regilding of the image of Laurence the martyr.
Having stripped his robe, I had no choice but to let him have the wearing
of my good leathern jerkin and hose, for, as he said, it was chilling to the
blood and unseemly to the eye to stand frockless whilst I made my orisons.
He had scarce got them on, and it was a sore labor, seeing that my inches
will scarce match my girth--he had scarce got them on, I say, and I not yet at
the end of the second psalm, when he bade me do honor to my new dress, and with
that set off down the road as fast as feet would carry him.
For myself, I could no more run than if I had been sown in a sack; so
here I sit, and here I am like to sit, before I set eyes upon my clothes
"Nay, friend, take it not so sadly," said Alleyne, clapping the
disconsolate one upon the shoulder. "Canst
change thy robe for a jerkin once more at the Abbey, unless perchance you have a
friend near at hand."
"That have I," he answered, "and close; but I care not to
go nigh him in this plight, for his wife hath a gibing tongue, and will spread
the tale until I could not show my face in any market from Fordingbridge to
Southampton. But if you, fair sir, out of your kind charity would be
pleased to go a matter of two bow-shots out of your way, you would do me such a
service as I could scarce repay."
"With all my heart," said Alleyne readily.
"Then take this pathway on the left, I pray thee, and then the
deer-track which passes on the right. You
will then see under a great beech-tree the hut of a charcoal-burner.
Give him my name, good sir, the name of Peter the fuller, of Lymington,
and ask him for a change of raiment, that I may pursue my journey without delay.
There are reasons why he would be loth to refuse me."
Alleyne started off along the path indicated, and soon found the log-hut
where the burner dwelt. He was away
faggot-cutting in the forest, but his wife, a ruddy bustling dame, found the
needful garments and tied them into a bundle.
While she busied herself in finding and folding them, Alleyne Edricson
stood by the open door looking in at her with much interest and some distrust,
for he had never been so nigh to a woman before.
She had round red arms, a dress of some sober woollen stuff, and a brass
brooch the size of a cheese-cake stuck in the front of it.
"Peter the fuller!" she kept repeating.
"Marry come up! if I were Peter the fuller's wife I would teach him
better than to give his clothes to the first knave who asks for them.
But he was always a poor, fond, silly creature, was Peter, though we are
beholden to him for helping to bury our second son Wat, who was a 'prentice to
him at Lymington in the year of the Black Death. But who are you, young
"I am a clerk on my road from Beaulieu to Minstead."
"Aye, indeed! Hast been brought up at the Abbey then. I could read it from thy reddened cheek and downcast eye,
Hast learned from the monks, I trow, to fear a woman as thou wouldst a lazar-
house. Out upon them! that they
should dishonor their own mothers by such teaching.
A pretty world it would be with all the women out of it."
"Heaven forfend that such a thing should come to pass!" said
"Amen and amen! But
thou art a pretty lad, and the prettier for thy modest ways.
It is easy to see from thy cheek that thou hast not spent thy days in the
rain and the heat and the wind, as my poor Wat hath been forced to do."
"I have indeed seen little of life, good dame."
"Wilt find nothing in it to pay for the loss of thy own freshness.
Here are the clothes, and Peter can leave them when next he comes this
way. Holy Virgin! see the dust upon
thy doublet! It were easy to see
that there is no woman to tend to thee. So!--that
is better. Now buss me, boy."
Alleyne stooped and kissed her, for the kiss was the common salutation of
the age, and, as Erasmus long afterwards remarked, more used in England than in
any other country. Yet it sent the blood to his temples again, and he wondered,
as he turned away, what the Abbot Berghersh would have answered to so frank an
invitation. He was still tingling
from this new experience when he came out upon the high-road and saw a sight
which drove all other thoughts from his mind.
Some way down from where he had left him the unfortunate Peter was
stamping and raving tenfold worse than before.
Now, however, instead of the great white cloak, he had no clothes on at
all, save a short woollen shirt and a pair of leather shoes.
Far down the road a long-legged figure was running, with a bundle under
one arm and the other hand to his side, like a man who laughs until he is sore.
"See him!" yelled Peter. "Look
to him! You shall be my witness. He shall see Winchester jail for
this. See where he goes with my
cloak under his arm!"
"Who then?" cried Alleyne.
"Who but that cursed brother John.
He hath not left me clothes enough to make a gallybagger.
The double thief hath cozened me out of my gown."
"Stay though, my friend, it was his gown," objected Alleyne.
"It boots not. He hath
them all--gown, jerkin, hosen and all. Gramercy to him that he left me the shirt
and the shoon. I doubt not that he
will be back for them anon."
"But how came this?" asked Alleyne, open-eyed with
"Are those the clothes? For
dear charity's sake give them to me. Not the Pope himself shall have these from
me, though he sent the whole college of cardinals to ask it.
How came it? Why, you had
scarce gone ere this loathly John came running back again, and, when I oped
mouth to reproach him, he asked me whether it was indeed likely that a man of
prayer would leave his own godly raiment in order to take a layman's jerkin.
He had, he said, but gone for a while that I might be the freer for my
devotions. On this I plucked off
the gown, and he with much show of haste did begin to undo his points; but when
I threw his frock down he clipped it up and ran off all untrussed, leaving me in
this sorry plight. He laughed so
the while, like a great croaking frog, that I might have caught him had my
breath not been as short as his legs were long."
The young man listened to this tale of wrong with all the seriousness
that he could maintain; but at the sight of the pursy red-faced man and the
dignity with which he bore him, the laughter came so thick upon him that he had
to lean up against a tree-trunk. The
fuller looked sadly and gravely at him; but finding that he still laughed, he
bowed with much mock politeness and stalked onwards in his borrowed clothes.
Alleyne watched him until he was small in the distance, and then, wiping
the tears from his eyes, he set off briskly once more upon his journey.
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