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HOW THE THREE COMRADES JOURNEYED THROUGH THE WOODLANDS.
AT early dawn the country inn was all alive, for it was rare indeed that
an hour of daylight would be wasted at a time when lighting was so scarce and
dear. Indeed, early as it was when
Dame Eliza began to stir, it seemed that others could be earlier still, for the
door was ajar, and the learned student of Cambridge had taken himself off, with
a mind which was too intent upon the high things of antiquity to stoop to
consider the four- pence which he owed for bed and board.
It was the shrill out-cry of the landlady when she found her loss, and
the clucking of the hens, which had streamed in through the open door, that
first broke in upon the slumbers of the tired wayfarers.
Once afoot, it was not long before the company began to disperse. A sleek
mule with red trappings was brought round from some neighboring shed for the
physician, and he ambled away with much dignity upon his road to Southampton.
The tooth-drawer and the gleeman called for a cup of small ale apiece,
and started off together for Ringwood fair, the old jongleur looking very yellow
in the eye and swollen in the face after his overnight potations. The archer,
however, who had drunk more than any man in the room, was as merry as a grig,
and having kissed the matron and chased the maid up the ladder once more, he
went out to the brook, and came back with the water dripping from his face and
"Hola! my man of peace," he cried to Alleyne, "whither are
you bent this morning?"
"To Minstead," quoth he. "My
brother Simon Edricson is socman there, and I go to bide with him for a while.
I prythee, let me have my score, good dame."
"Score, indeed!" cried she, standing with upraised hands in
front of the panel on which Alleyne had worked the night before.
"Say, rather what it is that I owe to thee, good youth.
Aye, this is indeed a pied merlin, and with a leveret under its claws, as
I am a living woman. By the rood of
Waltham! but thy touch is deft and dainty."
"And see the red eye of it!" cried the maid.
"Aye, and the open beak."
"And the ruffled wing," added Hordle John.
"By my hilt!" cried the archer, "it is the very bird
The young clerk flushed with pleasure at this chorus of praise, rude and
indiscriminate indeed, and yet so much heartier and less grudging than any which
he had ever heard from the critical brother Jerome, or the short-spoken Abbot.
There was, it would seem, great kindness as well as great wickedness in
this world, of which he had heard so little that was good.
His hostess would hear nothing of his paying either for bed or for board,
while the archer and Hordle John placed a hand upon either shoulder and led him
off to the board, where some smoking fish, a dish of spinach, and a jug of milk
were laid out for their breakfast.
"I should not be surprised to learn, mon camarade," said the
soldier, as he heaped a slice of fish upon Alleyne's tranchoir of bread,
"that you could read written things, since you are so ready with your
brushes and pigments."
"It would be shame to the good brothers of Beaulieu if I could
not," he answered, "seeing that I have been their clerk this ten years
The bowman looked at him with great respect.
"Think of that!" said he.
"And you with not a hair to your face, and a skin like a girl.
I can shoot three hundred and fifty paces with my little popper there,
and four hundred and twenty with the great war-bow; yet I can make nothing of
this, nor read my own name if you were to set 'Sam Aylward' up against me.
In the whole Company there was only one man who could read, and he fell
down a well at the taking of Ventadour, which proves what the thing is not
suited to a soldier, though most needful to a clerk."
"I can make some show at it," said big John; "though I was
scarce long enough among the monks to catch the whole trick of it.
"Here, then, is something to try upon," quoth the archer,
pulling a square of parchment from the inside of his tunic.
It was tied securely with a broad band of purple silk, and firmly sealed
at either end with a large red seal. John
pored long and earnestly over the inscription upon the back, with his brows bent
as one who bears up against great mental strain.
"Not having read much of late," he said, "I am loth to say
too much about what this may be. Some
might say one thing and some another, just as one bowman loves the yew, and a
second will not shoot save with the ash. To
me, by the length and the look of it, I should judge this to be a verse from one
of the Psalms."
The bowman shook his head. "It
is scarce likely," he said, "that Sir Claude Latour should send me all
the way across seas with nought more weighty than a psalm-verse.
You have clean overshot the butts this time, mon camarade.
Give it to the little one. I
will wager my feather-bed that he makes more sense of it."
"Why, it is written in the French tongue," said Alleyne,
"and in a right clerkly hand. This
is how it runs: 'A le moult
puissant et moult honorable chevalier, Sir Nigel Loring de Christchurch, de son
tres fidele amis Sir Claude Latour, capitaine de la Compagnie blanche, chatelain
de Biscar, grand seigneur de Montchateau, vavaseurde le renomme Gaston, Comte de
Foix, tenant les droits de la haute justice, de la milieu, et de la basse.'
Which signifies in our speech: 'To
the very powerful and very honorable knight, Sir Nigel Loring of Christchurch,
from his very faithful friend Sir Claude Latour, captain of the White Company,
chatelain of Biscar, grand lord of Montchateau and vassal to the renowed Gaston,
Count of Foix, who holds the rights of the high justice, the middle and the
"Look at that now!" cried the bowman in triumph.
"That is just what he would have said."
"I can see now that it is even so," said John, examining the
parchment again. "Though I scarce understand this high, middle and
"By my hilt! you would understand it if you were Jacques Bonhomme.
The low justice means that you may fleece him, and the middle that you
may torture him, and the high that you may slay him.
That is about the truth of it. But
this is the letter which I am to take; and since the platter is clean it is time
that we trussed up and were afoot. You come with me, mon gros Jean; and as to you, little one,
where did you say that you journeyed?"
"Ah, yes. I know this forest country well, though I was born myself in
the Hundred of Easebourne, in the Rape of Chichester, hard by the village of
Midhurst. Yet I have not a word to
say against the Hampton men, for there are no better comrades or truer archers
in the whole Company than some who learned to loose the string in these very
parts. We shall travel round with
you to Minstead lad, seeing that it is little out of our way."
"I am ready," said Alleyne, right pleased at the thought of
such company upon the road.
"So am not I. I must store my plunder at this inn, since the hostess is an
honest woman. Hola! ma cherie, I
wish to leave with you my gold-work, my velvet, my silk, my feather bed, my
incense-boat, my ewer, my naping linen, and all the rest of it. I take only the
money in a linen bag, and the box of rose colored sugar which is a gift from my
captain to the Lady Loring. Wilt
guard my treasure for me?"
"It shall be put in the safest loft, good archer.
Come when you may, you shall find it ready for you."
"Now, there is a true friend!" cried the bowman, taking her
hand. "There is a bonne amie! English
land and English women, say I, and French wine and French plunder.
I shall be back anon, mon ange. I
am a lonely man, my sweeting, and I must settle some day when the wars are over
and done. Mayhap you and I----Ah,
mechante, mechante! There is la
petite peeping from behind the door. Now,
John, the sun is over the trees; you must be brisker than this when the bugleman
blows 'Bows and Bills.' "
"I have been waiting this time back," said Hordle John gruffly.
"Then we must be off. Adieu,
ma vie! The two livres shall settle the score and buy some ribbons
against the next kermesse. Do not forget Sam Aylward, for his heart shall ever
be thine alone--and thine, ma petite! So,
marchons, and may St. Julian grant us as good quarters elsewhere!"
The sun had risen over Ashurst and Denny woods, and was shining brightly,
though the eastern wind had a sharp flavor to it, and the leaves were flickering
thickly from the trees. In the High
Street of Lyndhurst the wayfarers had to pick their way, for the little town was
crowded with the guardsmen, grooms, and yeomen prickers who were attached to the
King's hunt. The King himself was
staying at Castle Malwood, but several of his suite had been compelled to seek
such quarters as they might find in the wooden or wattle-and-daub cottages of
the village. Here and there a small
escutcheon, peeping from a glassless window, marked the night's lodging of
knight or baron. These
coats-of-arms could be read, where a scroll would be meaningless, and the
bowman, like most men of his age, was well versed in the common symbols of
"There is the Saracen's head of Sir Bernard Brocas," quoth he.
"I saw him last at the ruffle at Poictiers some ten years back, when he
bore himself like a man. He is the master of the King's horse, and can sing a right
jovial stave, though in that he cannot come nigh to Sir John Chandos, who is
first at the board or in the saddle. Three
martlets on a field azure, that must be one of the Luttrells.
By the crescent upon it, it should be the second son of old Sir Hugh, who
had a bolt through his ankle at the intaking of Romorantin, he having rushed
into the fray ere his squire had time to clasp his solleret to his greave.
There too is the hackle which is the old device of the De Brays. I have served under Sir Thomas de Bray, who was as jolly as a
pie, and a lusty swordsman until he got too fat for his harness."
So the archer gossiped as the three wayfarers threaded their way among
the stamping horses, the busy grooms, and the knots of pages and squires who
disputed over the merits of their masters' horses and deerhounds.
As they passed the old church, which stood upon a mound at the left-hand
side of the village street the door was flung open, and a stream of worshippers
wound down the sloping path, coming from the morning mass, all chattering like a
cloud of jays. Alleyne bent knee
and doffed hat at the sight of the open door; but ere he had finished an ave his
comrades were out of sight round the curve of the path, and he had to run to
"What!" he said, "not one word of prayer before God's own
open house? How can ye hope for His
blessing upon the day?"
"My friend," said Hordle John, "I have prayed so much
during the last two months, not only during the day, but at matins, lauds, and
the like, when I could scarce keep my head upon my shoulders for nodding, that I
feel that I have somewhat over-prayed myself."
"How can a man have too much religion?" cried Alleyne
earnestly. "It is the one thing that availeth.
A man is but a beast as he lives from day to day, eating and drinking,
breathing and sleeping. It is only
when he raises himself, and concerns himself with the immortal spirit within
him, that he becomes in very truth a man. Bethink
ye how sad a thing it would be that the blood of the Redeemer should be spilled
to no purpose."
"Bless the lad, if he doth not blush like any girl, and yet preach
like the whole College of Cardinals," cried the archer.
"In truth I blush that any one so weak and so unworthy as I should
try to teach another that which he finds it so passing hard to follow
"Prettily said, mon garcon. Touching
that same slaying of the Redeemer, it was a bad business.
A good padre in France read to us from a scroll the whole truth of the
matter. The soldiers came upon him
in the garden. In truth, these
Apostles of His may have been holy men, but they were of no great account as
men-at- arms. There was one,
indeed, Sir Peter, who smote out like a true man; but, unless he is belied, he
did but clip a varlet's ear, which was no very knightly deed.
By these ten finger-bones! had I been there with Black Simon of Norwich,
and but one score picked men of the Company, we had held them in play.
Could we do no more, we had at least filled the false knight, Sir Judas,
so full of English arrows that he would curse the day that ever he came on such
The young clerk smiled at his companion's earnestness.
"Had He wished help," he said, "He could have summoned
legions of archangels from heaven, so what need had He of your poor bow and
arrow? Besides, bethink you of His
own words--that those who live by the sword shall perish by the sword."
"And how could man die better?" asked the archer.
"If I had my wish, it would be to fall so--not, mark you, in any
mere skirmish of the Company, but in a stricken field, with the great lion
banner waving over us and the red oriflamme in front, amid the shouting of my
fellows and the twanging of the strings. But
let it be sword, lance, or bolt that strikes me down: for I should think it
shame to die from an iron ball from the hre-crake or bombard or any such
unsoldierly weapon, which is only fitted to scare babes with its foolish noise
"I have heard much even in the quiet cloisters of these new and
dreadful engines," quoth Alleyne. "It
is said, though I can scarce bring myself to believe it, that they will send a
ball twice as far as a bowman can shoot his shaft, and with such force as to
break through armor of proof."
"True enough, my lad. But
while the armorer is thrusting in his devil's-dust, and dropping his ball, and
lighting his flambeau, I can very easily loose six shafts, or eight maybe, so he
hath no great vantage after all. Yet
I will not deny that at the intaking of a town it is well to have good store of
bombards. I am told that at Calais
they made dints in the wall that a man might put his head into.
But surely, comrades, some one who is grievously hurt hath passed along
this road before us."
All along the woodland track there did indeed run a scattered straggling
trail of blood-marks, sometimes in single drops, and in other places in broad,
ruddy gouts, smudged over the dead leaves or crimsoning the white flint stones.
"It must be a stricken deer," said John.
"Nay, I am woodman enough to see that no deer hath passed this way
this morning; and yet the blood is fresh. But
hark to the sound!"
They stood listening all three with sidelong heads.
Through the silence of the great forest there came a swishing, whistling
sound, mingled with the most dolorous groans, and the voice of a man raised in a
high quavering kind of song. The
comrades hurried onwards eagerly, and topping the brow of a small rising they
saw upon the other side the source from which these strange noises arose.
A tall man, much stooped in the shoulders, was walking slowly with bended
head and clasped hands in the centre of the path.
He was dressed from head to foot in a long white linen cloth, and a high
white cap with a red cross printed upon it.
His gown was turned back from his shoulders, and the flesh there was a
sight to make a man wince, for it was all beaten to a pulp, and the blood was
soaking into his gown and trickling down upon the ground.
Behind him walked a smaller man with his hair touched with gray, who was
clad in the same white garb. He
intoned a long whining rhyme in the French tongue, and at the end of every line
he raised a thick cord, all jagged with pellets of lead, and smote his companion
across the shoulders until the blood spurted again.
Even as the three wayfarers stared, however, there was a sudden change,
for the smaller man, having finished his song, loosened his own gown and handed
the scourge to the other, who took up the stave once more and lashed his
companion with all the strength of his bare and sinewy arm.
So, alternately beating and beaten, they made their dolorous way through
the beautiful woods and under the amber arches of the fading beech-trees, where
the calm strength and majesty of Nature might serve to rebuke the foolish
energies and misspent strivings of mankind.
Such a spectacle was new to Hordle John or to Alleyne Edricson; but the
archer treated it lightly, as a common matter enough.
"These are the Beating Friars, otherwise called the
Flagellants," quoth he. "I marvel that ye should have come upon none of them
before, for across the water they are as common as gallybaggers. I have heard
that there are no English among them, but that they are from France, Italy and
Bohemia. En avant, camarades! that
we may have speech with them."
As they came up to them, Alleyne could hear the doleful dirge which the
beater was chanting, bringing down his heavy whip at the end of each line, while
the groans of the sufferer formed a sort of dismal chorus.
It was in old French, and ran somewhat in this way:
Or avant, entre nous tous freres Battons nos charognes bien fort En
remembrant la grant misere De Dieu et sa piteuse mort Qui fut pris en la gent
amere Et vendus et traia a tort Et bastu sa chair, vierge et dere Au nom de se
battons plus fort.
Then at the end of the verse the scourge changed hands and the chanting
"Truly, holy fathers," said the archer in French as they came
abreast of them, "you have beaten enough for to-day.
The road is all spotted like a shambles at Martinmas.
Why should ye mishandle yourselves thus?"
"C'est pour vos peches--pour vos peches," they droned, looking
at the travellers with sad lack-lustre eyes, and then bent to their bloody work
once more without heed to the prayers and persuasions which were addressed to
them. Finding all remonstrance
useless, the three comrades hastened on their way, leaving these strange
travellers to their dreary task.
"Mort Dieu!" cried the bowman, "there is a bucketful or
more of my blood over in France, but it was all spilled in hot fight, and I
should think twice before I drew it drop by drop as these friars are doing.
By my hilt! our young one here is as white as a Picardy cheese. What is amiss then, mon cher?"
"It is nothing," Alleyne answered.
"My life has been too quiet, I am not used to such sights."
"Ma foi!" the other cried, "I have never yet seen a man
who was so stout of speech and yet so weak of heart."
"Not so, friend," quoth big John; "it is not weakness of
heart for I know the lad well. His
heart is as good as thine or mine but he hath more in his pate than ever you
will carry under that tin pot of thine, and as a consequence he can see farther
into things, so that they weigh upon him more."
"Surely to any man it is a sad sight," said Alleyne, "to
see these holy men, who have done no sin themselves, suffering so for the sins
of others. Saints are they, if in this age any may merit so high a
"I count them not a fly," cried Hordle John; "for who is
the better for all their whipping and yowling?
They are like other friars, I trow, when all is done.
Let them leave their backs alone, and beat the pride out of their
"By the three kings! there is sooth in what you say," remarked
the archer. "Besides, methinks
if I were le bon Dieu, it would bring me little joy to see a poor devil cutting
the flesh off his bones; and I should think that he had but a small opinion of
me, that he should hope to please me by such provost-marshal work. No, by my
hilt! I should look with a more loving eye upon a jolly archer who never harmed
a fallen foe and never feared a hale one."
"Doubtless you mean no sin," said Alleyne.
"If your words are wild, it is not for me to judge them.
Can you not see that there are other foes in this world besides
Frenchmen, and as much glory to be gained in conquering them?
Would it not be a proud day for knight or squire if he could overthrow
seven adversaries in the lists? Yet
here are we in the lists of life, and there come the seven black champions
against us Sir Pride, Sir Covetousness, Sir Lust, Sir Anger, Sir Gluttony, Sir
Envy, and Sir Sloth. Let a man lay
those seven low, and he shall have the prize of the day, from the hands of the
fairest queen of beauty, even from the Virgin-Mother herself.
It is for this that these men mortify their flesh, and to set us an
example, who would pamper ourselves overmuch.
I say again that they are God's own saints, and I bow my head to
"And so you shall, mon petit," replied the archer.
"I have not heard a man speak better since old Dom Bertrand died,
who was at one time chaplain to the White Company.
He was a very valiant man, but at the battle of Brignais he was spitted
through the body by a Hainault man-at-arms.
For this we had an excommunication read against the man, when next we saw
our holy father at Avignon; but as we had not his name, and knew nothing of him,
save that he rode a dapple-gray roussin, I have feared sometimes that the blight
may have settled upon the wrong man."
"Your Company has been, then, to bow knee before our holy father,
the Pope Urban, the prop and centre of Christendom?" asked Alleyne, much
interested. "Perchance you have yourself set eyes upon his august
"Twice I saw him," said the archer.
"He was a lean little rat of a man, with a scab on his chin.
The first time we had five thousand crowns out of him, though he made
much ado about it. The second time we asked ten thousand, but it was three days
before we could come to terms, and I am of opinion myself that we might have
done better by plundering the palace. His
chamberlain and cardinals came forth, as I remember, to ask whether we would
take seven thousand crowns with his blessing and a plenary absolution, or the
ten thousand with his solemn ban by bell, book and candle.
We were all of one mind that it was best to have the ten thousand with
the curse; but in some way they prevailed upon Sir John, so that we were blest
and shriven against our will. Perchance it is as well, for the Company were in
need of it about that time."
The pious Alleyne was deeply shocked by this reminiscence. Involuntarily
he glanced up and around to see if there were any trace of those opportune
levin-flashes and thunderbolts which, in the "Acta Sanctorum," were
wont so often to cut short the loose talk of the scoffer.
The autumn sun streamed down as brightly as ever, and the peaceful red
path still wound in front of them through the rustling, yellow-tinted forest,
Nature seemed to be too busy with her own concerns to heed the dignity of an
outraged pontiff. Yet he felt a
sense of weight and reproach within his breast, as though he had sinned himself
in giving ear to such words. The
teachings of twenty years cried out against such license.
It was not until he had thrown himself down before one of the many
wayside crosses, and had prayed from his heart both for the archer and for
himself, that the dark cloud rolled back again from his spirit.
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