首页 >出版文学> A Monk of Fife by Andrew Lang>第9章
  Now,withhistalkofadventures,andwithhighhopes,Iwassoheartenedup,that,tomyshame,mygrieffellfromme,andIwenttomybedtodreamoftrenchesandescalades,gloryandgain。ButElliot,Ifearme,passedawearynight,andasorry,whereasIhadscarcelaidmyheadonmypillow,asitseemed,whenIheardThomasshoutingtothegrooms,andclatterofourhorses'hoofsinthecourtyard。SoIleapedup,thoughitwasscarcedaylight,andwerodenorthwardsbeforethefullcomingofthedawn。
  HereImustneedswriteofashamefulthing,whichIknewnotthen,orIwouldhaveriddenwithaheavierheart,butIwastoldconcerningthemattermanyyearsafter,byMessireEnguerranddeMonstrelet,averylearnedknight,anddeepinthecounselsoftheDukeofBurgundy。
  "Youwereallsold,"hesaidtome,atDijon,intheyearofourLordfourteenhundredandforty-seven——"youwereallsoldwhenyoumarchedagainstParistown。FortheMaid,withD'Alencon,rodefromCompiegnetowardsParis,onthetwenty-thirdofAugust,ifI
  rememberwell";andhereheturnedaboutcertainwrittenparchmentsthatlaybyhim。"Yea,onthetwenty-thirdsheleftCompiegne,butonthetwenty-eighthofthatmonththeArchbishopofReimsenteredthetown,andtherehemettheambassadorsoftheGoodDukeofBurgundy。Thereheandtheymadeacompactbetweenthem,bindingyourKingandtheDuke,thattheirtruceshouldlasttillNoel,butthatthedukemightusehismeninthedefenceofParisagainstallthatmightmakeonfall。Now,theArchbishopandtheKingknewwellthattheMaidwas,inthathour,marchingonParis。Towhatpurposemakeatruce,andleaveoutofthepeacetheverypointwherewarshouldbe?ManifestlytheFrenchKingnevermeanttoputforththestrengthofhisarmyinhelpingtheMaid。TherewastobetrucebetweenFranceandBurgundy,butnonebetweenEnglandandtheMaid。”
  SoMessireEnguerrandtoldme,alearnedknightandagrave,andthuswasthecounselofthesaintsdefeatedbytheveryKingwhomtheysoughttoaid。Butofthisshamefultreatywemen-at-armsknewnothing,andsohazardedourlivesagainstloadeddice。
  CHAPTERXX——CONCERNINGTHEMAIDANDTHEBIRDS
  Werodenorthwards,firstthroughlandsthatIhadtravelledinbeforetoOrleans,andsointoacountrythenstrangetome,passingbywayofLagny,withintenttogotoSenlis,wherewedeemedtheKinglay。ThewholeregionbeingnearParis,andcloseundertheEnglishpower,wasrichandpeacefulofaspect,thecornbeingalreadyreaped,andstandinginsheavesaboutthefields,whethertofeedEnglishmenorFrenchmen,nonecouldtell。Forthelandwasinakindofhush,inexpectancyandfear,nomanknowinghowthingsshouldfalloutatParis。NathelessthePriorofLagny,withinthatveryweekwhereinwecame,hadgonetoSt。Denis,andyieldedhisgoodtownintothehandsoftheDucd'AlenconfortheKing。AndthefairDukehadsentthitherMessireAmbrosedeLore,averygoodknight,withMessireJehanFoucault,andmanymen-at-arms。
  ToMessireAmbrosewewerebrought,thatwemightgiveandtakehisnews。IrememberwellthatIdroppedoutofthesaddleatthedoorofhislodgings,andcouldscarcestandonmylegs,sowearywasI
  withthelongandswiftriding。NeverhadIriddensofar,andsofast,freshhorsesstandingsaddledandbridledforThomasScottandmeateverystage,butthebeastwhichIhadhiredIsentbackfromthefirststagetominehostofthe"HangingSword。”NotwithoutlabourIclimbedthestairstothechamberofMessireAmbrose,whobadeussitdown,andcalledforwinetobegivenus,whereofThomasScottdrankwell,butIdaredtakenone,lestmylegsshouldwhollyrefusetheiroffice。
  WhenThomashadtoldhowallthecountrylayattheKing'speace,andhowourpurposewastoridetotheKingatSenlis,theknightbadeusrathermakewhathastewemighttoSt。Denis。"Forthere,byto-morrowornextday,theKingisliketobe,andtheassaultwillbedeliveredonParis,comeofitwhatwill。”
  Withthishebadeusgoodspeed,but,toguessfromhiscountenance,wasinnohighhopes。And,atsupper,wheretowehadthecompanyofcertainofhismen-at-arms,Icouldwellperceivethattheywerenotinthebestheart。FornowweheardhowtheMaid,beingsorrowfulforthelongdelays,hadbiddentheDucd'AlenconrideforthwithherfromCompiegne"toseePariscloserthanyetshehadseenit。”
  TheDucd'Alencon,whoinlatedayshassostrangelyforgottentheloyaltyofhisyouth,wasthenfaintomarchwithher,fortheytwoweretheclosestfriendsthatmightbe。ThereforetheyhadpassedbywayofSenlis,wheretheywerejoinedbysomeforceofmen-at-
  arms,andso,onthethirdday'smarch,theycametoSt。Denis,wheretheywerenowlying。HereitisthatthekingsofFrancehavebeenburiedfortheseeighthundredyears,inthegreatAbbey。
  "NomDieu!"saidoneofthosewhospokewithus。"YoumightdeemthatourKingisnowisepressedtoseetheplacewherehisforefatherslie。ForD'Alenconisriding,nowandagain,toSenlis,torousetheKing,andmakehimmarchtoSt。Denis,withthearmy,thattheassaultmaybegiven。Butiftheywerebiddinghimtohisownfuneral,insteadoftoagentlepassageofarms,hecouldnotmakemoreexcuses。ThereareskirmishesunderPariswalls,andatthegates,daybyday,andtheMaidrideshereandthere,consideringofthebestplacefortheonslaught。ButtheKingtarries,andwithouthimandthearmytheycanventureonnogreatvaliance。Nevertheless,comehemust,iftheybringhimboundinacart。Wherefore,ifyouwantyourpartinwhatistoward,youdowelltomakenolongtarryinghere。”
  Iwasofthesamemind,andastheKingwasshortlytobelookedforatSt。Denis,werodethitherearlynextmorning,withwhatspeedwemight。Onourleft,likeacloud,wasthesmokeofParis,makingmeunderstandwhatagreatcityitwas,muchgreaterthanOrleans。
  Beforeus,faraway,werethetalltowersofthechapelofSt。
  Denis,tobeourguide!Weheard,also,thenoiseofordnancebeingfired,andthereforemadethegreaterhaste,andwesorodethat,aboutsixhoursafternoon,ontheEveoftheNativityofourBlessedLady,wereachedthegatesofthetown。Herewefoundgreatpressoffolk,mencomingandgoing,somecarryingthewounded,fortherehadbeenaskirmishthatday,atoneoftheParisgates,whencecamethesoundofcannonandculverins,andwehadwonlittleadvantage。
  AtthegatesofSt。DenisweaskedwherethequartersoftheScotsmen-at-armsmightbe,andweretoldinthechapel,whitherweneedednoguide。But,aswewentupthestreet,wesawwomenleaningforthfromthewindows,laughingwiththemen-at-arms,andbeckoningtothem,andbythetaverndoorsmanyweresittingdrinking,withgirlsbesidethem,andotherswereplayingdice,andmanyanoathweheard,andfoulwords,asiscustomaryinacamp。VerilyIsawwellthatthiswasnotthearmyofmencleanconfessedandofholylifewhohadfollowedtheMaidfromBloistoOrleans。Inplaceofpriests,herewereharlots,and,forhymns,ribaldsongs,formenhadflockedinfromeveryquarter;soldiersoftherobbercompanies,Bretons,Germans,Italians,Spaniards,alltalkingintheirownspeech,rude,foul,anddisorderly。Sowetookourway,asbestweknight,throughthepress,hearingoathsenoughifourhorsestrodovernearanyman,andseeingdaggersdrawn。
  Itwasapleasuretocomeoutonthegreatparvise,wherethered,white,andgreenofourScotswerethecommonestcolours,andwheretheairwaslessfoulandnoisomethaninthenarrowwynds。Highaboveusthegreattowersoftheabbeyshoneredandgoldeninthelightofthesinkingsun,whilebeneathallwasbrown,dusk,anddimwithsmoke。OnthesetowersIcouldgladlyhavelookedlong,andnotwearied。Fortheyareallcarvenwiththeholycompanyofthemartyrsandsaints,liketheAngelswhomJacobsawascendingbytheladderintoheaven;evensothatblessedcompanyseemedtoscaleupwardsfromthefilthofthestreet,andthedarkness,andthedin,rightontowardsthegoldenheightsoftheCityofGod。AndbeneaththemliethesacredbonesofallthekingsofFrance,fromthedaysofSt。Dagoberteventoourowntime,alllaidtheretorestwherenomanshalldisturbthem,tilltheAngels'Trumpetcalls,andtheDayofJudgmentisathand。VerilyitisasolemnplaceforaChristianmantothinkon,andIwasgazingthereupon,asinadream,whenonepluckedmysleeve,andturning,IsawRandalRutherford,allhisteethshowinginagrin。
  "Welcome,"hecried。"Youhavemadegoodspeed,andthebeginningofafrayisbetterthantheendofafeast。And,bySt。Boswell,to-morrowweshallhaveit,lad!TheKingcameinto-day——lateisbetterthannever——andto-morrowwegowiththeMaid,togivethesepock-puddingsatasteofScottishsteel。”
  "AndtheMaid,whereisshe,Randal?"
  "ShelodgesbeyondtheParisgate,atthewindmill,wherefromshedrovetheEnglishsomedaysagone。”
  "Whereforenotinthetown?"Iasked。
  "Mayhapbecauseshelikestobenearherwork,andwouldthatallwereofhermind。Andmayhapshelovesnotthesightofthewencheswhomshewaswonttodrivefromthecamp,aboveallnowthatshehasbrokentheHolySwordofFierbois,smitingalasswiththeflatoftheblade。”
  "Ilikenottheomen,"saidI。
  "Freitsfollowthemthatfreitsfear,"saidRandal,inourcountryspeech。"AndtheMaidisnoneofthese。'Wellitwas,'saidshe,'thatItrustednotmylifetoabladethatbreakssoeasily,'and,inthenextskirmish,shetookaBurgundianwithherownhands,andnowwearshissword,whichisagoodcutandthrustpiece。Butcome,"hecried,"ifneedsyoumustseetheMaid,youhavebuttowalktotheParisgate,andsotothewindmillhardby。AndyourhorseIwillstablewithourown,andforquarters,welivingScotsmen-at-armsfareaswellasthedeadkingsofFrance,forto-nightwelieinthechapel。”
  Idismounted,andhegavemeanembrace,and,holdingmeatarms'-
  length,laughed-
  "Youneverwereatallman,Norman,butyoulooksound,andwhole,andtoughforyourinches,likeaHighlandman'sdirk。Nowbeoffonyourerrand,andwhenitisdone,lookformeyonderatthesignof'TheCrane,'"pointingacrosstheparvisetoatavern,"forIkeepawordtotellinyourlugthatfewwotof,andthatitwilljoyyoutohear。To-morrow,lad,wegoinforemost。”
  Andso,smiling,hetookmyhorseandwenthisway,whistling,"Hey,tuttie,tattie!"
  VerilyhiswasthegladdestfaceIhadseen,andhiswordsputsomeheartintome,whereas,oftherestsaveourownScots,IlikedneitherwhatIsaw,norwhatIheard。
  Ihadbuttowalkdownthestreet,throughelbowingthrongsofgrooms,pages,men-at-arms,andarchers,tillIfoundtheParisGate,whencethewindmillwasplaintobehold。ItwassuchanoldplaceasweseeinNorthernFrance,plain,strong,withredwallswhichtheyellowmossesstain,andwithhighgreyroofs。TheMaid'sbanner,withtheHolyDove,andtheSacredName,droopedabovethegateway,andbesidethedoor,onthemounting-stone,sattheboy,LouisdesCoutes,herpage。Hewasaladoffifteenyears,merryenoughofhisnature,andalwayswentgailyclad,andwearinghisyellowhairlong。Butnowhesatthoughtfulonthemounting-stone,cuttingatabitofwoodwithhisdagger。
  "Soyouhavecometotakeyourpart,"hesaid,whenwehadsalutedeachtheother。"Faith,Ihopeyoubringgoodluckwithyou,andmorejoytomymistress,forweneedallthatyoucanbring。”
  "Why,whatailsallofyou?"Iasked。"Ihaveseenneverahopefulface,savethatofoneofmyowncountrymen。Youarenotafraidofacrackonyourcurlypate,areyou?"
  "Curlyornot,myheadknowsbetterthantoknockitselfagainstPariswalls。Theyarethick,andhigh,andthewindowsofeveryhouseonthewallarepiledwithstones,todropuponus。AndI
  knownotwellwhy,butthingsgoillwithus。IneversawHer,"andhenoddedtowardstheopengateway,"sooutofcomfort。Whenthereisfightingtoward,sheislikeherself,andsheisthefirsttoriseandthelasttoliedown。But,inallourwaitinghere,shehaspassedmanyanhourprayinginthechapel,wherethedeadkingslie,yetherfaceisnotgladwhenshecomesforth。Itwaswonttoshinestrangely,whenshehadbeenpraying,atthechapelinCouldray,whilewewereatChinon。Butnowitisotherwise。
  Moreover,wesawParisverycloseto-day,andtherewereovermanyredcrossesofSt。Georgeuponthewalls。Andto-morrowistheFeastoftheBlessedVirgin,nodayforbloodshed。”
  "Faintheart!"saidIand,indeed,aftertheassaultonParis,LouisdesCouteswentback,androdenomorewiththemaid。"Thebettertheday,thebetterthedeed!MayIgowithin?"
  "Iwillgowithyou,"hesaid,"forshesaidthatyouwouldcome,andbademebringyoutoher。”
  Weenteredthegatewaytogether,andbeforeuslaythesquareofthefarm,strewnwithlitter,andfromwithinthebyreweheardthemilkringinthepails,forthewomenweremilkingthecows。Andtherewebothstoodastonished,forwesawtheMaidasneveryetIhadseenher。Shewasbareheaded,butworetherestofherharness,holdinginherhandameasureofcorn。Allthefowlsoftheairseemedtobeabouther,expectingtheirmeat。Butshewasnotthrowingthegrainamongthem,forshestoodasstillasagravenimage,and,wonderfultotell,adovewasperchedonhershoulder,andamaviswasnestlinginherbreast,whilemanybirdsflewroundher,chieflydoveswithburnishedplumage,flittingasitwerelovingly,andsoftlybrushinghernowandagainwiththeirwings。
  ManyatimehadIhearditsaidthat,whileshewasyetachild,thewildbirdswouldcomeandnestleinthebosomoftheMaid,butIhadneverbelievedthetale。YetnowIsawthisthingwithmineowneyes,afairsightandamarvellous,sobeautifulshelooked,withheadunhelmeted,andthewildfowlandtameflittingaboutherandaboveher,thedovescrooningsweetlyintheirsoftvoices。Thenherlipsmoved,andshespoke-
  "TresdoulxDieu,enl'onneurdevostresainctepassion,jevousrequier,sevousmeaimes,quevousmerevelezcequejedoyfairedemainpourvostregloire!"
  Soshefellsilentagain,andtomeitseemedthatImustnotanylongerlookuponthatholymystery,so,crossingmyself,Ilaidmyhandontheshoulderofthepage,andwewentsilentlyfromtheplace。
  "Haveyoueverseenitinthismanner?"Iwhispered,whenwewereagainwithoutthefarmyard。
  "Never,"saidhe,trembling,"thoughonceIsawastrangerthing。”
  "Andwhatmaythathavebeen?"
  "Nay,Ispokeofittoher,andshemademeswearthatIneverwouldrevealittolivingsoul,saveinconfession。Butsheisnotasotherwomen。”
  WhathehadinhismindIknownot,butIbadehimgoodeven,andwentbackintothetown,wherelightswerebeginningtoshowinthecasements。Inthespacewithinthegatesweremanycartsgathered,fulloffaggotswherewithtochokeupthefosseunderParis,andtablestothrowabovethefaggots,andsocrossovertotheassault。
  CHAPTERXXI——HOWAHUNDREDSCOTSSETFORTHTOTAKEPARISTOWN
  Enteringthetavernof"TheCrane,"IfoundthedoorwayscrowdedwitharchersofourGuard,amongwhomwasRandalRutherford。
  WhenIhadcome,theywalkedintoachamberonthegroundfloor,callingforwine,andbiddingcertainFrenchburgessesgoforth,whoneedednosecondtelling。Thedoorwasshut,twosentinelsofourswerepostedoutside,andthenRandalverycarefullysoundedallthepanelsoftheroom,lookingheedfullylestthereshouldbeanyholewherebywhatpassedamongusmightbeheardinanotherpartofthehouse,buthefoundnothingofthekind。
  Theroombeingfull,somesittingandsomestanding,aswecould,RandalbadeFatherUrquhart,ourchaplain,tellustowhatendwehadbeencalledtogether。
  Thegoodfatherthereuponstoodup,andspokeinalowvoice,butsothatallcouldhear,forwewereallhushedtolisten。
  "Thatistheman,thatisBrotherRichard。Now,asIwasbusytendingthewounded,intheskirmishthreedaysagone,thisCarmelitewasaboutthesamedutyforthoseofhisparty。Heputintomyhandaslipofpaper,whereinBrotherRichardcommendedhimtoanyScotorFrenchmanoftheKing'sparty,asanhonestman,andafriendoftheKing's。WhenIhadreadthis,theCarmelitespokewithmeinLatin,andinalowvoice。Hismatterwasthis:InParis,hesaid,thereisastrongpartyofArmagnacs,whohave,asweallknow,alongscoretosettlewiththemofBurgundy。Theyareofthecommonfolkandlabourers,butamongthemaremanyrichburgesses。Theyhavebandedthemselvestogetherbyanoathtotakeourpart,withinthetown,ifoncewewinagate。Hereisacedulesignedbythemwiththeirnamesormarks,andthishegavemeasaproofofgoodfaith。”
  Herehehandedalongslipofparchment,allcoveredwithwriting,toRandal,anditwentroundamongus,butfewtherewereclerks,savemyself。Ilookedonit,andthenames,manyofthemattestedbysealswithcoatarmour,wereplaintoberead。
  "Theircounselistomusterinarmssecretly,andtoconveythemselves,onebyone,intocertainhouseshardbythePortSt。
  Denis,wherecertainoftheirpartydwell。Now,veryearlyto-
  morrowmorning,beforedawn,thepurposeoftheEnglishistosendforthacompanyofahundredmen-at-arms,whowillmakeasuddenonsetonthewindmill,wheretheMaidliesto-night,andsowilltakeher,iftheymay。”
  "BySt。BrideofDouglas,"saidoneofus,"theywillgettheirkailthroughthereek,forourguardistolieinarmsaboutthewindmill,andbefirstinthefieldto-morrow。”
  "Thecraftis,then,"FatherUrquhartwenton,"thatweshalldestroythisEnglishcompanywithswordorarrow,butwithnoalarmofculverinsorcannon。Meanwhile,somefivescoreofyouwillputonto-nighttheredcrossofSt。George,withplainarmour,sothattheEnglishshallmistakeyoufortheirownmenreturningfromthesally,andsomefewmeninourowncoloursandcoatsyouwillhalewithyouasprisoners。And,ifoneofyoucanbutattirehimselfinsomegearoftheMaid's,withahucqueofhers,scarlet,anddightwiththeLiliesofFrance,theEnglishgate-wardswillopentoyouallthemoreeagerly。”
  "BythebonesofSt。Boswell!"criedRandalinhisloudvoice,butthegoodFatherputahandonhismouth。
  "Quiet,man!"hesaid。
  "BytheblessedbonesofSt。Boswell,"Randalsaidagain,asnearawhisperashecouldattainto,"theladyofthelinen-basketshallcomeastheMaid。Wehavenomansomaidenly。”
  Theyallshouted,laughing,andbeatingthetableswithhandsandtankards。
  "Silence!"criedRobinLindsay。
  "Nay,thelouderwelaugh,thelesswillanysuspectwhatisforward,"saidRandalRutherford。
  "Norman,willyouplaythispartinthemumming?"
  Iwasashamedtosayno,thoughIlikeditnotoverwell,andI
  noddedwithmyhead。
  "Howmaidenlyheblushes!"criedone,andtherewasanotherclamour,tillthewallsrang。
  "Sobeitthen,"saysFatherUrquhart,"andnowyouknowall。ThehonestArmagnacswillrisesosoonasyouarewellwithinthegate。
  TheycommandbothsidesofthestreetthatleadstothePortSt。
  Denis,andfaith,iftheEnglishwanttotakeit,whenahundredScotsarewithin,theywillhavetosallyforthbyanothergate,andcomefromtheoutside。AndyouaretorunupthebannerofScotlandoverthePort,whenonceyouholdit,sotheFrenchattackwillbethereby。”
  "WeplayedthesamegamebeforeVerneuilfight,andwonit,"saidone;"willtheEnglishhaveforgottenthetrick?"
  "BySt。Bride,whenoncetheyseeushalingtheMaidalong,theywillforgetoldstratagemsofwar。Thisisanewdevice!Ohtoseetheirfaceswhenwecry'St。Andrew,'andseton!"
  "Iamnotsooldasyouallinthewars,"Ibegan。
  "No,MademoisellelaLavandiere,butyouareoftherightspirit,withyourwench'sface。”
  "But,"Isaid,"howiftheEnglishthataretoattackthewindmillinthefirstgreyofthemorningcomenottohand-strokes,ortaketotheirheelswhentheyfindusawake,andwinbacktoParisbeforeus?Ourcraft,methinks,istoholdtheminanambush,butwhatifwecatchthemnot?Letbutonerunawaybeswiftoffoot,andweareundone。”
  "Thereisthistobesaid,"quothFatherUrquhart,"thattheEnglishcompanyistosallyforthbythePortSt。Denis,anditisthePortSt。DenisthatourArmagnacswillbeguarding。NowIspeakasamanofpeace,forthatismycalling。ButhowwoulditbeifyourhundredmenandNormansetforthinthedark,andlayhidnotveryfarfromtheSt。DenisGate?Thensomewhileafterthelightingofthebale-firesfromthewindmill,tobelitwhentheEnglishseton,makestraightforthegate,andcry,"St。GeorgeforEngland!"
  "Ifyouseenotthebale-fireseredaylight,youwillcomebackwithwhatspeedyoumay;butifyoudoseethem,then——"
  "Father,youhavenotlivedlongontheHighlandlinefornothing,"
  quothRobinLindsay。
  "Averyproperstratagemindeed,"Isaid,"butnow,gentlemen,thereisonelittlematter;howwillSirHughKennedytakethisdeviceofours?Ifwetryitandfail,withouthisprivity,wehadbetterneverreturn,butdieunderPariswall。And,evenifweholdthegate,andParistownistaken,faithIwouldratheraffrontthefireofJohntheLorrainerthanthefaceofSirHugh。”
  Nomanspoke,therewerenottwomindsonthismatter,so,aftersomechafferofwords,itwasagreedtosendFatherUrquhartwithRandaltoshowthewholeschemetoSirHugh,whiletherestofusshouldawaittheircomingbackwithananswer。Innolongtimetheywerewithus,thefatherveryredandshame-faced。
  "Hegavethegoodfathertheroughsideofhistongue,"quothRandal,"forspeakingfirsttome,andnottohim。Happilywewereovercunningtosayaughtofourgatheringhere。Butwhenhehadlethisbileflow,heswore,andsaidthathecouldspareahundreddyvourloonsofhiscommand,onthecastofthedice,and,nowsilenceall!notawordoracry,"herehehelduphishand,"wearetotake'fortuneofwar'!"
  Everymangrinnedgladlyonhisneighbour,indeadstillness。
  "Now,"saidRandal,"slipoutbythreesandfours,quietly,andtoquarters;butyou,Norman,waitwithme。”
  CHAPTERXXII——HOWNORMANLESLIEFAREDINPARISTOWN
  "Norman,mylad,allourfortunesaremade,"saidRandaltomewhenwewereleftalone。"Therewillbegiltspursandgoldforeveryoneofus,andthepickoftheplunder。”
  "Ilikeitnot,"Ianswered;whereonhecaughtmerudelybybothshoulders,lookingcloseintomyface,sothatthefumeofthewinehehadbeendrinkingreachedmynostrils。
  "IsaLeslieturningrecreant?"heaskedinalowvoice。"AprettytaletotellinthekingdomofFife!"
  Istoodstill,myheartveryhotwithanger,andsaidnoword,whilehisgripclosedonme。
  "Leavehold,"Icriedatlast,andIsworeanoath,maytheSaintsforgiveme,——"Iwillnotgo!"
  Heloosedhisgrasponme,andstruckonehandhardintotheother。
  "ThatIshouldseethis,andhavetotellit!"hesaid,andsteppingtothetable,hedranklikeonethirsty,andthenfelltopacingthechamber。Heseemedtobethinkingslowly,ashewipedandpluckedathisbeard。
  "Whatisitthatailsyou?"heasked。"Lookyou,thisonfallandstratagemofwarmaynotmiscarry。Perditiontakethefool,itissafe!"
  "HaveIbeenseekingsafetysinceyouknewme?"Iasked。
  "Verilyno,andthereforeIwonderatyouthemore;butyouhavebeenlongsick,andmen'smindsarechangeful。Considerthething,nomDieu!Iftherebenotwolightsshownfromthemill,westepbacksilently,andallisasitwas;theEnglishhavethoughtworseoftheirnightonfall,ortheCarmelite'smessagewasrusedeguerre。Butifweseethetwolights,thenthehundredEnglishareattemptingthetakingofthemill;theSt。DenisGateisopenfortheirreturn,andwearelookedforbyourArmagnacswithinParis。
  Weriskbutashorttusslewithsomedrowsypock-puddings,andthenthetownisours。TheGateisasstrongtoholdagainstanenemyfromwithinasfromwithout。Why,man,runtoLouisdeCoutes,andbegacastsuitoftheMaid's;shehasplenty,forsheisawomaninthis,thatdearlyshelovesrichattire。”
  "Randal,"Isaid,"Iwillgowithyou,andthegladdestladinFrancetobegoing,butIwillgoinmyownproperguiseasaman-
  at-arms。ToweartheraimentoftheBlessedMaid,amanandasinnerlikeme,Iwillinnowiseconsent;itisneitherseemlynorhonourable。Takeyourownway,putmeunderarrestifyouwill,andspoilmyfortunes,andmakemeamandisgraced,butIwillnotwearherholyraiment。Itisnotthedeedofagentleman,orofaChristian。”
  Hepluckedathisbeard。"Iampartlywithyou,"hesaid。"AndyetitwereagreatbourdetoplayoffontheEnglish,andmostliketotakethemandtobetoldofinballadandchronicle,likeoneofWallace'sonfalls。For,seeingthePucelle,astheywilldeem,inourhands,theywillthinkallsafe,andwelcomeusopenarmed。O
  Norman,canwedonothing?Stop,willyouwearanotherwoman'sshortkirtleoveryourcuissesandtaslet?Sheshallbenosaint,I
  warrantyou,but,forasinner,abonnylassandamerry。AsagentlemanIdeemthisfairstratagemofwar。IfIwereyourownbrother,——theSaintshavehissoulintheirkeeping,——Iwouldstillbeofthiscounsel。Willyou,mylad?"
  Helookedsosad,andyetwithalsocomical,thatIheldoutmyhandtohim,laughing。
  "Disguisemeasyouwill,"Isaid,"IhavegonemummingasMaidMarionbeforenow,intheRobinHoodplay,atSt。Andrews";andasI
  spoke,IsawthetallthatchedroofsofSouthStreet,andthePrioryGatesopen,thebuddingelmsabovethegardenwallofSt。Leonard's,andalltheMay-dayrevelofayearagonepouringoutintothegoodtown。
  "Youspeaklikeyourselfnow,blessyourbeardlessface!Comeforth,"hesaid,takingalongpullatatankard,——"thatnothingmightbewasted,"——andsowewenttoquarters,andRandaltrudgedoff,sooncomingback,laughing,withtheredkirtle。OurmenhadbeenverybusyfurbishinguptheredcrossofSt。Georgeontheirbreasts,andstrippingthemselvesofanysignofourowncolours。
  Asformybusking,neverhadmaidsuchroughtire-women;butbyonewayoranother,theapparelwasaccommodated,andtheyallsaidthat,atalittledistanceofground,theEnglishwouldbefinelyfooled,andmustdeemthattheMaidherselfwasbeingledtothemcaptive。
  Itwasnowinthesmallhoursofmorning,dark,savefortheglimmerofstars,hereandthereinacloudysky。FatherUrquharthimselfwentuptotheroofofthemill,tosayhisorisons,havingwithhimcertainfaggotsofpitch-wood,forlightingthebeacon-firesifneedwere;and,asitchanced,brazierstothisendstoodreadyontheroof,asiscustomonourownBorderkeeps。
  WeScots,ahundredinall,inEnglishcolours,withthreeorfourasprisoners,inourownbadges,faredcautiously,andwithnowordspoken,throughdewywoods,orlurkingalongindryditcheswherebestwemight,towardstheSt。DenisGateofParis。Ihadneverbeenonanightsurpriseorbushmentbefore,andImarvelledhoworderlytheotherskept,asmenusedtosuchwork,whereasIwentstumblingandblindlings。Atlength,withinsightofthetwinklinglightsofParis,andahundredyardsortherebyoffthecommonway,wewerehaltedinalittlewood,andbiddentoliedown;nomanwassomuchastowhisper。Someslept,Iknow,forIheardtheirsnoring,butformypart,Ineverwaslessinlovewithsleep。Whentheskyfirstgrewgrey,sothatwecoulddimlyseeshapesofthings,weheardalightnoiseofmarchingmenontheroad。
  "TheEnglish!"whisperedhethatlaynextme。"Hush!"breathedRandal,andsothefootstepswentby,noneofusdaringtostir,forfearoftherustleintheleaves。
  Thesoundsoonceased;beliketheyhadstruckoffintotheseveryfieldswherethroughwehadjustmarched。
  "Now,RobinLindsay,climbintoyonderash-tree,andkeepyoureyesonthemillandthebeacon-fires,"saidRandal。
  Robinscrambledup,noteasily,becauseofhisarmour,andwewaited,asitseemed,foranendlesstime。
  "Whatisthatsound,"whisperedone,"soheavyandsohoarse?"
  Itwasmyownheartbeating,asifitwouldburstmyside,butI
  saidnought,andeventhenRobinslidfromthetree,aslightlyashemight。Hehelduptwofingers,withoutaword,forasignthatthebeaconswerelighted,andnodded。
  "Downall,"whisperedRandal。
  "Givethemtime,givethemtime。”
  Sotherewelay,aswemust,butthatwasthehardestpartofthewaiting,andnosoundbutofthefowlsandwildthingsarousing,andthecryofsentinelsfromPariswalls,cametoourears。
  AtlengthRandalsaid,"Upall,andonwards!"
  Wearose,loosenedourswordsintheirsheaths,andsocrossedtotheroad。WecouldnowseeParisplainly,andwereclosebythefarmoftheMathurins,whilebeyondwasthelevellandtheycall"LesPorcherons,"withslopesaboveit,andmanytrees。
  "Now,Norman,"saidRandal,"whenwecomewithinclearsightofthegate,twoofusshallseizeyoubythearmsasprisoner;thenweallcry'St。George!'andsetoffrunningtowardsParis。Thequicker,thelesstimefordiscovery。”
  So,havingmarchedorderlyandspeedily,whilethebanksoftheroadwayhidus,wesetofftorun,RandalandRobingrippingmewhenwewerefullinsightofthemoat,ofthedrawbridgewhichwasdown,andthegate。
  Thenourmenallcried,"St。GeorgeforEngland!Thewitchistaken!"AndsorunningdisorderlyandfastwemadeforthePort,whileEnglishmen-at-armsmightbeplainlyseenandheard,gazing,wavingtheirhands,andshoutingfromthebattlementsofthetwogate-towers。Downtheroadweran,pastcertainsmallhousesofpeasants,andpastagibbetwithamarauderhangingfromit,justoverthedryditch。
  Ourfeet,wethreeleading,withsometwentyinaclumphardbehindus,rangloudonthedrawbridgeoverthedryfosse。Thebridgeplanksquiveredstrangely;wewerenowwithinthegateway,whendownfelltheportcullisbehindus,thedrawbridge,creaking,flewup,acrowdofangryfacesandredcrosseswerepressingonus,andablowfellonmysalade,makingmereel。Iwasheldinstrongarms,swordsshoneoutaboveme,Istumbledonabody——itwasRobinLindsay's——IheardRandalgiveacurseashisbladebrokeonahelmet,andcry,"Iyieldme,rescueornorescue。”Thenburstforthablastofshouts,andwordsofcommandandyells,andEnglishcurses。Cannon-shotroaredoverhead,andmymouthwasfullofsulphursmokeanddust。Theywerefiringonthoseofourmenwhohadnotsetfootonthedrawbridgewhenitflewup。Soontheportcullisroseagain,andthebridgefell,toletinabandofEnglisharchers,throughwhomourScotswerecuttingtheirwaybacktowardsSt。Denis。
  OfallthisIgotglimpses,ratherthanclearsight,asthethrongwithinthegatewayreeledandshifted,crushingmesorely。
  PresentlytheEnglishfromwithouttroopedin,laughingandcursing,welcomedbytheirfellows,andeverymanofthempryingintomyface,andgibing。Ithadbeenasettledplan:wewerebetrayed,itwasoverclear,andnowaharshvoicebehindmakingmeturn,Isawthewolf'sfaceofFatherThomasunderhishood,andhisyellowfangs。
  "Ha!fairclerk,theythatbenoclerksthemselvesmayyethireclerkstoworkforthem。Howlikeyoumybrother,theCarmelite?"
  ThenIknewtoowellhowthisstratagemhadallbeenlaidbythatdevil,andmyheartturnedtowaterwithinme。
  Randalwasledaway,butroundmethecrowdgatheredintheopenspace,forIwashaledintothegreatergatetowerbeyondthewetfosse,andfromallquartersransoldiers,andmen,women,andchildrenofthetowntomockme。
  "Beholdher,"criedFatherThomas,climbingonamounting-stone,asonewhowouldpreachtothepeople,whilethesoldiersthatheldmelaughed。
  "Beholdthiswonderfulwonderofallwonders,themiraculousMaidoftheArmagnacs!Sheboastedthat,byhelpoftheSaints,shewouldbethefirstwithinthecity,andlo!sheisthefirst,butshehascomewithoutherarmy。Sheiseverywayamiracle,markyou,forshehathadownonherchin,suchasnocommonmaidenswear;andifshewouldbutspeakafewwordsofcounsel,methinkshertonguewouldsoundstrangelyScottishforaLorrainer。”
  "Speak,speak!"shoutedthethrong。
  "Dogs,"Icried,inFrench,"dogsandcowards!YoushallseetheMaidcloserbeforenightfall,andflyfromherasyouhavefledbefore。”
  "SaidInotso?"askedBrotherThomas。
  "Amiracle,amiracle,theMaidhathaScotstongueinherhead。”
  Therewithstonesbegantofall,butthefather,holdinguphishand,badethemultituderefrain。
  "Harmhernot,goodbrethren,forto-morrowthisMaidshallbetriedbytheordealoffireifthatbethewillofourgovernors。Thenshallweseeifshecanworkmiraclesornot,"andsohewentongibing,whiletheygrinnedhorriblyuponme。NeversawIsomanyvilefacesofthebasestpeoplecometogether,fromtheirfilthydensinParis。Butasmyeyesranoverthemwithloathing,IbeheldafaceIknew;thefaceofthatviolerwomanwhohadbeeninourcompanybeforewecametoChinon,andlo!perchedonhershoulder,chainedwithachainfastenedroundherwrist,wasElliot'sjackanapes!Toseethepoorbeastthatmyladylovedinsuchillcompany,seemedasifitwouldbreakmyheart,andmyheadfellonmybreast。