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fered compliment, and replied, "If I be in the presence of my gaoler, Sir Knight-nor will circumstances allow me to think otherwise-it best becomes his prisoner to remain standing till she learns her doom."
" Alas ! fair Rowena,” returned De Bracy, "you are in presence of your captive, not your gaoler ; and it is from your fair eyes that De Bracy must receive that doom which you fondly expect from him."
“I know you not, sir,” said the lady, drawing herself up with all the pride of offended rank and beauty ; "I know you not-and the insolent familiarity with which you apply to me the jargon of a troubadour, forms no apology for the violence of a robber.”
“To thyself, fair maid,” answered De Bracy, in his former tone—" to thine own charms be ascribed whate'er I have done which passed the respect due to her whom I have chosen queen of my heart, and loadstar of my eyes.”
"I repeat to you, Sir Knight, that I know you not, and that no man wearing chain and spurs ought thus to intrude himself upon the presence of an unprotected lady."
" That I am unknown to you,” said De Bracy, “is indeed my misfortune; yet let me hope that De Bracy's name has not been always unspoken, when minstrels or heralds have praised deeds of chivalry, whether in the lists or in the battlefield."
“To heralds and to minstrels, then, leave thy praise, Sir Knight,” replied Rowena," more suiting for their mouths than for thine own; and tell me which of them shall record in song, or in book of tourney, the memorable conquest of this night, a conquest obtained over an old man, followed by a few timid hinds; and its booty, an unfortunate maiden, transported against her will to the castle of a robber?"
“ You are unjust, Lady Rowena," said the knight, biting his lips in some confusion, and speaking in a tone more natural to him than that of affected gallantry, which he had at first adopted ; yourself free from passion, you can allow no excuse for the frenzy of another, although caused by your own beauty."
“ I pray you, Sir Knight,” said Rowena, " to cease a language so commonly used by strolling minstrels, that it becomes not the mouth of knights or nobles. Certes, you constrain me to sit down, since you enter upon such commonplace terms, of which each vile crowder hath a stock that might last from hence to Christmas."
“Proud damsel,” said De Bracy, incensed at finding his gallant style procured him nothing but contempt—"proud damsel, thou shalt be as proudly encountered. Know then, that I have supported my pretensions to your hand in the way that best suited thy character. It is meeter for thy humour to be wooed with bow and bill, than in set terms, and in courtly language.
“Courtesy of tongue,” said Rowena, “when it is used to veil churlishness of deed, is but a knight's girdle around the breast of a base clown. I wonder not that the restraint appears to gall you—more it were for your honour to have retained the dress and language of an outlaw, than to veil the deeds of one under an affectation of gentle language and demeanour.”
“You counsel well, lady," said the Norman ; "and in the bold language which best justifies bold action, I tell thee, thou shalt never leave this castle, or thou shalt leave it as Maurice De Bracy's wife. I am not wont to be baffled in my enterprises, nor needs a Norman noble scrupulously to vindicate his conduct to the Saxon maiden whom he distinguishes by the offer of his hand. Thou art proud, Rowena, and thou art the fitter to be my wife. By what other means couldst thou be raised to high honour and to princely place, saving by my alliance ? How else wouldst thou escape from the mean precincts of a country grange, where Saxons herd with the swine which form their wealth, to take thy seat, honoured as thou shouldst be, and shalt be, amid all in England that is distinguished by beauty or dignified by power?”
"Sir Knight," replied Rowena, “the grange which you contemn hath been my shelter from infancy; and, trust me, when I leave it should that day ever arrive-it shall be with one who has not learnt to despise the dwelling and manners in which I have been brought up.'
“I guess your meaning, lady,” said De Bracy, though you may think it lies too obscure for my apprehension. But dream not that Richard Cour-de-Lion will ever resume his throne, far less that Wilfred of Ivanhoe, his minion, will ever lead thee to his footstool, to be there welcomed as the bride of a favourite. Another suitor might feel jealousy while he touched this string : but my firm purpose cannot be changed by a passion so childish and so hopeless. Know, lady, that this rival is in my power, and that it rests but with me to betray the secret of his being within the castle to Front-de-Boeuf, whose jealousy will be more fatal than mine."
“Wilfred here ?” said Rowena, in disdain ; " that is as true as that Front-de-Boeuf is his rival.”
De Bracy looked at her steadily for an instant. " Wert thou really ignorant of this ?" said he; “ didst thou not know that Wilfred of Ivanhoe travelled in the litter of the Jew ?-a meet conveyance for the crusader, whose doughty arm was to conquer the Holy Sepulchre ?" And he laughed scornfully.
“ And if he is here,” said Rowena, compelling herself to a tone of indifference, though trembling with an agony of apprehension which she could not suppress," in what is he the rival of Front-de-Boeuf? or what has he to fear beyond a short imprisonment, and an honourable ransom, according to the use of chivalry?'
“Rowena,” said De Bracy, "art thou, too, deceived by the common error of thy sex, who think there can be no rivalry but that respecting their own charms? Knowest thou not that there is a jealousy of ambition and of wealth, as well as of love ; and that this our host, Front-de-Bauf, will push from his road him who opposes his claim to the fair barony of Ivanhoe, as readily, eagerly, and unscrupulously, as if he were preferred to him by some blue-eyed damsel ? But smile on my suit, lady, and the wounded champion shall have nothing to fear from Front-de-Boeuf, whom else thou mayest mourn for, as in the hands of one who has never shewn compassion.
“Save him, for the love of Heaven!” said Rowena, her firmness giving way under terror for her lover's impending fate.
I can—I will—it is my purpose,” said De Bracy; "for, when Rowena consents to be the bride of Do Bracy, who is it that shall dare to put forth a violent hand upon her kinsman—the son of her guardian--the companion of her youth? But it is thy love must buy his protection. I am not romantic fool enough to farther the fortune, or avert the fate, of one who is likely to be a successful obstacle between me and my wishes. Use thine influence with me in his behalf, and he is safe, --refuse to employ it, Wilfred dies, and thou thyself art not the nearer to freedom.'
“Thy language,” answered Rowena, "hath in its indifferent bluntness something which cannot be reconciled with the horrors it seems to express. I believe not that thy purpose is so wicked or thy power so great."
"Flatter thyself, then, with that belief,” said De Bracy, “until time shall prove it false. Thy lover lies wounded in this castlo—thy preferred lover. He is a bar betwixt Front-de-Boeuf and that which Front-de-Beuf loves better than either ambition and beauty. What will it cost beyond the blow of a poniard; or the thrust of a javelin, to silence his opposition for ever? Nay, were Front-de-Bouf afraid to justify a deed so open, let the leech but give his patient a wrong draught let the chamberlain, or the nurse who tends him, but pluck the pillow from his head, and Wilfred, in his present condition, is sped without the effusion of blood. Cedric also
“And Cedric also,” said Rowena, repeating his words ; "my noblemy generous guardian! I deserved the evil I have encountered, for forgetting his fate even in that of his son!”
"Cedric's fate also depends upon thy determination,” said De Bracy ; "and I leave thee to form it."
Hitherto Rowena had sustained her part in this trying scene with undismayed courage, but it was because she had not considered the danger as serious and imminent. Her disposition was naturally that which physiognomists consider as proper to fair complexions, mild, timid, and gentle ; but it had been tempered, and, as it were, hardened by the circumstances of her education. Accustomed to see the will of all, even of Cedric himself (sufficiently arbitrary with others), give way before her wishes, she had acqnired that sort of courage, and self-confidence which arises from the habitual and constant deference of the circle in which we move. She could scarce conceive the possibility of her will being opposed, far less that of its being treated with total disregard.
Her haughtiness and habit of domination was, therefore, a fictitious character, induced over that which was natural to her, and it deserted her when her eyes were opened to the extent of her own danger, as well as that of her lover and her guardian; and when she found her will, the slightest expression of which was wont to command respect and attention, now placed in opposition to that of a man of a strong, fierce, and determined mind, who possessed the advantage over her, and was resolved to use it, she quailed before him.
After casting her eyes around, as if to look for the aid which was nowhere to be found, and after a few broken interjections, she raised her hands to heaven, and burst into a passion of uncontrolled vexation and
It was impossible to see so beautiful a creature in such extremity without feeling for her, and Do Bracy was not unmoved, though he was yet more embarrassed than touched. He had, in truth, gone too far to recede ; and yet, in Rowena's present condition, she could not be acted on either by argument or threats. Ho paced the apartment to and fro, now vainly exhorting the terrified maiden to compose herself, now hesitating concerning his own line of conduct.
If, thought he, I should be moved by the tears and sorrow of this disconsolate damsel, what should I reap but the loss of those fair hopes for
wich I have encountered so much risk, and the ridicule of Prince John and his jovial comrades ? " And yet,” he said to himself, “I feel myself ill framed for the part which I am playing. I cannot look on so fair a face while it is disturbed with agony, or on those eyes when they are drowned in tears. I would she had retained her original haughtiness of disposition, or that I had a larger share of Front-de-Bouf's thrice-tempered hardness of heart !"
Agitated by these thoughts, he could only bid the unfortunate Rowena be comforted, and assure her, that as yet she had no reason for the excess of despair to which she was now giving way. But in this task of consolation De Bracy was interrupted by the horn, “hoarse-winded blowing far and keen,” which had at the same time alarmed the other inmates of the castle, and interrupted their several plans of avarice and of license. Of them all, perhaps, Do Bracy least regretted the interruption ; for his conference with the Lady Rowena had arrived at a point where he found it equally difficult to prosecute or to resign his enterprise.
And here we cannot but think it necessary to offer some better proof than the incidents of an idle tale, to vindicate the melancholy representation of manners which has been just laid before the reader. It is grievous to think that those valiant barons, to whose stand against the crown the liberties of England were indebted for their existence, should themselves have been such dreadful oppressors, and capable of excesses contrary not only to the laws of England, but to those of nature and humanity. But, alas ! we have only to extract from the industrious Henry one of those numerous passages which he has collected from contemporary historians, to prove that fiction itself can hardly reach the dark reality of the horrors of the period.
The description given by the author of the Saxon Chronicle of the cruelties exercised in the reign of King Stephen by the great barons and lords of castles, who were all Normans, affords a strong, proof of the excesses of which they were capable when their passions were inflamed. “They grievously oppressed the poor people by building castles ; and when they were built, they filled them with wicked men, or rather devils, who seized both men and women who they imagined had any money, threw them into prison, and put them to more cruel tortures than the martyrs ever endured. They suffocated some in mud, and suspended others by the feet, or the head, or the thumbs, kindling fires below them. They squeezed the heads of some with knotted cords till they pierced their brains, while they threw others into dungeons swarming with serpents, snakes, and toads." But it would be cruel to put the reader to the pain of perusing the remainder of this description.
As another instance of these bitter fruits of conquest, and perhaps the strongest that can be quoted, we may mention that the Princess Matilda, though a daughter of the King of Scotland, and afterwards both Queen of England, niece to Edgar Atheling, and mother to the Empress of Germany, the daughter, the wife, and the mother of monarchs, was obliged, during her early residence for education in England, to assume the veil of a nun, as the only means of escaping the licentious pursuit of the Norman nobles. This excuse she stated before a great council of the clergy of England, as the sole reason for her having taken the religious habit. The assembled
* Henry's Hist. edit. 1805, vol. vii. p. 246.
clergy admitted the validity of the plea, and the notoriety of the circumstances upon which it was founded; giving thus an indubitable and most remarkable testimony to the existence of that disgraceful license by which that age was stained. It was a matter of public knowledge, they said, that after the conquest of King William, his Norman followers, elated by so great a victory, acknowledged no law but their own wicked pleasure, and not only despoiled the conquered Saxons of their lands and their goods, but invaded the honour of their wives and of their daughters with the most unbridled license; and hence it was then common for matrons and maidens of noble families to assume the veil, and take shelter in convents, not as called thither by the vocation of God, but solely to preserve their honour from the unbridled wickedness of man.
Such and so licentious were the times, as announced by the public declaration of the assembled clergy, recorded by Eadmer; and we need add nothing more to vindicate the probability of the scenes which we have detailed, and are about to detail, upon the more apocryphal authority of the Wardour MS.