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Ay, the curfew ;-Reginald de Front-de-Bauf and Philip de Malvoisin know the use of the curfew as well as William the Bastard himself, or e'er a Norman adventurer that fought at Hastings. I shall hear, I guess, that my property has been swept off to save from starving the hungry banditti, whom they cannot support but by theft and robbery. My faithful slave is murdered, and my goods are taken for a prey—and Wamba—where is Wamba? Said not some one he had
forth with Gurth ?” Oswald replied in the affirmative.
Ay, why this is better and better; he is carried off too, the Saxon fool, to serve the Norman lord. Fools are we all indeed that serve them, and fitter subjects for their scorn and laughter, than if we were born with but half our wits. But I will be avenged,” he added, starting from his chair in impatience at the supposed injury, and catching hold of his boar-spear ;
“ I will go with
my complaint to the great council ; I have friends, I have followers-man to man will I appeal the Norman to the lists ; let him come in his plate and his mail, and all that can render cowardice bold; I have sent such a javelin as this through a stronger fence than three of their war shields -Haply they think me old ; but they shall find, alone and childless as I am, the blood of Hereward is in the veins of Cedric.-Ah, Wilfred, Wilfred !” he exclaimed in
a lower tone, “couldst thou have ruled thine unreasonable passion, thy father had not been left in his age like the solitary oak that throws out its shattered and unprotected branches against the full sweep of the tempest !” The reflection seemed to conjure into sadness his irritated feelings. Replacing his javelin, he resumed his seat, bent his looks downward, and appeared to be absorbed in melancholy reflection.
From his musing, Cedric was suddenly awakened by the blast of a horn, which was replied to by the clamorous yells and barking of all the dogs in the hall, and some twenty or thirty which were quartered in other parts of the building. It cost some exercise of the white truncheon, well seconded by the exertions of the domestics, to silence this canine clamour.
“ To the gate, knaves !" said the Saxon, hastily, as soon as the tumult was so much appeased that the dependants could hear his voice. “ See what tidings that horn tells us of—to announce, I ween, some hership and robbery which has been done
upon my lands.
Returning in less than three minutes, a warder announced " that the Prior Aymer of Jorvaulx, and the good knight Brian de Bois-Guilbert, commander of the valiant and venerable order of Knights Templars, with a small retinue, requested hospitality and lodging for the night, being on their way
to a tournament which was to be held not far from Ashby-de-la-Zouche, on the second day from the present.”
“ Aymer, the Prior Aymer ? Brian de BoisGuilbert ?”—muttered Cedric; “Normans both;
- but Norman or Saxon, the hospitality of Rotherwood must not be impeached ; they are welcome, since they have chosen to halt-more welcome would they have been to have ridden further on their way—But it were unworthy to murmur for a night's lodging and a night's food; in the quality of guests at least, even Normans must suppress
their insolence.—Go, Hundebert,” he added, to a sort of major-domo who stood behind him with a white wand; “ take six of the attendants, and introduce the strangers to the guests' lodging. Look after their horses and mules, and see their train lack nothing. Let them have change of vestments if they require it, and fire, and water to wash, and wine and ale; and bid the cooks add what they hastily can to our evening meal; and let it be put on the board when those strangers are ready to share it. Say to them, Hundebert, that Cedric would himself bid them welcome, but he is under a vow never to step more than three steps from the dais of his own hall to meet any who shares not the blood of Saxon royalty. Begone! see them carefully tended ; let them not say in
their pride, the Saxon churl has shewn at once his poverty and his avarice.”
The major-domo departed with several attendants, to execute his master's commands. “ The Prior Aymer !" repeated Cedric, looking to Oswald,“ the brother, if I mistake not, of Giles de Mauleverer, now lord of Middleham?"
Oswald made a respectful sign of assent. “His brother sits in the seat, and usurps the patrimony, of a better race, the race of Ulfgar of Middleham; but what Norman lord doth not the same? This Prior is, they say, a free and jovial priest, who loves the wine-cut and the bugle-horn better than bell and book : Good; let him come; he shall be welcome. How named ye the Templar ?"
“ Brian de Bois-Guilbert.”
“ Bois-Guilbert,” said Cedric, still in the musing, half-arguing tone, which the habit of living among dependants had accustomed him to employ, and which resembled a man who talks to himself rather than to those around him—" Bois-Guilbert? that name has been spread wide both for good and evil. They say he is valiant as the bravest of his order ; but stained with their usual vices, pride, arrogance, cruelty, and voluptuousness; a hard-hearted man, who knows neither fear of earth nor awe of heaven. So say the few warriors who have returned from Palestine.-Well;
it is but for one night; he shall be welcome too. Oswald, broach the oldest wine-cask; place the best mead, the richest morat, the most sparkling cider, the most odoriferous pigments, upon the board ; fill the largest horns*_Templars and Abbots love good wines and good measure.—Elgitha, let thy Lady Rowena know we shall not this night expect her in the hall, unless such be her especial pleasure.”
“ But it will be her especial pleasure,” answered Elgitha, with great readiness, “ for she is ever desirous to hear the latest news from Palestine."
Cedric darted at the forward damsel a glance of hasty resentment; but Rowena, and whatever belonged to her, were privileged and secure from his anger. He only replied, “ Silence, maiden ; thy tongue outruns thy discretion. Say my message to thy mistress, and let her do her pleasure. Here, at least, the descendant of Alfred still reigns a princess.” Elgitha left the apartment.
“ Palestine !" repeated the Saxon ; “ Palestine ! how many ears are turned to the tales which disso
* These were drinks used by the Saxons, as we are informed by Mr Turner: Morat was made of honey favoured with the juice of mulberries; Pigment was a sweet and rich liquor, composed of wine highly spiced, and sweetened also with honey; the other liquors need no explanation.
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