CHAPTER IX. HOW STRANGE THINGS BEFELL IN MINSTEAD WOOD.
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Thepathwhichtheyoungclerkhadnowtofollowlaythroughamagnificentforestoftheveryheaviesttimber,wherethegiantbowlsofoakandofbeechformedlongaislesineverydirection,shootinguptheirhugebranchestobuildthemajesticarchesofNature'sowncathedral.Beneathlayabroadcarpetofthesoftestandgreenestmoss,fleckedoverwithfallenleaves,butyieldingpleasantlytothefootofthetraveller.Thetrackwhichguidedhimwasonesoseldomusedthatinplacesitlostitselfentirelyamongthegrass,toreappearasareddishrutbetweenthedistanttreetrunks.Itwasverystillhereintheheartofthewoodlands.Thegentlerustleofthebranchesandthedistantcooingofpigeonsweretheonlysoundswhichbrokeinuponthesilence,savethatonceAlleyneheardafaroffamerrycalluponahuntingbugleandtheshrillyappingofthehounds.
Itwasnotwithoutsomeemotionthathelookeduponthescenearoundhim,for,inspiteofhissecludedlife,heknewenoughoftheancientgreatnessofhisownfamilytobeawarethatthetimehadbeenwhentheyhadheldundisputedandparamountswayoverallthattractofcountry.HisfathercouldtracehispureSaxonlineagebacktothatGodfreyMalfwhohadheldthemanorsofBisterneandofMinsteadatthetimewhentheNormanfirstsetmailedfootuponEnglishsoil.Theafforestationofthedistrict,however,anditsconversionintoaroyaldemesnehadclippedoffalargesectionofhisestate,whileotherpartshadbeenconfiscatedasapunishmentforhissupposedcomplicityinanabortiveSaxonrising.Thefateoftheancestorhadbeentypicalofthatofhisdescendants.Duringthreehundredyearstheirdomainshadgraduallycontracted,sometimesthroughroyalorfeudalencroachment,andsometimesthroughsuchgiftstotheChurchasthatwithwhichAlleyne'sfatherhadopenedthedoorsofBeaulieuAbbeytohisyoungerson.Theimportanceofthefamilyhadthusdwindled,buttheystillretainedtheoldSaxonmanor-house,withacoupleoffarmsandagrovelargeenoughtoaffordpannagetoahundredpigs—“sylvadecentumporcis,”astheoldfamilyparchmentsdescribeit.Aboveall,theownerofthesoilcouldstillholdhisheadhighastheveritableSocmanofMinstead—thatis,asholdingthelandinfreesocage,withnofeudalsuperior,andanswerabletonomanlowerthantheking.Knowingthis,Alleynefeltsomelittleglowofworldlyprideashelookedforthefirsttimeuponthelandwithwhichsomanygenerationsofhisancestorshadbeenassociated.Hepushedonthequicker,twirlinghisstaffmerrily,andlookingoutateveryturnofthepathforsomesignoftheoldSaxonresidence.Hewassuddenlyarrested,however,bytheappearanceofawild-lookingfellowarmedwithaclub,whosprangoutfrombehindatreeandbarredhispassage.Hewasarough,powerfulpeasant,withcapandtunicofuntannedsheepskin,leatherbreeches,andgalligaskinsroundlegsandfeet.
“Stand!”heshouted,raisinghisheavycudgeltoenforcetheorder.“Whoareyouwhowalksofreelythroughthewood?Whitherwouldyougo,andwhatisyourerrand?”
“WhyshouldIansweryourquestions,myfriend?”saidAlleyne,standingonhisguard.
“Becauseyourtonguemaysaveyourpate.ButwherehaveIlookeduponyourfacebefore?”
“Nolongeragothanlastnightatthe'PiedMerlin,'”theclerkanswered,recognizingtheescapedserfwhohadbeensooutspokenastohiswrongs.
“BytheVirgin!yes.Youwerethelittleclerkwhosatsomuminthecorner,andthencriedfyonthegleeman.Whathastinthescrip?”
“Naughtofanyprice.”
“HowcanItellthat,clerk?Letmesee.”
“NotI.”
“Fool!Icouldpullyoulimbfromlimblikeapullet.Whatwouldyouhave?Hastforgotthatwearealonefarfromallmen?Howcanyourclerkshiphelpyou?Wouldstlosescripandlifetoo?”
“Iwillpartwithneitherwithoutfight.”
“Afight,quotha?Afightbetwixtspurredcockandnewhatchedchicken!Thyfightingdaysmaysoonbeover.”
“HadstaskedmeinthenameofcharityIwouldhavegivenfreely,”criedAlleyne.“Asitstands,notonefarthingshallyouhavewithmyfreewill,andwhenIseemybrother,theSocmanofMinstead,hewillraisehueandcryfromvilltovill,fromhundredtohundred,untilyouaretakenasacommonrobberandascourgetothecountry.”
Theoutlawsankhisclub.“TheSocman'sbrother!”hegasped.“Now,bythekeysofPeter!IhadratherthathandwitheredandtonguewaspalsiedereIhadstruckormiscalledyou.IfyouaretheSocman'sbrotheryouareoneoftherightside,Iwarrant,forallyourclerklydress.”
“HisbrotherIam,”saidAlleyne.“ButifIwerenot,isthatreasonwhyyoushouldmolestmeontheking'sground?”
“Igivenotthepipofanappleforkingorfornoble,”criedtheserfpassionately.“IllhaveIhadfromthem,andillIshallrepaythem.Iamagoodfriendtomyfriends,and,bytheVirgin!anevilfoemantomyfoes.”
“Andthereforetheworstoffoementothyself,”saidAlleyne.“ButIprayyou,sinceyouseemtoknowhim,topointouttometheshortestpathtomybrother'shouse.”
Theserfwasabouttoreply,whentheclearringingcallofabugleburstfromthewoodclosebehindthem,andAlleynecaughtsightforaninstantofthedunsideandwhitebreastofalordlystagglancingswiftlybetwixtthedistanttreetrunks.Aminutelatercametheshaggydeer-hounds,adozenorfourteenofthem,runningonahotscent,withnosetoearthandtailinair.Astheystreamedpastthesilentforestaroundbrokesuddenlyintoloudlife,withgallopingofhoofs,cracklingofbrushwood,andtheshort,sharpcriesofthehunters.Closebehindthepackrodeafourrierandayeoman-pricker,whoopingonthelaggardsandencouragingtheleaders,intheshrillhalf-Frenchjargonwhichwasthelanguageofveneryandwoodcraft.Alleynewasstillgazingafterthem,listeningtotheloud“Hyke-a-Bayard!Hyke-a-Pomers!Hyke-a-Lebryt!”withwhichtheycalledupontheirfavoritehounds,whenagroupofhorsemencrashedoutthroughtheunderwoodattheveryspotwheretheserfandhewerestanding.
Theonewholedwasamanbetweenfiftyandsixtyyearsofage,war-wornandweather-beaten,withabroad,thoughtfulforeheadandeyeswhichshonebrightlyfromunderhisfierceandoverhungbrows.Hisbeard,streakedthicklywithgray,bristledforwardfromhischin,andspokeofapassionatenature,whilethelong,finelycutfaceandfirmmouthmarkedtheleaderofmen.Hisfigurewaserectandsoldierly,andherodehishorsewiththecarelessgraceofamanwhoselifehadbeenspentinthesaddle.Incommongarb,hismasterfulfaceandflashingeyewouldhavemarkedhimasonewhowasborntorulebutnow,withhissilkentunicpowderedwithgoldenfleurs-de-lis,hisvelvetmantlelinedwiththeroyalminever,andthelionsofEnglandstampedinsilveruponhisharness,nonecouldfailtorecognizethenobleEdward,mostwarlikeandpowerfulofallthelonglineoffightingmonarchswhohadruledtheAnglo-Normanrace.Alleynedoffedhatandbowedheadatthesightofhim,buttheserffoldedhishandsandleanedthemuponhiscudgel,lookingwithlittleloveattheknotofnoblesandknights-in-waitingwhorodebehindtheking.
“Ha!”criedEdward,reiningupforaninstanthispowerfulblacksteed.“Lec