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  CHAPTERI

  THEMENOFKENT

  SometimesIamrewardedforfrettingmyselfsomuchaboutpresentmattersbyaquiteunasked—forpleasantdream。ImeanwhenIamasleep。Thisdreamisasitwereapresentofanarchitecturalpeep—show。Iseesomebeautifulandnoblebuildingnewmade,asitwerefortheoccasion,asclearlyasifIwereawake;notvaguelyorabsurdly,asoftenhappensindreams,butwithallthedetailclearandreasonable。SomeElizabethanhousewithitsscrapofearlierfourteenth—centurybuilding,anditslaterdegradationsofQueenAnneandSillyBillyandVictoria,marringbutnotdestroyingit,inanoldvillageonceaclearingamidthesandywoodlandsofSussex。Oranoldandunusuallycuriouschurch,muchchurchwardened,andbesideitafragmentoffifteenth—centurydomesticarchitectureamongstthenotunpicturesquelathandplasterofanEssexfarm,andlookingnaturalenoughamongthesleepyelmsandthemeditativehensscratchingaboutinthelitterofthefarmyard,whosetroddenyellowstrawcomesuptotheveryjambsoftherichlycarvedNormandoorwayofthechurch。Orsometimes’tisasplendidcollegiatechurch,untouchedbyrestoringparsonandarchitect,standingamidanislandofshapelytreesandflower—besetcottagesofthatchedgreystoneandcob,amidstthenarrowstretchofbrightgreenwater—meadowsthatwindbetweenthesweepingWiltshiredowns,sowellbelovedofWilliamCobbett。Orsomenew—seenandyetfamiliarclusterofhousesinagreyvillageoftheupperThamesovertoppedbythedelicatetraceryofafourteenth—centurychurch;orevensometimestheverybuildingsofthepastuntouchedbythedegradationofthesordidutilitarianismthatcaresnotandknowsnotofbeautyandhistory:asonce,whenIwasjourneying(inadreamofthenight)

  downthewell—rememberedreachesoftheThamesbetwixtStreatleyandWallingford,wherethefoothillsoftheWhiteHorsefallbackfromthebroadstream,Icameuponaclear—seenmediaevaltownstandingupwithroofandtowerandspirewithinitswalls,greyandancient,butuntouchedfromthedaysofitsbuildersofold。

  AllthisIhaveseeninthedreamsofthenightclearerthanI

  canforcemyselftoseethemindreamsoftheday。Sothatitwouldhavebeennothingnewtometheothernighttofallintoanarchitecturaldreamifthatwereall,andyetIhavetotellofthingsstrangeandnewthatbefellmeafterIhadfallenasleep。

  IhadbegunmysojournintheLandofNodbyaveryconfusedattempttoconcludethatitwasallrightformetohaveanengagementtolectureatManchesterandMitchamFairGreenathalf—pastelevenatnightononeandthesameSunday,andthatI

  couldmanageprettywell。AndthenIhadgoneontotrytomakethebestofaddressingalargeopen—airaudienceinthecostumeI

  wasreallythenwearing——towit,mynight—shirt,reinforcedforthedreamoccasionbyapairofbracelesstrousers。Theconsciousnessofthisfactsobotheredme,thattheearnestfacesofmyaudience——whowouldNOTnoticeit,butwereclearlypreparingterribleanti—Socialistposersforme——begantofadeawayandmydreamgrewthin,andIawoke(asIthought)tofindmyselflyingonastripofwaysidewastebyanoakcopsejustoutsideacountryvillage。

  Igotupandrubbedmyeyesandlookedaboutme,andthelandscapeseemedunfamiliartome,thoughitwas,astothelieoftheland,anordinaryEnglishlow—country,swellingintorisinggroundhereandthere。Theroadwasnarrow,andIwasconvincedthatitwasapieceofRomanroadfromitsstraightness。Copseswerescatteredoverthecountry,andthereweresignsoftwoorthreevillagesandhamletsinsightbesidestheonenearme,betweenwhichandmetherewassomeorchard—

  land,wheretheearlyappleswerebeginningtoreddenonthetrees。Also,justontheothersideoftheroadandtheditchwhichranalongit,wasasmallcloseofaboutaquarterofanacre,neatlyhedgedwithquick,whichwasnearlyfullofwhitepoppies,and,asfarasIcouldseeforthehedge,hadalsoagoodfewrose—bushesofthebright—rednearlysinglekind,whichIhadheardaretheonesfromwhichrose—waterusedtobedistilled。Otherwisethelandwasquiteunhedged,butallundertillageofvariouskinds,mostlyinsmallstrips。Fromtheothersideofacopsenotfaroffroseatallspirewhiteandbrand—

  new,butatonceboldinoutlineandunaffectedlygracefulandalsodistinctlyEnglishincharacter。This,togetherwiththeunhedgedtillageandacertainunwontedtrimnessandhandinessabouttheenclosuresofthegardenandorchards,puzzledmeforaminuteortwo,asIdidnotunderstand,newasthespirewas,howitcouldhavebeendesignedbyamodernarchitect;andIwasofcourseusedtothehedgedtillageandtumbledownbankrupt—lookingsurroundingsofourmodernagriculture。Sothatthegarden—likeneatnessandtrimnessofeverythingsurprisedme。Butafteraminuteortwothatsurpriseleftmeentirely;andifwhatIsawandheardafterwardsseemsstrangetoyou,rememberthatitdidnotseemstrangetomeatthetime,exceptwherenowandagainI

  shalltellyouofit。Also,onceforall,ifIweretogiveyoutheverywordsofthosewhospoketomeyouwouldscarcelyunderstandthem,althoughtheirlanguagewasEnglishtoo,andatthetimeIcouldunderstandthematonce。

  Well,asIstretchedmyselfandturnedmyfacetowardthevillage,Iheardhorse—hoofsontheroad,andpresentlyamanandhorseshowedontheotherendofthestretchofroadanddrewnearataswingingtrotwithplentyofclashofmetal。Themansooncameuptome,butpaidmenomoreheedthanthrowingmeanod。Hewascladinarmourofmingledsteelandleather,aswordgirttohisside,andoverhisshoulderalong—handledbill—hook。

  Hisarmourwasfantasticinformandwellwrought;butbythistimeIwasquiteusedtothestrangenessofhim,andmerelymutteredtomyself,\"Heiscomingtosummonthesquiretotheleet;\"soIturnedtowardthevillageingoodearnest。Nor,again,wasIsurprisedatmyowngarments,althoughImightwellhavebeenfromtheirunwontedness。Iwasdressedinablackclothgownreachingtomyankles,neatlyembroideredaboutthecollarandcuffs,withwidesleevesgatheredinatthewrists;ahoodwithasortofbaghangingdownfromitwasonmyhead,abroadredleathergirdleroundmywaist,ononesideofwhichhungapouchembroideredveryprettilyandacasemadeofhardleatherchasedwithahuntingscene,whichIknewtobeapenandinkcase;ontheothersideasmallsheath—knife,onlyanarmincaseofdirenecessity。

  Well,Icameintothevillage,whereIdidnotsee(norbythistimeexpectedtosee)asinglemodernbuilding,althoughmanyofthemwerenearlynew,notablythechurch,whichwaslarge,andquiteravishedmyheartwithitsextremebeauty,elegance,andfitness。Thechancelofthiswassonewthatthedustofthestonestilllaywhiteonthemidsummergrassbeneaththecarvingsofthewindows。Thehouseswerealmostallbuiltofoakframe—

  workfilledwithcoborplasterwellwhitewashed;thoughsomehadtheirlowerstoriesofrubble—stone,withtheirwindowsanddoorsofwell—mouldedfreestone。Therewasmuchcuriousandinventivecarvingaboutmostofthem;andthoughsomewereoldandmuchworn,therewasthesamelookofdeftnessandtrimness,andevenbeauty,abouteverydetailinthemwhichInoticedbeforeinthefield—work。Theywereallroofedwithoakshingles,mostlygrownasgreyasstone;butonewassonewlybuiltthatitsroofwasyetpaleandyellow。Thiswasacornerhouse,andthecornerpostofithadacarvednichewhereinstoodagailypaintedfigureholdingananchor——St。Clementtowit,asthedwellerinthehousewasablacksmith。Halfastone’sthrowfromtheeastendofthechurchyardwallwasatallcrossofstone,newlikethechurch,theheadbeautifullycarvedwithacrucifixamidstleafage。Itstoodonasetofwidestonesteps,octagonalinshape,wherethreeroadsfromothervillagesmetandformedawideopenspaceonwhichathousandpeopleormorecouldstandtogetherwithnogreatcrowding。

  AllthisIsaw,andalsothattherewasagoodishmanypeopleabout,womenandchildren,andafewoldmenatthedoors,manyofthemsomewhatgailyclad,andthatmenwerecomingintothevillagestreetbytheotherendtothatbywhichIhadentered,bytwosandthrees,mostofthemcarryingwhatIcouldseewerebowsincasesoflinenyellowwithwaxoroil;theyhadquiversattheirbacks,andmostofthemashortswordbytheirleftside,andapouchandknifeontheright;theyweremostlydressedinredorbrightishgreenorblueclothjerkins,withahoodontheheadgenerallyofanothercolour。AstheycamenearerIsawthattheclothoftheirgarmentswassomewhatcoarse,butstoutandserviceable。Iknew,somehow,thattheyhadbeenshootingatthebutts,and,indeed,Icouldstillhearanoiseofmenthereabout,andevennowandagainwhenthewindsetfromthatquarterthetwangofthebowstringandtheplumpoftheshaftinthetarget。

  Ileanedagainstthechurchyardwallandwatchedthesemen,someofwhomwentstraightintotheirhousesandsomeloiteredaboutstill;theywererough—lookingfellows,tallandstout,veryblacksomeofthem,andsomered—haired,butmosthadhairburntbythesunintothecolouroftow;and,indeed,theywereallburnedandtannedandfreckledvariously。Theirarmsandbucklesandbeltsandthefinishingsandhemsoftheirgarmentswereallwhatweshouldnowcallbeautiful,roughasthemenwere;norintheirspeechwasanyofthatdrawlingsnarlorthickvulgaritywhichoneisusedtohearfromlabourersincivilisation;notthattheytalkedlikegentlemeneither,butfullandroundandbold,andtheyweremerryandgood—temperedenough;Icouldseethat,thoughIfeltshyandtimidamongstthem。

  Oneofthemstrodeuptomeacrosstheroad,amansomesixfeethigh,withashortblackbeardandblackeyesandberry—brownskin,withahugebowinhishandbareofthecase,aknife,apouch,andashorthatchet,allclatteringtogetherathisgirdle。

  \"Well,friend,\"saidhe,\"thoulookestpartlymazed;whattonguehastthouinthinehead?\"

  \"Atonguethatcantellrhymes,\"saidI。

  \"SoIthought,\"saidhe。\"Thirstestthouany?\"

  \"Yea,andhunger,\"saidI。

  Andtherewithmyhandwentintomypurse,andcameoutagainwithbutafewsmallandthinsilvercoinswithacrossstampedoneach,andthreepelletsineachcornerofthecross。Themangrinned。

  \"Aha!\"saidhe,\"isitso?Neverheedit,mate。ItshallbeasongforasupperthisfairSundayevening。Butfirst,whosemanartthou?\"

  \"Noone’sman,\"saidI,reddeningangrily;\"Iammyownmaster。\"

  Hegrinnedagain。

  \"Nay,that’snotthecustomofEngland,asonetimebelikeitwillbe。Methinksthoucomestfromheavendown,andhasthadahighplacetheretoo。\"

  Heseemedtohesitateamoment,andthenleantforwardandwhisperedinmyear:\"JohntheMiller,thatgroundsmall,small,small,\"andstoppedandwinkedatme,andfrombetweenmylipswithoutmymindforminganymeaningcamethewords,\"Theking’ssonofheavenshallpayforall。\"

  Helethisbowfallontohisshoulder,caughtmyrighthandinhisandgaveitagreatgrip,whilehislefthandfellamongthegearathisbelt,andIcouldseethathehalfdrewhisknife。

  \"Well,brother,\"saidhe,\"standnotherehungryinthehighwaywhenthereisfleshandbreadintheRoseyonder。Comeon。\"

  Andwiththathedrewmealongtowardwhatwasclearlyataverndoor,outsidewhichmenweresittingonacoupleofbenchesanddrinkingmeditativelyfromcuriouslyshapedearthenpotsglazedgreenandyellow,somewithquaintdevicesonthem。

  CHAPTERII

  THEMANFROMESSEX

  Ienteredthedoorandstartedatfirstwithmyoldastonishment,withwhichIhadwokeup,sostrangeandbeautifuldidthisinteriorseemtome,thoughitwasbutapothouseparlour。A

  quaintly—carvedsideboardheldanarrayofbrightpewterpotsanddishesandwoodenandearthenbowls;astoutoaktablewentupanddowntheroom,andacarvedoakchairstoodbythechimney—corner,nowfilledbyaveryoldmandim—eyedandwhite—

  bearded。That,excepttheroughstoolsandbenchesonwhichthecompanysat,wasallthefurniture。Thewallswerepanelledroughlyenoughwithoakboardstoaboutsixfeetfromthefloor,andaboutthreefeetofplasterabovethatwaswroughtinapatternofarosestemrunningallroundtheroom,freelyandroughlydone,butwith(asitseemedtomyunusedeyes)wonderfulskillandspirit。Onthehoodofthegreatchimneyahugerosewaswroughtintheplasterandbrightlypaintedinitspropercolours。TherewereadozenormoreofthemenIhadseencomingalongthestreetsittingthere,someeatingandalldrinking;

  theircasedbowsleanedagainstthewall,theirquivershungonpegsinthepanelling,andinacorneroftheroomIsawhalf—a—

  dozenbill—hooksthatlookedmademoreforwarthanforhedge—

  shearing,withashenhandlessomesevenfootlong。Threeorfourchildrenwererunningaboutamongthelegsofthemen,heedingthemmightylittleintheirboldplay,andthemenseemedlittletroubledbyit,althoughtheyweretalkingearnestlyandseriouslytoo。Awell—madecomelygirlleanedupagainstthechimneyclosetothegaffer’schair,andseemedtobeinwaitingonthecompany:shewascladinaclose—fittinggownofbrightbluecloth,withabroadsilvergirdledaintilywrought,roundherloins,arosewreathwasonherheadandherhairhungdownunbound;thegaffergrumbledafewwordstoherfromtimetotime,sothatIjudgedhewashergrandfather。

  Themenalllookedupaswecameintotheroom,mymateleadingmebythehand,andhecalledoutinhisrough,good—temperedvoice,\"Here,mymasters,Ibringyoutidingsandatale;giveitmeatanddrinkthatitmaybestrongandsweet。\"

  \"Whencearethytidings,WillGreen?\"saidone。

  Mymategrinnedagainwiththepleasureofmakinghisjokeoncemoreinabiggercompany:\"Itseemethfromheaven,sincethisgoodoldladhathnomaster,\"saidhe。

  \"Themorefoolhetocomehere,\"saidathinmanwithagrizzledbeard,amidstthelaughterthatfollowed,\"unlesshehadthechoicegivenhimbetweenhellandEngland。\"

  \"Nay,\"saidI,\"Icomenotfromheaven,butfromEssex。\"

  AsIsaidthewordagreatshoutsprangfromallmouthsatonce,asclearandsuddenasashotfromagun。ForImusttellyouthatIknewsomehow,butIknownothow,thatthemenofEssexweregatheringtoriseagainstthepoll—groatbailiffsandthelordsthatwouldturnthemallintovilleinsagain,astheirgrandfathershadbeen。Andthepeoplewasweakandthelordswerepoor;formanyamother’ssonhadfalleninthewarinFranceintheoldking’stime,andtheBlackDeathhadslainamany;sothatthelordshadbethoughtthem:\"Wearegrowingpoorer,andtheseupland—bredvilleinsaregrowingricher,andtheguildsofcraftarewaxinginthetowns,andsoonwhatwilltherebeleftforuswhocannotweaveandwillnotdig?Gooditwereifwefellonallwhoarenotguildsmenormenoffreeland,ifwefellonsoccagetenantsandothers,andbroughtboththelawandthestronghandonthem,andmadethemallvilleinsindeedastheyarenowinname;fornowtheserascalsmakemorethantheirbelliesneedofbread,andtheirbacksofhomespun,andtheoverplustheykeeptothemselves;andwearemoreworthyofitthanthey。Soletusgetthecollarontheirnecksagain,andmaketheirday’sworklongerandtheirbever—timeshorter,asthegoodstatuteoftheoldkingbade。AndgooditwereiftheHolyChurchweretolooktoit(andtheLollardsmighthelpherein)thatallthesenaughtyandwearisomeholidaysweredoneawaywith;orthatitshouldbeunlawfulforanymanbelowthedegreeofasquiretokeeptheholydaysofthechurch,exceptintheheartandthespiritonly,andletthebodylabourmeanwhile;

  fordoesnottheApostlesay,`Ifamanworknot,neithershouldheeat’?Andifsuchthingsweredone,andsuchanestateofnoblerichmenandworthypoormenupholdenforever,thenwoulditbegoodtimesinEngland,andlifewereworththeliving。\"

  Allthiswerethelordsatworkon,andsuchtalkIknewwascommonnotonlyamongthelordsthemselves,butalsoamongtheirsergeantsandveryserving—men。Butthepeoplewouldnotabideit;therefore,asIsaid,inEssextheywereonthepointofrising,andwordhadgonehowthatatSt。AlbanstheywerewellnighatblowswiththeLordAbbot’ssoldiers;thatnorthawayatNorwichJohnLitsterwaswipingthewoadfromhisarms,aswhowouldhavetostainthemredagain,butnotwithgrainormadder;

  andthatthevalianttilerofDartfordhadsmittenapoll—groatbailifftodeathwithhislath—rendingaxeformishandlingayoungmaid,hisdaughter;andthatthemenofKentwereonthemove。

  Now,knowingallthisIwasnotastonishedthattheyshoutedatthethoughtoftheirfellowsthemenofEssex,butratherthattheysaidlittlemoreaboutit;onlyWillGreensayingquietly,\"Well,thetidingsshallbetoldwhenourfellowshipisgreater;fall—tonowonthemeat,brother,thatwemaythesoonerhavethytale。\"Ashespoketheblue—claddamselbestirredherselfandbroughtmeacleantrencher——thatis,asquarepieceofthinoakboardscrapedclean——andapewterpotofliquor。Sowithoutmoreado,andasoneusedtoit,IdrewmyknifeoutofmygirdleandcutmyselfwhatIwouldofthefleshandbreadonthetable。ButWillGreenmockedatmeasIcut,andsaid,\"Certes,brother,thouhastnotbeenalord’scarver,thoughbutforthywordthoumightesthavebeenhisreader。HastthouseenOxford,scholar?\"

  Avisionofgrey—roofedhousesandalongwindingstreetandthesoundofmanybellscameovermeatthatwordasInodded\"Yes\"

  tohim,mymouthfullofsaltporkandrye—bread;andthenI

  liftedmypotandwemadetheclatteringmugskissandIdrank,andthefireofthegoodKentishmeadranthroughmyveinsanddeepenedmydreamofthingspast,present,andtocome,asI

  said:\"Nowhearkenatale,sinceyewillhaveitso。ForlastautumnIwasinSuffolkatthegoodtownofDunwich,andthithercamethekeelsfromIceland,andonthemweresomemenofIceland,andmanyataletheyhadontheirtongues;andwiththesemenIforegathered,forIaminsoothagathereroftales,andthisthatisnowatmytongue’sendisoneofthem。\"

  SosuchataleItoldthem,longfamiliartome;butasItolditthewordsseemedtoquickenandgrow,sothatIknewnotthesoundofmyownvoice,andtheyranalmostintorhymeandmeasureasItoldit;andwhenIhaddonetherewassilenceawhile,tillonemanspake,butnotloudly:

  \"Yea,inthatlandwasthesummershortandthewinterlong;butmenlivedbothsummerandwinter;andifthetreesgrewillandthecornthrovenot,yetdidtheplantcalledmanthriveanddowell。Godsendussuchmenevenhere。\"

  \"Nay,\"saidanother,\"suchmenhavebeenandwillbe,andbelikearenotfarfromthissamedoorevennow。\"

  \"Yea,\"saidathird,\"hearkenastaveofRobinHood;maybethatshallhastenthecomingofoneIwotof。\"Andhefelltosinginginaclearvoice,forhewasayoungman,andtoasweetwildmelody,oneofthoseballadswhichinanincompleteanddegradedformyouhavereadperhaps。MyheartrosehighasIheardhim,foritwasconcerningthestruggleagainsttyrannyforthefreedomoflife,howthatthewildwoodandtheheath,despiteofwindandweather,werebetterforafreemanthanthecourtandthecheaping—town;ofthetakingfromtherichtogivetothepoor;ofthelifeofamandoinghisownwillandnotthewillofanothermancommandinghimforthecommandment’ssake。

  Themenalllistenedeagerly,andatwhilestookupasarefrainacoupletattheendofastanzawiththeirstrongandrough,butnotunmusicalvoices。Astheysang,apictureofthewild—woodspassedbyme,astheywereindeed,nopark—likedaintygladesandlawns,butroughandtangledthicketandbarewasteandheath,solemnunderthemorningsun,anddrearywiththerisingoftheeveningwindandthedriftofthenight—longrain。

  Whenhehaddone,anotherbeganinsomethingofthesamestrain,butsingingmoreofasongthanastoryballad;andthusmuchI

  rememberofit:

  TheSheriffismadeamightylord,Ofgoodlygoldhehathenow,Andmanyasergeantgirtwithsword;

  Butforthwillweandbendthebow。

  WeshallbendthebowonthelilyleaBetwixtthethornandtheoakentree。

  Withstoneandlimeistheburgwallbuilt,Andpitandprisonarestarkandstrong,Andmanyatruemanthereisspilt,Andmanyarightmandoomedbywrong。

  SoforthshallweandbendthebowAndtheking’swritnevertheroadshallknow。

  Nowyeomenwalkyewarily,Andheedyethehouseswhereyego,Forasfairandasfineastheymaybe,Lestbehindyourheelsthedoorclapto。

  FareforthwiththebowtothelilyleaBetwixtthethornandtheoakentree。

  NowbillsandbowsIandouta—gate!

  Andturnaboutonthelilylea!

  AndthoughtheircompanybegreatThegrey—goosewingshallsetusfree。

  NowbentisthebowinthegreenabodeAndtheking’swritknowethnottheroad。

  Sooverthemeadandoverthehithe,Andawaytothewild—woodwendweforth;

  TheredwellweyeomenboldandblitheWheretheSheriff’swordisnoughtofworth。

  BentisthebowonthelilyleaBetwixtthethornandtheoakentree。

  Butherethesongdroppedsuddenly,andoneofthemenhelduphishandaswhowouldsay,Hist!Thenthroughtheopenwindowcamethesoundofanothersong,graduallyswellingasthoughsungbymenonthemarch。Thistimethemelodywasapieceoftheplain—songofthechurch,familiarenoughtometobringbacktomymindthegreatarchesofsomecathedralinFranceandthecanonssinginginthechoir。

  Allleaptupandhurriedtotaketheirbowsfromwallandcorner;

  andsomehadbucklerswithal,circlesofleather,boiledandthenmouldedintoshapeandhardened:theseweresometwohand—

  breadthsacross,withironorbrassbossesinthecentre。WillGreenwenttothecornerwherethebillsleanedagainstthewallandhandedthemroundtothefirst—comersasfarastheywouldgo,andoutweallwentgravelyandquietlyintothevillagestreetandthefairsunlightofthecalmafternoon,nowbeginningtoturntowardsevening。Nonehadsaidanythingsincewefirstheardthenew—comesinging,savethataswewentoutofthedoortheballad—singerclappedmeontheshoulderandsaid:

  \"WasitnotsooththatIsaid,brother,thatRobinHoodshouldbringusJohnBall?\"

  CHAPTERIII

  THEYMEETATTHECROSS

  Thestreetwasprettyfullofmenbythenwewereoutinit,andallfacesturnedtowardthecross。Thesongstillgrewnearerandlouder,andevenaswelookedwesawitturningthecornerthroughthehedgesoftheorchardsandcloses,agoodclumpofmen,morearmed,asitwouldseem,thanourvillagers,asthelowsunflashedbackfrommanypointsofbrightironandsteel。Thewordsofthesongcouldnowbeheard,andamidstthemIcouldpickoutWillGreen’slatechallengetomeandmyanswer;butasIwasbendingallmymindtodisentanglemorewordsfromthemusic,suddenlyfromthenewwhitetowerbehindusclashedoutthechurchbells,harshandhurriedatfirst,butpresentlyfallingintomeasuredchime;andatthefirstsoundofthemagreatshoutwentupfromusandwasechoedbythenew—

  comers,\"JohnBallhathrungourbell!\"Thenwepressedon,andpresentlywewereallmingledtogetheratthecross。

  WillGreenhadgood—naturedlythrustandpulledmeforward,sothatIfoundmyselfstandingontheloweststepofthecross,hisseventy—twoinchesofmanononesideofme。HechuckledwhileI

  panted,andsaid:

  \"There’sfortheeagoodhearingandseeingstead,oldlad。Thouarttallacrossthybellyandnototherwise,andthywind,belike,isnoneofthebest,andbutformethouwouldsthavebeenamidstthethickestofthethrong,andhaveheardwordsmuffledbyKentishbelliesandseenlittlebutswinkywoollenelbowsandgreasyplatesandjacks。Looknomoreontheground,asthoughthousawestahare,butletthineeyesandthineearsbebusytogathertidingstobearbacktoEssex——orheaven!\"

  Igrinnedgood—fellowshipathimbutsaidnothing,forintruthmyeyesandearswereasbusyashewouldhavethemtobe。A

  buzzofgeneraltalkwentupfromthethrongamidsttheregularcadenceofthebells,whichnowseemedfarawayandasitwerethattheywerenotswayedbyhands,butwerelivingcreaturesmakingthatnoiseoftheirownwills。

  Ilookedaroundandsawthatthenewcomersmingledwithusmusthavebeenaregulararmedband;allhadbucklersslungattheirbacks,fewlackedaswordattheside。Somehadbows,some\"staves\"——thatis,bills,pole—axes,orpikes。Moreover,unlikeourvillagers,theyhaddefensivearms。Mosthadsteel—capsontheirheads,andsomehadbodyarmour,generallya\"jack,\"orcoatintowhichpiecesofironorhornwerequilted;somehadalsosteelorsteel—and—leatherarmorthighpieces。Therewereafewmountedmenamongthem,theirhorsesbeingbig—bonedhammer—headedbeasts,thatlookedasiftheyhadbeentakenfromploughorwaggon,buttheirriderswerewellarmedwithsteelarmourontheirheads,legs,andarms。AmongstthehorsemenI

  notedthemanthathadriddenpastmewhenIfirstawoke;butheseemedtobeaprisoner,ashehadawoollenhoodonhisheadinsteadofhishelmet,andcarriedneitherbill,sword,nordagger。Heseemedbynomeansill—at—ease,however,butwaslaughingandtalkingwiththemenwhostoodnearhim。

  Abovetheheadsofthecrowd,andnowslowlyworkingtowardsthecross,wasabanneronahigh—raisedcross—pole,apictureofamanandwomanhalf—cladinskinsofbeastsseenagainstabackgroundofgreentrees,themanholdingaspadeandthewomanadistaffandspindlerudelydoneenough,butyetwithacertainspiritandmuchmeaning;andunderneaththissymboloftheearlyworldandman’sfirstcontestwithnaturewerethewrittenwords:

  WhenAdamdelvedandEvespanWhowasthenthegentleman?

  Thebannercameonandthroughthecrowd,whichatlastopenedwherewestoodforitspassage,andthebanner—bearerturnedandfacedthethrongandstoodonthefirststepofthecrossbesideme。

  Amanfollowedhim,cladinalongdark—browngownofcoarsewoollen,girtwithacord,towhichhunga\"pairofbeads\"(orrosary,asweshouldcallitto—day)andabookinabag。Themanwastallandbig—boned,aringofdarkhairsurroundedhispriest’stonsure;hisnosewasbigbutclearcutandwithwidenostrils;hisshavenfaceshowedalongishupperlipandabigbutbluntchin;hismouthwasbigandthelipsclosedfirmly;afacenotverynoteworthybutforhisgreyeyeswellopenedandwideapart,atwhileslightinguphiswholefacewithakindlysmile,atwhilessetandstern,atwhilesrestinginthatlookasiftheyweregazingatsomethingalongwayoff,whichisthewontoftheeyesofthepoetorenthusiast。

  Hewentslowlyupthestepsofthecrossandstoodatthetopwithonehandlaidontheshaft,andshoutuponshoutbrokeforthfromthethrong。Whentheshoutingdiedawayintoasilenceofthehumanvoices,thebellswerestillquietlychimingwiththatfar—awayvoiceoftheirs,andthelong—wingedduskyswifts,bynomeansscaredbytheconcourse,swungroundaboutthecrosswiththeirwildsqueals;andthemanstoodstillforalittle,eyeingthethrong,orratherlookingfirstatoneandthenanothermaninit,asthoughheweretryingtothinkwhatsuchanonewasthinkingof,orwhathewerefitfor。Sometimeshecaughttheeyeofoneorother,andthenthatkindlysmilespreadoverhisface,butfadedoffitintothesternnessandsadnessofamanwhohasheavyandgreatthoughtshangingabouthim。

  ButwhenJohnBallfirstmountedthestepsofthecrossaladatsomeone’sbiddinghadrunofftostoptheringers,andsopresentlythevoiceofthebellsfelldead,leavingonmen’smindsthatsenseofblanknessorevendisappointmentwhichisalwayscausedbythesuddenstoppingofasoundonehasgotusedtoandfoundpleasant。Butagreatexpectationhadfallenbynowonallthatthrong,andnowordwasspokeneveninawhisper,andallmen’sheartsandeyeswerefixeduponthedarkfigurestandingstraightupnowbythetallwhiteshaftofthecross,hishandsstretchedoutbeforehim,onepalmlaidupontheother。

  Andforme,asImadereadytohearken,IfeltajoyinmysoulthatIhadneveryetfelt。

  CHAPTERIV

  THEVOICEOFJOHNBALL

  SOnowIheardJohnBall;howhelifteduphisvoiceandsaid:

  \"Ho,allyegoodpeople!IamapriestofGod,andinmyday’sworkitcomeththatIshouldtellyouwhatyeshoulddo,andwhatyeshouldforbeardoing,andtothatendIamcomehither:yetfirst,ifImyselfhavewrongedanymanhere,lethimsaywhereinmywrongdoinglieth,thatImayaskhispardonandhispity。\"

  Agreathumofgood—willranthroughthecrowdashespoke;thenhesmiledasinakindofpride,andagainhespoke:

  \"Whereforedidyetakemeoutofthearchbishop’sprisonbutthreedaysagone,whenyelightedthearchbishop’shouseforthecandleofCanterbury,butthatImightspeaktoyouandprayyou:thereforeIwillnotkeepsilence,whetherIhavedoneill,orwhetherIhavedonewell。Andherein,goodfellowsandmyverybrethren,Iwouldhaveyoutofollowme;andiftherebesuchhere,asIknowfullwelltherebesome,andmaybeagoodmany,whohavebeenrobbersoftheirneighbours(`Andwhoismyneighbour?’quoththerichman),orlechers,ordespitefulhaters,ortalebearers,orfawnersonrichmenforthehurtofthepoor(andthatistheworstofall)——Ah,mypoorbrethrenwhohavegoneastray,Isaynottoyou,gohomeandrepentlestyoumarourgreatdeeds,butrathercomeafieldandthererepent。

  Manyadayhaveyebeenfools,buthearkenuntomeandIshallmakeyouwiseabovethewisdomoftheearth;andifyedieinyourwisdom,asGodwotyewellmay,sincethefieldsyewendtobearswordsfordaisies,andspearsforbents,thenshallyebe,thoughmencallyoudead,apartandparcelofthelivingwisdomofallthings,verystonesofthepillarsthatupholdthejoyfulearth。

  \"Forsooth,yehavehearditsaidthatyeshalldowellinthisworldthatintheworldtocomeyemaylivehappilyforever;doyewellthen,andhaveyourrewardbothonearthandinheaven;

  forIsaytoyouthatearthandheavenarenottwobutone;andthisoneisthatwhichyeknow,andareeachoneofyouapartof,towit,theHolyChurch,andineachoneofyoudwelleththelifeoftheChurch,unlessyeslayit。Forsooth,brethren,willyemurdertheChurchanyoneofyou,andgoforthawanderingmanandlonely,evenasCaindidwhoslewhisbrother?Ah,mybrothers,whatanevildoomisthis,tobeanoutcastfromtheChurch,tohavenonetoloveyouandtospeakwithyou,tobewithoutfellowship!Forsooth,brothers,fellowshipisheaven,andlackoffellowshipishell:fellowshipislife,andlackoffellowshipisdeath:andthedeedsthatyedoupontheearth,itisforfellowship’ssakethatyedothem,andthelifethatisinit,thatshallliveonandonforever,andeachoneofyoupartofit,whilemanyaman’slifeupontheearthfromtheearthshallwane。

  \"Therefore,Ibidyounotdwellinhellbutinheaven,orwhileyemust,uponearth,whichisapartofheaven,andforsoothnofoulpart。

  \"Forsooth,hethatwakethinhellandfeelethhisheartfailhim,shallhavememoryofthemerrydaysofearth,andhowthatwhenhisheartfailedhimthere,hecriedonhisfellow,wereithiswifeorhissonorhisbrotherorhisgossiporhisbrothersworninarms,andhowthathisfellowheardhimandcameandtheymournedtogetherunderthesun,tillagaintheylaughedtogetherandwerebuthalfsorrybetweenthem。Thisshallhethinkoninhell,andcryonhisfellowtohelphim,andshallfindthatthereinisnohelpbecausethereisnofellowship,buteverymanforhimself。Therefore,Itellyouthattheproud,despiteousrichman,thoughheknowethitnot,isinhellalready,becausehehathnofellow;andhethathathsohardyaheartthatinsorrowhethinkethoffellowship,hissorrowissoonbutastoryofsorrow——alittlechangeinthelifethatknowsnotill。\"

  Heleftoffforalittle;andindeedforsometimehisvoicehadfallen,butitwassoclearandthesummereveningsosoftandstill,andthesilenceofthefolksocomplete,thateverywordtold。Hiseyesfelldowntothecrowdashestoppedspeaking,sinceforsomelittlewhiletheyhadbeenlookingfarawayintothebluedistanceofsummer;andthekindeyesofthemanhadacurioussightbeforehiminthatcrowd,foramongstthemweremanywhobythistimewerenotdry—eyed,andsomeweptoutrightinspiteoftheirblackbeards,whileallhadthatlookasiftheywereashamedofthemselves,anddidnotwantotherstoseehowdeeplytheyweremoved,afterthefashionoftheirracewhentheyarestronglystirred。IlookedatWillGreenbesideme:hisrighthandclutchedhisbowsotight,thattheknuckleswhitened;hewasstaringstraightbeforehim,andthetearswererunningoutofhiseyesanddownhisbignoseasthoughwithouthiswill,forhisfacewasstolidandunmovedallthetimetillhecaughtmyeye,andthenhescrewedupthestrangestface,ofscowlingbrow,weepingeyes,andsmilingmouth,whilehedealtmeasoundingthumpintheribswithhisleftelbow,which,thoughitwouldhaveknockedmedownbutforthecrowd,Itookasanesquiredoestheaccoladewhichmakesaknightofhim。

  ButwhileIponderedallthesethings,andhowmenfightandlosethebattle,andthethingthattheyfoughtforcomesaboutinspiteoftheirdefeat,andwhenitcomesturnsoutnottobewhattheymeant,andothermenhavetofightforwhattheymeantunderanothername——whileIponderedallthis,JohnBallbegantospeakagaininthesamesoftanddearvoicewithwhichhehadleftoff。

  \"Goodfellows,itwasyourfellowshipandyourkindnessthattookmeoutofthearchbishop’sprisonthreedaysagone,thoughGodwotyehadnoughttogainbyitsaveoutlawryandthegallows;

  yetlackedInotyourfellowshipbeforeyedrewnearmeinthebody,andwhenbetweenmeandCanterburystreetwasyetastrongwall,andtheturnkeysandsergeantsandbailiffs。

  \"Forhearken,myfriendsandhelpers;manydaysago,whenAprilwasyetyoung,Ilaythere,andtheheartthatIhadstrunguptobearallthingsbecauseofthefellowshipofmenandtheblessedsaintsandtheangelsandthosethatare,andthosethataretobe,thisheart,thatIhadstrunguplikeastrongbow,fellintofeebleness,sothatIlaytherea—longingforthegreenfieldsandthewhite—thornbushesandthelarksingingoverthecorn,andthetalkofgoodfellowsroundtheale—housebench,andthebabbleofthelittlechildren,andtheteamontheroadandthebeastsafield,andallthelifeofearth;andIaloneallthewhile,nearmyfoesandafarfrommyfriends,mockedandfloutedandstarvedwithcoldandhunger;andsoweakwasmyheartthatthoughIlongedforallthesethingsyetIsawthemnot,norknewthembutasnames;andIlongedsosoretobegonethatIchidedmyselfthatIhadoncedonewell;andIsaidtomyself:

  \"Forsooth,hadstthoukeptthytonguebetweenthyteeththoumightesthavebeensomething,ifithadbeenbutaparsonofatown,andcomfortabletomanyapoorman;andthenmightestthouhavecladhereandtherethenakedback,andfilledtheemptybelly,andholpenmany,andmenwouldhavespokenwellofthee,andofthyselfthouhadstthoughtwell;andallthishastthoulostforlackofawordhereandtheretosomegreatman,andalittlewinkingoftheeyesamidstmurderandwrongandunruth;andnowthouartnoughtandhelpless,andthehempfortheeissownandgrownandheckledandspun,andlothere,theropeforthygallows—tree!——allfornought,fornought。

  \"Forsooth,myfriends,thusIthoughtandsorrowedinmyfeeblenessthatIhadnotbeenatraitortotheFellowshipoftheChurch,fore’ensoevilwasmyfoolishimagination。

  \"Yet,forsooth,asIfella—ponderingoverallthecomfortandhelpthatImighthavebeenandthatImighthavehad,ifIhadbeenbutalittleofatremblingcurtocreepandcrawlbeforeabbotandbishopandbaronandbailiff,camethethoughtovermeoftheeviloftheworldwherewithI,JohnBall,therascalhedge—priest,hadfoughtandstrivenintheFellowshipofthesaintsinheavenandpoormenuponearth。

  \"Yea,forsooth,onceagainIsawasofold,thegreattreadingdownthelittle,andthestrongbeatingdowntheweak,andcruelmenfearingnot,andkindmendaringnot,andwisemencaringnot;andthesaintsinheavenforbearingandyetbiddingmenottoforbear;forsooth,Iknewoncemorethathewhodoethwellinfellowship,andbecauseoffellowship,shallnotfailthoughheseemtofailto—day,butindayshereaftershallheandhisworkyetbealive,andmenbeholpenbythemtostriveagainandyetagain;andyetindeedeventhatwaslittle,since,forsooth,tostrivewasmypleasureandmylife。

  \"SoIbecameamanoncemore,andIroseuptomyfeetandwentupanddownmyprisonwhatIcouldformyhopples,andintomymouthcamewordsofgoodcheer,evensuchasweto—dayhavesung,andstoutlyIsangthem,evenaswenowhavesungthem;andthendidIrestme,andoncemorethoughtofthosepleasantfieldswhereIwouldbe,andallthelifeofmanandbeastaboutthem,andIsaidtomyselfthatIshouldseethemoncemorebeforeIdied,ifbutonceitwere。

  \"Forsooth,thiswasstrange,thatwhereasbeforeIlongedforthemandyetsawthemnot,nowthatmylongingwasslakedmyvisionwascleared,andIsawthemasthoughtheprisonwallsopenedtomeandIwasoutofCanterburystreetandamidstthegreenmeadowsofApril;andtherewithalalongwithmefolkthatI

  haveknownandwhoaredead,andfolkthatareliving;yea,andallthoseoftheFellowshiponearthandinheaven;yea,andallthatareherethisday。Overlongwerethetaletotellofthem,andofthetimethatisgone。

  \"SothenceforwardIworethroughthedayswithnosuchfaintheart,untilonedaytheprisonopenedverilyandinthedaylight,andtherewereye,myfellows,inthedoor——yourfacesglad,yourheartslightwithhope,andyourhandsheavywithwrath;thenIsawandunderstoodwhatwastodo。Now,therefore,doyeunderstandit!\"

  Hisvoicewaschanged,andgrewlouderthanloudnow,ashecasthishandsabroadtowardsthatcompanywiththoselastwordsofhis;andIcouldfeelthatallshameandfearwasfallingfromthosemen,andthatmerefierymanhoodwasshiningthroughtheirwontedEnglishshamefaststubbornness,andthattheyweremovedindeedandsawtheroadbeforethem。Yetnomanspoke,ratherthesilenceofthemen—folkdeepened,asthesun’sraysgrewmorelevelandmoregolden,andtheswiftswheeledaboutshrillerandlouderthanbefore。

  ThenagainJohnBallspokeandsaid,\"Ingoodsooth,IdeemyewotnoworsethanIdowhatistodo——andfirstthatsomewhatweshalldo——sinceitisforhimthatislonelyorinprisontodreamoffellowship,butforhimthatisofafellowshiptodoandnottodream。

  \"Andnext,yeknowwhoisthefoeman,andthatistheproudman,theoppressor,whoscornethfellowship,andhimselfisaworldtohimselfandneedethnohelpernorhelpethany,but,heedingnolaw,layethlawonothermenbecauseheisrich;andsurelyeveryonethatisrichissuchanone,normaybeother。

  \"Forsooth,inthebellyofeveryrichmandwellethadevilofhell,andwhenthemanwouldgivehisgoodstothepoor,thedevilwithinhimgainsayethit,andsaith,`Wiltthouthenbeofthepoor,andsuffercoldandhungerandmockingastheysuffer,thengivethouthygoodstothem,andkeepthemnot。’Andwhenhewouldbecompassionate,againsaiththedeviltohim,`Ifthouheedtheseloselsandturnonthemafaceliketotheirfaces,anddeemofthemasmen,thenshalltheyscornthee,andevilshallcomeofit,andevenonedaytheyshallfallontheetoslaytheewhentheyhavelearnedthatthouartbutastheybe。’

  \"Ah,woeworththewhile!tooofthesayethsooth,asthewontofthedevilis,thatliesmaybebornofthebarrentruth;andsoothitisthatthepoordeemeththerichtobeotherthanhe,andmeettobehismaster,asthough,forsooth,thepoorwerecomeofAdam,andtherichofhimthatmadeAdam,thatisGod;

  andthusthepoormanoppresseththepoorman,becausehefeareththeoppressor。Noughtsuchareye,mybrethren;orelsewhyareyegatheredhereinharnesstobidallbearwitnessofyouthatyearethesonsofonemanandonemother,begottenoftheearth?\"

  Ashesaidthewordstherecameastiramongtheweaponsofthethrong,andtheypressedcloserroundthecross,yetwithheldtheshoutasyetwhichseemedgatheringintheirbosoms。

  Andagainhesaid:

  \"Forsooth,toomanyrichmenthereareinthisrealm;andyetiftherewerebutone,therewouldbeonetoomany,forallshouldbehisthralls。Hearken,then,yemenofKent。ForoverlongbelikehaveIheldyouwithwords;buttheloveofyouconstrainedme,andthejoythatamanhathtobabbletohisfriendsandhisfellowswhomhehathnotseenforalongseason。

  \"Now,hearken,Ibidyou:Totherichmenthateatuparealmtherecomethatimewhentheywhomtheyeatup,thatisthepoor,seempoorerthanofwont,andtheircomplaintgoethuploudertotheheavens;yetitisnoriddletosaythatoftatsuchtimesthefellowshipofthepooriswaxingstronger,elsewouldnomanhaveheardhiscry。Alsoatsuchtimesistherichmanbecomefearful,andsowaxethincruelty,andofthatcrueltydopeoplemisdeemthatitispowerandmightwaxing。Forsooth,yearestrongerthanyourfathers,becauseyearemoregrievedthanthey,andyeshouldhavebeenlessgrievedthantheyhadyebeenhorsesandswine;andthen,forsooth,wouldyehavebeenstrongertobear;butye,yearenotstrongtobear,buttodo。

  \"Andwotyewhywearecometoyouthisfaireveofholiday?andwotyewhyIhavebeentellingoffellowshiptoyou?Yea,forsooth,Ideemyewotwell,thatitisforthiscause,thatyemightbethinkyouofyourfellowshipwiththemenofEssex。\"

  Hislastwordletloosetheshoutthathadbeenlongonallmen’slips,andgreatandfierceitwasasitrangshatteringthroughthequietuplandvillage。ButJohnBallhelduphishand,andtheshoutwasoneandnomore。

  Thenhespokeagain:

  \"MenofKent,Iwotwellthatyearenotsohardbestedasthoseofothershires,bythetokenofthedaywhenbehindthescreenofleafyboughsyemetDukeWilliamwithbillandbowashewendedLondonwardfromthatwoefulfieldofSenlac;butIhavetoldoffellowship,andyehavehearkenedandunderstoodwhattheHolyChurchis,wherebyyeknowthatyearefellowsofthesaintsinheavenandthepoormenofEssex;andasonedaythesaintsshallcallyoutotheheavenlyfeast,sonowdothepoormencallyoutothebattle。

  \"MenofKent,yedwellfairlyhere,andyourhousesareframedofstoutoakbeams,andyourownlandsyetill;unlesssomeaccursedlawyerwithhisfalselyingsheepskinandforgedcustomoftheDevil’sManorhathstolenitfromyou;butinEssexslavestheybeandvilleins,andworsetheyshallbe,andthelordsswearthatereayearbeoveroxandhorseshallgofreeinEssex,andmanandwomanshalldrawtheteamandtheplough;andnorthawayintheeastcountriesdwellmeninpoorhallsofwattledreedsandmud,andthenorth—eastwindfromoffthefenwhistlesthroughthem;andpoortheybetotheletter;andtherehimwhomthelordspareth,thebailiffsqueezeth,andhimwhomthebailiffforgetteth,theEasterlingChapmansheareth;yetbethesestoutmenandvaliant,andyourverybrethren。

  \"Andyetiftherebeanymanheresobaseastothinkthatasmallmatter,lethimlooktoitthatifthesenecksabideundertheyoke,Kentshallsweatforitereitbelong;andyeshallloseacreandcloseandwoodland,andbeservantsinyourownhouses,andyoursonsshallbethelords’lads,andyourdaughterstheirlemans,andyeshallbuyaboldwordwithmanystripes,andanhonestdeedwithaleapfromthegallows—tree。

  \"Bethinkye,too,thatyehavenolongertodealwithDukeWilliam,who,ifhewereathiefandacruellord,wasyetaprudentmanandawisewarrior;butcruelarethese,andheadstrong,yea,thievesandfoolsinone——andyeshalllaytheirheadsinthedust。\"

  Ashoutwouldhavearisenagain,buthiseagervoicerisinghigheryet,restraineditashesaid:

  \"Andhowshallitbethenwhenthesearegone?Whatelseshallyelackwhenyelackmasters?Yeshallnotlackforthefieldsyehavetilled,northehousesyehavebuilt,northeclothyehavewoven;alltheseshallbeyours,andwhatsoyewillofallthattheearthbeareth;thenshallnomanmowthedeepgrassforanother,whilehisownkinelackcow—meat;andhethatsowethshallreap,andthereapershalleatinfellowshiptheharvestthatinfellowshiphehathwon;andhethatbuildethahouseshalldwellinitwiththosethathebiddethofhisfreewill;

  andthetithebarnshallgarnerthewheatforallmentoeatofwhentheseasonsareuntoward,andtherain—drifthideththesheavesinAugust;andallshallbewithoutmoneyandwithoutprice。FaithfullyandmerrilythenshallallmenkeeptheholidaysoftheChurchinpeaceofbodyandjoyofheart。Andmanshallhelpman,andthesaintsinheavenshallbeglad,becausemennomorefeareachother;andthechurlshallbeashamed,andshallhidehischurlishnesstillitbegone,andhebenomoreachurl;andfellowshipshallbeestablishedinheavenandontheearth。\"

  CHAPTERV

  THEYHEARTIDINGSOFBATTLEAND

  MAKETHEMREADY

  Heleftoffasonewhohadyetsomethingelsetosay;and,indeed,Ithoughthewouldgiveussomewordastothetrysting—

  place,andwhitherthearmywastogofromit;becauseitwasnowcleartomethatthisgatheringwasbutabandofanarmy。ButmuchhappenedbeforeJohnBallspokeagainfromthecross,anditwasonthiswise。

  Whentherewassilenceafterthelastshoutthatthecrowdhadraisedawhileago,IthoughtIheardathinsharpnoisefaraway,somewhattothenorthofthecross,whichItookratherforthesoundofatrumpetorhorn,thanforthevoiceofamanoranybeast。WillGreenalsoseemedtohaveheardit,forheturnedhisheadsharplyandthenbackagain,andlookedkeenlyintothecrowdasthoughseekingtocatchsomeone’seye。

  Therewasaverytallmanstandingbytheprisoneronthehorseneartheoutskirtsofthecrowd,andholdinghisbridle。Thisman,whowaswell—armed,Isawlookupandsaysomethingtotheprisoner,whostoopeddownandseemedtowhisperhiminturn。

  Thetallmannoddedhisheadandtheprisonergotoffhishorse,whichwasacleaner—limbed,better—builtbeastthantheothersbelongingtotheband,andthetallmanquietlyledhimalittlewayfromthecrowd,mountedhim,androdeoffnorthwardatasmartpace。

  WillGreenlookedonsharplyatallthis,andwhenthemanrodeoff,smiledasonewhoiscontent,anddeemsthatallisgoingwell,andsettledhimselfdownagaintolistentothepriest。

  ButnowwhenJohnBallhadceasedspeaking,andafteranothershout,andahumofexcitedpleasureandhopethatfollowedit,therewassilenceagain,andasthepriestaddressedhimselftospeakingoncemore,hepausedandturnedhisheadtowardsthewind,asifheheardsomething,whichcertainlyIheard,andbelikeeveryoneinthethrong,thoughitwasnotover—loud,farassoundscarryinclearquietevenings。Itwasthethump—a—

  thumpofahorsedrawingnearatahand—gallopalongthegrassyuplandroad;andIknewwellitwasthetallmancomingbackwithtidings,thepurportofwhichIcouldwellguess。

  IlookedupatWillGreen’sface。Hewassmilingasonepleased,andsaidsoftlyashenoddedtome,\"Yea,shallweseethegrey—

  gooseflythiseve?\"

  ButJohnBallsaidinagreatvoicefromthecross,\"Hearyethetidingsontheway,fellows!Holdyetogetherandlooktoyourgear;yethurrynot,fornogreatmattershallthisbe。IwotwellthereislittleforcebetweenCanterburyandKingston,forthelordsarelookingnorthofThamestowardWatTylerandhismen。Yetwellitis,wellitis!\"

  Thecrowdopenedandspreadoutalittle,andthemenmovedaboutinit,sometighteningagirdle,somegettingtheirsidearmsmorewithinreachoftheirrighthands,andthosewhohadbowsstringingthem。

  WillGreensethandandfoottothegreatshapelypieceofpolishedredyew,withitsshininghorntips,whichhecarried,andbentitwithnoseemingeffort;thenhereachedouthishandoverhisshoulderanddrewoutalongarrow,smooth,white,beautifullybalanced,withabarbedironheadatoneend,ahornnockandthreestronggoosefeathersattheother。Hehelditlooselybetweenthefingerandthumbofhisrighthand,andtherehestoodwithathoughtfullookonhisface,andinhishandsoneofthemostterribleweaponswhichastrongmanhasevercarried,theEnglishlong—bowandcloth—yardshaft。

  Butallthiswhilethesoundofthehorse’shoofswasgrowingnearer,andpresentlyfromthecorneroftheroadamidsttheorchardsbrokeoutourlongfriend,hisfaceredinthesunnearsinkingnow。Hewavedhisrighthandashecameinsightofus,andsangout,\"Billsandbows!billsandbows!\"andthewholethrongturnedtowardshimandraisedagreatshout。

  Hereinedupattheedgeofthethrong,andspokeinaloudvoice,sothatallmighthearhim:

  \"Fellows,thesearethetidings;evenwhileourpriestwasspeakingweheardahornblowfaroff;soIbadethesergeantwehavetaken,andwhoisnowourfellow—in—arms,totellmewhereawayitwasthattherewouldbefolka—gathering,andwhattheywere;andhedidmetowitthatmayhappenSirJohnNewtonwasstirringfromRochesterCastle;or,maybe,itwasthesheriffandRafeHoptonwithhim;soIrodeoffwhatImighttowardsHartlip,andIrodewarily,andthatwaswell,forasIcamethroughalittlewoodbetweenHartlipandGuildstead,Isawbeyonditagleamofsteel,andlointhefieldthereacompany,andapennonofRafeHopton’sarms,andthatisblueandthereonthreesilverfish:andapennonofthesheriff’sarms,andthatisagreentree;andwithalanotherpennonofthreeredkine,andwhosetheybeIknownot。[1]

  [1]ProbablyoneoftheCalverlys,aCheshirefamily,oneofwhomwasanotedcaptainintheFrenchwars。

  \"TheretiedImyhorseinthemiddleofthewood,andmyselfI

  creptalongthedyketoseemoreandtohearsomewhat;andnotalkIheardtotellofsaveatwhilesabigknighttalkingtofiveorsixothers,andsayingsomewhat,whereincamethewordsLondonandNicholasBramber,andKingRichard;butIsawthatofmen—at—armsandsergeantstheremightbeahundred,andofbowsnotmany,butofthoseoutlandarbalestsmaybeafifty;andso,whatwithoneandanotherofservantsandtipstavesandlads,somethreehundred,wellarmed,andthemen—at—armsofthebest。

  Forsooth,mymasters,therehadIbeenbutaminute,erethebigknightbrokeoffhistalk,andcriedouttothemusictoblowup,`Andletusgolookonthesevilleins,’saidhe;andwithalthemenbegantogatherinadueandorderedcompany,andtheirfacesturnedhitherward;forsooth,Igottomyhorse,andledhimoutofthewoodontheotherside,andsotosaddleandawayalongthegreenroads;neitherwasIseenorchased。Solookyetoit,mymasters,forthesemenwillbecomingtospeakwithus;noristhereneedforhaste,butratherforgoodspeed;forinsometwentyorthirtyminuteswillbemoretidingstohand。\"

  Bythistimeoneofourbest—armedmenhadgotthroughthethrongandwasstandingonthecrossbesideJohnBall。Whenthelongmanhaddone,therewasconfusednoiseoftalkforawhile,andthethrongspreaditselfoutmoreandmore,butnotinadisorderlymanner;thebowmendrawingtogethertowardtheoutside,andthebillmenformingbehindthem。WillGreenwasstillstandingbesidemeandhadholdofmyarm,asthoughheknewbothwhereheandIweretogo。

  \"Fellows,\"quoththecaptainfromthecross,\"belikethisstourshallnotlivetobeolderthantheday,ifyegetnotintoaplumptogetherfortheirarbalestierstoshootboltsinto,andtheirmen—at—armstothrustspearsinto。Getyoutotheedgeofthecroftsandspreadouttheresixfeetbetweenmanandman,andshoot,yebowmen,fromthehedges,andyewiththestaveskeepyourheadsbelowthelevelofthehedges,orelseforalltheybethickaboltmaywinitswayin。\"

  Hegrinnedashesaidthis,andtherewaslaughterenoughinthethrongtohavedonehonourtoabetterjoke。

  Thenhesungout,\"HobWright,RafeWood,JohnPargetter,andthouWillGreen,bestiryeandmarshalthebowshot;andthouNicholasWoodyershallbeundermeJackStrawinorderingofthestaves。GregoryTailorandJohnClerk,fairandfineareyecladinthearmsoftheCanterburybailiffs;yeshallshinefromafar;

  goyewiththebannerintothehighway,andthebowsoneithersideshallwardyou;yetjump,lads,andoverthehedgewithyouwhentheboltsbegintoflyyourway!Takeheed,goodfellowsall,thatourbusinessistobestridethehighway,andnotletthemgetinonourflankthewhile;sohalftotheright,halftotheleftofthehighway。Shootstraightandstrong,andwastenobreathwithnoise;letthelooseofthebowstringcryforyou!

  andlookyou!thinkitnolossofmanhoodtocoveryourbodieswithtreeandbush;foroneofuswhoknowisworthahundredofthoseproudfools。Toit,lads,andletthemseewhatthegreygoosebearsbetweenhiswings!Abideushere,brotherJohnBall,andprayforusifthouwilt;butforme,ifGodwillnotdoforJackStrawwhatJackStrawwoulddoforGodwereheinlikecase,Icanseenohelpforit。\"

  \"Yea,forsooth,\"saidthepriest,\"herewillIabideyoumyfellowsifyecomeback;orifyecomenotback,herewillI

  abidethefoe。Depart,andtheblessingoftheFellowshipbewithyou。\"

  DownthenleaptJackStrawfromthecross,andthewholethrongsetoffwithoutnoiseorhurry,soberlyandsteadilyinoutwardseeming。WillGreenledmebythehandasifIwereaboy,yetnothinghesaid,beingforsoothintentonhischarge。Weweresomefourhundredmeninall;butIsaidtomyselfthatwithoutsomeadvantageofthegroundwewerelostmenbeforethemen—at—

  armsthatlongGregoryTailorhadtoldusof;forIhadnotseenasyettheyard—longshaftatitswork。

  Weandsomewhatmorethanhalfofourbandturnedintotheorchardsontheleftoftheroad,throughwhichthelevelraysofthelowsunshonebrightly。Theotherstookuptheirpositionontherightsideofit。Wekeptprettyneartotheroadtillwehadgotthroughalltheclosessavethelast,wherewewerebroughtupbyahedgeandadyke,beyondwhichlayawide—opennearlytreelessspace,notoftillage,asattheothersideoftheplace,butofpasture,thecommongrazinggroundofthetownship。Alittlestreamwoundaboutthroughtheground,withafewwillowshereandthere;therewasonlyathreadofwaterinitinthishotsummertide,butitscoursecouldeasilybetracedbythedeepblue—greenoftherushesthatgrewplenteouslyinthebed。Geesewerelazilywanderingaboutandnearthisbrook,andaherdofcows,accompaniedbythetownbull,werefeedingonquietly,theirheadsallturnedoneway;whilehalfadozencalvesmarchedclosetogethersidebysidelikeaplumpofsoldiers,theirtailsswinginginakindofmeasuretokeepofftheflies,ofwhichtherewasgreatplenty。Threeorfourladsandgirlsweresaunteringabout,heedingornotheedingthecattle。Theylookeduptowardusaswecrowdedintothelastclose,andslowlyloiteredofftowardthevillage。Nothinglookedlikebattle;yetbattlesoundedintheair;fornowweheardthebeatofthehorse—hoofsofthemen—at—armscomingontowardsusliketherollingofdistantthunder,andgrowinglouderandloudereveryminute;wewerenonetoosooninturningtofacethem。JackStrawwasonoursideoftheroad,andwithafewgesturesandawordortwohegothismenintotheirplaces。

  SixarcherslinedthehedgealongtheroadwherethebannerofAdamandEve,risingabovethegreyleavesoftheapple—trees,challengedthenew—comers;andofthebillmenalsohekeptagoodfewreadytoguardtheroadincasetheenemyshouldtrytorushitwiththehorsemen。Theroad,notbeingaRomanone,was,youmustremember,littlelikethefirmsmoothcountryroadsthatyouareusedto;itwasameretrackbetweenthehedgesandfields,partlygrass—grown,andcutupbythedeep—sunkrutshardenedbythedroughtofsummer。Therewasastackoffagotandsmallwoodontheotherside,andourmenthrewthemselvesuponitandsettoworktostaketheroadacrossforaroughdefenceagainstthehorsemen。

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